§Whisper on the Winds§
STATUS :: ACCEPTING :: OPEN
Almina From Original WOTW Name: Almina Race: Spearion Gender: Female Age: 17 Residence: London, United Kingdom
Weapon: She has a talent for archery, but does not own a bow
Power: Almina has no real power she can call her own, in fact she isn't even aware that she is Spearion. Her ability is to 'copy' other Spearions' abilities after coming into skin-to-skin contact with them. The more she copies one Spearion's ability the better she can control it and the longer the time limit she can keep it. When she has a Spearion's ability copied she also takes on a few of their distinctive features such as hair and eye color. Once she has copied an ability she cannot 'release it' and she cannot copy more than one ability at the same time.
Personality: Almina would refer to herself as simply 'average'. She does her best to think with her head before rushing into a situation, and will help someone even if there is little benefit for herself. When passing through an area she would prefer to come and go unnoticed and without a fuss. She is not a skilled fighter but is fast and thinks well under pressure. She cares very much for her family and would do anything she could to protect them. She doesn't have any friends but she's too busy with her work to really worry about finding any.
History: Almina has lived normally up until now with her family in the walled city of London. Life hasn't been easy for anyone, but Almina seems to be coping with it quite well compared to her older siblings. Recently her younger sister has fallen quite ill and the only medicine to cure her illness can be made from the roots of a flower, found outside the protective walls of the city. As her sister's illness grows worse Almina is getting more and more desperate to get the cure.
Appearance: Almina is thin and tall reaching to about 5'8 with an average amount of muscle. She has medium length blonde hair that is usually tied back into a bun or ponytail for convenience. Bright green eyes that are slanted just-so and a peculiar smile on her face can make her look like she's plotting something. A long black-sleeved turtleneck is usually worn beneath an old winter coat that is a bit too large for her. She hates having her movement restricted so she wears a grey skort (Skirt/shorts combination) with light black tights underneath. She loathes heels finding them heavy and difficult to run in, so she wears black, light shoes.
Almina From Current WOTW
Rena9b. Normal is in the eye of the beholder. It takes in reality only one to make a quarrel. It is useless for the sheep to pass resolutions in favour of vegetarianism while the wolf remains of a different opinion.
What were they thinking...
Almina Bowne.
Seriously just call me...
A nickname a man may chance to wear out; Almina is the only title I may recognize.
How much dust is there...
Seventeen.
Your eye sees me as...
Spearion Female
And my eye will surely linger here...
On a man.
The place I was brought to life...
York, United Kingdom.
Yet here is where I reside...
London, United Kingdom.
My first & second skin...
How I look? Ugh, this is nothing special. I'm pretty thin and tall, 5"8 to be exact, and I have the average amount of muscle anyone has really. My hair is a darker shade of blonde and I usually keep it tied back and out of the way, it's just more convenient. I've been told my eyes are shaped strangely for someone born in the United Kingdom and the color is a bright shade of green. One time my brothers told me that my peculiar smile and my eyes made me look like I was planning something. I think they were only joking though. Supplies are limited here in the walled cities you know, there's only so much for everyone. Since it gets so chilly at night-time I usually wear my favorite long-sleeved black turtleneck, and when it's especially cold I wear my old winter coat. Who cares if it's still a little big for me? There in no piece of clothing I hate more than uncomfortable, tight pants so I usually wear a pair of loose slacks. Wearing a skirt around here is like asking some guy to come over and talk to you so if I must wear something of the sort I wear a grey skort with black tights underneath. If I've explained to my sisters once I can do it again, heels are awful. I mean, honestly, how can you even walk in them?! I prefer my light black shoes so light and comfortable and great for running.
The claws that hide upon me...
Almina has no real power she can call her own, in fact she isn't even aware that she is Spearion. Her ability is to 'copy' other Spearions' abilities after coming into skin-to-skin contact with them. The more she copies one Spearion's ability the better she can control it and the longer the time limit she can keep it. When she has a Spearion's ability copied she also takes on a few of their distinctive features such as hair and eye color. Almina's ability does not drain another's but duplicates it, so the 'host' of her temporary ability feels nothing more than a slight shock. Once she has copied an ability she cannot 'release it' and she cannot copy more than one ability at the same time.
Without a copied power Almina is essentially human so before she duplicates an ability the fact that she is Spearion is completely unnoticeable to others, even to other Spearions. Almina has the potential to be an exceptional archer, however currently she has no bow at her disposal.
The days that have passed me by...
I've lived normally up until now, well at least as normal as anything is in this warped era. I was born with my family in the city of York, one of the last cities to fall to the claim of the rest of the world. With me only a few mere years old my family and I retreated with the rest of the refugees to the walled city of London. My family is quite large and we all live in a medium size home in a clustered community. I have 7 siblings, three older brothers, two older sisters, my favorite younger 7-year-old sister, and my baby brother. Cooped up inside the busy home few of us received much attention and I, even though I was younger, seemed to be the only one of the siblings who was fully able to cope with the whole situation.
Despite reaching the age of seventeen I continue to refuse to see men as future 'husbands'. "The human race is dying off we need more mothers", yeah right. Honestly the whole idea is disgusting, not the whole idea of a man and a woman, but the fact that every single time a man talks to me it's so obvious what he really wants to say. I don't doubt that there's a man somewhere with whom I would probably be fine with, but I know he's not around here. My older siblings and even my parents now don't believe me and keep trying to set me up with the local neighbor boys. At first it was merely a disturbance, but they keep getting more and more persistent... But none of that matters! About a month ago something terrible happened, my little sister fell quite ill and none of the doctors at the hospital can help her. The disease seems to be fatal and she will die soon if I don't do something about it. I even know what she needs! I read in an old medical volume in our library that the root of a purple flower called flygrass can be used to cure her disease, but they don't have any here in London. It's found just outside the prison walls of our protective city. I've tried getting permission to go outside to the forest to get it but they say that traveling in the forest is completely forbidden. I don't know what to do, she just isn't getting better and if I don't get the root...
Due to it all...
Again with the strange questions.... There's nothing odd about me at all I'm the normal average person. I do my best to think a problem through with my head before rushing into a situation and I'm not careless to forget the details. When passing through an area I would prefer to come and go unnoticed and without a fuss. I'm is not a skilled at combat but am fast on my feet and think well under pressure. My one joy in life is my family and I would do anything I could to protect them. I don't have any friends or relations outside my immediate family but I'm too busy with my work to really worry about bothering to find any. I'm passionate about my beliefs, and I doubt there is anyone strong enough to sway my steadfast morals. However this does not mean I have a temper or am quick to argue, rationalization is always better then launching unprepared into a fight.
And so I love...
♥ My Little Sister ♥ Running ♥ Good Food ♥ Reading ♥ Being Outside
And so I hate...
♠ Being Stuck in the Rain ♠ Muddy Clothes ♠ Screaming ♠ Flirtatious Men
My colors fly... 339966
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What were they thinking...
Len Severin Bowne
Seriously just call me...
Len, Only Len.
How much dust is there...
21
Your eye sees me as...
Spearion Male
And my eye will surely linger here...
On a Women
The place I was brought to life...
Scarborough, United Kingdom
Yet here is where I reside...
London, United Kingdom
My first & second skin...
Appearances are irrelevant because people are always fiddling with them to make themselves disappear but if you must know such information to complete my file then I suppose it will be necessary to inform you. I am a Caucasian male; I stand slightly above the average London man's height at five feet eleven inches. My eyes are a golden brown and for a reason unknown to anyone but myself I was born already having gray, or under bright lights silver-blue, hair. My skin possesses no distinctive markings such as scars or tattoos and the tone is usually paler than my relatives because I spend a majority of my time inside. I have the long slender fingers of a piano and violin player however I have ceased playing any type of music because there is no merit in it. For clothing I typically wear the standard militia uniform for someone of my rank. The chance of seeing me in casual dress is rare but even then my outfits usually include a collared shirt and a tie.
The claws that hide upon me...
Yes, it is true that I am a cursed Spearion but I am the only one who knows it. My power rests in the strength of my mind allowing me to analyze situations and solve incomprehensible problems in mere seconds. I can read the thoughts of others in the immediate area and for those whom I have had repeated interaction with I am able to read their minds from a maximum distance of five miles. Telekinesis is something that I know is within my power but that ability is something I do not use or even test. It is useless to me and the only one of my powers that would obviously give me away as the creature that I am. I know of combat of course but I have no personal experience with it. I do not wield a weapon, I use my mental superiority to get me out of such situations.
The days that have passed me by...
I am the second eldest son of the Bowne family, the third child to be born. That is if the people who call me their son are actually my parents. I was born in the City of Scarborough just northeast of York and when I was three during a lull in the war between Spearions and Humans I was brought to York to be reunited with my parents, my older brother Nick, my older sister Jade, and my one year old brother Tristan. I was very young so I can hardly recall any sort of important events happening but I do remember being unimpressed with the whole lot of people who claimed to be related to someone as grand as I. Overall their minds were dull, the parents didn't have a speck of originality, the sister's thoughts were cruel, and Tristan was lucky if he could even form a thought. I could tell the eldest brother was a leader but he obeyed orders too well and let his worry about others well-being hold him back from achieving any true greatness. I learned from his mistake and since I was young I have made sure to avoid allowing myself to grow truly close to anyone.
Only a year after I had come to York another child was born and I was amazed at the level of stupidity she managed to achieve. Almina she was called, and she would do nothing but sit and watch the people of the house move about. The normal slew of scrambled gibberish that the other babies I had encountered were thinking didn't come from her mind so I assumed her to be brain dead. Eventually the mother took her to the hospital to see what could be done with her. Almina was gone a while but she was eventually returned to us with the doctors saying that there didn't seem to be anything wrong with her. However she was still the same blob of thoughtlessness to me. She was also the first person who ever scared me. After a year of silence her thoughts started but they weren't the random gibberish that I had received from the baby Tristan, no, they were comprehensible and almost fully formed sentences. I watched her closely but she aged just as normal as the rest of them. Out of all the siblings that were born to the family she was the most interesting for me to observe but I was disappointed in her when her strong attachment towards the youngest sister appeared. Nick had inevitably influenced her but I still think there may be some hope for her yet. If only Raine was bumped out of the way...
Currently I am working at an information station inside the wall, I help process and organize data on the computers. I haven't been promoted to a higher position due to my young age and 'lack of experience', but even their weak minds can see my superiority. They just aren't mentally capable of realizing how superior I am. What is my goal? Of course someone as simple as you hasn't figured it out by now. Naturally I'm seeking information on the Spearions. Are people born Spearion or is it a talent that's just simply 'awakened' when a person is in danger? I find it hard to believe that the militia has not researched the Spearions enough to be able to make an artificial Spearion. I want to know what they're hiding and why I am what I am.
Due to it all...
I'm ice cold. I find people irritating to deal with because their minds are so simple and open to me. They call me dispassionate, cruel, heartless, and selfish and perhaps they're right. I have no care for Humans or Spearions, I simply want to get the information I'm looking for. I've heard some say that it's impossible to live without love but what they do not realize is how much trivial things like 'emotions' hold them back. I have no ties to anyone and there is nothing that can prevent me from reaching my goals. There are no people that I 'like' or 'love' per say but there are those whom I find intriguing and I like to keep those people close to me like a pet on a leash. I play as the militia's dog because it is convenient, yes. That is because I understand that becoming one of them is the fastest way to gain access to the larger part of the system. I don't really care about this 'war' between humans and Spearions but I will always play the wisest card, and for someone with little physical fighting talent like me that is to stick on the human's side of things.
And so I love...
○Being Alone ○Computers ○Winning ○Interesting or Curious Things ○Learning ○Good Music
And so I hate...
•Stupid People •Drunks •People Who Think They Are Intelligent •People Trying To Get Close •People •Being Helped •Everything Else
My colors fly... #336699
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I don't mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that's how it comes out.
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