Name: Ophelia Annsley
Age: 18
Birthday: January 21st
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Category: Student
Class: High School
Grade: 12
Theme Songs: You're Strange & Beautiful - Aqualung / Elastic Heart - Sia
Appearance Description:
Ophelia has long, red, curly hair that flows past her shoulders. She has striking blue eyes, and freckles that dot her face across her pale skin. She has a very slight frame standing at 5'5" in height and typically dresses in a very preppy style. She enjoys a lot of blazers, collared sweaters, plaid, and tweed. She often has a very dreamy look about her, as if lost somewhere else.
Personality Description: Influenced by the world around her Ophelia's personality is ebbs and flows with the way she experiences it. Often she is an introspective girl, with a firm moral compass, a free thinker. The influence of the many therapies and drugs she was placed on has never left her leaving her often in a dream-like, dopey state.
The mark her curse has left upon her is a curious one. More obviously she has become very sexually fluid as gender is no exception to its whims. She has been left with a constant ache and longing for something more because even if she experiences love on a daily basis, she will never experience it the way everyone else does, the way it was meant to be.
While a lovely girl she has learned to keep people at arm's length. Her curse is a cruel unbiased thing, picking it's next target pitilessly. Even beyond that her abilities and history have left her an odd character that attracts labels from more average folk.
Powers: Love Cursed: Ophelia was cursed at the moment she felt the first stirrings of love to fall in love with a different person every day for the rest of her life. Upon awakening in a new day, all prior romantic connection to her previous love interest will either be forgotten or altered within her memory to mirror a merely platonic light. This curse has given her a peculiar alternate set of powers.
Biography:
Age: 18
Birthday: January 21st
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Category: Student
Class: High School
Grade: 12
Theme Songs: You're Strange & Beautiful - Aqualung / Elastic Heart - Sia
Appearance Description:
Ophelia has long, red, curly hair that flows past her shoulders. She has striking blue eyes, and freckles that dot her face across her pale skin. She has a very slight frame standing at 5'5" in height and typically dresses in a very preppy style. She enjoys a lot of blazers, collared sweaters, plaid, and tweed. She often has a very dreamy look about her, as if lost somewhere else.
Personality Description: Influenced by the world around her Ophelia's personality is ebbs and flows with the way she experiences it. Often she is an introspective girl, with a firm moral compass, a free thinker. The influence of the many therapies and drugs she was placed on has never left her leaving her often in a dream-like, dopey state.
The mark her curse has left upon her is a curious one. More obviously she has become very sexually fluid as gender is no exception to its whims. She has been left with a constant ache and longing for something more because even if she experiences love on a daily basis, she will never experience it the way everyone else does, the way it was meant to be.
While a lovely girl she has learned to keep people at arm's length. Her curse is a cruel unbiased thing, picking it's next target pitilessly. Even beyond that her abilities and history have left her an odd character that attracts labels from more average folk.
Powers: Love Cursed: Ophelia was cursed at the moment she felt the first stirrings of love to fall in love with a different person every day for the rest of her life. Upon awakening in a new day, all prior romantic connection to her previous love interest will either be forgotten or altered within her memory to mirror a merely platonic light. This curse has given her a peculiar alternate set of powers.
Ophelia will share an empathetic bond with the person she has fallen in love with. They will be able to sense each other's feelings and their general distance from each other. In some circumstances the two can choose share a sense with the other, whether it is a particular sight, smell on the wind, or peculiar sensation they are experiencing. This bond can be shut out with inner concentration on the side of either bondee.
Ophelia's bondee is the only person who could potentially catch a glimpse of the altered reality she experiences from the other effects of her power. The connection is intimate, but affects each new love interest differently. Generally, those with more inner depth have stronger experience with this bond, feeling a stronger connection with Ophelia that could overwhelm them if they don't shut it out. While those with more shallow tendencies will only experience a glimmer of the connection. Essentially the bond only goes as far as the other participant will let it, often only experiencing a minor change at first that molts and changes with their relationship with Ophelia.
While Ophelia is head over heels for her love interest, her interest has no such obligation, often dooming her to the pain of unrequited love.
Ophelia's bondee is the only person who could potentially catch a glimpse of the altered reality she experiences from the other effects of her power. The connection is intimate, but affects each new love interest differently. Generally, those with more inner depth have stronger experience with this bond, feeling a stronger connection with Ophelia that could overwhelm them if they don't shut it out. While those with more shallow tendencies will only experience a glimmer of the connection. Essentially the bond only goes as far as the other participant will let it, often only experiencing a minor change at first that molts and changes with their relationship with Ophelia.
While Ophelia is head over heels for her love interest, her interest has no such obligation, often dooming her to the pain of unrequited love.
Ophelia experiences time differently. In certain moments Ophelia can experience time at a glacial pace, either being able to act or think at a different speed than others. In others time can move so fast it can be a blur and Ophelia can't connect how she got from one place to the next. Her mind can slip beyond the moment and allow her to experience a future love, in a flipped nostalgic premonition.
This ability ebbs and flows around her love interests both past, present, and future. At times the past or future can reach out to her, losing Ophelia in a sense of nostalgia as time itself will run away with her, or her present love interest can affect her in a dream-like reality.
To the casual observer Ophelia will seem like a functioning, if dazed, individual when experiencing time in an alternate setting. At worst, Ophelia can seem out of sync with time, at one moment there and the next in a different location when she acts as time slows around her. She is similar to sand slipping through fingers, undoubtedly there but certainly hard to pin down.
This ability ebbs and flows around her love interests both past, present, and future. At times the past or future can reach out to her, losing Ophelia in a sense of nostalgia as time itself will run away with her, or her present love interest can affect her in a dream-like reality.
To the casual observer Ophelia will seem like a functioning, if dazed, individual when experiencing time in an alternate setting. At worst, Ophelia can seem out of sync with time, at one moment there and the next in a different location when she acts as time slows around her. She is similar to sand slipping through fingers, undoubtedly there but certainly hard to pin down.
Ophelia can experience the world in an abstract, non straightforward way. Insurmountable walls can find themselves erected in her path, doors appear leading to unexplored places, inane objects transformed into unexplainable wonders. Often doubted, with time her physically different way of experiencing the world cannot be denied.
As the curse has torn at Ophelia's sense of time it has also begun to tug at the folds of reality itself around her. At first centralized around her love interest it eventually grew to encompass much more than that. It serves as a metaphor, a physically altered existence in the name of the powerful emotions we associate with first love.
Her gift rarely announces itself in a way that others can see, but when pushed one could see how the world is shaped differently for Ophelia. If one pulled her into a wall that she perceives, she would be physically stopped. If she enters a room through a door she perceives in a wall she would appear to vanish into said wall. Others cannot physically see her altered view of the world, only the physical effects it places upon her being.
The sad fact of this ability is that it is often confused with Ophelia having a mental illness as what she sees does not match up with reality. It is not an ability that can be controlled, rather something that shifts and changes based on her moods and emotions. Flames burst from things she is afraid of, friends appear when she is lonely, the scent of cotton candy when she is feeling whimsical. This aspect of her curse can take her to many unusual places and do many unusual things.
This power paired with her second ability can make Ophelia's presence unpredictable, with her occasionally appearing and disappearing in unexpected locations.
As the curse has torn at Ophelia's sense of time it has also begun to tug at the folds of reality itself around her. At first centralized around her love interest it eventually grew to encompass much more than that. It serves as a metaphor, a physically altered existence in the name of the powerful emotions we associate with first love.
Her gift rarely announces itself in a way that others can see, but when pushed one could see how the world is shaped differently for Ophelia. If one pulled her into a wall that she perceives, she would be physically stopped. If she enters a room through a door she perceives in a wall she would appear to vanish into said wall. Others cannot physically see her altered view of the world, only the physical effects it places upon her being.
The sad fact of this ability is that it is often confused with Ophelia having a mental illness as what she sees does not match up with reality. It is not an ability that can be controlled, rather something that shifts and changes based on her moods and emotions. Flames burst from things she is afraid of, friends appear when she is lonely, the scent of cotton candy when she is feeling whimsical. This aspect of her curse can take her to many unusual places and do many unusual things.
This power paired with her second ability can make Ophelia's presence unpredictable, with her occasionally appearing and disappearing in unexpected locations.
Biography:
She wasn't always like this. She didn't have it rough. She was normal; sane. She used to laugh like the other girls, worry about her hair with them, and whether it was too manly that she could outplay half the boys at soccer. She used to grumble at the thought of either of her father's bad jokes. School was a place of homework, sports, and social standing. She was your typical, Canadian, teenage girl that is, until she met him.
It wasn't that cheesy love at first sight moment, but it was a moment, a singular moment that seeing him hit her like a loaded pickup truck. She had seen him before, they had greeted each other in passing, it wasn't even the sight of him that did it for her. It was that laugh. That damned, gut wrenching, stomach flopping, butterfly stirring, laugh. It wasn't the first time she'd heard it, but it was the first time it caused this.
It was inexplicable. She was electrified; hair standing on end, rooted to the spot. Her breath was caught, tight in her chest. A dim concern of her lack of breathing fluttered across the back of her awareness, but it was stifled by this new feeling that pervaded her very being. She was enraptured as she tried to puzzle it out. And then, it passed.
As she turned to look at him the feeling didn't return instead a warm filling stretched up through her from the tips of her toes. His freckles seemed to dance across the bridge of is nose, and that laugh. That damned heart strangling laugh.
Love. It was the only explanation. The word shaped its way silent and unbidden across her lips. The answer now clutched in one shaking hand she gathered herself together. When she was finally able to escape the constant thought of his twizzler red locks she had only one response to this feeling. That this could be nice.
It was a short lived, doomed romance. Not due to any dramatic teenage folly but due to the fact that it had no time to grow and thrive into the type of romance that could beat any single adolescents wet dream. For in the morning after a night long spent pondering love and her and her affections place in it, she could no longer remember what she had been so worked up about. In fact she couldn't recall why she had stayed up late at all.
In spite of her bafflement her day was average. A day like any other, until she walked into fifth period. Her knees buckled as she entered the classroom, it was the first time she had seen him, really seen him. There was a maturity there that she hadn't grasped before, a wisdom hidden behind his glasses. The first few wrinkles augmenting his looks instead of hindering them. He was brilliant, funny, he knew so much, he was her teacher and she had never noticed him before, not really.
And so began her down spiral. No one realized it at first, but then the rumours started. Slut. Tease. Man-Eater. All hurtful words, made even more so by the truth in them, she had become something her parents didn't recognize. Down the rabbit hole she went, psychologist after psychologist, medication after medication, but it only made it worse. With her curse on one end and the medications on the other together they pulled at the threads of her sanity until she began to unravel. It wasn't until they were talking about pulling her from school all together that the letter from Starlight Academy reached her doorstep. Once she arrived she finally let herself hope again. She wasn't crazy, she was special.
Fuck special.
It wasn't that cheesy love at first sight moment, but it was a moment, a singular moment that seeing him hit her like a loaded pickup truck. She had seen him before, they had greeted each other in passing, it wasn't even the sight of him that did it for her. It was that laugh. That damned, gut wrenching, stomach flopping, butterfly stirring, laugh. It wasn't the first time she'd heard it, but it was the first time it caused this.
It was inexplicable. She was electrified; hair standing on end, rooted to the spot. Her breath was caught, tight in her chest. A dim concern of her lack of breathing fluttered across the back of her awareness, but it was stifled by this new feeling that pervaded her very being. She was enraptured as she tried to puzzle it out. And then, it passed.
As she turned to look at him the feeling didn't return instead a warm filling stretched up through her from the tips of her toes. His freckles seemed to dance across the bridge of is nose, and that laugh. That damned heart strangling laugh.
Love. It was the only explanation. The word shaped its way silent and unbidden across her lips. The answer now clutched in one shaking hand she gathered herself together. When she was finally able to escape the constant thought of his twizzler red locks she had only one response to this feeling. That this could be nice.
It was a short lived, doomed romance. Not due to any dramatic teenage folly but due to the fact that it had no time to grow and thrive into the type of romance that could beat any single adolescents wet dream. For in the morning after a night long spent pondering love and her and her affections place in it, she could no longer remember what she had been so worked up about. In fact she couldn't recall why she had stayed up late at all.
In spite of her bafflement her day was average. A day like any other, until she walked into fifth period. Her knees buckled as she entered the classroom, it was the first time she had seen him, really seen him. There was a maturity there that she hadn't grasped before, a wisdom hidden behind his glasses. The first few wrinkles augmenting his looks instead of hindering them. He was brilliant, funny, he knew so much, he was her teacher and she had never noticed him before, not really.
And so began her down spiral. No one realized it at first, but then the rumours started. Slut. Tease. Man-Eater. All hurtful words, made even more so by the truth in them, she had become something her parents didn't recognize. Down the rabbit hole she went, psychologist after psychologist, medication after medication, but it only made it worse. With her curse on one end and the medications on the other together they pulled at the threads of her sanity until she began to unravel. It wasn't until they were talking about pulling her from school all together that the letter from Starlight Academy reached her doorstep. Once she arrived she finally let herself hope again. She wasn't crazy, she was special.
Fuck special.
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