TELLINGS, Angelique Marie

[angelique marie tellings.]

ANGELIQUEMARIETELLINGS

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TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.
I'M KATIE BUT I GUESS YOU MIGHT'VE ALREADY
KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I'VE BEEN
ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT EIGHT-ISH MONTHS. MORE OR LESS.
SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY COOL. I ALSO OWN NOBODY, YET
YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD DAY!

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TONIGHT WE LIE AWAKE, REMEMBER HOW THE COFFEE MADE US SHAKE

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( T H E B A S I C S )

( F U L L N A M E )[/COLOR] ANGELIQUE MARIE TELLINGS
( N I C K N A M E )[/COLOR] N/A
( A G E )[/COLOR] SEVENTEEN
( B I R T H D A Y )[/COLOR] 4TH MAY
( G R A D E )[/COLOR] JUNIOR
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N ) GAY
( J O B )[/COLOR] STUDENT
( P O W E R )[/COLOR] ANGELIQUE’S VOICE CREATES UNIQUE, TERRIBLE, BEAUTIFUL HALLUCINATIONS IN ANYONE WHO HEARS IT. HOWEVER, A) THEY MUST ACTUALLY HEAR HER, AND B) HER VOICE MUST BE ABOVE A CERTAIN VOLUME LEVEL (which it hardly ever is xD)

I'VE GOT YOUR PICTURE, I'M COMING WITH YOU, DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN

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( A P P E A R A N C E )

( H A I R )[/COLOR] BROWN HAIR, WAVY AND SHOULDER-LENGTH
( E Y E CO L O R )[/COLOR] CHOCOLATE BROWNS
( H E I G H T )[/COLOR] FIVE FOOT ZERO
( W E I G H T )[/B][/COLOR] 130 LBS
( T A T T O O S )[/COLOR] TEENY TINY BIRD ON THE SIDE OF HER ANKLE (HER SISTER TALKED HER INTO IT)
( P I E R C I N G S )[/COLOR] ONE IN EACH EAR, STANDARD PLACE
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/COLOR] QUIET AND NEUTRAL-COLORED, THINK GRAYS AND BROWNS US!
( F A C E C L A I M )[/COLOR] ANNA PAQUIN

MANAGE ME, I'M A MESS, TURN A PAGE, I'M A BOOK HALF UNREAD

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( P E R S O N A L I T Y )

( L I K E S )[/COLOR]
+QUIET THINGS
+ BEING BY HERSELF
+ PEOPLE NOT EXPECTING HER TO TALK
+ PEOPLE WHO MAKE HER FEEL AT EASE
+ CATS
+ A GOOD BOOK
+ CHOCOLATE
+ COLOR BLUE
+ SKETCHING THINGS
+ COMICS
+ NICE PEOPLE
+ RAINY DAYS
+ WINDY DAYS
( D I S L I K E S )[/B][/COLOR] +PEOPLE WHO ARE BIGOTED
+PEOPLE WHO EXPECT HER TO TALK
+INDEED, HAVING TO TALK
+HOT DAYS
+HEIGHTS
+SHARP THINGS
+LARGE DOGS
+ ACCIDENTALLY USING HER POWER
+ MATH CLASS
+ ARGUMENTS/CONFRONTATIONS
+ BEING IN SMALL SPACES
( S T R E N G T H S )[/COLOR] +IS VERY NICE
+IS A FAST RUNNER
+IS A GOOD LISTENER
+LOYAL FRIEND
+GOOD WITH ANIMALS
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/B][/COLOR] +TIMID
+ HATES CONFRONTATIONS
+LOSES HER HEAD/PANICS EASILY
+ TERRIBLE AT SNAP DECISIONS
+ HATES TO TALK
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/COLOR] + DRAWING/SKETCHING
+BITES HER NAILS
+ CHEWS HER LIP WHEN DRAWING OR READING
( F E A R S )[/COLOR]
+HEIGHTS
+SUFFOCATING/CLAUSTROPHOBIA
( S E C R E T S )[/COLOR]
+TERRIFIED OF HER POWER
+HAS A CRUSH ON [INSERT NAME OF OTHER JUNIOR HERE]
( O V E R A L L )[/COLOR] QUIET AND TIMID, ANGELIQUE HAS LITERALLY TRAINED HERSELF TO SPEAK IN A WHISPER SO HER POWER WON’T AFFECT PEOPLE. SHE IS KIND, AND GOOD WITH ANIMALS—IT’S THE FACT SHE USUALLY STAYS STILL. ANGELIQUE DOES LOVE TO RUN, HOWEVER. AND WHENEVER ANYTHING BAD HAPPENS, SHE COMPLETELY LOSES HER HEAD. ANGELIQUE ALSO HATES ARGUMENTS AND CONFRONTATIONS.

LEANING NOW INTO THE BREEZE, REMEMBERING SUNDAY HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES.

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( H I S T O R Y )

( M O M )[/COLOR] ANNABELLE TELLINGS, FORTY-NINE, LAWYER
( D A D )[/B][/COLOR] MARTIN TELLINGS, FORTY-EIGHT, DECEASED
( S I S T E R S )[/B][/COLOR] LUNELLA TELLINGS, AGED TWENTY-SIX, COLLEGE STUDENT AND HELLION
( B R O T H E R S )[/B][/COLOR] NONE
( O T H E R )[/B][/COLOR] NOPE
( P E T S )[/B][/COLOR] LUNELLA’S DOG SNICKERDOODLE, MEDIUM-SIZE MUTT
( O V E R A L L )[/B][/COLOR] Angelique was always a quiet child. Her father died before she was born, and only her older sister Lunella really remembered him. Her mother didn’t talk about him. She was even quiet than she would have been because Lunella was the wild one; the hellion who did crazy things like scale the wall of the local high school and take pictures of what she could see. When Angelique was nine, she was attacked by a large stray dog. She screamed, and everyone within hearing fell over, writhing and moaning. Angelique was terrified, even though the effects wore off after a couple minutes. Since then, she hardly spoke at all and spoke in whispers when she did. When Angelique was thirteen, Lunella wanted to get yet another tattoo and decided to drag her baby sister along with her. When they arrived at the tattoo parlor, Lunella pointed at the book and told Angelique to get any one she wanted. Angelique protested at first, but Lunella cajoled her into it and Angelique chose a small, blue-black bird to go on her ankle. It hurt, really, really badly, but Lunella told her it look good when it finally healed and Angelique actually kind of liked it. When Angelique was fourteen, Lunella made her enter in her new high school’s drawing contest—which she won, much to the anger of the resident queen bee. The next day, said queen bee marched up to Angelique, grabbed a drawing she’d been working on for days, and ripped it up. Angelique burst into tears, and made a sort of very large choking noise, which set off her power again. At this point she came to the notice of the Academy, and her mother gladly sent her there. Lunella writes and emails her, sending crazy pictures and stories.

( S A M P L E P O S T )[/B][/COLOR] Gods, thought November Mason, daughter of Nyx, stretching. I feel like I’m walking through molasses. The young demititan—well, technically demi-protogenoi, but that didn’t exactly roll off the tongue—shouldn’t even have been up at this late hour, anyway.

Well, early hour, for all those diurnal folks out there. But November definitely functioned much better at night. She was faster and stronger, and her mind was far sharper. Whereas right now she felt liked she was wading in thick, cloying mud. Or molasses. She preferred to think of it as molasses, because mud was just disgusting. November was fully aware she could have been much more powerful, but her mother had prevented that from happening. She’d asked once, and had been told it could have burned her out from the inside had Nyx done nothing. The mix of protogenoi and human hadn’t been stable before the elder goddess’s interference.

She had no classes right now, and was going to catch hell from her big brother Thanatos for not observing her curfew later, but November—unusually—had insomnia. She’d been having some…funny dreams lately. She’d ask Nyx when next she saw her. Of course, given that Nyx was off doing something or other and probably wasn’t even in the same universe at the moment, that was likely to take a bit.

November wandered around the academy, bored, trying to make herself tired enough to go back to bed. But though the walking-through-some-thick-substance-that-was-hopefully-not-mud feeling persisted, she didn’t feel any urge to sleep.

Hypnos, big brother, you are being so unhelpful right now, she thought. Of course, Hypnos probably had some reason for not sending her to sleep. And she’d just love to hear it.

November heard music coming from the Apollo cabin. Huh. Maybe a lullaby would work or something.

She quickened her pace and headed towards the Apollo cabin. November pushed open the door.
“H’lo?”

Words: 325

YOU WERE FAKE, I WAS GREAT--NOTHING PERSONAL

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( C R E D I T S )

THIS LOVELY APPLICATION WAS MADE BY OMGWOLF?!
OF CAUTION 2.0! STEAL AND DIE, BITCH. KEEP THIS CREDIT HERE
AT ALL TIMES. ALERT ME IF IT RUNS AWAY. IT MIGHT DO THAT. HAVE FUN!
OH, AND BY THE WAY, THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO ALL TIME LOW. THEY'RE AWESOME.

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NOTES: darned broken code >< I can't find it.

[!pepper]

;;ACCEPTED!!!

(Don't worry about the broken code. ^^ I can fix it. <3)