Name: Adora Meridian
Nicknames: None
Family: The Meridian family
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Species: Human
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual.

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Appearance: Tarah Rogers, she's just a model.

Adora seems to be carved from a Greek’s hands. It seems as if a mold of deep brown clay was placed in front of him and was urged to create the women who shall carry a burden of her family. And that was what he did.

He must have started at her nose. For it seemingly disappears into her face. As he slid down the length, he made it wider and when he came to her breathing passages, he dug his nails deep into the skin. Causing the top of her nose to spring out and actually give her nose more definition. After accomplishing her nose he slid his fingers down her cheeks.

Marking them smooth and firm, after adding more clay to her face he clumped and then once again smoothed it. Reminding him of a babies face, chubby and made for pinching. Running down her face he turned her jaw line into a slopping one. Pulling down her chin a little, he made it more noticeable and more usable for a defying look.

This is the way Adora’s body became. Going back up to the bridge of her nose he took his fingers to create her eyes, starting small, he spread them slightlyonly to close them again. Giving her an Asian look for her eyes. Painting the color ebony, he was almost shocked in the intensity of the girl. Painting her eyebrows with a slight arch, then taking his four fingers, and creating her forehead he stood proud.

Glancing over her face, he knew one thing was missing. Her lips! How dare he forget such a thing? The very thing that could force a man to his knees, feeling his own he knew that he should put a touch of himself within her. Giving her full-blooded lips, he plumped them fully. Then giving her a very defined v point in the center. Nodding he knew this be a women of seducing lullabies.

Clicking his tongue, he knew that her hair was still needed for a correct appearance. Grabbing silk ebony strands he placed them unevenly across her forehead. Marking her hairline uncontrollable and wild, adding many waist length strands he tied her hair up into a high ponytail, one he had once believed Aphrodite wore in the seducing of his king. Tying it with a black cord, he added a few small curls at the ends. A mere feature to enhance the beauty, taking the long strands he separated them evenly and placed them over her shoulders.

Feeling her face was now complete; he stepped away and realized her body had not even begun. Mumbling something about the ridiculous of it all, he began the task. He gave her a swan’s neck and pressed her shoulders down. Separating to frail pieces of clay, they became her arms. Following the same exact pattern for each, he made her fingers long and bony. With nails long and rounded.

Now for her figure, realizing this woman had to be one of burden he needed something to conflict with everything around her. The statue itself was tall, about five feet and seven inches. Therefore, he knew she had to be slim without much body. Slimming her body down he made very little indication that this girl would have hips. Giving her slimming thighs, he made her feet classically. Coming back to her bust he made it a reasonable size, which one in our modern day life would say a C cup.

Realizing she was now complete, he was almost heartbroken to see her go. Watching her carried away to be created Adora was then born. He now watches her live her life and is proud to see her wonder the streets so proudly. Still wearing her hair in the same way and she occasionally graces his beauty with a greek chain that says thanks. Her attire tends to accent what he wanted, graceful and elegant. Consisting mostly of skirts or dresses to accent her feminine ways, her shirts though added more of a revealing accent. Ever teasing and playful with the look.

And Adora stands before you with this look, an ever beautiful and gracious one. One she thanks the gods for and one the gods thank her for carrying proudly.


Personality:

Adora Meridian was never a talker, from birth onwards she has always kept to herself. Never once has she spoken just to be talking and you’ll rarely find her engaged in conversation with anyone besides Rose. Even then, Rose must be the one speaking to her. No one really understood why Adora became silent and guarded; it was as if her past life her vocal cords were severed from her. Though when Adora does speak it is quite a melodious thing. She tends to only talk about things that she keeps dear. You’ll never hear her gossiping about the latest affair in the neighborhood, though she does know, she tends to only speak of the things she has learned or wishes to learn.

You’ll find her talking politics with Rose or the fate of others on a rainy day. Speaking on wish Adora is a rainy day kind of girl. Not that she’s a depressing one, no Adora’s eyes light up at the sight of cotton candy, or a small puppy, she just loves the rainy days. Loving the feelings of the water splashing against her face and rolling down her face in a race to hit the ground she adored it. Adora is also a forgetful girl. She can remember anything someone says to her but when it came common sense logic she may lack it. Always forgetting something or the other, usually her books, or even her socks in the morning, she’ll have to go the whole day without it and receiving odd looks.

With forgetful usually comes hand in hand with clumsiness. Though this is more concealed then anything else, with the occasional trip on the side walk, and finding out you actually can trip up the stairs she attempts to keep herself together.

As said before Adora never really talks much. Though her body language does let it become clear, what she’s thinking. When her eyes become glazed, and her mouth drops she picturing the future, the future her and hopefully her love will have. She pictures the wedding dress she will wear, one designed by her, and the music humming in the background. Or when her eyes flutter shut softly and her mouth twirks into a half smile she’s contempting the activates of today. Always planning she’ll sit with Rose and her stories of her own future.

Adora also tends to keep things bottled to herself. She’s never been one for emotions. The best smile you can get from her is a small twitch of the lips that is only seen in photographs with her grandmother. It almost impossible for the women to laugh at a joke and in her younger years the children use to line up and say a joke at a time, to see if they can get the stone wall to crack. With everything though Adora is a caring girl. She spends most of her time helping Rosa and working hard at the hospital as an assistant.

None have been able to break the stone wall called Adora, but countless have tried. Her anger though has seemed to be stirred only by small things. She will calmly tell a person they are pushing their limits for the day and to get away from her. Anti-social or not she hates being pushed to that limit. The bad mouthing of Rose, ignorance, or a closed mind can all lead to the snap. When this line is broken a orb is usually sent in your direction, only if your part of the families does that happen. Though if your a regular human she'll simply roll her eyes and walk away and plan to kill your reputation.

Powers:

Healing
She tends to keep this power to herself. This is due to an accident she had with her power. For her fear in losing control and making matters worse. Instead of walking around healing things, it tends to stay close to her family and the Damned occasionally. This talent has backfired on her a few times though. When she’s in a rush to heal a scar she may end up making it worse. After volunteering in a clinic, she saw a dying man and felt her heart go to the family. She attempted to heal him but with her emotions clouding her she ended up killing him. Ever since that day she restricted herself from healing people, and only tends to use this when she is positive her mind is focused, which rarely happens.

Orbs
This is an extremely rare thing for Adora do. She has only used it once and it ended up setting half her back yard on fire resulting in the tragic death of her two bunnies Rico and Rika. Though since she is graced with this gift she does wish to master her, she has turned to her great great grandmother for this.

Manipulation of shadows and light

This power is one of her most used and the one that drains the most of her energy. On occasions she finds herself causing the lights to dance around the room in figures of people. She tends to do this in her classes during boredom. When she sits in class and dazes off she’ll cause she shadows to dance around and entertain herself. Even letting them touch people or play across their own face scaring them. Though this does tend to back fire on her occasionally. When she pushes her limits she can shut off the entire electricity for a building. It happened once in school, though nobody seemed to really mind.

Hobbies:

Volunteering – The most important thing besides her family to Adora. She spends the majority of her free time at the hospital. Recorded for over 600 hours of service she adores working there. Very well known for her work there doctors tend to give her special privileges and more complicated work to help with her skill.

Drawing – Though this is a very a rare thing Adora does enjoy pulling out her sketch book and designing the wedding dress of her dreams. Occasionally she does family pictures and has a picture drawn of everyone in her family that she knows at least.


Occupation: A student and a volunteer at the medical center.

Extra: The families. Tsk tsk tsk. Adora wasn't quite sure how she felt about the families. At certain times she feels they got what they deserved but in other ways she feels pity. She tends to shy away from people so she can't give a one on one personal opinion on each. Though she hopes to find out more about each family especially the ones that rival so close to her own.

Parents: Elizabeth Meridian (Mother and Human) and Darren ( Father descendent of Rose)
Siblings: Anna ( Sister, 2, doesn’t have powers)
Other Members: Rose as stated numerous times.

History:

Adora Meridian was born to Darren and Elizabeth Meridian on April 28th, 1990. On that day seventeen years ago she was just a struggling child trying to open her ebony eyes. As a little girl, Adora never really understood why everything the way it was. Always questioning people and the ways around her, she learned from the wisest. Her mother was one of the ones that were questioned whether they wanted to stay in the family even knowing of her father’s special ‘abilities’. Telling the world that she didn’t care whether he was gifted or not she stayed and helped Rose into the teenager she is today.

At the age of two, they found that Adora was one of the children with these ‘gifts’. While in a family gather she was wobbling, she developed very slowly as a child, across the yard she wished for her mother’s attention, so she promptly threw an orb at her direction. Though as a child, Adora would have never guessed that very orb was deadly, but thankfully, to her father it blown aside by a returning orb. After a moment of shock the Meridian family rejoiced in the fact the youngest member had discovered her powers, and with that she has only pursed in mastering her very skills.

From three to five her life was quite uneventfully. Just doing regular toddler things, scraping knees, puppy love, name calling, and as all toddlers do, mud pies. Adora had always developed slower then other children. No one really understood why, medical test were run constantly at the local hospital but nothing could be discovered as to why this small child never could catch up. At the age of five she still refused to talk, she never even cried for attention after the orb accident. Suspected to be mute it was until her great great grandmother Rose promptly cleared that with a single word, no one questions the crypt keeper in the family.

At the age of seven Adora finally spoke her first word, to Rose as suspected, at the front yard when her grandmother was taking care of her garden. She pointed a small finger towards a flower and promptly said, “Rose.” Rose herself was excited for the child and played a small childhood game Adora still plays to this game with her called the petal game. The petal game involves only two people. Nevertheless, the secrets of the game have never been told to anyone except the two of them, though occasionally you will hear Adora call out, “Rose!” and point to someone.

Her elementary years went by quickly enough with average grades and nothing spectacular. However, her middle school years came with a silent advantage. She began to develop her beauty, and in fact her taste for me. In eighth grade Adora was finding it common to find love letter stuck into her locker, though no one really knew the girl she found they only chased her for her last name and her smile.

When Adora hit fifteen, she made her first regret. With a gentle soul she found herself working at the hospital, her life career was to become a nurse in the end; she was totting along the Critical Care Unit. The patient she assigned to was an elder man of 89, with a name she would never forget, William Taylor Fielder. To this day, she still whispers the elder’s man name at times. He was indeed dying; every day was a miracle he had survived. Adora would sit for as long as possible and just listen to him speak of his children that never visited him. She would sit, just smile, and stroke his hand and mumble they be here some day. Oh how she pray for them to come as he slept in his bed, but at last they did not. Wishing the man that he one day be able to smell the roses her grandmother planted, or see the stars the gods had planted, she had came to him while he was sleeping. At the time, she thought it a guardian angel coming to him, but sadistically she played the devil. Touching the man’s hands, she willed her powers to heal him and when she heard noise behind her she tried to rush the process. Willing her powers to go faster she lost control and only succeeded to kill the man. She never forgave herself for that.

After that moment, she had forbidden herself from using that unless extreme occasions occurred. Which rarely happened, only in moments where dire help was needed or when she honestly didn’t give a damn about the person was the power provoked. She found herself constantly experimenting on the damned creatures when they fought or accidentally wounded for Rose. Nothing ever exciting took place, but well that is life in Roswell Georgia.


ooc | I'm finished! FINALLY! So tell me what you think and what I need to change xD :P |

Three things:

What is her hair color? Who is her celebrity portrayal?

Anger - what causes it? How does she act?

The Families - how does she feel about them?

I changed it! I was surprised about that hair but as I read it through I realized, I'm an idiot. Ha, -flicks self-.

Looks okay to me ^_^ Just gotta see what Rose & KT think

Well KT hasn't been around and I don't like keeping ya'll waiting any longer than you have to. You answered all the questions and put great detail into your application, especially the appearance.

So you have my approval.