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F A N A R T :
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Origin: WiLD CHiLD - by Mabs
Name: Parris S. Geils
Age: 17, possibly 18
Dage of Birth: Unknown
Gender: Female
Fashion Sense: Saucy, Dramatic and Poetic
Physicality: Parris, when standing fully and without any shoes on, skims just up to the mark of five foot, four inches, with nary a hope of gaining any more height in coming years. She doesn't mind though, since with her daily activities her current stature is close to, if not, perfect for what she does. Her body is a picture of svelte, slender proportions: years of participation in ballet, kick-boxing and acrobatics have kept her fit as a fiddle and almost overly thin, toning her muscles and trimming her build of unnecessary fat.
Her movements are feathery and near inaudible when shoe-less, for her long, long legs move her swiftly over the ground with an illusion of ease, and also a sense of intensity. Graceful, but only through years of severe and strict training, that pushed her to the point of becoming ill repeatedly from over-exertion and lack of nutrition. She was once believed to be anorexic, but that time passed as she gained a healthy amount of muscular bulk and cleavage -- which if were to know anything about anorexia, is a good thing.
As said before, her legs are very long -- her arms as well -- leaving her with a compact torso and somewhat boyish hips. Her face, though, contains high cheek bones and an aristocratic nose that has a slightly crooked bridge from it being broken a few years back: it almost gives her a toughly cute look amid a face that is refined, all angles, full lips, and stubborn jaw; she's even been called beautiful, but let's just say that was firmly denied. Her brows are arched and dark, somewhat exotic when she poises one brow above the other occasionally. It would be her eyes that reflect her animal the most... The inner iris is a deep, husky brown tinged with green slivers, but the entire irises is enclosed by a bold golden ring that seems an eerie yellow in the dark.
The only other characteristic of higher interest about Parris would be her hair. A mass of naturally wavy and thick volume, it's original color is quite unknown. For now, from the roots until about half way down at the bottom of her jaw, it is an incredibly deep black, ebon; at that half way point, though, the color begins to lighten until at the very tips the color is a slate-blue, which is a color that can be created from mixing a light gray with a deep blue.
Personality: Parris is a listener rather than a gossip-er. She is 'that' friend known for being 'the' secret-keeper... Whatever that's supposed to mean. Her actions seem to hold no relevance to those watching her, yet in her own mind there is always a meaning to what or how she does something; her thoughts are her own, her opinion is rarely spoken. Considering all of the above, you could sum her up to being a reserved individual that prefers to analyze a conversation than join it.
Sarcasm is also part of her nature, although that is only because she doesn't find her 'kind and considerate' trait too appealing; she will most likely brush aside any threat, rumor or plea towards her as idily as waving a fly away. More than likely, when badgered or uncomfortable, she will snap at you in a sharp, cold manner to effectively send you scurrying away. Parris has an iron-grip control on her temper and for good reason. She keeps it tucked just beneath the skin, where the naked eye cannot see it and words cannot touch it... but when her control is cracked, the ever-growing rage is a force that can both frighten and harm. Getting her to the point where she is aggressive and distressed is not good, seeing as she has extremely strong legs that she knows how to use, and tends to scream at you throughout the fit of rage.
Gentleness is a common mental battleground for Parris: she just can't seem to help but be that way! There's always a softness to her, as if her heart is capable of being fond and cherishing towards others, but is too meek to allow that characteristic to grow. Perhaps the only time she is truly a docile, warm person is around her younger brother, whom is the sole person she cares for without any restraints.
Complex-minded, simple-minded: none have been able to conclude just what she is like. Sometimes a child in all sense, wandering away while someone is talking, she can flip personalities in a blink of an eye, becoming a frigid tempest to protect someone she cares for. A curious fact about her, even with her past and current situation, Parris seems to avoid being ensnared by the temptations and tricks of men. Something lingers in her back of her mind, hidden behind the effects of head trauma and self-inflicted suppression of memories, that keeps her from taking that first step towards a relationship. She is bitterly, and fiercely, ignorant of any therapy that could help her to untangle this problem.
Family: Parris was fortunate enough to get adopted one day, amongst those thousands of other 'found, when lost,' children she knew had to live in the hospital she woke up in so many years before. For several months, she lived the first part of her confusing return to humanity in a small bed of a hospital room, recovering from head trauma, blood loss and supposed amnesia. Her body had been battered and weak, her face still trying to loose the sickly color of blues, greens and purples from bruises, when the Geils came to see her. Two months later she was moved to their home -- a comfortably, if a bit stiff from lack of a child's touch, large home -- and some time later was officially adopted. When Parris turned fourteen, another surprise came along in the form of the sickly, parent-less boy named Filips. To this day Parris calls him Kay.
Father's name: Xeno Geils; "Strange voice"; Greek -- he works as a music producer, but was a singer.
Mother's name: Circe Geils; "A witch"; Greek -- Former CIO of a company that traded and distributed the latest medicines, she now is part of the staff that works to develop the actual products part time.
Younger Brother's name: Filips, "Horse lover"; Greek. Nickname is Kay, which in Greek is a varient of Katherine, meaning "Pure." Is 11 now. Wants to sing like his 'Pateras', Father, but has a unique gift with handling animals. Pure blond; strangely "faded" coloring, with the exception of his huge, dark black/violet eyes. Small, thin, leggy. Small brush of freckles high up on cheeks.
Animal Self: [American] Peregrine Falcon [x]
Transformed Appearance: When Parris begins to transform, the first thing to happen is that her hair turns entirely black and straightens, but the hair itself shifts and molds into rows of feathers. Her ears shrink, becoming tiny nubs that are covered by a splash of tan, gray and black feathers. Where her nose and mouth are grows a deadly and sharp beak, hooked and black at the tip, with round nostrils centered and spaced at the top; inside the nose cavity the walls are covered series of baffles, which allow her to breath when diving at a high velocity from the sky; if not, her lungs would bust like other birds when attempting speeds of near and over 200 m/h.
Around her eyes the skin turns blackish-blue, until she has tattoos that are triangular in shape, starting from her hairline, down through her eyebrows, over her eyes, down her cheek and then gradual slims to a point at her jawbone. Her body is covered with feathers from the back of her neck, under her jaw and down, except for her legs, where the skin hardens and turns dark yellowish gold, her feet lengthen and revert to long, lethal talons of black color, with an opposable toe shifting to the rear-inside part of each foot.
From her arms sprout wings as the arms themselves lengthen out to the point where she can fly, the top feathers black, the under feathers tan, and speckled with white and blue/black. From her tail-bone grows, well, a feathered tail that keeps her balanced in the air and helps her to perform the aerodynamic stunts she can do in the air. Her eyes become rounder, but still maintain that mysteriously eerie coloration.
However, whenever Parris transforms back - or manages to, - she is left a little less... colorful than usual. Like the Peregrine's chest plumage, Parris remains oddly drained of color for hours afterwards. Ghostly as she usually is, this bizarre phenomenon enhances her unearthly presence.
Abilities/Powers: Given the fact that she is a bird, and a falcon, her main ability is flight. Conjoined with the actual species of bird her DNA was intertwined with, Parris is one of the fastest flyers in the sky, able to reach high speeds and great heights, as well as performing extreme acrobatics uncommon to almost every other falcon. Her legs, even as a human, are immensely strong and have the capability of stunning and even killing, those that are struck by them while diving.
Unlike an owl, though, her sense of scent is lesser than her acute sense of sight, which see in the dark as well as during the day, if not, better. Though she can shriek, when Parris is distressed or angry as a bird, her voice becomes higher and grating, giving out high-pitched cack-cack-cack screams, which grow as she becomes more excited and aggressive.
Song Choices: Muse - City of Delusions & Map Of The Problematique
 b o n n a b y · Thu Apr 16, 2009 @ 08:11am · 0 Comments |
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