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rebekah ansley neville the basics Character name ♦ Rebekah nicknames ♦ only if you have a death wish age ♦ sixteen birthday ♦ December 1st, 1999 occupation ♦rabble rouser school ♦ Monroeville Asylum ability/power ♦ existence manipulation species ♦ human how the ability works ♦ Existence manipulation gives Rebekah the ability to freely manipulate living things. By reaching into a person's mind she can control their every thought and action, creating living puppets of those around her. Minor controls take very little energy, ones that make no effect on the world but more difficult ones come at more of a cost. It takes months of study of a person to create a serious manipulation: day-in and day-out interaction, how they think, how they move, every possible reaction, a complete understanding of a gender ♦ female sexuality ♦ bored the appearance face claim ♦ Danielle Campbell height and weight ♦ 5'4, 120 pounds identifying features ♦ n.a overall appearance ♦ Rebekah looks like the typical girl next door: mousy brown hair, average height and weight but she has always considered her eyes the most striking feature on her. Brown with flecks of gold, her eyes should be lovely but whatever small smile she has on her lips never seems to reach the marble-esque glare. Often she wears sky-high heels due to her absolute distain at looking up at people and compulsively wears makeup and her hair down at all times. the personality likes ♦ a good book, getting what she wants, fashion magazines, Sephora.com dislikes ♦ being short, people talking about themselves, listening to people talk, crying strengths ♦ focused, well-read, can talk her way out of most situations, makeup weaknesses ♦ impatient, short tempered, dreams ♦ freedom from this hellhole, become a makeup artist fears ♦ being stuck in Monroeville forever, being surrounded by idiots overall personality ♦ What mood is she in? If Rebekah needs something from you, she can come across as very sweet. It's an act she's been working on for a while, a survival skill she picked up over the years. But if you catch her on the wrong day or she is done with you it is a completely different story. She is cold, dislikes contact with anyone she thinks is stupid (practically everyone), and has no problem manipulating those around her (either with or powers or without, doesn't matter much to her). Love is not something she understands, nor sentiment. Impatient to a fault, she is quick to lose her temper and tends to pick fights when bored. She has to find something to do with herself in this prison. the history father ♦ who knows mother ♦ who cares siblings ♦ screw them important people ♦ you're hysterical hometown ♦ who can remember overall history ♦ Depending on who you are you'll get a different story from Rebekah. She doesn't remember her parents: when she was a toddler there was a terrible accident that burnt down her childhood home and took both her parents along with it. After some investigation starter fluid was found on what was the kitchen floor and on both of the bodies, found just sitting on the floor without evidence of attempting to get out of the fire. Deemed a murder-suicide that the child was thankfully kept from, Rebekah was put into the system with.. similar strange events happening. It never seemed to make sense: typically responsible parents spending an exorbitant amount of money on the girl, giving into her childish whims, other kids running away and yet no one expected the source of this was the small girl taken in. Rebekah was honestly unsure if it was all just a coincidence, that she was just a great judge of character and could predict how people would react. Who didn't seem to fully understand the family they were living with, that felt as though they could control their actions with a particular wording or tone? And yet it seemed to keep happening and it was pointless to pretend that she had nothing to do with it. Pushing boundaries was in her nature, and slowly but surely began to see how far she could take it. It started slowly: give me that babble, drive me to the beach, give me your credit card. And boy did that feel good. As Rebekah got older she attempted to take on more advanced manipulations with some.. strange reactions. Changing her grades were always easy but seemed to cause a certain dissonance in the back of her mind: as if her teacher was scolding her for her choices. It was something easily dismissed, straight A's feel better than any guilt. That was until there was a girl, a brute cow foster-sister that seemed to get great joy out of making Rebekah's life as miserable as possible. Every day seemed to exact a new type of torture and after all of her hair falling out from what should have been conditioner but was instead a depilatory cream she had enough and lost it. In her temper she broke into the girl's mind and exacted her revenge at a cost. As the brute slowly starved herself the sound of her voice in Rebekah's head grew louder, no longer a distant voice in the back of her mind to an all encompassing scream. It echoed over and over in her brain until she was convinced that she would lose every last bit of her sanity before the girl died and the connection severed but it left a lasting effect. Every now and again the girl was haunted by the brute, flashes of her mind still interwoven into Rebekah's. After that interaction she was approached and told of a place that would help her control her powers, a school of sorts for special beings of all ages and then found herself as a patient at Monroeville Asylum and has been trapped there ever since. She had been attempting to play good to ensure her freedom but her temper often has a better control over her than her good judgement. the role player alias ♦ tiff age ♦ 24 pronouns ♦ female code ♦Admin Edit other characters ♦ @tiffh77 |
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