Amelia Borrail

[Airheart]

My Name Is Amelia



'I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, sinners are much more fun.'

Behind The Man (Or Woman)

Name: My real name is Hannah, but most people just call me Dark. Though, you may also call me Amelia if you wish. :3
Age: 19 years young.
Experience: Going on roughly 8-9 years.
How Did You Find Us?: I was invited.

Who Are You?

Full Name:Amelia Erin Borrail
Codename:Airheart
Nicknames:Lia, Erin, A, Airheart
Gender:Female
Age: 22
Date of Birth: 10/23
Birthplace:Ventura, CA
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Location: San Fransisco, CA
Alignment: Neutral
Team Affiliation: Who needs teams?
Claim: Uh...

Wow, You Look, Wow.

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127 lbs.
Build: Skinny, Slim, well toned.
Hair: Longer, cut in very choppy layers with bangs that just brush her eyelashes in a vibrant red.
Eyes: Green
Physical Mutations: Some strange markings on her body that look more like tattoos, though she'd never gotten any. They appeared when her powers manifested, she believes they're linked somehow but she doesn't really know how. Occasionally when she uses her abilities unknowingly they glow faintly.
Outstanding Looks: Pouty lips, big eyes, and a beauty mark below her bottom lip to the left side.
Overall: Amelia was the kind of girl that made most men look twice when she walked past. When you first looked at her people generally thought she was cute, at a second closer look you saw the little things that made her beautiful. With her heart-shaped face and big eyes most people thought she looked innocent, with a childlike cuteness about her but the rest of her features said otherwise.
She was slim, with the classic hourglass shape but a little more dramatic than most. With her tiny waist and good sized hips and chest these were the features that made most men look. With her well toned muscles She was a shapely little thing despite her small size.

Really, What Are You Like?

Likes: Monogamous sex, books & reading, curse words (even though she doesn't use them that often), music, and painting.
Dislikes: Playboys, people who are stuck up, death, not getting what she wants, people crying.
Overall: Amelia is... well, Amelia. There isn't any one word that can describe her. She can be the sweetest thing, but she also has a temper that burns like a firey rage. She used to getting what she wants, and when she doesn't she tends to get a little upset. She is not against using her body or her power to get what she wants, she finds amusement in breaking rules, though she's never done anything to seriously get her into trouble.
When it comes to people she doesn't like she really doesn't bother with any pleasantries. She's not trying to impress them nor does she care what they think, so she doesn't bother. She wouldn't put it past herself to be rude or spiteful to them either. She isn't a judge mental person, she will give anyone the benefit of the doubt and trust them until they give her reason not to.

I Can See, I Can Fight!

Strengths: Her powers, her imagination, being able to imitate someone's fighting style.
Weaknesses: Curiosity, easily manipulated, not being able to control powers she copies.

Mutant Class: Beta
Powers: Photographic memory (Ability to recall the past with great accuracy and in seemingly unlimited volume), Photographic Reflexes (Ability to mimic any athletic, martial arts, physical, or any movement or ability after seeing it once). Power mimicry (The ability to copy someone else's power from a limited amount of time through touch).

The Past Shapes Us.

Mother: Isabella Evangeline Borrail
Father: Robert James Borrail
Siblings: 1 brother, Franz Miles Borrail, 25
Other: None.
History: Ameila was born in Southern California to happy parents as a second child. Her family was one of wealth and she was raised with manners and dignity. Her parents were both accustomed to old school traditions, like no sex before marriage, ask the father before proposing, etc. She had other ideas for her life. She wasn't interested in getting married and being a happy little house wife, growing up she wanted to become an artist. All through high school and her child hood she loved it.
Her parents though, thought it to be less becoming of her. They of course wanted her to get married and have a family and be the good little girl they had always remembered. She was a very strong headed girl and fought them constantly until she left for college, going as far as she could. She chose an art school in Italy, much to their dismay, and stayed there until her power started to develop. She started doing strange things she didn't remember learning how to do, she didn't understand it or herself much anymore.
She went home over a summer and told them about what had been happening. They called her a mutant and made her leave, wanting her no where near them or their family name. They paid for all her expenses and lifestyle so long as she never came around.
The only person who stood by her side was her brother, and they still keep in contact. If anything important happens in the family, he tells her happily. After her family banned her she moved to San Fransisco to finish her schooling and there she stayed.

RP Example:

The light filtered in slowly through the bedroom window, illuminating the pair of faces that slept peacefully. The female once seemed to flinch slightly, her red hair spread out beneath her head about the white pillowcase. Within a few minutes she began to stir, her green eyes fluttering open slowly. She looked to the male beside her, sleeping peacefully with her in his arms, the two facing each other. She smiled softly, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before slipping from the bed and grabbing a silk robe to cover herself with in the cold morning air.
Amelia went into the bathroom to do her usual morning things before heading out in the kitchen. She busied herself for a bit getting some things out to prepare breakfast, her mind elsewhere. She was thinking of the man in the bedroom, her hands working on making a pot of coffee. They'd been together for some time, a few months at least. Things were starting to loose their sparkle to her. She was getting bored, as usual. She never quite understood it herself, she enjoyed being with the same person, but she always got bored after a few months.
She sighed heavily, pulling a couple of mugs from a cabinet and setting them beside the coffee maker. She then set to making the actual food. He would rise once the smell hit him, he always did. She thought to herself, pausing for a moment to pour herself a cup of coffee and lean against the counter, blowing in the cup to cool the hot liquid.
Maybe this was why she got bored, she mused, looking around. Routine. She hated routine, but always seem to fall into it. She enjoyed being with the same person sexually, but maybe that was part of it. She always fell into relationships because she liked being with the same person. Amelia sighed softly, placing the cup down and starting to cook, her thoughts lulling over in her head.