Post by Felix Falora on Apr 27, 2010 0:26:08 GMT -5
Full Name: Lynda Jacquelyn
Nicknames: Corpse Lover (No, she's not a necrophile; after Emeraldi, I feel I should clear this up while I can), Bone Girl, Harbinger of Death
Age: 15
Height: 4'9
Weight: 150 lbs.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Alliance: Evil
Home: New Orleans
Franchise: Nintendonut1's Super Eds
Physical Description: You'd expect a necromancer to wear black... Lynda wears white. She wears a white hoodie that she draws over her body and keeps zipped up at all times, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. Her hair and eyes aren't even black. Her hair is actually blonde and long, giving her a beautiful image, and her eyes are somewhat lavender colored, a rare color to be sure. The closes thing you could call out for a necromancer's appearence is her pale skin, more pale then a normal pale human's and easily suceptable to sunlight, causing her to only be able to come out at night. Still, other then her skin problems, your first impression of her wouldn't be evil witch, but when you finally get to know her and her motives, you discover differently.
Weapons: With near limitless energy at her disposal, Lynda doesn't like to worry about fighting. Naturally she has a little fist-fighting experience, anyone from New Orleans would, but she prefers to use her magics and let her servents fight.
Abilities/Powers: Though she's thought to truely raise the dead, she only requires corpses if she's trying to make a powerful undead creature, such as a wight or a vampire. Making weak monsters like zombies or skeletons, however, is something that Lynda can do only with dust. She also controls "bones" in this manner, controlling them as weapons or even calling forth walls of bones to defend herself behind whilst she raises an army of skeletons to fight for her. As a price for such powerful magics, however, she's weak and easy to beat down.
Skills: Lynda is a strategist who knows how to work with what she can handle. She's also good at acting, so she can utterly act the opposite of what she usually is in order to get closer to her enemy before she backstabs them utterly.
Personality: Though her appearence doesn't betray her as a necromancer, her true personality sure does. She's cold and ruthless to the core, caring only about herself and her own motives, that being to purge the world of what she deems as unworthy and recreating it as an eteral Paradise of Darkness. Yet she's also calm and cautious. She's not overly psychotic, at least to our knowledge, and she prefers to think things through overtly before striking. She wants a plan she can depend on at all times and wants to know who she can trust and who she cannot with her will. All in all, though, she's a cold-hearted girl.
History: Where would such an evil child be born? It would, of course, be in New Orleans, Louisiana. Before Katrina, things seemed to be nice. New Orleans was rough, of course, being the city with the number one murder rate in all of America much less the entire state itsself, but Lynda was certain that she would be able to make it big, somehow, and come out on top. When she was able to think such thoughts in Elementary School, she began to focus more on her studies then her social life. Such people down in Louisiana were seen as fools who would get nowhere, constantly picked on, harassed, and assaulted by the true fools who would go nowhere, trying to drag intellectuals down to their level. Lynda tried to refuse them and continues working fervently. Then... all Hell broke loose.
Only ten years old, Hurricane Katrina was sighted coming towards Louisiana and the New Orleans coast line. Lynda's family chose to stay and try to ride it out; New Orleans was their home and they refused to leave it. They ended up regretting that decision badly. The storm was bad enough that it seemed to try and rip the very house apart. Lynda was in fear, unable to do anything about it, knowing she was unable to do anything about it. This began her breakdown, fearing for her life, wanting to stay alive, a simple human desire multiplied by her intellect. But it was supposedly not to be. Come the day the levees failed, New Orleans was flooded, Lynda's house with them. The very blast of the water destroyed the front walls of the little house and sent Lynda and her family against the walls. Lynda managed to make her way up to higher ground with the help of her parents, but they were unable to get up themselves and thus drowned in their own living room.
Making her way to the roof, Lynda looked at the sky. As many people in Louisiana, Lynda was raised to believe in God, that the Bible was true, that His way was the only way to be safe and live hapilly. This flood convinced her otherwise and, with a despair-ridden heart and a mind full of rage, she screamed at God and cursed his very name. It was then that she began to feel cold, deathly cold, and thought that the reaper had come to take her. She felt like she was dying and, unable to remain standing, blacked out and fell into the water.
When she woke up a year later, she found she was in a hospital. Apparantly a rescue team had saved her from death and she had been put into a comatose state due to some sort of trauma. But Lynda was sure she had been dead and found herself shocked to be alive. Realizing, however, that this wasn't a hoax, she accepted her awakening with celebration. She had cheated death at the mere age of eleven where others would've sank in the depths of the flood that consumed her city. She went on to skip on to her required grade level and continue her education from there. As usual, she found it lacking and the students continued to try and bring her down to her level. One day, though, she had enough.
She was fourteen and it was three days before her birthday. Free period in school, four guys cornered her and began to mess with her about her skin. When she refused to give them the satisfaction of insulting her, one of them pulled out a jar of dust as she tried to walk away and covered her in it. The entire library laughed, but it was one comment that drove her mad and caused her awakening.
"I bet Lynda sleeps in a cemetary, eating worms, drinking blood, and fucking corpses."
This comment broke her psyche and it was the breaking of her psyche that triggered her awakening. All the dust that had been thrown onto her spread off and began to take the forms of skeletons and zombies that immediately began to attack the students. All of them tried to run... no one survived except Tony, the boy who made the comment about her being a necrophiliac. She smirked over him being held down by the zombies and, looking at her undead army, she realized that she had done all of this, that she had been given a special power for all the hell she had to deal with, her near drowning, her parent's death, the bullying, the anger, the stress... this was her reward. She looked at some dust in her hand. An inner voice told her to form it as a bone sword and, as she concentrated on the dust, she found it took that exact form. Looking at the now frightened Tony being held down by the malformed zombies, she smirked and gave the order that would begin her reign of terror.
"After you've violated him thoroughly, eat his body. Leave no evidence of this slaughter, but let Tony here know what it's like to be fucked by a corpse."
Thus Lynda went on home to plan on what to do with her new powers when she was greeted by a weird woman who introduced herself as Shadow. Promising Lynda furthr knowledge of her powers, she led Lynda to the Dimensional Isles and promised her a part of land were she to take it over. Lynda accepted, wanting to understand her power more, but sure that she would be able to overcome this woman, Shadow, and take the isles for herself once she was able to.
Other: I just decided to have fun with the history.
Picture: I'll draw her someday, or maybe Kels will to keep all the Super Children profiles straight, but 'til then, no picture.
Nicknames: Corpse Lover (No, she's not a necrophile; after Emeraldi, I feel I should clear this up while I can), Bone Girl, Harbinger of Death
Age: 15
Height: 4'9
Weight: 150 lbs.
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Alliance: Evil
Home: New Orleans
Franchise: Nintendonut1's Super Eds
Physical Description: You'd expect a necromancer to wear black... Lynda wears white. She wears a white hoodie that she draws over her body and keeps zipped up at all times, blue jeans, and white tennis shoes. Her hair and eyes aren't even black. Her hair is actually blonde and long, giving her a beautiful image, and her eyes are somewhat lavender colored, a rare color to be sure. The closes thing you could call out for a necromancer's appearence is her pale skin, more pale then a normal pale human's and easily suceptable to sunlight, causing her to only be able to come out at night. Still, other then her skin problems, your first impression of her wouldn't be evil witch, but when you finally get to know her and her motives, you discover differently.
Weapons: With near limitless energy at her disposal, Lynda doesn't like to worry about fighting. Naturally she has a little fist-fighting experience, anyone from New Orleans would, but she prefers to use her magics and let her servents fight.
Abilities/Powers: Though she's thought to truely raise the dead, she only requires corpses if she's trying to make a powerful undead creature, such as a wight or a vampire. Making weak monsters like zombies or skeletons, however, is something that Lynda can do only with dust. She also controls "bones" in this manner, controlling them as weapons or even calling forth walls of bones to defend herself behind whilst she raises an army of skeletons to fight for her. As a price for such powerful magics, however, she's weak and easy to beat down.
Skills: Lynda is a strategist who knows how to work with what she can handle. She's also good at acting, so she can utterly act the opposite of what she usually is in order to get closer to her enemy before she backstabs them utterly.
Personality: Though her appearence doesn't betray her as a necromancer, her true personality sure does. She's cold and ruthless to the core, caring only about herself and her own motives, that being to purge the world of what she deems as unworthy and recreating it as an eteral Paradise of Darkness. Yet she's also calm and cautious. She's not overly psychotic, at least to our knowledge, and she prefers to think things through overtly before striking. She wants a plan she can depend on at all times and wants to know who she can trust and who she cannot with her will. All in all, though, she's a cold-hearted girl.
History: Where would such an evil child be born? It would, of course, be in New Orleans, Louisiana. Before Katrina, things seemed to be nice. New Orleans was rough, of course, being the city with the number one murder rate in all of America much less the entire state itsself, but Lynda was certain that she would be able to make it big, somehow, and come out on top. When she was able to think such thoughts in Elementary School, she began to focus more on her studies then her social life. Such people down in Louisiana were seen as fools who would get nowhere, constantly picked on, harassed, and assaulted by the true fools who would go nowhere, trying to drag intellectuals down to their level. Lynda tried to refuse them and continues working fervently. Then... all Hell broke loose.
Only ten years old, Hurricane Katrina was sighted coming towards Louisiana and the New Orleans coast line. Lynda's family chose to stay and try to ride it out; New Orleans was their home and they refused to leave it. They ended up regretting that decision badly. The storm was bad enough that it seemed to try and rip the very house apart. Lynda was in fear, unable to do anything about it, knowing she was unable to do anything about it. This began her breakdown, fearing for her life, wanting to stay alive, a simple human desire multiplied by her intellect. But it was supposedly not to be. Come the day the levees failed, New Orleans was flooded, Lynda's house with them. The very blast of the water destroyed the front walls of the little house and sent Lynda and her family against the walls. Lynda managed to make her way up to higher ground with the help of her parents, but they were unable to get up themselves and thus drowned in their own living room.
Making her way to the roof, Lynda looked at the sky. As many people in Louisiana, Lynda was raised to believe in God, that the Bible was true, that His way was the only way to be safe and live hapilly. This flood convinced her otherwise and, with a despair-ridden heart and a mind full of rage, she screamed at God and cursed his very name. It was then that she began to feel cold, deathly cold, and thought that the reaper had come to take her. She felt like she was dying and, unable to remain standing, blacked out and fell into the water.
When she woke up a year later, she found she was in a hospital. Apparantly a rescue team had saved her from death and she had been put into a comatose state due to some sort of trauma. But Lynda was sure she had been dead and found herself shocked to be alive. Realizing, however, that this wasn't a hoax, she accepted her awakening with celebration. She had cheated death at the mere age of eleven where others would've sank in the depths of the flood that consumed her city. She went on to skip on to her required grade level and continue her education from there. As usual, she found it lacking and the students continued to try and bring her down to her level. One day, though, she had enough.
She was fourteen and it was three days before her birthday. Free period in school, four guys cornered her and began to mess with her about her skin. When she refused to give them the satisfaction of insulting her, one of them pulled out a jar of dust as she tried to walk away and covered her in it. The entire library laughed, but it was one comment that drove her mad and caused her awakening.
"I bet Lynda sleeps in a cemetary, eating worms, drinking blood, and fucking corpses."
This comment broke her psyche and it was the breaking of her psyche that triggered her awakening. All the dust that had been thrown onto her spread off and began to take the forms of skeletons and zombies that immediately began to attack the students. All of them tried to run... no one survived except Tony, the boy who made the comment about her being a necrophiliac. She smirked over him being held down by the zombies and, looking at her undead army, she realized that she had done all of this, that she had been given a special power for all the hell she had to deal with, her near drowning, her parent's death, the bullying, the anger, the stress... this was her reward. She looked at some dust in her hand. An inner voice told her to form it as a bone sword and, as she concentrated on the dust, she found it took that exact form. Looking at the now frightened Tony being held down by the malformed zombies, she smirked and gave the order that would begin her reign of terror.
"After you've violated him thoroughly, eat his body. Leave no evidence of this slaughter, but let Tony here know what it's like to be fucked by a corpse."
Thus Lynda went on home to plan on what to do with her new powers when she was greeted by a weird woman who introduced herself as Shadow. Promising Lynda furthr knowledge of her powers, she led Lynda to the Dimensional Isles and promised her a part of land were she to take it over. Lynda accepted, wanting to understand her power more, but sure that she would be able to overcome this woman, Shadow, and take the isles for herself once she was able to.
Other: I just decided to have fun with the history.
Picture: I'll draw her someday, or maybe Kels will to keep all the Super Children profiles straight, but 'til then, no picture.
