Post by deadbeat on Sept 12, 2009 6:19:34 GMT -5
OOC Name: deadbeat
Character Model: Hilary Duff
Ghost Tag: ...living.dead.thing...
Name: Boudica Nox
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Hair: Brunette to Blonde, depends on the dye
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5 ft 1
Weight: 120
Sexual Preference: straight
Marital Status: single
Nationality: American
Birthplace: Las Vegas
Current Residence: Boston
Family: Mother - Rhiannon Nox : Father - Ross Nox : Sisters - Amanda, Jenny, and Kelsey Nox
Job: Necromancer/volunteer for the police
Assets: two bedroom condo, landrover, adequate savings,
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: ears pierced, misc job scars on arms, hands, torso/back
Skills: natural born sensitive, decent aim, knows sparing, runner
Weapons: Bersa Thunder 380 duo tone, silver ritual daggers (2), Machete for business
Gifted Human: Necromancer
Level: Master
Powers:
Weak
Draw of Death I - The necromancer feels a pull or link when dead things are near.
Sense Death I – The necromancer can sense an unmarked grave or unseen dead body, when within a few paces of it.
Soul Sense – The necromancer is able to ascertain if a body is three days dead and if the soul has gone.
Raise the Dead I – Once trained, the necromancer is able to successfully perform the ritual necessary to animate a dead body that has been dead no more than 20 years. Blood must be used.
Control Zombie I - The necromancer is able to control zombies. They can be asked questions. The animator can control one at a time.
Shields I – By imagining a barrier of some sort and focusing on it, the necromancer can shield his powers to contain them.
Moderate
Shields II – By imagining a barrier of some sort, the necromancer can shield his powers to contain them. He can also block out the powers of equal or lesser beings.
Resist Gaze – The necromancer can resist the gaze of a vampire of equal or lesser power.
Control Zombie II – The necromancer is able to control zombies. They can be asked questions, used as menial labor or sent to complete simple tasks (yes, “kill Anita Blake” is a simple task.. to attempt, if not to succeed at.) The necromancer can control one at a time.
Raise the Dead II – The necromancer is able to animate two dead bodies that have been dead no more than 20 years in the same night. Blood must be used. There would be a drain magically, mentally and physically on the necromancer.
Strong Moderate
Control Dead I – (must have Control Zombie II) The necromancer is able to control all types of undead of lesser power. The animator can control stray zombies, ghouls and in some instances be able to have minor commanding power over young new vampires.
Age the Undead I – The necromancer can feel the weight of an unshielded vampire’s age and guess it correctly within a century.
Raise the Dead III – (must have Raise the Dead II) The necromancer is able to animate four dead bodies that have been dead no more than 50 years in the same night. Blood must be used. There would be a drain magically, mentally and physically on the necromancer.
Master
Raise the Dead IV – (must have Raise the Dead III) The necromancer is easily able to animate five dead bodies that have been dead no more than 50 years in the same night. Neither a circle nor blood are necessary to raise the body anymore, however the zombie must be fed blood to bring its personality forth. The necromancer could raise one of those bodies up to a century dead, but would need a human sacrifice to accomplish it.
Control the Undead I – The necromancer can control a vampire of equal or lesser power by placing blood on his lips. If the vampire is of equal or higher power, the necromancer can impose strong suggestion.
Power from Death – The necromancer is able to draw metaphysical strength and power from the nearby dead and undead to temporarily increase personal power.
Biography:
Born to your run of the mill, American family...Bodica was the eldest child of three sisters, her mother an administrator at a local high school, her father working for a manufacturing company. Living in a one story track home on the outskirts of Las Vegas...Bodica, or 'Bo' as her family called her, never wanted for much. Sure things were tight, and there were other kids who had more...but her parents were supportive, and her sisters...sisters. Her parents part of a local Coven, her family was natural born psychics/witches/sensitives...though nothing too out of the ordinary. Bo participated with her sisters and her parents, going to religious celebrations, learning how to tap into her own abilities while worshiping the 'true' gods. She showed a talent for it, as did her sisters, and their family was a staple to the Coven for most of her life growing up, a community, a family, a place that always made sense, even at the worst of times. Bo never thought about it much growing up, taking for granted what she had...untill everything changed.
Coming up on her thirteenth birthday...Bo was a small child for her age, she never grew taller then five foot one. Not an unpopular kid at school...she wasn't popular either, a nice but quiet girl. Good grades, participating in music and acting, sports teams after school...it was known at the school that Bo and her family were 'witches'...but in a town like Las Vegas this wasn't such a surprise. Some kids teased her about it, but Bo never payed it much mind, her parents having taught her to rise above it...but somethings a kid just had trouble getting over. Las Vegas, home to sinners the world over...crime wasn't surprising, the news always had something tragic as a headline...it wasn't something that touched Bo and her family and the other kids at Bo's middle school...or at least, it shouldn't have. Unbeknown to the community...a visitor to their wonderful Las Vegas...had been murdered. That in itself wasn't so strange, really wouldn't have caused too many waves...but the killer, in a panic, had made to stow the body somewhere he thought they'd never look. The woman had been a hooker, or so he thought...really just some trumped up, drunk, sorority sister. He'd tried to get her to let him pay, but she started screaming...so he shut her up and took what he wanted...and then when he realized that she was dead, he had tried to find a place they'd never find her. Thinking the hoover dam was too cliche...he'd stuffed the body into a suitcase and dumped it in a dumpster at a local school. No one would think to find a dead hooker at a kids school, was his reasoning. He didn't bargain a burgeoning Necromancer into the deal.
The school day started as any other...Bo had almost stayed home. Feeling feverish, nauseous...figuring it was just a cold, she had important tests and knew that she should be there. So she went. Chills, sweats...shaking...unable to concentrate...she felt like her nerves were on fire, every little thing making her jumpy, her stomach roiling like an upset sea. Figuring it was just a cold...she'd always been the type to get sick easily...her friends knew how Bo got. They didn't bother sending her to the nurse, or even suggest going home...they knew their friend didn't miss school unless it was a real emergency...so instead they tried to help her through it, and before Bo knew what time it was, it was lunch. Going to sit with her friends at the front of the school, by the sign...they had a place of grass that they always liked to gather, which was where Bo went to lay down. She was feeling even worse, the day taking its toll on her...Bo felt like her skin was crawling. It felt like the world was on edge, a pane of glass about to shatter...Bo was too out of it to hear the screams, at first. Screams, panicked screams, childrens screams...it started at the back of the school, making it's way across the quad, the kids all starting to panic, run. Getting to her feet...Bo stood up with her friends, trying to see what was going on...and that was the moment. Looking across the quad, seeing what was stumbling it's way towards them...Bo couldn't make it out at first, shocked. Bloody, dirty in all her glory...starting to decompose in the Nevada heat...was a blonde beauty queen. And she was screaming. Looking at her hands, seeing the gashes and holes in her body...she kept asking where she was, begging for help...but no one had any. She would stumble over the grass...and Bo would look on in horror...the pain pounding inside her head, making her body scream growing more and more the longer she watched the woman...and then she made eyecontact with Bo.
Looking across the quad...Bo felt her eyes drawn to the woman like she knew...just -knew-...that somehow that woman, was part of her...and then her headache seemed to explode. Dropping to her knees with a scream...The zombie took off with an unexpected, otherworldly speed...heading right towards Bo...and all Bo could feel was that power, that life force, the death surrounding her, somehow tied in with Bo. Screaming, fighting the Zombie off...the thing now mindless, just drawn to the power that was overflowing from the 13 year old girl who'd just come into her own. Bo would get to her feet and run...The blood that the Zombie had drawn only making it more vicious...she had no control, no knowledge that -she- could control the zombie...all she knew was that this was a nightmare. She bolted towards the front of the school, into traffic...where she was hit by an oncoming motorist. Bloody, broken, the Zombie now on top of her, trying to get what it wanted...All Bo could do was scream, unable to fight the superstrong undead...and if it wasn't for the motorist who hit her, she would have been eaten alive. The motorist, a local off duty police man, reacted in a way that made him a hero. Getting out of the car, pulling out his gun...he shot the zombie dead, emptying the clip into it. Afterwards, he rode with Bo to the hospital.
After the incident, things changed drastically for Bo. Her family shunned from the Coven (not that her parents agreed with this) the Coven had said that a necromancer, something that dealed with the undead like that, was obviously evil and they didn't want people like that involved with their Coven thinking that they would- all- be affected because of the death that surrounded Bo. Her parents didn't want anything to do with a Coven that felt that way about their daughter...but Bo could see the strain. Her parents fell more into work, her sisters growing up and getting their own interests...her family was no longer the happy, inclusive home she used to know. No longer just an overlooked nobody at her school...Bo was the 'zombie girl'...shunned and made fun of by her classmates as something evil, disgusting. Even though Vampires were legal and Necromancers an accepted, legal, part of the every day life...it didn't do much to save Bo. Entering into highschool...with no friends, and very little self esteem...it didn't take the kids long to start mocking her for being coffinbait, figuring that if the zombie came after her like it had, it must be the same with Vampires. Because of this, Bo started to dislike Vampires...not because they ever did anything to her...but because she felt that they were just another undead thing that made her life more difficult. The older she got, the more she saw vampire related crimes in the news...the more she believed it. The only light in all of this was the man who'd hit her with his car. An off duty officer...he was also a clairvoyant, working for a particular sector of the police department, one that dealt with the supernatural. Finding Bo and her family a teacher to help train and guide her powers, to stop any other embarrassing zombie situations...he also tried to guide Bo into law enforcement. Showing her that, despite the cruelty of her peers, that there -was- a place in the world for people like them...Bo graduated near the top of her class and decided that she was going to school far far away.
Going to school for a double degree in criminology and supernatural studies...she took a minor in psychology, and another in public relations at the urging of her parents. Knowing that their daughter wanted to go into the Police force, not wanting to stop her...they wanted her to realize that there was more then one route for a girl with her particular talents. Taking this into account...it was a whirlwind four years, and then another two to achieve her Masters degrees. At the end of her Masters, she decided that her parents were right...her degrees, with the added minors of psych and PR, landed her a job with a local Boston Animating Firm. Making good money raising the dead, doing what she -needed- to do, what she was best at for a decent living...Bo had nothing to ask for. The job wasn't horrible...maybe not as fulfilling as she wanted, but not bad...she didn't need for anything, not that that was really satisfying, when it came to her career. So Bo decided to call her old friend...asking him if he could give her a recommendation to the Boston PD...Bo applied to be a local civilian expert, the one they called in on specialty cases. Not a witch, or a clairvoyant...but a necromancer, just as useful...and with sterling qualifications and reccomendations, if young...Bo was accepted on the RPIT team, just another face helping to solve crimes. Or so Bo thought...the reality of the job wasn't so easy.
A few years older now, a few years wiser...Bo is a more hardened girl then the one that graduated from Harvard, a trooper tried and true. Over coming a difficult childhood, finding that she actually -liked- living on the edge, finding the life that she wanted as a civilian liaison and an animator...Bo is a little banged up, with scars to tell that she isnt just talk, a hardness in her eyes you wouldn't expect for a woman her age. Seeing things that maybe, she could have spared herself...but knowing the truth of life from her own experiences...Bo is willing to take a scar or two for her job if it means doing right by the people of Boston.
Boston is her home now, more comfortable in what she's made it than Las Vegas...and Bo is just another single girl working the daily grind, if a bit of a local 'celebrity'. There were plenty who don't think you get a monster to help fight the monsters, and even more who think as a liaison, shes only in it for the money, made more obvious by the fact that obviously no one sane would do her job. Just wait...she'll show her true colors, monsters like her always do...and so Bo labors against the misconceptions every day. A deep well of rage is what fuels her...you cant go through the life she has, worked as hard as she has, and gotten as little credit without having a bit of rage inside you. But Bo likes it that way...it fuels her to do better, to do more. Determined to not let the things she hates most about herself stop her...Bo uses her powers in the best way she can, a liaison between the monsters and the real world. Just another living dead girl...
Character Model: Hilary Duff
Ghost Tag: ...living.dead.thing...
Name: Boudica Nox
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Hair: Brunette to Blonde, depends on the dye
Eyes: Hazel
Height: 5 ft 1
Weight: 120
Sexual Preference: straight
Marital Status: single
Nationality: American
Birthplace: Las Vegas
Current Residence: Boston
Family: Mother - Rhiannon Nox : Father - Ross Nox : Sisters - Amanda, Jenny, and Kelsey Nox
Job: Necromancer/volunteer for the police
Assets: two bedroom condo, landrover, adequate savings,
Tattoos/Piercings/Scars: ears pierced, misc job scars on arms, hands, torso/back
Skills: natural born sensitive, decent aim, knows sparing, runner
Weapons: Bersa Thunder 380 duo tone, silver ritual daggers (2), Machete for business
Gifted Human: Necromancer
Level: Master
Powers:
Weak
Draw of Death I - The necromancer feels a pull or link when dead things are near.
Sense Death I – The necromancer can sense an unmarked grave or unseen dead body, when within a few paces of it.
Soul Sense – The necromancer is able to ascertain if a body is three days dead and if the soul has gone.
Raise the Dead I – Once trained, the necromancer is able to successfully perform the ritual necessary to animate a dead body that has been dead no more than 20 years. Blood must be used.
Control Zombie I - The necromancer is able to control zombies. They can be asked questions. The animator can control one at a time.
Shields I – By imagining a barrier of some sort and focusing on it, the necromancer can shield his powers to contain them.
Moderate
Shields II – By imagining a barrier of some sort, the necromancer can shield his powers to contain them. He can also block out the powers of equal or lesser beings.
Resist Gaze – The necromancer can resist the gaze of a vampire of equal or lesser power.
Control Zombie II – The necromancer is able to control zombies. They can be asked questions, used as menial labor or sent to complete simple tasks (yes, “kill Anita Blake” is a simple task.. to attempt, if not to succeed at.) The necromancer can control one at a time.
Raise the Dead II – The necromancer is able to animate two dead bodies that have been dead no more than 20 years in the same night. Blood must be used. There would be a drain magically, mentally and physically on the necromancer.
Strong Moderate
Control Dead I – (must have Control Zombie II) The necromancer is able to control all types of undead of lesser power. The animator can control stray zombies, ghouls and in some instances be able to have minor commanding power over young new vampires.
Age the Undead I – The necromancer can feel the weight of an unshielded vampire’s age and guess it correctly within a century.
Raise the Dead III – (must have Raise the Dead II) The necromancer is able to animate four dead bodies that have been dead no more than 50 years in the same night. Blood must be used. There would be a drain magically, mentally and physically on the necromancer.
Master
Raise the Dead IV – (must have Raise the Dead III) The necromancer is easily able to animate five dead bodies that have been dead no more than 50 years in the same night. Neither a circle nor blood are necessary to raise the body anymore, however the zombie must be fed blood to bring its personality forth. The necromancer could raise one of those bodies up to a century dead, but would need a human sacrifice to accomplish it.
Control the Undead I – The necromancer can control a vampire of equal or lesser power by placing blood on his lips. If the vampire is of equal or higher power, the necromancer can impose strong suggestion.
Power from Death – The necromancer is able to draw metaphysical strength and power from the nearby dead and undead to temporarily increase personal power.
Biography:
Born to your run of the mill, American family...Bodica was the eldest child of three sisters, her mother an administrator at a local high school, her father working for a manufacturing company. Living in a one story track home on the outskirts of Las Vegas...Bodica, or 'Bo' as her family called her, never wanted for much. Sure things were tight, and there were other kids who had more...but her parents were supportive, and her sisters...sisters. Her parents part of a local Coven, her family was natural born psychics/witches/sensitives...though nothing too out of the ordinary. Bo participated with her sisters and her parents, going to religious celebrations, learning how to tap into her own abilities while worshiping the 'true' gods. She showed a talent for it, as did her sisters, and their family was a staple to the Coven for most of her life growing up, a community, a family, a place that always made sense, even at the worst of times. Bo never thought about it much growing up, taking for granted what she had...untill everything changed.
Coming up on her thirteenth birthday...Bo was a small child for her age, she never grew taller then five foot one. Not an unpopular kid at school...she wasn't popular either, a nice but quiet girl. Good grades, participating in music and acting, sports teams after school...it was known at the school that Bo and her family were 'witches'...but in a town like Las Vegas this wasn't such a surprise. Some kids teased her about it, but Bo never payed it much mind, her parents having taught her to rise above it...but somethings a kid just had trouble getting over. Las Vegas, home to sinners the world over...crime wasn't surprising, the news always had something tragic as a headline...it wasn't something that touched Bo and her family and the other kids at Bo's middle school...or at least, it shouldn't have. Unbeknown to the community...a visitor to their wonderful Las Vegas...had been murdered. That in itself wasn't so strange, really wouldn't have caused too many waves...but the killer, in a panic, had made to stow the body somewhere he thought they'd never look. The woman had been a hooker, or so he thought...really just some trumped up, drunk, sorority sister. He'd tried to get her to let him pay, but she started screaming...so he shut her up and took what he wanted...and then when he realized that she was dead, he had tried to find a place they'd never find her. Thinking the hoover dam was too cliche...he'd stuffed the body into a suitcase and dumped it in a dumpster at a local school. No one would think to find a dead hooker at a kids school, was his reasoning. He didn't bargain a burgeoning Necromancer into the deal.
The school day started as any other...Bo had almost stayed home. Feeling feverish, nauseous...figuring it was just a cold, she had important tests and knew that she should be there. So she went. Chills, sweats...shaking...unable to concentrate...she felt like her nerves were on fire, every little thing making her jumpy, her stomach roiling like an upset sea. Figuring it was just a cold...she'd always been the type to get sick easily...her friends knew how Bo got. They didn't bother sending her to the nurse, or even suggest going home...they knew their friend didn't miss school unless it was a real emergency...so instead they tried to help her through it, and before Bo knew what time it was, it was lunch. Going to sit with her friends at the front of the school, by the sign...they had a place of grass that they always liked to gather, which was where Bo went to lay down. She was feeling even worse, the day taking its toll on her...Bo felt like her skin was crawling. It felt like the world was on edge, a pane of glass about to shatter...Bo was too out of it to hear the screams, at first. Screams, panicked screams, childrens screams...it started at the back of the school, making it's way across the quad, the kids all starting to panic, run. Getting to her feet...Bo stood up with her friends, trying to see what was going on...and that was the moment. Looking across the quad, seeing what was stumbling it's way towards them...Bo couldn't make it out at first, shocked. Bloody, dirty in all her glory...starting to decompose in the Nevada heat...was a blonde beauty queen. And she was screaming. Looking at her hands, seeing the gashes and holes in her body...she kept asking where she was, begging for help...but no one had any. She would stumble over the grass...and Bo would look on in horror...the pain pounding inside her head, making her body scream growing more and more the longer she watched the woman...and then she made eyecontact with Bo.
Looking across the quad...Bo felt her eyes drawn to the woman like she knew...just -knew-...that somehow that woman, was part of her...and then her headache seemed to explode. Dropping to her knees with a scream...The zombie took off with an unexpected, otherworldly speed...heading right towards Bo...and all Bo could feel was that power, that life force, the death surrounding her, somehow tied in with Bo. Screaming, fighting the Zombie off...the thing now mindless, just drawn to the power that was overflowing from the 13 year old girl who'd just come into her own. Bo would get to her feet and run...The blood that the Zombie had drawn only making it more vicious...she had no control, no knowledge that -she- could control the zombie...all she knew was that this was a nightmare. She bolted towards the front of the school, into traffic...where she was hit by an oncoming motorist. Bloody, broken, the Zombie now on top of her, trying to get what it wanted...All Bo could do was scream, unable to fight the superstrong undead...and if it wasn't for the motorist who hit her, she would have been eaten alive. The motorist, a local off duty police man, reacted in a way that made him a hero. Getting out of the car, pulling out his gun...he shot the zombie dead, emptying the clip into it. Afterwards, he rode with Bo to the hospital.
After the incident, things changed drastically for Bo. Her family shunned from the Coven (not that her parents agreed with this) the Coven had said that a necromancer, something that dealed with the undead like that, was obviously evil and they didn't want people like that involved with their Coven thinking that they would- all- be affected because of the death that surrounded Bo. Her parents didn't want anything to do with a Coven that felt that way about their daughter...but Bo could see the strain. Her parents fell more into work, her sisters growing up and getting their own interests...her family was no longer the happy, inclusive home she used to know. No longer just an overlooked nobody at her school...Bo was the 'zombie girl'...shunned and made fun of by her classmates as something evil, disgusting. Even though Vampires were legal and Necromancers an accepted, legal, part of the every day life...it didn't do much to save Bo. Entering into highschool...with no friends, and very little self esteem...it didn't take the kids long to start mocking her for being coffinbait, figuring that if the zombie came after her like it had, it must be the same with Vampires. Because of this, Bo started to dislike Vampires...not because they ever did anything to her...but because she felt that they were just another undead thing that made her life more difficult. The older she got, the more she saw vampire related crimes in the news...the more she believed it. The only light in all of this was the man who'd hit her with his car. An off duty officer...he was also a clairvoyant, working for a particular sector of the police department, one that dealt with the supernatural. Finding Bo and her family a teacher to help train and guide her powers, to stop any other embarrassing zombie situations...he also tried to guide Bo into law enforcement. Showing her that, despite the cruelty of her peers, that there -was- a place in the world for people like them...Bo graduated near the top of her class and decided that she was going to school far far away.
Going to school for a double degree in criminology and supernatural studies...she took a minor in psychology, and another in public relations at the urging of her parents. Knowing that their daughter wanted to go into the Police force, not wanting to stop her...they wanted her to realize that there was more then one route for a girl with her particular talents. Taking this into account...it was a whirlwind four years, and then another two to achieve her Masters degrees. At the end of her Masters, she decided that her parents were right...her degrees, with the added minors of psych and PR, landed her a job with a local Boston Animating Firm. Making good money raising the dead, doing what she -needed- to do, what she was best at for a decent living...Bo had nothing to ask for. The job wasn't horrible...maybe not as fulfilling as she wanted, but not bad...she didn't need for anything, not that that was really satisfying, when it came to her career. So Bo decided to call her old friend...asking him if he could give her a recommendation to the Boston PD...Bo applied to be a local civilian expert, the one they called in on specialty cases. Not a witch, or a clairvoyant...but a necromancer, just as useful...and with sterling qualifications and reccomendations, if young...Bo was accepted on the RPIT team, just another face helping to solve crimes. Or so Bo thought...the reality of the job wasn't so easy.
A few years older now, a few years wiser...Bo is a more hardened girl then the one that graduated from Harvard, a trooper tried and true. Over coming a difficult childhood, finding that she actually -liked- living on the edge, finding the life that she wanted as a civilian liaison and an animator...Bo is a little banged up, with scars to tell that she isnt just talk, a hardness in her eyes you wouldn't expect for a woman her age. Seeing things that maybe, she could have spared herself...but knowing the truth of life from her own experiences...Bo is willing to take a scar or two for her job if it means doing right by the people of Boston.
Boston is her home now, more comfortable in what she's made it than Las Vegas...and Bo is just another single girl working the daily grind, if a bit of a local 'celebrity'. There were plenty who don't think you get a monster to help fight the monsters, and even more who think as a liaison, shes only in it for the money, made more obvious by the fact that obviously no one sane would do her job. Just wait...she'll show her true colors, monsters like her always do...and so Bo labors against the misconceptions every day. A deep well of rage is what fuels her...you cant go through the life she has, worked as hard as she has, and gotten as little credit without having a bit of rage inside you. But Bo likes it that way...it fuels her to do better, to do more. Determined to not let the things she hates most about herself stop her...Bo uses her powers in the best way she can, a liaison between the monsters and the real world. Just another living dead girl...
