Adrienne McNeil

[adrienne mcneil]

ADRIENNE MCNEIL

BASICS
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

FULL NAME: Adrienne Leila McNeil
RACE: Human
AGE: 23
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5’9”
WEIGHT: 129lbs

BIRTHPLACE: Rochester, New Hampshire

POWERS
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

SPECIAL ABILITIES:Telepathy and Telekinesis, Witchcraft

DETAILS: Adrienne, aside from her mother, is the only New Hampshire 'witch' to have an active ability. In her case, she has two, and her Aunts covet her. Adrienne's telepathy and telekinesis are sort of mild.

With her telepathy she can pick up on the thoughts of a person who is in the same vicinity as her, however, she has to be actively listening/focusing to pick up on any thoughts, one individual at a time. Depending on the distance as well, sometimes she can only pick up fragments of a person's thoughts. For a deeper reading of mental information, Adrienne has to touch the person and maintain physical contact. She can not communicate with her telepathy..however, although it is unknown to her, she can send off an uncomfortable, humming which can act as a beacon or tracker. Only someone she is extremely close to would pick on the 'signal'.

Her telekinesis isn't exactly what telekinesis is all about. She can merely exert enough energy to push a person or object. She can't use her mind, or a hand gesture to lift, throw, or pull, she can only push. It's more or less an expulsion of personal energy.

Adrienne rarely practices witchcraft, or well she doesn't delve as deeply into it - by choice. Much like in the show, she'd use ingredients, tools, sigils/symbols, and various instructions to carry out her craft work. Some spells call for difficult ingredients, or acquiring them goes against her morals.

PERSONAL
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

APPEARANCE:
Adrienne is blessed with her own kind of beauty, within and without, that sets her apart from the women in her family, with their almost porcelain skin, buxom blonde hair and sectoral heterochromia eyes. None of which she inherited. Her appearance is similar to that of her great-great-great-grandmother Arabela Aradia Dé Lacléur, which causes much unrest. Adrienne is 5 foot 9 inches in height. She is slender, toned, and equipped with the legs of a dancer. She has creamy, peach toned skin marred only by a single tattoo of the Tripple Goddess symbol, inked on the back of her delicate, swan neck. She is a brunette, with dark, silken hair that flows over her shoulders and ends at the middle of her back. She often wears her hair down, or in a long, single braid. She has a fresh, sweet face, and sultry yet warm hazel eyes.

STRENGTHS:

• Adept in the Occult
  
• Brave
  
• Smart
  
• Pretty Resilient
  
• Can defend herself
  

WEAKNESSES:

• For a good cause she'd be willing to take dangerous, risks
  
• Tempted in practicing the darker, old school witchcraft but is afraid of becoming anything like her relatives
  
• Godiva Chocolate Truffles {anyone who knows her knows she just loves 'em.
  
• Her family {she battles between being loyal and doing the right things, which simply results in her distancing herself from them}
  
• Stubborn {If she's set her mind on something, or thinks doing something her way will have the better result, then despite reservations she'll do what she wants}
  
• Inexperienced {as knowledgeable as she may be with the occult and lore, she's never encountered, or had to deal with a true threat. The most peculiar thing she's aware of is herself, and her family}
  

PERSONALITY:
No stress, no drama. As long as she could avoid it, that is. Adrienne doesn't fit into just one, neat, box or category. She's very adaptable to her surroundings, and the company she keeps. With eclectic tastes, so is her personality. She takes in a bit of everything to better herself, and to maintain a fresh, interesting, and unpredictable outlook.

She's thoughtful and open minded, but with just a tinge of skepticism despite what she's capable of, or have witnessed. She's comfortable in her skin, often perceived as a cool, laid back chick with a bit of a witty, quirky streak. She doesn't fret too much over material things, or style. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt is as good as anything. She prefers to keep it simple.

She's very 'girl next door'. Sweet, personable (yet sometimes shy/quiet), and helpful, yet retains some level of privacy for herself. She tries to be considerate, understanding and grounded, but is by no means a 'door mat'. She can get fiery when provoked, or when she needs to get an important point across, and isn't being allowed the chance to be heard or understood. She lets people know what she's thinking, whether she believes something is a good idea or bad one.

When the situation demands it, Adrienne can snap into a very serious, focused and determined mode. She doesn't like to go head on into things that she's uncertain about, however, she is known to take some risks...for the right person, or cause. Survival instincts, perhaps?

HISTORY:
The Beginnings: Stregheria Witches - the Dé Lacléur Clan descends from French and Italian lineage. They hailed from a small village turned town in Europe. A wealthy matriarchal family funded on power, influence and tradition, with a talent for the occult and accumulating knowledge about it. The Dé Lacléur’s always lived together, or next door to each other. They were viewed from the outside as a coven of women, rather than a simple, family. They raised questions, curiosity, and fear. The family was nearly, annihilated completely when an incident provoked a sect of ‘hunters’ to destroy them. It was rumored that Arabella Dé Lacléur was the reason, but it was never elaborated upon.

What remained of the Dé Lacléur’s, moved to America, establishing a new beginning in a small, New England colony. Their strange heterochromia eyes (the cause of incestuous practices) caused the people to be suspicious of them. However, the family flourished once again, but never regained the full capacity that they were.

The Present: No men are born in the family now, and the women are even more engrossed in being matriarchal, have chosen to only use men for sex, and conception is done in a ritual ceremony with selected males. The Dé Lacléur women wear masks during these ceremonies. The men who participate usually die mysteriously days, or weeks after. The family appears average, presenting themselves as neighborly, good citizens, but in truth they have grown far colder, and malicious – using black magic as they please.

***.::."The Coven" in New Hampshire.::. Aunt Vivian, Aunt Helena, Aunt Claretta, Cousin Charlotte, Cousin Coraline & Bianca***

Where she stands:Adrienne McNeil was born on Samhain, to Daniella Dé Lacléur, a suspected Clairvoyant and witch, with red hair and brilliant emerald green eyes. Daniella had fallen in love with a man, and had conceived Adrienne that way...rather than ceremonially. She'd ran off with her lover, and baby, but returned home without Adrienne's father.

Adrienne grew up in the Dé Lacléur Manor in Rochester, New Hampshire, and was educated both at home and at a private High School. Her appearance and personality had always caused her to be viewed and treated as the black sheep of the family. It stirred much controversy that she looked like an ancestor named, Arabella. Presently, she still remains clueless as to why it bothered her Aunts, and her mother so much.

She lived relatively happily, and was close to her mother who tried her best not to let her be influenced by her Aunts, and cousins. Daniella played the most active part in teaching Adrienne about the occult and witchcraft.

When her mother passed away from cancer, Adrienne followed her mother's final wishes to move out of the manor. It wasn't difficult for her to do so. Finding her own place quickly, Adrienne separated herself as much as she could from her family. She managed to open her own store, Belladonna, where she sells arts and crafts, homeopathic and aromatherapy remedies, hand made jewelry, soaps, lotions and wines. She also sells New Age books, sachets, candles, and other occult things.

OUT OF CHARACTER
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

NAME/ALIAS:Kiki/Ade
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING:Too many years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US:In a treasure box called Rob
RP SAMPLE: She was going to die…and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

When she made her last failing attempt to push away from Ben Carver, all too suddenly, she was falling – succumbing to gravity without a fight. Possibly, from another’s perspective, they fell quickly. For Angel however, it was horrifically, slow – suffering the prolonged awareness of the inevitable; death, accompanied with all the right emotions: fear, anguish, anger, and much more wrapped up in a ball entombed in numbness. There was no hope of waking up in a cold sweat, glad that it was all just a dream. This was real…this was happening…

And Ben Carver was a diabolical, bastard.

Windowless, walls of brick zoomed by. If only her limbs didn’t feel like dead weights, maybe she would’ve have reached out, although it would have solved nothing. The wind in her ears was deafening, her blonde hair whipped her face, and her short, dress rippled against her cool, goose-bumped skin.

The air tugged her around, and briefly she caught a glimpse of the rapidly, rising ground before she spun again – turning her back on death; and as the guttural, scream finally clawed and climbed its way from the pit of her stomach to her throat, she struck the asphalt – with only the sound of breaking bodies. Her scream crushed in her throat.

Angel lay upward with her half closed eyes fixed on the onyx, sky - seeing nothing. Her body was contorted: one leg outstretched, while the other was bent slightly. One arm trapped behind her, while the other rested limply by her head. Blood pooled out from some unseen wound, and she was covered in cuts and scrapes. Her chest didn’t rise and fall, her heart still thrummed, but barely. She was submersed in a deepening, darkness that felt like ice. Ice replaced with a shock of fire.

Pain erupted throughout her body as bones mended, and organs repaired. She could hear the sickening cracks, and snaps, and wanted to do nothing more than puke. Her arm shot out, grabbed something – a face. Her fingernails dug deep before her arm fell to her side. The night sky, with it many stars, broke through the darkness. Angel’s chest heaved as she could again breathe, and with that she screamed. Her eyes widened with life.

Eva searched around her in a frenzied, panic. Her gaze skipped from the looming buildings, to the man, to the ground, and back to the man. She didn’t know who he was, and hadn’t the slightest clue where she was. His mouth looked bloody, making him appear ghastly. She was afraid of him, afraid of what he was doing to her…or planning to.

As quickly as she could manage she sat up, her hands outstretched in plight. “Who are you? What did you do to me?” She stared, wide eyed at Ben. “Don’t hurt me, okay? I have money, if you want money. Just take it…and leave…I don’t want to have to hurt -” Her words clipped short. Her eyes narrowed, they blazed with a ferocity that Ben would be familiar with, and then they softened again.

Eva looked down at the blood around her, and then she fainted.

[ash higgins]

Approved!

Don't forget to fill out the claims!