Post by aless on Aug 31, 2005 18:26:06 GMT -5
Contact Info:
ICQ: never uses but for one person
MSN: touchofpeace@hotmail.com
E-mail: see above
Name: Alessandra Destin
Age: 23
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Race: Human
Religion: Wiccan
Nationality: Italian
Languages: English and Italian
Dominant Hand: Right
Marital Status: Single
Favorite Music: Classical
Distinguishing Features: Constant band around right wrist.
Known Relatives: None, her family was killed.
Group Affiliations:
Fighting: Typical
Agility: Excellent
Strength: Poor
Endurance: Excellent
Reason: Excellent
Intuition: Amazing
Psyche: Unearthly
Health: Excellent
Resources: Incredible
Popularity: Good
Known Powers and strength: Medium and Precognition, both perfected.
Talents/Abilities: Plays soprano sax.
Equipment: One bag carried with her everywhere containing potions, powders, and various ingredients, a spined book with spells for channeling and a few drugs for inducing states of levity along with an armored undercoat and an Enforcer 117A.
Vehicles: Restored 2005 Shelby Mustang
Property: Condo in Milan, Flat in London, Flat in Ajoia
Weaknesses: Still Human
History: Alessandra Destin was born in Milan to the Destin family. The furriers with a reputation for being the best. She was a rather petite little thing, an adorable child. Brown haired and brown eyed like her father withe the features that made her mother gorgeous. Small and petite was Alessandra. She had been a secluded child for the first years of her life. She learned to entertain herself. Her mother was always in the public eye as she floundered about the world to push her father's busines to world acclaim and that left her little time for Aleesandra. Not that Alessandra needed much time. It was apparent from the age of 4 that Alessandra was not like the rest of the world. She was gifted. She could touch things and see the future of the person attached to the object, not the rest of their lives but snipets in time. The thought of it made her mother jump with glee. They would use her to push the furs, her gift, but her father would not have it. So instead, Alessandra remained in Milan with her father.
He knew a bit about what she could do and started teaching her himself how to control the gift, until she surpassed him one night after accidentally drinking from his glass of port. Her wee brown eyes closed and it was as if she were filled with someone else. Her dead grandfather's voice floated from her little lips and freaked her father out. The next day he contacted a local coven and off little Alessandra went.
From right at her 6th birthday until 6 weeks ago, Alessandra lived within that coven and learned both medium and precognition. Then during one stormed filled night, her parents were killed in a car accident on the slippery roads outside Milan. She left that night and buried them both, but she could not live in their house. She sold it and bought herself a condo in Milan, a flat in London where the main offices of the business are these days, and then travelled to Ajoia, Washington to find the place that had been her parents' hideaway. She bought a flat there and stayed locked inside for 2 weeks, rifling through her parents' most private lives. Then she had begun coming out at night under the moon and gazing longingly for something more. But what does she find out? What made her need the moon so badly? And where will she finds the answers she seeks?
ICQ: never uses but for one person
MSN: touchofpeace@hotmail.com
E-mail: see above
Name: Alessandra Destin
Age: 23
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Race: Human
Religion: Wiccan
Nationality: Italian
Languages: English and Italian
Dominant Hand: Right
Marital Status: Single
Favorite Music: Classical
Distinguishing Features: Constant band around right wrist.
Known Relatives: None, her family was killed.
Group Affiliations:
Fighting: Typical
Agility: Excellent
Strength: Poor
Endurance: Excellent
Reason: Excellent
Intuition: Amazing
Psyche: Unearthly
Health: Excellent
Resources: Incredible
Popularity: Good
Known Powers and strength: Medium and Precognition, both perfected.
Talents/Abilities: Plays soprano sax.
Equipment: One bag carried with her everywhere containing potions, powders, and various ingredients, a spined book with spells for channeling and a few drugs for inducing states of levity along with an armored undercoat and an Enforcer 117A.
Vehicles: Restored 2005 Shelby Mustang
Property: Condo in Milan, Flat in London, Flat in Ajoia
Weaknesses: Still Human
History: Alessandra Destin was born in Milan to the Destin family. The furriers with a reputation for being the best. She was a rather petite little thing, an adorable child. Brown haired and brown eyed like her father withe the features that made her mother gorgeous. Small and petite was Alessandra. She had been a secluded child for the first years of her life. She learned to entertain herself. Her mother was always in the public eye as she floundered about the world to push her father's busines to world acclaim and that left her little time for Aleesandra. Not that Alessandra needed much time. It was apparent from the age of 4 that Alessandra was not like the rest of the world. She was gifted. She could touch things and see the future of the person attached to the object, not the rest of their lives but snipets in time. The thought of it made her mother jump with glee. They would use her to push the furs, her gift, but her father would not have it. So instead, Alessandra remained in Milan with her father.
He knew a bit about what she could do and started teaching her himself how to control the gift, until she surpassed him one night after accidentally drinking from his glass of port. Her wee brown eyes closed and it was as if she were filled with someone else. Her dead grandfather's voice floated from her little lips and freaked her father out. The next day he contacted a local coven and off little Alessandra went.
From right at her 6th birthday until 6 weeks ago, Alessandra lived within that coven and learned both medium and precognition. Then during one stormed filled night, her parents were killed in a car accident on the slippery roads outside Milan. She left that night and buried them both, but she could not live in their house. She sold it and bought herself a condo in Milan, a flat in London where the main offices of the business are these days, and then travelled to Ajoia, Washington to find the place that had been her parents' hideaway. She bought a flat there and stayed locked inside for 2 weeks, rifling through her parents' most private lives. Then she had begun coming out at night under the moon and gazing longingly for something more. But what does she find out? What made her need the moon so badly? And where will she finds the answers she seeks?
