Post by Nefertari Adel on Jul 22, 2010 12:11:31 GMT -8
Nefertari Isis Adel
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name)[/color] Nefertari Isis Adel
( Nickname )[/color] Nena, Tari, Neffy(call her that to piss her off), Tarikins, and rarely Isis
( Age )[/color] age 16
( Birthdate )[/color] August 21
( Sex )[/color] Female.
( Hometown )[/color] Cairo
( Class )[/color] Junior
( Sexuality )[/color] Straight
( Played By )[/color] Played by Alexis Bledel
( Their Power)
( Ability )[/color] Time, Air/Wind and Water/Rain manipulation.
( Type of Power )[/color] Manipulation
( Weakness )[/color] Electricity while she is using her water manipulation, which would be very harmful/deadly. And another air user may be able to overtake her manipulation. For water, if she's weak fire can dry up her water jets/balls/whatever she creates with water.
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] Good, but if it doesn't really affect her she doesn't care.
( Personality )
She loves crowds and big groups, when she is alone she has some self destructive tendencies. Nefertari is usually very lively and appears confident, but she can be awkward and shy at times. She's very good at hiding her true thoughts and if something is bothering her. She doesn't want them finding out about her eating disorder, so keeps most at a distance. Tari loves to have fun and party, but usually knows when to stop. She has always been rather rebellious which has caused her to get into trouble but throughout her years at Oceanside she has learned how to be sneakier. Nefertari thrives in the limelight and loves competition; she will use anything at her disposal to win. She is usually very nice but vindictive when she is wronged. The parties she throws can be very loud and have a reputation at the school, she uses her time manipulation to avoid getting caught. Her personality is changing a lot this year, so she is a bit weirded out by that.
( Little Details )
( Strengths)[/color] She's rather good at hiding secrets and sneaking out.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] She has horrible self image and comments about her body or food intake can trigger her. She's gotten a bit better with dealing with comments like that, due to her therapy sessions this summer.
( Dark Secrets)[/color] She suffers with bulimia and used her powers to hide that fact for 3 years. Her mother discovered it, thus creating a rift in their relationship and Nefertari to resent her.
( Reputation )[/color] Rivals with Penelope Green since childhood. People kow she's pretty lively and loves parties.
( How they found out about their powers )[/color]
Air and Wind Manipulation: When was eight, she snuck out of her house in a burst of anger. It was stormy and she hadn't taken an umbrella or a jacket, suddenly rain stopped hitting her and the wind wasn't blowing against her. Time Manipulation: In her freshman year, she had been exploring and walked to the tower. A senior girl was about to jump, Nefertari slowed down time and was able to grab her before she fell down.
( Family)
( Mother )[/color] Mother. Hasina Adel. 37. Interior decorator. Relationship: Not that great.
( Father )[/b][/color] father. Abraham Adel. 40. CEO of an energy company. Relationship: Okay, not much contact.
( Siblings )[/b][/color] Isa Adel. 16. Student at a prep school on the East Coast. Relationship: Lots of teasing but they look out for each other. He sometimes resents the fact she has superpowers(but later he will find out he has one).
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color] Cadillac Eldorado Feetwood. www.med-user.net/~eldoradoseville/67eldo/67eldoradocolors/files/block_5/Cadillac_Eldorado_Fleetwood_Black_1967.jpg.jpg
( Phone )[/b][/color] HTC Inspire
( Music )[/b][/color] Black iPod
( Piercings)[/b][/color] She has a couple of piercings: three on her ear and one cartilage, and a belly button piercing.
(Sample)
The repetitive shrill scream of the alarm clock threw Sarabella back into consciousness; she groaned and fumbled for the snooze button. She opened her eyes after pressing it and looked at the time, she still had a good half an hour before the bus would come. Sarabella dragged herself out of bed and shuffled into her shower, the blast of cold water making her eyes shoot open. After showering, she dried herself off and used a curling iron to flip out the ends of her pin-straight, black hair. Leaning near the mirror, she carefully applied eyeliner to make the blue in her eyes pop out more. She smiled, happy with her reflection, Sarabella changed into the outfit she had picked out the night before, high-waisted sailor shorts with a plain white t-shirt tucked in. She checked the time on her cell phone and grabbed her jacket, heading outside of her room and down the stairs.
Her house was empty, of course, her siblings off to college already and her parents at work. She quickly ate some cereal and walked outside her door, locking it. She waited on her doorstep, looking around, the bus pulled up to with a screeching halt. She stepped on and looked at the kids who were already on, none of them were familiar to her, she sat down in an empty seat, and looked down at all the tears and signs of wear. The doors closed with a wheezy sort of sound and the bus lurched forward. After a few more stops they arrived at the high school.
She took a deep breath and stood up, making her way down the aisle and off to the bus, her bag bumping into some people on the way. She walked toward the school, through the swirling mass of students, Sara pushed the door open and stepped into the main building of the school. She quickly headed to her locker; she had explored the school during orientation so she wouldn’t be a typical freshman, getting lost and all. She rummaged through her bag, searching for the paper with her locker number and combination on it, she found it and grinned to herself. Spotting it, she walked over and swiveled the lock to the right numbers and pulled it down. While putting away a couple notebooks, she spotted a familiar face from the corner of her eye. She sighed and waited for the inevitable, counting down from ten.
Her house was empty, of course, her siblings off to college already and her parents at work. She quickly ate some cereal and walked outside her door, locking it. She waited on her doorstep, looking around, the bus pulled up to with a screeching halt. She stepped on and looked at the kids who were already on, none of them were familiar to her, she sat down in an empty seat, and looked down at all the tears and signs of wear. The doors closed with a wheezy sort of sound and the bus lurched forward. After a few more stops they arrived at the high school.
She took a deep breath and stood up, making her way down the aisle and off to the bus, her bag bumping into some people on the way. She walked toward the school, through the swirling mass of students, Sara pushed the door open and stepped into the main building of the school. She quickly headed to her locker; she had explored the school during orientation so she wouldn’t be a typical freshman, getting lost and all. She rummaged through her bag, searching for the paper with her locker number and combination on it, she found it and grinned to herself. Spotting it, she walked over and swiveled the lock to the right numbers and pulled it down. While putting away a couple notebooks, she spotted a familiar face from the corner of her eye. She sighed and waited for the inevitable, counting down from ten.
