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erissa rose wickes

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•• USERNAME ;; Erissa
•• GENDER ;; female
•• AGE ;; 18
•• CONTACT ;; PM me, or contact me through skype: oboeisme
•• EXPERIENCE ;; I've been roleplaying for 6 years.
•• PASSWORD ;; hyper bunnies
•• OTHER CHARACTERS ;; none yet

•• FULL NAME ;; erissa rose wickes
•• NICKNAME ;; Eri
•• AGE ;; twenty-one
•• BIRTHDAY ;; may 7th
•• GENDER ;; female
•• SEXUALITY ;; bisexual
•• PROFESSION ;; bookstore owner
•• SPECIES ;; demon
•• ABILITY ;; compulsion

•• PLAYBY ;; Deborah Ann Woll
•• ETHNICITY ;; Caucasian
•• COMPLEXION ;; Pale
•• HEIGHT ;; 5"10'
•• WEIGHT ;; 137 lbs
•• BODY TYPE ;; slender
•• HAIR COLOR ;; ginger
•• EYE COLOR ;; blue
•• SCARS ;; none
•• BODY ART ;; none

•• OVERALL PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ;;

Erissa has lengthy red hair tumbling over her shoulders in loose curls, framing her long face. Although she has the face of a very pretty woman, her features soft and luscious, she has eyes that seem to bore into your very soul. Her mannerisms can appear a bit off, a bit stiff, formal. The way she speaks is with a diction unlike any other - as if she were channeling the very books she watches over in her profession. She tends to wear dresses, having a weakness for fashion regardless of her humble job. The makeup she wears is sparse, but she doesn't need thick eyeliner for her gaze to bore into whoever her current victim may be.

•• STRENGTHS ;;

-her appearance
-her intelligence and booksmarts
-her stubbornness; she does not give up easily
-her ability to put on a charming front
-her powers, which allow her to control thoughts

•• WEAKNESSES ;;

-her increasing detachment from the world around her
-her lack of control over her powers
-the lack of a support system, friends, or family
-her increasing inability to communicate easily with those around her
-the internal conflict between what she does, and what she feels is morally correct
-her lack of understanding about her powers and what has happened to her

•• LIKES ;;

-she loves the smell of her bookstore; she finds it comforting
-her favorite season is autumn, because she likes the colors of the leaves
-she enjoys fashion and design; unfortunately she never went into the profession, inheriting the family store instead.
-she likes nighttime, and being awake during that time
-she has always been fascinated with the occult, and all things that go along with it: divination, paganism, etc.
-she enjoys cooking for herself, and would prefer her own leftovers than eating out any day
-she enjoys solitude and quiet, and tends to not play music in her home

•• DISLIKES ;;

-she has a bitter hatred for the taste and smell of coffee, and strongly prefers tea
-a primal reader's instinct, she hates it when others dog-ear books
-she dislikes having a crammed schedule; she'd much rather be relaxed and go about her routine at her own pace and personal preference
-she tends to avoid relationships, finding them petty and hurtful; she would rather settle for a friends with benefits relationship
-although she loves fashion and design, she hates to sew, finding the work tedious and altogether unsatisfying
-she dislikes animals and pets, finding them unnecessary and messy

•• AMBITIONS ;;

-it has always been an ambition of hers to be a fashion designer, something she never got a chance to do
-she strives to live her life cautiously; she does not like to be hurt, and she finds putting herself out there physically or emotionally would be a generally unwise thing to do
-she has a darker ambition growing inside her since the meteor crashes, something that has not quite bloomed or manifested yet; she does not understand if it's simply a primal bloodlust, or something more powerful and serious

•• FEARS ;;

-one of her biggest causes for fear is her inability to control her powers, and, it seems, her increasing inability to control herself
-she is scared of being discovered that she was affected by the meteor crashes: for right now, she does not show as many symptoms as others she has seen, and she is scared sick that she will be discovered and killed by a hunter
-although it seems silly in the face of the world around her, Erissa is very afraid that, if she finally completely loses control of herself, that the bookstore she owns will become abandoned, and that people will go into it and vandalize the books

•• SECRETS ;;

One of her biggest secrets is that she does not miss her family, not even one tiny bit. Her feeling are generally neutral about it. She did not even go through mourning when they died. It's a fact that scares her, and she knows it would scare others if they knew as well.

•• PERSONALITY ;;

Erissa was never a sweet, innocent girl. She grew up an introvert and bookworm, for sure, but as a teenager she was someone who just didn't talk much at all, and when she did, she would say things that made heads turn. She never went through one of those 'emo' or 'punk' phases when she was in her younger teens, but still there was an air of darkness about her. Even now, she tends to say things only when necessary, and she doesn't keep up with regular, human manners - simple things, like apologizing when you bump into someone. From the outside, it really seems like she spaces out a lot. She'll simply give a blank stare, and it's as if she's not watching or listening to the world around her. Long story short, it's safe to say that Erissa has always been a little bit off.

Although she vivaciously explored her sexuality the two years before she graduated high school, after the caps went flying she seemed to once again close herself off to the world. She seems to avoid relationships, friendships, and anything that would bring any meaning to her life. Her passions and hobbies are internal, and they are things she never really talked to anyone about. The woman is enthusiastic on the inside, sure, but she never really talks to anybody about them. It's almost like she's a book that's been put on a shelf for years and years, and when you go to pick it up and crack it open, it's a little bit more resistant than you would expect.

•• HOMETOWN ;; Washington, DC
•• ACCENT ;; Northeastern American
•• LANGUAGES ;; English
•• WEALTH ;; Low Middle Class
•• RESIDENCE ;; An apartment in Philadelphia
•• MOTHER ;; Lisa Wickes, 42, bookstore owner, deceased
•• FATHER ;; Martin Wickes, 43, bookstore owner, deceased
•• SIBLINGS ;; Martin Wickes Jr., 17, student
•• EXTENDED FAMILY ;; none of importance
•• PETS ;; none

•• HISTORY ;;

Erissa is a name made from a combination: her mother wanted to name her Larissa, and her father wanted to name her Erika. Therefore, she became both - a unique and beautiful combination of bother her mother and father.

It wasn't until she reached middle school that her mother and father decided to start taking her to counseling, although the psychiatrist couldn't find anything wrong with her. She's just shy, he would say, she'll snap out of it. She wasn't one of those children destined to be a serial killer, because she wasn't torturing small animals on the sidewalk. An eerie stare meant nothing to a man with a degree in how the mind works. So her parents decided there was nothing to fear, and they continued to love her.

When she reached high school, she became friends with a small group of girls who helped coax her out of her shell. Her family saw this as a blessing, and urged her to go to the mall with her newfound clique. They didn't realize she was reading the Satanic bible or trying to summon the demons of Hell in her bedroom, or using ouija boards at three in the morning to speak with unknown spirits. Although these things never actually worked, it was something she had desperately wanted to work. These friends stayed consistently with her until halfway through her junior year, when she dated a girl for the first time. All of a sudden, these friends were no longer her friends, and she became an outcast and a lesbian freak in their minds. Throwing herself into a chaotic life of casual sex, for a year she became nothing but a vessel for her own instinctual pleasures. She used her lack of words to her advantage - it didn't really seem to take a lot to get someone in a bedroom. It wasn't until she met someone she truly fell in love with that she calmed down, and thought that for once in her life she could become sane.

Her name was Olivia, and something about her was just perfect. Perhaps it was the way that her pixie cut blonde hair framed her face so elegantly, or perhaps it was her voice that sounded like tinkling bells. Either way, she felt that it was okay to really open up her soul to someone, and Erissa felt safe doing so. The day of her high school graduation, Olivia broke her heart, ending the relationship for no solid reason. Once again, Erissa closed down, and she was too upset to even argue with the girl about her lack of grounds to break up. She vowed to herself that she would never give her heart to someone like that.

After she graduated, her parents gave her the biggest gift. Erissa had not planned on going to college, and unlike most modern parents, they accepted her for it. She had been planning on shopping around for jobs, but they instead gave her the keys to their small bookstore. She was now a co-owner, and an employee as well. It was the perfect plan: the property was paid for, and she would have many years of training before her parents retired. She could continue the family business, and it would be easy. Her more intelligent, driven, and outspoken younger brother planned to go to school for law from early in his teens, so he had no problems with the situation. It seemed like the perfect life, the perfect family. They worked with what they had.

After the meteor crash, it wasn't long before Erissa began to feel off. It started with terrible dreams, dreams of her torturing others, making them feel pain, but only in their heads. Rather than waking up frightened, though, she would wake up exhilarated, and that feeling scared her more than the dreams themselves. The dreams started off showing up every so often, and then they became an every night ordeal. She purposely began to sleep less and less, hoping that she could somehow put off the dreams. Certain that it had something to do with the dabbling in demonic things when she was younger, she began to look around for an exorcist. Before she found one, she discovered her powers.

It was getting late, as the bookstore stayed open till midnight, and she was already exhausted and jumpy from the dreams. A shady looking man came into the store, and she began to feel nervous, being the only one left in the shop. He would look at the books, and occasionally give her a strange, hungry, predatory look. She tapped the desk nervously, wondering if she should perhaps call the police. The man grabbed a few books and slammed them aggressively on the counter, handing her a wad of cash. When she opened the cash register, she came face to face with a gun. He demanded the money in the cash register. Stop, she said, and she realized her words were tinged with a darker tone. It was as if she weren't controlling her own mouth. The man stopped cold, his eyes frozen in one position. Leave, Erissa demanded, and she realized she didn't even know if the words were coming from her mouth or simply emanating from her body. The man turned and left the store, leaving his money, and didn't return.

As if broken from a spell, the woman had slumped against the counter, shaking from fear, and from something else. If she had the ability to control one thug's mind, what else was she capable of?

However, it was then that the aggression began to come into play. Sometimes she would see a person in a grocery store, and she would want simply want them to bleed, to have their bones broken, for them to be lying on the ground as nothing but a sack of blood and bones. Complete strangers, completely innocent looking people. It was as if a monster inside of her was growling, and thirsting for blood to flow. It horrified her, but she could not suppress the feelings. She began to go out less, she would ask her brother to go to the store instead, quietly and from the doorframe of the room.

Of course, her family began to notice these differences. One night, her parents confronted her about her increasingly disturbing behavior. Of course, just like when she was younger, it was small things. She sometimes seemed more like a shell than a person, something that was being puppeteered. It started with simple things, "are you okay?" and "you seem a bit off lately." A fit of aggression came in. Once again, she spoke with a voice that was not her own, and she told her parents things that she never would have said. Well why don't you just kill yourselves! she screamed, before slamming the door to her room. She didn't expect to find them both bled out on the kitchen floor when she awoke the next morning.

The ownership of the bookstore was transferred to her, and she once again receded into herself. She and her brother moved out of the house that they had occupied, and got an apartment she paid the rent on while he finished high school. She has lived in fear of herself ever since.