IEVAN, promethea katrina

[PROMETHEA IEVAN]

prometheakatrinaievan.
what's up, winterthorne? i'm DAMANI,
and i'm applying to your FANTASTIC
little site. i'm JAILBAIT years young.
i've only been roleplaying for TWO years
long, but you can still count on me to be
the INSANE one.



thissong'sfortheemokids.
( withthepunkrock,rockabillyscreamolids )

name , Promethea Katrina Ievan
nicknames , Thea
age and year , Fifteen, Sophomore
sexual preference , Straight
birthday , October Thirtieth, 1993.
species , Human
occupation , Student
powers , Promethea posses the curse of Empathy(Which is a more emotionally advanced form of Telepathy), other people's emotions transferring and becoming her own with almost no forewarning. This usually only happens when either Promethea or the person giving off emotions in question are having some incredibly terrible (or powerful, either way) feelings cross them. She would never want to, but she can also channel emotions on demand.

butdamnyoulookgood.
( andi'mdrunk )

height , 5', 6"
weight , 120
tattoos and piercings , Gages and a Bullring.
best feature , Her eyes are a shade of gray-blue-green, and change against the pallor of what she wears and the lighting.
general ,
The most distinct feature Promethea has is her hair. She feels it is nothing less than a work of art, and took hours to design, not to mention create.
Growing a few inches from the top of her head are ashy blond layers, falling over ebony locks coming down a little longer. Her layers are very choppy and always teased up: volume is Promethea's friend. Her front bangs are dyed in stripes, ash blond to ebony and back to blond.
Her bottom layers are considerably longer and not as voluminous, and her ends go down about to her waist in some places. Each small section of hair on her bottom layers is dyed black or blond, but mostly ebony.
She has five thin sections of her hair dyed in coontail format, ivory to bright blue. These streaks stick out against the rest of her hair, creating something both eye-catching and extremely high maintenance.

She has a kind face, with baby doll lips that never smile and a somewhat childish demeanor. Her eyebrows arch over her pale eyes, which are usually nearly drowning in black liquid eyeliner. Her skin is soft and pale, and almost impossibly clear.
Promethea is a skinny girl, with lithe limbs and a elegantly agile form. She has small ballet feet and strong, long-fingered hands. She looks a bit like an adorable cynical puppy dog, if there is such a thing.
Promethea wears dark colored babydoll dresses and brightly colored, little girl tights. On most school days, she wears overly large, black band tees, and baggy blue jeans with beat-up converse. She wears a lot of rings and necklaces, things found at dollar stores and Wallmart. On a chain hanging from her neck she always carries her Silver Key.

playby , Kiki Kannibal

littledeathsinmusicalbeds.
( soitseemsi'msomeonei'venevermet! )

likes ,
♦ Riding on the bus alone on a rainy day, her headphones on, just watching everything.
♦ Blasting out her eardrums with music, listening full blast, pretending she's somewhere else.
♦ Art Museums, but any place where art is. Which is to say, everywhere.
♦ Reading; its a coping mechanism for the world.
♦ Being alone, hopefully with a sketchpad.
♦ Watching people and laughing inwardly at just how fucked the world is.
♦ Making people laugh, seeing things which make her laugh. Humor is important.
♦ Drawing; whatever she feels, she can get it out on paper.

dislikes ,
♦ Emotional Confusion, or when suddenly Promethea is feeling something (or nothing at all) and on the edge of a dime she does a U-Turn into an emotion quite different from what was before.
♦ Being in large, overcrowded areas.
♦ Needless to say, she despises school.
♦ Bad music. It's just annoying.
♦ Her family; you can't take one step in her house without something screwing up.
♦ Judgments. Especially when made in Ignorance.
♦ People walking around, acting like they don't have a brain int heir heads.
♦ Dreams.
strengths ,
♦ Her sense of humor can get her through a lot.
♦ She is clever, and seldom finds herself in something she can't get out of.
♦ Promethea can usually tell what someone is feeling, not because she's an Empath, but because she pays attention and actually listens to people, rather then waiting for her turn to speak.
♦ Promethea is reasonably talented at The Arts.

weaknesses ,
♦ She appears to be emotionally distant to most people, pushing them away.
♦ Promethea doesn't get too close to people, which is unfortunate because she has a lot of good to share.
♦ She's always suffering from the worst kind of Emotional Confusion; she doesn't even know if the emotions she's struggling with are her own.
♦ Her family drives her over the edge almost all the time, and home is almost a feared place to go to.

fears ,
♦ Being completely unable to control her Empath abilities.
♦ Large crowds.
♦ Her own house.

quirks ,
♦ She constantly messes with her necklaces, unknowing she's pulling on them, running them through her fingers.
♦ When she sits, she always crosses her legs, no matter what.
♦ While listening to music, she unconsciously nods her head to the beat.

secrets ,
♦ She just doesn't see any point in life.
♦ She hopes that someday soon she can go somewhere where she can be someone other than herself.

general ,
Promethea is quiet, her lips stitched shut but her eyes like a hawk's. She was always clever and funny, but she pushes others away.
She is very subdued, her thoughts sarcastic but intuitive. Being a loner, a shadow in the halls, her mind is free most of the day to focus on other things besides drama and sex and who did what with whom.
She instead focuses on people in general. She knows a lot about most everyone, just by watching them. She sees things others miss. She feels something of a look, but don't touch affinity toward others. At lunch she sits alone, a movie playing in front of her.

Promethea is quite a talented artist, one for Realism infused with her own dark Impression of the world. Though she has never pursued it much, she has a fair voice which could be great with the proper training.
Her sense of humor is dark and jaded, formed naturally but also taken from authors and musicians. It's gotten her though a lot before she's lost her mind.

As if being a human in Winterthorne was not already alienating enough, Promethea was already pushing people away even before she came here. She is an Empath, but if she could choose, she could rid the curse from his without a second thought. She never knows really what she is feeling, if it's her own emotions or if she's channeling someone else in the room. Having random outbursts of rage, sorrow, or joy in the middle of class isn't exactly the best way to find friends.
She hasn't felt acceptance in a long time, and through jaded jett eyes, she doesn't want to.
But through this she finds strength as a clever, sarcastic girl, messed up but functioning.

idon'tcarewhatyouthink.
( aslongasit'saboutme! )

favorite cereal , Lucky Charms. You really can't get any better than that.
deal or no deal , No deal, how the hell did I get here?
if confronted by the living dead , Ask to join.

wordsofwisdomfortheweary.
( seewhogetsitintheend )

hometown , Denver, CO since she was 12, then Phoenix, Arizona.
family ,
Mom and Dad are divorced, Daddy went bye-bye about three years ago. Promethea has a little brother, Levi, Satan incarnate. She lives with her mom, Levi, and her Grandpa, Charilie, in a run down apartment.
pets , Not since Levi came into the picture
best memory , Spending an entire day just riding on the bus around town, watching people with her earphones in, just able to be alone and yet be in a place where social acceptance didn't really matter.
worst memory , Walking on her parents during a fight, and having what her dad was feeling wash over her. She then knew the meaning of true resentment and bitterness, hate and hollowness. And knowing he felt that toward the only ones he called family.
history , Before Promethea was born, her parents were just another happy newly-wed couple, ready to get in bed and screw. They assumed they were happy before Promethea came along, but they both really can't seem to remember that long ago. Thea was a difficult child, crying all the time for no apparent reason. It wasn't until she was at least four and she had the large enough vocabulary could she describe that she was feeling what other people were, and sometimes when she touched someone she saw what was going to happen to them.
Her parents denied she was being anything other than silly. Our kid sure does have quite the imagination, doesn't she? It wasn't until Promethea was nine were the two ready to believe her, but that's getting ahead of the story.
Their happiness slowly decreasing as they realized having a kid was actual work, Promethea's parents actually hit the sack again and had another kid, Promethea's brother, Levi.

They were convinced Promethea was a problem child. This changed abruptly as Levi came into the family.
Levi was Seth, Cain, and Charles Manson rolled into one. Promethea was swept into the shadows as her parents were left to deal with Levi.
He drove every baby-sitter out of the house, and broke everything he was ever presented with. Nothing mattered to him except when he didn't have. He stole from other kids, bullied them, and no one could seem to really like him.
When he was six, on his first day of kindergarten, he walked back home from school (two miles) to jump the fence and go to his room. He then proceeded to cut his goldfish up into ribbons, something Promethea herself came home to discover.

Levi grew worse as he grew older. A psychopath at heart, he had very few friends and those he did were friends under a contract of fear. Promethea hated being with her brother because she couldn't handle the waves of insanity running off of him to her.
Her mom and dad divorced about three years ago, when Promethea was 12, Levi 9. They were fighting non-stop and her dad said he just couldn't deal with the kids anymore, and packed up his bags and left. He filed for divorce and Thea's mom, reluctantly, agreed.
Around this time Promethea was spending as much time as she could alone. She wasn't a bad kid in school, and her mom couldn't spare a thought for why Promethea was never hanging out with anyone.
Promethea was always sort of a loner, someone in the shadows except for the rare moments in which someone noticed that, hey, this girl can do this well or she's funny or something else.

Thea's mom got custody of Levi and Promethea. She moved in with her nearly senile father, Grandpa Charlie, who sat in his wheelchair on the porch all day, drinking deer and offering one to anyone who passed by.
Promethea felt almost blessed at the Acceptance into Winterthorne Academy. And now here we are.

we'rethepartyyou'rethepeople.
( let'smakethisnightaclassic! )

password , no password here!
sample post , From another site, of course. go boy love : D!

Caliban strolled through the halls, a charmingly dangerous look upon his features. His ebony hair swayed softly in the breeze as he strolled along the hall, no one but the baddest of the bad even looking toward him.
He was in abnormally revealing clothes, a black wifebeater snaking around him, hugging his toned chest, and a pair of dark shorts coming right above his knee. Cal only dressed this way when he went to the gym; usually, he was clad in black skinny jeans, loose teeshirts and a dark jean jacket ripped all over, with patches of bands almost no one had even heard of sewed on the sleeves and back.

Cal shook his bangs from his hazel eyes, wearing a naturally uncaring, defensive look upon his face as he pushed the door open to the weight room. He half-expected it to be empty, since most people would be lazing off outside in the afternoon, and he didn't usually find many people in the weight room. Yet here one was. Cal's brows almost furrowed in frustration.

Seeing the boy's shirt was off, every bit of Cal's annoyance left him. A smirk appeared on his face; people were useless unless he could either get something from them or fuck them over good. And he'd just found his new best friend.

Nonchalant, cool as a cucumber, he went to the pull up bar, nearly right next to where the boy was. Only sparing a quick glance at him, showing he was a little interested, Cal sat down on the floor. He made a show of showing as much skin as possible as he stretched his muscles, his movements very seductive. After about thirty seconds, Cal looked over to the boy, his face nonchalant as he tossed a smirk to him.
"Hey," He said, nodding to the blond.

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okay, so this application
is a fusion of our old one and an
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