Post by tarot on Jul 5, 2006 0:33:39 GMT
[Name: Marie-Ange Colbert (most people call her Ange)
Codename: Tarot
Age: 17
Power:
Tarot's power allows her to take one of the tarot cards that were her namesake and give the picture on its face a physical form, which she can then control. She is also a fairly accurate precog.. Tarot has gained the ability to manifest the attributes of her tarot card characters on herself, making her personally much deadlier. She has a good level of control on her powers, generally needing to concentrate hard to be able to use them. However, in times of high stress and conflict, her powers can take control of her. She has come to the Xavier Institute to learn how to manage these abilities.
Physical Description:
Marie has all the characteristics of a Renaissance model, a modern day Ophelia making her seem almost like a work of art. Her most striking feature is her flame red hair which curls and winds its way down to her waist. She very rarely ties it up, preferring to hide comfortably behind its familiar embrace. The twists of hair remind her of her mother and she finds their touch soothing when she feels alone. When away in a daydream, her hair finds itself twisting around her fingers like vines around willow trees. Her bright green eyes which tend to gaze absent mindedly, emit a fearsome intensity, enhanced by black eyeliner which she is never seen without. Her height can be intimidating as she stands at about 6ft tall so towers over most of her classmates. Many would call her legs her best asset as they are very long and very thin, much like the rest of her but she tends to shroud rather than flaunt. She feels truly embarrassed of her height as it stops her from blending in and being ‘normal’.
Personality:
Like her hair would suggest, Marie can be quick to loose her temper when provoked or upset. Most of the time she prefers to be alone as she finds it hard to trust people and therefore cannot commit to relationships for fear of abandonment. She sits alone either leafing through a book or drawing, loosing herself in the emotions of others to avoid her own. Despite her introverted and quiet nature, she is well respected if misunderstood among her fellow students. She feels lonely but lacks the confidence to integrate fully into the social side of student life. She has very few friends, preferring to find solace in fictional heroes and heroines who will never let her down. She is a diligent student who works hard to achieve her goals.
Background:
Marie was born in Montmartre in Paris. Her mother was an artisan who knew little of the man who would become her lover. She had met him on the streets of the city where he had set up a stall, painting portraits for foreign tourists. His paintings gazed at her with the same intensity and passion as his bright green eyes. These qualities made them seem alive, so alive that you could say that she fell in love with his art rather than with him,. He often painted his emotions, preferring to open his heart to the canvas instead of to her. Their relationship was short lived, when the tourists moved on so did he. He wasn’t a bad man and Marie’s mother did not hate him nor resent him for leaving her. She simply pushed him to the back of her thoughts and forgot about him.
6 months later, she gave birth to her daughter. She reminded her of nights spent in Paris where she forgot her inhibitions and opened her heart to someone for the first time. Her daughter’s eyes burnt into her sole with the same passion and intensity as her father’s, and from the moment she was born she knew that she loved her more than life itself and vowed to protect her from the harshness of society that she had experienced as a child. She was only 17.
The family was poor but managed to survive happily. The bond between mother and daughter grew stronger as the years past, they were so close that they knew each other’s thoughts and emotions like their own. The mother knew her daughter had a special power and encouraged her to use it as much as possible. This knowledge and encouragement lead to tragedy.
Marie does not remember much, she was only 6 at the time. All she knows is that when she went to bed that night her mother was lying by her side and that when she woke up in the morning, she was alone.
11 years later, after filtering in and out of various foster families, Marie arrived in the Deep South of America. Hearing tales of voodoo magik like her own, she scrimped and saved in order to join people who she believed were like her. She longed for family and a sense of belonging, neither of which her foster families had provided her.
Here, she got into trouble. She knew no one and did not know how to survive on her own. She turned to crime in order to survive, petty, amateur things like pick pocketing. One day, a day that turned out to be a miracle, she tried and failed to steal from a man who would become her saviour.
He was wearing a long, brown trench coat with deep pockets. She thought it would be a simple, quick job- hand in hand out, no harm done and a meal in her stomach. She was wrong. No sooner had she moved her hand towards him, he had grabbed her arm and pulled her into an alley. She did not scream like the situation would have seemed to call her to. She was relaxed, she felt strangely connected to this stranger. Gazing into his crimson eyes, she knew that he was like her. She opened up to him, and cried into his warm chest. He talked to her quietly and calmly in a broad Cajun patois which soothed her. Then, turning to him, she showed him her powers. A broad grin spread across his face.
This man was her first love, her sole mate and the artist behind her broken heart.
He, being already betrothed to another woman as means of a diplomatic union, could not commit to their relationship. They loved each other implicitly but knew that they could not make it last. Wanting a better life for her, he recommended that she travelled to the Xavier institute. Trusting him, with a heavy heart she went and she has remained there ever since.
Current affiliation: X men
*accepted* Welcome to the site, baby sis.
Codename: Tarot
Age: 17
Power:
Tarot's power allows her to take one of the tarot cards that were her namesake and give the picture on its face a physical form, which she can then control. She is also a fairly accurate precog.. Tarot has gained the ability to manifest the attributes of her tarot card characters on herself, making her personally much deadlier. She has a good level of control on her powers, generally needing to concentrate hard to be able to use them. However, in times of high stress and conflict, her powers can take control of her. She has come to the Xavier Institute to learn how to manage these abilities.
Physical Description:
Marie has all the characteristics of a Renaissance model, a modern day Ophelia making her seem almost like a work of art. Her most striking feature is her flame red hair which curls and winds its way down to her waist. She very rarely ties it up, preferring to hide comfortably behind its familiar embrace. The twists of hair remind her of her mother and she finds their touch soothing when she feels alone. When away in a daydream, her hair finds itself twisting around her fingers like vines around willow trees. Her bright green eyes which tend to gaze absent mindedly, emit a fearsome intensity, enhanced by black eyeliner which she is never seen without. Her height can be intimidating as she stands at about 6ft tall so towers over most of her classmates. Many would call her legs her best asset as they are very long and very thin, much like the rest of her but she tends to shroud rather than flaunt. She feels truly embarrassed of her height as it stops her from blending in and being ‘normal’.
Personality:
Like her hair would suggest, Marie can be quick to loose her temper when provoked or upset. Most of the time she prefers to be alone as she finds it hard to trust people and therefore cannot commit to relationships for fear of abandonment. She sits alone either leafing through a book or drawing, loosing herself in the emotions of others to avoid her own. Despite her introverted and quiet nature, she is well respected if misunderstood among her fellow students. She feels lonely but lacks the confidence to integrate fully into the social side of student life. She has very few friends, preferring to find solace in fictional heroes and heroines who will never let her down. She is a diligent student who works hard to achieve her goals.
Background:
Marie was born in Montmartre in Paris. Her mother was an artisan who knew little of the man who would become her lover. She had met him on the streets of the city where he had set up a stall, painting portraits for foreign tourists. His paintings gazed at her with the same intensity and passion as his bright green eyes. These qualities made them seem alive, so alive that you could say that she fell in love with his art rather than with him,. He often painted his emotions, preferring to open his heart to the canvas instead of to her. Their relationship was short lived, when the tourists moved on so did he. He wasn’t a bad man and Marie’s mother did not hate him nor resent him for leaving her. She simply pushed him to the back of her thoughts and forgot about him.
6 months later, she gave birth to her daughter. She reminded her of nights spent in Paris where she forgot her inhibitions and opened her heart to someone for the first time. Her daughter’s eyes burnt into her sole with the same passion and intensity as her father’s, and from the moment she was born she knew that she loved her more than life itself and vowed to protect her from the harshness of society that she had experienced as a child. She was only 17.
The family was poor but managed to survive happily. The bond between mother and daughter grew stronger as the years past, they were so close that they knew each other’s thoughts and emotions like their own. The mother knew her daughter had a special power and encouraged her to use it as much as possible. This knowledge and encouragement lead to tragedy.
Marie does not remember much, she was only 6 at the time. All she knows is that when she went to bed that night her mother was lying by her side and that when she woke up in the morning, she was alone.
11 years later, after filtering in and out of various foster families, Marie arrived in the Deep South of America. Hearing tales of voodoo magik like her own, she scrimped and saved in order to join people who she believed were like her. She longed for family and a sense of belonging, neither of which her foster families had provided her.
Here, she got into trouble. She knew no one and did not know how to survive on her own. She turned to crime in order to survive, petty, amateur things like pick pocketing. One day, a day that turned out to be a miracle, she tried and failed to steal from a man who would become her saviour.
He was wearing a long, brown trench coat with deep pockets. She thought it would be a simple, quick job- hand in hand out, no harm done and a meal in her stomach. She was wrong. No sooner had she moved her hand towards him, he had grabbed her arm and pulled her into an alley. She did not scream like the situation would have seemed to call her to. She was relaxed, she felt strangely connected to this stranger. Gazing into his crimson eyes, she knew that he was like her. She opened up to him, and cried into his warm chest. He talked to her quietly and calmly in a broad Cajun patois which soothed her. Then, turning to him, she showed him her powers. A broad grin spread across his face.
This man was her first love, her sole mate and the artist behind her broken heart.
He, being already betrothed to another woman as means of a diplomatic union, could not commit to their relationship. They loved each other implicitly but knew that they could not make it last. Wanting a better life for her, he recommended that she travelled to the Xavier institute. Trusting him, with a heavy heart she went and she has remained there ever since.
Current affiliation: X men
*accepted* Welcome to the site, baby sis.