Post by darkness on Jun 20, 2007 5:57:13 GMT
(okay, so that's him younger in the picture, but still!)
Name: Nove (As he was born in November and the parents of the coven were supposed to make up the names for their children. Nove’s mother was suffering post delivery depression, so she neglected to think up anything. She named him November, but her husband shortened it to Nove, like Nova, for he believed Nove could be a star someday. )
Age: 22-years-old, physically.
Species: Witch, but only from his father’s side.
Description: He is one of those people who seem to have been carved from the imaginations of billions of fan-girls. He has platinum blond hair as silky and smooth as his dulcet voice; large, though romantic, lambent deep blue eyes that are full of compassion and as charismatic as his movie star smile; his words are nepenthe, his tongue is silver, and he owns every room he enters.
Clothing: Nove dresses like the prince of the city. When girls dream about coming to their dream city, he is who they see as tour guide. A gorgeous face with sympathetic eyes, dressed with style. He wears a lot of white, making him appear angelic, innocent, and safe. His favorite outfit is a silky white half-sleeve shirt with black tribal angel wings on the back over a black, long-sleeved undershirt with white wings on the forearms, black, usually tighter fitting pants and trainers that are white with black laces.
He has a silver chocker/necklace that is made of chain and an assortment of charms- a heart, a crescent moon, a shield, an N- in the center- a rose, a compass, a cross, and wings. He has his own meaning for each object, but overall the accessory is just a trademark.
Weapons: None. Nove has had no combat training.
Personality: He is meritorious as far as personality goes. From a psychological point he has a need for human contact, strong abandonment issues that lead him to strike first, and he is a compulsive liar. Though taking away the psycho babble he’s an asshole con artist. He actually feels good when he is lying to someone. It amuses him to be the puppet master. No pity, no remorse, he is a Liar and he’d claim that group before Witches or Humans. An actor on the stage of life.
Best way to sum him up is by the song Liar, by Henry Rollins
You think you're gonna to live your life alone
in darkness…
and seclusion…
yeah I know…
you've been out there
tried to mix with those animals
and it just left you full of humiliated confusion
so you stagger back home
and wait for nothing…
but the solitary refinement of your room spits you back out onto the street
and now you're desperate
and in need of human contact
and then
you meet me
and your whole world changes
because everything I say is everything you've ever wanted to hear
so you drop all your defenses and you drop all your fears
and you trust me completely
I'm perfect
in every way
cause I make you feel so strong and so powerful inside
you feel so lucky
but your ego obscures reality
and you never bother to wonder why
things are going so well
you wanna know why?
CAUSE I’M A LIAR!
Yeah! I'm a LIAR!
I'll TEAR your mind out!
I'll BURN your soul!
I'll turn you into ME!
I'll turn you into me!
Cause I'm a liar, a liar
a liar, a LIAR!
I'll hide behind a smile
and understanding eyes…
and I'll tell you things that you already know
so you can say
I really identify with you, so much
and all the time that you're needing me
is just the time that I'm bleeding you!
Don't you get it yet?!
I'll come to you like an affliction
But I'll leave you like an addiction
you'll never forget me
you wanna know why?!
CAUSE I’M A LIAR!
Yeah, I'm a LIAR!
I'll RIP your mind out!
I'll BURN your soul!
I'll turn you into ME!
I'll TURN you into ME!
Cause I'm a liar, a liar
liar, liar, liar, liar!
I don't know why I feel the need to lie
and cause you so much pain
maybe it's something inside
maybe it's something I can't explain
cause all I do
is mess you UP and LIE to you
I'm a Liar
oh, I am a Liar
if you'll give me one more chance
I swear that I will never lie to you again
because now I see the destructive power of a lie
they're stronger than truth
I can't believe I ever hurt you
I swear
I will never lie to you again, please
just give me one more chance
I will never lie to you again
No
I swear…
I will never tell a lie
I will never tell a lie!
No, no!
HA ha ha ha ha hah haa ho-o-o ho-o ho-o-o!
SUCKER!
SUCKER!!
Oooooh, sucker!
I am a liar!
yeah, I am a LIAR!
yeah, I like it
I feel good!
Ooohh I am a liar
Yeah!
I LIE!
I lie!
I lie!
Oh, I lie
Oh I lie
I lie!
yeah!
oohhh I'm a liar
I lie
yeah
I like it!
I feel good!
I'll lie again
and again
I'll lie again and again
and I'll keep lying
I promise
History:
Nove’s father was not abusive, or a con artist, just an asshole; a perfect compliment to his mother, who was barely a person at all. She was a breathtaking model, but the world in front of the camera was all she could handle. School events, sports, illness… such demands from her child were too much to take. If any amount of chaos entered the house she would retreat to her fainting couch- which was really various rooms throughout the house where she could lock the door and escape, but Nove came to call it the fainting couch.
It pissed of Nove’s father so he was always angry, nothing was good enough. He came home and the yelling began. Why was there no dinner? Where was his child? What had his wife done that day? Anything productive? He did care for Nove. In fact, he was a shield to his son, a thin veil of protection from the horrible parenting skills of his wife, who believed that locking her son in the closet of his room was decent parenting. But eventually he just grew to hate his wife, so much in fact, that he abandoned his five-year-old son. He’d never been home much, and when he was home he was a jerk who complained about everything, fought viciously with his wife and any interaction with his son was mostly insults used to encourage his son not to be so ‘needy.’
But the day he left was a crushing blow. He was fighting with Nove’s mother, then stood up and stormed out and Nove did not see him ever again. When he was eight, his mother locked him in the basement for staying out past curfew- forcing her to worry. She left him down there so long he woke up in the hospital, so sick from insect bites, starvation, and blood poisoning that he had lapsed into a coma. He awoke to find he was thirteen. His mother got out of any charges using her celebrity get out of jail free card. She ignored Nove from then on out.
Though even through his sordid childhood, there is no true excuse for who he grew up to be. He is legally seventeen, as he lost four years to the coma, but he left home anyway as he doubted his mother would notice, and had made enough money through modeling and stealing to get his own place and live comfortably; though his immaturity shows easily as he acts like a spoiled child. He could have taken the move as an opportunity to change his life, but he doesn’t.
Powers: He does not use magic much. After all, he gets whatever he wants without it. He can seduce people and con them into believing whatever he says, he has them all believing he is God of the modeling world, so why use magick? He can control objects if he tries, making them levitate and move- always the puppet master; though he cannot use magick to control people, or even fabric as it material that is or once was alive- leather, cotton, wool.
If he is falling he cannot stop himself, just make something catch him, and he cannot control earth, water, fire, or wind; Just glass, metal, rubber, and plastic.
Abilities: Well seduction, of course. He’s a practiced con artist and can make people believe whatever he tells them, though only for so long as once he gets what he needs he just drops the act. Though if someone sees through him earlier than he wants he will spring back into his sweet persona until they are under control again, and then drop them when the thrill wears off.
Weakness: He can be injured like a human, but his body shuts down and uses its magick reserve to correct damage; such as it did when he was in the coma. What should kill him or at least give him brain damage- though some will argue that there IS something wrong with his brain- is more like a long nap. However, mortal wounds take a long time to heal and of course any injury that normally cant heal- a chopped off limb, decapitation, whatever- can’t heal. And if he breaks a bone he cannot just walk it off, it has to be set.
(Him older and in his favorite outfit.)
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