Post by Penelope Marie Gatina on Sept 10, 2009 22:42:11 GMT -5
penelope marie gatina.
21. female. power-hungry. witch.
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WHAT CAN YOU DO?Penelope is the kind of witch that’ll do whatever she has to do to get what she wants, so even though she knows that if she studied she could get more and more powerful, she normally sticks to learning only what is good for her at that specific moment. But despite her unfortunate lack of interest, she has very good memory and tends to remember everything she has ever learned, so if she was thought how to cast a certain spell five years ago, she would most likely still remember it. She tends to play around with black magic, despite her mother always having told her not to, and with that she has learned some heavy voodoo, including crafting and working voodoo dolls.
Penelope, having been raised amongst witches, has learned how to brew potions successfully, but she will refrain from doing so unless it’s extremely necessary. Her favorite kinds of spells, and also the kind she seems to be best at, are the ones that favor her. Prosperity spells defensive spells and things of the sort. She has been trying to get control over the elements, but it’s been taking up more studying than she would have hoped for, so, consequently, it’s taking longer than she would have expected.
She has the unbelievably kick ass power of Focefield generation, using it to create force fields around herself, for protection and levitation, and around objects and other people, to lift them up and carry them around (can be confused with telekinesis, but it’s not! You silly goose), though it usually works better on inanimate objects, it wears her out a little more to use it on living subjects, and especially on people. This power also lets her create balls of energy that she can use to attack people, and she can create force fields in whatever shape she wants, being able to make, for example a force field around her hand in the shape of a sword. (thanks Jakey, you rock)
TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!*Well, let’s see… I was born in Massachusetts and raised by my mother, grandmother and aunt, all of which were widows. A male presence was always absent, and if you ask me, always missed around the house. all of the women in my family are witches and always have been. There are, of course, the few exceptions that chose to lead a normal life, but I never understood why someone would choose not to have so much power… you can do so much when you have power like this, you can get control of people, of animals… there are no limits to what you can do, really.
*Despite the fact that my family always did their best to raise me, I couldn’t wait to get out of the small city where I used to live and live my life away from them and from al of the limits they always imposed. It’s hard to explain, they never held me back or kept me from doing anything, really… well, anything a normal girl would want to do… that doesn’t include playing with black magic, or sacrificing the neighbors’ pets, but I mean, it wasn’t my cat!
*Anyways, ever since I moved to New York to live my life, I’ve been going to school, I managed to land an internship at this Museum… I’m not a big fan of how it smells, but hey! Gotta do what you gotta do, right?
*I love all of my body and all about me, but my favorite part is my hair. It goes down a little below my mid-back and it’s disgustingly straight, I actually have trouble curling it. I have had bangs since I can remember and I honestly can’t see myself not having them, my forehead is humongous and well, I like to keep it hidden.
*I never had an issue with money, because although I –sadly- can’t magically make any money appear, I still have my ways of getting to it, or what happens more often, making it get to me. Men can be so silly, they’re so easy to manipulate sometimes.
*When it comes to clothing, it really depends a lot on my mood, but one thing is certain, you’ll never see me in shoes without heels, and well… my style can’t really be defined, but “discreet” is definitely not the kind of word one would use to qualify it.
*I like boys, I like going out, having fun… I like power, I enjoy knowing I’m more powerful than someone, and knowing that I can do so much, and could do so much more… but, although I constantly have to be reminded, I hate the responsabilities that come along with having so much power, and even though I don’t do much damage control when using my powers, I hate having to deal with the consequences. I hate curfews, and I hate timelines, and I especially hate having to wake up early.
*Despite all of the power I have, I’m well aware that I am far from being the most powerful witch out there, and I know how much studying I’d have to go through in order to get to that level, so for now, I’m cool with just being where I am.
*My biggest dream is to have endless power, I’d sure like to be some sort of goddess, and my biggest fear… well… I’m kind of afraid of my mom… despite her normally nice and sweet attitude, she’s the one person in the world who can put me in my place and shut me up… just… don’t tell anyone.wow, i'm glad to be joining URBAN ARCANA. my name just so happens to be Pepper, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be Camilla Belle. i've been doing this for three years[/ccolor], so i pretty much know how this all works.
Unbelievable as it was, Ivory had never been to one of these meetings before. Not that she hadn’t met with the other people from Nemesis, but this one meeting seemed to be more formal than the others, despite the modern, laid back theme.
She strutted into the building, her long hair worn straight today as opposed to her normal messy-wavy look. She caught a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors in the elevator and double checked her outfit her powers, after all the time since she discovered them had been of use several times, and especially since she had such good control of it, but had they been good for nothing else, they still got her all three of her rich husbands, who fell for her, first in lust, but then they would always want more and more, thanks to her power. And again, thanks to her power, after they got married they all mysteriously died of severe organ failure.
No one could blame poor Ivory Valentine for any of their deaths, I mean, they all went through autopsies, and there was no unusual substances in their bodies. In fact, two of them hadn’t even had any alcohol that day!
Of course, anybody who knew what Ivory was capable of was well aware that not only was she guilty for all three of the murders, but that she also didn’t need the poor bastards to ingest anything suspicious in order to have the organ failures. As far as everyone was concerned, poor miss Valentine was just in a wave of bad luck. She was happily married three times, to three billionaires, and all three of them died.
She flipped her hair from over her shoulder, letting it all fall behind her back, and got out of the elevator and into the room where the meeting was taking place with the same confidence as she had always walked, even back when she had no money, or place to live.
She strutted up to the table and pulled up a chair, not really caring who she was sitting next to. She knew she was probably late, but she didn’t care to apologize for it, it wasn’t something she did very often. She took a look at who else was sitting at the table. She knew who most of these people were although she had never met some of them. she knew the gorgeous ebony skinned woman was Destiny, and the guy behind her was her guard dog, Ddraig. Then there was Yomin and Anne Marie, people she knew to keep a safe distance from, then there was another guy, one she had never seen before, nor did she care to.
She sat back and crossed her legs, her dress riding up a little. She casually played with her hair as she waited for the meeting to begin..
did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.
