Name: Penelope Agustiss

Age: 20

Height: 5' 8''

Weight: 136 lbs

Power: She can harness her own emotions into tangible energy. In specifics, her more uplifting moods give these energies a healing quality, while her compassionate ones burn. Her anxious and lower emotions from the pit of her stomach are poison (to an extent, the poison is not deadly, simply sickening). Her ability to control these energies is currently minimal, and when an emotion she has is extremely strong, it will simply emit from her in waves when not harnessed and concentrated by her will for her own battle use.

Training: Penelope has had only the meditation and chakra knowledge training from her grandmother, in terms of what would help her with her power. She also took fencing in school, and became the captain of the team before she plunged into depression.

Talents: Penelope was good at fencing in school, and liked the positive mental pressure it provided her. She also plays cello fabulously, and sometimes will whistle the melodies and scales she had to practice when she was a child subconsciously. At one time, playing her cello was her sanctuary, so the whistling is one of her mental safety blankets. Generally speaking, Penelope is at an average strength but has speed, and can jump and leap pretty high.

Possessions:
A sword like a bell-handled rapier, but slightly thicker and sharper.
A bag full of washing oils, parchment, ink and knives.
Makeup at the side of her bag.
A black pearl necklace that belonged to her mother, who got it from her grandmother, and so on.

Personality: In school, she was the forgetful girl that spent more time on her makeup in the morning because she didn't mind if she was late... not so much for vanity, but for self expression. She used to have innocent but harsh remarks at the ready at all times, making sure to show off that she was sharp and clever. Secretly she read all the time, only to escape from reality. But the pressures she has put on herself over the years has given her a panicked, hard look. She is not at all approachable, and her jokes always come out as insults... maybe not even by accident anymore.

Bio: Penelope Agustiss was the youngest of three daughters, all of them preparing to be duchesses of a small nation on a peninsula called Illgia, the nation being known for its fancy housing, olden, Victorian style humans, and its lobster exports. The place was a rich vacation spot for those who could afford it. Penelope attended private school and was expected to grow up just like her two sisters, married off at 18 and taking up practices like music and writing and pampering yourself. Though she liked all of these things, she slowly began to hate herself, and hate her world. When her mother died of an unknown disease and neither of her sisters returned to their mansion before to see her on her death bed, even after she passed, and her father locked himself away forever in the walls of his business deals and thick oak, ornate doors, Penelope was alone to look at her life. After so much reflection of her lifestyle and contemplating what she lived for, she found nothing.

Relations: None currently

Social Rank: Her name can get her places with people.

Memberships(Guilds): None currently

Inventory(current):
Healing potions

Race: Human

Way of Death: When the girl tried to take too many herb medicines at once, so she could send herself into a seizure, her father caught her and threw her out of the house for the day, not to return until the next. The maids tried to make her stay in the front yard until they could reason with the master of the house, but she ran as fast as she could, taking her rapier and sack of things with her. At that moment she made a decision to live, but ironically was caught by a mugger in the poorer parts of Illgia and was stabbed in the stomach to die in the ally-ways.

Description: Penelope's thick black hair is usually bound in two low pony tails below her ears, and around her pale face pins hold the shorter curls out of her eyes. She usually has a dark red lipstick on, and smudged eyeliner that she either hasn't washed off from the day before or that she accidently rubbed off. She wears an assortment of white blouses and leggings, stolen from her mother's closet (since all she had were dresses and stockings) , and she wears a leather jacket, gloves, and low heeled boots, from her mother's riding gear.

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Song Inspiration Reference: Tidal by Imogen Heap -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAv5P8ayfEc