Name: Bianca
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: Sorcerer(ess)
Personality: Bianca is very odd to say the least. She likes to think outside of the box, be different from others, and not follow the rules of society. She does what she wants when she wants despite the consequences, meaning she is a risk taker to the extreme. She loves the rush of breaking rules and the reactions of others when they see her doing something weird. Bianca is very twisted, not necessarily insane, but twisted in the way that she treats others. She doesn't really treat them like people, but more like toys; Bianca will play with people's minds to get certain reactions or to confuse them, if they try to ignore her and walk away she will follow them until something happens, her favorite reaction is fear. She is very animal-like in personality, being wary of everything around her almost to point of paranoia, her movements copying those of a fox, and attacking people with little provocation.
However, when she's by herself she becomes more real and human. She likes to draw, a creative outlet she has always loved even though you can see her twisted mind clearly in art and thus people call it creepy. She's very proud of her art and won't take any crap from people because if they do she'll stalk them and then at night try to scare them to death. She has a fixation on carnivals and fear that she has started to grow into a terrifying version when people see her. She's mostly quiet when by herself and will yell at anybody who interrupts her drawing. She does like to be alone, finding "human beings" primitive people with too many rules and thus she tries to "punish" them for all their rules.
Abilities: -Magic (she specializes in voodoo dolls and dream spells)
-fear
-manipulation
-balance
Limitations: -her pride
-she gets flustered when people don't get scared
-she doesn't think and thus most of her spells can get out of hand (though she'll pretend that that is what she wanted to do)
Skills: Drawing, surviving with very little, deception, and getting out of trouble
Appearance:
She has long, extremely curly, black hair that she does anything with so it usually just flies every which way in a wild man around her head. She has large black looking eyes and fairly tan skin, full lips that she usually put blood red lipstick on. She is striking and pretty in an intimidating, crazy sort of way; though most wouldn't call her beautiful, mostly because she scares them and wears clothes and makeup that are more than unusual. During the day she just wears thick eye-liner and red lipstick. She usually wears black t-shirts with disturbing carnival pictures on them, black and red striped finger-less gloves that run past her elbows, tight and worn jeans, and combat boots. Arlette is 5' 6" with her boots on and 5' 5" without them.
At night she puts on full face make-up; making her face white, with a red dot on her nose, thick mascara and eye-liner, black streaks that run down her cheeks that look like black tears, and red lipstick. She then wears tight corset-like leotards, black ragged scarves, fishnet tights, high-heel boots, the same finger-less gloves she wears during the day, and a red shear fabric mini-skirt.
History: She grew up in an orphanage in New Mexico and that was so strong on punishment if you broke the rules you would get beaten. There she discovered the only thing about her parents was the fact that they were both full-blooded Italians that came to America. After living there for thirteen years Bianca decided she had had enough and left; stealing a truck that was in the parking lot area and had a hood over the back. She drove, not very well, into the desert. There she would rob any cars that paced by, making the back of the truck her home and that still is and started to learn Italian; she can speak it pretty well though isn't fluent and all her spells are in Italian. In the back she has a bed, a small truck with the little clothing that she has, and garlands of beads decorating it. When looking at it, it does look like someone's bedroom, though with a small stove and very little dishes, and a large water can-tine. When she got better at surviving she left the desert and has been travelling from town to town ever since; parking her car outside of the town and just walking in.
Bianca had some trouble with the police in the first town because the town's rules opposed her instincts that had kept her alive in the desert for so long and that was when she made the decision never to follow those rules and to just follow her instincts. Ever since then small wanted posters have come up in police stations; nothing fancy, but ones that say to keep an eye out for her and phone in if you see her with a little reward of $100. Though when she started her nightly rounds, things started to pop up more and more, nothing of murder, though mostly being a night nuisance, this time her picture holds the full-face makeup she prefers to wear, making people worry even more. During her travels she would run into small bands of gypsies who introduced her to sorcery and since none of them would teach her she took some books and would spend her nights self-teaching magic on the hood of her truck. After a while of terrorizing small towns she had finally made her way to San Francisco. Since there wasn't really any place to park her car outside of the city and still walk in, she found a junkyard like area that no one checks and is parked behind there. With the bigger city came bigger opportunities. By day she draws and tries to sell her art or put it up in art exhibitions; which she has actually accomplished at small galleries, though nothing has sold yet. By night, however, she breaks out into her terrifying carnival cover and searches through the night raising Hell and fear for her own enjoyment.
Themesong: Rupa and the April Fishes (Culpa de La Luna)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyzG7FFJxkk&list=AL94UKMTqg-9BCJGZy1dnf5MDBcgBYTZnS&index=8Extra: She doesn't really have a sexuality, just follows her heart to whoever it points to. She also can be seen at "underground parties", so in other words illegal raves or gatherings of romanies (gypsies)
I believe in Fairies