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"You keep on saying that I've changed, I know that I don't seem quite the same." - Nola 1, Pvris
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F U L LXN A M E
Shiloh Aleena Cerys Taylors
N I C K N A M E (S)
"Anything but 'Bitch' will do.."
B I R T H D A Y
November 15th, 2000 (Scorpio)
A G E
Twenty-Two (22)
R O L E
Metal Elementalist of The Order
G E N D E R & S E X U A L I T Y
Cis-Female | Pansexual, Bi-Homoromantic
E T H N I C I T Y
White Caucasian
H O M E T O W N
New Orleans, Louisiana
H E X
#708090
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L I K E S
Red/White Wine, Tea (Honey & Lemon), Pine Scented-Candles, Smell of Clean Linen, Old Books (Studies often), Movies (Anything but romcoms), Music (Anything but Rap & Country), Chocolate Chip/Black Raspberry Ice Cream, Dark Chocolate (Especially imported), Leather Jackets, Animals (Excluding Big Dogs), Fresh Coffee (Dark Roast), Board Games & TTG's, Robotics, Engineering, Mechanical Work
D I S L I K E S
Her parents, Talking about family, Religion, Liars & Hypocrites, Bigots (Closed Minded Folk), Bullies, Dark & cramped Spaces, Deep/Dark Water (Fear of Drowning), Wool Sweaters (Causes rashes/Hives), Sudden/Loud Noises, Overly cheery people, Strong Smells (Such as burnt toast or coffee), Being seen as weak, Being talked over, Disrespect, Most Authority Figures, Being yelled at, People arguing, 'I Told You So', Double Standards, Judgemental Assholes
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In Shiloh's case, what you see is what you get. In nearly every sense of the word, she's an open book. If someone needs a second opinion, or some advice on something, she's typically the best person to get an honest answer from. Shiloh finds no point in hiding what one's opinions or views may be on something, often times being a bit too honest. But never brutally so. With all the dishonesty, lying, and backstabbing she's endured over the years, Shiloh cannot stand people who keep the truth from others. If she knows someone is lying, she'll most likely call them out on the spot about it, but depending on the circumstances and situation, she may tread lightly. As she isn't a fool and knows when to save certain topics or even potential arguments for later. The last thing she'd want is for all hell to break loose and be the cause of some bigger ordeal. Shiloh simply wishes people could just be honest and say what they mean more, as most problems people have would probably be fixed than when they lie.
But, as open as she is in most areas, there are some where not even those she has known for years are left in the dark. What most people know of Shiloh, as being the cliche meloncholic and dark brooding figure in the corner somewhere reading a book or giving a snark comment back in return to a stupid question. Versus what people can't see. The heavy weight that's been on her chest ever since she was a child. Being born into a world where people can and will hate you for what you are. Especially for something you can't control. She's seen the absolute worst that humanity is capable of, even with someone's own flesh and blood. For years, she has lived with the scars that her past have left her, whether physical or emotional, they're all the same. It's not that Shiloh's afraid of opening up old wounds and talking about things, it's just that she knows once they do open, they'll fester and rot. She'll go back to the hallow, empty void of a person she used to be. The one who was such a dedicated people pleaser who put her own feelings and even life at stake, just to feel like she had earned someone's approval and affections.
Shiloh knows if she were to open those old wounds once more, and someone were to look inside, all they'd see in the darkness she hides inside. Somewhere no one can see, strictly out of fear of being seen as different. Just like her parents had once viewed her as. Something to be discarded and left to rot in some hole where no one will ever find it. So, she keeps it all to herself. Buried deeply under lock and key. If people don't know about your problems, and if you act like you don't have any emotions and feelings, it's harder for them to hurt you, right?
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H I S T O R Y
TW// Topics of Domestic abuse and Religious based trauma
The Taylors were a long line of common folk who lived more in the 'backwoods' part of Louisiana. They came from a very long line of people who belonged to the church, often times there were stories that the family's ancestors were part of the Salem Witch Trials. But it's all hearsay coming from those who viewed anything outside of 'normal' as sinful and wrong.
Shiloh spent a good portion of her younger years at her grandparent's home in the city part of New Orleans. Going to the city had been one of her most looked forward to parts of her life, as her grandparents had a less severe outlook on people who may have been different. While they wouldn't shun or send off into exile, like Shiloh's parents would, they still held fast to their Christian beliefs. Especially with things that revolved around the occult and magic. Something her family forbade.
In Shiloh's earlier years, things were good. To an extent. Her parents loved her, she had a roof over her head, and never had to worry about going hungry. But that had all changed by the time she was around eight years old. It started out easy enough to be undetected. But Shiloh's mother knew something was off about the child, almost swearing there was something demonic and unholy about her at times. As often time wherever Shiloh went, things didn't add up. Such as the time that all the forks in the house had gone missing, only to later find a pile of metalic dust hidden off somewhere.
Shiloh's mother finally had enough one day when she saw a young Shiloh in her room, levitating various metalic objects in the air. They had only clattered to the floor when Shiloh heard a loud, blood curdling scream, and then her father being called to ring in a local priest. And that was when everything started to go wrong and south for Shiloh. It was when the small amount of solace and love she had in her life, became Shiloh's own personal hell.
Much of the time after that was a blur. Between being shoved into cramped and tight spaces, such as a cupboard, a closet, or any place that they could keep Shiloh's 'curse' at bay. Instead of trying to understand and help their child, her parents forced her to believe that what she was capable made her a monster. Between barely being let out of where she was kept, to scarcely being fed or looked after, to even a few Exorcisms that had left permanently left Shiloh with scars of varying degrees and causes, Shiloh had withdrawn into herself. The happy quirky girl who had rose-tinted glasses was snuffed out, and she was forced to become a hallow husk of her former self.
It was only when her grandparents had found out what was going on, that Shiloh's salvation came. Her grandparents were furious and had Shiloh sent away to be treated properly. But not for what her parents believed to be demonic possession, but to help her recover from what her parents had inflicted on her. When she was found, Shiloh was incredibly underweight, dehydrated, riddled in scars and untreated injuries. It was only after four years of rehabilitation and treatment, that Shiloh was let back out into the world.
Shiloh was twelve years old when she had gotten a letter after staying with her grandparents for a week that everything changed once more. She was contacted by some group of people that were unknown to her. They offered the chance to have Shiloh be brought to a place with others like her, where she could be properly trained and secured. Her grandparents had insisted and she had been taken to Salem, Massachuessets that following summer. And that was the beginning of it all...
It had been ten years since Shiloh last saw or had any contact with her parents, and about six years since her grandparents had both sadly passed away due to natural causes. Between then and now, Shiloh has been surrounded by people like her. Those who were born with exceptional gifts and attunement with the arcane and magics. While Shiloh is still learning every day on how to fully gain control of her magic, she has come along way. Things aren't disintergrating and turning to dust in her presence. If anything, she's put things back together again than taking apart. Shiloh has shown a nack for engineering and robotics, using her ability and affinity for metal manipulation, to help aid in her projects. While she doesn't have an exact desire to eventually become a chosen member of The Order, Shiloh has shown promise in several fields, even outside of being a leader. But truth be told, Shiloh doesn't know what she wants, nevermind really who she is. She's content living how she is, being a no one, but she'd also be fine at least trying to prove her worth, whatever that may be anyway...
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M E T A LX M A N I P U L A T I O N
Ferrokinesis:Those who are born with the unique elemental control over metal, are able to shape and manipulate metal, a solid material (an element, compound, or alloy) that is typically hard, shiny, and features good electrical and thermal conductivity. Metals are generally malleable—they can be hammered or pressed permanently out of shape without breaking or cracking—as well as fusible (able to be fused or melted) and ductile (able to be drawn out into a thin wire).
Metal Detection:The ability to sense the presence of metal in one's vicinity. If Shiloh focuses and concentrates enough, she can pick up the presence of metal in most forms around her. The more pure the metal base is, such as platinum, it will be harder to detect.
Metal Dust Reconstruction/Solidification:This is a very minor sub ability, but with this, if Shiloh concentrates enough, on enough metal dust base she can form and fuse it together into a solid form, and possibly in a form of a weapon, or even small plates of armor. The more pieces needed, more focus and concentration will be needed, just as much as metal compounds present. If someone needed say, a coin reconstructed, Shiloh could do it rather easily, but forming a knife or something bigger, will require more effort and more dust, as it is a naturally occuring substance that needs to be reformed and manipulated, and not something that can be created from thin air.
Essentially, reconstructing it from a powder base, back to a solid. While this inheritantly requires less focus and power, considering the amount and density she may need, it can result in light headedness, a bloody nose, all with the possibility fainting.
T A L E N T S
Robotics, Engineering, Science, Focus/Detection
S T R E N G T H S
Reading/Studying, Loyal, Dependable, Honest
W E A K N E S S E S
Hot-Headed, Distrustful of Adults, Slow to trust others, Easily emotionally shaken, Not as physically combative as others
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