OOC: My character sells drugs on the side but any talk/usages of them will be very brief and ill-detailed. Will this be ok?
Name: Naomi Landon
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Occupation: Works at a music shop and on-the-side drug-dealer
Abilities: Manipulation of Shadow/darkness and Telekinisis
Appearance: Slender build, shoulder length black tapered hair, sideswept bangs, deep hazel-green eyes and a pale complextion. Wears dark coloured skinny jeans, black converse, dark coloured longsleeve shirts w/ band t-shirts over them. Wears a studded belt loose around the hips and a dark gray hoodie.
Biography: Working a full-time job and doing a little drug-dealing on the side to support her and her abusive, alchoholic father in an apartment in downtown Miami, Naomi finds that she has little to no time for school or a social life. Her mother left a few years back, leaving them with next to nothing. Naomi is street smart; complements to her "big brother" Alex. He taught her how to bargin and use Parkour to get around the city faster as well as many other things. Alex took Naomi under his wing when her mother left and treats her like his little sister. He is the only one who knows about her 'LD'. Naomi avoids the apartment as much as possible to stay out of her father's way. After recieving the e-mail, she tossed all aprehentions out the window and discontinued the use of the L15 pills.
Other important info: Naomi has a firey spirit and isn't one to be messed with when angry. Struggles with depression and her trust can extreamly hard to gain. Does not do drugs. She only sells them.
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Naomi leaned back in a bench that was shaded by a small tree as she waited across the street from a movie theater. She puffed on a cigerette quietly with one hand in her hoodie pocket. She let out a sigh and hung her head back as she dropped the cigerette and smashed it with her foot. It had already been a long morning for her. As she brought her head back up she grabbed it slightly with one hand. For the past few days she had felt strange and a little out of it. She mentioned it to Alex, but he figured it was because she hadn't taken L15 for about a week. Still she wondered if it was something more. The night before was something that slightly rattled her and she wanted to tell him about it. Naomi leaned forward letting out an impatiant sigh and placed her head in her hands.
"C'mon Alex." Naomi muttered impatiantly. Suddenly, she heard footsteps and turned her head to see who it was. "There you are." A boy with jaw-length, jet-black hair that spiked in the back stood looking down at her with his hands in his pockets. "Where were you?" Naomi asked slightly agitated.
"I was..caught up with some stuff." Alex said as he looked down at her with his deep, saphire eyes. He paused then said as he sat down, "So what was it that you just had to talk to me about?" He leaned back, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
"Well," Naomi began. "you remember how I said I was feeling a little 'out-of-it'?"
"Yeah." Alex looked down at her with one eye open. Naomi sighed and looked back at the ground.
"Something happened last night." She paused and looked back at him seeing the dull 'what did you do' look he gave her. She sighed. "It'd be better if I just showed you." Naomi got off the bench and sat on the ground on her knees. "Ok, now watch those rocks." She pointed to a few bits of rock that were scattered on the sidewalk infront of them.
"I'm watching." Alex said with a sigh and leaned forward on his knees. Naomi sat and stared at the fragments of rock focusing her concentration on them. Shortly after, they began to shudder as if the ground beneath them were moving violently. Naomi furrowed her brow as she became more focused and suddenly the rock fragments tumbled toward her. Alex sat looking wide-eyed at Naomi.
"W-what was that?!" He asked in almost a breath.
"I don't know." Naomi muttered. "Last night I was laying on my bed staring off into space at a piece of paper on my floor when it started flipping end over end toward me. Almost like the wind was blowing it. I freaked and jumped off my bed but it stopped. I realized, after some time, that I was doing it." Alex looked at Naomi for a moment then shook his head and looked at the rocks on the ground.
"Can you do it again?" He asked with a bit of aprehention in his voice. Naomi looked back down at the rocks and again rolled them across the sidewalk, this time with a little more ease.
"Before you can inspire with emotion, you must be swamped with it yourself. Before you can move their tears, your own must flow. To convince them, you must yourself believe."
-Winston Churchill
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