N A M E: Hazel J. O'Conner | P O W E R: Bloodbending | A G E:22 |
G E N D E R: Female | S E X U A L I T Y: Demisexual
H E X:#62060F
"With The New Day Comes New Strength And New Thoughts."
~Eleanor Roosevelt
Sound of Silence by DisturbedBruises by TrainHurt by Johnny Cash
G E N D E R: Female | S E X U A L I T Y: Demisexual
H E X:#62060F
"With The New Day Comes New Strength And New Thoughts."
~Eleanor Roosevelt
Sound of Silence by DisturbedBruises by TrainHurt by Johnny Cash
B A S I C S
"Tough Times Never Last, But Tough People Do."
~Lydia Sweatt
~Lydia Sweatt
[Nicknames]
Hazy
J or Janie
Conner
[Sexuality]
Demisexual
{Someone who is only sexually
attracted those who they have an
emotional bond with.}
[Romantic Interest]
N/A
[Nationality]
25% French
25% Native American
40% Italian
10% Unknown
Hazy
J or Janie
Conner
[Sexuality]
Demisexual
{Someone who is only sexually
attracted those who they have an
emotional bond with.}
[Romantic Interest]
N/A
[Nationality]
25% French
25% Native American
40% Italian
10% Unknown
P O W E R
“The World Breaks Everyone, And Afterward, Some Are Strong At The Broken Places.”
~Ernest Hemingway
~Ernest Hemingway
Hazel can create, control and otherwise manipulate her blood and others to a limited degree. She has full control over her own blood and produces to much of it which makes it incredibly important that she uses her power regularly. She is especially gifted in creating daggers and swords with her blood, this skill forming mostly out of the need to be able to defend herself. The use of her power on another persons blood is difficult and involves her coming in direct contact with it, only once she has touched it she can use it as an weapon.
Now, she can use blood as a weapon and her body creates more of it to make up for this fact but she can still lose to much blood which is obviously a bad thing, using her power opens her mind to the Artifact. The artifact is a sentient being which for the most part is comfortable with providing Hazel with power and enjoying having a safe place to reside within the girl but occasionally it thinks it would do a better job of controlling her body then she can, typically in the midst of battle, and will try to seize control which it has done in the past. If she is to be honest, the artifact is a much better fighter she just doesnt like having her body taken over.
The artifact was once believed to turn the wielder into a god, well goddess sense it was wielded by the high priestess, the goddess's name was Kli. The artifact has taken on the name of the goddess it use to represent. One last danger of wielding the Artifact is that in moments of extreme danger Hazel and the Artifact can merge into one complete being, so much so that its hard for them to separate. This isn't like when the artifact takes over her body, its more perfect in a way where their minds are not separated to the point that all the artifacts memories are Hazel's and all of Hazel's the Artifacts. When like this she basically becomes a magnet for blood and will literally suck it out of any living creature in a twenty foot radius. Together in this mode, they really are Kli, the old and long forgotten Goddess of Death and Blood.
Now, she can use blood as a weapon and her body creates more of it to make up for this fact but she can still lose to much blood which is obviously a bad thing, using her power opens her mind to the Artifact. The artifact is a sentient being which for the most part is comfortable with providing Hazel with power and enjoying having a safe place to reside within the girl but occasionally it thinks it would do a better job of controlling her body then she can, typically in the midst of battle, and will try to seize control which it has done in the past. If she is to be honest, the artifact is a much better fighter she just doesnt like having her body taken over.
The artifact was once believed to turn the wielder into a god, well goddess sense it was wielded by the high priestess, the goddess's name was Kli. The artifact has taken on the name of the goddess it use to represent. One last danger of wielding the Artifact is that in moments of extreme danger Hazel and the Artifact can merge into one complete being, so much so that its hard for them to separate. This isn't like when the artifact takes over her body, its more perfect in a way where their minds are not separated to the point that all the artifacts memories are Hazel's and all of Hazel's the Artifacts. When like this she basically becomes a magnet for blood and will literally suck it out of any living creature in a twenty foot radius. Together in this mode, they really are Kli, the old and long forgotten Goddess of Death and Blood.
A P P E R A N C E
“A Truly Strong Person Does Not Need The Approval Of Others Any More Than A Lion Needs The Approval Of Sheep.”
~Vernon Howard
~Vernon Howard
Ever sense Hazel was really young she has been told that she would be prettier if she was just a little thinner, that shes to short to be at the weight shes at, that she really shouldnt do her make up that way because her eyes are already to big for her face, basically her mom was a piece of shit that constantly put her daughter down from a young age.
Hazel is pretty average in the weight range, maybe carrying a few extra pounds especially for her short and delicate bone structure but she likes to joke that she deserves to be a potato between battles. Her mom might be right about her eyes being to big for her face but it doesnt make her unattractive, instead it gives her a porcelain doll look that only seems to add to her appeal. Add in her clear sea green eyes, full lips, and rich wavy hair to the big eyes and just slightly plump body and you have an beautiful young woman.
[Style]
Hazel is lazy when it comes to clothes, preferring comfort over style. Honestly, its lucky that she is obsessed with heels or she wouldnt take the time to match her clothes because she just doesnt see the point in spending that much time in picking out articles of clothing that she will just take off and have to wash a couple of hours later. Maybe it has something to do with her mother who tells her regularly that she cant pull them off, but Hazel basically lives in crop tops when not working.She hates shopping which also has a tendency to make her wardrobe outdated luckily she has a fashion obsessed younger sister that goes through Hazel's closest every six months or so and gets rid of the worn out clothes and replaces them with new and fashionable clothing.
Hazel's Style
[Height and Weight]
5'1Ft and 125Lbs
[Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars]
Outside of an oddly shaped scar on her chest, her skin is unblemished.
The scar looks similar to the symbol for the Hindu goddess Kali but its is slightly different and there is a small diamond shape in the center instead of a triangle.
[Piercings]
Hazel has almost every ear piercing possible and her belly button is also pierced.
[Scent]
She only wears two perfumes, Verssace Bright Crystal and Marc Jacobs Daisy.
Her natural scent is soft and slightly spicy with a tang of copper.
Hazel is pretty average in the weight range, maybe carrying a few extra pounds especially for her short and delicate bone structure but she likes to joke that she deserves to be a potato between battles. Her mom might be right about her eyes being to big for her face but it doesnt make her unattractive, instead it gives her a porcelain doll look that only seems to add to her appeal. Add in her clear sea green eyes, full lips, and rich wavy hair to the big eyes and just slightly plump body and you have an beautiful young woman.
[Style]
Hazel is lazy when it comes to clothes, preferring comfort over style. Honestly, its lucky that she is obsessed with heels or she wouldnt take the time to match her clothes because she just doesnt see the point in spending that much time in picking out articles of clothing that she will just take off and have to wash a couple of hours later. Maybe it has something to do with her mother who tells her regularly that she cant pull them off, but Hazel basically lives in crop tops when not working.She hates shopping which also has a tendency to make her wardrobe outdated luckily she has a fashion obsessed younger sister that goes through Hazel's closest every six months or so and gets rid of the worn out clothes and replaces them with new and fashionable clothing.
Hazel's Style
[Height and Weight]
5'1Ft and 125Lbs
[Tattoos/Birthmarks/Scars]
Outside of an oddly shaped scar on her chest, her skin is unblemished.
The scar looks similar to the symbol for the Hindu goddess Kali but its is slightly different and there is a small diamond shape in the center instead of a triangle.
[Piercings]
Hazel has almost every ear piercing possible and her belly button is also pierced.
[Scent]
She only wears two perfumes, Verssace Bright Crystal and Marc Jacobs Daisy.
Her natural scent is soft and slightly spicy with a tang of copper.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
“He Who Believes Is Strong; He Who Doubts Is Weak. Strong Convictions Precede Great Actions.”
~Louisa May Alcott
~Louisa May Alcott
❃Intelligent ❃Rational ❃Cold ❃Compassionate ❃Energetic ❃Loyal ❃Temperamental
Hazel is not just physically beautiful, her personality is amazing. Almost always happy and energetic its almost gift that she can draw even the most reluctant person to her and get them to smile and laugh at her antics which are, more often then not, vastly amusing. Match it with her compassionate behavior and the fact that she can not only see the best in everyone around her, including the thug who lives down the street, but will argue that for the cards that had been handed to them they are doing their best. She is insanely loyal to those who have proven their worth and kind to even those who haven't. Hazel has yet to meet a person she donest to like in some way. She is also very observant and is quick to recognize normal behavior and what isn't meaning she will be the first to notice if something is wrong and there is no use lying to her.
For all her good qualities she does have some bad, like that fact that she is so intelligent and so rational that sometimes its had for her to truly empathize with someone especially if their reasoning is flawed, then there is that fact that if her trust is broken in someone they will live the rest of their lives being frozen out. She wont speak to them unless necessary and will often ask others to pass on messages. Then there's the fact that she is vicious, there isn't another word for it. If not for her friends to keep her reined in, when angry she would happily see those who had made her angry burn along with their families. Now, most will never see this side of her, and those that have seen it directed at them have done something terribly and truly deserved it. Hazel, for all intents and purposes, is a good person and trys her best to be one.
At the end of the day even those that do not like her, can respect Hazel for her morals and that fact that she trys very hard to keep her anger in check even when someone deserves it. They can even respect her for how genuine she is about caring for everyone around her, often going beyond what is expected of her to help out
[Likes and Dislikes]
✔Hot Chocolate ✔Oversized and cozy sweaters
✔Dark colors ✔Early morning and late evenings
✔The smell that fills the air after a thunder storm
✔The freedom that comes from running
through the park near her home.
✘Cold coffee ✘Bright colors ✘Uncomfortably tight clothing
✘The muggy heat that comes from summer storms
✘The feeling of being weak or being defeated
✘Lack or freedom or being confined to a small space
✘The dense thick smell of smoke that normally only
comes with house or forest fires
[Strengths and Weaknesses]
✔Hazel is a quick thinker, even while talking or writing it doesnt takes her a long at all to think of a witty thing to say. This has in the past made people irritated at her because she made them the butt end of jokes sense she reacts so quickly with a witty come back.
✘ Small, though good in a fight because its harder for her to be hit or caught in everyday life its a problem. Shes too short to reach the top shelf anywhere, she is often made fun of or called child like, often just straight up thought to be a child, it s problem and a weakness.
[Fear]
✤Pyrophobia: Ever sense she was small she has been afraid of fire. Though not an extreme fear where even a small flame will set her off, she is afraid and if the fire is any bigger then that of an average camp fire she will have a panic attack and she will pass out.
Hazel is not just physically beautiful, her personality is amazing. Almost always happy and energetic its almost gift that she can draw even the most reluctant person to her and get them to smile and laugh at her antics which are, more often then not, vastly amusing. Match it with her compassionate behavior and the fact that she can not only see the best in everyone around her, including the thug who lives down the street, but will argue that for the cards that had been handed to them they are doing their best. She is insanely loyal to those who have proven their worth and kind to even those who haven't. Hazel has yet to meet a person she donest to like in some way. She is also very observant and is quick to recognize normal behavior and what isn't meaning she will be the first to notice if something is wrong and there is no use lying to her.
For all her good qualities she does have some bad, like that fact that she is so intelligent and so rational that sometimes its had for her to truly empathize with someone especially if their reasoning is flawed, then there is that fact that if her trust is broken in someone they will live the rest of their lives being frozen out. She wont speak to them unless necessary and will often ask others to pass on messages. Then there's the fact that she is vicious, there isn't another word for it. If not for her friends to keep her reined in, when angry she would happily see those who had made her angry burn along with their families. Now, most will never see this side of her, and those that have seen it directed at them have done something terribly and truly deserved it. Hazel, for all intents and purposes, is a good person and trys her best to be one.
At the end of the day even those that do not like her, can respect Hazel for her morals and that fact that she trys very hard to keep her anger in check even when someone deserves it. They can even respect her for how genuine she is about caring for everyone around her, often going beyond what is expected of her to help out
[Likes and Dislikes]
✔Hot Chocolate ✔Oversized and cozy sweaters
✔Dark colors ✔Early morning and late evenings
✔The smell that fills the air after a thunder storm
✔The freedom that comes from running
through the park near her home.
✘Cold coffee ✘Bright colors ✘Uncomfortably tight clothing
✘The muggy heat that comes from summer storms
✘The feeling of being weak or being defeated
✘Lack or freedom or being confined to a small space
✘The dense thick smell of smoke that normally only
comes with house or forest fires
[Strengths and Weaknesses]
✔Hazel is a quick thinker, even while talking or writing it doesnt takes her a long at all to think of a witty thing to say. This has in the past made people irritated at her because she made them the butt end of jokes sense she reacts so quickly with a witty come back.
✘ Small, though good in a fight because its harder for her to be hit or caught in everyday life its a problem. Shes too short to reach the top shelf anywhere, she is often made fun of or called child like, often just straight up thought to be a child, it s problem and a weakness.
[Fear]
✤Pyrophobia: Ever sense she was small she has been afraid of fire. Though not an extreme fear where even a small flame will set her off, she is afraid and if the fire is any bigger then that of an average camp fire she will have a panic attack and she will pass out.
H I S T O R Y
“Strength And Growth Come Only Through Continuous Effort And Struggle.”
~Napoleon Hill
~Napoleon Hill
Hazel had a perfectly normal child hood, a few up and downs but all in all it was a good life. Born in an average sized city known Bakersville just a couple of hours away from the coast in the middle of comfortable warm summer to a Doctor and Historian. Her mother, the doctor, is named Meredith and her father, the historian, is named Paul. Now for all the difference in personalities no one can deny that they are in love and have been sense they meet in high school. Now Meredith might have pushed and prodded Hazel, especially about her weight, though her whole life but she did it from the point of view of not only a mother but that of a Doctor and Paul was probably to relaxed, preferring to pull his middle child into his lap during the warm and lazy afternoons and read his History texts out loud to the young girl.
Between her parents it was no surprise when she was discovered to be smarter in the average child and was able to skip fourth, fifth, and sixth grade. She was eight years old doing algebra and she was good at it. Much to her mothers disappointment though, the long days of cuddling while reading about ancient civilizations stuck with the girl and when she graduated high school at thirteen and started going to college she majored in history and restoration. Even though she was going to college and learning things way above that of other children her age her parents tried heir best to make sure she still had a normal childhood. Beach trips on long weekends, trips to the mall and movies with friends from their neighborhood, birthday parties themed in pinks and purple.
Hazel's life was simple, it was comfortable, and it was loving until that fateful day only a couple of weeks after her eighteenth birthday. An opportunity of a life time had literately come knocking on her door step, an archaeologist had come in search of her father to offer him a trip to the deep forest near the Indian boarder. Now he agreed to come but only if Hazel and her long term boyfriend (Barty) could come as well and so off they went. It should have been a good trip and it would have been if not for the accident, it would have been a better trip if there hadnt been so much walking.
It was on the third day there that one of the assistants accidentally hit a switch to a trap door, plummeting Hazel down into the inky black depth of the temple that they had been exploring. Now logic says she should have stayed there and waited to be rescued but she was much to curious and using the faint light from her glow stick she followed the tunnel, she cant say for certain how long she followed the tunnel until she reached a large stone door. Knowing she wouldnt be able to push it open she simple traced one of the intricate symbols that had been carved into its surface, wondering about the nameless statues of the Gods and Goddess that she had passed on her walk to the door, they had been long forgotten and locked away in a temple all but destroyed by time. As her fingers traced the symbol the door groaned and then it swung open.
Once inside the room, the tired and dirty Hazel couldnt help but marvel at the nine shimmering statues. Similar to those that had lined the hall she had just walked but bigger and much more intricate, how the room was lite she didnt know but she could see everything clearly and should coulnt help but be in awe. At the base of each statues was a gem, they were huge about the size of her fist if not a little bigger that seemed to glow for some sort of light source within. Hazel, will admit what happens next was extremely stupid on her part, she picked up the blood red gem from the base of one of the more frightening Goddess Statue. Next thing she knew she was clutching her arm to her chest as she curled up on the floor then nothing. No pain and the gem was gone. The artifact soon made its presence in the girls body known by trying to communicate in a way the dangers of letting anyone else find and make contact with the other gems.
Hazel couldnt not agree with that and allowed the Gem to take over her body as to create similar replacement stones and to carefully wrap the other gems up and stick them in Hazel's bag. It was hours later, hours that were spent getting to know the ancient being that was now living in her chest under a newly formed scar, that Barty and her father along with a few other people found her. They marveled at her discovery and one of the assistants was able to read the inscription on the door, it was a warning to those who entered about the nine gods whos power could only be used for evil that resided behind that door.
Whether it happened because the other gems were unhappy to be kept from finding hosts or because Hazel had used up all the luck for the day by only getting a couple nasty cuts from her fall earlier, but when the group was reascending with the fake gems in her fathers possession and the symbols from the statues bases all copied for translation, the line snapped and wrapped its self around Bart's neck. Instantaneous death.
Not able to live in Bakersville after Barty's death, Hazel decided to follow the fake gems with the real ones still being carried around on her person, take the job offered to her at the museum that the gems were to be on display for and settled into as normal of a life she could with a sentient gem living in her chest that allowed her control over her own blood and minimum control over other peoples. When the 'King of Spades' discovered her it was after she accidentally used her power on a man who had been attempting to attack her. He revealed himself and offered her a place to live and learn about her power, all she had to do was be willing to save the world when the time comes. She only had one choice. She said yes.
Between her parents it was no surprise when she was discovered to be smarter in the average child and was able to skip fourth, fifth, and sixth grade. She was eight years old doing algebra and she was good at it. Much to her mothers disappointment though, the long days of cuddling while reading about ancient civilizations stuck with the girl and when she graduated high school at thirteen and started going to college she majored in history and restoration. Even though she was going to college and learning things way above that of other children her age her parents tried heir best to make sure she still had a normal childhood. Beach trips on long weekends, trips to the mall and movies with friends from their neighborhood, birthday parties themed in pinks and purple.
Hazel's life was simple, it was comfortable, and it was loving until that fateful day only a couple of weeks after her eighteenth birthday. An opportunity of a life time had literately come knocking on her door step, an archaeologist had come in search of her father to offer him a trip to the deep forest near the Indian boarder. Now he agreed to come but only if Hazel and her long term boyfriend (Barty) could come as well and so off they went. It should have been a good trip and it would have been if not for the accident, it would have been a better trip if there hadnt been so much walking.
It was on the third day there that one of the assistants accidentally hit a switch to a trap door, plummeting Hazel down into the inky black depth of the temple that they had been exploring. Now logic says she should have stayed there and waited to be rescued but she was much to curious and using the faint light from her glow stick she followed the tunnel, she cant say for certain how long she followed the tunnel until she reached a large stone door. Knowing she wouldnt be able to push it open she simple traced one of the intricate symbols that had been carved into its surface, wondering about the nameless statues of the Gods and Goddess that she had passed on her walk to the door, they had been long forgotten and locked away in a temple all but destroyed by time. As her fingers traced the symbol the door groaned and then it swung open.
Once inside the room, the tired and dirty Hazel couldnt help but marvel at the nine shimmering statues. Similar to those that had lined the hall she had just walked but bigger and much more intricate, how the room was lite she didnt know but she could see everything clearly and should coulnt help but be in awe. At the base of each statues was a gem, they were huge about the size of her fist if not a little bigger that seemed to glow for some sort of light source within. Hazel, will admit what happens next was extremely stupid on her part, she picked up the blood red gem from the base of one of the more frightening Goddess Statue. Next thing she knew she was clutching her arm to her chest as she curled up on the floor then nothing. No pain and the gem was gone. The artifact soon made its presence in the girls body known by trying to communicate in a way the dangers of letting anyone else find and make contact with the other gems.
Hazel couldnt not agree with that and allowed the Gem to take over her body as to create similar replacement stones and to carefully wrap the other gems up and stick them in Hazel's bag. It was hours later, hours that were spent getting to know the ancient being that was now living in her chest under a newly formed scar, that Barty and her father along with a few other people found her. They marveled at her discovery and one of the assistants was able to read the inscription on the door, it was a warning to those who entered about the nine gods whos power could only be used for evil that resided behind that door.
Whether it happened because the other gems were unhappy to be kept from finding hosts or because Hazel had used up all the luck for the day by only getting a couple nasty cuts from her fall earlier, but when the group was reascending with the fake gems in her fathers possession and the symbols from the statues bases all copied for translation, the line snapped and wrapped its self around Bart's neck. Instantaneous death.
Not able to live in Bakersville after Barty's death, Hazel decided to follow the fake gems with the real ones still being carried around on her person, take the job offered to her at the museum that the gems were to be on display for and settled into as normal of a life she could with a sentient gem living in her chest that allowed her control over her own blood and minimum control over other peoples. When the 'King of Spades' discovered her it was after she accidentally used her power on a man who had been attempting to attack her. He revealed himself and offered her a place to live and learn about her power, all she had to do was be willing to save the world when the time comes. She only had one choice. She said yes.
