"I always like to win. But I'm the big sister. I want to make sure she has everything, even if I don't have anything."
- Venus Williams
Name: Alaura Dawn Aset
Nickname: Dawn, Miss A, Lala (only by her sisters), A.
Age: 23 years young.
Sexuality: Pansexual. ⚤
Pantheon: Egyptian.
Ancestor: Isis.
Occupation: Elementary school teacher and nurse.
Likes:
☑ Children
☑ Her sisters
☑ Education
☑ Apples
☑ Painting
Dislikes:
☒ Child abuse
☒ Orange (the color)
☒ Graveyards
☒ Smoking/Drinking/Drugs
☒ Lawyers
Fears:
! Aichmophobia [Fear of needles]
! Apiphobia [Fear of bees]
! Hypsiphobia [Fear of heights]
Hobbies:
⚓ Painting
⚓ Jogging
Ancestor: Isis, the Egyptian goddess and patroness of nature and magic. Protector of the dead and the goddess of children.
Powers:
♧ Neutralize. The ability to suppress the powers of another magical being. [Gift of protection, from Isis. From goddess of magic.]
⚘ Natural Whisper. The ability to communicate with plants. She can gather information about people and events by listening to what the grass, flowers, and trees have to tell her. If touching the plant, she gets flash-like images of what has happened around the area. [From goddess of nature.]
ღ Healing touch. The ability to heal the wounds of others, but not herself. [From goddess of protection.]
Weaknesses:
♧ The more power she is suppressing, the more it drains her.
⚘ During a flashback she cannot see or hear what is being said or done around her. Areas where people have died can send her into multiple flash backs and sobbing spells, as she is faint of heart and seeing murders or witnessing countless funerals break her heart and give her nightmares. Receiving too much information at one time can lead to anything from headaches to dizziness, blackouts, nose bleeds, vomiting, or a coma.
ღThe larger the wound, the more it drains her. When she pushes herself too far side effects include dizziness, blackouts, nose bleeds, vomiting and potentially death.
Strengths:
♕ Very artistic. (Painting/sketching)
♔ Wonderful pianist and singer.
Thoughts:
Alaura wishes that all of the fighting would stop. She firmly believes that the children are the future, and she can teach them to love each other instead of hating each other for who their ancestors were. She feels as though the Greeks have invaded her home, a place that was already cramped, but she is trying to accept them and welcome them. She just wants the best for her sisters.
Personality:
Alaura is, in a word, motherly. She is always willing to lend an extra hand, even if it's to a complete stranger. She doesn't have much, but what she does she is willing to give for the happiness of others. Like her ancestor, Isis, she has a deep and ever growing love of children which is why she became an elementary teacher, and part time nurse. Miss A, as her students call her, is very caring and patient. She'd have to be, working with children all day! For Alaura it just comes naturally, she doesn't have to try not to lose her temper because she always has it well under control. She is a soft-spoken and intelligent woman, who enjoys a challenge. Alaura is always willing to try new things, and looking for new ways to engage her students. Children--the future, that's where her priorities always fall, including her two younger sisters whom she deeply cherishes. As a teacher she is enthusiastic, with a good sense of humor. As a sister, she has always been more of a mother with a good sense of humor, and very responsible.
Alaura often feels like her sisters are all she has in the world, which can make her a little overprotective sometimes. She can come across as a push over, all rainbows and sunshine, but deeper than that she is genuinely a good person. When crossed, she can be almost comical- not wanting to raise her voice or say anything to hurt anyone. Cussing is completely out of her character. Lying is never easy for her, but she will if it is to protect her sisters or students. She's very creative, and her favorite subject to teach is art. At least.. that's the Alaura everyone knows and loves. On the inside, she's a quiet woman with slight OCD, who is feels lonely and guilty. She may never forgive herself for what happened to her parents, and what landed her custody of her younger siblings.
Motherly || Caring || Outgoing ||Inteligent || Softspoken || Patient || Understanding || Enthusiastic || People person|| Calm || Good sense of humor || Enjoys a challenge || Responsible
History:
Joseph Aset, was a tall, strong man with dark hair. He worked as a police officer for years, protecting the city from outsiders and residents. He was a quirky man, with a wonderful sense of humor and a love of the arts. He was on a standard day of patrolling when he came across the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her name was Evangeline Guthrie, a petite woman with large doe brown eyes. She had just moved from Egypt, where she grew up along the Nile. Now, many people do not believe in love at first sight, but this was it-- real and true. Her father know the moment he laid eyes on her, that she was the one. A months of asking, she finally agreed to let him take her out on a date. Two years and a beautiful wedding later, their first child was born. Alaura Dawn Aset. She was the pride and joy of her parents, and the apple of her mother's eye. Every night, Evangeline would sing Alaura to sleep with songs of her home land.
Alaura enjoyed the spoils of being an only child until she was [x] years old, when her younger sister was born. Unlike a lot of children, Alaura was thrilled to have a baby sister. She was so excited, and proud of be [x]'s older sister. Over the years, Alaura taught her everything she knew; wanting to be just like their mother. When Alaura was sixteen her father let her drive the family van. Everyone was inside, so of course her mother was nervous. "Just take it slow, little bird," her mother called from the back seat. She was nervous. Everything was going so smoothly, everything was perfect... until they crossed the bridge that led to their family's home. A herd of cattle had somehow broken free from their fence, and stormed onto the road. "Dad!" she screamed, slamming on the breaks. There was a little boy, thirteen years old, standing in front of the cows, waving his arms to signal for her to stop. Panicked, because she was driving too fast to stop the van in time, she swerved.
The minivan crushed through the wooden railings of the bridge, and plummeted into the river below. She woke up in the hospital two weeks later. Her father sat by her bed, her younger sister on his lap, asleep. He looked tired, and his eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Papa?" She struggled to sit up, but a throbbing in her head sent her back onto the bed. She was told later that she had nearly drowned trying to save her baby sister from the back seat, and the concussion she received had put her into a coma. Their mother, born by the edge of the Nile river, was claimed by the water. Drowned. They told her there was nothing they could have done, but Alaura still blamed herself. If she had payed more attention, maybe... if she had breaked sooner, if she had just run over the boy instead of swerving... If only.
As the years went on, Alaura took on the role her mother had played. Getting her sister up, dressed, and ready for school every day. She left for college a year early, thanks to good grades. She went to school at a university near by, and got her teaching degree. She now lives in a one bedroom apartment above her father's bakery. Her father still lives in her childhood home, a cosy house by the riverside just across the bridge. He's older now, and spends his days in the bakery.
WIP
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