Post by Nadia Blackburn on Oct 14, 2010 13:01:08 GMT -5
Nadia Lourdes Blackburn
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→ FULL NAME Nadia Lourdes Blackburn
→ NICKNAME Nadia, Nalaa. Burner
→ AGE 23
→ GENDER Female
→ SPECIES Human
→ BLOOD TYPE O+
→ OCCUPATION Coffee slinger at the Grey Dog
→ PLAY BY Hayley Williams
→ HAIR Her hair is naturally a dirty blonde, but she's been dying it a bright red since she was a freshman in high school. What was once written off as an 'experimental phase' has transcended into everyday norm for her.
→ EYES Naturally they're dark brown, but she has non-prescription colored contacts in a deep green shade to make the red hair seem more 'normal'.
→ STATS five foot six inches & one hundred forty pounds.)
→ BODY She's fairly thin, having not done much physically with sports in her childhood and spending a fair amount of her time either reading or writing. She's fair skinned, having lived in the northeast for her entire life.
→ FEATURES Nadia has an eyebrow ring in her right eyebrow, but she's required to remove it while at work at the coffee shop. She also has a small scar that's dotted on the back of her hand from a mistake from her youth where she tried to extinguish a lit shoelace by waving it around - it landed on the back of her hand and left a small burn scar the size of a pencil eraser.
→ WARDROBE
Work Uniform: A white button down blouse with a pair of dark skinny jeans and black ankle high boots. She's also required to wear a dark green half apron when she's serving to tables at the coffee house.
Internship Wardrobe: When she's writing, or researching for an article - she tends to try and keep with the professional guise of a full-fledged journalist. She wears differing combinations of skirts, slacks, and blouses with tailored jackets.
Free time: When she's not at work or working on her degree - Nadia generally wears casual clothing. T-shirts, jeans, and she tries to go barefoot as often as she can. It's quite dirty in New York City.. so that tends to only be at home or if she's wearing flip flops in the park or at the beach.
→ LIKES Writing / Coffee / City Lifestyle / Yoga / Technology / Lyricless Music
→ DISLIKES Rural living / Soda / Red Meat / Artificial Food additives /.Adaptations of books to film / Chemical hair dye
→ STRENGTHS Occult Knowledge / Contacts / Anonymity / Ambidextrous
→ WEAKNESSES Germaphobe / Hypersensitivity to scents / Anemic / Superstitious
→ SKILLS *Oneiromancy
→ FEARS Demons / Friday the 13th / Starbucks going bankrupt
→ FULL PERSONALITY Nadia isn't exactly the type who can just infinitely blend into the background. Her fiery red hair is her staple, but she also has embraced her gypsy heritage. She adores head scarves and chunky jewelery, most of which have some sort of occult symbolism somewhere woven within. She's really embraced the folklore of her history and is somewhat of a fashion pariah at her workplace. While her work wardrobe is professional, her casual dress is somewhat of a mixed variety. She doesn't believe in spending too much on something as temporary as clothing, and loves to shop second hand. This sometimes is interpreted as 'not caring', but this is partially due to the fact that she always seems to have white hair on her pant legs or skirts. In truth, this is due to her chestnut/white Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named 'Geisha'. She tends to shed quite a bit, since Nadia lives on the top floor in her studio and the heat from the building all rises up to her floor.
New York City living has agreed with Nadia. She's been enveloped into a sub-culture that exudes sophistication and Nadia's definitely found the parts that she can embrace. She's always had a passion for writing, and she is absorbed by all things high tech. She has a second hand laptop that she uses for work and school, but she's still a fan of the old fashioned pen and paper for article progression. She loves social networking and texting. The fast-paced city, coupled with her over-indulgence in coffees has lead for her to explore de-stressing methods and has fallen in love with yoga. She appreciates all forms, but she finds bikram yoga (yoga done in overly hot temperatures) to be the most therapeutic when she can find the time (and the funds) to attend such a class.
Since moving to New York City, Nadia has become a strict vegetarian. She eats no meats, no animal by-products (steering clear of dairy, egg, etc) and has recently taken a step further to abolish all artificial foods. This lead to her increasing her coffee and tea intake, as she's cut out soda entirely. She even writes a freelance blog about her diet and experiences in her spare time. She has grown so fond of the city, that the idea of moving back to the rural areas she grew up in leaves a bad taste in her mouth. She hasn't had a particularly bad experience in the 'boonies', but she can't imagine her life anymore without the lights, glamor, and excitement of the city. Part of the city living has brought her closer to the entertainment business, and as a hardcore writer she absolutely detests the theater adaptations to her favorite novels. It's one of the few things she'll truly go on a rant about, as opposed to her vegetarian or religious views.
Journalism has a nasty way of de-sensitizing people to the horrors of the world, writers in particular. Exposure to these things has given Nadia a less-than pleasing view of the world. As such, she sometimes comes across as cold or even insensitive to those around her, due to her lack of pity. Unfortunately she's a horrible liar and has trouble covering up her less-than pleasant opinions when asked. As ironic as it may sound though, Nadia's incredibly love-struck. She falls in love easily and expresses it freely. It's part of her overall nature, and she's easily approachable. She has a friendly demeanor that seems to draw people in to her. She's developed an uncanny memory and it earns her quite a few extra bucks at work while waiting the tables at the coffee shop.
→ MOTHER Penelope Blackburn (Weiss) - Age: 47 - Status: Alive
→ FATHER Jacob Blackburn - Age: 51 - Status: Alive
→ SIBLINGS Matthew Ian Blackburn (Brother) - Age: 19 - Status: Alive
→ IMPORTANT PEOPLE
Taylor - Co-worker - Age: 21 - Status: Alive
T-squared - Co-worker - Age: 27 - Status: Alive
→ BIRTHPLACE Milton, Vermont, USA
→ BIRTHDAY January twenty-ninth, ninteen eighty-seven
→ FULL HISTORY
0-3: Nadia was born on January 29th, 1987 in rural Vermont to her parents, Penelope and Jacob Blackburn. She was named for her great-grandmother who fled Nazi-occupied France in the 1940s. As an infant, Nadia was quite average. She never showed signs of being 'advanced' at her age, nor did she learn to walk or crawl at any accelerated rate. She began to talk when she was just over a year old, which the pediatrician determined was due in part to the environment in which she lived. Nadia's mother was a stay-at-home mom, and while doing her household chores would sing songs or explain what she was doing to a little Nadia who would motor around the house in her walker. The exposure to the English language at such an early age, and it's continued exposure, would inevitably be what pushed Nadia to pursue a career in writing.
4-6: When Nadia was four years old, she had her first brush with her gift. Her mother was dressing her that morning, and Nadia had a habit of talking her mother's ear off with her dreams she had that night. Many times, they involved your normal children's dreams... things not out of the ordinary, perhaps related to something she'd seen or done the day before. However, this time she told her mother she was so excited for her new baby brother. When her mother told her that she was silly, and she didn't have a brother - Nadia looked up and insisted that she was going to have a little brother. She knew it, because she had a dream that she was taking her little brother to school with her. Her mother brushed the dream off, but two months later her mother discovered that she was pregnant.
Her father wrote it off as a strange coincidence, and Penelope didn't say anything in response. Despite her previous brush with the unexplainable in her young adulthood, and it was several months later and Nadia's brother Matthew was born. Nadia was nearing 5 years old, and was the overly attentive and doting older sister. By six, she hadn't had another brush with the unexplained and instead was preparing to begin kindergarten... much to her mother's worry.
7-11: Nadia's elementary school days were quite normal. She spent the early years learning rudimentary math, sciences, the senses, colors, and laying all sorts of foundations for the future. She had plenty of friends, but the locale wasn't very kid friendly. Houses were spread few and far between and so she spent her free time spread between reading and playing with her younger brother. Around the 3rd grade, she had been assigned to do a book report on the story of Sleeping Beauty. She discovered the original tale of Sleeping Beauty and her teacher was shocked at the horrific story she turned the report in on. Her mother tried to pry her away from such things, but Nadia's love for stories won out in the end and she continued to read them... only on the condition that she not re-tell the stories to her brother or her classmates. By the 5th grade, she was reading at an accelerated level and had forged a deep love for classic and horror stories. Her child-like innocence wasn't going to last long though.
12-17: In the 6th grade, Nadia entered middle school and began to excel in her English classes. They explored a genealogy unit for eight weeks, where Nadia learned about her great-grandmother, the Romani gypsy who was born in Slovakia. Nadia got an unnaturally low grade on her assignment that semester.. due to her getting distracted by the uniqueness of her great-grandmother and focusing too much of her time on her and not the rest of her family history. After the unit was over, Nadia went into research on the gypsies and Romani of Europe. Her digging lead to the folklore and myths about gypsy bands that would tell fortunes and seers who would predict the future. She brought the information to her mother, Penelope, who would finally divulge what she knew and what she'd done in her own youth. Excited, Nadia began to look for signs and she'd dig and pry at friends and relatives to discuss their dreams in hopes to pull some sort of knowledge out of them. It wasn't until she drug out a couple of shady dreams from her father, that would inevitably lean towards the death of her paternal grandparents, that she stopped digging for information and instead tried to look away from the portent dreams. Instead, she dug more into the supernatural and the occult and began to amass her collection of books and reports. She worked at a drug store part-time, starting at 16 and used good portions of her paychecks to try to expand her own personal library. She graduated in 2005, just a couple of months after turning 18.
18-Present: Nadia took in a couple of years at Johnson State College where she earned an Associates degree in communications. She worked for the county newspaper for a year afterward before she yearned to break free of the rural 'middle-of-nowhere' feeling. She applied for admittance to CUNY and was accepted for the 2009 fall semester. She moved to New York City, finding a job with a local coffee shop called the 'Grey Dog' and working freelance for a rag sheet NY newspaper. Her parents helped her get herself situated in New York, but she's managed to get a handle on her own business fairly quickly. She adopted a dog from the New York ASPCA, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel that's chestnut brown and white, named Geisha. Part of her desire to move to New York City (aside from the journalism opportunities) was through one of her books. She read (several times) a book by Katherine Ramsland, that focused on the New York underground 'vampire' movement and the supernatural that seemed to resonate from the city that never sleeps. Several of her 'vampire hunter' clubs she checked out were little more than over-zealous fans of vampire myths, or rather even some disgruntled fans of Anne Rice or Japanese anime gone wrong. Despite the lack of organization, Nadia was determined to follow in the guise of a true hunter. She has yet to encounter a true supernatural creature, but she's sure... when she finds one, she'll be ready.
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Nadia's feet shuffled across the wooden floor of her studio apartment, clad in a thick pair of cotton socks. She had that dream again... Inexplicable. Impossible.
That was the word that kept resonating in her mind. Impossible. The awkward dream felt like a scene from a movie. A long standing war with angels and demons, flanking each side of the mortal plane. Between them stood vampires. Werewolves. Zombies. Power struggling, ebbing and flowing from each facet..while that word pounded behind her skull.
Impossible.
It was a known issue with writers, getting words stuck in your head long after they're necessary. Nadia poured a cup of coffee as she yawned and stretched her free arm upward. Geisha stood up, stretching her self out from her oversized pillow. Nadia looked over at her with a smile before bringing her coffee cup with her to her small desk in the corner. She has notepads scattered all over the small wooden surface and she digs a pencil out of the top drawer and stares at the blank yellow legal pad.
Impossible.
She writes it down, mildly frustrated as she stares holes into the paper in front of her. It nagged her.. it begged. Plead. Again, she scrawls the word across the paper and she repeats it aloud to herself. "Impossible... Angels, Demons.. of course it's impossible."
She lists them again... angels, demons, vampires, werewolves.. the word impossible beside every one of them. She looks over her list, taking a long drink of her coffee with a weary sigh. The day was going to be one of those days if she didn't scrape this inconsistency off her brain. The way her inner voice nagged that she wasn't looking at the right picture. The way her brain looked at the words screamed there was nothing to see there. She set the cup down, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. Something had to be in there. Something...
Impossible.
Impossible.
I'm possible...
Nadia sat upright, looking at the word carefully again. Impossible. Im possible. .... I'm Possible.
The pencil clattered to the floor as she hastily scooted the chair back from her desk. All of them... angels, demons... everything.
Possible.
An entire war with supernatural figures. Guises. Terrors. Nadia shivered at the though, clutching her shoulders despite the fact that her small apartment was growing warmer every moment as heaters below her kicked on in protest. She knew it wasn't luck.. it couldn't be. Her great-grandmother's talents... her mother... the prophecy unfolding before her was no accident. It was Intentional. Demanding.
And it terrified her.
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