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- Name: Serafine (Fin) Malaika do Swiatlo
- Meaning:
Serafine and Malaika both mean 'angel'
do Swiatlo is Polish for 'of light'
"Angel (x2 ^_^) of light" It makes sense! I've been on a biblical
theology kick lately, and in revelations it says that the undoing of
the world will come disguised as an angel of light *taps nose* get it?
So very tired...
- Age: 17
- Blood Type: AB-
- Birthday: January 24
- Zodiac: Aquarius
- Birthstone: Garnet
- Birthplace: Scissa (but her unsuspecting human counterpoint was
born in Bismark, North Dakota)
- Likes: Coffee, it's the drink of life; that three AM burst of
adrenaline when she gets a good idea for her column; her boss,
Garnet; the fact that she, finally, gets to live on her own; her
job (not many do, she writes a humour-type column for a scientific
magazine); chemistry experiments that require protective clothing;
group hugs (life support's a group for people coping with life, you
don't have to stay too long... *score! RENT reference!*); Hitler,
Mussolini, any of those freaky facists who wanted one race; the sexy
musician Tal who lives next door; the pretty boy who scoops her
fro-yo ^_-
- Dislikes: Morning, she doesn't like crawling out of bed until, at
least, 11:00; Going back to "that hellhole of a habitation that
dares call itself a town."; cheese (if I want to put a load of
bacteria into my fragile system, I'll just lick a subway handle);
people who don't think she's funny; people in general...; people of
any religious or moral persuasion coming to her door and solicitng
money or conversion; anything that has to do with any body part
getting stuck to cold metal in winter
- Strengths: Analogies, metaphors, and comparing people to various
foods; has the quickest draw (of mace) below 14th street (whoo!
RENT reference number deux); speaks Klingon; lock-picking; mixing up
fun chemicals; Knows what a slide ruler is and how to use it.
- Weaknesses: Interacting with people... she's a little paranoid;
tobacco (two packs a day, more if she's stressed); alcohol (a bottle
of tequila a week obviously says something is wrong...); and, of
course, she does drugs too (what good is entropy without the character
spiralling into chaos all the time?); she broke her right leg a few
years ago and it collapses easily; loneliness, she's lonely as hell,
but trusts no one *shrugs*;
- Fears: Permanently losing control
- Colour: eggshell
- Theme: Entropy (also, I would like to point out that this was a
kick ass movie, and everyone should see it just for the talking cat.)
- Affiliations: Nightmare senshi... birds of a feather flock
together
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Appearence
Fin is demonically attractive, when I picture her in my
mind, the image that she most closely resembles is Marlene Dietrich
in 'Devil is a Woman.' She has 'officially' never cut her hair and
it reaches down to just above her waist, but whenever she is nervous
she likes to play hairdresser on herself and her hair is
inconsistantly layered throughout. Her eyes are never one consistant
colour, skipping from coal black, to prairie sky blue to sunset
mauve. Her facial structure is angled, with nary a soft curve in
site, her cheekbones are pronounced and her jaw is angular.
Fin's body fluctates too, depending on her creative level at the
moment. The less she has to do to occupy her time, the more weight
she gains, the more, she flutters away to nothing. Usually she stays
between 105-115 pounds on her 5'2" frame. She's voluptuous and to
picture her body shape better, think of Rose McGowan or Kate Winslet.
When choosing clothes, Fin is not one to follow style or taste. She
wears what she wants, when she wants, and woe betide on the poor
individual who tries to stand in her way. She will pair the plaid
pants she bought in 1996 during the throes of her belated angst-lust
for Kurt Cobain with a sparkling, fancy-schmancy tank top she bought
for holiday parties. It's not unusual to knock on her door while
she's writing her column and find her wearing a ballgown and combat
boots.
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History
The first person who pushed Fin on her long road to being a
pessimistic genocidal maniac waiting to happen was her first grade
teacher, Most people would blame th parents, but Fin never saw them
because they were usually out of the country, so we won't worry about
them. The most striking (hah) thing about this teacher (appropriately
monikered 'Miss Sargent') was the fact that she used to hit kids
that didn't have proper spelling or grammar. Thusly, Fin developed
tenaceous spelling and grammar habits (much better than her creator's).
The elementary school years were terrible for Fin. She was, at the
beginning, bright and extroverted (VERY extroverted) but soon learned
that people don't like those who have an opinion. She foud the
Entropy stone in grade four, when she was walking her dog in the
ravine behind her house and came across a light, slightly glowing
stone. She picked it up to look at it (thinking of the glowing
stones from the Indiana Jones movies) and felt this rush of
electricity run through her veins. She fainted and when she woke up,
she grabbed her dog and ran from the clearing leaving the shining
navy stone where it was.
In junior high, Fin switched into a homeschooling program on her
personal computer. She excelled in her studies, pushing herself
ahead enough to graduate when she was sixteen. She took a year off
before university, just wanting to relax and give her time to
prepare for life in Missoula (University of Montana). To occupy her
time, she started working more in the chemical lab she built in the
basement. She kept a journal of every experiment, sprinkling it with
amusing anecdotes and funny margin scripts/dialogues/cartoons. Her
mother was a self-help book writer and during the summer right
after graduation, Garnet Rogers (oops, Canadian reference...), her
mother's main publisher was visiting the family. He was on the
verge of launching a new science magazine (New Science) and
came across Fin's journal splayed carelessly on the dining room table.
Garnet loved the journal, he thought it was absolutely brilliant that
she knew so much about chemistry, and that she liked making fun of
scientific progresses. He offered to set her up in an apartment in
New York, get her legally emancipated, and pay her to ridicule the
very people who were trying to better the world. Fin jumped for joy
at the chance, and her parents balked at the idea of her not going
to university. But, after a few dozen debates and throwing of
tantrums, Fin moved to New York and ended up with her name in print
(Speaking in Tungstens by S.M. do Swiatlo).
Now, Fin lives in a lovely apartment near the publishing office and
can't believe her great luck of being paid to live in New York (in
an apartment bought by her publishers) and make fun of people.
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Personality
When you first meet her, Fin is not very nice. In fact, she's never
very nice to anyone, except for Tal, Garnet, and hot fro-yo scooping
boy (she thinks he looks like a Colin, with one 'l'). In her scant
seventeen physical years on this earth, she's developed an intense
loathing and contempt for human life. It's not her fault, it's just
that she's the... half rotted apple in the barrel full of rotten ones.
Fin lives her life in extremes. Most of the time, she (thinks she)
has complete and utter control over every aspect of her life. Sure,
she may have a drink (or two, or three, or eight) a day (despite being
underage) and smoke a little (*scoffs*) and she might inhale some sort
of illegal narcotic every little while.... but she is in control.
You got it, buddy? All of the time, she is rigid about everything.
Her apartment is usually spotless, a little bit of clutter can send
her over the edge, and she never, EVER, spills ANYTHING. And she
had plastic slipcovers on her couches and chairs. But some of the
time, she has to lose complete and utter control. And she does that
well, some would say she livens a party up. Others would say she's a
freaking loon.
The thing Fin wants the most is to not be lonely. She's always been
lonely (what with the absentee parents that I was just to lazy to
describe, and the mean schoolchildren) and it's the worst part of her
life. What she wants, and admits only to the diary she keeps under
lock and key of a password protected diskette-diary (pass: theend),
is someone who... loves her. Not in that cheesy sappy, let's run
away and marry in Vegas love, but someone who is comfortable enough
to brush their teeth with her and spit, sleep in the same bed (quote
from the disk-diary: 'There is nothing more intimate than sleeping
together. I don't mean sex, either, diary. I think that people only
let their guard down and become themselves when they're asleep, and I
think.. I know that I want someone who loves me enough to sleep
beside me. And I want someone who I can sleep beside'), and just
love her.
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Sailor Nightmare Entropy
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Fuku: She wears a black corset that is rather asian influenced with
off-white piping. On her bottom half she wears plain black pants with
slight flares, and black high-heeled boots. Wrapped around this is
a gauzy eggshell wrap that she can throw off when she wants to fight
and can magically find when she wants it again. Her hair hangs long
and loose and her eyes mostly appear to be purple. Though you rarely
see it, her seal is on the back of the corset at the base of the neck.
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Henshin: Nightmare Entropy Power, Make Up!
Fin yells this and her seal appears under her breastone. Her clothing
and features melt away, leaving only a dark blue outline, with the
glowing stone. The stone explodes, leaving Sailor Nightmare
Entropy standing there, looking tough and defiant and all 'you want
summa dis?'
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Attack One: Logarhythm of a Probability
If Entropy (her new shortened name for laziness) screams this and
then concentrates very hard on what is happening around her, she can
change the situation in a very slight way. She can make it better or
worse for her team, she doesn't really have any control over it. The
power of the attack is related to the amount of astral energy Entropy
is harbouring at the moment (if she's really pissed it will work
better) or is related to the size of the area she's fighting in. If
she is is a small area, it will work better. It's easy to avoid,
break her concentration, or exhaust her before she uses the power.
It also makes her pretty must a sitting duck for any attack lobbed
her way.
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Attack Two: Maximum Framework
Entropy mutters this and freezes on the spot. She draws on all the
heat around her to form a ball of pure white energy (otherwise known
as light --;) in her left palm. All the heat she can draw into her
body within a ten second period converges in her hand and can be shot
out at anything she points her hand at for a distance of twenty metres
(about sixty feet or so). It can be blocked by metal, which absorbs
the energy and converts it back to heat. Naturally, this doesn't work
all that well in winter, but would rock your socks if they lived in
Brazil.
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Writing Sample
Fin do Swiatlo had been splashed by her taxi as it had pulled away
fropm the curb. Now, she rushed sullenly up the stairs, feeling her
woolen socks squishing within her boots at every step. She kept her
head low and her coat wrapped tightly around her as the snow embedded
in the lining started to melt. So intent was she on getting to her
apartment and a clean dry pair of jeans was she that she didn't
notice that someone had stepped onto the third floor landing until
she crashed into Tal, knocking herself to the ground.
"Seraphine?" Tal asked, helping her to her feet.
Fin stared at him for a moment, "y-you know my name?"
Tal furrowed his eyebrows and nodded. "Yeah... um... why were you..."
he trailed off, not bothering to finish the thought.
"I'd rather you call me Fin. And move, because I just got doused in
snow and I'm wet and cold and wanting to kill the next person I see."
She squeezed her eys shut. 'Just stop talking Fin... moron.' Said her
brain.
"Okay, Fin..." Tal adjusted his jacket sleeves while studying her
face. "Um, you have a little snow right-" he reached out long,
spider like fingers and brushed away some snow that had been dribbling
down her cheek. The tips of his nails brushed the top of her ear as
he pulled his hand away and wiped it on his pants. "There."
Fin felt her cheeks start to blush pink. "Uh, th-thanks." She
tightened her death grip on her coat and started towards the door.
"See, uh, you around.. I guess." She quickly opened the hall door and
ran down it, hearing Tal yell "bye!" from the stairwell.
Her fingers were trembling as she opened her apartment door and she
turned slowly towards the mirror in her foyer. Her cheeks were
already bright pink from the cold. Her coat, wrapped so tightly,
showed off some of her better assets. And her hair was wet and
ringlets were forming.
Maybe it was all in her imagination, but Tal's fingetips lingered on
her face for longer then they had too. In fact, he didn't even need
to wipe the snow off her. But still, a minute after the fact, and
she could still picture the the warmth of his fingers on her skin, and
the light tracing of his nails along her ear.
Smiling a little, Fin unzipped her boots and headed into her bedroom
to slip into something a little more... shall we say, comfortable.
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More
Picture (Adobe hates me, BTW)
My name is Donna. You should let me in your RPG because I like this
character a lot. And I have a crush on Lusus... I've played in a few
PBeM RPGs and have some random characters floating about the
internet. My webpage is at krush.
God has feet if you believe he does.
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