forum If Tears Left Scars // One-On-One // CLOSED

Started May 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Name: Isla Adelaide
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Isla has pale skin with a few freckles. Her hair is waist length, similar to a crimson colour and typically in a fishtail or simple braid. Her right eye is a stunning green, and her left eye is a dull pale grey. This is caused by heterochromia iridum: she is not blind in her left eye.
Style: Isla has a simple style. It consists of jeans, simple t-shirts, converse sneakers and an oversized jumper.
Personality: Isla is kind and caring. She is defensive and often takes things seriously. She is pent up and hides what’s happening at home
Likes: Music, singing, her magic, her mother, Nathaniel
Dislikes: Her father, her brother, bullies
Background: Isla has dealt with an abusive father her whole life. And he polluted her younger brother, who started doing the same thing. They don’t care about her. They drove her mother to death, and Nathaniel is the only one who she properly trusts. At home, she receives cuts from her father and brother. At school, she receives bruises from bullies. She would use her powers, but she knows what the results would be.
Power/s: Chaos magic. This includes -
Reality warping; Magic probability manipulation; Teleportation; Matter manipulation; Time manipulation; Energy projection, manipulation and absorption
She is skilled at controlling it but can lose control when she is mentally unstable. This doesn’t happen often, but it’s usually like a switch flicking in her brain.
Other:

(sorry this took so long)

She ran. She didn't know where she was going yet, but she knew she had to get away from her house. She could feel the fresh, warm blood slowly dripping down from her forehead from where her father had hit her on the head with an empty beer bottle, but she ignored it. There were tear stains on her face, and she knew that everyone would know she had been crying tomorrow, but right now she didn't care. After a while of running, she figured out where her legs were taking her. Nathaniel's house.

Nathaniel strode around his house, his copy of Les Miserables in his hand. It had been about a year since he had finished it so it was about time to read it again. He breathed as he looked outside to the cloud covered sky. Hugo's prose was certainly beautiful. He glanced up at the sky again. It looked like it might give a sprinkling of rain soon. No matter. Rain would make the flowers grow. His gaze fell on a running figure. Her red braid was all too familiar as well as the look on her face. There was blood trickling down from her forehead. “Nachkoalnasl kinzireba!” he swore. He stumbled down the stairs and burst through the door. "Isla,"he shouted. He ran up to her and guided her through the door, glad his parents were gone for the week.

(So does everyone in this world have powers.)

(yeah its kinda just the thing0

Isla ran up to the bathroom, knowing Nathaniel's house like the back of her hand. She opened the cabinet and got out the first aid kit, hands shaking. She grabbed out a cotton ball and dabbed it to her face, trying to soak up the blood. Not seeing a bandage that would work, she looked up at her reflection in the mirror. Slowly, she used her magic to heal the wound, removing any glass and as she went. She winced in pain, but didn't stop. She could see her tears slowly creating scars on her face, but currently she didn't care.

Nathaniel followed behind her. "Shh. Let me." He guided her hands away from her face. "Tōht." The cuts on her face healed and the most recent scarring disappeared. "Your father?" he confirmed.

She nodded. "And…Damian as well." The images flashed in her mind. "He…he didn't do anything. Dad threw the bottle at me and then Damian tried to hit me with a fireball. I ran! I didn't know what else to do! I didn't even know I was coming here at first!"

"I'm glad you came." He pulled the curtains closed. "Do they know you would come here?"

(she can manipulate reality, so she can like heal her scars away to nothing)

"They don't care about me to know that," She answered, parts of her braid coming out and falling in front of her face. "Why don't I run? Why don't I have the courage?"

He sighed. "You know I'll do what I can." He turned around, just noticing he had put his book down somewhere. Not seeing it he turned back to her. "I have an idea. You can stay the night here. My parents are gone for a few days and… if you are lucky your father will not even notice you are missing."

She glanced at him, eyes searching his. In a quick movement, she wrapped him in a hug. "Thanks, Nathaniel. You're the only one I can trust."

He returned the hug, his hands lingering on her back. If they were other people the amount of time they spent like that would have been awkward. But to them it felt perfectly natural. She finally let go. "You're welcome Isla, no matter what, I am here for you." He glanced around the room as if to find his thoughts. He shook his head. "If that is settled, which room would you like? There is my parents bedroom, along with the couch if you want it." His mind didn't even consider his own.

She looked around as she thought, self-consciously running her hand over a scar that had healed over years ago. "Um…I really need to be in someone's company and to be by someone that I trust right now…could I maybe sleep in your bed? With you?"

He looked at her awkwardly. "I- I don't- I mean I didn't consider that. If you really need me. I suppose…" He ruffled the hair on the back of his head obviously a little uncomfortable but also desperately wanting to help his friend. "I suppose you may." he finally said.

"We could put a barricade of pillows between us," She suggested quickly. "I just really need someone to be with me. But if that makes you uncomfortable, I'll take your parents' bed."

"No no-" he protested. "It's fine." His line of sight fell at the slit in between the curtains where the light was slowly fading. "Are you hungry?"