Personal Information

Your name: Lizzie~
Your age: 17, y'all.
Contact info: Pm me. Or send me a handwritten letter via owl.

Character Information:

Full Name: Luna Elizabeth Blackwood
Species: Superkid
Powers: [Pain Reflection] The ability to absorb the physical and/or mental pain of someone else in her vicinity onto herself. Her powers are nullified when her eyes are closed or covered, as she has to focus on the victim in order for the pain to be reflected onto herself. When she reflects the pain, the original victim is healed completely- physically and mentally.

Family:

• Father: James Blackwood III
  
• Mother: Marie Blackwood

Age: Nineteen
Birthday: December First
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Status: Single
Occupation: Struggling artist/waitress
A pretty color: Purple is sexy.

Appearance:

Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Normally a very pale blonde, but it's been dyed to a bright sky blue.
Body: Short and skinny. The girls' got no muscle and it's not hard to pick her up and take off with her. It's not like she can put up much of a fight anyways. She's used to people carrying her places. She's not THAT short, only around 5'5, but still, it's short enough.


Personality:
Luna's a bit of an oddball. Firstly; she can't sit still. Ever. Is it her ADHD that was never properly medicated? Perhaps. Well, no. It definitely is her ADHD. She'll jump from one thing to another in a millisecond, and if her foot isn't tapping on the floor, you bet she's bouncing from side to side like a dog in a cage.

She's very trusting, almost to a fault. She likes to see the good in people, even if those people aren't very good themselves. She's rather selfless, maybe a cause of her power, but she always wants to help those in need. She's usually the one to drop money in hats and tip a few extra dollars.

She's much like a child in her curiosity and her way of looking at things. However, when confronted with anything, she'll usually go red in the face and hop away like a deer in headlights. She doesn't like fighting, and will do anything to avoid it, which mostly means apologizing and being a general pushover before the actual fight even starts.

She's basically just a big, sweet, hyperactive kid that couldn't hurt a fly.

Likes: painting (mostly abstract), dogs, turtles, candy, sweet things, the forest, reading
Dislikes: cats, subways, caves, the dark
Strengths: Ridiculously high pain tolerance, and she's good at running away. If you let her slip between your fingers in a foot-race, she'll hide somewhere small and you won't be able to find her.
Weaknesses: She's very naive, and trusts too easily.
Fears: Being buried alive; caves.
Weapon of choice: Running. If not, her tiny fists'll do the trick.

History:
It was snowing when Luna was born. Her mother went to the local hospital, but rented out a nicer wing to give birth in - understandable, she didn't want to have to deal with the normalities of the middle-class labor. After just a few short hours, little Luna Blackwood arrived into the world.... and was immediately carted off by a team of respected (and well-paid) nurses. Her father didn't want to leave work- he was very busy- so Marie had to go through the labor alone. Maybe that's what caused the relationship between mother and daughter to be so rocky, but Marie didn't act like it bothered her.

She was pretty, but a complete and total airhead. It was simple: James married her for her looks, and Marie married him for his money. A few drunken nights later, They found out Marie was pregnant. James' parents were expected a child (hopefully a boy) to carry on the family name and run the company, and they were as thrilled as tight-faced old couples can be. Well, as the story goes, Marie didn't want the kid "I'm only nineteen, my body will be disgusting" but James didn't want the public to know that his wife got an abortion, so they decided to have Luna.

That's how Luna was raised. She always had enough money--too much money-- and her parents were usually trying to give her absurd amounts of money just to get her to shut up and get out of the house. She was raised by nannies, and formed a very close bond with one old, sweet Miss Annie.

Still, something was... off about her. When she was younger she wouldn't go outside, and when asked about it she would say "it hurts too much," no one understood, but after countless therapy sessions, at ten years old, Luna was officially shipped off to the gifted school. Her parents didn't mind. They had always been distant, and now they had a reason not to be around her, she was a freak.

Slowly she began to control her power, able to put up mental walls to block out the pain of day-to-day life. Still, when a friend would get hurt on the playground, she would burst into screams and hold the corresponding part on her body that was hurting so-and-so. Normally it was nothing big, just a scratch here and there, but after little Suzie had a broken arm one second and then Luna had one the next, people started to notice.

Now she's out of school, and works as a waitress. She still talks to Miss Annie, who's retired now. Her day-to-day life involves working and painting, trying to avoid trouble. Who knows, there are some hunters out there that don't like superkids, and some werewolf-vampire-lord-things might want to use her as a human shield. It's all very scary.


Sample post:
"You can't do it, you're a girl! Everyone knows that the only thing girls are good at is being stupid."
"Shut your mouth Billy! I bet you that I can reach the top of the monkey bars without any help!"
"Oh yeah? Try it!"
The tiny red-head puffed, her chubby cheeks turning red, hiding her freckles. Her hand gripped the cold metal of the monkey bars fiercely, and she grit her teeth, the cold october air nipping at her braids. She had barely reached the top and was beginning to climb over when a small voice raised out of the crowd that had gathered.
"Y-you don't really wanna do that," squeaked the tiny, pale thing that was Luna Blackwood. Her eyes were wide like a puppy, and she was wrapped up in an oversized red coat. The redhead on the monkey bars rolled her eyes, and the boys laughed at Loopy Luna, until the queen of the monkey bars fell, and an audible snap could be heard. She wailed in pain, but only for a split second, and then her deep wailing was replaced by something more of a dog yelping.

The children in the circle backed up, frightened. Suzie's hand was fine; not a scratch! But Luna's was bent in an awful way, and she was curled up on the ground, crying big, salty tears. She had to wear a cast for six months. The monkey bars were left bare the rest of the school year.

Approved!