Post by Erin Tischloew on May 12, 2012 2:53:02 GMT -5
[app] Erin Luisa Tischloew [/app]
[app]Full Name:[/app] Erin Luisa Tischloew
[app]Preferred Nickname/Alias:[/app] Erin's fine. Goes by 'Ursula' or 'Ursula Southeil' online
[app]Gender:[/app] Female
[app]Age:[/app] 25
[app]Sexual Orientation:[/app] Opportunistically bisexual
[app]Member Group:[/app] Prophet
[app]Canon or Original:[/app] Original
Right, well, to start with there's the hair. Manic Panic Electic Lava, and she was so glad when it came out because she used to use Tiger Lily and have to spray in Punky Colour Orange Flame to get it vivid enough. Erin claims that she wants her hair to be visible from space, and she's well on her way.
Get past the hair, which isn't easy, and depending on your tastes she's either conventionally pretty or a little bit stunning. Depends on whether you like silver-blue eyes and long, skinny limbs, whether you can see past the hard lines of black eye makeup and the bright red lipstick to the sensitive lines of her face.
She's milk-pale no matter the season, she likes tight clothes and very high heels, and her nose is pierced but a lot of times she wears a tiny silver stud in it rather than a ring, easier to miss than it is to spot.
[app]Face Claim:[/app] Aleksandra Wydrych
[app]Likes:[/app]
- Vodka
- Her new netbook
- Orange (go figure)
- Orange (also the flavor)
- Rockabilly
- Motorcycles, not that she knows how to ride one
- Badass boys
- Badass girls
- Spicy food
- Nights with no entries in them
[app]Dislikes:[/app]
- Hangovers, though she usually works around them any more.
- Her freckles
- Grabby drunks
- Cops
- Indecision
- That jammy bastard Shurley
- People working for the demons
- Also, demons
- Bugs
- The visions, all right? The goddamned, excruciating, unrelenting fucking visions that took over her life, ruined her mind, and turned her into this...thing. Happy now?
[app]Strengths:[/app]
- Tremendously street-smart
- Knows a lot about hunting and supernatural creatures
- Knows at least some about the warring factions in Heaven and Hell
- Not useless in a fight
- If she ever really gets into trouble, an archangel shows up
[app]Weaknesses:[/app]
- Erin's a high-functioning alcoholic, she is rarely fully sober past noon but most people can't tell.
- The visions and the compulsion to write about them are utterly overpowering. If a vision begins she can put it off for a little while, sometimes, but if she pushes too far she'll go into something like a fugue state until she writes or types up what she sees.
- Somewhat inclined to self-pity, in a bitter sort of way.
- Runs right on the edge of broke most of the time, and has trouble holding down a job.
- Just chock-full of self-destructive habits: drinking, smoking, risky sexual behavior. You name it, she does it regularly.
[app]Fears:[/app]
- That there's no end, no reward. That it just keeps going on and then she's dead and stuck in some fucked-up fantasy version of her prom night forever and that's all she ever gets.
- That maybe, just maybe, she's crazy after all and none of this is really happening.
[app]Secrets:[/app]
- Erin is desperately lonely. She'd give almost anything for someone to hang on to.
- Sometimes she calls her Mom and tells her lies about how great everything's going, just to feel like her mother's proud of her.
[app]Habits and Quirks:[/app]
- Smokes, drinks, spits and swears.
- Obsessively applies hand sanitizer and lotion
[app]Overall Personality:[/app]
Again, it sort of depends where you're coming from. If you're young, straightforward, or just not very observant Erin's a hard-drinking, hard-partying girl, tough as nails and a hell of a lot of fun for a night or three, at which point you'll probably move on without a second thought. If you're a bit older, a bit wiser, you'll see right away that this girl is bleeding out. The sadness and the self-loathing hangs around her like a perfume, and no matter how violently she chases off any would-be Galahads, she could really use one.
Either you find some beauty in the broken or you don't, but either way Erin's not capable of changing what she is. She hides her education behind bluntness and well-displayed cleavage, hides her rage behind sarcasm, and most of all she hides the fact that she still loves and worships God with a desperate, helpless devotion that she kind of hates herself for feeling.
[app]Family:[/app]
- Mother: Clara Holden - Alive, living in Pierre, SD
- Stepfather: Christopher Holden - Alive, living in Pierre, SD
- Brother: Theodor Tischloew - Alive, living in Washington DC, Semi-Estranged
- Father: Michael Tischloew - Alive, living in Bismarck, ND, Estranged
- Stepmother: Eleanor Tischloew - Alive, living in Bismarck, ND
- Stepbrother: Alan Tischloew - Alive, living in Bismarck, ND
[app]Overall History:[/app]
Most people would never guess it, Erin doesn't want people to guess it, but she was a very nice girl growing up. A Danish princess, brown-haired and blue-eyed and a literal joy to her parents, her older brother's darling. Erin was sweet, she was devout, she was happy. When she was eleven and her parents divorced, Erin turned more strongly to her church for answers, finding them both in a profound and private devotion to God and in the community of good, loving people who made up the congregation.
It all went along fine until Erin was fourteen and she got the first vision. For months they thought she had a brain tumor. She'd see flashes of light, slow at first but getting brighter and brighter as the headache developed, and then the stories would start up. Dreams more vivid than than life, an ongoing tale of a family not her own, living through a brutal reality that was also not her own. She'll never forget the first one, the night she watched Bridgette and Joseph die. She still has the notebook where she scrawled it out in her looping, little-girl cursive. She has to write them down, it's the only relief there is, and she's learned not to try to fight that. The headache won't break, the panic won't calm, the pain won't stop until she locks it down in language.
She spent two years being tested for everything from migraines to brain cancer to schizophrenia. She was prescribed Ritalin, Adderall, Zoloft, thorazine. She prayed to God to heal her even as she watched her grades slip, her mother's relationship with both her father and her stepfather degrade, and everything she thought she knew about herself crumble away. She begged for answers for three years, and when she finally got those answers in the form of a visitation from Metatron she wished she'd been left ignorant after all.
Erin left home the day after high school graduation. Her Mom didn't need to deal with that shit. She worked retail and waited tables until she figured out how to get a fake ID and a Bartender's Bible and get work slinging drinks. She started the blog because she moved around too much to be hauling around stacks of notebooks. Easier to open up a blogspot account and get the visions out that way.
The blog's picked up a following, much to Erin's dismay. Her readers think that the 'adventures' of Malachi and Eve (she's never seen their names written and doesn't know she's misspelling Ki's name) are an extended fanfic based on the Carver Edlund novels. She's considered password-locking the blog, but at some level she knows that would be cheating. She's got to put it out there, and just trust that the right people will find it.
[app]Member Title:[/app] sibyl of the blogspot gospel
[app]Roleplaying Sample:[/app]
See Norah, Castiel, Ed or Adam.
[app]Player Name:[/app] Briar
[app]Player Age:[/app] Fossilized
[app]Years Roleplaying:[/app] Long enough that if roleplaying were a baby, it could now vote.
[app]Where You Found Us:[/app] Miss Devi.
[app]Other Characters:[/app] Norah Byron, Castiel, Jophiel, Zee Kerrick, Maire, Adam Milligan, Ed Zeddmore
[app]Favorite Supernatural Episode:[/app] Yellow Fever
[app]Favorite Supernatural Character:[/app] Castiel 4-evah.
