Angel Seline Moreau
17
Aspec
femme leaning non-binary
she/her with a dash of they/them
Description: Angel has dull brown eyes and her dirty blonde hair was always tangled in knots, she combs through it with her fingers as a nervous habit, but her hair is so fine and damaged it gets tangled again in mere minutes. When you first look into their eyes, you see nothing but emptiness, sad and helpless. She had fire in her, but it was a quaint flame, deprived of the oxygen needed to thrive. Their outfits consisted of long, patchwork skirts and threadbare sweaters. She wore headbands to keep her greasy hair out of her eyes and sometimes she'd make jewelry for herself out of spare thread, metal, and anything pretty she found while out and about. They had one pair of work boots they wore constantly, steel toed and worn leather, they had to carve grooves into the rubber soles so they wouldn't be so slippery, but they wondered if it even made a difference.
Personality: Angel has an air of nonchalance that would almost be enviable if it wasn't clear that it was because she'd given up on a long and worthwhile life long ago. They don't care much about anything but her little sister and mother, and they often wondered what their lives would've looked like had she not been born. It always ends up with them wishing they could disappear into a void, like she hadn't existed in the first place. Due to this lack of a will to live, they could be quite reckless, they picked fights they couldn't win, they tempted fate often by walking that fine line between mortal injury and a little clumsiness. They wouldn't say they necessarily wanted to die or to be hurt, but they would take their suppressed frustration on her skin with a blade. Her mother and little sister would be heartbroken if they knew, but she figured if no one knew, no harm done.
Powers: The scientists sure had a sense of humor, the ability to melt into shadows, and enhanced strength and speed sounds like it'd be great, but considering the pain they had to endure in the process, it wasn't worth it. They grew longer, sharper canines, pushing her old teeth out so fast it felt like her mouth was constantly bleeding, and they were so sharp she'd cut her mouth up every time she ate at first. They had a constant need to bite something, and after a while they dulled enough that the worst part about them was the slight lisp, consistent itch to bite something, and a snaggle tooth when she didn't close her mouth carefully. Then there was the constant feeling of not feeling real, a natural dissonance between her new body and her brain. In short they, Angel, looked like and felt like a demon. It was a little funny.
Loved One's: Her mother Seline and her little sister Harmony, her father could be included. She hated his guts, but he was still her dad, and some stupid part of her still remembers when he would pick her up and spin her around.
Likes: They liked the moon and the stars and shiny things, whether it be sea glass or silver, she would always collect it to make into jewelry. She liked skirts that made you feel light when you spun and sweaters that covered her scars. She also liked her scars, from fights or otherwise. Yeah, they knew it was fūcked up, but the world was fūcked, so why couldn't she be? She loved braiding and brushing through soft hair i.e. not her own and baking low effort sweets. Buttered pasta was also a favorite of hers.
Dislikes: Bread, most foods really now, the texture of everything was wrong unless it was al dente pasta or meat. She hates black. Life in general wasn't in high esteem.
Strengths: Stealth, emotional intelligence, bravery (or stupidity, depends on how you look at it), confidence (or stupidity, again), high pain tolerance, street smarts, disproportionate strength, fighting
Weaknesses: Recklessness, lack of a will to live, malnourishment, sensitive to light.
Backstory: When Angel was born, her family had already owned a small house, something of a miracle in this economy, but even though the house was paid off, they couldn't afford utilities unless it was absolutely necessary. Ask her father and he'd say it was never necessary, your eyes get used to darkness, you don't need to shower every day, you didn't have to eat every day, drinking water is optional yada yada yada, in short, what she generously called her life didn't feel worth it. When they got older, they understood her father more, but the memories of hunger pains, dehydration, and the general grime that was always on their skin wouldn't let her like him any more. Angel did anything to get out of the house and she was far from careful about it, she was a bit of a delinquent, but when Harmony was born she stayed home babysitting. She was bitter about it for a long time until she realized suddenly how much more she enjoyed life when taking care of Harmony. Her parents were working all the time at that time, but then her mother took over raising Harmony when she lost her job and Angel was left once again to wander the streets aimlessly
Quotes:
"yeah, and what're you gonna do about it?"
"Me? A problem? Psh, next you're gonna say the sky's blue."
"And you should mind your own business."
