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"Reality is but a prison."
Name:
Dorethea Bolton
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
Abilities:The Reaper
It began with a simple intuition. An awareness of mortality that strayed beyond that of any normal human being. Dorethea could sense when people were going to die. It began when she felt the life flowing out of a sickly young girl during her time working in the town hospital. After that, she became capable of detecting the deaths of all terminally ill patients long before the doctors could. It then evolved to the point where she could detect a person’s life span simply by standing near them. Eventually she even gained the ability to be aware of all living things. No one could sneak up on her anymore. It was as if she could sense the life within a person. The source of this phenomenon is unknown to her, but what is clear is that this awareness is actually a small piece of something far greater.
What Dorethea doesn’t know is that she was born with a tremendous power. Dorethea is capable of manipulating the very forces that allow life to exist, the energy source that is the origin of all living things. Her body is a conduit for raw life force energy, being capable of drawing it from and granting it to all living things. The effects of life force manipulation are barely understood, but some abilities that will become available to her are Energy Projection and Solidification, Physical Enhancements, Enhanced Lifespan, Healing (Self and Others), Life Drain(Most effective via touch), and Life Detection (As is currently being used, though without any control.) In theory, she could even bring those who are dead back to life, though it is uncertain whether she will ever achieve such control over her powers.
Appearance:
Dorethea is not a beauty by any typical respect, but neither is she unattractive. Her physical flaws are charmingly balanced by her positive features, suggesting a unique and natural splendor. Her hair is rather thin and wispy; taking on a seemingly ethereal quality when the wind blows it about; it is silver and shiny like threads of starlight. Her skin is remarkably pale, almost to a degree that might seem off putting, and yet, combined with her hair it serves to grant her an eerie sort of allure. Her most remarkable features are her eyes, which are a shade of sea green so bright, as to almost seem luminescent. At the same time, she isn’t very curvaceous, retaining the body of a young girl, though admittedly, quite a bit taller. Standing at 5’2, she appears to be very frail, giving off an air of delicacy. In actuality, she is very flexible and agile, having spent much of her youth tumbling and running about in her parent’s gardens, and practicing gymnastics with private instructors (though eventually she was forced to stop her lessons). In a way, her thin and streamlined frame makes her more capable of preforming these feats of acrobatics.
Personality:
Dorethea Bolton is not well liked by the people of Pleasington due to her family background. As the daughter of one of the richest families in city, she is often regarded with a great deal of scorn borne out of the people’s intense dislike for her parents, who are immensely vain, regarding most other citizens of the city with contempt. Dorethea on the other hand, is quite the opposite, wishing she could be more like the people of the town. Most of the time, she is privately tutored at home, and very rarely does she interact with other people her age. At most, her exchanges with the other towns folk equate to receiving insults and jibes, of which she has long since stopped taking to heart. The girl doesn’t begrudge their insults, for she believes they are justified. Though she keeps it hidden, she too holds within her a powerful hatred for her parents; especially her father who keeps her cloistered within his large grim manor like a miser does with his money. It took a great deal of pleading to convince her father to allow her to work at the hospital, and even then it is under supervision.
Dorethea can often be found in her parents gardens. It is the only place where she truly feels at home. She feels a deep connection to the earth midst the many plants and small creatures that feed off of the planet’s energy source. There is a certain chain of life that she now is more in tune with than ever, and it almost seems that in the center of that garden she is more aware of the life force of the world than anywhere else.
Dorethea is very inexperienced with social interaction. As a result, the young lady is rather refined and taken aback by bawdy language, though she can occasionally be bawdy herself. The girl is quiet, and timid, which is often mistaken for shyness, though in truth, she feels perfectly comfortable around other people on the few occasions she manages to engage in public activities. When one is teased on a regular basis they either curl up and cry about it, or they callous up, and of course, Dorethea did the latter.
Dorethea is a caregiver. Ever since she was very little, Dorethea has had a great deal of compassion for all living things, and feels great loss even when those she doesn't know are harmed or killed by twists of fate. This trait has propelled her to take up nursing and hospital care practices, under the supervision of her mother who is a surgeon. Though, Dorethea's mother often chides her on wasting time catering to the wants and feelings of the ill, when the doctors know what is best of their patients.
Biography:
Dorethea was born not in the town hospital, but in Bolton Manor. She was delivered by a midwife whom the Boltons called in from out of town. Dorethea was born prematurely, and the midwife assumed that she would be too weak to survive as she appeared very feeble. Against the odds however, and much to the astonishment of the midwife, she eventually grew healthy.
During her youth, Dorethea had frequent brushes with death. It began during her fourth year of life when she was nearly taken by an asthma attack. The doctors feared that she would suffer brain damage from the time she went without proper oxygen flow, but the girl seemed fine once the proper procedures were administered. The physicians who resuscitated Dorethea marveled at her physical resilience despite appearing so fragile. Since that day, she met with other near accidents, such as nearly drowning in a lake, nearly being hit by a car, and a couple other similar instances.
Not all of her run ins with mortality were personal. Through her mother, a surgeon, Dorethea was frequently exposed to reports of fatally ill patients, and of failed attempts to save an injured individual. Death became a very personal and intimate part of her life. To Dorethea, this familiarity and understanding of death served to enlighten her and to help her develop compassion for living things, but for her parents it made them paranoid and overly controlling. They kept their daughter more or less imprisoned within their large manor, preventing her from endangering herself and from enjoying life.
For years, she left the manor only in the company of her parents, and even then it was rare. Other people her age viewed her as pampered, but in truth, she hated her life, finding solace in only her small freedoms within the grounds. Eventually, she became fed up with her entrapment, so she argued with her parents to let her out of the house. Though she didn't attain true freedom, she managed to convince her mother to let her work at the hospital under light supervision. It was soon after she began working there that she began to feel her manifest in their earliest forms. To this day she works a the hospital, training her senses, knowing little where they come from.