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Character name: Alisia Amara
Nicknames: Ali
Character age: 24
Birthdate: July 22
Gender: Female
Is this character supernaturally inclined? Elemental [fire] witch
Strengths: Fire, fall/summer, heat
Weaknesses Water and cold weather
Weapons carried on person: None

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Loose red curls
Eye colour: Vivid emerald green
Portrayal: Some hair model
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Physical description: Alisia is not the tallest person, but her simple beauty makes her quite elegant. Her hair is usually worn down, and simple dresses that usually fall to her ankles or the floor are worn. Gloves typically adorn her pale arms for they help to keep her sane. Her vivid green eyes are usually surrounded by a thick ring of black eyeliner, causing them to pop. As her magic consumes her, they glow a darker, more mysterious green, like an emerald in the darkness- that mysterious dark depth. Her body is free of any and all tattoos and piercings, but a few burn scars line her palms from holding onto burning objects early into her power.

Likes: Heat, summer, fall, fires, loose fitting clothing, black, silk
Dislikes: Water, cold weather, tight cramped spaces
Fears: Water, cold weather, lose of her power
Nervous habits: Alisia bites her lip when she's nervous and tends to hum to herself if she's fighting back having herself 'snap'. She loves to play with fire, and is drawn to all things hot. She hates the winter because her magic isn't as powerful, but loves being in front of a fireplace and having sparks crawl across her skin.

Personality description: Alisia is rather bold once she gets to know people. At first, her long red hair cascading around her fair skin with those vivid eyes gives her a coy and innocent expression, which, may or may not be true. However, once she knows more than just your name, Alisia's temper is as fiery as her abilities. She is known for her mood swings- never exactly stable, but then again, neither is fire. She may be sweet and seductive one moment, but then go and burn you the next. Once she gains your trust however, she is as docile as a newborn with those long dark lashes and beautiful big bright eyes.

When nervous or scared, she will often nibble on her lower lip, sucking it in between her lips and causing rivulets of blood if she lets herself get carried away. She doesn't mind the taste of blood, but it only makes her soar with that burning lust of blood and pain. There is a part of Alisia that is heartless. As cold and bitter as ashes are as the flames die away. This almost demon-like darkness within the young woman is seen in the worst of times for Alisia, and often never seen again by the victim it finds next.

This 'thing' within Alisia is like a sane human's conscience, that thing that tells you right from wrong, or the devil sitting atop one shoulder while the angel on the other goes on leave. When in her magic in its worst and most vile way, those emerald eyes shine to be an almost midnight-green, dark and empty, cold with emotion but burning with flame. Alisia loves her magic and overall does a great job of keeping it in check. Because of this, she is often seen wearing gloves in either black or crimson, but occasionally white or pearlescent white silk. She doesn't follow the rules and rarely clings to one, or many. She's a solitary sort and seeks to please-- only herself. Alisia has had her fair share of vampire partners, and continues to act as a blood donor for those that will fight their darkest fear of the fire that burns within her soul.


Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents: Zackary Amara and Margaret Louvre: Both living and acting as normal witches in a coven back in England.
Siblings: None
Children: None

History: Alisia grew up in a simple life at home with her parents in England. As a young girl, she was spoiled by her family, and showed all the prospects of being a good little witch like her parents. She was a member of the coven her father led, and was revered by the elders in the circle, but as Alisia's teenage years approached, she became more rebellious, and less of the innocent little red-head they had thought she was.

In an attempt to get their daughter to be more under-control and more well-disciplined, the loving Amara parents sent Alisia off to a private all-girls school. Developing a knack in the sciences, and understanding her raging hormones were preferenced by women, Alisia didn't change the way her family had hoped. Instead, she was rebelling against the uniform, and growing incredibly angsty towards the girl she had most recently gave her heart to.

A year after their relationship began, Alisia walked in on her room mate and lover having an affair with a younger girl. Growing angry with rage, Alisia's hands clenched the door in frustration, watching from the doorframe as her knuckles grew white with the force of her grasp. A horrid smell soon came into the room, and little did Alisia know, the smoke that she was smelling was a result of her fingers around the door. Storming off with a hating cry, the released, and slammed door, soon burst into flame. Little had she known, the random smoke alarm set-offs that had occurred at home as a little tantrum-throwing girl, were a result of her growing power.

Graduating months later from the school, Alisia returned home for a short period of time. Studying at night at a local university, Alisia began learning more of the darker arts, the powers of an elemental and even practicing with the flaming powers she bore. After her sophomore year of college, Alisia grew fed up with the curriculum and sought an alternative- far away from the home she had known all her life. Disappearing to the United States, Alisia settled now in Miami. new to the community, the country and the local creatures of the night. She was more cautious now, wearing those silken gloves to keep her hands unexposed, more for sanity's sake than actual precaution. Hoping to start anew, Alisia waits for anyone or anything to try and change those dark fiery ways.

Writing Sample: Alisia moved through the field slowly, her sundress getting lifted in the winds delicate fingers and twirling the material around her lithe bodice. Hands were gloved in black silk, for though it was a bright warm and sunny day, it was not safe with her hands ungloved. Her power seared within her veins, her pulse beating quicker than ever, and the fire within her soul so dangerous, that it could take quite a lot to extinguish. Soft voice hummed lyrics beneath her breath as she went, bare feet skipping along the grass as momentary burn marks were left in the emerald fauna before disappearing as soon as they had appeared. She knew her power well enough by now, so well that she could play with mother nature and have things be lit in cool flame yet still burn. It was a gift to her, but to her past friends, a curse.

Body fell back against the soft earth, the morning dew still keeping the ground spongy for her fall. Muted sigh left her lips as she rolled onto her stomach, long red tresses falling about her shoulders as she propped herself on her elbows. Alisia was used to being alone, and although part of her resented it, she loved it all the same. Raising her fingers to her lips, teeth pulled at the material cloaking her hands as the gloves at last fell free. Much better, she thought, and let the sun beat down on her porcelain palms. The magic began pulsing through those veins of hers and lusting to be used, tearing at her every muscle trying to wriggle free of her body and meet the world with flame. She would satisfy herself.

Fingers twitched in anticipation, searching or what exactly she would use her magic on. A few wildflowers grew an arms length away, and those emerald eyes shone with anticipation. Reaching human fingers towards the flowers, she plucked them innocently from the ground. Hovering her other hand's fingers over each petal, they soon started to glow and light up in flame. The flowers cackled with the fire, as if to burn and turn to ashes. They didn't. The beautiful petals glowed and danced with the fire that licked each inch of their beauty, glowing with more than just flame. Giggling to herself, Alisia slowly rose to her feet. Brushing her vivid red hair behind her ears, she tucked a flower behind each one. The flames didn't burn her skin for they were not meant to, but were a symbol of who and what she was. Brushing the dirt of her skirts and slipping her hands back into her gloves, the young witch continued along her way, that wordless melody returning to escape her lips once more.


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