P R I S M
Le prisme sourit largement comme chacune des trois personnes qu'elle appelait avait accepté son invitation. C'était bien. Ce n'était pas bien de laisser les gens à l'écart, surtout à l'école. L'excitation d'en apprendre davantage sur la magie avait éclipsé le sentiment d'effroi qui se profilait dans la colonne vertébrale de Prism, mais maintenant qu'elle n'était qu'à quelques pas de l'île, elle pouvait le sentir aussi clairement que la brise marine. Il y avait de mauvaises choses dans l'île. Juste ce qu'ils étaient, elle ne savait pas encore mais elle avait l'impression que ça ne prendrait pas longtemps à le découvrir.
Des introductions avaient été faites pendant qu'ils discutaient où aller d'abord une fois qu'ils sont entrés dans l'île et Prism a pris un moment pour les faire tous mémoriser dans sa tête. Il y avait Mikkish, l'instigateur de la bagarre ivre d'avant, et son frère adoptif, la jeune fille Finian. Sling a été plutôt créatif avec son introduction. John semblait utiliser des projectiles flamboyants, si l'on observait son arme et ses capacités choisies. Elle a fait la note mentale pour garder ses plantes loin de ses doigts ardents. Blondie s'appelait Sera et elle semblait assez gentille. Prism garderait un oeil sur elle, si seulement pour s'assurer qu'elle a eu ses yeux de jolis visages pour la journée. Elle n'était pas comme son frère qui voyait les femmes comme des buts à conquérir, mais elle ne voulait pas tourner le dos à une occasion de flirter. Ce n'était pas comme si elle allait loin avec Sera, malheureusement, mais Prism n'était rien sinon persuasif.
Puis il y avait Veste dont le nom lui a encore échappé. Il avait été le seul à rester calme et détaché même après qu'elle les ait appelés. Il y avait quelque chose à son sujet, mystérieux... le prisme garderait un œil dehors.
Ils venaient d'être d'accord sur le café quand Finian a parlé de Mikkish qui avait des ennuis. Courant une main dans ses cheveux, Prism s'est approchée de Finian et lui a légèrement cogné l'épaule avec la sienne. "Éclaire ma chérie. Quel genre de problèmes pourrions-nous rencontrer ici?"
Comme elle l'avait dit, quatre voitures de flic ont été zippées par eux. C'était définitivement un mauvais signe et Prism a donné à tout le monde un sourire ovin. "Et bien, voilà.
Rire légèrement à elle-même, elle a regardé autour de la zone générale pendant qu'ils se rendaient au café. Il n'y avait pas de place pour les provisions de jardinig et autres. "Hey Mikkish, avez-vous vu n'importe quel endroit sur votre carte où je peux acheter des provisions pour mon bébé?" Elle s'est déplacée vers le terrarium sur son cou.
En attendant la réponse de Mikkish, Prism a pris le temps de commander. La barista était plutôt jolie et Prism allait s'amuser. "Maintenant je sais pourquoi ils appellent cet endroit Café Céleste. Ta beauté est hors de ce monde." Elle s'appuya sur le comptoir avec un sourire brillant avant de retourner à ses compagnons avec un sourire coquin. "Oh, mais ne t'inquiète pas, Finny. Je t'aime toujours mieux."
Name: Alexandria Prism Morton
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Prism stands at 5'5 with a lean body build. Her naturally brown hair had been cut to fall just above her shoulders and is dyed a bright blue with yellow streaks. Her hair color changes nearly every month, depending on her mood. Her pale skin has been littered with different tattoos of various sizes, but the most prominent one is the thread of intertwined rose vines running from the back of her left hand, up her arm, across both shoulder blades and down to the back of her right hand. Her murky green eyes - the color of moss - shines with a somewhay devilish grin when she's about to pull a daredevil act.
Personality: Prism is, in a word, free. She's not the type of person to be bound to the earth by either material things or even interpersonal connections. She tends to do things her own way, which often gets her in more trouble than she can handle. She's a daredevil by nature, and this form of spontainity and recklessness has been the reason of broken bones and semi-healed scars. Prism can also be seen as a bit detached, making her unable to form life long connection with people. For her, nothing lasts so she never makes the effort to forge relationships in the first place. This doesn't mean that people who have been drawn by her very nature haven't tried getting closer to her. They just never succeeded.
Magic:
Healing: 4
Druidic Magic: 5
Conjuration (Inanimate objects/weapons): 1
Non-Magical Combat:
Guns (Handguns): 3
Knives/Daggers: 5
Hand-to-hand: 2
Support Skills:
Wealth: 4
Charisma: 4
Street-smarts: 2
History: There wasn't one person who mattered that did not know who the Mortons were. At least, that was what Prism's family had always claimed. While boastful, there still rang a certain truth to their statement. After all, who didn't know about the family owned film company that constantly produced Oscar award winning films? Directors, actors, screenwriters... You name it, the Mortons have it. Art seemed to flow as freely in their veins as blood.
Prism wasn't any different. Her art took the form of theater - of acting and charming people. Her parents had thought her to be the next bright star of the family, the one to wear beautiful gowns as she walked down the red carpet on her way to accept her next award. She had done as expected of her and became a child star, raking up a few trophies and awards for herself. Unfortunately, the curse young stars almost always fell under took her as well. No, it wasn't drugs or alcohol that dragged her away from the bright lights of Hollywood. It was magic.
Prism first discovered her affinity for magic when she was the age of seventeen and shooting a commercial for a feminine product. The shoot had her in the middle of a garden and during one of their breaks, Prism found that if she concentrated hard enough she could hear the plants and flowers speak. No, theirs was not the tongue of man. Instead it was something that pierced into her heart and sung within her. She had hidden it at first, knowing even at a young age that such things were considered strange and was frowned upon by most people. No, she held herself back and only pursued her study into the arcane in secret. Eventually, her time was spent inside greenhouses and gardens instead of at acting lessons and shoots like her parents wanted her to. Rumours spread that she had began to be involved with illegal drugs and her parents had fuelled the thought. Bad publicity was still publicity, and there were still plently of people who favoured Prism despite her steadily growing bad image. It didn't help that even before discovering magic, Prism had begun to throw out frilly dresses and replaced them with tank tops and ripped jeans. Foster the image, was what her parents thought. Every family needed a black sheep, after all.
After graduating from high school, Prism received a letter inviting her to a school where she could further train in the magical arts. There was no hesitation to her decision and soon she found herself on a small ship to a mysterious island.
Notable Items:
• An small dagger she had stolen from the set of her father's fantasy series
• A terrarium necklace
• A black beanie from her signature look