KNYGHT, Victoria {Angie}

[VICTORIA KNYGHT]

Victoria Elise Knyght

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CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]
»»FULL NAME:[/b] Victoria Elise Knyght
»»AGE:[/b] 18
»»OCCUPATION:[/b] Singer/Pianist
»»FACTION:[/b] B.P.R.D.
»»SPECIES : [/b] Volo Demon/Human
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Good


»»ABILITY: [/b] Telekinesis: The psionically based ability to move objects with the energy and power of the mind. Currently she can lift objects/people weighing up to seven-hundred pounds through pure psi-energy. She can use this ability in it’s most basic form to lift and throw large objects such as busses or by fine, precise concentration she can lift small, thin things such as paper-clips and pennies. She usually just uses this ability to throw people/things instead of actually lifting them, as it takes less energy and concentration.

She can also use her power to form force-fields/force-shields of psi-power that can withstand varying magnitudes of force depending on how many other things she’s trying to do. They can also be semi-permeable, allowing for people to enter if she invites them or exit if they’re already inside the shields.

She can currently levitate several feet in the air by mentally pushing up on her own body with a force whose magnitude is greater than the magnitude of gravity that is working on her. It is different than when she lifts others for it is harder for her to treat herself as an object. A sub-power of her telekinetic force-fields is the ability to trap air in shapes, useful for when she enters environments with poisonous gases or when submerged underwater. She is still practicing and is growing in her abilities everyday.

- - -Strength: Being the most powerful type of psychokinetically gifted demon-human hybrid she is able to form force fields and concussive blasts with the pale jewel-purple/amethyst energy that she uses to move objects.
- - -Drawbacks: Though she is strong she is no where near as strong as her father's race, not having the ability to manipulate matter on the same molecular levels as them. She is also known to begin bleeding when too much strain is placed upon her abilities, starting with the nose then from the mouth and finally from her brain through her ears. She's only done the latter once before and in the presence of a healer.



THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]

»»EYE COLOR:[/b] Blue
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b] Dirty-Blonde
»»HEIGHT:[/b] 5'8"
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Kristanna Loken

»»APPEARANCE: [/b] To be blunt she is beautiful. Her face is a mixture of angles, sharp lines, soft contours and shadow. Above her sloping high cheeks are warm, blue almond-shaped eyes which rest below finely plucked eyebrows. Below those same cheek bones is a femininely strong jaw with slight cleft in her chin. Her full, pout lips are naturally colored petal-pink and are usually bare of make-up other than gloss of chap-stick. She is of Norwegian descent but was born in Florida, giving her skin a slight brown hue/tone. Framing her face are long blond locks that she usually pull back into a ponytail or braid.

Her body is curvy, her full bosom and long legs causing her giving her a womanly shape. The long, wiry muscles in her arms and legs give her limbs a toned look instead of the bulky look one can get from working out too much. She can usually be found around the BPRD headquarters in a simple top and jeans, wearing ballet flats or even going barefoot.

»»PERSONALITY: [/b] Tori's bright, joyous, white smile is usually the brightest thing in a room, her quiet quirkiness and humorous personality being one of those that shined brighter than any light. This of course changes whenever a guy she likes is in the room. She will instantly clam up or will blush. She loves children and hopes that someday, if she's not dead or if the world is at peace, she will have two or three of them.

She also loves to ride horses, her favorite being a black stallion with a white star in between its eyes. She can be found, when with horses or singing, reading. On her bed, the library, under the trees, on a chair near a table with a big ol' umbrella top.


THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]

»»FAMILY TREE:[/b] Alyvockri (Father-Vanquished Demon), Elizabeth Knyght (Mother-Retired Journalist, BPRD Intercom Agent)
»»IDOLS:[/b] HellBoy


»»HISTORY: [/b] When Elizabeth Knyght was told she'd be a mother she knew who the father was. Her and her friends and been playing in the basement, trying to curse Stephanie Millers with a wart when someone broke the circle. A red energy sparked in the middle then fizzled and though she knew it was there the others had not seen it. She had gone to sleep worried but brushed it away from her mind dismissing it as nothing.

That night she had a nightmare. One that may not have been as much nightmare as it was real. An evil man with red eyes raped her repeatedly, telling her "you'll bear good fruit I can tell". When she awoke she sighed, relieved until the blood on her legs told her the nightmare had actually happened.

She gave birth to a girl on May 25th, 1990, and would never see the evil in her that she saw in her father. It wasn't until her tenth birthday that her mother knew. Tori had been in class physically, though her mind was wandering, and as she thought about recess she began to slowly rise with her chair, into the air. She only got six inches up until someone screamed and she fell abruptly to the ground, not in time though that the teacher wouldn't see. She would immediately call the mother and then the agency that all teachers were trained/taught to call when incidents like these happened. Ever since she's been living at the BPRD hq with her Mum and has recently become a junior agent, just in time for the on-coming war.

THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]

»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Angie
»»GENDER:[/b] Female
»»AGE:[/b] 21
»»TITLE:[/b] Mistress of the Mind

»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]

It was late when a shocked Drew Demalie stumbled up the drive-way of her home, returning from a social event. It was hosted in the upper East Side by one of her friends and of course had booze. Drew's car was nowhere insight and neither was her sister, Melissa. Her dress was torn and bloody upon closer inspection and fortunately none of it was hers.

Her face was cut up, though she could not feel anything but a numbness resonating from deep within her. When her parents rushed outside they noticed their daughter's eyes were distant and she was hallucinating. The girls' drinks had been spiked at the party with some "date-rape" drug but it was Melissa who had taken the most, having finished Drew's drink for her.

Melissa had gotten into some car with a guy but had mouthed something to her before getting in the black car, her face seeming distressed. Drew rushed downstairs, wobbly and hazy-eyed and saw her sister pushed into the car before it produced a screeching sound with its wheels and took off.

Drew's parents rushed her to bed, making sure she was settled in before returning downstairs to worry some more about Melissa. When drew awoke the next morning, she could he loud sobbing and the sound of voices from downstairs. She descended the stairs slowly, dizzy and tired still. That's when she saw it. There was a breaking news update on their TV screen and a helicopter view of a girls body face-down in the upper corner of the screen as a man, the Chief of Police she assumed, talked.

Then Melissa's name was used and she snapped of her haze of shock. She began to cry, sobbing uncontrollably.

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