Kristen Gabriel Norewood

Kristen Gabriel Norewood
Face Claim: Adriana Lima.
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Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Unsure
Position: University Student
Godly Inheritance: Ares

Power(s): Advanced Muscle Memory and Telumkinesis

Kristen’s abilities allow her to swiftly learn almost any fighting style and weapon. Her advanced muscle memory allows her to pick up physical skills much quicker than a normal human can (i.e.: Can become adept at martial arts in a week with rigorous training). Her telumkinesis allows her to similarly become adept at using any weapon far quicker than a normal human (i.e.: would take her a week to become proficient at using a handgun).

Both of Kristen’s abilities are due to her mind processing information at a much faster rate and allowing her to memorize patterns far quicker. In this way she gains an accelerated way of learning, although it mainly pertains to combat skills due to her godly heritage.

Limitations:

• Neither ability is stronger than someone with advanced muscle memory or telumkinesis specifically
• Cannot learn a physical skill immediately. The minimum amount of time it takes for Kristen to learn a skill is a week
• Cannot learn how to use a weapon immediately. The minimum amount of time it takes for Kristen to learn a skill is a week
• A month is the minimum amount of time Kristen requires to master a physical skill or weapon. If she does not master a skill and continue to practice afterwards, her knowledge of the weapon or skill will decrease

Side-Effects:

• Accelerated Learning: Due to increased mental capabilities, the user can learn at an accelerated pace in comparison to most. However this is only a slight increase as Kristen’s abilities focus on combat rather than scholarly pursuits.
• Information Overload: If the user tries learning too many physical skills or weapons in the same block of time, it can scramble the information and also cause persistent headaches.
• Knowledge Drain: If the user does not spend a good amount of time learning a particular skill or weapon until they’ve mastered it, and then continue to practice from time to time, the knowledge of that skill or weapon will begin to fade.

Height: 175.26cm (5feet, 9inches)
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Light Blue

Physical Description: I like wearing whatever’s easy to move in. Typically that’s jeans and a nice jacket or something similar. I don’t put all that much effort into my appearance really. I’m not like those girls that try so hard to stay in style and keep up with the “latest trends” or whatever. With my lifestyle mobility and comfort are more important.

That being said the few times I’ll actually put some effort into my looks I normally wear a leather jacket and some nice boots or something. I guess you could say I give off that “biker chick” sort of aura. Apparently that’s attractive to some; not that I really care. I like it better than a dress, which I only wear if it’s for something really important. Otherwise don’t hold your breath.

Personality: What am I like? Well my mother always said I was very headstrong. That can be taken as good or bad I guess. I like attacking my problems head on, whether that gets me in trouble or not. I hate beating around the bush for something unless I can understand why that would be a good thing. Even then you should expect me to be blunt whenever I talk. Sometimes that can offend people and I’ve actually gained some enemies from that. Oh well, their loss.

That probably brings me to another thing about me: I’m comfortable as I am. I guess you could call it confidence since I’m not sure what else can define it. I know who I am and what my personality is. I know where I stand in life, even with how crazy mine is. I hate it when I’ve got my ideals, I’ve got my morals, and that’s what I’ll stick with. Sure I’ll listen to others but I’ll argue my own point too.

Another thing about me; I’m more of a listener than a talker. Sure I can hold a conversation but I don’t like talking too much. I only turn “chatty” whenever I’m comfortable with a person. Otherwise I can end up giving one-word answers to long questions, which is another thing that can sometimes get on people’s nerves.

Which brings me to another trait of mine that can piss people off: sass. I’m very sassy, and apparently full of dry wit. Someone once compared it to the Sahara Desert. I’ll have to say I was pretty pleased with that assessment. Although in all honesty I get it from my mother; she’s single-handedly the sassiest being on the face of the Earth I’m pretty sure. We both have a way of insulting people subtly. It’s the only underhanded thing I’ll do sometimes. Otherwise I’ll say I don’t like someone right to their face. Depends on my mood I guess.

I’m not all bad though. Once I make friends I’m loyal to a fault. If you stick by me I’ll stick by you. My mother always stressed that loyalty was the sign of a true friend and true strength, so I strived to at least be that if nothing else. I always keep the promises I make and I strive to be that person everyone can always rely on when they need something. I don’t have many friends, but I want to be a good one in return to the few I have.

Secret(s): I’ve got a thing for stuffed animals. What, is it that bad I like soft, fuzzy little animals? I especially like snow leopards and have a little plushie I call Snowy from back when I was a kid.

Parents:
Richard “Richy" Norewood (54)
Maria Garza (50)
Siblings:
Micheal “Mikey" Norewood (12)
Worthy Mentions:
Catherine Parker (32)

Childhood:

Alright so we’re starting from the beginning. I was born in Lincoln, Maine to Maria Garza. As the story goes, my mother was actually a part of the US military. Her parents had come to America and moved to Maine, which was why we still lived there. She’d joined the military young, and eventually met some mysterious general or something from another country. Little did she know it was Ares in disguise, but after a few weeks of courtship I was eventually conceived. However after that my “bio dad” vanished.

Mom wasn’t really all too upset and soon after she returned home from service. However to her surprise she was pregnant from the experience. My grandparents were a little disapproving but they actually weren’t as hard on her as you’d expect. They encouraged her to keep me and a few months later I was born. I’m definitely glad they got her to go through with it.

After that, my mom raised me with a lot of care even if she didn’t expect me exactly. I think her motherly instincts finally kicked in after their long hibernation from the day she was born. We didn’t have a glamorous house or anything, but life was good. I liked hanging out outside and playing with our neighbor’s kids, so I wasn’t too much trouble. Whenever I’d come home covered in mud she’d only laugh and wash me off. It was a nice life, if I’m honest. Quiet and not nearly as exciting as the one I have now, but I loved it all the same for it’s peace and familiarity.

Adolescence: Adolescence was when things started getting crazy. First my mother met my dad Richy in the most bizarre situation. His car had broken down on the side of the room and my mom stopped to help them. Two days later it turned out they were both working at the same hotel, although my dad was the manager and my mother worked reception. She’d gone back to college to earn an education soon after she had me, getting a degree online. Even though they were coworkers, Richy started courting my mother and eventually they got engaged.

I was alright with it. Richy was a really nice guy and I saw how happy he made my mom. He also actually cared about me even if I wasn’t his. That’s why for all I care he is my real dad. I sure treated him like that. When they finally got married, I was probably the third happiest person at the wedding other than the bride and groom themselves. After that life got even better and eventually little Mikey came around. My own motherly instincts kicked in once he came around. I guess they’d been buried as deep as my own mother’s had been initially. We were basically inseparable, and I’ll admit I was really protective of him. Mom had trained me to protect myself in case anything ever happened to me. We would even go out to the range and she’d teach me how to shoot. She always said “You’re bound to catch a lot of people’s eyes, including the eyes of bad people.”

I’m extremely grateful she was so insistent on me learning how to protect myself because eventually one day something did happen. I was heading home with Mikey when I had the feeling someone was following me. No matter where I looked I couldn’t find the set of eyes I felt, but I knew to trust my instincts. I called my mom while we were walking so she was waiting at the door for us when we finally got there. The feeling went away once I’d gone inside, but later that night we had a break in. I could hear a lot of yelling from downstairs and recognized my mom’s voice. Mikey tried going down but I locked him in his room before heading out to investigate.

To my complete surprise there was this enormous hairy thing standing in my family room. Ok, it was sort of crouching because of it’s height, but the thing was massive. Once it turned it’s head towards me I realize it was a fucking minotaur like out of a story book. My mother had been backed into a corner holding a chair out to defend herself since there was nothing else. My dad was on the ground behind her and I found out later he was knocked out from a blow from the hairy beast. Once I came into view my mom tried yelling at me to go back upstairs. However the big bull obviously was more interested in me because it turned it’s full attention towards me instead. I was a little glad for that since it was leaving my mom alone, but I froze for a second. In that split second my mom threw her chair and distracted it long enough for me to start thinking again. I ended up turning and running upstairs again, but the big thing tried following me.

Luckily I think the stairs were too tiny for it, so that bought me some time to head into my mom’s room. I knew she kept her gun safe hidden in the closet, so I made a beeline for that and unlocked it. I’d just pulled out her shotgun- she had a bit of a fascination with guns from her time in service- and loaded it when the minotaur broke through the closet’s doorframe charging towards me. I’d never fired my mom’s shotgun before, but I figured it was the same as a rifle but more messy and with a lot more recoil. I managed to unload both shots right into it’s head and it went down like a sack of potatoes.

I’ll admit the whole experience had shaken me. A minotaur? That was something out of a greek myth or a fairy tale. However the evidence was in one big hairy mess right at my feet. Admittedly I loaded and fired two more shots into it for good measure. Hey I’d never seen something like that before, alright? Afterwards I grabbed more ammo and climbed out of the closet. Luckily it had gone right past Mikey’s room, which told me it’d specifically wanted me. Although at the time I didn’t think anything of it; I simply got my brother out of his room and went downstairs. My mom had gotten hit by the big brute too because she was on the other side of the room and barely conscious. Mikey was close to tears while I dragged my dad over so we would all be together.

That’s when the recruiter came, of all the moments to pick. Her name was Catherine Parker, and she had a lot of news for us. Apparently I was a demigod for Ares, and the minotaur had specifically targeted me because of my godly blood. In any other circumstance I probably would’ve made a phone call to the nearest asylum, but I’d just killed a giant bull man so anything seemed possible. She ended up heading upstairs to finish the big guy off before returning and giving me one of it’s horns. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to have it, but she said it was a rare feat to kill one of the bastards. I ended up taking it and Catherine helped me with my parents. We talked the whole time, and once my mom was more stable she joined in and asked a million questions about the school Catherine was mentioning. At the end of the day after all that happened, we decided it was for the best that I go. I was only 18 and I’d killed something vaguely similar to a human. I needed all the help I could get.

Adulthood: After the bull man experience, my family moved over to California in a city called Corinth. I told my family they didn’t have to come but they were insistent. My dad managed to get a transfer to another hotel in the same sort of area and took my mom along. After his bosses saw the state he was in, I think they took pity on us more than anything. We all moved and I went to the university at Olympus Falls. I’d been planning on going into college that year anyhow, so this worked out in a way.

I’ll admit I was a little glad my family came with me. They got to be there for me on my ninetieth birthday, which wasn’t too long after the bull incident and our move to Cali. I’d started later than most kids, so I was coming in older than a few kids. All I hope for now is that my family will be ok this time. If that minotaur had been coming for me, maybe it would’ve been better for them to stay away. As much as I love them, I don't want them getting injured because of me ever again.

Sample: I think the history is enough of a sample itself.

Username: Velvet is fine!

Age Group: 21

Experience: I’ve been doing online roleplaying for about two years, but I’ve done things like DnD for about 5 years.

How’d you find us?: I was bewitched.