Name: Helena Vanderbilt
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Power: Telekinesis, but she's discovering it may be more than that.
Description: Helena is of average height, about 5'6" with a fit build. A brush of freckles skim her thin, pointed nose and her eyebrows were straight and serious. Her eyes were a striking shade of grey, rimmed with left over black eyeliner. Her skin was pale and pink from being in the sun. Her hair was a vibrant shade of red, hanging in loose waves around her shoulders, although she usually wears it tied back with a blue bow. She's dressed in a simple black v-neck t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans with black converse.
Extra Info/background: Comes from a family of "gifted" individuals, so she was able to hone her talents at a young age. She's painfully polite and somewhat afraid of confrontation. Helena is almost too empathetic for her own good and cares very much about the feelings of others.
Item: A lighter in her pocket
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Helena awoke to the sound of soft voices. The world was a blur of yellows and greens, the sky just a smear in her vision. Tentatively she raised her hand to her scalp, feeling the unmistakable cake of dried blood lining her hairline. A wave of nausea rolled through her as she attempted to sit up. The ground swung beneath her and she struggled to regain her equilibrium. Slowly she began to mentally sift through what happened- but as she tried to recall what events led her to this field, she found herself completely blank. She became acutely aware of a note clenched in her bloodied hand. As she read it, the color drained from her face. Who would do this? Why was she here? She lifted her face, shielding her grey eyes from the sun with her slender hand and squinted, making out figures along the tree line. Gingerly, she stood, checking the rest of her body as she rose for wounds. Her head gash seemed to be her only injury, along with bloodied knuckles. "Hey!" she cried, stumbling towards them, her voice shattered and hoarse. "Hey do you know where we are?"