Hestia Vista

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Name: Hestia Vista
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Position: Student
Gift: Illusionist
Gift Specification:

When Hestia is thinking or creating stories in her head, others will begin to see and feel what she can only imagine, for Hestia has been blind since birth. When imagining a scenario or creating a story in her mind, others can see what her eyes can't, and sometimes feel it as well. If she is imagining that she has wings and is flying, others will see/feel this as well.

Awareness: Unaware
Personality:

Hestia Vista is a dreamer, plain and simple, but a dreamer who has been forced to mature beyond her years. The stories and adventures that take place in her mind are the only escape from the reality of a nonexistant childhood. Due to this, she's often quiet, reserved - but if you get to know her, she'll talk about her dreams with you, explaining them as only she can. Don't let her being blind fool you - she's just as capable, if not more so, than most - and she's not going to let being blind get in her way, she never has. This is mostly due to her parents, who taught her not to use it as a crutch early on. This has caused a fair amount of stubborness in her - she'll do it herself and she'll do it right, mind you.

She's grown beyond her years due to her parents - they forced her into independence since birth, wanting her to be as normal as possible, but they may have overdone it- she didn't have much of a childhood. This hasn't stopped her, however, from creating the dreams in her mind.

Hestia has patience, but only to an extent- there are things in this world that she'd rather talk about, and she's stubborn about that. If you hit those nerves, she's not going to be a happy camper. She's perceptive, and knows when you're looking down on her, so don't do it unless you want a stubborn, angered Hestia.

Appearance:

Hestia is a small-boned child, standing at 4'10'', she often gets mistaken for being younger - until, of course, one hears her speak. The age in her voice, and in her sightless eyes, stops the misconception that she's younger than she really is. Hestia is fair-haired and pale-skinned, her curly blonde hair parts to the side and brushs just below her small shoulders.

Though she's blind, you won't catch her wearing mismatched clothes. It's the one thing she'll ask for assistance on - she loves to wear bright colors, just because she can, and she often got pegged as weird for that. While her child's figure and talk of her dreams endears her in the heart of many, it has failed her in where she is in life now - after all, she ended up here anyway, didn't she?

History:

Hestia lived a fairly normal life, in the small Long Island house she'd lived in with her Mother, Father, and dog Clooney. It wasn't the grandest of existances, but Hestia knew exactly where everything in the house was, and that pleased her. She'd known nothing else in her life.

She'd always been viewed as an oddball in school - quiet, to herself, and, if one dared to ask, speaking of the stories she made up in her mind. It never was much of a problem until she was eleven, when she was learning her math lesson one day. Up until then, the gift that she's still unaware of wasn't strong - flickering images that others recieved could be percieved as part of their imagination.

But it couldn't stay that way for too long.

It was in maths, and she was leaning over to speak to the only friend she had in school - Linda, a dreamer like herself.

"I made up a new story." She whispered. "It's about dragons."

You can imagine how that one went.

Hestia never quite understood why it went the way it did - why Linda screamed, why they both got taken from class. Things were quiet, for awhile- nobody spoke of the incident.

But it started to happen again. And when it happened to a teacher, the word got out.

The government officials insisted to her parents that she was crazy, insisted that she was insane, insisted that she needed help. How could loving parents not give their daughter the help that she needed?

They gave the parents a week, to see what they meant.

And so they waited, and so they watched.

Hestia kept to herself, whispering things in her room - stories, but it scared her parents.

And when she got taken away, she hardly understood.

She's been in the institute for a week now, and has convinved herself that there must be something wrong with her - why else would her parents send her here? Her parents loved her, and they wanted to get her help.

But she couldn't help feeling angry, feeling betrayed.

RP Example:

"Falling," The young child mentioned, her hands spreading wide to show her excitement. Hestia was six, and her mind worked fast, but not nearly as fast as her mouth as she spoke to the girl next to her. Vanessa was a friend that would not last long - she'd move away by the time they were eight - but for now, the two were best buds. Hestia didn't judge Vanessa for being overwieght - she couldnt' see her, after all - and Vanessa always lent a willing ear and wide, excited eyes. Both had overactive imaginations, and when Hestia told stories, Vanessa nearly swore she could see what Hestia was saying. But how was a six year old to know?

"Falling, falling, falling. The wind goes through your hair. It's cold, and then you're suddenly ..." She paused here, catching her breath. The story that she spoke was one only a six year old could create, but it was vivid nevertheless. She could hear the sounds of Vanessa catching her breath, as if she herself were falling. "And then... and then you've got WINGS. Can't you feel them, Vanessa? What'd it be like to fly?"

Yes. Vanessa could.

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The twelve year old didn't know why she was suddenly alone in life - why Linda didn't talk to her anymore, why she had no friends, why people shied away from her, hearing the stories. She was suddenly paranoid - were they all looking at her, when they were in the room? She shook her head and ran her finger along the pages of brail. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Her mother had spent quite awhile trying to find this one. The stories, they were her friends, just as they always had been - only now, they were her only friends.

The boy who lived. Hestia smiled at that. She liked how that sounded, like he he'd overcome something very early in life. Her and this Harry Potter had something in common already.

Down in classroom 105, a fifth grader wondered why there was a searing lightning shaped pain on her forehead.

Image URL: www.imdb.com/media/rm3689515776/nm1102577
Relationships:

[none]

Other:

- blind since birth
- illusionist
- reads brail
- doesn't need much extra in classes - has a tape recorder that she plays back later in the day to learn her lessons.

[.Kanari.]

Accepted