Claire Hope, AKA Nightmare

Name: Claire Justine Hope
Nickname: Nightmare
Species: Angel, dead
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Good, Evil, Neutral?: She doesn't know
Appearance:

Nightmare, as she prefers to be called, is a 'dark' angel. Her body is slender, with long black hair that reaches down to her hips. She stands at one metre seventy five, with long legs and her black feathered wingspan measures nearly two metres. Her face is deathly pale, her eyes a dark green ocean. For clothes, she wears an ankle length slate grey dress with a long split down the front and back of the skirt part with a pair of trousers underneath. The top part of the dress follows a slightly Roman fashion, with no sleeves and a black rope-like belt tied around her waist. She also wears knee-height boots resembling riding boots.


History:

Nightmare was born on Earth, in a little village of angels hidden deep within mountains. She spent her early years with the elders of the village, learning everything she could. One day, when she was fifteen, she flew too far, flying over a city. She wasn't aware of a helicopter following her back to the village until it landed and soldiers poured out of it.
Nightmare was the only one who wasn't fast enough to escape, and was caputred by the soldiers, the milita. The dark angel spent three years of her life in a cell until her death. She had expected to die peacefully, to go to 'a better place', but she found herself sitting on a pile of dirt in some city she didn't know.
It took Nightmare a couple of weeks to realise that she was dead, and that no one could see her. The angel was devestated, not knowing what to do, she she turned to causing mayhem: derailing the trams that ran through the city, shorting out electricity and such like.

Powers: Flight, immortality

Personality:

Nightmare used to be a very eager, cheerful angel, but her experience with the milita turned her personality into one that seeks her revenge. Being brought back from death caused her to go into a rage, feeling that she had been cheated of her right to eternal rest. She doens't know what she's looking for, and after the initial outburst, she calmed down slightly, wandering or gliding through the streets, causing the occasional mayhem when she felt especially moody.

Hobbies: Annoying people, trying to get her revenge, flying.

Job: None
Relations (Family): None
Relations (Spouses): None
Best Friends: None
Pets: None

Accent: Slightly Irish
Clothes: See description
Distinguishing Features: Wings, great big black ones, and angular eyes.
Special Abilites: Flight...
Likes: Nothing much
Dislikes: Being part of the living dead.
Fears: Nothing she has yet encountered, apart from the unknown.
Habits: Causing enough mayhem to keep the police on their toes.

Lawl.
ACCEPTED.