l i b i t i n a a n n e l a m o r t e
"down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run
phantoms on a winter sky, together they do come
faded lips and eyes of blue, they're carried in the wind
their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again" “all their games are ended now, their voices have been stilled
{Name: Libitina Anne Lamorte
{Nicknames: Lib, Libby, Tina
{Age: Ageless, though she looks around twenty
{Gender: Female
{Species: Immortal
“their fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed
{Occupation: Libby works part time in the Providence Public Library, while studying at RISD for a degree in fine art. She is minoring in fashion design.
”their mothers made the uniforms showing which side they were on
{Skills and Abilities: Libby has an important role in the universe, as Death, she oversees everything from entropy to abortion. She used to have to be present whenever anything died, but some fiddling with the laws of the universe (with help from some other Immortals) this is no longer required, though she retained the special skills necessary to do that. She also has power over people's souls.
Libby can be in more than one place at once. It's extremely interesting, because while each 'version' of her has it's own mind and will, they all think exactly the same way and with effort one part of her can 'tune in' on another's thoughts and status. When not needed, Libby's extra selves vanish back into her. Funnily enough, Libby finds it hard to work well with herself (her duplicate is always interrupting her conversations and vice versa) and so she hardly ever uses this skill. It takes hardly any effort to keep up these duplicates, so she uses them for running errands (like going t the grocery store for a gallon of milk).
Libby can (and does) transport herself to any place where something has died or is dying. Which, is almost anywhere, considering all of the one celled organisms dying everywhere. She just pops in and out of being in places, usually in the privacy of her own apartment. This doesn't take much effort, and is a great time saver, she pops around her apartment like the devil were on her tail. It's rather impossible to practice this in public, however, because some people are shocked when a college age student appears out of nowhere, greets you politely, and goes about her business. It makes for rather awkward social situations.
Libitina has power over people's souls, which she finds a rather tiring and somewhat upsetting power, but useful for revenge purposes. Libby has the power (or curse, however you want to see it) of being able to truly see the nature of one's soul, she sees it as the person's body, like a superimposed image she can look through it to see a person's true body, and it is invisible to most others. The soul reflects and is who you are, if you are a good person you will have a beautiful body, bad people are ugly, most of the time. But it is rather confusing, as your soul is not set in stone, it is a constantly shifting image depending on your thoughts, actions, and words. Lib also has the power to inflict feeling on a person's soul, such as pain, sorrow, guilt, joy, or pleasure. This takes a lot of concentration, but is extremely powerful. Seeing someone's soul image, however, happens without conscious effort. Libitina cannot, however, see her own soul image.
Being the essence of Death it's self, Libby cannot be killed. Well, it is possible, but the concept of death would vanish, bringing all the dead back to life along with Libby, and when she regained life, everything would go back to normal. It would be an extremely hectic few minutes if this happened, the world doesn't have enough space to support an entire planet's worth of people from throughout history. Also, her wounds heal very quickly, mostly to prevent her from dying.
Finally, Libby can see exactly when and how someone will die, if she concentrates. This is a limited form of telling the future, and is constantly changing depending on decisions people make. On that subject, Libby can kill someone by willing it, though this does take a huge amount of focus and energy. Also, Libby hates killing things, so she avoids this whenever possible. She cannot kill higher beings (Immortals, high ranking angels and demons, God or the Devil) by willing it, and actually has to fight them and weaken them enough to kill them.
As a normal person (or as normal as she can get) Libby is good at art, mostly the fine arts and fashion, but she has a good ear for music. She is great at making houses of cards and can type 115 words per minute. She is good at math and is great at putting things in alphabetical order. She has memorized the basics of the Dewy Decimal system. She can speak French.
{Weaknesses: Her dry form of sarcastic humor gets on people's nerves very quickly. She hates killing, in any form, even though she is Death, which causes her a bit of depression. She judges people by the way their souls look, and will usually only make friends with 'prettier' beings. She has problems respecting authority, which causes trouble on occasion. Libby gets headaches after killing someone, transporting long distances, or having too many copies of herself. Libby is scared to death of fire. Honestly, she will run for her life from it, and is extremely twitchy around candles, which she never burns.
Her pale skin sunburns easily, which causes her extreme pain. And she never learns her lesson, she just keeps on going to the beach and forgetting her sunscreen. Libby's immune system is not the strongest out there, so she is often sick with colds. She gets Strep throat once a year, at least. Libby is extremely clumsy, and often trips over her own feet.
”and the young boys were the middle men for the guns to prey upon
{Height: 5'6"
{Weight: 127 lbs
{Build: Libitina is skinny, but she does have a healthy weight about her. She isn't what you'd call supermodel thin, nor is she athletic, but she does have a nice shape.
{ Hair: Libby's hair is straight and blond. She despises it because whatever she does, well, it does nothing in return. It comes to a bit past her shoulders.
{Eyes: Libby's eyes are a gray shade of blue. They are rather too pale looking to be considered her best feature, or at least that is what she thinks.
{Appearance: Libby is rather flamboyant in her dress. Bold colors and things that really don't match but look good on her are her passion. She thinks it comes with hanging out with all the fashion-crazy people at RISD. She loves to wear orange, in fact, most of her outfits contain orange. Be it an orange tee shirt, bracelet, hugely over sized orange sweatshirt, or that crazy orange alligator scarf. She's rather thrifty, so she hardly ever spends huge amounts of money on clothing. She loves soft fabric and jeans, along with bandannas.
Libby is rather pretty, in a china doll sort of way. Delicate. She isn't really curvy, not much chest or hips to speak of, but she has a slender build. Her limbs are long, along with her fingers, perfect for playing piano, though she doesn't play. Her skin is rather pale, though in the summer she usually looks like a lobster from getting too much sun.
Tina finds her hair her worst feature. It's straight and blond and it won't do anything. Basically, it sits there in her head like a floppy dead thing, or at least in her opinion. She's tried cutting it short, she's tried braiding it, she's tried dying it orange. That last one was a real hit, as you might imagine. Her current attempt at making it presentable is bandannas. Actually, she thinks they work rather well, in a triangle shape on her head, or any other creative thing she can figure out to do with them. In fact, she has a huge collection of bandannas.
Libby's face is rather pinched looking, with a sharp nose and pale thin lips. It all comes together well, somehow. Even though you wouldn't think a pale average height woman would look good in bright reds and oranges with a bandanna atop her head, Libby does. She pulls off the look perfectly.
{Face Claim: Kirsten Bell
”you've seen the fires in the night, watched the devil as he smiled
{Personality: In a strange contrast to her style of dress, Libby does not have a flamboyant personality, she is not a drama queen, or even a princess. In fact, she is rather mellow. She also has the driest sense of humor, so close to not being funny but in that strange way that it really is funny (if you get that). Her jokes are often inside ones that only she and the other Immortals understand. Which is a shame, because they really are rather good jokes. She likes to laugh at other people's jokes however, and can usually figure out when something is meant to be a joke and when it's not. She has gotten better at this over the years, because she used to laugh in rather inappropriate places, forgetting that not everyone knew about her status in the universe.
I'll tell you one thing Libby is the queen of, though, if it isn't dry humor. Sarcasm. She has it down to a science, though she considers it an art form, designed to get under people's skin. It is a truly annoying quality, and she makes the most of it, often being sarcastic without even trying. Most people either love it and find it hilarious or cannot stand to be around her for long periods of time. It's darned funny to watch, though. She talks in a deadly serious tone, but her words are doused in sarcasm, even when she is serious she just has this peculiar way of saying things.
That being said, the next point about her just brings the previous one into clarity. Libby has troubles with authority, not in the sense of being in trouble with the law, not that serious (though she has been in jail on one or two occasions), she just doesn't respect people. She thinks she is more important than they are, and she is, but there is a problem when the other person has no clue and thinks she is just a very impertinent fine arts student. As a result teachers and people who think they are better than her often get the blunt of her sarcasm.
Libby can be cruel and heartless. Even to the point of sadism, though this is rare. She isn't afraid to hurt someone to get her way. She's the kind of person who would run you over with a steamroller and turn around and say 'Have a nice day.' In the most sarcastic way possible, of course. She doesn't really enjoy doing things like this, she needs a good reason, most of the time. But if she doesn't like you, well, a bad reason will suffice.
Libby also has another major flaw in her interpersonal skills. She judges people. She has a way to judge accurately, being able to see the true nature of someone's soul, but she does judge. She does it rather harshly, too. She won't take the time to get to know someone because their soul is ugly, or not completely stunning. She isn't really that bad, but she will direct a heavy stream of abuse at people she thinks are not quite up to standards.
Underneath it all, the dryness and the sarcasm, the lack of respect and the cruelty, Libby is a nice person to know. She is kind, and despite any threats or protestations she might make, she loves helping people. Honestly, she hates people dying, or the universe dying, for that matter, and if she could have everybody live forever, she would. She is generous with friends, and doesn't hesitate when it comes to complimenting people. She loves to laugh, sing, and dance. She is a happy person ost of the time, when around friends, ind it is pretty hard to upset her. She hates hurting people.
One last flaw of Libby's is that she is a perfectionist. She hates mistakes, whether she made them or someone else, it doesn't mater. She can't stand them, and will berate the person responsible for the error. She loves anything perfect, be it a perfect lie, a perfect wine, a perfect picture. She strives for perfection, and that is her main driver. Striving to be perfect.
{Likes:Chocolate
Perfection
Being Sarcastic
Laughing
Dancing
Art
Orange
Flamboyant Clothing
Bandannas
Good Food
The Beach
Hot Showers
Chili Pepper Peanut Butter mixed with Chocolate Rice Crispies
Pizza
Apricots
Children
Jokes
Guys
Computers
Learning
{Dislikes:Cooked Apples
Authority
War
Death
Ugly Souls
Her Job and Powers
Imperfection
Her Hair
Messes
Falling
People who are Better at Sarcasm than She Is
{Habits and Quirks: Libby laughs when she is nervous or upset. She sticks her tongue into her lip when she lies. She stares off into space a lot. Libby drums her fingers when she is impatient. She wrinkles her nose when someone says something that she doesn't agree with.
{Other: Libby gets bored rather easily. Even after all the time she's been alive, Libby is still a virgin.
”you've heard a mothers mournful cry as she searches for her child
{Family: Libby considers the rest of the Immortals her family, Andrew being her twin, the rest being her brothers and sisters. Of course, they all have their little rivalries going on.
”you've seen the lines of refugees, the faces of despair
{Birthplace: I was born at the center of the universe, or at least at the point where expansion started, which, presumably, would be the center.
{History: I was born at the same time as my 'twin' Life was, the moment time and space began. The other Immortals were 'born' shortly afterward. If you have life, you must also have death, nothing is without it's opposite, balance is always needed. I can't remember much from that time, at that point I had no physical form, but eventually planets formed. Life picked one, and helped give it life. I followed along in Life's wake, cleaning up his mess. Eventually, sentient life evolved, dolphins then humans. I picked a form, then, and settled into it. It's the same one I have now, in fact.
Life evolved beyond the primitive stages rather quickly, and soon tools were being developed and farms and churches and castles were being built. I settled down a few times, working on a farm or serving in a castle. Once or twice I was away from Andrew, and I learned my lesson. I hated that, feeling guilty, even though I knew I didn't choose to be this way. The world progressed, religion split up into different factions. Rome was the reigning power in Europe.
I worked as a painter's assistant for a while, disguising myself as a boy, which was easy; I didn't even need the help of anyone else. Mostly I wandered, it was peaceful, in a way. Hardly anyone cared about a scrawny young 'man' wandering the area. I stayed close to Life, just in case, though. Then, as all civilizations do, Rome fell.
Rome fell, and with it, the rest of Europe. Disease, wars, blood, and death were everywhere. This time, though, it wasn't my fault. I had stayed with Life, and I hadn't tried to cause trouble. But I left anyways. Headed for China, over the mountains and up through modern Russia. I bypassed the warmer climates of India, I remember. Compared to Europe, China was calm(er than Europe), even through all the feuding families and ever-shifting dynasties. It was good, I stayed until most of the crusades were over, and I returned to Europe.
The inquisition was bad, though, when I came back. Really, really bad. And it only went downhill from there. There was a year where it rained everyday and there was a famine. The weather was colder. Then came the Black Death. It was horrible, dead in the streets. Life and I did what we could, but then I caught the disease, and it was really all I could do to stay alive. Not to mention that the Hundred Years' War had started by then. I remember while I was sick, telling Life that we 'shoulda stayed 'n China...'. I got better, eventually, but by then the war was in full swing, and people were dying left and right.
The plague came back, and I was able to avoid catching it, that time. By then, I was really starting to get tired of Europe. Of course, as the war got worse and no help was coming, the masses did what they always did under oppression, they rebelled. Peasants rebelled against raised taxes in England. The revolt does little to nothing, but it helped calm the people down a bit. I have to say, one good person came out of the Hundred Years war, Joan of Ark. It was too bad she was killed, she really was a nice girl. The war ended eventually, England lost, and it was without a treaty, but it was over nonetheless.
Columbus sails, which I thought was a rather important thing. I had seen the Earth in it's creation and knew that there were indeed three (if you want to count Antarctica) other continents. It was relatively calm for the next few (hundred) years, not counting minor feuding and such. Shakespeare started publishing plays, and I went and saw a few.
Life and I moved to Virginia, we pretended to be husband and wife, and we kept switching colonies to avoid suspicion. People were afraid when you didn't seem to get older, or die. Then you get accused of being witches and all sorts of things happen because of that. And none of those things are pleasant.
After a while, we got tired of the climate and unhealthy conditions in Virginia, so we moved up to Boston. It was a good decision, really, because there were many more settlements in the North than there were in the South, and it was easier to move around and avoid suspicion. It was peaceful until the French and Indian War, when it seemed like the whole place was thrown into turmoil. After the war, things were even worse. Colonists were upset about the British, and as a result dumped massive amounts of tea into Boston Harbor. I could understand why they did this, but it really was a nuisance, and I didn't want to be in the middle of another war.
Of course, I would be. Boston harbor was closed and redcoats took up residence there, causing havoc. The king also put a ban on town meetings and extended the governor's rights. It got worse from there; the colonists declared independence. I really won't trouble you with the details of the war, but in the end, The United States won, and I moved to Rhode Island, where I stayed.
There were some more minor troubles, but they really did not affect me much. I moved around as much as I needed to, and, as soon as it was proper for ladies, I attended college several times. I am, in fact at the moment, on my sixth college run, though hardly anyone knows this.
”and wondered at the wise men who never seem to care
{Role-playing Sample: 
Libitina Lamorte, The Immortal of Death
