<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7KFgFsc.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Ora<br/><strong>Age</strong>26<br/><strong>Sex</strong>Female<br/><strong>Sexual preference</strong>heterosexual<br/><strong>Spirit takeover</strong>Aquarius<br/><hr/><strong>Personality</strong>On the positive side Ora is a very loyal person and a good listener...for the most part. She always tries to see the best in humanity even though she’s often seen the worst of it firsthand. She is often misunderstood as being weird but her closest friends would understand that she’s just eccentric. Possibly construed as negative she can be stubborn, rebellious, unpredictable and detached. She is also an extremist in her thinking, it’s either all or nothing.<br/><strong> Likes/Dislikes</strong>Likes Music, rain, kombucha, alcohol, deep conversations, exercise and animals. Dislikes spiders, injustice, being told what to do and how to think.<br/><strong>History</strong>Ora was raised an only child to an abusive father who used to beat her for the smallest infractions. She became very rebellious as she grew older and began to run away a lot. One night when she was sixteen after being brought back home by the local police, her father who was also a police officer began to beat her but this time her welts and bruises wouldn’t be enough. He began to sexually assault her to Ora’s shock and horror. He meant to rape her that night and if not for Ora’s quick thinking, indomitable will and the gun she was able to reach, he would have.<br/><br/>Fast forward years later past the drug abuse, rehab and period of her life where she hated herself. Cut to today, to a clean and sober Ora working as a flight attendant. Mid-flight somewhere over the Atlantic Ora passed out. She presumed herself dreaming but it felt like no other dream she had ever had. She observed a white light that grew in size ahead of her, it’s brilliance held her consciousness captivated. It grew until she was absorbed by it and once inside that light she saw the most disturbing images. She wanted to turn away but there was no choice in the matter, the images continued to confront her in a gruesome panorama. Thankfully soon it ended and she was left alone in a velvet void.<br/><br/>“Your not alone. Never were but that’s besides the point.”<br/><br/>The tusked boar in front of her was as large as a buffalo with thick, dark bristles covering its pink skin. He had a deep rumble for a voice that should have caused her apprehension but it actually soothed her fears.<br/><br/>“You’re here so that I can bless you with gifts. Would you like my gifts, Ora?”<br/><br/>Ora could feel nothing overtly sinister or evil coming from the boar so she said, “Yes.”<br/><br/>With that acceptance the boar lowered its large snout towards Ora’s essence, took aim and blew gently as if she were a dandelion. He kept blowing simultaneously transfusing her with his spirit and knowledge.<br/><br/>When she came to she barely blinked at her fellow attendants who had crowded around her. She was far too busy remembering what knowledge the big pig had given her. She had to remind herself that as much as the vision had excited her  and as much as she wanted it to be true, minus the whole people could die thing, her left brain clicked in to remind her that she had hit her head pretty damn hard when she fell and it was most likely just an anomalous dream about a pig bestowing her with superpowers.<br/><br/>Needing to be alone to recover she sought refuge from her co-workers in the tiny bathroom compartment in the middle of the plane. Her eyes met her reflection. “Help!” The word echoed hauntingly in her mind reminding her of other things told to her in the vision. “Something about...water?” Ora reached out and turned on the faucet, the back of her head throbbing from where she had struck it when she fell, it was strange to admit but the pain helped her to focus. The steady stream, to her shock and awe bent and buckled with the slightest movement of her fingertips. At first she did not believe she was doing it but further testing by stretching the stream all the way towards the edge of the sink bowl and back again convinced her...the pig was real! What else had he told told her? As soon as she thought the question up the answer appeared...air.<br/><br/>Letting her eyes relax she focused on the empty space between her and the mirror wondering how to test her second gift. With her head still aching she raised her hand directing her focus away from the pain and towards the invisible before her trying to understand how to command something you can’t see. In the midst of her confusion there was a sudden knock on the plastic door.<br/><br/>“Ora?”<br/><br/>“Busy.”<br/><br/>“Ora, are you okay? I think you need some medical attention.”<br/><br/>“I’m fine.” She said in a dismissive voice to her lead, Stephanie Hume. Ora was beginning to get frustrated as her concentration was being affected by the disembodied voice.<br/><br/>“Look, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I just think maybe you should...”<br/><br/>“I’m busy!” She hollered throwing her hand at the door in a fury, the simple action disturbed the air sending a wave of wind slamming against the door making it buckle. The sound of plastic cracking startled Ora and apparently startled Stephanie as well because she immediately began to struggle to get the door open. “Ora!”<br/><br/>“I’m sorry!” She yelled back at her as if they were in a fight. Ora tried to unlock the door but found that the latch was impressively stuck. “I can’t open it!”<br/><br/>“Just sit tight I’ll go get some help.” Stephanie consoled.<br/><br/>Just sit tight? She’d been given superpowers by a gigantic pig and she was meant to just sit tight? She’d stand thank you very much! In fact, she was afraid to move at all, afraid of the very air surrounding her. She felt like a loaded gun all of a sudden. Then, as if what she was going through wasn’t unbelievably incomprehensible enough, everything around her began to shake. At first she assumed it was just turbulence but turbulence did not create blur and static in vision, nor disorientation, both of which she was experiencing acutely. Soon, it became to much and Ora covered her face and knelt down lest she fall again. When she would next open her eyes she would no longer be on a plane but having  been teleported to...a beach?<br/><br/><strong>Ons/Offs</strong>she’s a virgin so she’s not sure yet as for off’s she won’t like degrading sex where she is called names.<br/><hr/><strong>Powers</strong>Air bending - Ora can manipulate matter using air/wind and can control projectiles in mid-air as well as attack by releasing bursts of air. Potentially she can fly.<br/><br/>Water bending - Ora can manipulate water to attack, in some cases heal. She has the potential for cloud/rain generation and blood bending, breathing under water as well as ultimately ocean shifting and tsunami creation.<br/><br/><strong>Power strengths</strong>because of her connection to the air her senses are always on high alert, she feels any subtle shift in the air around her.<br/><strong>Power weakness</strong>Her powers take a lot of energy out of her. It also requires a lot of focus, something she lacks.