ACKART, Helena Jean

[Helena Ackart]

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••FRONT FACE••

(Auditions) Character
Name && Nicknames: Helena Jean Ackart; 'lenna (but only by Garrett)
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Trade: Cult Thief
Class: Middle Class
Face Claim: Amy Lee
Canon/Original: Original

••CASE FILES••

Helena has thick black hair that hangs down just past her elbows and is naturally straight. Her ice blue eyes are so light that in certain lighting conditions they can appear to be silver and when she first meets people they appear to be studying every aspect of the person before her. Generally, however, the only two things you can catch a glimpse of in her eyes is her slight insanity or absolutely nothing, depending on what situation a person finds her in. Helena doesn't smile often and when she does it usually stops halfway in a smirk.

Helena is small, barely reaching five foot five, and she's slight, both of which come in handy when she's hiding. She often wears the most daring of clothing styles possible and she has a passion with heels and corsets. The heels because they made her taller, which that in itself was a plus. Who cares if some of the heels only gave her an extra inch in the height department, she was still taller. The corset she like because of how it made her look. Due to her slight nature, Helena isn't a very curvy girl and the corset gave her that curved look that everyone liked.

Tattoos in these times were rare and scandalous, though there were those who had such markings; Helena was not one of them. Her pale skin could burn easily in the sun and the only marks that marred her pale skin were two scars, one that reaches a mere four inches from her collar bone to her shoulder and one more that goes from the middle of her thigh to just above her knee.

••TRIFLES••

likes;

• Cats
  
• Dancing
  
• Her hair
  
• Sweets
  
• Tea
  
• the dark
  
• Music
  

dislikes;

• Dogs
  
• Rats
  
• Children
  
• Silence
  
• Pain
  
• Ignorance
  
• Comments on her height
  

habits;

• Chews on her fingernails when she thinks
  
• Tugs on her hair when she's nervous
  
• Taps her fingers against her arm when she's impatient
  

weaknesses;

• Insanity~Helena is schizophrenic, and while she only has problems with it in stressful situations, it is still one of her biggest weaknesses
  
• Temper~Helena doesn't have very good control over her temper and more often than not it will get her into sticky situations that she can't get out of.
  
• Pride~Helena is a very proud woman and if someone tells her that she's not going to be able to do something, she'll do her best to prove them wrong.
  
• Lack of strength~When it comes down to physically being able to protect herself, Helena is sorely lacking. She couldn't defend herself in a physical fight even if her life depended on it.
  
• Timid~Despite her pride, Helena is rather timid around people whom she doesn't know and she'll often play with her hair and avoid eye contact.
  

strengths;

• Intelligence/Cunning~Helena is rather good at finding out information from other people, even if they accidentally tell her.
  
• Her size~Despite the fact that she hates her size, it comes in handy when she's either hiding from people or if she's spying on people.
  
• Sharp~Even though she has some mental problems there isn't much that gets past her and she can pick up on subtle signs that other people may miss.
  

secrets;

• Helena is schizophrenic and she tries to hide it from others. How well she does this depends on the person but she doesn't tell anyone.
  
• She has a pillow fixation. She doesn't know why she likes pillows so much, but if she could have piles upon piles of pillows on her bed then she would be in heaven.
  

Helena is, legally, insane. They say that the insane don't know that they're insane, but she always knew that the voices she heard whenever she got stressed wasn't normal. It's always been something that she could deal with, mostly because it seemed that the only time the voices acted up was whenever she was in some kind of stressful situation. Due to the way she was raised, Helena was taught to have perfect control over her emotions and actions, but the one emotion that she never managed to control very well was her anger. It does take quite a bit to get her angry, it takes even longer for her calm down after the fact.

She has the tendency to be overly sarcastic and she doesn't generally care if she hurts someone's feeling in the process. Not only is she overly sarcastic, but Helena becomes jealous very easily and she tends to seem as though she's clingy, partly because she is. When the jealousy takes over Helena will act out, often in a childish and spoiled manner. If things go her way then she's happy, but when things don't go her way then she once again gets a childish attitude. She is well aware of her flaws, both the physical ones and the ones in her personality. She's short, rather weak, she's legally insane, and she has such a childish attitude that it's obvious her parents spoiled her while she was a child.

She's a very proud girl and she isn't one to give up, even if more than one person tells her that what she's doing is useless. In fact, if someone tells Helena she should quit then she'll only try harder. She hates being in places that are quiet, preferring areas that are loud and crowded, even though she's timid around people she doesn't know. Helena is relatively good at adapting to situations, even if she doesn't like the situation.

••EVIDENCE••

Helena was born on a windy and cold night in the middle of November to Adam and Candice Ackart. They were excited about having a child being that they had begun to suspect that Candice was unable to carry a child full term. She had been pregnant twice before, but neither pregnancy had been successful, and so their glee in Candice finally carrying a child full term was understandable. They found further enjoyment in the fact their baby was a healthy baby girl, and while Adam would have preferred a boy, he wasn't going to complain. They weren't a rich, upper class family, but they had enough money to live comfortably thanks to the stable that Adam ran. Growing up Helena was a charismatic child, but she seemed unable to make too many friends while growing up, even though she was very sociable. Neither parent quite understood it, but they didn't worry too much about it because it seemed to have little effect on her. She was taught to read at five and she took to it quickly, asking her mother at random times of the day to read with her. Before long she had stopped asking her mother to read with her and instead was spending hours at a time in her bedroom or in the sitting room with a book.

With her pale skin Helena was unable to spend much time outside unless it was under the shade of a tree because of her pale skin. She wasn't allergic, nor did the sun give her headaches like it did her mother, but her skinned burned quickly and the young girl did not like the pain, the tightness, nor the ugly red color that it gave her normally pale skin. The older she got the less sociable she became, and when she was ten her mother began to force her to go through etiquette lessons, which included learning to sit straight, learning to walk correctly, further lessons on proper manners while eating, and other such practices that she found ridiculous and unneeded. She didn't understand why her parents were forcing her to go through all of these lessons, after all, she hardly ever did the things that Helena was forced too. What she didn't know was that her parents were primping her for marriage.

She began to realize that there was something wrong with her. Whenever things within the household got tense or she heard her parents arguing Helena found that there was a voice. At first she merely ignored it, telling herself that it wasn't real, but the more her parents argued the more insistent the voice became. But she only ever "heard" it whenever she was stressed out. Like during etiquette lessons. It wasn't until she was sixteen when she found what her parents were trying to do, and she wasn't going to have anything to do with it. The more pressure her mother put on her for finding a husband caused Helena to stay out of the house for longer period of times. She was such a small girl that the overcrowded streets of London were easy for her to walk through, and she was quick enough not to get stepped on by the people who were so much taller than she was. Quick enough, in fact, that she found she could away with theft.

Her first test of this was while she had been standing to the side of the road on a particularly busy day. Her bright blue eyes often caught glances and actions that many overlooked and she was watching a young boy as he slipped through the crowd. Something he was doing had caught her attention, and as she watched Helena was finally able to see it. His arm was slipping into people's pockets, withdrawing their purses, and no one noticed. She remained where she was, arms crossed and eyes watching. Occasionally he would cover up his actions with a shoulder bump and he would smile and apologize as he slipped away with their money. He passed her and she reached out, grabbing his arm, and just by looking at her face he knew she had seen him. Whatever the boy had been expecting her to say, however, was not "show me how to do that".

He said it wasn't easy and that she would be caught, but she kept insisting and Helena finally threatened to tell the police unless he taught her. Finally he gave in when Helena opened her mouth to start yelling and he shushed her, promising to teach the now seventeen year old girl how to pick pockets. He led her to a place where the police seldom visited and the people hardly ever called the police and he forced her to watch as he slipped his hand into people's pockets, finally allowing Helena to try. He kept telling her that she was going to fail, that they were going to notice, but instead of discouraging her it only seemed to make Helena more determined that she had been before. Her small hand slipped into the pocket of a man she passed and her slender fingers snatched at the ropes that tied together the purse. As she pulled it out she fell forward, hiding her actions by making her fall into him, and as she apologized with a smile he walked away. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she felt as though she was she was walking on a cloud. But what really made her happy was the surprised and amazed look on the boys face. Helena didn't make a habit of stealing, it's not as though she needed the money, but she wasn't above stealing other things.

••BEHIND THE MASK••

(Me) Name: Kazu, Maria, whatever the hell you want :3
Age: 19
RP experience: 5 years
Other Characters: None yet, give me a couple of days

For most the weekends were a time for teenagers to hang out with their friends, go see a movie, and go to the beach for a swim, especially now that it was warm out. This was, of course, for normal teenagers, and Kyoya Ootori was not a normal teenager. Generally his weekends were filled with Tamaki attempting to come up with some sort of plan for all of them to do together. Either it was "go surprise Haruhi" or "go to the commoner's market" and one point he had suggested they go to the public beach. How ridiculous that blonde haired boy could be sometimes, and yet at the same time it was hard to stay too upset at him. He was almost like a little kid at times. Annoying, yet innocent. That, of course, tended to annoy Kyoya even more than Tamaki calling him "Mommy". How the hell did that name even come into existence within the club?

Without any plans for hanging around the other Host Club members, Kyoya was surprised at how much he had actually been able to get done concerning the club and some work that his father had asked him to complete concerning the business. There were only a few more things to take care of, mainly coming up with a new theme for the next Host Club party, and Kyoya had decided that he had spent enough time inside the house. With the weather as warm and calm as it was, there was no reason as to why he couldn't be outside. Even Kyoya enjoyed being outside when the weather was nice, as long as he wasn't having to do some kind of labor anyway.

Dressed in a simple, black button up shirt and a pair of dark brown trousers, Kyoya walked down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace. Upon leaving the house, his father had asked why he wasn't taking the car. The answer was simple; because it was a nice day out, he merely wished to enjoy it as much as he could, and that was difficult when sitting inside of a car. Unsure whether his father was disappointed by his actions, Kyoya could honestly say that he didn't really care at this point. Of course his father's opinion mattered when it came to important matters, such as his school marks and and anything that involved surpassing his brothers, but his father wasn't going to get horrible upset over his youngest son walking to the park.

Originally, he hadn't really planned on going to the park because he thought it might be crowded, but his sister, Fuyumi made an excellent point. "With it being such a beautiful and warm day outside, most people will be at the beach. Not many are going to be at the park when they could be swimming." Kyoya had tapped his chin with a slim finger, nodding in agreement and acknowledging that she was indeed probably correct. He had asked if she wished to come along, especially since their father had done nothing all that day but give her side glances and small scowls.

The park was indeed empty of all life except for three people. It was a young couple with a child that couldn't have been more than two or three years old. From this distance it was impossible to distinguish the child from being either a boy or girl, though Kyoya could care less. Pushing his glasses further up his nose, the tall teenager took a seat at a stone table and pulled his black notebook out from under his arm, flipping it open to the page he needed without missing a beat. Pulling his silver pen from the page, Kyoya began to write ideas down swiftly, calculating the costs as he went.

The afternoon sun glanced off of his slim framed glasses, the glare hiding his onyx eyes from public view, and he absently ran a hand through his hair, immediately flattening it back down, all without raising his pen from the notebook. Even though he may not have been in school, appearances were still important. It was best not to look as if he just woke up whilst out in public since one never knew when an acquaintance of his or his father's could pass by.

••THEPLAYBOOK••

so, this was made by jenny a.k.a slytherdorclaw of blank pages!. this took a while so, as always, don't steal. um, yeah. so that's it, really. {with edits by staff}

[Dr. John Watson]

ACCEPTED

* Welcome to London, my dear Miss Ackart.