A New Look [Invite Only][NR]

Niala closed the door of her suite behind herself and took a deep breath; breathing in the dust from her mother's diary which was still clutched to her chest. She rested her back against the door for several minutes, just leaning there and soaking in the quiet of her suite while she let her mind wander to the days events. A lot had happened and she still felt torn between all of the emotions running through her; her body heat still spiked due to the inner turmoil.


With a sigh Niala pushed herself away from the door and walked properly into her living-room. She stared around at all of the furniture; the comfortable plush couches, the flat screen television, the stereo, and the high tech computer with the huge bookshelf nearby. It was a room that was both comfortable and familiar and she found herself needing those things right now.


She wandered over to the nearest couch and sat down. She slipped her feet out of her boots and let them lie there on the floor next to the couch as she got herself comfortable: knees brought up to her chest and leaning against the arm of the sofa. She reached over with her left hand and flicked on the nearest table lamp before she stared down at the diary in her hands. The thing was old and at least in Niala's opinion precious. She ran the back of her fingers against the cover and then took a deep breath: she had no intentions of reading the diary, and instead she was going to use The Sight so that she could learn about her mother that way.


Once she felt brave enough she flipped her hand over, fingers trembling as they neared the book, and placed her hand upon its coarse surface. It took a moment for the memories to kick in – mostly due to how long it had been since her mother had touched the precious book – but soon enough they did and Niala's eyes took on that glazed look they always got when she was using her psychic power.


There was no present to be seen because her mother was already dead, which also alleviated the future at the same time, making it easy to focus on the past – and she was glad to see that her father had never imprinted memories on the book which meant that he had never touched it, at least not with bare hands. The first thing she saw was her mother writing her last diary entry, about how excited but scared she was over her pregnancy, and Niala could both see the words written on the page and also hear them in her mothers thoughts as she planned to write them. Niala pushed back further, sifting deeper into the past to focus on her mother herself and not what she was writing. She saw her mother doing a slow waltz with her father, her hair several shades darker than the pink that Niala's was. Then she saw her mother watching a movie. Before that came her mother cooking; it was something she loved to do, and her favorite food was Crab Rangoon. Deeper still into the past Niala continued to delve, skipping over some memories that were those of every day activities while focusing on others.


As the memories aged her mother grew slightly younger and some obvious changes became apparent. She saw as her father forced her mother to change her hair from black to the reddish-pink it had been – her father didn't like her heritage apparently. The change had been done by magic – the same kind of imagination ability that Niala seemed to possess – and therefore her mother's hair had been permanently changed from black to that reddish-pink color.


Deeper into the memories she went. She watched as it became apparent that her father had also a hand in the style of clothes her mother had chosen to wear: forcing her to change from the traditional Kimono and Yukata that she loved wearing on a daily basis to more 'modern' clothes as he had called them. Niala was beginning to suspect her father might be a bit racist on top of everything else the bastard seemed to be.


She could see through all of these memories that her mother was blinded by the love she felt for her father; blinded by the overall abusively controlling behavior that her father was showing.


So, wanting to see something different she delved even deeper than that, really searching through her mother's early years when she was a young teen. Her mother had lived in Japan; born to two full blooded phoenix's that were very loving parents. They taught her the traditions of her culture while also teaching her the traditions of the land they had called home for several centuries. Due to her mother's natural coloring, outside of her red eyes, she blended in quite well with those around her – well enough to go to school and have several love interests.


Not wanting to look to deeply into that she pushed further still until she could see all of her mother's childhood. Her mother had seemed so much happier than when she was with Niala's father, and Niala was left to wander what ever happened to Dawn's parents. Her father hadn't liked them, and had slowly pushed Dawn away from seeing them... but none of Dawn's memories showed that they had died. Could they still be out there? Somewhere over in the Japan area?


Niala pulled herself from the memories; surprised when the clock on the wall showed that she had spent hours sifting through her mother's past. She felt a twinge of a headache and knew it would likely grow worse, but she didn't care – it was all worth it.

The Sight:

Niala thought over the things she saw as she sat there in silence, stroking her mother's diary gently. Niala knew she wouldn't even look the way she did – at least when it came to the coloring of her hair and skin – had her father not forced her mother to change her appearance....

Suddenly an idea came to Niala that caused her to jump to her feet: she would change how she looked. She would remove all traces of her father – much like Alec Kane had done several times with members of the King family – and would essentially make herself look as her mother once had. Moor's, like her father, were essentially a sub-species of Vampires and Vampirism wasn't something that was exactly hard to remove. Especially for someone with her powers.


Niala took a few steps forward, moving into the very center of the living-room where there was a nice open space. Once there she took several deep calming breaths and then closed her eyes. She pictured in her mind's eye not only how her mother used to look but the sort of clothing she wore. She then pictured this look on herself: focusing hard now at this point. Her brows came together as her concentration grew. Slowly but surely she removed her Moorish traits first – fangs that she always kept hidden completely disappearing, the virus being swept out of her bloodstream. She kept only enough of the traits to allow her to keep the powers she wanted and the strength and speed. Following this she focused on her appearance change: she aged several years until she looked about 17-18, gaining a few inches in height, a more hour-glass figure, and bumping up to a D cup size in the chest area. Her hair darkened from her roots and spread down to the tips as it straightened out while her skin paled out. Eyelashes darkened to naturally black, and her eyebrows darkened as well. Following this her clothing changed; morfing from the sweater dress and leggings she wore into a floor length Kimono that was a deep blue in color with beautiful flowers covering it; the train of the sleeves of which stopped a few inches from the floor. The Kimono was tied shut with a gold, decorative colored obi. The outfit was complete with white tabi (split toed socks) and wooden geta (elevated wooden sandals).


When Niala was done with changing her appearance she looked down at herself and then across the room to the window where she could see her reflection against the darkened sky behind it: she was beautiful, and she looked very much like her mother with just enough differences to show that she was her daughter and not her clone.

Imagination Manifestation:

Niala felt a trickling sensation and imagined a handkerchief in her just as her nosebleed started: she had used a great deal of power between The Sight and Imagination Manifestation: so much so that she would be surprised if no one felt it. Would someone come knocking to see what was happening? The nose bleed kept on coming and she knew it would be harder to get rid of now that she had a beating heart - instead of the lifeless one she once had because of the Moor half of her.