AURORA CLAIRE BIANCHI

the basics

full name ♦ Aurora Claire Bianchi
nicknames ♦ She is most often called “Bianchi” by the people in her department, though when she’s not working people do sometimes call her “Aura” or “Rora”.
age ♦ Twenty-five (or twenty-six in less than 24 hours)
birthday ♦ April 13th, 1993
occupation ♦ Homicide Detective with the New Orleans Police Department
school ♦ Public high school student with a BS in Criminology and Justice Studies from Loyola University.
species ♦ Human
ability/power ♦ Medium
how the ability works ♦
As a medium, Aurora can see, hear, and converse with ghosts of those who have died. At its core, this ability revolves around attracting spirits and making them visible. Because of this, she can also see when a spirit is possessing someone. It is also a rather passive power, meaning she can’t really shut it off or force a certain spirit to appear, though she’s certainly experimenting on how she might be able to summon a specific spirit.

One drawback of her power is simply that she can’t turn it off. It’s like she’s a beacon for departed souls, and in a place like New Orleans, there are plenty of those to go around. She’s lost track of how many times she’s woken up in the middle of the night with a stranger’s face staring back at hers. The spirits that are drawn to her are also not always benevolent ones, and as she can’t yet figure out how to banish a spirit, her ability puts her in frequent danger. In spite of this, it seems that spirits cannot possess her body, or make her do anything she doesn’t want to do. At this time, she doesn't know why this is. The only way she’s found to counteract these spirits is through religion, and wears a cross around her neck at all times.
gender ♦ Cisgender female | She/her/hers
sexuality ♦ Demisexual

the appearance

face claim ♦ Iskra Lawrence
height and weight ♦ 5’9” | 185 lbs
identifying features ♦ Hips that don't lie. In all seriousness, probably the way that she carries herself—squared shoulders and a slightly lifted jaw, suggesting that she is incredibly confident, and very much a leader personality, and that you probably shouldn't fuck with her. 
overall appearance ♦
Aurora is a statuesque woman, clocking in at five feet nine inches tall. For a good portion of her childhood, Aurora had ample curves that she was very self-conscious about, but grew to love—and have no problem flaunting—them. It is for this reason that she will often wear form fitting clothing, especially when at the gym. At work, however, she keeps her look professional but cute, even if she has to spend much more on clothes to find pieces that don’t make her feel like a grandmother. When it comes to shoes, Rora will almost never wear heels of any kind and vastly prefers sandals, flats, or various different makes of sneakers for their practicality, given the many facets and unpredictable nature of her job. She also wears her long, blonde hair in a tight ponytail, braid, or bun when at work, but will frequently wear it down otherwise. It’s very rare that she dresses up at all, but when she does she enjoys it, and will almost always go the extra mile to make herself look as great as she feels.

the personality

TRIGGER WARNING: This bio contains death of both parents, violent death, and hospitalization of a parent

likes ♦
-Cars
-Rain
-Animals
-Cajun food
-New Orleans
-Cooking
dislikes ♦
-Being home alone
-Mirrors
-Bland food
-Country music
-Bullies
-Jewelry
strengths ♦
-Strong-willed
-Intelligent
-Passionate
-Cooking
weaknesses ♦
-Her right wrist
-Any and all memories of her parents
-Her desire to help people
-Stubborn
dreams ♦
-Catch the person who killed her father.
-Develop her power to the point where she can communicate with her parents.
fears ♦
-Dying before she can catch whoever killed her father.
-Small, enclosed spaces.
overall personality ♦
Perhaps the key trait that most people assign to Aurora Bianchi is her stubbornness. She was definitely the kind of person who did things solely because other people told her that they didn’t believe she could, or told her that she shouldn’t do them. For example, half of her high school told her that she couldn’t be a cop because they said that she was overweight, but that wasn’t enough to stop her from going to Loyola University, getting a bachelor’s degree in Criminology and Justice studies, and working her way up through the police force in her hometown of New Orleans to become a homicide detective. When people tell her she can’t do something, she has a tendency to do anything that she can to prove them completely wrong, and will usually not be swayed from her goal. Aurora also has a very strong moral compass, but it is not necessarily an upholds-the-letter-of-the-law moral compass. Instead, she believes in the spirit of the law, and is aware that there are certain exceptions that need to be made for the sake of humanity. This is not something that she typically will act upon on her own, meaning that she recognizes that sometimes this mentality is going to come into conflict with her job and that’s something that she is careful to not let cloud her judgement, but she does understand that sometimes the letter of the law is not necessarily the best thing to follow. Aurora is also incredibly confident, something that has been born out of learning to love herself in a way that she struggled to do when she was growing up.

the history

father ♦ Clark Bianchi, deceased
mother ♦ Leanna Bianchi, deceased
siblings ♦ None
important people ♦
Malcolm Reed Gallagher | Her fellow homicide detective, and her partner.
hometown ♦ New Orleans, Louisiana
overall history ♦ 

You are afraid of the dark
When you were a child, the dark scared you. You didn’t like the way that it seemed to transform the world, to make it feel bigger and more distorted, to make it feel empty and full all at the same time. You hated the way that it seemed to roil and twist when you were still blinking away the sleepy haze you had woken up from. As you grew older, you hated the way that it seemed to embrace you after you woke up from dreams so vivid that you wanted to scream; horrible dreams that didn’t seem to fit the things you were supposed to know. The fear didn’t go away, it just shifted. You weren’t afraid of what lurked in the dark anymore, you were afraid of what you would find when you opened your eyes. In the beginning, it wasn’t anything physical, more of a feeling that someone was there. Watching you. But when you were about twelve, you saw someone’s face staring back at you for the first time. You screamed, and it disappeared, but your parents raced into your room to find out what was wrong. You don’t have the words to tell them.

You have frequent or vivid dreams
You were diagnosed with night terrors at age five. You would grow out of them, the doctors told you and your worried, sleep deprived parents who kept shooting you sideways glances and questioning looks. The doctors were wrong. The dreams didn’t stop, and there were times when you weren’t even sure they were dreams at all. You floated above rooftops, you saw unspeakable deaths before jerking up out of bed, sweating and swallowing a scream. As you got older, you dreamed of the day when the dreams would stop. Years passed, the dreams shifted but never really left, subjecting you to horrible things and sometimes making you afraid to sleep. When you were in high school, you woke up your mother by screaming out, claiming that you had just seen your father get shot. When you were in college, you jerked out of a sound sleep sobbing, because you saw your mother flat-lining in a hospital bed. You had dismissed them both as bad dreams, not knowing that they would become true in the following years.

You always felt different
It was the little things that made you feel out of place, like you didn’t fit with the other kids. One was your physical build. Even when you were younger, before people started to care about ridiculous things like the shape of your body, you were larger than those around you. Taller. Your hips were already wider. You could hear parents whispering behind their hands that you were going to be a large girl someday. That was something that stuck with you. Around puberty, the change got more obvious. Your hips were wider than your peers’, you had weight that bunched around your thighs and stomach. You were teased and ridiculed, and despite your dedication to being nice all the time, that took a toll on you. However, it wasn’t just the physical differences that made you feel out of place, it was your view of the world. From a young age you were called an “old soul”, someone with wisdom beyond your years and experience, and not even you really knew how you accrued it. You were nice to those who were cruel to you, and though it didn’t always work, you tried hard to not let what they said get to you ever.

You see things in your peripheral vision
When you’re in high school, you start to think that you need glasses. Every now and again, at random and inconsistent times, you see flashes of white out of the corner of your eye. Flashing lights. Something like sparkles. As you get older, you begin to get worried that these are the sign of something deeper, but every single general practitioner or optometrist that you’ve ever had has signed off on the fact that your eyes and brain are fine. In the beginning, you think it’s just… psychosomatic somehow. A way to deal with the grief of your father’s death.

You hear voices
The first time it happens, you start to wonder if you’re a little crazy. You don’t hear the voices in your head, not really, it’s more like… something is happening in the next room. A conversation that you can almost hear through a thick door, something just out of reach. When you go to the room, however, there’s nothing there, nothing to see, nothing to hear. Not at first. Over time, you develop a stronger connection to your ability, and you can hear the voices clearer. They know your name. They know what you are. They are drawn to you. It wakes you in the middle of the night and you feel afraid, so you turn to religion to try to make sense of what is happening to you and find some comfort in a cross around your neck. For a while, it helps, but that only lasts so long before the voices of those departed reach your ears again.

You saw spirits or departed family members after the age of three
When you saw your grandmother, who had been dead for about three years, sitting at your kitchen table, you didn’t even scream. You had gotten so used to seeing and hearing things that weren’t there by the time you were thirteen that it felt like nothing phased you anymore, even if that wasn’t necessarily the truth. When your father was shot, he came to you for a brief moment, a flicker of an image, gore raining down his shoulder as he whispered his goodbye while you choked back the tears you didn’t want him to see. When your mother passed, she waited by her hospital bed for you to wake up, patiently, the way she always had. You knew that it was coming this time, you were in college by then, but she told you that she loved you, and that she would be watching over you, and that she couldn’t wait to see your father again. It didn’t get any easier, but the fact that she no longer looked emaciated, she looked young and vibrant and full of life, and maybe, just maybe, that made you feel like you had some kind of closure. You wish that you could call them back, that you could ask them for advice or tell them how much you love them, but that kind of thing has evaded you for this long. You just hope that someday you’ll be able to manage it.

the role player

alias ♦ Sara
age ♦ 25
pronouns ♦ She/her/hers/ship whore
code ♦ ADMIN EDIT
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