Post by Ex on Feb 21, 2011 2:31:53 GMT -4
I. author's note
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NO. OF CHARACTERS:[/color] At of writing this, Maira only. I plan on using two more.
OTHER:[/color] Feel free to bash me in the head if I disappear again. That, or stalk me to the other sites I'm on. You can catch me on msn @ marylou.the.cow@live.com.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:[/color] From within the crowd, a gaze of red and blue stared at their host. These eyes, the right bright red and the left, azure, watched vigilantly, ignoring the crowd of trainers before them. Maira came for one reason: to discover the intention of this one called Marian. She had no reason to win this tournament other than uncovering its true purpose. As the man droned on, unimportant terms drowned by the suspicion in the twenty-year-old's conscience, Maira began to doubt the dubiousness she imprinted on the contest. It seemed innocent enough- until Marian's final words made it into Maira's ears.
"And please, don't get yourselves killed. I don't want to have to deal with the aftermath of that."
This solidified Maira's supposition of the contest. There was a nigh impossible chance of the Pokémon League allowing a contest that possibly put the lives of trainers in danger to go on. Everything here was clearly illegal, or at the very least, hard to accept. Maira's eyes narrowed into a stiff glare as Marian meddled with his watch, and when she was sure she couldn't reach him from her position in the crowd, she turned to the massive scarlet gates. Her frown deepened; Maira had wanted to get to Marian quickly and without trouble, but the way things were looking now, she would have to complete this contest.
Maira was a patient woman, however. She looked at the gathering, singling out tough opponents and their Pokémon. They all had the same physical appearance: large, well-muscled men with a range of strong Pokémon. Maira rolled her eyes in boredom. She looked nothing like them. For one thing, she was a woman. It was one of the rare occasions when she wasn't wearing a disguise, and her short, blue hair uncomfortably stood out in the crowd. But damn if anyone tried to harass her about it; she did not have the time for immature actions of false superiority.
"Move out of my way," Maira demanded in a low, but strong, voice. In a sudden flash of red light, Niflheim appeared. Without slowing down, Maira shouldered herself through the crowd, nimbly jumping over heads, a feat she considered child's play after so many years of parkour.
Niflheim followed his trainer's movements, but suddenly started running through the legs of other challengers, tripping some and scaring others. People barked out their contempt as Niflheim used his natural speed to distract competition, laughing coldly as bodies toppled over. His trainer pushed through the gates and, by the time Niflheim started following, led the way.
"Hurry up, Nif. The others aren't going to be very happy about you tripping them, and you can't dodge everything. Let's build some distance while we can.
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II. character outline
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SEX:[/color] Female
SEXUALITY[/color] Bisexual
DATE OF BIRTH:[/color] November 02, 1990. Twenty.
ZODIAC SIGN:[/color] Scorpio
PLACE OF BIRTH:[/color] Choice 1: Hoenn, most likely one of the larger cities. Choice 2: unknown region.
PLOT:[/color] She likes poking her nose into other people's business. Will always be Pokémon, however.
PROFESSION:[/color] Freelance bodyguard and a researcher. Works strictly alone.
RANK:[/color] Oh, Rogue Chaos, how much I've loved you. <3 Probably a bodyguard for the KnS, or one of their researchers. Her current studies on legendaries should be helpful to them.
ELEMENT:[/color] None.
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WEIGHT:[/color] Unknown.
BUILD:[/color] She works out daily, spending the majority of her time doing something highly active. Her build is similar to an athlete's, likely a swimmer or a runner.
HAIR:[/color] Very short cut, just passes her chin. Dark blue in colour due to having a new permanent hair dye tested on her. (Wears contacts, may change.)
EYES:[/color] Right eye is red, the left is blue. Happened after having a new eye tattoo tested on her (she's just glad she's not blind, honestly, and she tends to wear contacts).
DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS:[/color] Small butterfly tattoo on the back of the base of her neck. Barely larger than a toonie (Canadian currency), appears to have a bullet going through it.
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Although she is fond of getting into fights, Maira prefers to avoid them, as they take up precious time, and she can't be troubled by childish arguments that she can just walk away from. Calling her a coward with ignite no fury; your immaturity is only strengthened by that kind of attempt. She will not trouble herself with you if you can't handle her goal oriented personality and way of doing things. If she thinks you need help, maybe if she thinks she can get something out of helping you, you might just be in luck. Maira knows that she needs to make allies in life to get anywhere and is perfectly capable of actually somewhat amiable.
Her vicious, focused mindset means that Maira makes enemies too easily. She's not afraid to say what she thinks and this tends to put off people. She has difficulty working in a group and can be over-confident. Play time is a foreign idea to her and she has the habit of pushing herself too hard. Cranky, cold, and reserved, she acts too old for her age.
MANNERISMS:[/color] Coldly polite, almost as if she's forcing it, Maira's expression is bleak. She finds safety in hiding her emotions and tries to act as stoic as possible, but there are often times where she can't help but laugh coldly, or roll her eyes at something utterly stupid. She folds her arms often and tends to loose interest in conversations, often forgetting to pay attention, and being reminded of what was just said.
As a bodyguard, Maira runs from trouble, and fast. If it's not a goal, she has no reason to jump into danger. It'd be useless. She's quite the runner and constantly suspicious of her surroundings. As a result, she steps lightly, and acts overly suspicious at times. She doesn't usually eat food given to her because she thinks it might be poisoned. Obviously, she's rather paranoid.
Oh, and there's another thing you might want to know. A bit of substance abuse in her past (she's gotten over it by now) and enough trauma has given Maira a rather... severe case of psychosis. She has the habit of going a bit nuts, trying to destroy everything in sight, and hallucinating things that aren't there. The severely of her hallucinations is usually random, but it's mostly active at night. Her Pokémon have to keep her out of trouble.
LIKES:[/color]cute things Ice cream, being sufficient, researching, knowing things, out smarting people, Pokémon training, double battles.
DISLIKES:[/color] Way more than her likes. Lazy people, unneeded relaxation, being held back, working in groups, being lied to, being used, unnecessary fighting.
PET PEEVES:[/color] Do not call her Maisey. Ever.
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SIBLINGS:[/color] None.
SPOUSE/LOVER:[/color] Not talking.
CHILDREN:[/color] None.
FRIENDS:[/color] Few.
ALLIANCES:[/color] Mary Feliza and BJ "Psycho" Fel.
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FAVORITE QUOTE:[/color] None.
POST COLORS.[/color] Indigo.
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III. character history[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font]
Working on her. You probably won't see Maira much, I just posted her because I was bored. Like I said before, feel free to bug me at marylou.the.cow@live.com if I disappear. Yeah. I need to post Psycho, will be using her more often.[/font]
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NO. OF CHARACTERS:[/color] At of writing this, Maira only. I plan on using two more.
OTHER:[/color] Feel free to bash me in the head if I disappear again. That, or stalk me to the other sites I'm on. You can catch me on msn @ marylou.the.cow@live.com.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:[/color] From within the crowd, a gaze of red and blue stared at their host. These eyes, the right bright red and the left, azure, watched vigilantly, ignoring the crowd of trainers before them. Maira came for one reason: to discover the intention of this one called Marian. She had no reason to win this tournament other than uncovering its true purpose. As the man droned on, unimportant terms drowned by the suspicion in the twenty-year-old's conscience, Maira began to doubt the dubiousness she imprinted on the contest. It seemed innocent enough- until Marian's final words made it into Maira's ears.
"And please, don't get yourselves killed. I don't want to have to deal with the aftermath of that."
This solidified Maira's supposition of the contest. There was a nigh impossible chance of the Pokémon League allowing a contest that possibly put the lives of trainers in danger to go on. Everything here was clearly illegal, or at the very least, hard to accept. Maira's eyes narrowed into a stiff glare as Marian meddled with his watch, and when she was sure she couldn't reach him from her position in the crowd, she turned to the massive scarlet gates. Her frown deepened; Maira had wanted to get to Marian quickly and without trouble, but the way things were looking now, she would have to complete this contest.
Maira was a patient woman, however. She looked at the gathering, singling out tough opponents and their Pokémon. They all had the same physical appearance: large, well-muscled men with a range of strong Pokémon. Maira rolled her eyes in boredom. She looked nothing like them. For one thing, she was a woman. It was one of the rare occasions when she wasn't wearing a disguise, and her short, blue hair uncomfortably stood out in the crowd. But damn if anyone tried to harass her about it; she did not have the time for immature actions of false superiority.
"Move out of my way," Maira demanded in a low, but strong, voice. In a sudden flash of red light, Niflheim appeared. Without slowing down, Maira shouldered herself through the crowd, nimbly jumping over heads, a feat she considered child's play after so many years of parkour.
Niflheim followed his trainer's movements, but suddenly started running through the legs of other challengers, tripping some and scaring others. People barked out their contempt as Niflheim used his natural speed to distract competition, laughing coldly as bodies toppled over. His trainer pushed through the gates and, by the time Niflheim started following, led the way.
"Hurry up, Nif. The others aren't going to be very happy about you tripping them, and you can't dodge everything. Let's build some distance while we can.
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II. character outline
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SEX:[/color] Female
SEXUALITY[/color] Bisexual
DATE OF BIRTH:[/color] November 02, 1990. Twenty.
ZODIAC SIGN:[/color] Scorpio
PLACE OF BIRTH:[/color] Choice 1: Hoenn, most likely one of the larger cities. Choice 2: unknown region.
PLOT:[/color] She likes poking her nose into other people's business. Will always be Pokémon, however.
PROFESSION:[/color] Freelance bodyguard and a researcher. Works strictly alone.
RANK:[/color] Oh, Rogue Chaos, how much I've loved you. <3 Probably a bodyguard for the KnS, or one of their researchers. Her current studies on legendaries should be helpful to them.
ELEMENT:[/color] None.
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WEIGHT:[/color] Unknown.
BUILD:[/color] She works out daily, spending the majority of her time doing something highly active. Her build is similar to an athlete's, likely a swimmer or a runner.
HAIR:[/color] Very short cut, just passes her chin. Dark blue in colour due to having a new permanent hair dye tested on her. (Wears contacts, may change.)
EYES:[/color] Right eye is red, the left is blue. Happened after having a new eye tattoo tested on her (she's just glad she's not blind, honestly, and she tends to wear contacts).
DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS:[/color] Small butterfly tattoo on the back of the base of her neck. Barely larger than a toonie (Canadian currency), appears to have a bullet going through it.
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Although she is fond of getting into fights, Maira prefers to avoid them, as they take up precious time, and she can't be troubled by childish arguments that she can just walk away from. Calling her a coward with ignite no fury; your immaturity is only strengthened by that kind of attempt. She will not trouble herself with you if you can't handle her goal oriented personality and way of doing things. If she thinks you need help, maybe if she thinks she can get something out of helping you, you might just be in luck. Maira knows that she needs to make allies in life to get anywhere and is perfectly capable of actually somewhat amiable.
Her vicious, focused mindset means that Maira makes enemies too easily. She's not afraid to say what she thinks and this tends to put off people. She has difficulty working in a group and can be over-confident. Play time is a foreign idea to her and she has the habit of pushing herself too hard. Cranky, cold, and reserved, she acts too old for her age.
MANNERISMS:[/color] Coldly polite, almost as if she's forcing it, Maira's expression is bleak. She finds safety in hiding her emotions and tries to act as stoic as possible, but there are often times where she can't help but laugh coldly, or roll her eyes at something utterly stupid. She folds her arms often and tends to loose interest in conversations, often forgetting to pay attention, and being reminded of what was just said.
As a bodyguard, Maira runs from trouble, and fast. If it's not a goal, she has no reason to jump into danger. It'd be useless. She's quite the runner and constantly suspicious of her surroundings. As a result, she steps lightly, and acts overly suspicious at times. She doesn't usually eat food given to her because she thinks it might be poisoned. Obviously, she's rather paranoid.
Oh, and there's another thing you might want to know. A bit of substance abuse in her past (she's gotten over it by now) and enough trauma has given Maira a rather... severe case of psychosis. She has the habit of going a bit nuts, trying to destroy everything in sight, and hallucinating things that aren't there. The severely of her hallucinations is usually random, but it's mostly active at night. Her Pokémon have to keep her out of trouble.
LIKES:[/color]
DISLIKES:[/color] Way more than her likes. Lazy people, unneeded relaxation, being held back, working in groups, being lied to, being used, unnecessary fighting.
PET PEEVES:[/color] Do not call her Maisey. Ever.
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SIBLINGS:[/color] None.
SPOUSE/LOVER:[/color] Not talking.
CHILDREN:[/color] None.
FRIENDS:[/color] Few.
ALLIANCES:[/color] Mary Feliza and BJ "Psycho" Fel.
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FAVORITE QUOTE:[/color] None.
POST COLORS.[/color] Indigo.
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III. character history[/b][/SIZE][/color][/font]
- Parents kill father's brother so they can have all Maira's grandfather's will. Succeed and flee to Mossdeap City.
- Parents are eventually caught and jailed. Six-year-old Maira is sent to live with her mother's friend in Littleroot Town. However, since that friend is rarely around, Maira is raised by her maid. Becomes the friend of friend's daughter, Naenia.
- Goes on a journey with Naenia at the age of fourteen (Naenia wanted to stay in Littleroot for longer). Stalked by Volko, a mysterious man
Maira's uncle, has been watching her since her parents were jailed because that's what nice uncles do. No, really, he's a good guy.Unable to conquer the Hoenn League. Instead decides to enter a double-battle contest in Lilycove City. Wins that. Decides that's enough. - Something violent happens; likely some attack/bombing from Team Aqua/Magma (or a car accident... I'm working on it). Volko dies. Naenia dies. Aggron on Maira's team dies. Maira's hands are shattered/mangled beyond repair.
- Taken in by Melissa, Naenia's missing mother. Melissa, a young scientist trying to create new cosmetic/appearance-related products, manages to get her affiliates to give Maira new hands. Except the girl was suffering from post-traumatic-stress and demanded that she get weird claw-hands because she was being a retard that day.
Regrets it to this day because they made normal, every day things difficult. - Tries to live on her own; fails. Decides to be Melissa's text subject because she trusts the woman, gets some money from it, and gets to live with Melissa (Maira's sort of desperate at this time).
- Years later, moves out to journey again. Generally drifts from community to community and gets into crazy adventures.
- Develops into... a bitch. Yeah.
Working on her. You probably won't see Maira much, I just posted her because I was bored. Like I said before, feel free to bug me at marylou.the.cow@live.com if I disappear. Yeah. I need to post Psycho, will be using her more often.[/font]