Post by zoe on Feb 16, 2012 18:43:31 GMT -5
Zoe Lisbeth Nelson !
SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world
SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world
HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Tee
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 21
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 7 YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE N/A
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IScheat and die!
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 21
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 7 YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE N/A
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS
IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground
until she hit’s the ground
NICKNAMES: N/A
AGE: Twenty-three
GENDER: Female
RACE: Chimera
CLASS: Music
PLAY BY: original art[/size][/ul]
I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away
here before but we never looked away
HAIR: Short, light brown
SKIN: White
BODY: Petite
UNUSUAL: Zoe has a large set of canines due to her feline alter ego.
OTHER FORM: She is part panther and part hawk. Similar to a griffin, but with the head of a panther. Zoe's entire body is that of a panther except for the large set of wings along her back.
APPEARANCE: Zoe is a small woman. Some would often confuse her as a student. She has light green eyes and short light brown hair that ends just above her shoulders. She has cat-like features. She often wears simple clothing, for she doesn't enjoy drawing attention to herself. She tries to blend in as much as possible, so she prefers her rather 'normal' appearance.
Due to her feline alter-ego, Zoe has a large set of canines. When she smiles, some would say she appears sinister, but that is never her intention. So, instead of smiling and risk having people notice her, she often keeps her lips pursed tightly together even as she speaks. She doesn't want anyone to see her fangs. The last thing she wants is for people to be afraid of her. She gets enough scrutiny in the fantastical world for the fact that she is a Chimera. She doesn't want to give people more reason to dislike her.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose
with one more night what’s left to lose
Music of all kind
Instruments
Teaching
Good students
DISLIKES: Being ostracized
Violence
Her true form
Out of tune instruments
Boisterous noises
STRENGTHS: Agility
Stealth
Keen eyesight
WEAKNESSES: She is not a good fighter
Physically weak
Easy to overpower
SECRETS: She hates her true form and the fact that she is a Chimera. She will stay in her human form even when alone and at home. She can't stand seeing her monstrous self.
OVERALL:Zoe is a soft spoken girl who loves teaching music. She knows how lucky she is to have been given a role as a teacher despite her position. She often avoids letting people know that she is a Chimera for she constantly fears the rejection that would follow. Zoe is generally slow to trust others because she has been put down so many times before. If there's one thing Zoe really can't handle, it's violence. She will use everything she has in her arsenal to avoid a confrontation. The self defense classes unsettle her and she often does not approve of some of the classes that teach students how to fight. She would rather teach them music and art and writing. She would voice these opinions as well.
When it comes to something she really disagrees with, she will not hold back from voicing it. Despite not wanting to draw attention to herself, she will not let her opinion go unvoiced. Perhaps it's contradictory. Zoe doesn't have many friends. The only one she considers close to her is William, and he is now in his old age. She often speaks to him on the phone, but she is always dreading the day when he will pass away and leave her. The idea terrifies her. Death in general terrifies her.
When it comes to student performance, Zoe has high expectations for her students. She will not hold back from demanding more of a student. Some might laugh at her and say, 'it's only music class', but to Zoe, it is so much more. She is a harsh grader and a critic when it comes to musical performances. Despite her kind disposition, she demands top notch performance.[/size][/ul]
WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
FATHER: Luke, deceased.
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER PEOPLE: N/A
HISTORY: Zoe was born to a Mariam and Luke Nelson. They were Chimeras as well. It was just one big happy family of outcasts. They taught their daughter from a young age of the injustice that was done to their people. They tried to get an urgency to rise within their young daughter. They wanted her to be angry about the harsh treatment they received. Her parents were activists and they were radicals. They were confrontational when it came to other races and they didn't hesitate to start a fight even when Zoe was there. From a young age, Zoe knew violence and from the beginning, it terrified her. Her parents never knew peace and so they didn't teach their daughter that. There was no real 'love' or nurturing in the family. Luke and Mariam wanted their daughter to be a fighter against the injustices done to Chimeras, but Zoe felt no desire to hurt others.
It was one night when a confrontation took a turn for the worst. Zoe wasn't there to see it happen, but a family friend informed her of the situation. Luke and Mariam had bitten off more than they could chew and they were beat down and killed. At first, Zoe was overcome with grief at the idea of such a horrible death for her parents. While they never much held their daughter, Zoe still loved them like any child would love their parents. The family friend, a human actually named William, took Zoe in and raised her as his own. He was an older man who knew the family secret and promised to keep it to himself. So since she was young, Zoe knew the potential kindness of humans. As a matter of fact, she felt more welcomed by humans than she did with the other fantastical races.
He raised her to love music and from a very young age, Zoe loved to make music and play instruments. She learned a handful, but her passion was the piano. The purity of it always won her over. When she learned of the school that was opening, Zoe applied for a position as a music teacher. Her immense skill in reading music and being able to play a handful of different instruments landed her the job. Surprisingly, she wasn't turned away because of her race. It was a pleasant surprise to see that another person was able to see past her monstrous form and see her talents as a teacher and musician. She is forever grateful for getting the job.
For the most part, Zoe has kept to herself. She avoids the other teachers because she doesn't want them to know the truth about her. She would like to consider the Headmistress her friend, but their relationship is of course purely business. Zoe is her employee.[/size][/ul]
WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about
wall lets show the world what we are about
RP SAMPLE:
It was strange... for someone to confide in her. She wasn't exactly the best person to talk to when one had an issue. She wasn't one to offer her shoulder much. As a matter of fact, when Gabe was suffering and he reached out for her, Vyvian pulled away harshly. She rejected him in the worst possible way. Even as he broke into a million pieces in front of her, she turned away from him. Then he tried to take his own life. She sat by his bed as he slept and recovered, but she made sure to avoid him when he woke up. His memory had been lost and Vyvian took that as a sign. She took it as a moment to get away and leave him be. She obviously hadn't been any good for him. And if he were to cry to her, she would have probably turned him away again. But maybe something changed when she went out into the city that fateful night. Maybe something within her shifted. She was willing to offer Quinn the company he probably didn't think he needed. But by looking at him, watching him drink the liquor gratefully, she could tell a companion was what he needed.
But her first words seemed to catch him off guard and she thought she saw a hint of anger in his eyes. She meant nothing offensive by her words. She saw it as the hard truth, but it was a lucky end. Perhaps it was her depressing life slipping through, but the way she saw it - death was a better option at this point. She didn't want to tell him that, but maybe that was the underlying meaning of her words. Death was a form of escape that was probably better than what life had to offer. They were constantly put in danger and the world was hardly turning as it was. What did death have to offer? Vyvian used to think that death was just a dark oblivion. There was no feeling or thought. It was just a vast nothingness. But since hearing of the creatures from 'Hell', Vyvian began to form a different understanding of existence after death. If there was a Hell, there most certainly must be a Heaven, right? So, a child, though stripped of her innocence because of the horrible world, probably went to Heaven. To see God.
At least, this is what she told herself and for that, the girl was lucky. But she tried to lighten the mood and she was grateful for his chuckle after she spoke her words. Vyvian watched him down the glass she had just poured for him and she had to blink back her surprise. She honestly didn't think Quinn had it in him to drink like that. He seemed like such a saint that drinking seemed to be out of his range. Well... he was a saint for the most part except for that one time. But he managed to push her aside much to her surprise and frustration. But she couldn't let herself think about that night. Not only did it make her blush, but she was ashamed of herself - for what she'd tried to do and what she'd tried to get.
Vyvian still suffered from withdrawal and she often took to the bottle to help ease the other kind of pain. But she hadn't touched a needle since she got back and began to recover from her incident in the city. It was much to everyone's surprise, too. But she managed, with the help of Quinn, to avoid going back down that path. She often thought about it, but the shame of what it would mean was often overpowering. The hatred she felt for herself never subsided though, much like the desire to use a needle.
She watched him stand and she could have sworn she saw him sway a bit in his stance. She really needed to catch up to him. So she downed the rest of her drink and poured them both another. You know, I don't get to drink very often, why don't we finish of this bottle, otherwise I'll likely put it down and not have a chance to have it again Vyvian couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly at his suggestion. It was the last thing she expected from the doctor. She had originally thought she would have to force the bottle on the man and leave in a hurry in order to fully give the gift to him. Why did she think he would refuse so strongly? Instead, he wanted to finish the bottle. Could he even do that? She looked at him and she could already see the beginning onset of a buzz and she had to hold back a chuckle. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of drunk he was.
"Only if you can keep up," she told him playfully before sipping at her drink. It was becoming increasingly difficult to swallow the harsh liquor as she continued to down her drinks. She cringed and even shivered slightly. "I've been holding onto this bottle for a long time now," she said off-handedly. "Since before everything went to hell. Of all things to grab... I went for the alcohol." A frown came to Vyvian's lips as the bitter truth hit her. She'd always been a fuck up. But now wasn't the time to think about that. She took in a deep breath. "Totally worth it," she added quickly.
But her first words seemed to catch him off guard and she thought she saw a hint of anger in his eyes. She meant nothing offensive by her words. She saw it as the hard truth, but it was a lucky end. Perhaps it was her depressing life slipping through, but the way she saw it - death was a better option at this point. She didn't want to tell him that, but maybe that was the underlying meaning of her words. Death was a form of escape that was probably better than what life had to offer. They were constantly put in danger and the world was hardly turning as it was. What did death have to offer? Vyvian used to think that death was just a dark oblivion. There was no feeling or thought. It was just a vast nothingness. But since hearing of the creatures from 'Hell', Vyvian began to form a different understanding of existence after death. If there was a Hell, there most certainly must be a Heaven, right? So, a child, though stripped of her innocence because of the horrible world, probably went to Heaven. To see God.
At least, this is what she told herself and for that, the girl was lucky. But she tried to lighten the mood and she was grateful for his chuckle after she spoke her words. Vyvian watched him down the glass she had just poured for him and she had to blink back her surprise. She honestly didn't think Quinn had it in him to drink like that. He seemed like such a saint that drinking seemed to be out of his range. Well... he was a saint for the most part except for that one time. But he managed to push her aside much to her surprise and frustration. But she couldn't let herself think about that night. Not only did it make her blush, but she was ashamed of herself - for what she'd tried to do and what she'd tried to get.
Vyvian still suffered from withdrawal and she often took to the bottle to help ease the other kind of pain. But she hadn't touched a needle since she got back and began to recover from her incident in the city. It was much to everyone's surprise, too. But she managed, with the help of Quinn, to avoid going back down that path. She often thought about it, but the shame of what it would mean was often overpowering. The hatred she felt for herself never subsided though, much like the desire to use a needle.
She watched him stand and she could have sworn she saw him sway a bit in his stance. She really needed to catch up to him. So she downed the rest of her drink and poured them both another. You know, I don't get to drink very often, why don't we finish of this bottle, otherwise I'll likely put it down and not have a chance to have it again Vyvian couldn't help but widen her eyes slightly at his suggestion. It was the last thing she expected from the doctor. She had originally thought she would have to force the bottle on the man and leave in a hurry in order to fully give the gift to him. Why did she think he would refuse so strongly? Instead, he wanted to finish the bottle. Could he even do that? She looked at him and she could already see the beginning onset of a buzz and she had to hold back a chuckle. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of drunk he was.
"Only if you can keep up," she told him playfully before sipping at her drink. It was becoming increasingly difficult to swallow the harsh liquor as she continued to down her drinks. She cringed and even shivered slightly. "I've been holding onto this bottle for a long time now," she said off-handedly. "Since before everything went to hell. Of all things to grab... I went for the alcohol." A frown came to Vyvian's lips as the bitter truth hit her. She'd always been a fuck up. But now wasn't the time to think about that. She took in a deep breath. "Totally worth it," she added quickly.
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lyrics are Best Beating Heart by Sing It Loud.
This was made for this site, do not steal or
remove this credit!!
