Post by yve on Feb 18, 2012 23:22:10 GMT -5
Yvette Shirley Coleson !
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 21E
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 7 YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE Zoe Nelson
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IScheat and die!
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 21E
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 7 YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE Zoe Nelson
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: Eve, Wrath
AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: Female
RACE: Kelpie
CLASS: B
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: Pink
SKIN: White
BODY: Petite
UNUSUAL: N/A
OTHER FORM: picture
APPEARANCE: Eve has bright pink hair that she often keeps up in two buns. When she does let it down, it comes to about her lower back. Because it is so long, she keeps up tidy and up so it won't get in her way. She's a small girl and her facial features often express anger or discontent. She has bright amber eyes that can often throw people off, frightening them right off the bat - not that she minds. She actually prefers it that way. She'd rather be feared than respected. And people should fear her! Her attire is often that of black. She finds it a fitting color to her personality. Yvette doesn't put much into her appearance, but she does have a natural beauty about her. If it weren't for her pissed off expression, she'd look like an angel probably.
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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
The Seven Sins
Trouble
Breaking the rules
Cigarettes
DISLIKES: Nice people
Weak people
Classes lower than B
Most teachers
Humans
STRENGTHS: Fast healing rate
Strength despite her size
Control over Water
Knives
WEAKNESSES: Her temper
Iron
Arrogance
SECRETS: She wishes people liked her, but to avoid being rejected, she puts on an angry face and chases them away before they can get to know her.
OVERALL: Yvette is a very angry person to say the least. She has a serious issue with keeping her anger in check, but it's not really something she's looking to change about herself. It has also gotten her the nickname of Wrath, one of the seven deadly sins. It fits for her especially, probably more than would be healthy. If even the slightest thing goes against her, she breaks out into a yell. She starts fights often and she doesn't back down from a challenge. She is incredibly outspoken and if she doesn't agree with something, she will fight until it is made to work her way. This has often caused problems with teachers, for she won't accept a grade she thinks she doesn't deserve. She doesn't have many friends and her anger is probably the reason behind that. She wouldn't know whether to consider those in the seven sins her friends or not. They stick together. She supposes that's what friends do. It doesn't really matter. Cause she doesn't need friends to be successful.[/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: Jason, 39.
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER PEOPLE: She's not the kind of person to idolize someone.
HISTORY: The reason why she had been sent away to a school where she could stay for long periods of time wasn't because her parents wanted her to learn her abilities and be a better person. They sent her away because she was an embarrassment and they just needed to get her out of the house. She was a trouble maker even in her own home. She didn't follow the orders her parents gave her no matter how simple they were. They wanted her to do the dishes? Too bad! She put up a fight until they gave up. They grew frustrated with her antics so they sent her away to some lame school. She hadn't even been there long before her parents got a note from one of the teachers about her increasingly destructive behavior. They didn't do anything though.
She was no longer their problem. They didn't have to worry about her now that she was far away at some sleepover school. They told her not to bother coming home for the weekends or even the holidays. They were glad she was out of their house. They could finally get some peace to themselves - even work on a second child to replace the current one. Not that it really bothers Yvette (actually, it really does bother her). She claims she could care less what her parents think about her. She has no ambition to prove them otherwise. As a matter of fact, she's only become more angry and more destructive since being shipped away. She doesn't look forward to the summers, either, because that means she has to go back home. What can she do there? Her parents can't stand her. So she ends up leaving for days at a time. It's what she used to do when she couldn't stand being in the house any longer. All her parents did was yell at her.
So Yvette grew up in a loud household. Lots of yelling and lots of violence. Where do you think she learned it all?
Since being at Akashibai Academy, not much has changed. There's a lot of violence there, too. So she didn't have to worry about feeling homesick. She made a few 'friends' in the B class and she even joined a little group. They all seem to 'get along'. They are all in the same boat when it comes to disliking the lower class, and they all seem to enjoy in some kind of destructive behavior. Just her type of people. They even started an underground fighting ring, which she enjoys to no end. She's even been known to take part in a few matches here and there. She's quite the exceptional fighter and she uses her frail looking form to her advantage.[/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:
The cold, calculated gaze that met Missy was staggering. Something was changing within Ozzy and she was witness to it. In fact, she was the cause behind it and she knew it. The knowledge that she had caused this shift in her dear friend was hard for her to stomach. Could she really hold so much power? Could her words really cut so deep? But Missy knew better than anyone the power words held. The things that could be said about words - the fact that they could hurt a friend so deeply. She watched him as he turned on her, the sheer force of his undiluted rage being put on her. He was someone completely different. She didn't recognize this person anymore. Moments ago, even as she had reeled on him in anger, she was able to gaze upon a familiar face. But this person who was towering over her with a rage directed solely at her was someone she'd never seen before. His eyes had glazed over into something unrecognizable. She'd been so fond of those eyes of his, but now his gaze turned her blood cold.
Then in an instant she could not even begin to comprehend, Ozzy was on her. His hands were at her arms, holding tightly and forcing a wince from her cold eyes. He slammed her against a wall with such force that the air had been knocked from her lungs. She gasped, trying to taking in the much needed air, but his closeness and his anger had stolen her ability to breathe. Did she cross a line? What kind of question was that? Of course she had, but the consequences of her words were just dawning on her. What if she was losing her friend now? What if she had done something so unforgivable that he would never look at her again? What if he never wanted to speak to her again? The magnitude of such a realization hit her like a freight train. Her cold eyes had been replaced with ones of shock and revelation. What she had done was unforgivable. She knew that. And now she may have lost the only person she really cared for more than she knew... more than she realized.
But the kindness she had become so familiar with was gone from his eyes. Replacing it was hatred. He hated her now. And she was the blame. There was no reason for her to have used his family against him, but even then, even as this logic came to her, the anger she had originally felt overwhelmed her. She didn't even begin to try and understand why she had been so angry with him. Why did she also want to use his family against him? Was it jealousy? Was she jealous that even now his deceased family, his dead wife, dictated his actions. He had turned her aside so violently when they first met and it was still something she couldn't see past. Everything he did was for them and they were dead. They couldn't see it, but she could. She did every day. The knowledge she had without his consent burned at her consciousness. She knew so much and he had no idea. He lived for his family and that hurt her. So she was angry again. Even as his hands gripped her so tightly that she felt the bruises beginning to form on her skin.
I...care. His words were a hissed whisper, but she'd heard them, and her eyes widened in shock when he said them. He cared. It was such a simple concept but it was something she had wanted to hear. Why she wanted so desperately to hear it was still lost on her. But the words were bittersweet. The anger behind them was unmistakable. The look of shock was replaced with pain as he shoved her against the wall again. Defeated, Missy yelped and cringed in his grasp, finally turning her eyes away from him. She closed her eyes to stop herself from crying. How selfish. After everything she had said, she wanted him to comfort her as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. And she was one to fight so hard against selfish desires. She urged so many to think of the whole - the many; not the one. But here she was. She wasn't concerned for Ozzy's hurt heart. She was thinking only of her own loneliness.
His hands were off of her and Missy almost collapsed to the floor. Her hands went to her own arms, hugging herself slightly as she winced in pain. She flinched as he screamed at her, repeating his original confession. She glanced up at him only to tear her eyes away from him. She couldn't stand to see his boiling hatred. And to think... mere seconds ago this is what she wanted. She wanted exactly this kind of reaction. She had wanted so badly to hurt him. She yelped again as fist came flying toward her, only to land mere inches from her face, connecting hard against the wall. She knew he wanted so badly for that fist to have hit her in the face. She knew it. He wanted to hurt her. But she had brought it on herself.
There was no excuse.
Get out...
And what could she possibly say to him as she saw a tear stream down his cheek. Her words had done enough damage. She couldn't say anything to remedy this. So all she could do was remain motionless for a second before rushing quickly from the sleeping quarters, her eyes welling with tears. She had run all the way to her own room, slamming the door behind her before collapsing on the floor and sobbing pathetically.
Then in an instant she could not even begin to comprehend, Ozzy was on her. His hands were at her arms, holding tightly and forcing a wince from her cold eyes. He slammed her against a wall with such force that the air had been knocked from her lungs. She gasped, trying to taking in the much needed air, but his closeness and his anger had stolen her ability to breathe. Did she cross a line? What kind of question was that? Of course she had, but the consequences of her words were just dawning on her. What if she was losing her friend now? What if she had done something so unforgivable that he would never look at her again? What if he never wanted to speak to her again? The magnitude of such a realization hit her like a freight train. Her cold eyes had been replaced with ones of shock and revelation. What she had done was unforgivable. She knew that. And now she may have lost the only person she really cared for more than she knew... more than she realized.
But the kindness she had become so familiar with was gone from his eyes. Replacing it was hatred. He hated her now. And she was the blame. There was no reason for her to have used his family against him, but even then, even as this logic came to her, the anger she had originally felt overwhelmed her. She didn't even begin to try and understand why she had been so angry with him. Why did she also want to use his family against him? Was it jealousy? Was she jealous that even now his deceased family, his dead wife, dictated his actions. He had turned her aside so violently when they first met and it was still something she couldn't see past. Everything he did was for them and they were dead. They couldn't see it, but she could. She did every day. The knowledge she had without his consent burned at her consciousness. She knew so much and he had no idea. He lived for his family and that hurt her. So she was angry again. Even as his hands gripped her so tightly that she felt the bruises beginning to form on her skin.
I...care. His words were a hissed whisper, but she'd heard them, and her eyes widened in shock when he said them. He cared. It was such a simple concept but it was something she had wanted to hear. Why she wanted so desperately to hear it was still lost on her. But the words were bittersweet. The anger behind them was unmistakable. The look of shock was replaced with pain as he shoved her against the wall again. Defeated, Missy yelped and cringed in his grasp, finally turning her eyes away from him. She closed her eyes to stop herself from crying. How selfish. After everything she had said, she wanted him to comfort her as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. And she was one to fight so hard against selfish desires. She urged so many to think of the whole - the many; not the one. But here she was. She wasn't concerned for Ozzy's hurt heart. She was thinking only of her own loneliness.
His hands were off of her and Missy almost collapsed to the floor. Her hands went to her own arms, hugging herself slightly as she winced in pain. She flinched as he screamed at her, repeating his original confession. She glanced up at him only to tear her eyes away from him. She couldn't stand to see his boiling hatred. And to think... mere seconds ago this is what she wanted. She wanted exactly this kind of reaction. She had wanted so badly to hurt him. She yelped again as fist came flying toward her, only to land mere inches from her face, connecting hard against the wall. She knew he wanted so badly for that fist to have hit her in the face. She knew it. He wanted to hurt her. But she had brought it on herself.
There was no excuse.
Get out...
And what could she possibly say to him as she saw a tear stream down his cheek. Her words had done enough damage. She couldn't say anything to remedy this. So all she could do was remain motionless for a second before rushing quickly from the sleeping quarters, her eyes welling with tears. She had run all the way to her own room, slamming the door behind her before collapsing on the floor and sobbing pathetically.
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This was made for this site, do not steal or
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