Post by AMARYLLIS ELLARAYVE JOBE on Jul 15, 2010 13:21:14 GMT -5
[/b][/font]AMARYLLISELLARAYVEJOBE
“To be a warrior is not a simple matter of wishing to be one. It is rather an endless struggle that will go on to the very last moment of our lives. Nobody is born a warrior, in exactly the same way that nobody is born an average man. We make ourselves into one or the other.” [/center] [/blockquote][/blockquote]
That kind of soft, that kind of silly
But when I’m in doubt, I open my mouth
And words come out, words come out like
But when I’m in doubt, I open my mouth
And words come out, words come out like
FULL NAME ! amaryllis ellarayve jobe
NICNAMES ! mary;ell;rayve
AGE ! unknown
SPECIES ! gifted human
GRADE/OCCUPATION ! training coach
SIDE ! fighting
POWERS ! Survivalsurvival is a very complicated thing. it does not prohibit failure nor does it demand success. it rests soully on surviving. at birth she was blessed with everything she needed to survive almost every situation.
- Enviromental
heat and cold do not affect her as much as the rest of the world, only slightly. in a drought she can find food and water, even if it means throttling a goose with her bare hands. she can start a fire in the middle of a blizzard and rainstorm. when in need of shelter it seems she is magnetically drawn to it. even with wild animals she has some weird affect. the most aggressive beast reduced to lucrid and tacitine creatures in her pressence. in a time of hunger god leads her to the safest kill. never has she gotten lost or went hungry or thirsty.- Physical
this girl has never in her life been sick with even a cold. like stated before heat or cold barelly affects her and its the same with pain. physically she is as strong and fast as she needs to be to survive every fight and every situation with minimal damage to her person. the odds could be completely and entirely stacked against her and she would still come out of it virtually unscathed.- Life
due to the fact that her gift will not allow her to die, she is virtually immortal. her orgins, family, and age are unknown. also she has stayed a young age and always will. god knows how long this continual loop will last, and how it occurs.
emotional survival is the only thing her gift does not gaurrentee.
High in the sky, the song that I’m singing
A sweet little lie, I cry wolf, cry
Rabbit out the hat, so that’s why I’m bringing
A sweet little lie, I cry wolf, cry
Rabbit out the hat, so that’s why I’m bringing
HAIR COLOR ! milk chocolate brown
EYE COLOR ! deep chocolate brown
HEIGHT ! five foot seven
WEIGHT ! onehundred twenty five pounds
APPERANCE !mary is unable to scar, tattoo, or peirce her flesh, her ability does not allow it. But flawless skin is not all iits put up to be, she doesn't burn so she can't tan. so her skin is a constant unchanging light tan that she was born with. she appears delicate and feminine but her gift doesn't allow that. long gentle fingers and uncalloused palms, though she works as hard as any man. Thin shoulders a tiny waist and wide hips make her look virtually harmless, but it is all part of her opressive gift. she is exquisite and beautiful and she knows it but she does not want to be.
Some tricks up my sleeve, for noticing me
I wouldn’t cause you any harm, I just want you in my arms
I can’t help, I can’t help myself
I wouldn’t cause you any harm, I just want you in my arms
I can’t help, I can’t help myself
LIKES !
- storms
- moonlight and starlight
- spicy food
- vanilla
- danger
- kids - including teenagers
- laughing
- dancing - escpecially ballet
- long bubble bathes, lazy days infront of a fireplace and good books
- alchohol
DISLIKES !
- chocolate
- roses
- failure
- being called 'perfect'
- bullies
- crying
- being alone
- liars
- betrayed potential
- helplessness
LOVES !
- challenges
- fighting
- the success of her students
HATES !
- eternity
- her alchocol addiction
- quiters
PET PEEVES !
- snapping bubblegum
- tapping toes
- people who dont look others in the eye
HABITS !
- licking and biting her lips
- messing with her hair
- when bored or impatient she drums her fingers
SECRETS !
- is jealous of everyone else because they all can die and are not forced to watch those they love decay. they are not forced to live to see the end of eternity, alone.
GOALS !
- raise a family
- find a way to eventually die
- help gifted people from all generations succeed in taming their gifts
PERSONALITY !
Right is right rules are rules
This is more like April fool
I’m just winding you up,
This is more like April fool
I’m just winding you up,
[/COLOR][/B] ! unknownFAMILY !
FATHER ! unknown
SIBLINGS ! unknown
PETS ! daygon/peregrine falcon
SIGNIFIGANT OTHER ! undecided
CHILDREN ! none yet
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HOMETOWN !unknown
HISTORY !
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Baby, there’s a shark in the water
I caught them barking at the moon
Better be soon
I caught them barking at the moon
Better be soon
[/B] ! AND I HAVE BEEN RULIN’ THIS FOR seventeen years ! AND SHOWIN YAHS FOR THE PAST a long ass time ! JUST HOW MUCH I RULE. I FOUND SITW AT proboards support ! AND IM USING kate beckinsale ! FOR MY CHARACTER amaryllis ellarayve jobe ! BUT YOU MIGHT ALSO KNOW ME AS no one ! AND IF YOU NEED TO GET AHOLD OF ME YOU CAN FIND ME AT pm or email ! YOU WANNA SEE HOW WELL I PLAY?
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE !
Call him twisted but the moment he saw the girls he wanted to laugh and tear them apart, or send them away. They came in intercession, one after the other, a processional of estrogen. Something he was not so used to. When we the last time he had been with females. Oh yeah Mrs. Serelona Rochette was his last sexual connection with a female, a mission gone wrong ending in a set of twins, and a dead body on their heads instead of his. They were deffinately his kids, and he will see them again, eventually. When they were old enough to understand that what he did was for their sake, and the right thing. The man was not right, not in the head. His last friendship was enough proof of that. Mr. Devrick Peace and Mrs. Cherise Peace. He wanted to destroy them, and it would have been easy. One word set his monster side into play. murderer. They had no clue! The did not understand what these people could do to the world! He swallowed hard, holding back the ferrel growl that was about to escape. He had sent out a call and all he had recieved was two women. Yay. Either they would emotionally destroy him, he would destroy them, or, well, it might just be good for him and this might just work out. Damn! But women though! The Overlord must really hate him, but then he had every reason to. Ignoring the nature he gave him, supressing it and fighting it until the end, and terminating his creations. Oden would hate him to. The man was a basterd to these people.
He examined each from this distance. They were both obviously young, the first almost too young, the second, well, might work. Then again age didn't matter in blood games and half darkness, it was all skill, and these girls didn't need the fighting talent that his group did. But it would be a plus, they might eventually need to protect everyone from him. They would need the strength to be the one to put him down, and then protect his kids. They would need to have the ability to take on both sides of the group. One radiated a powerful sort of intelligence while the other a serene sort of wisdom. The first stood before him a questioning, untrusting nuisance. The only good thing he can read from her was that she did not immediatly believe she could trust him. No way! The other a cocky strong persona that irritated him to the bone, but she was strong, something he did not catch from the other. Both beautiful in their own way, but that did not matter. It had only caught his eye for a mere second. Taking a deep irritated breath he let out a slight whisper of a growl. Then turned around fully to face themHis hands behing his back, feet shoulder width apart, the pose of a warrior, all he had ever been, all he has ever known how to be, all he would ever be.
"Yes, I am obviously the one who called you here, among many others. Many preferrable others." His eyes were daggers, his words were harsh. Most people would blame his parents, problem was. He had none. "My name is Oden Brock, codenamed Holy, Holy for reasons you will not inquire from me." he looked from one to the other, staring dirrectly into their eyes and keeping his gaurd up. "If you are chosen as The Sheild's leader you may adress me as both, but only Oden in private. And the same will extend to you when I give you your altenate name. You will become that name in public and who you are now will cease to exist." The man was cold and he asked too much of childresn, especially these children, but it was neccessary. If they were chosen, then to save the people they loved, they would have to leave the world they knew behind. "If you can not handle that fact, I suggest you leave now." And make his life a hellova lot easier.
"This is a war, ladies, not a game! And I had called soldiers! What do you have that those soldiers did not?" he took a few steps to the right and turned to face them again. "Regrettably, a backbone. Now the question is: What do you have that the lady beside you does not. This is a war, and in war you pick only the most capable to lead, and I don't have time to make a test suitable for children, and girls none the less." They were so young, compared to him. How was he supposed to get along with, and lead with them. It should not be expected of him, but it was. He was not rational enough to lead the second part of his society, he needed someone who was. "What I need is logic, cunning, and strength. So, you tell me, which of you is better suited?" So this was a test, what information could you get from the person next to you after only standing near them for a few seconds, maybe minutes, and without talking to them. How useful could you be?
Call him twisted but the moment he saw the girls he wanted to laugh and tear them apart, or send them away. They came in intercession, one after the other, a processional of estrogen. Something he was not so used to. When we the last time he had been with females. Oh yeah Mrs. Serelona Rochette was his last sexual connection with a female, a mission gone wrong ending in a set of twins, and a dead body on their heads instead of his. They were deffinately his kids, and he will see them again, eventually. When they were old enough to understand that what he did was for their sake, and the right thing. The man was not right, not in the head. His last friendship was enough proof of that. Mr. Devrick Peace and Mrs. Cherise Peace. He wanted to destroy them, and it would have been easy. One word set his monster side into play. murderer. They had no clue! The did not understand what these people could do to the world! He swallowed hard, holding back the ferrel growl that was about to escape. He had sent out a call and all he had recieved was two women. Yay. Either they would emotionally destroy him, he would destroy them, or, well, it might just be good for him and this might just work out. Damn! But women though! The Overlord must really hate him, but then he had every reason to. Ignoring the nature he gave him, supressing it and fighting it until the end, and terminating his creations. Oden would hate him to. The man was a basterd to these people.
He examined each from this distance. They were both obviously young, the first almost too young, the second, well, might work. Then again age didn't matter in blood games and half darkness, it was all skill, and these girls didn't need the fighting talent that his group did. But it would be a plus, they might eventually need to protect everyone from him. They would need the strength to be the one to put him down, and then protect his kids. They would need to have the ability to take on both sides of the group. One radiated a powerful sort of intelligence while the other a serene sort of wisdom. The first stood before him a questioning, untrusting nuisance. The only good thing he can read from her was that she did not immediatly believe she could trust him. No way! The other a cocky strong persona that irritated him to the bone, but she was strong, something he did not catch from the other. Both beautiful in their own way, but that did not matter. It had only caught his eye for a mere second. Taking a deep irritated breath he let out a slight whisper of a growl. Then turned around fully to face themHis hands behing his back, feet shoulder width apart, the pose of a warrior, all he had ever been, all he has ever known how to be, all he would ever be.
"Yes, I am obviously the one who called you here, among many others. Many preferrable others." His eyes were daggers, his words were harsh. Most people would blame his parents, problem was. He had none. "My name is Oden Brock, codenamed Holy, Holy for reasons you will not inquire from me." he looked from one to the other, staring dirrectly into their eyes and keeping his gaurd up. "If you are chosen as The Sheild's leader you may adress me as both, but only Oden in private. And the same will extend to you when I give you your altenate name. You will become that name in public and who you are now will cease to exist." The man was cold and he asked too much of childresn, especially these children, but it was neccessary. If they were chosen, then to save the people they loved, they would have to leave the world they knew behind. "If you can not handle that fact, I suggest you leave now." And make his life a hellova lot easier.
"This is a war, ladies, not a game! And I had called soldiers! What do you have that those soldiers did not?" he took a few steps to the right and turned to face them again. "Regrettably, a backbone. Now the question is: What do you have that the lady beside you does not. This is a war, and in war you pick only the most capable to lead, and I don't have time to make a test suitable for children, and girls none the less." They were so young, compared to him. How was he supposed to get along with, and lead with them. It should not be expected of him, but it was. He was not rational enough to lead the second part of his society, he needed someone who was. "What I need is logic, cunning, and strength. So, you tell me, which of you is better suited?" So this was a test, what information could you get from the person next to you after only standing near them for a few seconds, maybe minutes, and without talking to them. How useful could you be?
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Please don’t make too much of it
It ain’t that serious, oh oh oh, oh oh
Please don’t make too much of it
It ain’t that serious, oh oh oh, oh oh
APPLICATION WRITTEN AND CODED BY
COLOURMEKAY at CAUTION TWO POINT OH!
LYRICS TO VVBROWN’s SHARK IN THE WATER
COLOURMEKAY at CAUTION TWO POINT OH!
LYRICS TO VVBROWN’s SHARK IN THE WATER
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