Post by zero on Jan 21, 2012 21:03:12 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Samantha Black
★ NICKNAME: Sam
★ MEMBER GROUP: Team Rocket Gijinka
★ POKEMON: Ninjask
★ AGE: Seventeen
★ HEIGHT: 5’2”
★ WEIGHT: 110 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Anri Sonohara from Durarara!!
★ APPEARANCE:
From a distance, Sam first appears to be a rather normal girl. With her collared shirt and neat appearance, she just isn’t the type to catch your attention. A bit on the short side, perhaps; a bit more muscular than your average, lazy middle-class; but other than that, she’s just an average kid walking home from school. Yet, as you take a second look, little things seem to stand out. Her skin is several shades too pale, her pitch-black hair standing out in stark contrast. Her head flickers back and forth, perpetually scanning the horizon, as if she’s afraid of something. But, as you get even closer, she begins to seem... Inhuman, almost. Something about the way she moves just seems wrong. Her neck whips back and forth at speeds that should not be possible. The motions start too quickly, end too suddenly, in robot-like precision. And it never stops. At any given time, her fingers are playing with something, or her weight shifts rapidly back and forth, or she looks over her shoulder like a frightened piece of prey. And there, in the pocket of her jacket... Is that the hilt of a knife? But the moment she notices you watching her, she glares at you with blood-red eyes. You blink once in surprise, and discover that she's fled, so quickly that it’s like she never even existed.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Sweet. Ha. You wish. But she’s a good actor, when she puts her mind to it. Flattery goes farther than most people think.
- Controlled. She can put up with an idiot for amounts of time that would drive any normal person insane. Granted, she takes comfort in the fact that she can punish them later, but still, she appears calm and composed. Just as well.
- Courageous. Fearless, more like it. She simply isn’t afraid of death.
- Determined. Once her mind is set on a goal, nothing will stop her, even if it takes years to achieve.
- Focused. No petty distractions will waver her resolve. She takes things one day at a time, always.
- Observant. Nothing can escape her piercing crimson gaze. Nothing.
★ NEGATIVE:
- Impatient. She’s always moving, and anyone who holds her up is dead meat. Wherever she’s going, she needs to get there fast.
- No sense of danger. She isn’t afraid of dying, and has been known to become severely injured because she didn’t recognize the danger of the situation. She isn’t even that brave, really, simply… ignorant.
- Thief. Now that she works for Team Rocket, she no longer needs to steal to live. And yet, she can’t seem to stop. She has an odd fascination for shiny things, and is an incredible pick-pocket.
- Easily manipulated. She’s a mischievous little bugger, and if you can convince her that a job will be funny, she’ll do it just for kicks, regardless of the consequences.
- Vengeful. Do anything to piss her off, and you’re going on her list. No questions asked. She might appear to forgive, but she never, never forgets.
- Uncontrollable. It doesn’t matter what the boss does to try and stop her: if you give her reason enough to make her mad, no one on earth can protect you.
- Paranoid. She’s got nerve when it comes to fighting, sure, but as for social interaction? Ah, no. If you’ve noticed her at all, you’ve seen too much.
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- When seriously lost in thought, she tends to chew on her lower lip, to the point where it bleeds.
- She pities humans for some odd reason, and is more likely to let them off easy. Other gijinkas, however, are often subject to her rage.
- Perhaps its the bug-type in her, but she’s incredibly twitchy. Her fingers never stop their constant flicking, and she’s known for incessantly shifting her weight from foot to foot.
- Due to being part insect, she has horrible double-vision and has a desperate need for glasses. Without them, she’s liable to talk to a copy of you several feet to your left.
- She almost always has some sort of pointy object on her person, whether it be a knife or a sword or a ballpoint pen. In a pinch, her long, hard nails will do, but that's always rather messy.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Sam, essentially, cares for no one but herself. She’s a huge advocate of peace, and hates Epispect with a vengeance, but even that isn’t because she wants to save lives. She just finds it frustrating to be forced into a fight every time she turns the corner. If the war would just end, and everyone would leave her in peace, she would be perfectly happy. But as long as she is hunted as an illegal gijinka, she’ll never be able to catch a break. The need to constantly be aware of her surroundings has made her flighty and paranoid, and she tries to avoid most interactions. She’s perfectly content to lurk in the shadows, watching the world go by. If you can manage to force her into a civil conversation, you’ll find she’s got a sharp tongue and a sharper temper. She doesn’t take kindly to being insulted, and even a simple joke is liable to drive her off. The moment you make a sudden movement, or say something odd, or even look at her wrong, she’ll flee.
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H I S T O R Y
- Samantha Black. What is there to tell? Born to fairly average middle-class parents, her childhood was nothing remarkable. She was perfectly normal in every way. She wasn’t a genius, wasn’t particularly good at battling, either. She had a few friends growing up in the suburbs, but wasn't ever extremely popular. She was never an extremely obedient child, but she was never bad, either. She simply...was. Overall, a very forgettable kind of girl.
- And her parents didn’t like it. Their co-workers all had kids that were athletic, or smart, or extremely popular. Sam could do absolutely nothing, and frankly, it was rather embarrasing. They decided to do something different, to give her whatever small advantage they could in this messed-up world. Though they didn’t have the funds to get the real cure from Epispect, they did have a bit of cash to spare. They were easily able to get a dose of DNA off the Black Market, assuming that, since they didn’t have the virus, Epispect would just let them be. Bad move.
- Epispect, upon learning of yet another illegal gijinka, sent their agents to come and take care of the problem. Her poor parents were really no match for the professionals, but Sam, with her new-found gijinka powers, managed to elude them. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the blood of the fastest known Pokemon now ran through her veins... Of course, in this twisted world, there’s no such thing as happily ever after. With no where to go, she found herself wandering the slums. She had been pretty useless at school, never had many close friends, so it wasn’t as if she lost anything in particular. In fact, it was here that she discovered her true calling. She didn't have to be the strongest, or the smartest, or the most liked. All she had to do was run. It was quite simple, really. Rogue Pokemon? Outrun them. Epispect agent? Outrun them. Going hungry? Go steal something from the city and- guess what?- outrun any pursuers. It was among this danger that she truly thrived, forging a life for herself as a street rat, picking pockets by day, sleeping under the stars every night.
- Of course, it was only a matter of time before she ran into someone with a special interest in her gijinka blood. Team Rocket approached her, with glorious tales of humans and gijinkas alike living in peace. Honestly, she didn’t give a damn about their ethics, but the idea of putting her speed to good use appealed to her. This fighting between species was getting old, and she was under the impression that those who broke the laws ought to be punished. She was definitely on board with their “fighting for the sake of peace” outlook, and joined after only a moment’s hesitation.
- Perfectly able to fend for herself, she didn’t really require any of their special training. Frankly, after that initial encounter, not much about her life changed. She wanders the lands freely, doing quite a bit of Team Rocket’s dirty work: seeking out those who would disturb the peace, and punishing them accordingly.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Zero
★ AGE: Sixteen
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
★ RP SAMPLE:
Jubilife. Usually swarming with activity like a hive of Combees, it was late, now, and the massive city was slumbering peacefully. Most of the average, everyday nobodies were deep in sleep, blissfully unaware of the city’s shadier characters, who were just now beginning to appear. Should anyone have happened to be inside the laboratory at the time, they would have seen, through the many windows, a small grove of trees, swaying slightly in the nighttime breeze. Looking closer, they might have spotted a girl there, sitting cross-legged against one of the largest trunks. If they could get over the fact that she seemed a bit out of place, she would have seemed a normal schoolgirl, dressed in a simple grey tank top and beat-up jeans, a small, cat-like Pokemon curled up in her lap. Yet, upon further examination, a more sinister side would appear. After all, no normal sixteen-year-old would watch a building with that sort of cold, calculating intensity. Indeed, the expression on the figure’s face resembled a predator, which had finally cornered its prey. But, in a way, this was true. After all, there wasn’t a soul inside of the lab, no one to warn the single remaining researcher of the assassin who had her sights set specifically on him.
From her seat at the base of a large oak, only a stone’s throw away from the building, Alex turned to address the Pokemon nestled in her lap. "He is the only one left?" Her voice held the slightest hint of malicious anticipation, and yet the Glameow did not flinch. It simply bobbed its head, as the only scents upon the still night air were stale. It certainly seemed, to the Pokemon’s superior senses, that the researcher and his Dewgong were the last ones. This was good enough for Alex, and with strange, feral grace, she rose to her feet, clutching the Glameow to her chest. Straightening up, she managed to put a somewhat cheery expression on her face before emitting a low whistle.
From the darkness emerged a third shape, a smaller, fox-like creature. She repeated her question, and the Umbreon nodded once, sharply. ”Very well, then. Let’s get going.” Alex’s excitement was growing now, and though a stranger would not be able to tell, it was certainly happening. The hunt always gave her this feeling, and she enjoyed it immensely. Rarely was her focus this sharp, her mind this crystal clear. The sensation was addicting, in a way, but that really was of no matter now.
The hunt was beginning.
She walked, almost casually, in the general direction of the lab. The Glameow held gently in her arms, as well as the Umbreon trotting close at her heels, were picking up on the excitement now. The signs were subtle, as everything was with the trio of agents, but a happy twitch of the tail, a little purr of anticipation, the constant flicking of their ears, all added up: someone was going to get killed tonight.
Soon enough, the three figures were standing right behind the man and his Dewgong. He seemed so engrossed in locking up the lab that he didn’t seem to notice them. Just as well. ”Excuse me, sir.” Her voice, so sweet and innocent, drifted through the still night air. ”You work here, right? Can you answer a question for me?” What on earth a teenage girl would need to know at this dreadful hour was beyond her, but she wanted to at least give the man a chance. If he cooperated, maybe she would spare him the torture of Team Rocket’s finest and give him a quick, painless death. Maybe.
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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