Post by Edgie on Jun 6, 2011 16:11:52 GMT -10
»The Player
Your nickname: Edgie
Roleplaying for how long? Four years, almost five.
»The Puppet
Name: Zooey (Zo-ee) Lee
Age: Seventeen Years
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color:Black-brown
Ethnicity: European+Asian
Occupation: Errand Girl (School just isn't "safe".)
Face Claim: Alice Greczyn
Description:
At five foot six, Zooey is relatively average in height. Tall if out in heels, but it's unlikely that'll ever happen unless someone wants to have footwear thrown at them at dangerous speeds. She's slim around the waist and none too thick around the chest or hips area, making slipping into clothes just..perfect. Or, at least, it's easier than it is for some people. and she's never had much trouble with weight or anything. Her hair is thick and wavy, falling around her shoulders in a sometimes-messy mass. It's a dark black-brown, more brown than black and on rare occasuions has hosted an odd assortment of colored streaks, mostly limited to her favorte color, blue, and it's various shades. Normally, her clothes are very...average. T-shirts, jeans, shorts...various sneakers and the occasional accessory. Nothing big, and nothing flashy, muted colored mostly. Her eyes are set a rather average distance apart, maybe a little too close together or too far apart depending on opinion, but if you ask her..it's average. They're a dark brown, and like her hair, lean more towards black in tone. Despite her heritage, they aren't slanted..or really even anything. She looks about as asian as a canteloupe, and tends to avoid the food and culture altogether if she can. She also tends to be wearing a semi-permanant scowl..if she can help it, she won't smile much.
Maybe a smirk.
She has a great smirk.
Personality: Sarcastic, anti-social, day-dreamer, reluctant,constantly under her older sister's shadow, frustrated, stir-crazy
Zoo isn't a pleasant person. Let's face it..she just can't be. She's demeaning, insulting, and she's not afraid to tear you down with acid-laced words. Her sarcastic streak is miles long and ages wide, and is her best form of defense in a public setting, and in a private one. While she wasn't like this up until a few years ago, it has become her strongest line of defense. no amount of shape-changing and hiding can help her. Constantly under watch, Zooey has become one who is lacking in social skills. She has enough to get by when she's let out of her home/prison..or when she occasionally escapes. Which normally results in less-than savory situations, but a chance at the sun is good enough for her. She's developed a habit of day-dreaming. What would her life be like if she wasn't trapped? Or if she didn't have dead parents and a paranoid sister? What if her entire family was just a bunch of normal civillians..or the good guys? Another coping mechanism? You bet it is. She is reluctant to do anything that is out of her comfort zone, and she isn't all too comfortable with anything..especially things of an illegal variety. It's always a hassle to get her to do her "job", but she does it eventually. After all, she'd sell her soul to get outside. Due to past events, she is constantly under the watchful (and paranoid) eye of her older sister, Chloe. And by under watch, we mean she never leaves the penthouse apartment they live in. The windows are barred, the internet has so much blocked, there's no point in getting on it, and the TV is constantly set on The Disney channel. Yet she still mantains a morbid sense of humor. she's frustrated, and slowly losing her minde from being trapped. A real caged bird, you could say.
And considering the fact that she can change into a bird if she wants too..Well.
History:
Born seventeen years ago to a rather..stunning young man Son Lee and his wife, Eliza Lee, Zooey is the second daughter in a family of villians. By the time she came along, all pale-of-skin and chubby-cheeked, the family already had a seven-year old daughter, Chloe. Zooey was a surprise, for the family had been fine as a trio. But a quartet they would be, and that seemed just fine. Zoo doesn't remeber much about her parents, or at least their occupations. she tends to forget details she finds unpleasant, and their jobs are things she'd like to forget. She does, however, remeber her mother's smile, her light brown hair..and her father's rumbling laugh. Her sister was in and out of the house, but Zooey was always envious of the elder girl's confidence. She gew up slowly and happily, from what she tells herself, and even if it is all a lie tp make herself happy, it's good enough for her. Twelve years after her birth, her parents just dissapeared.
Though, really, that isn't at all what happened.
They were villians of some sort, a fact Zooey can't even recall now, and a couple of heroes came in and pretty much demolished them. What shattered her sister brought the two of them together. Well, not really. A nineteen-year old Chloe snatched her baby sister up and carted her away where she could keep the confused Zooey "safe." This is a fact a now-seventeen Zo can't forget, since she is still living in that current situation. Locked and bound to a space slightly smaller than a small department stoor in length and width, her home is a lush, personalized prison. she is only let out when Chloe has a "odd-job" that needs done, or when she completes a succesful escape attempt.
She discovered her shape-changing abilities by accident, after another day of endless boredom. An accident and some imaginative thinking, and suddenly she was a caterpillar..and then a spider monkey. A cat, a wolf..a vampire bat and hippopatomaus. Not only has it become vital to her occasional escapes, it is another way to pass the time.
It's either that or endless Wizards of Waverly Place marathons.
»The Side-effects
Super Name:Skinwalker (This wasn't her choice. Chloe picked it, sadly.)
Class: Villain, though she dreams of being a hero. You could call her the Unwilling Villain if you want to. It's sort of forced.
Powers:
Shape-changing.
Yup..transformation. That's it. Someone got the short end of the nuclear stick.
Weakness: Small spaces, nickel.
How do they get into their disguise? Well, she thinks about it, whatever she wants to turn into.
Suit description: Huh...pick and animal, any animal. A rhino? You got it. A badger? Plausible.
Click for a picture~ Since it's a massive..file. Ya.
»The Extras
How did you find this site? Ad on a Warriors Site.
Roleplay example:
So constricting.
This was hell.
If the place of the damned had plush heather gray couches, a big-screen HDTV, and more books than a high-end bookstore. Curled into a ball, Zooey clutched her knees to her chest, brown eyes glazed over as she watched yet another marathon on TV. Thought she wasn't really watching. More like..fading off into another hopeless daydream, where everything wasn't so...painful. She hated the empty spot in her chest, how even her heart seemd barred up. Seriously? Didn't anyone ever wonder why the windows of a penthouse were barred up six different ways? Where people really that stupid and careless? She was going crazy up here, so crazy that even the polyester threads of her slate blue hoodie felt like they were crawling across her skin.
Her hair fell into her face, the tangled waves a mess. Again, she hadn't bothered to brush it. No one was going to see her, so it didn't matter. Not one little bit. Chloe would come home and bursh it, acting as if it was perfectly normal to keep your own sister captive. Eyes half-lidded, she slipped out of her dream and off the couch. Slow, zombie-like, she pressed her face the the glass of the floor-to-celing windows in the main room, staring down at the buzzing city below. She wanted to claw at it, to break the clear, shiny stuff to pieces. But it wasn't going to happen, ever. No one was going to come fly to her rescue, but she didn't have the strength today to do it herself. Maybe tomorrow, if she got some coffee in her system. She would ask Chloe to buy her some, the nice stuff that perked her right up.
"Pah. I'm getting all excited by coffee." She scoffed, voice rough from lack of use.
She sure hoped her captor didn't buy decaff. That had been a hell of a week when that had last happened. Sighing, she turned away from the window, bare feet carrying her across the lilac-gray carpet to her room. She had picked the colors, all blues and white. The ceiling was covered in clouds, and as she feel back on her over-sozed bed, her fingers clasped at the image.
If only.
Your nickname: Edgie
Roleplaying for how long? Four years, almost five.
»The Puppet
Name: Zooey (Zo-ee) Lee
Age: Seventeen Years
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color:Black-brown
Ethnicity: European+Asian
Occupation: Errand Girl (School just isn't "safe".)
Face Claim: Alice Greczyn
Description:
At five foot six, Zooey is relatively average in height. Tall if out in heels, but it's unlikely that'll ever happen unless someone wants to have footwear thrown at them at dangerous speeds. She's slim around the waist and none too thick around the chest or hips area, making slipping into clothes just..perfect. Or, at least, it's easier than it is for some people. and she's never had much trouble with weight or anything. Her hair is thick and wavy, falling around her shoulders in a sometimes-messy mass. It's a dark black-brown, more brown than black and on rare occasuions has hosted an odd assortment of colored streaks, mostly limited to her favorte color, blue, and it's various shades. Normally, her clothes are very...average. T-shirts, jeans, shorts...various sneakers and the occasional accessory. Nothing big, and nothing flashy, muted colored mostly. Her eyes are set a rather average distance apart, maybe a little too close together or too far apart depending on opinion, but if you ask her..it's average. They're a dark brown, and like her hair, lean more towards black in tone. Despite her heritage, they aren't slanted..or really even anything. She looks about as asian as a canteloupe, and tends to avoid the food and culture altogether if she can. She also tends to be wearing a semi-permanant scowl..if she can help it, she won't smile much.
Maybe a smirk.
She has a great smirk.
Personality: Sarcastic, anti-social, day-dreamer, reluctant,constantly under her older sister's shadow, frustrated, stir-crazy
Zoo isn't a pleasant person. Let's face it..she just can't be. She's demeaning, insulting, and she's not afraid to tear you down with acid-laced words. Her sarcastic streak is miles long and ages wide, and is her best form of defense in a public setting, and in a private one. While she wasn't like this up until a few years ago, it has become her strongest line of defense. no amount of shape-changing and hiding can help her. Constantly under watch, Zooey has become one who is lacking in social skills. She has enough to get by when she's let out of her home/prison..or when she occasionally escapes. Which normally results in less-than savory situations, but a chance at the sun is good enough for her. She's developed a habit of day-dreaming. What would her life be like if she wasn't trapped? Or if she didn't have dead parents and a paranoid sister? What if her entire family was just a bunch of normal civillians..or the good guys? Another coping mechanism? You bet it is. She is reluctant to do anything that is out of her comfort zone, and she isn't all too comfortable with anything..especially things of an illegal variety. It's always a hassle to get her to do her "job", but she does it eventually. After all, she'd sell her soul to get outside. Due to past events, she is constantly under the watchful (and paranoid) eye of her older sister, Chloe. And by under watch, we mean she never leaves the penthouse apartment they live in. The windows are barred, the internet has so much blocked, there's no point in getting on it, and the TV is constantly set on The Disney channel. Yet she still mantains a morbid sense of humor. she's frustrated, and slowly losing her minde from being trapped. A real caged bird, you could say.
And considering the fact that she can change into a bird if she wants too..Well.
History:
Born seventeen years ago to a rather..stunning young man Son Lee and his wife, Eliza Lee, Zooey is the second daughter in a family of villians. By the time she came along, all pale-of-skin and chubby-cheeked, the family already had a seven-year old daughter, Chloe. Zooey was a surprise, for the family had been fine as a trio. But a quartet they would be, and that seemed just fine. Zoo doesn't remeber much about her parents, or at least their occupations. she tends to forget details she finds unpleasant, and their jobs are things she'd like to forget. She does, however, remeber her mother's smile, her light brown hair..and her father's rumbling laugh. Her sister was in and out of the house, but Zooey was always envious of the elder girl's confidence. She gew up slowly and happily, from what she tells herself, and even if it is all a lie tp make herself happy, it's good enough for her. Twelve years after her birth, her parents just dissapeared.
Though, really, that isn't at all what happened.
They were villians of some sort, a fact Zooey can't even recall now, and a couple of heroes came in and pretty much demolished them. What shattered her sister brought the two of them together. Well, not really. A nineteen-year old Chloe snatched her baby sister up and carted her away where she could keep the confused Zooey "safe." This is a fact a now-seventeen Zo can't forget, since she is still living in that current situation. Locked and bound to a space slightly smaller than a small department stoor in length and width, her home is a lush, personalized prison. she is only let out when Chloe has a "odd-job" that needs done, or when she completes a succesful escape attempt.
She discovered her shape-changing abilities by accident, after another day of endless boredom. An accident and some imaginative thinking, and suddenly she was a caterpillar..and then a spider monkey. A cat, a wolf..a vampire bat and hippopatomaus. Not only has it become vital to her occasional escapes, it is another way to pass the time.
It's either that or endless Wizards of Waverly Place marathons.
»The Side-effects
Super Name:Skinwalker (This wasn't her choice. Chloe picked it, sadly.)
Class: Villain, though she dreams of being a hero. You could call her the Unwilling Villain if you want to. It's sort of forced.
Powers:
Shape-changing.
Yup..transformation. That's it. Someone got the short end of the nuclear stick.
Weakness: Small spaces, nickel.
How do they get into their disguise? Well, she thinks about it, whatever she wants to turn into.
Suit description: Huh...pick and animal, any animal. A rhino? You got it. A badger? Plausible.
Click for a picture~ Since it's a massive..file. Ya.
»The Extras
How did you find this site? Ad on a Warriors Site.
Roleplay example:
So constricting.
This was hell.
If the place of the damned had plush heather gray couches, a big-screen HDTV, and more books than a high-end bookstore. Curled into a ball, Zooey clutched her knees to her chest, brown eyes glazed over as she watched yet another marathon on TV. Thought she wasn't really watching. More like..fading off into another hopeless daydream, where everything wasn't so...painful. She hated the empty spot in her chest, how even her heart seemd barred up. Seriously? Didn't anyone ever wonder why the windows of a penthouse were barred up six different ways? Where people really that stupid and careless? She was going crazy up here, so crazy that even the polyester threads of her slate blue hoodie felt like they were crawling across her skin.
Her hair fell into her face, the tangled waves a mess. Again, she hadn't bothered to brush it. No one was going to see her, so it didn't matter. Not one little bit. Chloe would come home and bursh it, acting as if it was perfectly normal to keep your own sister captive. Eyes half-lidded, she slipped out of her dream and off the couch. Slow, zombie-like, she pressed her face the the glass of the floor-to-celing windows in the main room, staring down at the buzzing city below. She wanted to claw at it, to break the clear, shiny stuff to pieces. But it wasn't going to happen, ever. No one was going to come fly to her rescue, but she didn't have the strength today to do it herself. Maybe tomorrow, if she got some coffee in her system. She would ask Chloe to buy her some, the nice stuff that perked her right up.
"Pah. I'm getting all excited by coffee." She scoffed, voice rough from lack of use.
She sure hoped her captor didn't buy decaff. That had been a hell of a week when that had last happened. Sighing, she turned away from the window, bare feet carrying her across the lilac-gray carpet to her room. She had picked the colors, all blues and white. The ceiling was covered in clouds, and as she feel back on her over-sozed bed, her fingers clasped at the image.
If only.
