Post by neneparkes on Aug 13, 2011 4:09:09 GMT 10
[atrb=style, width: 410; border: solid #284042 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #1f1f1f; -moz-border-radius: 20px;] Annette Parkes I will not break, I won't surrender. [atrb=border,0,true] THE BASICS [scrolly:h(120),w(400),sy]Name: Annette Parkes Codename: Polaris Nicknames: Anne, Annie, Nene Age: 17 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Street Performer/ Vigilantte Member group: Neautral Squad: Not available. Codewords: STOLEN Theme song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9_S8nrdERY [/scrolly] THE LOOKS [scrolly:h(120),w(400),sy]Eyes: Wide, carefully guarded, almond shaped, black. One eye has a grey hue, from an injury she suffered as a child. Prone to wearing glasses. Hair: Chopped recklessly short, falls just above her ears. Straight, black, with some premature whitening. Height: 5 feet, 3 inches. Body: Annie kind of lacks here--one could say that she has he starving artist kind of look to her...or rather, she's built like a prepubescent boy. Perhaps with a better/constant diet, she'd fill out nicer. Other distinguishing features: Under great emotional stress, her injured eye emits a flame-like light. Play By: Utada Hikaru [/scrolly] THE PERSONALITY [scrolly:h(120),w(400),sy]Likes: -Music -Food (anything, really). -Anything star shaped. -Books -Performing -Frogs -Snakes -Plants -Crafts Dislikes: -Furred humans or supers or whatever! -Not doing anything. -Idealism without realism. -Muse block -Having to work for people she doesn't like. -Winter General: Annie's personality fluctuates from day to day, depending on the situation. Being raised in a hostile home enviornment, and with the streets as her teacher, Annie tends to keep mainly to herself. She does seek to be around other people, but her pride and morals won't allow her to make anything more than a temporary alliance. So mainly, she keeps to herself because she feels that's the only way to survive. The young woman comes off as blunt, almost painfully so. It's not that she wants to be mean, but she tends to be a realist. Sometimes she comes off as a "bitch" but she knows when to tone it down when a situation calls her to be more professional. In dangerous situations, she tends to keep relatively cool and gaurded, and likes to at least have several plans lined up in case one fails. Hardly one to panic, Annie tries to go about her life not fatally injuring someone--more than likely, she'd never be able to bring herself to take a life. Deep down, she's a nice person, as revealed by the music she writes--which might be the access to her "real" personality. Underneith the layers and the mean wall she puts up, she's an immensely caring person, who weeps when a friend is sick, who likes cute things, and goes very much out of her way to she few people she's loyal to. Always the tomboy, Annie acts a bit awkward when people are genuinely nice, and doesn't quite know how to react--and gets frustrated. Annie goes out of her way to do nice things--though she is not the type that likes to take credit for it. [/scrolly] THE SKILLS First and foremost, Annie is a musician--though she's limited to guitar and voice. She can perform as well--and tends not to be afraid of people. Though coming off as a jerk, Annie knows the power of words and can talk herself out of situations if she needed to, and knows how to handle herself. If it comes right down to it, she can defend herself. She has picked up capoiera along the way, a Brazilian form of martial-arts and is adept at using it. Being able to work with a lack of food, Annie, suprisingly, knows how to cook. Well. Sometimes, when she has access to materials, she knows how to make clothes and simple jewelry--which she makes out of rocks, rubble, old electronics. Most of the time she can sell it on the street for a few dollars. THE MUTATIONS In the truest form, Annie could be called a Light Manipulator. Somehow, her body is able to convert light energy into solid beams of power. Not able to be scientifically explained because she keeps her powers on the down-low, she's able to do things with light energy. Besides being able to create almost lazer-like beams from solar energy, she's able to create smaller, glowing orbs she simply calls "starlight". These can be used for more of onslaght; creating smaller, less powerful beams at once...though most of the time she uses them for things like reading, or perhaps a night-lamp. It seems that her powers are constantly evolving, and seem to pop up at times of great emotional distress. Once, while particularly upset, she found herself becoming taller--only to find out that she was floating. Flight seems to be a rather new power for her, though she has not found the time to exactly test it out, and how she can perfect it. At the moment, her "flight" consists of simple levitation--it is theorized that the light energy simply "lightens" her--or makes her molecules and atoms work at a faster rate than most humans--enabling her to theoretically fly, like, as Annie would call it "a sexier version of Superman". However, because the skill is so new, the only thing she can do now is levitate--distance flying may happen in the future...once Annie figures out how not to crash or become a bluody Asian smudge on a side of a tall building. Some of the strange side-effects from this mutation is that she has been known to emit a soft glow at night--something she jokes about constantly, and that her injured eye lets off an eerie, almost ghost like flame while she is accessing her energy. It seems she may get power directly from the sun, since she is considerably weaker in the darker, winter months--in which she has to make up the loss of energy with an increased caloric intake particularly from green plants. During nighttime, if she has managed to store enough "sunlight" she can go through the night, though she needs hours to recharge the following day, making her particularly vulnerable. Annie still does not have complete control over her flight powers, leaving her only able to levitate at the moment. THE WEAKNESSES Annie seems to grow particularly weak during long periods of darkness, specifically in the Winter. If she were to be locked into a small jail cell with only small amounts of food and no light source, it would severly limit her below normal humans. While she is able to "store" energy, it is never more than 24 hours before she is rendered almost useless--in which she goes into a dormant state and "sleeps". She -must- make up for lack of sunlight with caloric foods--if she doesn't, her body will try to attempt to eat itself. Though she would never admit it, she has a weakness for "cute" things--anything starshaped in particular. However, frred things, or rather, furred creatures with human-like characteristics seem to terrify her. She goes out of her way to avoid them at all costs, and can feel like a trapped animal if she is cornered. Her injured eye is also about 70 percent blind--so attacking her on the left side leaves her vulnerable. THE HISTORY Growing up in New York can seriously be a pain. Any kid growing up in the working poor or worse can attest to that. Annie was born on an ironically sunny day, to two loving parents--at least, they were until she was born. Her early life started out relatively normal; she played games with other kids in her neighborhood and went to school, and soaked in The United's propaganda. Initially an outgoing child, she made friends easily--but as soon as she found out how to read, she picked up on that very easily. Perhaps it was a way to hide from her parents constant bickering. Which was not always the easiest, considering her family lived in a crammed apartment that probably was made with the intentions of ftiing one. It was one of those days where she was walking home with a group of other students that they stopped to watch a street performer singing his soul out. It was a turning point for Annie, who had never really paid uch attention to music before. The rich vibratto, the brutal honesty in everything he sang--it was like meeting your soulmate for the first time. She stayed after the performance, and kindly enough, the young man suggested more music for her to check out. Naturally, it was music that his gang had created, but there were also suggestions from long-dead artists. It was like an underground revolution to her: it opened her eyes up to the world. There were songs of hope, despair, and every-day living. Oftentimes, she would sneak out of her apartment at night just to listen to these dead-artists belt their souls out, and soon, she began going to small impromptu jam-sessions. On a fateful day , after escaping a particularly bad fight between her parents, she happened to notice an odd thing sticking out of a garbage. Thinking she had struck luck, she pulled out an almost ancient looking guitar. The strings had been broken, and the coating was nearly stripped off, but she had found her salvation. Her own guitar. As the girl aged, she managed to completely refurbish her guitar, her salvation, her music. She began leaving her home more often--and after awhile, she began writing her own songs and performing them. Perhaps she would be helping out some poor soul find their salvation too. Anytime after school, she'd set up her own street corner, and just play and play, even though she was still relatively young. People would drop dollars, or spare change, and listen. Her dream was to do something she loved, to get away from her family and this city. Just as she had found something relatively positive, on her way home from school, she was witnessing a fight--initially, she tried to walk away and pay it no mind--though the person being picked on had been a small girl holding onto a violin--another performer. Annie sprang to the girls defense..only to recieve a rather mean cut to her eye and a crowbar to the back of her head. Somehow, her adrendaline carried her through the fight, and though she was battered pretty bad, she seemed to chase off a few of the gang members. It was only during the next day when she tried to perform that she finally passed out on the street--luckily, instead of being robbed of her personal possessions, she was taken to the hospital. Her next memory was waking up to the faces of her dear parents; who looked more concerned about her well-being than their own. The happiness didn't seem to last very long though--as they began to argue over whether they would be able to take her home or if she should stay longer for observation. Annie, usually cool and collected, lost her temper that dayat her parents--and viola--her very first sign of mutanism...her injured left eye seemed to light on fire. This ultimately stopped her parents from arguing, though their anger was redirected to their "freak" daughter--calling her a freak of nature, calling her mother a hussy--shde must have slept with a "super". Not being able to control herself, Annie grabbed her guitar and few clothes--and fled to the streets, where she has been ever since. Annie has since then adopted the name "Polaris" after the star as a sort of alter-ego. She has been working slowly with her powers, has thus dropped out of school, and is trying her best to make it alone. She uses what few skills she has in return for money--though she isn't exactly above stealing from other thieves...at least, for survival sake. THE PLAYER Name: Nyx Time Zone: GMT -5 Contact Info: MSN and Skype. PM me if you want them. Roleplay Sample: This was positively idiotic. Floating gently near an open window, she clutched onto a parcel of food. Though Annie, or, Polaris, as she sometimes liked to be called, only had so much food stored away, she had found out that the young violinist--the one that she had saved that fateful night, had fallen into some rather bad times. Her hand had been injured--which was fatal to the survival of any kind of performer on the streets. No music, no food. Sneaking through the window like she was just so used to doing, she laid out the perishable foods on the table of the girl--and a few dollars...the few she made today. It wasn't much, but hopefully it was enough for a bus ride out of the city. Annie shut her eyes, reflecting inwardly--why has she not left the city herself? Go to some place like maybe the Keys? Or someplace with everlasting sunshine? What held her here? She climbed out the twelfth story window and gently floated down to the street below; the one great thing about summer was it's sunlight. She felt powerful like a star. But the sunshine sometimes made her feel like Queen Titania—haha, how lame! Did she just make a reference to “A Midsummer’s Night Dream”? Wake up, Annie—stories like that weren’t true. Nothing in this city was as beautiful as that. Her feet gently touched the broken sidewalk below. Peeking around a trashcan, she found her beloved guitar and twitched down the road. No one had seen her—it was not very often that people looked above, anyway. Sauntering down the road, she glanced around, ever careful; even she had noticed the turf wars were getting worse. Not only because of the violence, but that she had been picking up “assignments” more frequently. She didn’t believe in them—in fact, she hated doing it. But money was money—whatever it took to live. She needed to store up money for the winter, afterall. With a simple head motion, she tossed the hair out of her face. “Excuse me, miss…?” Annie turned around and shot one of her infamous glares. “Whatever it is, I’m not interested,” she said in a voice that could make a grown man cringe. Just normal New York friendliness. |
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