Violet Schultz (done)

[violet]

[atrb=style, width: 410; border: solid #284042 10px; padding: 5px; background-color: #1f1f1f; -moz-border-radius: 20px;] VIOLET SCHULTZ YOU'RE NOT BEATEN UNTIL YOU QUIT. [atrb=border,0,true] THE BASICS [scrolly:h(120),w(400),sy] Name: Violet Marie Schultz Codename: Aurora Nicknames: Vi (only close friends call her that) Age: 19 years Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight Occupation: Cashier Member group: Neutral Squad: None Codewords: I wear the cheese, it does not wear me! Theme song: It's Not My Time - 3 Doors Down [/scrolly] THE LOOKS [scrolly:h(120),w(400),sy] Eyes: Violet has dark blue eyes which flash lavender purple when she uses her powers or experiences heightened emotions. They are very expressive, and the lashes and eyebrows above them are black like her long hair. Hair: In honor of her late mother, Violet wears her raven-black hair long, a couple inches past her shoulders. There is a natural wave to her hair, but it is far from curly. On rare occasion, she pulls it back in a ponytail. Height: 5'8" Body: She is fairly slender, but her build could best be described as athletic. She is undeniably female in her features, but she has a lithe strength that is obvious to the naked eye when one looks at her. She is slightly skinnier than is healthy, due to her previous lifestyle and borderline poverty. She is also extremely flexible, and acrobatic. Other distinguishing features: Violet has a number of scars all over her body, due to a life of violence and danger. On her face, there is only a thin scar on her right cheek, next to her temple. The most major visible scar is on her left shoulder, and it was left by a gunshot which just missed the joint. She does not have any freckles or birthmarks. Play By: Liv Tyler [/scrolly] THE PERSONALITY [scrolly:h(120),w(400),sy] Likes: + Fire + Martial arts + Strong opponents + Ravens + Quiet + Solitude Dislikes: - Police - Storms - Liars - Hypocracy - Betrayal - Drugs - Guns General: Violet is a very independent girl. She is diplomatic but very careful around people she doesn't know, but she exudes an air of confidence and competance that makes people wary, especially in combination with her general lack of facial expressions. Privacy is her preference, so in general, she avoids others. When around friends, she is able to be herself. This inner person is witty and kind, with a good sense of humor. If she likes you, she is fun to be around. She has very few friends, and is prone to getting lonely, though she would never admit it. If she doesn’t like you, she is guarded. If you are smart and strong enough to fare well in a fight with her, she might give you that chance, but usually if it reaches that point, you no longer are willing to get to know her and would rather attack her than talk to her. She is extremely intolerant of a lack of intelligence and weakness and openly scorns both. She has a very subtle mind, and although she is impatient with politics, she has the ability to converse on a level playing field with a politician. [/scrolly] THE SKILLS + Extensive martial arts training - She has learned from every expert she could find, from both before and after her parents died. As a result, she has an eclectic and unpredictable fighting style which is difficult for others to match. + Parkour training - Violet has trained in the art of parkour since she was very young, and is a very skilled practitioner. Her acrobatic and athletic prowess often give her an edge in combat. + Knife fighting - She carries a switchblade in her right pocket at all times. She is very skilled at using it to fight and as a tool. + Weapons training - Although Violet dislikes guns, she is proficient in the handling, care, and dismantling of most small firearms. She has also trained in a number of weapon disciplines, usually as an extension of her martial arts training. + Street smarts - She lived on the streets for the last ten years of her life, and is an expert on surviving them. She understands the intricacies of the "politics" of living on the streets, and the threat of getting lost is non-existent. + Motorcycles - Violet does not know how to drive cars, but she is proficient in the driving and upkeep of motorcycles. She knows how to fine-tune them to their highest possible performance. THE MUTATIONS + Fire Control - Violet can make and control fire. This fire always has the same properties as normal fire with one exception. Any fire that she makes or controls becomes neon purple. Whenever Violet uses her powers, her eyes glow neon purple. She can sense all fire around her, and she can use fire to examine her surroundings by sending it into an area that she doesn't yet inhabit. Violet can cause fire to be as hot as she wants, but the hotter she makes it, the more energy it takes to control. The hottest she can make fire is 40,000 degrees; near the heat of lightning. However, she can only make small amounts of fire this hot. It is just too difficult to control at those temperature. + Fire extinguishing - Violet can extinguish any flame she can extend influence over. It is more difficult to extinguish the flame of another pyrokinetic, but it can be done, even if only for a few seconds at a shot. She can also extend a "no-flame zone", which is an area in which a spark or a flame cannot be created. This generally extends only around her immediate person, but can extend for fifty feet or more. A zone of this size takes a much greater amount of energy. + Explosion generation - She can also cause small explosions if she can see the area. The flames from the explosion are always purple, of course, but they are far hotter than her usual fire. Explosions like these often engulf the area with flame and are difficult to control. + Sickness resistance - Violet's heat causes her body to kill off infectious agents before they can affect her. It also allows her body to burn off toxins, rendering them harmless to her system. As a result, she cannot be poisoned, and she does not get sick from most common illnesses. + Heat immunity - Violet also has complete immunity from heat. Extreme cold bothers her, but she could stand on the sun and not be burned. This is very helpful and makes her able to hold flame and flaming objects without fear of being burned. Still, not everything is fireproof. A convenient ability she had developed is the ability to create non-burning flame. It is simply light output, not heat. It looks like her ordinary flame, but it is much darker than the usual fire. + Power augmentation - Another ability that her power gives her is the ability to enhance her muscles' strength and speed. When she does this, flame-like patterns appear on her skin. Extended use of this technique can severely damage the muscles because the power puts great stress on them. This technique is achieved by harnessing the kinetic power of an explosion and releasing it upon impact. + Healing - A power which she is still trying to figure out is an apparent healing factor. She can heal at a much faster rate than most humans, though it is far from an instant healing. + Lunar influence - Violet's power comes from her life energy. However, the moon causes her power to grow. Thus, she is more powerful at night, and at her most powerful during a full moon. She is not weakened by a new moon, rather her power is at the level it would be during the day. + Teleportation - A new power that she has recently gained is the ability to teleport through fire. She cannot bring people with her unless they are also fireproof, as the path between two fires is through intense flames. It looks like she becomes a brand of fire, and she disappears in a flicker. Her eyes reappear an instant before the rest of her, and she is incorporeal while she is flickering. THE WEAKNESSES + Lunar influence - During the full moon, Violet's eyes glow from the strength of her powers. She cannot affect whether or not they glow during this time, and this is a danger to her identity. + Metabolism - Due to Violet's body temperature, her metabolism is far faster than most. This causes her to have a much higher food requirement than most people. If she goes without food for too long, her body begins to shut down, and her powers get far more unruly. + Cold (water) - Prolonged exposure to cold, specifically cold water, can be a great drain on her system. It does not greatly affect her instantaneously, but can be detrimental over the long-term. Things that are under a certain level of cold can be very painful to her flesh, if she is exposed to it. + Completely mortal - Aside from her powers, she is completely human, and can be killed almost as easily as any other. THE HISTORY "I was born in Mont de Marsan, in Gascogne, France. The English word for it is Gascony, in the southwest of France. My father was a doctor, and my mother was a landscaper, but when I was born she quit her work to stay home with me. We were pretty well-off, since my father was a well-reputed doctor, and he was paid well. The first years of my life were like those of any other. When I was six, I accidentally made a paper catch fire because I was unhappy with the grade I'd received. From that time on, my pyro abilities grew. My mom and dad were so understanding... "One day, I came home from school, and I found the reply for an application for art school in the mail. I didn't get in, and I was pretty upset. My mom tried to console me, but I was so angry... "I remember energy building in my body, more than I'd ever felt before. My powers were manifesting in a new way, though I didn't know it at the time. When it built to the point that I didn't think I could hold any more in my body, it all... exploded. My mom was at point-blank range; it was like a bomb going off in her face. My dad was in the study upstairs, but it didn't protect him. I was knocked into a coma from the sudden loss of energy, the entire house was demolished, both of my parents were dead. "When I finally woke up, I was terrified. My family was dead, and the police were at a loss as to how it had happened. I didn't want to end up in an orphanage, so I ran. I stowed away on the first plane to America I could find. I landed in New York, but I kept going. It was such a huge city, and it was so dangerous at night. I finally arrived in St. Louis, and that was where I met the first of my sensei's. He was a homeless ex-Green Beret, and he taught me how to defend myself. He taught me so well that when the local gang came to find new blood, I was able to fight off their recruiter. Unfortunately, that put me on the radar of every gang in the area. "In order to keep from being killed, I had to choose a gang to join. I didn't have anywhere safe to sleep, and the Red Shadows specialized in attacking in the dead of night. I fought my way into their gang, and within a few months, I was their leader. No one else had ever had any formal martial arts training, and after a while, people stopped challenging me. They knew they didn't stand a chance in a fair fight. Unfortunately, none of them liked my...policies, I guess they were. I stopped the drug trade and the drug use, and the only crimes that I would let them commit were to get food for those of us who didn't have a home. "I was naive to think that I could keep control of them when I was denying them the very things that they'd signed on for. More than once, members tried to kill me to end my rule. Needless to say, it was only a matter of time before things ended badly. In this case, it happened because they finally found out about my pyrokinetic abilities. I hadn't used them in front of anyone in all of my time in America. I was too afraid of a repeat of history. So, when they finally did find out, even my most loyal friends turned against me. Of course, I didn't know it at the time... I really wish I had seen it coming. "In the next fight with a rival gang, the leader of their gang plotted with my ex-boyfriend to get me killed. Elias had stabbed me once before, but no one had told me that he'd come back to the territory afterward. Anyway, I was shot in the battle, and they all left me there to die. I was lucky that a woman on the street found me and got me to the emergency room in time. After I recovered, I left St. Louis and headed back East. I trained myself to control my powers, and eventually I made my way back to New York, where my life in America started." THE PLAYER Name: Call me Violet, please. Time Zone: EST Contact Info: PM only, please. Roleplay Sample: (from an AU threadline) In the shadier parts of town, a person like Violet wasn't an uncommon sight. People didn't even spare her a second glance when she walked down the street, and the thought of calling the police was a far fetched idea to any of them, as it would be tantamount to tattling on themselves. It had been an easy matter to get an apartment without giving her identity to anyone, and there wasn't a soul among them that recognized her as the former Titan. Still, it was hardly a foolproof method of hiding, especially when someone like Robin was likely to come looking. Just as well that she was only thinning the herd of people who would come. She was well aware that he'd be coming. She sat in the apartment and stared at the stained wallpaper, a glass of water in one hand as the other rested on the back of the sofa. Why did every second seem like it just wouldn't end? Life just felt too surreal anymore. It was like a nightmare that just wouldn't end, each tick of the clock almost a surprise in that time was still moving. Slowly. She didn't feel anything anymore. She felt neither guilt nor satisfaction over what she'd done to Aria. It had needed to be done, so she'd done it. She would be the first step in the plan, the warning flag to the Justice League. She'd make them earn that title. Either she would bring justice down upon them for what they'd done, or she would give them a person to target, so they would know what justice actually was. They clearly had no qualms about killing an innocent man, so obviously they didn't really know what justice was. She would teach them. She looked down as she realized heard the ice clattering in the glass, and realized that her hand was shaking. She steadied it with a sigh and took a sip before standing and going to the sink and putting the glass in it. She almost wished for the Novocain that other people said that alcohol was for them, but it wouldn't work for her. A bartender had once suggested that she try it when she'd ordered water, and she'd tried a shot, but she hadn't liked it. For one thing, it was disgusting. For another, the alcohol did nothing to her system, the chemicals metabolizing before she could even feel the effects. Besides, having something so violently flammable around her apartment was a stupid idea. She already had problems with not setting it on fire at night. She retreated into her bedroom as she waited, calculating the amount of time it would take for Robin to get there. It would be about two days time before Songbird woke up and told them all what was happening. From there, probably an hour, maybe two before Robin tracked her down. She still had about forty hours or so before Songbird could realistically be awake, no matter who they called in. She set her alarm for five hours and changed into some ragged night clothes and fell into bed, praying that she wouldn't dream. But she did. The same dream she'd been having. Blackness. The horror of absolute nothingness that encroached upon her waking mind. In that abyss, she could still hear the sounds that had haunted her for every second of the last two years. The moans of pain, burning against her mind like acid simply because it was his voice. The sight of his face as the poison slowly killed him, his chest heaving with ragged pants. The all-consuming inferno of hatred raging against the people who had done this to him. To her. She woke up to the alarm, jerking upright in bed as the stifling void of consciousness allowed her to pull away from feeling the pain of emotions. When she turned off the alarm, the steel was back in her dead eyes, and her breathing slowed back to normal. Another day or so before Robin came by. But she wouldn't sleep again until he did. He was extremely intelligent as well, and she would not underestimate him. As she prepared for the coming vigil, she only allowed room for one symbolic item, a ring that she wore on a black leather string around her neck. She vanished in a flare of dark purple flames, reappearing a half mile away, on the ledge of the bell tower of the cathedral. It was a perfect vantage point, and there was no way up to it for a normal human, as the staircase leading up to it had long since decayed. No one used the bell anymore.

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THIS APPLICATION TEMPLATE WAS ORIGINALLY MADE BY KATIE
CONVERTED TO PROBOARDS BY EMMA AND LEXIE

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[EMMA THE ROO]

OK I think I may write a little bit of an essay for this app and I apologize in advance for that. I also apologize if my bitch hat comes out. I simply wish to clearly get across what is acceptable here on TTF.

You say she is 19, been living on the street in poverty for the last 10 years, yet somehow managed to find a way to get martial arts masters to train her even though she can’t pay them, somehow got her hands on a vast array of firearms, and knows her way around a motorbike better than an expert even though any bikes she did find being so poor and homeless were bound to be rusted from 400 years of misuse. Not to mention she couldn’t get her hand on fuel anywhere but in main cities under the careful guard of a gang, or the fact that she can’t have been homeless for the last 10 years if she had been leading a gang in St Louis.

The codewords were created for a reason. They were placed on the Initiation board to encourage members to read the vitally important threads therein. You were NOT meant to simply copy the codeword and ignore everything else. If you had read the threads you were meant to, you would have noticed the fact that fuel was extremely rare, planes no longer operate, the Green Beret’s would have been dismissed long ago, the world is enveloped in chaos, and traveling anywhere would be limited to walking or ridding a horse unless you happened to be one of the very small amount of lucky few who have access to working vehicles and fuel.

However before I get carried away in a rant, lets start working through your app section by section shall we?

You say she has a job as a cashier? Where, for whom, why is this not mentioned in the history?

She has a large scar on her shoulder from a gunshot. I can speak from personal experience that an injury to the shoulder, even if it does miss the joint, impedes upon the range of motion and strength of the arm. Couple this with the numerous other scars you say she has, and the fact that she is recovering from being malnourished, I find it hard to imagine her as acrobatic and flexible as you say. Her shoulder injury certainly would impede the flexibility. Her underweight status would imply her muscles would of experienced a period of degeneration, meaning she would not be as strong as she could be at a normal weight range. This strength is however linked to how long ago it was that she experienced poverty. I would suggest that you edit this section to imply that Vi is more flexible and acrobatic than her physique would suggest, but this is the result on extensive physical training on her part. Also, please include a description and location of each and every one of her scars.

This is a minor thing, but you say she is diplomatic, yet impatient when it comes to politics. Which is it? Is her ability to cater to both sides only present around people she likes, meaning in other situations she’s quick to anger due to her impatience with people she doesn’t know? Just a less hypocritical personality description would be nice.

Skipping skills, we’ll come back to that, let hit up the powers. Teleportation. No. Healing. No. Power augmentation. No. There’s being powerful, and then there’s having every power known to man. These powers are denied.

As for her pyro abilities, lets explore. Where does the energy she needs to create the fire come from? What creates the flames? And no ‘life energy’ does not cut it. You say her body temperature is higher than a human? Maybe this is because her power is multifaceted. Maybe her molecules are constantly vibrating, creating the heat in her body. When she concentrates on creating fire, the molecules in her hands vibrate faster, heating up themselves and the air around them until fire is created. Vi’s other power then comes into play in that she can then mentally direct and control the fire she has created.

If we roll with this explanation of the fire’s origins, other questions leap to mind. Does the heat generated by vibrations to make fire allow Vi to have a super hot touch, ie can melt steel, until her hands cool down again? If she becomes tired, injured, or incapacitated does this affect how much she can vibrate? Does it take energy out of her to vibrate at a frequency to create fire, meaning over time she’ll become too fatigued to vibrate that fast? Does the constant energy drain needed to keep vibrating cause her to have to ingest more food for energy than a human? Does an electric current mess with her vibration frequency, maybe making her literally spontaneously combust as the shock increases vibrations generating flames? Would cold then affect her badly also, reducing the speed of her vibrations and making it that much harder to vibrate fast enough to create fire? What about wind, if the flames are created by the air above her hands been heated to combustion, does that mean wind negates her abilities by blowing away the heated air before it can become hot enough to become flames? Would rain have the same affect? What happens if she’s underwater? How long does it take for the air to become heated enough to become aflame? Is it affected by air temperature and humidity? Etc.

Moving on to the flame control. I am willing to accept the normal things entailed with fire manipulation. You can mentally heat the fire up, increase it’s size, affect it’s shape, direct it’s movement, etc. Likewise you can also put it out. However I want specifics. What sort of shapes can she create? Are they very specific eg a small rose, or only big simple things like a giant hammer or wave. How easily can she control them? Are big shapes hard to maintain and move whilst small shapes like a ball are easier to move and keep in shape? How much concentration is needed to manipulate the flames? If she’s doing something very complex does she concentrate so hard she starts to develop a large migraine/nose bleed? What happens when the concentration is broken? Do the flames die? For how far away from her person can she control fire? What happens when she is not at 100% eg drunk, injured, tired, etc? Does she become mentally fatigued after manipulating fire for some time? Does this cause her to lose her ability to control the flames/give her a headache/knock her out/etc? Is it harder to control hotter flames than cooler ones? How long does it take her to heat up the flames/put them out? Does she need to use gestures to help her control over the fire? What effect does rain, water, ice, wind, other elements have on her control over the flames? Does the availability of oxygen affect her flames ability to grow and remain alight? Etc.

Note, she can control and create fire yes, but she cannot sense her surroundings through it. Fire does not have eyes, nor is it telepathic. And I doubt she can sense fire being present also unless it was within her line of sight and she senses it with her eyes.

No-fire zone. Interesting concept. I’m willing to accept it, but maybe put in a line explaining how it functions. Eg she constantly concentrates on suppressing flames for a certain area around her person.

Explosion generation. If you go with the vibrations creating the flame thing, then this is a no. What I am willing to accept however is this is a very rare thing that happens when her emotions get out of hand. The explosion can be sourced from herself, eg she gets so mad she vibrates so fast she causes an explosion of fire around herself. Or it can be sourced from another flame around her, eg a candle on the other side of the room flares up into a pillar of flame when she gets stressed. However the generation and explosion of a flame away from her person is no.

Sickness resistance. Makes sense for most things. But many viruses, poisons, and bacteria can only be killed by extreme heat. And I’m talking heat strong enough to melt flesh. Think of the black smokers on the ocean floor. A whole ecosystem exists around them because bacteria are able to survive the superheated water. So yes this power is allowed, but do your homework if she gets poisoned or sick. Find out how hot her normal temperature is and figure out if it would be enough to kill the normal bugs a person can get eg the flu.

Heat immunity. Also understandable. However consider the things I suggested in the vibrating limits paragraph. Makes sense that she doesn’t get effect by heat, cold on the other hand should be an important factor. Also, cold fire, I’m going to say no to that. Creating a construct of light is another power entirely, a power Vi does not have.

Ok lets jump to the history before skills.


First off, I hate first person things. I’d prefer you write in third person when you re-write this history, but if it’s too hard you can keep the first person tense if you must.

Born in France. Well then she’d still be in France. As you should know, planes don’t work anymore. No ferry runs from Europe to the US. If she wanted to get over here she’d of had to fly or teleport herself here. Both of which I doubt, so unless you want her to remain in France, I suggest moving her birth place to the states. I also suggest re-thinking your parent’s careers. I doubt many people would care what their garden looks like when the world around them is a rusting mess. If you want the dad to be a doctor I suggest living in a main city, it’s the only place he’d be likely to have a steady job.

I doubt art schools would still be running considering most careers that don’t play an important functioning in society have been abandoned. Maybe put it down to boy troubles or something.

You say the loss of energy put her into a coma? I would like to see mention of this limit in her weaknesses section please. How long did the coma last? And more importantly, what age was she when this happened?

I remind you once more that the main methods of transport in this world are walking and riding a horse. So keep that in mind when you describe the places she traveled to next, and mention how long the journeys took. Also, note that not all places would be as civilized as NYC. It is odd in that it still has a functioning economy, electricity, water, and societal order. Most places would not be so hospitable.

The Green Berets I’ve never heard of, but most armed forces were abandoned centuries ago. It is far more likely you would of met a deserter from a local gang. They could of taught you basic self defense, but since you have given me no time frame for how long you stayed with this guy, for all I know he could of only had time to show you how to make a fist, not learn every martial art known to man. Anyways, I doubt he would have that knowledge anyway. You mention in her looks that she experienced poverty and bares the physical signs of this. This suggests you should spend some time homeless and in poverty. Probably from the time you ran away until the time you get recruited by the gang. I’m thinking that’s probably a year correct?

I doubt you would have been able to fight off the gang’s recruiters with only your fists given the small amount of training you’d had unless you stayed with the guy for several years. Meaning you probably would of used your powers. This would of gained the attention of your local gangs for sure, and they would likely of just asked you to join them without you having to fight your way in.

Depending on the skills and powers of the others in the gang you might have been promoted in only a few months, or it might of taken years to just rise a few ranks so you were no longer the bottom of the food chain. Either way, I doubt you would have been made gang leader in only a few months unless all other gang members didn’t desire the position or had weak powers compared to your own.

If you then decided to abandon the policy to do anything other than get food to survive, I doubt the other gangs would of made it their business to kill you. Rather they would be taking advantage of the fact that they have less competition. They’d be thanking you. If you didn’t make it to gang leader, or even if you did, then only your ex would of really come to kill you, or maybe him and some fellow gang members that just didn’t like you. The other gangs wouldn’t care.

I would like a bit more detail of the whole BF stabbing you before thing, that’s kind of a very important part of her story. And if you are saved by getting to an emergency room in time, I suggest being part of a gang close to a major city. Hospitals would be few and far between everywhere else.

Important! Please remember to give a relative time to each event in her life so we know how old she was/how long she spent doing each thing.

Ok lets head back to skills.

Extensive martial arts training. I already went over this a bit in the sections above. She’s 19. Unless she’s had an uncle training her from birth I doubt she’s very highly skilled at any one martial art. More likely she’s got basic knowledge in how to defend herself thanks to that homeless guy she met. Keep in mind her limits imposed by her physical circumstances.

Parkour. Given the amount of moving around Vi has done in her life, I doubt she would have been trained for very long in this art. More likely it’s something she’s developed on her own through her experiences surviving on the edge in multiple cities.

Weapons training. At no point in her history aside from when she is part of a gang would Vi of had the opportunity to get her hands on a range of firearms. And since she has left the gang, unless she broke in once she had healed from the gunshot and stole a bunch of weapons, she would have no real access to weapons until she stole some more in NYC.

Street smarts. You say she’s been living on the streets for the last 10 years. Does this mean she did all the events in her history before the age of 9? If so, just no. Fix this up please. The skills and knowledge she has from living on the streets however are still acceptable. Please note in her history which cities she lived on the streets of, for how long, and where she is living now.

Motorcycles. An understanding of bikes is acceptable if she spent considerable ie over a year or so’s, time with her gang. I doubt however she would be a complete expert. It takes time to learn that sort of knowledge. She can have a good knowledge though, enough to keep a bike running. However she wouldn’t still have a bike unless she broke into her gang’s HQ once healed, stole it, stole several jerry cans full of fuel, and has since guarded and hidden those cans religiously. Include this instance in her history if it occurred.

For her role play sample I asked it to be for the character you’re making. Not for another version of this character you’ve made before. Please re-write this for the current version of Vi.

Reply below to let me know when you’ve done the edits or with any questions you might have ☺

[violet]

Wow. There is no way in hell I'm going to make all of those changes. Good luck keeping members if you want to be that asinine and picky.

[EMMA THE ROO]

It's called adapting mate. I don't mind if you bring in a character you've had on another site, however i do expect that you will go to the effort of editing the character to fit in with TTF's plot line and rules. If you can't be bothered to do that, then frankly we don't want you.