Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 13, 2008 12:00:37 GMT -5
OOC;
Name; Roseh
Age; 14
Experience; Twilight, Warriors, DRoP, modern/medieval fantasy
Your Character;
The Basics;
Name; Ambry Sageholk
Age; 19
Grade; Graduated from high school, decided not to go to college. At least, not yet, anyways.
School; Human
Canon; Nope.
Dig a Little Deeper;
Personality;
Ambry is a unique character. If you were just meeting her, you’d think she was pretty upbeat, if a little strange. She can be very random and she has a strange sense of humor, and she seems outwardly very strong. Her friends have called her sarcastic. She has heard herself described as cynical, sardonic, headstrong, and forceful. Each of this is true, some more so than others.
As strong as she appears at first glance, she is really quite fragile. She blames herself for most anything bad that happens to her and her friends. She actually has a very low self-esteem, though there are times when she acts as though it had never been higher. Therefore, rejection of any sort hits her hard, as do insults on her person, insults to her personally, and most anything negative. However, she is very good at pretending that nothing is bothering her, everything is fine, and she is not upset. It takes a close friend to see through her disguises.
Depression is a common factor in her life, in fact she spends most of her time depressed. When she is out with friends, she is happy and bouncy, randomly dancing around and glomping people. But when she calms down and it’s all over, depression sets in and she spends a long, sleep disorder-filled night in front of her computer. Scars lace her arms from early teenager-hood where inflicting pain upon her person seemed the only way to make it through the next hour. Several times she has attempted to commit suicide and since early she has dabbled in the likes of wikka mixed with stuff like rock music, drugs, and alcohol.
Appearance;
Ambry is very thin, extremely so. She does not have an ounce of fat on her body, and yet she still calls herself overweight, which leads to fasting and the like. People have given up on telling her no, she’s not stupid, no she’s not ugly, no she’s not annoying. She sees the best in everybody else and the worst in herself. She doesn’t even acknowledge that she /has/ good traits.
Her eyes are what she calls a dark green, but most people believe to be brown. There are times, however when they seem greener than others. That is, when she doesn’t have her contacts in. Her contacts usually turn her eyes purple, although she has a pair that is a dark stormy grey-blue. Her hair is long, waist length, and blonde. It is just a bit wavy, like cascading gold. She has a cleft chin and a thin nose. Her cheeks are plump and several people have told she looks innocent, like a child, especially when she sleeps.
Due to braces at an early age, her teeth are perfectly straight and even nice and white. She is of an average height, with an ample bosom and nicely proportionate hips. In fact, she is quite pretty, even if she doesn’t see it. She had acne problems as a young teenager, but- to her great relief- they have all but cleared up now. Her hair is usually down, plain and boring, but sometimes she will put it into a ponytail, or take a bit of hair and style it almost in an elvish fashion.
Celebrity PB; Miranda Otto
History;
Ambry was actually born in Olympia. When her mother gave birth to her brother, things started to get tense. When Ambry was eight and her brother was three, their mother split, heading for Kentucky, where her family lived. Ambry asked her to stay, but her mother replied that she loved her children, but not enough to hang around. Ambry overheard her mother say once that if it hadn’t been for her and her brother, her mother never would have left.
This developed early self-esteem issues, which cause Ambry to sabotage any relationships with males she might have ever had. Her friends often came and went, except for a fair few who stuck beside her. She didn’t get her first real boyfriend until eighth grade because her lack of actual confidence scared off most men. That was the year she became involved in drugs, mostly just marijuana. She became obsessed with dying her hair every two weeks, so that her natural hair color was almost never seen.
She barely made it through high school, barely avoiding repeating grades due to lack of attendance. When she reached the end of senior year, she hadn’t even filled out any college applications because she decided that, rather than go through more depressing school, she would graduate high school and run off somewhere, to finish college a few years later, maybe. She ran away one night, taking only as much money as she had and some clothes. She packed it all into the back of the crappy Honda car she had managed to save up for and drove off.
She decided to stay in Forks, mostly because it was a small town with a quiet life. Pollution was almost non-existent, and you didn’t have to look far to find a quiet patch of wilderness where you could be alone to just think. She found an apartment complex that she could afford on the job she had in Port Angeles. She had no extra money per month and never had a full tank of gas, but she was actually happy. She had never really needed a lot of friends to get by and now no one expected anything of her except to go to work and pay the rent.
Role Playing;
Role Playing Sample; (Modern Fantasy)
“It all started quite innocently, really. Honestly. I didn’t mean to blow up the tavern. Alright, well, I did. At the time. But I’m not proud, honest! See, you do mess with beings like me. Goddesses. Go mess with the wench- wait- no more of those, not since times changed.
“Well, go mess with someone who isn’t going to blow up your tavern, that’s what I suggest. I mean really, the man insulted me. I’m a goddess! Really! I exude an air of aboveness and unreachability and whatnot. Well, in this man’s drunken, pot-induced stupor, he must not’ve realized. But Daddy, don’t realize? I’m the Goddess of Wrath. I anger easily, what do you honestly want from me? I mean-“
“Enough.” The God of All Things pinched the bridge of his nose wearily. “Caedda. We confined you to Earth to teach to hold your temper.”
“Well, you and Mommy should’ve realized-“ the red-haired goddess started again, green eyes glinting.
“I said ENOUGH!” Another sigh. “Caedda. Darling. You really do bring a lot of headaches into my everlasting life, do you realize this?”
The girl in leather biking gear just pouted and turned her head, her red lips perfectly arranged for a fetching expression against her creamy skin. “Well, Daddy, you know what it’s like out there, right? Here you sit on your old-fashioned throne-“
“Alright, alright, daughter, you may stop now,” he said wearily. “you really must learn your lesson. Your mother and I didn’t want to do this-“
Caedda saw it coming. “Oh, Daddy, no, you wouldn’t, please!”
The god sighed again. “I’ve got no choice, dammit. You haven’t left me one! We’re stripping you of your powers until you can prove to us that you can manage them maturely, Caedda.”
Caedda turned on her black biker boots and began to stomp away when a flash of light caught her full on in the back.
Now, unless you yourself are a god or goddess whose powers have stripped of them, you can’t really understand the pain of it. Really. Try- try to imagine having, say, your skeleton wrenched out of you, taken apart, sucked of marrow, and thrust back into you.
A bit gruesome perhaps, but that is, essentially, what it is. And, if you still have the mental capacity, you may be able to imagine the pain of that. It’s something every immortal wants to avoid.
Long, painful, and quite dreadful story short, Caedda ended up a rich young girl whose daddy sent her to take care of his extremely expansive estate in Dublin, Ireland.
But, being immortal, Caedda was with her uncle- the God of All Things Dead- in his less-than-desirable domain in every sense except physical.
Name; Roseh
Age; 14
Experience; Twilight, Warriors, DRoP, modern/medieval fantasy
Your Character;
The Basics;
Name; Ambry Sageholk
Age; 19
Grade; Graduated from high school, decided not to go to college. At least, not yet, anyways.
School; Human
Canon; Nope.
Dig a Little Deeper;
Personality;
Ambry is a unique character. If you were just meeting her, you’d think she was pretty upbeat, if a little strange. She can be very random and she has a strange sense of humor, and she seems outwardly very strong. Her friends have called her sarcastic. She has heard herself described as cynical, sardonic, headstrong, and forceful. Each of this is true, some more so than others.
As strong as she appears at first glance, she is really quite fragile. She blames herself for most anything bad that happens to her and her friends. She actually has a very low self-esteem, though there are times when she acts as though it had never been higher. Therefore, rejection of any sort hits her hard, as do insults on her person, insults to her personally, and most anything negative. However, she is very good at pretending that nothing is bothering her, everything is fine, and she is not upset. It takes a close friend to see through her disguises.
Depression is a common factor in her life, in fact she spends most of her time depressed. When she is out with friends, she is happy and bouncy, randomly dancing around and glomping people. But when she calms down and it’s all over, depression sets in and she spends a long, sleep disorder-filled night in front of her computer. Scars lace her arms from early teenager-hood where inflicting pain upon her person seemed the only way to make it through the next hour. Several times she has attempted to commit suicide and since early she has dabbled in the likes of wikka mixed with stuff like rock music, drugs, and alcohol.
Appearance;
Ambry is very thin, extremely so. She does not have an ounce of fat on her body, and yet she still calls herself overweight, which leads to fasting and the like. People have given up on telling her no, she’s not stupid, no she’s not ugly, no she’s not annoying. She sees the best in everybody else and the worst in herself. She doesn’t even acknowledge that she /has/ good traits.
Her eyes are what she calls a dark green, but most people believe to be brown. There are times, however when they seem greener than others. That is, when she doesn’t have her contacts in. Her contacts usually turn her eyes purple, although she has a pair that is a dark stormy grey-blue. Her hair is long, waist length, and blonde. It is just a bit wavy, like cascading gold. She has a cleft chin and a thin nose. Her cheeks are plump and several people have told she looks innocent, like a child, especially when she sleeps.
Due to braces at an early age, her teeth are perfectly straight and even nice and white. She is of an average height, with an ample bosom and nicely proportionate hips. In fact, she is quite pretty, even if she doesn’t see it. She had acne problems as a young teenager, but- to her great relief- they have all but cleared up now. Her hair is usually down, plain and boring, but sometimes she will put it into a ponytail, or take a bit of hair and style it almost in an elvish fashion.
Celebrity PB; Miranda Otto
History;
Ambry was actually born in Olympia. When her mother gave birth to her brother, things started to get tense. When Ambry was eight and her brother was three, their mother split, heading for Kentucky, where her family lived. Ambry asked her to stay, but her mother replied that she loved her children, but not enough to hang around. Ambry overheard her mother say once that if it hadn’t been for her and her brother, her mother never would have left.
This developed early self-esteem issues, which cause Ambry to sabotage any relationships with males she might have ever had. Her friends often came and went, except for a fair few who stuck beside her. She didn’t get her first real boyfriend until eighth grade because her lack of actual confidence scared off most men. That was the year she became involved in drugs, mostly just marijuana. She became obsessed with dying her hair every two weeks, so that her natural hair color was almost never seen.
She barely made it through high school, barely avoiding repeating grades due to lack of attendance. When she reached the end of senior year, she hadn’t even filled out any college applications because she decided that, rather than go through more depressing school, she would graduate high school and run off somewhere, to finish college a few years later, maybe. She ran away one night, taking only as much money as she had and some clothes. She packed it all into the back of the crappy Honda car she had managed to save up for and drove off.
She decided to stay in Forks, mostly because it was a small town with a quiet life. Pollution was almost non-existent, and you didn’t have to look far to find a quiet patch of wilderness where you could be alone to just think. She found an apartment complex that she could afford on the job she had in Port Angeles. She had no extra money per month and never had a full tank of gas, but she was actually happy. She had never really needed a lot of friends to get by and now no one expected anything of her except to go to work and pay the rent.
Role Playing;
Role Playing Sample; (Modern Fantasy)
“It all started quite innocently, really. Honestly. I didn’t mean to blow up the tavern. Alright, well, I did. At the time. But I’m not proud, honest! See, you do mess with beings like me. Goddesses. Go mess with the wench- wait- no more of those, not since times changed.
“Well, go mess with someone who isn’t going to blow up your tavern, that’s what I suggest. I mean really, the man insulted me. I’m a goddess! Really! I exude an air of aboveness and unreachability and whatnot. Well, in this man’s drunken, pot-induced stupor, he must not’ve realized. But Daddy, don’t realize? I’m the Goddess of Wrath. I anger easily, what do you honestly want from me? I mean-“
“Enough.” The God of All Things pinched the bridge of his nose wearily. “Caedda. We confined you to Earth to teach to hold your temper.”
“Well, you and Mommy should’ve realized-“ the red-haired goddess started again, green eyes glinting.
“I said ENOUGH!” Another sigh. “Caedda. Darling. You really do bring a lot of headaches into my everlasting life, do you realize this?”
The girl in leather biking gear just pouted and turned her head, her red lips perfectly arranged for a fetching expression against her creamy skin. “Well, Daddy, you know what it’s like out there, right? Here you sit on your old-fashioned throne-“
“Alright, alright, daughter, you may stop now,” he said wearily. “you really must learn your lesson. Your mother and I didn’t want to do this-“
Caedda saw it coming. “Oh, Daddy, no, you wouldn’t, please!”
The god sighed again. “I’ve got no choice, dammit. You haven’t left me one! We’re stripping you of your powers until you can prove to us that you can manage them maturely, Caedda.”
Caedda turned on her black biker boots and began to stomp away when a flash of light caught her full on in the back.
Now, unless you yourself are a god or goddess whose powers have stripped of them, you can’t really understand the pain of it. Really. Try- try to imagine having, say, your skeleton wrenched out of you, taken apart, sucked of marrow, and thrust back into you.
A bit gruesome perhaps, but that is, essentially, what it is. And, if you still have the mental capacity, you may be able to imagine the pain of that. It’s something every immortal wants to avoid.
Long, painful, and quite dreadful story short, Caedda ended up a rich young girl whose daddy sent her to take care of his extremely expansive estate in Dublin, Ireland.
But, being immortal, Caedda was with her uncle- the God of All Things Dead- in his less-than-desirable domain in every sense except physical.