Post by leap on Oct 25, 2008 11:17:47 GMT -6
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About You
what you want to be called;; leap, or abi
r o l e p l a y e x p i e r e n c e five years
other characters;; none yet
BASICS - Hey d a r l i n g, i wanna k n o w you like you a r e
name - Roxanne, Kairi, Blackfrost
n i c k n a m e s - roxy, kai, iri, blacky, frosty[/color]
pronounced - rocks - an, kai - re, black - frost
g e n d e r - female
age - sixteen
b i r t h d a y - 29th october[/color]
bloodtype - AB+[/color]
s t a t u s - single[/color]
sexuality[/color] - straight[/size]
FAMILY - oh little a n g é l, how about a little f a m i l y h i s t o r y
Father - daniel blackfrost [dead, killed by houndour raid on family outing]
Mother - lynanne blackfrost [alive, thirty-five]
Siblings - matthew blackfrost [alive, sixteen]
Other Relatives - sapphiré blackfrost [alive, forty, aunt]
milly blackfrost [alive, thirt-five, aunt]
jason blackfrost [dead, uncle, formally a pokémon breeder]
elliot blackfrost [alive, fourty-three, uncle, pokémon breeder]
cindy-lou frostwell [alive, twenty-five, cousin, pokémon breeder]
Bartholomew frostwell[alive, twenty-nine, cousin-in-law, pokémon trainer]
[/size]Father - daniel blackfrost [dead, killed by houndour raid on family outing]
Mother - lynanne blackfrost [alive, thirty-five]
Siblings - matthew blackfrost [alive, sixteen]
Other Relatives - sapphiré blackfrost [alive, forty, aunt]
milly blackfrost [alive, thirt-five, aunt]
jason blackfrost [dead, uncle, formally a pokémon breeder]
elliot blackfrost [alive, fourty-three, uncle, pokémon breeder]
cindy-lou frostwell [alive, twenty-five, cousin, pokémon breeder]
Bartholomew frostwell[alive, twenty-nine, cousin-in-law, pokémon trainer]
APPEARANCE - you swing those h i p s like you o w n the dance floor
stereotype - sporty, popular
b u i l d - model-like, with curves, and quite muscly arms
[/color]b u i l d - model-like, with curves, and quite muscly arms
weight - 100 pounds
h e i g h t - 5'10
general style - as a popular person, roxanne is determined to stay in style, her new faded jeans and the freshly bought neon pink top are just a few things that she would wear; but then there's the other side to the popular girl.
she wears mainly bright and clashing colours, and she doesn't mind if that brand-new orange (neon coloured, thanks for asking) doesn't go with the baby blue mini-skirt she always wears or the black trainers. she's one that likes to stand out with bright colours, and most of the jackets she owns are exactly the same; most of these are hoodies, with a few tears in them, and they are brightly coloured, even if they have the old sign of the 'torchic' or the 'piplup' on them.
her jeans are kick-flare, boot leg, low-rise and skinny-style, and have stitchings on them, but still look like they've just come out of the highest priced shop, when in reality, they've just come from the gothic shop down the street. her shoes are mainly black and white converse trainers, with bright pink laces and iron-on stars.
her colours are bright, ranging from baby blues to fiery oranges, and neon greens and pinks. she isn't afraid to mix and match styles to suit her moods, and more than often she'll be sporting a brand-new black and orange cap, which is practically her favourite thing, as in, if she doesn't have it with her, she feels empty and alone.
e y e c o l o r - blue, with small hints of grey and strangely, a little bit of red[/color]
hair color - black underneath, and blond highlights[/color]
d e t a i l e d a p p e a r a n c e - roxanne is naturally tall; both of her parents were quite tall, so it seemed that one of the children would pick up the gene, which roxanne did. she weighs less than someone her size should, and doubled with her age, should call for some concern, but when someone learns of her trainer status and habits, it suddenly falls into place. she enjoys her hair, it's long, and reaches down to the small of her back. It was once blond with a hint of brown in it, but when she moved to Sinnoh, she dyed it black, and put blonde highlights on the top.
she has a delicate looking face; cupid-bow lips, which are often coated with a thin layer of cherry chapstick (her new flavour) and sometimes, blueberry flavour. Her eyes are a gentle blue, like the ocean on a calm day, hinted with soft tones of grey, these all change, however, when she is angry at someone; her eyes look dark blue, and she can narrow her eyes and give someone such a scary glare. her eyes have the smallest hints of grey, which make her eyes look like a stormy scene, but what spoils it is the tiniest hue of red, the hue of blood, is trickled like an ink spill round her pupil, and only catches the attention. nobody knows, not even her mother, why the crimson hue appeared in her eyes once her father died, but it only strengthens her appearance.
she is rather toned, and she has the frame of a model, it is hard to think of her as a model, as the way she walks and talks screams anything but a model, but her dream was once to be a model, and as such, she keeps her body toned and ready, just in case the offer comes and waves itself in her face, but now she is more destined to be a trainer.
her legs are long and toned, and are fairly tanned for the amount of sunlight she can soak up, her arms are tanned as well, more than her legs, but still tanned. her body is fairly evenly proportioned, though her legs are slightly longer. her hands are rather dainty compared to the rest of her, you'd think that after handling food, which she has had to do for many years now, being a trainer and being on her own, and cutting her hands so much would have hardened her skin a little more, but no, her skin has remained smooth and soft.
on the small of her back, just above her butt but not quite on her hip, and the bottom of her foot are tattoos, mainly these are from acheviments, her past. just above her butt, but on quite on her hip is a silver dragon, curled round a black gem; tt was her dream to have a dragon tattoo when she was younger, as her grandfather had had one, and she loved to stare at it whenever she saw him. on the bottom of her left foot, a small black paw print is printed on her foot, it's a memorial to her first pokémon, who she had had for many years, until it had cancer and was put to sleep. the last tattoo, the one on the small of her back, is a circle, with an aztec design of a sun, a small moon designed within the sun; the colours were black and silver, and it stood out against the tanned background.
roxanne doesn't wear a lot of accessories, but she does own a few necklaces, bracelets, scarves and the odd ring. her pokébelt is a hue of ebonite, and she has a silver chain, with her first pokémons' ball hanging from it. five other balls are clipped on the pokébelt, all currently empty.
Overall, roxanne is very pretty, and she knows it. To draw attention to herself even more, she wears bright coloured eyeshadows, coupled with an 'do I look like I care?' facade, it practically screams 'you can't touch me'[/color]
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PERSONALITY - oh my little a n g é l, I wish you were m o r e like h e r
likes - + growlithe
- singing
+ music
- pokémon battles
+ training
- being with her siblings
+ visiting her fathers grave
+ seeing well cared for pokémon
- fashion
+ people who speak their mind
d i s l i k e s -
- houndoom packs
+ her family
- jerks
+ blastoise
- girly-girls
+ bullies
- anger
best thing about her - her loyalty. her desire to make things work
w o r s t t h i n g a b o u t h e r - her stubborness. her easily angered disposition
detailed personality - A girl created not from the heat or passion, but instead through a chance of spontaneous impulse. Apathy common in the male, though the source of such an emotional handicap is originated from his mental illness - schizophrenia. her mindset is often disorgnized, with jumbled and irrelevant thoughts rolling together and often clashing with tremendous force, her mind is far from one-track. though she is intelligent, her disorganized thoughts handicap her ability to come up with elaborate schemes and even if she could come up with something fool-proof - it's unlikely she could possess the ambition and drive to go through with it in the manner mecessary. in short - she lacks the drive. another quirk of hers is the fact that she can be excessively verbal and hyper-active, then suddenly go into an almost catatonic state; it's in times like this roxanne is thankful she has her pokémon - she becomes completely motionless, or entirely mute - though there have been times of both occuring, it is very unlikely that it will happen.
in her moments of hyper-activity, she becomes rather reckless, and the term 'loose canon' fits her perfectly. her personality, to be honest, is interesting. with her schizophrenia, she has hallucinations - auditory - she can hear a voice inside her mind; soft spoken like a woman, with a steely tone that is exactly like a mans. it is almost child-like, revealing a soft tender side that roxanne only wishes she could show. but the voice is terrible, it is manipulative, and often, it plagues roxanne with a terrible headache, until she relents to its wishes. roxanne is socially withdrawn, her state of irritability makes her seem dangerous, and even more intimidating and others have learned - often the hard way - to keep their distance from the trainer and her pokémon. roxanne has a strannge verbal quirk as well, which is referred to as "blunted" speech. when asked questions, she gives responses directly and although she remains entirely honest - she gives no unnecessary information or details. each question is answered specifically, revealing and offering no further details unless another question is posed. she's quite the wild-card, to say the least. a rather interesting social outcast and hazard. Where there is battle, she cultivates war. Where she is cradled by safety, those around her are falling victim to random acts of vehemence and have untraceable venom spilling through their veins and turning them to statues of ice. roxanne can feel the singe of her lack of sociality; she feels as though she is emptying out her spirit like whispered words meant to be said - but long gone unsaid - drizzled from a reluctant tongue beneath murmurs and echoes. She never asked to be broken – never wanted tumult to bask and flourish like astringent flowers in the dying light of her cursed soul. treachery and trouble are her only allies at this moment in time.
given the mental state she was born with, roxanne was always going to be a bitch, and never the kindest of saints. to the rest of her siblings, she is the silent one in the family; the mute. she rarely takes part in their ‘games’ or battles, preferring to sit on the sidelines; for, while she has no interest in taking part, she still finds it intriguing to watch. roxanne is extremely independent and needs environment control at all times. if a situation goes beyond her own control: the world might as well come to an end. “where do you get off?” is possibly a common catch phrase (or something of the like) as roxanne is often rude to those when speaking to individuals who she assumes is of a less stature than her. To those who are loyal and respect her, she will return the favor and give her upmost loyalties to them. nothing comes free in this world and neither does she. if roxanne is ever asked to preform an act, or do someone elses dirty work, it won't come cheap. sure, friends get some discount, but roxanne velieves in the saying 'life's a bitch'. she understands that nothing in life is fair, so why should she be? although with that said, she would never intentionally hurt someone.
she loves her pokémon dearly, and would be hard-pressed to kill somebody who hurt, or stole them. she is uncontrollably protective of them, she sometimes trains them a little bit too harshly, but almost always makes it up to them as soon as they wake up, raring to go once more. roxanne can shelter or be sheltered by the biggest harm, except for one; which happens to be her own self. roxanne is harsh towards her pokémon when they do something wrong, but it is not out of anger, but more out of nerves, she doesn't want to fail her father, and she doesn't want to have to watch her pokémon fail her, because she knows them well. unintentionally, she wounds them with harsh words, and bruises their hope, and yet the trust between roxanne and her pokémon is stronger than ever.
likes - + growlithe
- singing
+ music
- pokémon battles
+ training
- being with her siblings
+ visiting her fathers grave
+ seeing well cared for pokémon
- fashion
+ people who speak their mind
d i s l i k e s -
- houndoom packs
+ her family
- jerks
+ blastoise
- girly-girls
+ bullies
- anger
best thing about her - her loyalty. her desire to make things work
w o r s t t h i n g a b o u t h e r - her stubborness. her easily angered disposition
detailed personality - A girl created not from the heat or passion, but instead through a chance of spontaneous impulse. Apathy common in the male, though the source of such an emotional handicap is originated from his mental illness - schizophrenia. her mindset is often disorgnized, with jumbled and irrelevant thoughts rolling together and often clashing with tremendous force, her mind is far from one-track. though she is intelligent, her disorganized thoughts handicap her ability to come up with elaborate schemes and even if she could come up with something fool-proof - it's unlikely she could possess the ambition and drive to go through with it in the manner mecessary. in short - she lacks the drive. another quirk of hers is the fact that she can be excessively verbal and hyper-active, then suddenly go into an almost catatonic state; it's in times like this roxanne is thankful she has her pokémon - she becomes completely motionless, or entirely mute - though there have been times of both occuring, it is very unlikely that it will happen.
in her moments of hyper-activity, she becomes rather reckless, and the term 'loose canon' fits her perfectly. her personality, to be honest, is interesting. with her schizophrenia, she has hallucinations - auditory - she can hear a voice inside her mind; soft spoken like a woman, with a steely tone that is exactly like a mans. it is almost child-like, revealing a soft tender side that roxanne only wishes she could show. but the voice is terrible, it is manipulative, and often, it plagues roxanne with a terrible headache, until she relents to its wishes. roxanne is socially withdrawn, her state of irritability makes her seem dangerous, and even more intimidating and others have learned - often the hard way - to keep their distance from the trainer and her pokémon. roxanne has a strannge verbal quirk as well, which is referred to as "blunted" speech. when asked questions, she gives responses directly and although she remains entirely honest - she gives no unnecessary information or details. each question is answered specifically, revealing and offering no further details unless another question is posed. she's quite the wild-card, to say the least. a rather interesting social outcast and hazard. Where there is battle, she cultivates war. Where she is cradled by safety, those around her are falling victim to random acts of vehemence and have untraceable venom spilling through their veins and turning them to statues of ice. roxanne can feel the singe of her lack of sociality; she feels as though she is emptying out her spirit like whispered words meant to be said - but long gone unsaid - drizzled from a reluctant tongue beneath murmurs and echoes. She never asked to be broken – never wanted tumult to bask and flourish like astringent flowers in the dying light of her cursed soul. treachery and trouble are her only allies at this moment in time.
given the mental state she was born with, roxanne was always going to be a bitch, and never the kindest of saints. to the rest of her siblings, she is the silent one in the family; the mute. she rarely takes part in their ‘games’ or battles, preferring to sit on the sidelines; for, while she has no interest in taking part, she still finds it intriguing to watch. roxanne is extremely independent and needs environment control at all times. if a situation goes beyond her own control: the world might as well come to an end. “where do you get off?” is possibly a common catch phrase (or something of the like) as roxanne is often rude to those when speaking to individuals who she assumes is of a less stature than her. To those who are loyal and respect her, she will return the favor and give her upmost loyalties to them. nothing comes free in this world and neither does she. if roxanne is ever asked to preform an act, or do someone elses dirty work, it won't come cheap. sure, friends get some discount, but roxanne velieves in the saying 'life's a bitch'. she understands that nothing in life is fair, so why should she be? although with that said, she would never intentionally hurt someone.
she loves her pokémon dearly, and would be hard-pressed to kill somebody who hurt, or stole them. she is uncontrollably protective of them, she sometimes trains them a little bit too harshly, but almost always makes it up to them as soon as they wake up, raring to go once more. roxanne can shelter or be sheltered by the biggest harm, except for one; which happens to be her own self. roxanne is harsh towards her pokémon when they do something wrong, but it is not out of anger, but more out of nerves, she doesn't want to fail her father, and she doesn't want to have to watch her pokémon fail her, because she knows them well. unintentionally, she wounds them with harsh words, and bruises their hope, and yet the trust between roxanne and her pokémon is stronger than ever.
h i s t o r y - roxanne was born before her brother, matthew, while they grew up, they were brought up with different pokémon being around them all day long, as their parents were both trainers and breeders - At a young age, it was obvious who loved what pokémon - matthew taking a certain charm for normal and dark pokémon, and roxanne taking for fire and phychic pokémon. both held a certain love of dragon pokémon, and wish to own either a salamance, or a dragonite. roxanne, being the elder of the two, liked to push her ''baby brother'' around as she called him, but it was only done out of love and playing, matthew almost always managed to get roxanne back; their parents, lynanne and daniel were both pleased that the pair got along well, and one day, when the family began to pack up for a family outing, the bond became even stronger between roxanne and her fire pokémon, growlithe, and matthew and eevee, but almost meant that the twins trust was shattered.
the family went on the outing; just the four of them, but ten if you included the pokémon, daniel had been setting up the small fire which was always lit during the outings, but this would be the last time they would ever see their father happy, about three hours into the day, the silence was shattered by the loud cries of a pokémon, or rather a pack of them. roxannes father shouted for the pair to run, but the pokémon had already appeared on the edge of camp - seven large, menacing pokémon were stalking the group and roxanne had only just been able to summon a fire pokémon before the pokémon were upon them. roxanne, having had no battle practice, could only watch as her father tried to stop the houndoom from attacking her and her brother.
he was killed, two of the houndoom had grabbed him, and had promptly torn his throat out, leaving lynanne, matthew and roxanne petrified, roxanne had managed to mutter a broken, "dad!" before she fainted, the fire pokémon catching her before she hit the ground. when roxanne woke up, she was on a ferry, a pokéball on the counter and a note next to it.
'roxanne,
do not hate me nor your brother, we do this because we love you.
lynanne'
the pair had sent roxanne to sinnoh; and had sent her with the only pokémon who had stayed with her throughout her life - the young growlithe - and had sent her too a different region to the kanto region she was used to. now, at the age of sixteen, roxanne is about to start her journey with growlithe, and another pokémon.
roleplay - Lazily, a hand traced the scar which rested on her neck, and brown eyes lazily glanced over the land; From her position on Uchiha Madara, the twenty-three year old ninja could see the clouds being blown around, and with a lazy yawn, or sigh, at the moment she couldn't tell what it was; She flung an arm to support her neck, her brown eyes closing as the suns rays glinted into them, and she stretched; Her back arching like a cats, and her muscles being pulled taunt once more. Relaxing against the cool surface of the stone, Inuzuka Amata closed her eyes for a moment, until a cold wet nose brushed against her stomach. "What is it Shiro? Nobody's around here for miles!" She complained, opening one eye and glancing at the canine who was whining, with an annoyed huff of air; Amata rose into a sitting position, too which the small canine instantly took advantage of, crawling onto her lap and curling into a ball, Shiromaru blinked sheepishly at his partner when she gave an annoyed groan. "Get off me Shiro!" Amata stated, tapping the canines' nose playfully. "I don't want your fleas all over me," At this, Shiro uncurled himself, and seemingly gave his partner a rather sour look, and padded off towards the edge of the stone. Standing up, and rocking slightly as she became accustomed to the land once more; Amata slipped her hands into her pockets of the black cargo pants, which rested on her hips, and were about to fall at any time, with her one hand Amata tugged them up carefully, wincing when her ankle throbbed as she tripped. "Stupid pants." She muttered darkly, rubbing the bruised ankle tenderly.
With her black and white checkered top, Amata stood out, that much was true, and the orange and black jacket thrown around her waist only added to the attraction, yet, at that moment in time, Amata couldn't care less. With her hands behind her head, acting as a pillow, the Jōnin walked across the top of the stone Uchihas head. She wasn't stupid enough to not know where she was, but she'd been out for quite a while - Not that anyone would know - As if on cue, Shiros' cold nose was pressed into her pants once more, the water sinking through and dampening her skin."Alright Shiro; I'm coming." Amata muttered, drawing her eyes away from the sky and towards her partner, and her bag. "Oh," She began, crossing her arms and pouting, "So your hungry?!"She asked, crossing a few steps to stand in front of the white canine, who, upon being asked the question, barked loudly."Urgh! There's no point in you being hungry all the time!" Amata muttered, folding her arms and glancing at the dog, who whined, and thumped his tail against the floor. "Alright, alright, you win; Stupid dogs need to be fed less."She grumbled under her breath, her eyes glazing over for a moment as she picked a bowl from her bag and lazily pushed away the scrolls and other random items in her bag; Looking for one item in particular. Giving a small smile towards Shiro, Amata placed the food down and turned on her heel.
Her jacket, the luminous orange and the luscious ebony background, bounced as she moved; The long dirty blond locks brushing against the square of her back, the loose, rare, curl standing out in her hair, and her hair was clipped to the side; The scar visible once more, yet Amata paid no attention to the scar which had almost cost her her life. Slipping down to sit on the ground, the Jōnin lazily glanced across the sunrise, her eyes picking up the soft, innocent, hues of the yellows and reds, and even the odd blue; All mixing, all contrasting so warmly, Amata felt something in her heart clench at the sight of the innocent colors; Not like the deep hue of crimson, the splatters of blood which could appear anywhere; Her eyes closed at the thought. And despite her thoughts, she knew she would end up becoming jaded, hollow and distant - She already was - Her brown eyes opened slowly, and across the smooth, chipped surface, the Jōnin could make out her partner, Shiromaru, lifting his head, his tail dipped low, his ears pulled back slightly. Amata sighed. "Oi." She called out, catching the canines' attention, her voice sounding slightly distant and quiet,"Come on. We need to be getting back soon." But she made no motion to move, and Shiro barked once, a low almost puppy-like immaturity entering the vocal sound, and Amata waved a hand, "Aa. You know what she's like."She remarked lazily, throwing a hand across the back of her head and resting it on the ground, her eyes gazing up across the sky. Innocence was something that was lost in a second, Amata knew this too well. And yet, she refused to succumb to the darkness which was creeping up in her heart. Her eyes, which had once been so full of life, were dull, and only glistened at the sight of blood - Blood which was her own, or an enemys' blood - Call her sadistic, she couldn't care less. Her senses, unlike Amatas' were honed at the moment, and she could make out the trace of chakra which alerted her to the incoming shinobi. Of all days, she just hoped it wasn't an Inuzuka, because if it was, she may end up losing her mind. She hadn't went home last night, nor the night before that, and had simply stayed around Kohona, straying to the inns and hotels around the place; And if anyone asked, the answer was the same, "Training." And then she would move on before anyone could stop her, now she was perched on the Uchiha Madara statue, bored and lonely - Which was rare for her - And had an incoming shinobi.
Life couldn't get better for her. Wait, hold on, don't get ahead of yourself here, that was a lie; It could get better than her, her entire life she had been pushed to her limits, even before she had became a ninja, and now she was past her limits. It was taking a boat into the ocean, diving into the waters, and letting the boat drive away - You were stranded, and so was Amata, she was too far gone to get back to her limit, too far to swim back to land; You were stranded until someone decided to hold their hand out long enough for you to grab onto - So far no-one had done that for Amata, and she doubted anyone ever would. A few minutes had passed, and for a moment, Amata wondered if she had tricked herself into thinking of the chakra; It had happened once before, and she shook her head, the person could have just masked their chakra; Something anyone who was a shinobi could do. At that, Amata let a small smile pass her lips, "Something cute little dogs should be able to do."She remarked, quite loud, and was rewarded with a low growl and wet nose on her cheek. "Come on, there has to be something out there!" She complained, frowning darkly and drawing a shuriken from her pocket; With a deft flick of her wrist, the dirty blond kunoichi had thrown the shuriken into the air, and watched it spin multiple times, until her hand rose and caught it swiftly; She did it again, and again, until she began a pattern; Throw, watch, catch. Throw, watch, catch. An endless rhythm, an unbroken bond between the actions. Her eyes closed slightly, and as a sharp pain caused her eyes to flicker open once, she noticed, with some distaste that a small nick had been caused on her skin, and the blood was starting to trickle down her digit, and with the weapon still in the air, her other hand slipped from behind her head, and grabbed the weapon as she brought the bleeding digit to her mouth. The taste filled her mouth, and her throat constricted slightly at the vile taste, the coppery taste was disgusting, and tasted solely of copper, something that Amata had tasted many times before.
She could already tell that the day was going to be a hot one; The suns rays were already starting to heat the earth up, the brightness giving testimony to the upcoming warmth, something which Amata would be keen to avoid on most days; But as she had no place to be, she noted that she could just stay in her place; She wanted to try and tan a bit more anyway, and it didn't seem like she was going to be bothered. Of course, Karma had a way of coming and biting you in the ass when you least expected it. Amata could say that much; her head rose for a moment, just enough to see Shiromaru running around, burning off steam, and just enough to slip her hands under her head and act like a pillow, with a soft "Omph."She let her head hit her hands, and yawned. Today was starting off excellently for the kunoichi, now all she needed was a little bit of company, and she'd be in heaven in no time at all.[/color][/color][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/size][/size][/size]
