Post by rhode weaver on Mar 3, 2013 23:16:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][STYLE=background-color: #111; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px; width: 105; height: 105; margin-left: 255pt; margin-bottom: -90pt; opacity: 0.9;] [STYLE=background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/CFciK5w.png'); height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -o-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #0F0F0F; margin-top: -5px; margin-left: 15px;][/style][/style] |
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][STYLE= font: 24pt Helvetica; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]ANDREA RHODE WEAVER[/style] [STYLE= font: 7pt Helvetica; text-transform: uppercase; color: #eee; margin-top: -20px; width: 360px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: 1px dashed #aeaeae; margin-left:- 8px;]FEMALE ✖ UNDECIDED ✖ FOURTEEN ✖ CIVILIAN ✖ RUNAWAY / THIEF [/style] | |
[atrb=style, padding: 8px; opacity: 0.7; width: 175px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 185px; overflow: auto; font: 7pt arial; text-align: justify; padding: 6px;] LIKES; ♥ flowers ♥ ice cream ♥ sweets ♥ money ♥ amusement parks ♥ music ♥ windy days ♥ stories ♥ fire types ♥ sleeping DISLIKES; • cold • liars • loud noises • crowded areas • poor weather • authority • running • nosy people • tattletales • being treated like a child POSITIVES; ○ assertive ○ patient ○ clever ○ learns quickly ○ excellent liar ○ resourceful ○ strong-willed ○ persevering ○ loyal (when it's earned) ○ resilient ○ tenacious ○ pays her debts ○ takes initiative NEGATIVES; ■ headstrong ■ temperamental ■ secretive ■ opinionated ■ manipulative ■ clumsy ■ unapologetic ■ brash ■ overestimates herself ■ easily overwhelmed ■ naive ■ distrustful ■ indecisive HABITS/MANNERISMS; ♦ blind ♦ steals to get by, be it from stores or from another person's pocket ♦ sometimes bumps into things or falls down, particularly when unattended ♦ uses her umbrella as a cane when she thinks no-one is looking ♦ plays with her hair when she's bored, nervous or shy ♦ uses zenith to "see"; areas can be psychically communicated to her as vague energy signatures ♦ insecure about her disability; overly conscious of where she lets her eyes settle, tries to follow sound ♦ a bit rough when she tries to be friendly; badmouthing someone or smacking them around a bit is about as affectionate as she gets FEARS; ♦ loud noises ♦ going deaf ♦ water / swimming ♦ city streets / traffic ♦ adults [/style] | [atrb=style, padding: 8px; opacity: 0.7; width: 175px;][STYLE=height: 250px; overflow: auto; font: 7pt arial; text-align: justify; padding: 6px; width: 175px; ]HEIGHT; 5'0" WEIGHT; 100 lbs ACCESSORIES/ITEMS; - lightweight backpack - pokemon - journal (for flower pressing) - red compact umbrella FACE CLAIM; [b]umineko no naku koro ni[/b], ange ushiromiya -- [i]rhode weaver[/i] [/style] |
[cs=2][atrb=style, padding: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #aeaeae; opacity: 0.7;][STYLE=height: 100px; overflow: auto; font: 7pt arial; text-align: justify; padding: 6px; ]HISTORY OR EXTRA INFORMATION; rhode was born into a spectacularly ordinary life; her stay-at-home mother watched over her while her working father put food on the table, and they lived comfortably though without extravagance. rhode was a bright child and showed promise in school, and spent her time reading when she wasn't playing with the other children in the neighborhood or pressing flowers with her mother. with what a pleasant start she had in life, it was only to expected that something would go wrong somewhere along the line. a fire began in her home when she was just barely eleven years old. she was asleep when it happened, but even with the time it took her to wake up and register the situation, she took no time at all in getting out of the house; the drills that she had practiced throughout her school life had lead her to safety, but her own panic and dependence lead her back into trouble. bounding out the front door, she noticed her parents' absence and turned to go back into the house, approaching the glass door again just in time for the fire to blow it out of its frame. the blast was enough to knock her back, and if she wasn't lucky enough to have struck her head on the concrete and put herself out, she was sure the pain would have done it for her. she woke up the next day in the hospital with a fog over her thoughts, but even in her confused state, she knew something was wrong. she opened her eyes, but the world didn't become any clearer, any less dark. without medicine weighing her limbs down she might have torn her ivs out in her panic, but her alarmed flailing was enough to attract the attention of the nurses outside of her room. they explained everything, but at the same time, nothing at all. the glass that hit her face had left her blind, and her eyes had been further damaged from the lick of fire that had followed. her father had died inside, and her mother had passed away later in the hospital; rhode had escaped mostly unscathed, but she would be kept for a while, treating her for her mild burns, working her off of her morphine drip, and getting her back to functioning like a human being. the few days she spent there felt much longer than they actually were, and the days that followed were even worse. as soon as she was "well" again, she was put into foster care and immediately enrolled in grief counseling and therapy. being tossed from one new environment to another, particularly without her sight to help her adjust, constantly reinforced the reality that her life had been completely flipped upside down. the people were superficial and the therapy was ridiculous; she didn't want to be cared for by strangers, and she couldn't begin to talk about her feelings when she didn't even understand them. there was so much going on at once and it was more than she knew how to put into words. the situation was overwhelming and the people were overwhelming and her thoughts and emotions came to a head as confusion and anger and fear. she made more than one attempt to run away, but she was always returned, brought back and passed on to a new place with new impartial caregivers and new names to remember. over time, though, she began to adjust to the obstacle posed by her disability, began learning from the mistakes she made in her failed attempts to slip away. she turned it into a hobby, almost, seeing how quickly she could get away and how long it would take to find her, and every time she slipped out, she got better and better. finally it seems as though she's made her great escape, though she owes almost as much to a recent hurricane as she does to her own skills; it's been several months now and she's managed to lay low, using her pokemon to lift food and valuables from strangers and hiding away in the unoccupied staten island when she messes things up or becomes too visible. it's not fun, and it's not easy, but it's better than being the morality project of some starry eyed couple that needs a little girl to fix. she gets by however she can, and tries not to think about the details.[/style] | |
[cs=2][atrb=style, padding: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #aeaeae; opacity: 0.7;][STYLE=font: 7pt arial; padding: 6px; text-align: center;] YOUR POKEMON vulpix || corona || female || flash fire || fire quick attack ;; will-o-wisp ;; hex ;; flamethrower ;; faint attack ;; hypnosis espeon || zenith || female || magic bounce || psychic bite ;; swift ;; future sight ;; psychic ;; covet ;; endure shinx || king || male || intimidate || electric charge ;; spark ;; bite ;; crunch ;; ice fang ;; night slash [/style] | |
[cs=2][atrb=style, padding: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #aeaeae; opacity: 0.7; ][STYLE= font: 7pt arial; padding: 6px; text-align: justify;]CBOX NAME; eidolon AGE; 17 YEARS ROLE PLAYING; ~7 OTHER CHARACTERS; delilah, nadie [/style] |