Post by Korey Cooper on Feb 24, 2010 22:18:19 GMT -4
Human
Name:Korey cooper
Gender: Female
Age:17
Ranking:
Physical Description:
Korey, is only five six and a half, and the first things, that is noticeable about her, is her sickly pale skin, and the dark circles under her eyes, from lack of sleep. The cigarette that is always in her mouth, that she seems to always have on her. Her eyes are brown, but it shines within the light, and it seems to be able to reflect, her body is the shape of an hour glass, curvy.
Her hair is perfect ebony, the type of ebony you see on a piano, perfect, shining within the light. She is usually in a dark outfit, and she hardly wears any other color, but black, the dark colors, usually make her eyes even more noticeable.
Personality
The first thing, about Korey is that you would that she always wears a weak smile on her face, but she seems to stand for what is good, and what makes sense to her, although, most of the time, her voice is soft, and not heard, when she does want to be heard, she ends up, tapping the person’s shoulder.
She seems to, want to know how everyone feels, and wants to take in their pain, to attempt to ignore hers, and most of the time no one realizes that is what, she does. She loves to help people, and make them smile, but underneath it all are a few things that no one knows.
The first is that she suffers from analgia which is the inability to feel pain, physically that is, also she has the ability to see the dead, by dead I mean: shinigami, hollow and stuff, ever since she was a young girl. It was something passed down from generation to generation in her family.
History:
Korey was born in america, to a single mother, never had met her father, her mother was sick, and was constantly, working with the police as a ‘psychic ‘ investigator. So she was alone most of the time. But she didn’t mind, when she was eight, her mother died of an illness. Before she died, she had told Korey that her father had been a strong person, and had went to America.
When her mother died, the child protective services tried to take her away she ran away, with the help of her invisible friend. She had ran away to her sisters house, which was in California, when she turned ten, she had millions of ‘invisible’ friends, she told her sister, that each one had chains on their chest where their hearts should be. Her sister became worried, because Korey had been ten, and still talking to her imaginary friends. Then she started to smoke, at the age of ten, her sister got even more nervous, so she would punish her.
Korey began hanging out at the cemetery, more and more often, not sleeping because her ‘imaginary’ friends wanted to talk to her. It was the final straw when Korey turned eleven, she had said she saw her mother, their mother. Korey was put away to western psych, a place for ‘insane’ and ‘unfit’ children. There she met her first love. Even if he was ‘imaginary’
He had been sad, and cold, and cruel, all of her other ‘imaginary’ friends had disliked him, they didn’t go near him. Which made her attract to him more, he told her that soon he would forget everything, and everyone, including her, that made her fall for him more, oddly. When she turned thirteen, she was still there, and so was he. He had grown in love with her also, but he, seemed to become distant, until one day, he didn’t come to her, she didn’t see him.
When she was fourteen she got out of western psych, and she took a plane ticket, one way to Tokyo, Karakura town. She landed there, and she managed, with the money her sister gave her, to rent an apartment, close to the high school, she had been living there for only a year, when she one day woke up with guns.
She tested them, but not bullets came out, some odd thing, that actually killed one of her imaginary friends, she thought of it, for one year and on her sixteenth birthday, she had a dream of her mother, her mother had came to her and explained to her, her abilities, she could manipulate her ‘powers’ into the gun. She could use it for her threat, and how her imaginary friends where just the dead.
Additional Info: Korey is a chain smoker- you can say she is one of the reasons scientist believe in global warming.
when she dies i will make her profile- start from scratch.
Power Level: Power level One.
Physical Transformation: The physical transformation will occur when she dies.
Abilities:
The effect is that of a leech, per say, if she is able to destroy a shinigami or arrancar(hollow also) she is able to ‘swallow’ them within her gun, they end up as a ‘gaurdian’ to her, until she uses their powers for her own(You can consider her a viazard- but she is still human, only with the short term use of hollow/ arrancar, shinigami powers), then they suffer a fate worst then death, they are turned into nothing-ness. Even though, this can be helpful, it is also a back fire, because it slowly kills her insides.
But, when she dies, she becomes a hollow/arrancar or shinigami, depending how many souls she uses as her own weapon
Other Characters: Non as of yet.
Roleplay Sample:
This will be my first thread, also if allowed.
General Info
Name:Korey cooper
Gender: Female
Age:17
Ranking:
Physical Description:
Korey, is only five six and a half, and the first things, that is noticeable about her, is her sickly pale skin, and the dark circles under her eyes, from lack of sleep. The cigarette that is always in her mouth, that she seems to always have on her. Her eyes are brown, but it shines within the light, and it seems to be able to reflect, her body is the shape of an hour glass, curvy.
Her hair is perfect ebony, the type of ebony you see on a piano, perfect, shining within the light. She is usually in a dark outfit, and she hardly wears any other color, but black, the dark colors, usually make her eyes even more noticeable.
Personality
The first thing, about Korey is that you would that she always wears a weak smile on her face, but she seems to stand for what is good, and what makes sense to her, although, most of the time, her voice is soft, and not heard, when she does want to be heard, she ends up, tapping the person’s shoulder.
She seems to, want to know how everyone feels, and wants to take in their pain, to attempt to ignore hers, and most of the time no one realizes that is what, she does. She loves to help people, and make them smile, but underneath it all are a few things that no one knows.
The first is that she suffers from analgia which is the inability to feel pain, physically that is, also she has the ability to see the dead, by dead I mean: shinigami, hollow and stuff, ever since she was a young girl. It was something passed down from generation to generation in her family.
History:
Korey was born in america, to a single mother, never had met her father, her mother was sick, and was constantly, working with the police as a ‘psychic ‘ investigator. So she was alone most of the time. But she didn’t mind, when she was eight, her mother died of an illness. Before she died, she had told Korey that her father had been a strong person, and had went to America.
When her mother died, the child protective services tried to take her away she ran away, with the help of her invisible friend. She had ran away to her sisters house, which was in California, when she turned ten, she had millions of ‘invisible’ friends, she told her sister, that each one had chains on their chest where their hearts should be. Her sister became worried, because Korey had been ten, and still talking to her imaginary friends. Then she started to smoke, at the age of ten, her sister got even more nervous, so she would punish her.
Korey began hanging out at the cemetery, more and more often, not sleeping because her ‘imaginary’ friends wanted to talk to her. It was the final straw when Korey turned eleven, she had said she saw her mother, their mother. Korey was put away to western psych, a place for ‘insane’ and ‘unfit’ children. There she met her first love. Even if he was ‘imaginary’
He had been sad, and cold, and cruel, all of her other ‘imaginary’ friends had disliked him, they didn’t go near him. Which made her attract to him more, he told her that soon he would forget everything, and everyone, including her, that made her fall for him more, oddly. When she turned thirteen, she was still there, and so was he. He had grown in love with her also, but he, seemed to become distant, until one day, he didn’t come to her, she didn’t see him.
When she was fourteen she got out of western psych, and she took a plane ticket, one way to Tokyo, Karakura town. She landed there, and she managed, with the money her sister gave her, to rent an apartment, close to the high school, she had been living there for only a year, when she one day woke up with guns.
She tested them, but not bullets came out, some odd thing, that actually killed one of her imaginary friends, she thought of it, for one year and on her sixteenth birthday, she had a dream of her mother, her mother had came to her and explained to her, her abilities, she could manipulate her ‘powers’ into the gun. She could use it for her threat, and how her imaginary friends where just the dead.
Additional Info: Korey is a chain smoker- you can say she is one of the reasons scientist believe in global warming.
when she dies i will make her profile- start from scratch.
Special Ability
Power Level: Power level One.
Physical Transformation: The physical transformation will occur when she dies.
Abilities:
The effect is that of a leech, per say, if she is able to destroy a shinigami or arrancar(hollow also) she is able to ‘swallow’ them within her gun, they end up as a ‘gaurdian’ to her, until she uses their powers for her own(You can consider her a viazard- but she is still human, only with the short term use of hollow/ arrancar, shinigami powers), then they suffer a fate worst then death, they are turned into nothing-ness. Even though, this can be helpful, it is also a back fire, because it slowly kills her insides.
But, when she dies, she becomes a hollow/arrancar or shinigami, depending how many souls she uses as her own weapon
Additional
Other Characters: Non as of yet.
Roleplay Sample:
This will be my first thread, also if allowed.
Some times, Life doesn't go as you plan. Sometimes, you don't get a choice. There was silence, as the only window that had not been covered by the thick black curtains(like the other windows) had been open. The sky was gray, but still light out, illuminating the darkness, Showing the room.
Most kids live with their parents, go on family outings. Fight with their siblings. Argue with their parents. Ask their parents for money The soft beat of rain drops hit against the open window, bored brown eyes stared to it. They seemed to be brightened by the light, and reflect the window. First it was a slow beat, just simple rain.
Most teenagers fight with their moms and dads, then cry to their boyfriend or girlfriend about it, who they'll probably forget in a few years. Most teenager's worry about their school work(and not if they'll live until tomorrow's light. Her pale skin seemed achromatic, as if it was white paint under her skin, and not blood. She sat up, a black tank top, as black covers slid off her stomach and chest. Her raven dark hair rested against her back, calmly.
Most teenagers fight over petty stuff, like boys or whatever. Not creatures that eat your 'soul' Most people have friends, real friends. Not metallic, guardians, that you have to put ammo on. (her guns)She tilted her bodice, so she was laying on the bed horizontally, her legs sprawled out on the other side of the bed. Her hand feeling against the ground. She stopped, as it felt up against a square box. She grabbed it. Then shook it, the sound of something bouncing off the top and bottom of it, she threw it to her other hand, as she continued her search, the floor's carpet was ragged to touch, she stopped, as she felt something..glass. Her hand inspected it. It was round, about the size of a fist. She grabbed it, and set it on her bed. The light showed, a once translucent glass, now gray; the color of cigarette ash.
Most teenagers have some one to comfort them when they loose their fights. The only thing that would comfort her...graveyard soil and maggots. Sitting up, she turned and on her night stand, directly next to the bed was, a clean cigarette tray, an unopened box of cigarettes, and a dull green liter. She rolled her eyes, then grabbed the liter, sitting up, she grabbed the tray; and set it in front of her, before moving her knees up to press against her chest. As she grabbed the box, and opened it. She pulled out a cigarette, then placed it in her mouth.
Her brown eyes stayed onto her only open window, she lit the liter a few times, just listening to the clicking sound it made. She only stayed quiet, then moved the fire to her cigarette and lit it, she kept the liter there for a few minutes, before throwing the liter on the bed, next to the tray, and sliding out of bed. The light showed the floor, just cigarette trays, and boxes of cigarettes. She walked over them, maneuvering through them with ease, she opened her door, letting more light in.
Wincing she squinted her eyes, as they slowly adapted to the light. She hadn't bothered changing, she just wore the clothes from yesterday. Taking a step outside, it would appear she slept in her clothes, her jeans ruffled, her shirt, wrinkled, and her shoes still on. Her shirt was a black tank top (what a colorful person she is) and she closed her door taking a step out side. She put away her cigarettes, and inhaled.
She started walking, letting the rain hit her skin, it chilled her to the bone, as it hit her, and when it ran down her arms and back, she gave a shiver. She exhaled, smoke coming out of her nostrils. Her hair could only be compared to an ink spill on paper, and on her lower back, if some one was really paying attention(only if they really looked), they could see the imprints of two guns.
Most kids live with their parents, go on family outings. Fight with their siblings. Argue with their parents. Ask their parents for money The soft beat of rain drops hit against the open window, bored brown eyes stared to it. They seemed to be brightened by the light, and reflect the window. First it was a slow beat, just simple rain.
Most teenagers fight with their moms and dads, then cry to their boyfriend or girlfriend about it, who they'll probably forget in a few years. Most teenager's worry about their school work(and not if they'll live until tomorrow's light. Her pale skin seemed achromatic, as if it was white paint under her skin, and not blood. She sat up, a black tank top, as black covers slid off her stomach and chest. Her raven dark hair rested against her back, calmly.
Most teenagers fight over petty stuff, like boys or whatever. Not creatures that eat your 'soul' Most people have friends, real friends. Not metallic, guardians, that you have to put ammo on. (her guns)She tilted her bodice, so she was laying on the bed horizontally, her legs sprawled out on the other side of the bed. Her hand feeling against the ground. She stopped, as it felt up against a square box. She grabbed it. Then shook it, the sound of something bouncing off the top and bottom of it, she threw it to her other hand, as she continued her search, the floor's carpet was ragged to touch, she stopped, as she felt something..glass. Her hand inspected it. It was round, about the size of a fist. She grabbed it, and set it on her bed. The light showed, a once translucent glass, now gray; the color of cigarette ash.
Most teenagers have some one to comfort them when they loose their fights. The only thing that would comfort her...graveyard soil and maggots. Sitting up, she turned and on her night stand, directly next to the bed was, a clean cigarette tray, an unopened box of cigarettes, and a dull green liter. She rolled her eyes, then grabbed the liter, sitting up, she grabbed the tray; and set it in front of her, before moving her knees up to press against her chest. As she grabbed the box, and opened it. She pulled out a cigarette, then placed it in her mouth.
Her brown eyes stayed onto her only open window, she lit the liter a few times, just listening to the clicking sound it made. She only stayed quiet, then moved the fire to her cigarette and lit it, she kept the liter there for a few minutes, before throwing the liter on the bed, next to the tray, and sliding out of bed. The light showed the floor, just cigarette trays, and boxes of cigarettes. She walked over them, maneuvering through them with ease, she opened her door, letting more light in.
Wincing she squinted her eyes, as they slowly adapted to the light. She hadn't bothered changing, she just wore the clothes from yesterday. Taking a step outside, it would appear she slept in her clothes, her jeans ruffled, her shirt, wrinkled, and her shoes still on. Her shirt was a black tank top (what a colorful person she is) and she closed her door taking a step out side. She put away her cigarettes, and inhaled.
She started walking, letting the rain hit her skin, it chilled her to the bone, as it hit her, and when it ran down her arms and back, she gave a shiver. She exhaled, smoke coming out of her nostrils. Her hair could only be compared to an ink spill on paper, and on her lower back, if some one was really paying attention(only if they really looked), they could see the imprints of two guns.
