Post by Zoey Croft on Sept 8, 2011 17:49:36 GMT -5
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How many characters do you already have here? I have: Buffy, Amelia, Iris, Cloe....
Character's full name: Zoey Sophia Roberts-Croft.
Age: 14
Group Species: Potential Slayer
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good
Unique/Exotic Features: Zoey stands at 4'10, making her a small child for her age. She's dainty, with petite features. Zoey's big blue eyes caused her torment and teasing as a little girl, the other kids often called her a "Lemur".
Please supply a character image if possible:
Model's name:Ana Sophia Robb
Personality: Zoey is quirky and well behaved. She doesn't rebel against authority figures, however, that does not keep her out of trouble. She often finds herself smack in the middle of trouble, noble as her intentions may be. Zoey is a happy child with a dark and troubling past.
Likes:
Ice Cream
Colorful garments
dancing
running
studying about Buffy and her Scoobie Gang.
Dislikes:
Chocolate
boys
teen magazine
dresses!!!!
Strengths: (Supernatural strengths. Abilities you posses that can give you an edge in a fight.)
*Slayer Strength
*Slayer Speed
*Slayer Healing
*Slayer Senses
* Extensive Combat Training. (for her age anyway).
Weaknesses: (Something that can cause you physical pain, possibly death, if someone else used it against you. ex. A vampire's weakness is sunlight.)
* Human weaknesses (I.E. can die of anything that kills a normal human)
*Uncanny ability to drop her weapons in a fight.
*Size is a factor people!
* Can be harmed by magic
* Her mother, if anyone held her mother hostage she would do whatever they said.
*
History: (In first person, cause I want to, lol)
I suppose it started a while back before me mum left. Me mum was out most nights, dad says she was cheatin' on him, I say she was keeping her wits about her. Dad was mean, downright violent if you ask me. Its best not to dwell on what you can't do nothing about.
Like I was saying, Mum wasn't around much, which left me dad and me to our own devices. Turns out, that wasn't the best thing in the world. Dad would drink, complain about mum, and not go to work or leave the house at all. Thankfully, I still had school to go to, so I was able to get out of there for a little while. I threw myself into my studies, which wasn't much considering I was 4 years old at the time.
It got progressively worse when Mum finally stopped coming back. She would stay gone all day and part of the night, but she came back. One day she didn't. I suppose she got tired of having a, what'd she call him?, "A worthless piece of..." well, you know. Anyhow, after Mum left it was all down hill from there. All dad did was drink, and try his hand at a con-job or two.
Meanwhile I was left to fend for myself, the cleaning, the cooking, school. The kids at school made fun of my UN-laundered clothing and my unkempt hair. I tried to keep up with the house, the laundry and everything else, but I couldn't do it all. Dad was passed out by the time I made it home from school and thus rendered useless. Anyhow, so it didn't matter much. We were hard up all the way around. The lights got disconnected because Dad drank the money for the bill. Shortly after that he began to hit me, and do other things.
It became routine for us. He would sleep until noon, drink, lay around and wait for me to get home. He wanted me to stop going to school, I told him I couldn't because then people would start asking questions. He did realize that it was summer break and I had been "Going to school" for the past 2 weeks already. Anyway, I would get home, start picking up the house. He would watch me, grab at me, drag me to him. I fought him every time he touched me, and he hit me, forced his lips to mine, forced himself on me in every way. It had gone on for months. We lived without power for almost a year.
He found out about my "going to school" scheme. I still don't know how he figured it out, him always been drunk and around the house and yard. I suppose he saw some kids walk by or something. When I came home he was waiting for me as usual. Only today he was particular angry.
I don't remember much that had happened, but I do remember this. He was beating me, surely about to continue our little "routine", I was slamming my little balled fists into his chest, trying to kick him off me. One fist stopped him. I couldn't explain it. I had felt this surge of power, this connection, then my fist made contact with his chest and he flew off me and landed in the drywall. He lay there, in an UN-moving heap. I sat there on the floor and watched him, waiting for him to get up and kill me. He never moved. It wouldn't be known until later (much later) that he had a blood clot in his skull, and the impact caused it to break free and go into his brain, killing him. (I found this out after retrieving my file at the watchers council, which is a different story entirely.)
I stayed in the house with his rotting corpse. I covered it with a blanket so I wouldn't have to look at him. I continued my routine, only minus all the beatings, beer and molestations. I left the house everyday, went to the park and swung on the swings. When it started to get dark I went home.
One day, I came home to find a black town car and a white van in front of the house. I had stopped dead in my tracks. I had thought, Oh dear god, they found him! The van pulled away from the house and their headlights shined in my eyes. Lina was standing at the door. It didn't appear to have been opened, so I ran up to it before she had the chance to.
Lina told me about the Watchers Council. She told me that they had taken care of him. Her eyes narrowed when she said that. To me, she appeared to be angry. Lina told me they had witches, and the witches had seen me, and that she was there to help me. I looked down, away from her. I had felt ashamed. Lina knelt down and grabbed my chin with her thumb and index finger. "Monsters are real, pet. And you've been chosen to save people from them." I met her eyes and she said, "And I'm here to save you from them."
I became Lina's Slayer at the age of 5. Lina and I quickly formed a mother-daughter bond, which led to Lina adopting me at age 6.
Lina, has taught me how to cope with life and it's mishaps. I owe Lina my life, I love her, and would die to protect her.
RP Sample: (Only Canonical characters need to submit an rp sample.)
(because I wanna)
Zoey Croft
I had been on pins and needles to get to Sunnydale, home of thee slayer. I was obsessed with her. Mum couldn't stop me from jabbering on about how great she was, how pretty she was, how amazing she was. I knew almost everything there was to know about Buffy Summers. I had broken into the watchers diaries time and time again, reading all about Buffy and her friends. I had even met Mr. Giles, Buffy's own Watcher! Well, old watcher. She didn't need one, not really. I couldn't wait to meet her, to gain knowledge from her, to... get her autograph. I looked down at the picture of Buffy. It was an obvious surveillance photo, but I didn't care. Oh, God! Maybe she'd take a picture with me! Mum and I had been out this way once before, but I hadn't really gotten to see her much. She was busy with training the potentials and what not. I didn't want to impose. But this time, I was going to Sunnydale all by myself.
I sat in the first class window seat of the plane, looking out at the country side and we flew over it. The Pilot came on and informed us that we would have an unscheduled stop in L.A. for plane issues. It seems perfectly normal, these things happened all the time, right? Oh how wrong I was.
(Eh, opening rp for me I suppose, lol)
How many characters do you already have here? I have: Buffy, Amelia, Iris, Cloe....
Character's full name: Zoey Sophia Roberts-Croft.
Age: 14
Group Species: Potential Slayer
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good
Unique/Exotic Features: Zoey stands at 4'10, making her a small child for her age. She's dainty, with petite features. Zoey's big blue eyes caused her torment and teasing as a little girl, the other kids often called her a "Lemur".
Please supply a character image if possible:
Model's name:Ana Sophia Robb
Personality: Zoey is quirky and well behaved. She doesn't rebel against authority figures, however, that does not keep her out of trouble. She often finds herself smack in the middle of trouble, noble as her intentions may be. Zoey is a happy child with a dark and troubling past.
Likes:
Ice Cream
Colorful garments
dancing
running
studying about Buffy and her Scoobie Gang.
Dislikes:
Chocolate
boys
teen magazine
dresses!!!!
Strengths: (Supernatural strengths. Abilities you posses that can give you an edge in a fight.)
*Slayer Strength
*Slayer Speed
*Slayer Healing
*Slayer Senses
* Extensive Combat Training. (for her age anyway).
Weaknesses: (Something that can cause you physical pain, possibly death, if someone else used it against you. ex. A vampire's weakness is sunlight.)
* Human weaknesses (I.E. can die of anything that kills a normal human)
*Uncanny ability to drop her weapons in a fight.
*Size is a factor people!
* Can be harmed by magic
* Her mother, if anyone held her mother hostage she would do whatever they said.
*
History: (In first person, cause I want to, lol)
I suppose it started a while back before me mum left. Me mum was out most nights, dad says she was cheatin' on him, I say she was keeping her wits about her. Dad was mean, downright violent if you ask me. Its best not to dwell on what you can't do nothing about.
Like I was saying, Mum wasn't around much, which left me dad and me to our own devices. Turns out, that wasn't the best thing in the world. Dad would drink, complain about mum, and not go to work or leave the house at all. Thankfully, I still had school to go to, so I was able to get out of there for a little while. I threw myself into my studies, which wasn't much considering I was 4 years old at the time.
It got progressively worse when Mum finally stopped coming back. She would stay gone all day and part of the night, but she came back. One day she didn't. I suppose she got tired of having a, what'd she call him?, "A worthless piece of..." well, you know. Anyhow, after Mum left it was all down hill from there. All dad did was drink, and try his hand at a con-job or two.
Meanwhile I was left to fend for myself, the cleaning, the cooking, school. The kids at school made fun of my UN-laundered clothing and my unkempt hair. I tried to keep up with the house, the laundry and everything else, but I couldn't do it all. Dad was passed out by the time I made it home from school and thus rendered useless. Anyhow, so it didn't matter much. We were hard up all the way around. The lights got disconnected because Dad drank the money for the bill. Shortly after that he began to hit me, and do other things.
It became routine for us. He would sleep until noon, drink, lay around and wait for me to get home. He wanted me to stop going to school, I told him I couldn't because then people would start asking questions. He did realize that it was summer break and I had been "Going to school" for the past 2 weeks already. Anyway, I would get home, start picking up the house. He would watch me, grab at me, drag me to him. I fought him every time he touched me, and he hit me, forced his lips to mine, forced himself on me in every way. It had gone on for months. We lived without power for almost a year.
He found out about my "going to school" scheme. I still don't know how he figured it out, him always been drunk and around the house and yard. I suppose he saw some kids walk by or something. When I came home he was waiting for me as usual. Only today he was particular angry.
I don't remember much that had happened, but I do remember this. He was beating me, surely about to continue our little "routine", I was slamming my little balled fists into his chest, trying to kick him off me. One fist stopped him. I couldn't explain it. I had felt this surge of power, this connection, then my fist made contact with his chest and he flew off me and landed in the drywall. He lay there, in an UN-moving heap. I sat there on the floor and watched him, waiting for him to get up and kill me. He never moved. It wouldn't be known until later (much later) that he had a blood clot in his skull, and the impact caused it to break free and go into his brain, killing him. (I found this out after retrieving my file at the watchers council, which is a different story entirely.)
I stayed in the house with his rotting corpse. I covered it with a blanket so I wouldn't have to look at him. I continued my routine, only minus all the beatings, beer and molestations. I left the house everyday, went to the park and swung on the swings. When it started to get dark I went home.
One day, I came home to find a black town car and a white van in front of the house. I had stopped dead in my tracks. I had thought, Oh dear god, they found him! The van pulled away from the house and their headlights shined in my eyes. Lina was standing at the door. It didn't appear to have been opened, so I ran up to it before she had the chance to.
Lina told me about the Watchers Council. She told me that they had taken care of him. Her eyes narrowed when she said that. To me, she appeared to be angry. Lina told me they had witches, and the witches had seen me, and that she was there to help me. I looked down, away from her. I had felt ashamed. Lina knelt down and grabbed my chin with her thumb and index finger. "Monsters are real, pet. And you've been chosen to save people from them." I met her eyes and she said, "And I'm here to save you from them."
I became Lina's Slayer at the age of 5. Lina and I quickly formed a mother-daughter bond, which led to Lina adopting me at age 6.
Lina, has taught me how to cope with life and it's mishaps. I owe Lina my life, I love her, and would die to protect her.
RP Sample: (Only Canonical characters need to submit an rp sample.)
(because I wanna)
Zoey Croft
I had been on pins and needles to get to Sunnydale, home of thee slayer. I was obsessed with her. Mum couldn't stop me from jabbering on about how great she was, how pretty she was, how amazing she was. I knew almost everything there was to know about Buffy Summers. I had broken into the watchers diaries time and time again, reading all about Buffy and her friends. I had even met Mr. Giles, Buffy's own Watcher! Well, old watcher. She didn't need one, not really. I couldn't wait to meet her, to gain knowledge from her, to... get her autograph. I looked down at the picture of Buffy. It was an obvious surveillance photo, but I didn't care. Oh, God! Maybe she'd take a picture with me! Mum and I had been out this way once before, but I hadn't really gotten to see her much. She was busy with training the potentials and what not. I didn't want to impose. But this time, I was going to Sunnydale all by myself.
I sat in the first class window seat of the plane, looking out at the country side and we flew over it. The Pilot came on and informed us that we would have an unscheduled stop in L.A. for plane issues. It seems perfectly normal, these things happened all the time, right? Oh how wrong I was.
(Eh, opening rp for me I suppose, lol)
