Post by Seiya on Feb 5, 2009 22:40:55 GMT -5
I am probably doing something wrong.
Player Handle: Seiya
IMS: SeiyaDono
E-Mail: tia_gardener@yahoo.com
Cannon Or Original?: Originnalllll.
Character Name: Joan d'Tat
Aliases: Whatever people call her.
Special Abilities: Joan seems to excel in sharp-shooting and bomb-making (not just confusion grenades, too). She can also change her astral projection, though if she does a major change (as in, making herself look like a...robot T-rex or something), she has identity issues for weeks. So she doesn't do that. (Besides, it's not like she gets many chances to go into other's minds.)
Profession: Psy-cadet, wheeee!
Skills: Joan is amazingly good at standing out and drawing attention to herself. She is also very skilled with a scalpel or any sharp implement on hand. With her knowledge of anatomy, she can probably cut a jugular vein neatly and accurately, at least as long as the target stays still.
Weaknesses: Joan's amazing tall-o-city leaves her prone to walking into tree branches and getting tangled in trees when she levitates. Because of her awesome passivity, Joan doesn't get motivated enough to do anything really special anyways.
Special Note: Joan dissects a lot of small animals. Her mom disproves of this, of course, so she has to do it outside. She (not-so-secretly) wishes to dissect a human sometime. Maybe several.
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Description: Joan is very tall. Surprisingly tall. As in, mistaken-for-senior-high-schooler tall. She looms over the other campers and hardly has to crane her head to look at a councilor's face. (She does have to look down at Oleander, though, which seems to frustrate him.) She is thin and seems rather fragile and sickly. Her eyes, a dull, dark, blue, always have bags underneath. Her skin is green. Her hair is a messy, dark brown, sloppily cut off around her neck.
Clothing Style/Uniform: Joan doesn't wear anything fancy - she's fine with a plain, orange T-shirt and blue jeans. Her preference seems to be ludicrously baggy, though, and it's hard to tell from afar if she's a guy or a girl. Her socks and sneakers are unimportant, though they are filthy as she doesn't care enough to clean them. Certain others make sure to force her to wash her clothes. (And occasionally, her hair.) She has a scalpel in her pocket.
Family: Joan's parents are divorced - her father took her brother, her mother is stuck with her. Nobody seems to have psychic powers, although powers did turn up in her great grandfather.
Personality: Joan is extremely passive. She stares at people, glossy-eyed, not really caring what they think about her. She's pretty subservient, though, and pretty much obeys what people tell her to do. And because her social skills seem to be nil, she tends to ramble on at people at the slightest whim. Sometimes it's weird facts, sometimes it's certain stories (mostly disturbing). She always tell them in an apathetic tone. To say she makes friends is not accurate. She just hangs around and sticks with people she find at least remotely interesting, as being with boring people is no fun.
The only thing Joan seems to love is dissecting, and she doesn't express that well either. She likes disappearing into the woods to find dead animals to cut up. She often talks about the dissections later on at lunch, much to the disgust of many people. Her scalpel seems to be the only thing she really cares much about, as if it is taken away, she will ask for it back calmly and then be suddenly ripping the culprit's eyes out.
Of course, because of her utter passivity, Joan is easily manipulated. She doesn't really care either way.
Quirks: As emphasized before, Joan loves dissecting. She also has a habit at staring at people as if trying to see right into their stomach.
Likes: Dissecting. Period. There's also food, I guess. And air. And interesting people, of course.
Dislikes: Being bored bored bored bored. Everything else is in a 'neutral' zone.
History: Joan doesn't have an interesting history. Born in America, raised by Americans, one with French heritage, blah blah blah. She didn't show much psychic prowess, just as she doesn't show any now. Mostly it was picking up stuff she wanted and carrying it to her. Her parents didn't mind, as she wasn't destructive. She was around four when her mom gave birth to her brother. She saw this as an improvement, as it was boring at home and her parents were often at work. She immediately started playing with him, but after a few years, he got kinda boring and so she looked for something else to occupy her time with.
Joan held an odd fascination with the innards of beings. It seemed to have started when she silently watched her mom gut a fish, and then a bird. And she found a small, dead sparrow and tried it herself. This interest just continued to grow until one day, she commented on how she wanted the neighbor to die so she could look inside him. Mr. d'Tat couldn't take this, and so he took his son away. Joan's mother puts up with her, but starts breaking down whenever Joan asks if she can dissect a dead pet. Joan, despite her lack of empathy and tact, stops mentioning dissections around the house.
Her mom always takes her to the camp, as she really does need a break from Joan.
Picture: Heeeeeree's Joan!
Roleplay Sample: It was a day. Just...a day. A very boring day, really. Not very good at all. In fact, if Joan had to choose a word to describe this day, it would be....average.
Of course, that's what she tended to rate all days, as it was never the day that was interesting, it was the events that happened during that day. And boy was there something interesting.
Something was killing the bears.
Joan had no idea what, but she didn't care. There were dead bears littering the forest ground, and she wasn't about to let silly things like decomposers and flies get in the way of her dissecting. Of course, she would have to get water, to wash her hands, and clean her scalpel, and maybe some thread and needle since apparently people didn't like seeing bears in the woods with all their entrails outside in the open air...
...Joan's face hit a tree-branch and she fell over and hit her head. Looking more dazed than usual, the tall girl pushed herself up and realized that it was time for one of those class things. Something like that. The adults didn't like it when she didn't come. Especially the short one. But...but...dead bears...
Joan's mind quickly decided that dead bears were more important than silly psychic classes. It's not like she had many skills to hone anyways.
(Hope this be good.)
Player Handle: Seiya
IMS: SeiyaDono
E-Mail: tia_gardener@yahoo.com
Cannon Or Original?: Originnalllll.
Character Name: Joan d'Tat
Aliases: Whatever people call her.
Special Abilities: Joan seems to excel in sharp-shooting and bomb-making (not just confusion grenades, too). She can also change her astral projection, though if she does a major change (as in, making herself look like a...robot T-rex or something), she has identity issues for weeks. So she doesn't do that. (Besides, it's not like she gets many chances to go into other's minds.)
Profession: Psy-cadet, wheeee!
Skills: Joan is amazingly good at standing out and drawing attention to herself. She is also very skilled with a scalpel or any sharp implement on hand. With her knowledge of anatomy, she can probably cut a jugular vein neatly and accurately, at least as long as the target stays still.
Weaknesses: Joan's amazing tall-o-city leaves her prone to walking into tree branches and getting tangled in trees when she levitates. Because of her awesome passivity, Joan doesn't get motivated enough to do anything really special anyways.
Special Note: Joan dissects a lot of small animals. Her mom disproves of this, of course, so she has to do it outside. She (not-so-secretly) wishes to dissect a human sometime. Maybe several.
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Description: Joan is very tall. Surprisingly tall. As in, mistaken-for-senior-high-schooler tall. She looms over the other campers and hardly has to crane her head to look at a councilor's face. (She does have to look down at Oleander, though, which seems to frustrate him.) She is thin and seems rather fragile and sickly. Her eyes, a dull, dark, blue, always have bags underneath. Her skin is green. Her hair is a messy, dark brown, sloppily cut off around her neck.
Clothing Style/Uniform: Joan doesn't wear anything fancy - she's fine with a plain, orange T-shirt and blue jeans. Her preference seems to be ludicrously baggy, though, and it's hard to tell from afar if she's a guy or a girl. Her socks and sneakers are unimportant, though they are filthy as she doesn't care enough to clean them. Certain others make sure to force her to wash her clothes. (And occasionally, her hair.) She has a scalpel in her pocket.
Family: Joan's parents are divorced - her father took her brother, her mother is stuck with her. Nobody seems to have psychic powers, although powers did turn up in her great grandfather.
Personality: Joan is extremely passive. She stares at people, glossy-eyed, not really caring what they think about her. She's pretty subservient, though, and pretty much obeys what people tell her to do. And because her social skills seem to be nil, she tends to ramble on at people at the slightest whim. Sometimes it's weird facts, sometimes it's certain stories (mostly disturbing). She always tell them in an apathetic tone. To say she makes friends is not accurate. She just hangs around and sticks with people she find at least remotely interesting, as being with boring people is no fun.
The only thing Joan seems to love is dissecting, and she doesn't express that well either. She likes disappearing into the woods to find dead animals to cut up. She often talks about the dissections later on at lunch, much to the disgust of many people. Her scalpel seems to be the only thing she really cares much about, as if it is taken away, she will ask for it back calmly and then be suddenly ripping the culprit's eyes out.
Of course, because of her utter passivity, Joan is easily manipulated. She doesn't really care either way.
Quirks: As emphasized before, Joan loves dissecting. She also has a habit at staring at people as if trying to see right into their stomach.
Likes: Dissecting. Period. There's also food, I guess. And air. And interesting people, of course.
Dislikes: Being bored bored bored bored. Everything else is in a 'neutral' zone.
History: Joan doesn't have an interesting history. Born in America, raised by Americans, one with French heritage, blah blah blah. She didn't show much psychic prowess, just as she doesn't show any now. Mostly it was picking up stuff she wanted and carrying it to her. Her parents didn't mind, as she wasn't destructive. She was around four when her mom gave birth to her brother. She saw this as an improvement, as it was boring at home and her parents were often at work. She immediately started playing with him, but after a few years, he got kinda boring and so she looked for something else to occupy her time with.
Joan held an odd fascination with the innards of beings. It seemed to have started when she silently watched her mom gut a fish, and then a bird. And she found a small, dead sparrow and tried it herself. This interest just continued to grow until one day, she commented on how she wanted the neighbor to die so she could look inside him. Mr. d'Tat couldn't take this, and so he took his son away. Joan's mother puts up with her, but starts breaking down whenever Joan asks if she can dissect a dead pet. Joan, despite her lack of empathy and tact, stops mentioning dissections around the house.
Her mom always takes her to the camp, as she really does need a break from Joan.
Picture: Heeeeeree's Joan!
Roleplay Sample: It was a day. Just...a day. A very boring day, really. Not very good at all. In fact, if Joan had to choose a word to describe this day, it would be....average.
Of course, that's what she tended to rate all days, as it was never the day that was interesting, it was the events that happened during that day. And boy was there something interesting.
Something was killing the bears.
Joan had no idea what, but she didn't care. There were dead bears littering the forest ground, and she wasn't about to let silly things like decomposers and flies get in the way of her dissecting. Of course, she would have to get water, to wash her hands, and clean her scalpel, and maybe some thread and needle since apparently people didn't like seeing bears in the woods with all their entrails outside in the open air...
...Joan's face hit a tree-branch and she fell over and hit her head. Looking more dazed than usual, the tall girl pushed herself up and realized that it was time for one of those class things. Something like that. The adults didn't like it when she didn't come. Especially the short one. But...but...dead bears...
Joan's mind quickly decided that dead bears were more important than silly psychic classes. It's not like she had many skills to hone anyways.
(Hope this be good.)
