Post by Zeyla Primrose on Mar 1, 2009 22:24:36 GMT -6
General Information
Name: Zeyla Primrose
Nickname(s)?: none
Alias(es)?: none
Hometown: Esthar City, Esthar
Age: 14
Immediate Family: Amergin Primrose
Occupation: Mercenary in Training (student)
Identifying Features
Height: 5’3
Weight: 116lbs
Hair Color: crimson red, fiery looking
Eye Color: Amber, almost orang-ish
Special Features: a visible mole on her right cheek. Too young to get anything else.
Appearance: Zeyla is very lanky and bony. She’s short, and thin, thus making her an easy victim to many strikes and attacks from other’s. She has high cheek bones and the facial features to look almost like two different people at the same time. On one side, the innocence of youth still rides around her eyes and makes her look rather feeble and an easy target, on the other side, she has a temperment when she bares her lips that looks like she could pop your neck at any second. Her cheeks have primrose coloring (most likely the reason her family has this last name. It’s a trait that runs in her family) Her lips are thin and somewhat unattractive compared to other’s lips. Her lacks plump.
Her body is rather lanky. She’s fourteen and hasn’t fully developed in her figure just yet so everything is flat. From her breasts, to her booty. She is naturally thin and petite, with naturally long legs, which help during battle. She typically can be seen sporting an outfit with stockings and boots, fishnets of course, along with an arraignment of costume from the color of lilac, to crimson, she dressed to tease in a way, but also to let people know she means business. (crimson meaning she’s out for blood). Her arms too are lanky just like her body. Though she looks to be a small package, she’s a fireball, and thanks to the highly technological means of her city, she comes with strategy and brain power to almost outforce any competition.
Combat Abilities and Special Skills
Weapon(s): A serrated sword, with one sharp point at the end.
Guardian Force: Siren (given by CJ)
Combat Style: Fast and quick, with crazy jabs using her sword. She likes to use some magic, but not a lot as she’d rather be in on the action. Thanks to her long legs she can also alter kicks into her variations to gain maximal damage
Limit Break: Universal Insight: Bringing along her technological ways, Zeyla opens her computer to translate data to a sattelite above the continent. This sattelite initially shoots a laser into a meteor, and pieces of it break off crashing down into the atmosphere gaining fire energy along it‘s course, just before crashing into her enemies, applying fire damage to her enemies.
Other: none that comes to mind.
The Psyche and The Past
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Personality:
Zeyla is very unique in her ways. Not only from her hair (though everyone in our little fantasy world seems to have that problem), but in her attitude. Though in a way she’s your typical fourteen year old girl. Loves to chat and run her mouth about things that are sometimes untrue. Loves to stir up stories and drama, but at the same time is very dedicated to her studies though she hates studying half the time. She can be witty, and smart, but at the same time she can be a drifter and in her own world. The bounds of youth have not yet left her young soul, but at the same time, she lives in a world where you have to grow up fast. As a citizen of Esthar, she’s become highly technological, and this affects her personality, from the words she speaks, to the way she carries herself. You will see her no where without her keys to her ship (that she can’t even fly), or without some form of electronic radio attached to her ear, along with her cellular phone, and other fine assorted elements of technology.
Zeyla, tries to act grown up around people who are older, especially boys that she finds herself having a small little crush upon.(typically her trainers, or professors, as she likes older boys, not boys her age). Zeyla’s dreams lift her high and give her the ability to walk around with her head held up even when other’s are looking down at her (because of her height) she’s a big person wrapped in a small package and has the heart and wit of a warrior. She has the drive to succeed and shows that in her demeanor, as she will not allow anyone to talk down to her as if they are better. Even at her age, she has a smart mouth and fairly amble tongue, but usually keeps it hidden around olders (like many kids do)
Though Zeyla tries her best to act tough, she’s really like any other fourteen year old. Going through so many changes, that she’s not quite sure where to start or what to do with the rest of her life, or even if she’s on the right track. She usually goes out to the garden as it pleases her, with the flowers and other fine assortments such as the sea, and getting natural aroma therapy, through scents.
History:
Zeyla was born in the Technological Super Continent of Esthar, as a child she was raised in the ways of technology. Flying ships, cars, radios, and even televisions were never something strange to her. She lived in a morphed world of super bubbles and flying ships and enjoyed every minute of it. In a way her world was like Zenon’s only she wasn’t part of a cheesy Disney flick, nor did she call her home the “Space-Stay” instead hers was just naturally home. It was real, it wasn’t fantasy, and she liked it. As a young child she grew to love both her parents. Amergin and Cecilia Primrose, were both very smart and agile. Her dad the smarter of the two, her mom the more athletic, outgoing, and tough. (Her mother was a SeeD after all)
During the battle with Edea (who was under control by Ultimecia’s power at the time) Zeyla’s mother was killed, leaving not only Zeyla, but her father devastated. She and her father, spent most of the war, hidden beneath the invisible wall, as they focused more on technology then they did love and compassion. When someone would chastise her mother for not staying, she would grow very angry, and simply show off some of the moves she learned now. Especially in youthful adolescence, she’d gotten in trouble with many of her teachers and her headmaster of her primary school. Initially, getting, they consulted her father and the best discipline was militia training.
Though, Zeyla had always wanted to train to be a SeeD. Her father considered the move too risky and decided instead to home school her, until she was almost old enough for SeeD training (age fourteen) Until initially, in her teenager way, she made him want to send her away, and with regret Amergin sent her to Balamb Garden, where Zeyla currently resides as a student.
The Audition
Sample Post:
Slipping off into her day dream of skys and the clouds above. Zeyla drifted into a fantasy, where men of her liking troppled around on the beach in their swimming trunks and life was peaceful. The sun, the wind through her hair, no fighting, and her mother and father were still there. Sitting along side her as she watched the boys run up and down the beach. The sun just lightly going down, her one piece tight across her body, and of course, she has boobs. What a dream world that would be. The sudden sound of metal clashing in front of her however, made this dream impossible to see. Instead, she set here, dismally on a cement wall over looking the north end of the garden, the sweet pea and water lily's giving her fresh scents like ginger root to soup. She had been doing her own variation of meditation, mixed with aroma therapy only to have those stupid boys interrupt her. She glared in their direction. Eyes of Amber now ablazed like flames as she scourged to burn them with her visions of heat ray, though she didn't exactly have one of those. She could always dream though.
The sea blown missed from the surrounding sea, gave the air that salty twirl as the two boys battled against one another, almost knocking each other into the set of beautiful flowers before a piercing scream echoed from teh fourteen year old pipes, a sound not so pretty, from the perky and somewhat ungrown voice. Coming out like a tune sang at a broadway show.
"STOP!!!"
The two swords declined as midnight blue hair, mixed with black lining turned in her direction. Both boys turned, looking almost identical, twins, wouldn't you guess that it'd be two dismally identical individuals battling over who was the better of each. Zeyla glared down at them as she stood amongst the wall, her mere five foot two inches looking much larger then before.
"Don't go near those flowers with your petty, untrained angst. Practice somewhere else. Bozos!"
Name calling. Had always been on of her stronger suits she thought, as she stared down at the two boys who didn't look too inferior to her, but looked like they should be the one's up on that wall, not the other way around. She didn't budge from this position though, never one to feel belittled by her size, nor one to feel like their swords worked any better then hers. She could almost invision herself hopping from this wall with a somersault of some kind and bashing their heads together, see how they'd like that for starters.
"Make us." One little boy called detesting her. She simply rolled her neck, grabbing out her phone, giving a gleaming grin.
"OH HEADMASTER CID. I have him on speed dial you know."
With that the two boys wanted to test her again, but she'd already begun to open the phone, getting them to eagerly creep away. She'd never call that old hack in case, Edea had picked up. She'd cringe to hear her mother's killer on the line. She managed to stay away from all of that. Being here was bad enough she presumed. having to deal with childish little boys. Who obviously knew nothing about flowers.
General Rules Password:
Tabby forgot CJ!
The Player
Mun:Meggie
Age:19 (twenty in two days YAY!)
Timezone: Eastern
Screen name:meggamania (you already have it)
application made by mercedes watson of RPG-Underground.
Keep this little tag waaaay at the bottom of the app and no one gets hurt. Further Editing Done By King CJ and the lovely Tabby
