Post by Mariah Fenton on Feb 22, 2013 2:39:38 GMT -5
Name: Mariah Fenton (Ai Ichigo)
School Attending: Spica
Age/ Year in School: 17/ Sixth Year
~ Appearance ~
Hair Color: jet black
Hairstyle: long and choppy, sometimes parted to resemble a side-cut
Eye Color: naturally dark brown, but is often seen with blood red contacts
Height: 5'9
What kind of clothes does your character wear when she's not in uniform? Anything red, black, or leather. Her style is a mix between classic punk-rock and visual kei. She is almost never seen without her favorite leather jacket (unless the weather is warm).
What Sports/activities is you character involved in? You may choose "none" or a maximum of three from the list below.
Equestrian Sports: Yes
Horse name: Bonnibel
Horse gender, breed and appearance: Female, Appaloosa, Snowy white coat with sprinkles of cocoa brown
Choir: Yes
Martial Arts: Yes
Is your character on the Student Council? -No
If yes, what does your character think of the student council president, Yasuko Matsui? Please answer this because if your character is on the student council, then she would know who Yasuko Matsui is and would have an opinion of her.
Please explain your character's personality in 200 words or more: Mariah is the definition of complex. To most people, she is rude, snarky, and just plain cruel. Her intense use of sarcasm and love of messing with people's heads often makes others wary of her. Her attitude has gotten her in trouble more times than she cares to remember. She has an odd sense of humor, taking much pleasure in playing tricks and mind games. She can be very irritable at times, especially if she's gone for long periods of time without a cigarette. She's extremely outspoken and doesn't like to abide by the rules. She has no problem telling people off, nor is she afraid of confrontation (be it verbal or physical). Despite this, she is actually very kind once you get past her rough exterior. She may be intimidating, but she's not as big of a bully as people like to think. She's more than willing to defend the people she cares for, and will stop at nothing to make sure they are happy and safe. She is also a secret lover of cuddling. In all reality, she's a teddy bear at heart. This is often shown when she's near someone she loves dearly, particularly if that person is her significant other. She speaks fluent Italian, and tends to switch off between languages without fully realizing it.
What does your character think of the Etoile position as a whole? She thinks the whole idea is just another way of glorifying the popular crowd.
Does your character want to be an Etoile someday? In her words, she'd "rather lick rancid mayonnaise off a cactus" than participate in such a competition.
What does your character think of Sado Kagami and Kitsuki Sha, the current etoiles? She doesn't think much of Sado, as girls like her don't particularly peak her interest. Kitsuki, however, she finds rather intriguing. She adores the girl's cuteness (she's a sucker for cute girls), but also thinks it would be quite fun to mess with her innocent mind.
What does your character think of the other schools? She doesn't put much stock into the rivalry between Spica and Miator. She envies Miator's uniform, though, because it is black and she is forced to wear Spica's white one. Lulim is probably her favorite of the three, if only because many of its students are absolutely adorable (especially in the uniform).
~History~
History before Astraea Hill: Mariah was the child of an alcoholic mother and a verbally abusive father. Growing up, her mother was more than often too intoxicated to care for her, and her father made himself scarce as much as he could. Being the only child, Mariah was essentially left to raise herself. And she did. She was somewhat successful in school, though she had to be disciplined constantly for being mean to the other kids. It wasn't until she turned 13 that things started to go downhill. Her father left them, leaving Mariah to care for her disoriented mother. Mariah resented him deeply for this, and slowly but surely began to rebel. At the age of 14, she began smoking cigarettes. Soon after, she became deeply involved in illegal drug abuse. She was willing to do anything to numb the pain in her heart. This continued for a little over two years before a concerned family member finally forced her to check into a rehab center. She managed to clean herself up shortly before her 17th birthday (though she continues to smoke cigarettes), and that was when things began to shift. She moved in with the family member who had helped her get clean, and was soon after sent to Astraea Hill to finish her last year of school.
(Below are the sections for your character's history during her time on Astraea Hill. If you are joining as a first year, you do not have to fill out the sections below until the end of the year. If you are joining as any other year please make up a history for any years before her current year, even if she was attending another campus. If you have already played your character here on SPRP for a year or more (in rp time), please add any events you role played to the appropriate history section. Any years you have not yet played, you may leave blank, but you will fill them out when your character reaches that year in school.
First Year: Attending a different school; She had yet to begin her rebellious stage, and was still doing very well in her classes. Not much happened this year.
Second Year: Attending a different school; This was the year things started to go bad. When her father left, she began to rebel. Her grades slowly declined, and her record for getting in trouble in school skyrocketed.
Third Year: Attending a different school; This was the year her narcotic addiction began. School was no longer of importance. She ditched classes constantly in favor of getting high with her friends. Things were not going well.
Fourth Year: Attending a different school; Still abusing narcotics, now more than ever. Grades plummeted into the toilet. School was entirely off her radar.
Fifth Year: Attending a different school; Finally cleaned herself up, though to do so meant spending a great deal of the school year in rehab. Her grades began to return to what they had once been, though her personality had changed quite a bit.
Sixth Year: N/A
Sample Post:
'I'm not crazy.' Blood red eyes glared fiercely at their reflection in the dusty mirror. 'My mind marches to its own twisted beat.' She was livid now, nearly bursting at the seam with unexpressed emotion. The remnants of rationality floated aimlessly amidst a sea of paranoia, lost in the murky whirlpool. She couldn't think straight. She couldn't breathe. Each breath felt like tiny knives slicing through her lungs. Every day, she felt them watching. The demons that tortured her so. Their eyes burned holes in the depths of her soul. They never blinked. They'd never leave. The thought alone was enough to make her skin crawl. At first, she couldn't stand it. The constant feeling that she was being watched made her want to crawl under a rock and die. She didn't like being watched by people in general, let alone these beings no one else could see. It was absolutely torturous. But after awhile, she grew to embrace them. She numbed herself almost entirely, and let them run rampant. There wasn't much else she could do, after all. It started with just one. He was small at first, like the shadow of a child against the side of a skyscraper. His stature made him easy to ignore. But, of course, he didn't stay that way. He got bigger. Much bigger. He towered over her now, casting a blanket of darkness that enveloped her soul. In one hand, he held the key to her heart. In the other, he held her happiness. That was the first thing he took. He told her she didn't deserve it. And she believed him. She really did. Her fist slammed into the mirror, sending shattered glass flying to the wooden floor. Blood dripped from the tiny cuts that decorated her trembling hand. Images of her father flashed through her rage-stricken mind. Her drunken mother's worried calls fell on deaf ears. She clutched at the smooth surface of the vanity, her knuckles white. 'I'm...not...crazy...'
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School Attending: Spica
Age/ Year in School: 17/ Sixth Year
~ Appearance ~
Hair Color: jet black
Hairstyle: long and choppy, sometimes parted to resemble a side-cut
Eye Color: naturally dark brown, but is often seen with blood red contacts
Height: 5'9
What kind of clothes does your character wear when she's not in uniform? Anything red, black, or leather. Her style is a mix between classic punk-rock and visual kei. She is almost never seen without her favorite leather jacket (unless the weather is warm).
What Sports/activities is you character involved in? You may choose "none" or a maximum of three from the list below.
Equestrian Sports: Yes
Horse name: Bonnibel
Horse gender, breed and appearance: Female, Appaloosa, Snowy white coat with sprinkles of cocoa brown
Choir: Yes
Martial Arts: Yes
Is your character on the Student Council? -No
If yes, what does your character think of the student council president, Yasuko Matsui? Please answer this because if your character is on the student council, then she would know who Yasuko Matsui is and would have an opinion of her.
Please explain your character's personality in 200 words or more: Mariah is the definition of complex. To most people, she is rude, snarky, and just plain cruel. Her intense use of sarcasm and love of messing with people's heads often makes others wary of her. Her attitude has gotten her in trouble more times than she cares to remember. She has an odd sense of humor, taking much pleasure in playing tricks and mind games. She can be very irritable at times, especially if she's gone for long periods of time without a cigarette. She's extremely outspoken and doesn't like to abide by the rules. She has no problem telling people off, nor is she afraid of confrontation (be it verbal or physical). Despite this, she is actually very kind once you get past her rough exterior. She may be intimidating, but she's not as big of a bully as people like to think. She's more than willing to defend the people she cares for, and will stop at nothing to make sure they are happy and safe. She is also a secret lover of cuddling. In all reality, she's a teddy bear at heart. This is often shown when she's near someone she loves dearly, particularly if that person is her significant other. She speaks fluent Italian, and tends to switch off between languages without fully realizing it.
What does your character think of the Etoile position as a whole? She thinks the whole idea is just another way of glorifying the popular crowd.
Does your character want to be an Etoile someday? In her words, she'd "rather lick rancid mayonnaise off a cactus" than participate in such a competition.
What does your character think of Sado Kagami and Kitsuki Sha, the current etoiles? She doesn't think much of Sado, as girls like her don't particularly peak her interest. Kitsuki, however, she finds rather intriguing. She adores the girl's cuteness (she's a sucker for cute girls), but also thinks it would be quite fun to mess with her innocent mind.
What does your character think of the other schools? She doesn't put much stock into the rivalry between Spica and Miator. She envies Miator's uniform, though, because it is black and she is forced to wear Spica's white one. Lulim is probably her favorite of the three, if only because many of its students are absolutely adorable (especially in the uniform).
~History~
History before Astraea Hill: Mariah was the child of an alcoholic mother and a verbally abusive father. Growing up, her mother was more than often too intoxicated to care for her, and her father made himself scarce as much as he could. Being the only child, Mariah was essentially left to raise herself. And she did. She was somewhat successful in school, though she had to be disciplined constantly for being mean to the other kids. It wasn't until she turned 13 that things started to go downhill. Her father left them, leaving Mariah to care for her disoriented mother. Mariah resented him deeply for this, and slowly but surely began to rebel. At the age of 14, she began smoking cigarettes. Soon after, she became deeply involved in illegal drug abuse. She was willing to do anything to numb the pain in her heart. This continued for a little over two years before a concerned family member finally forced her to check into a rehab center. She managed to clean herself up shortly before her 17th birthday (though she continues to smoke cigarettes), and that was when things began to shift. She moved in with the family member who had helped her get clean, and was soon after sent to Astraea Hill to finish her last year of school.
(Below are the sections for your character's history during her time on Astraea Hill. If you are joining as a first year, you do not have to fill out the sections below until the end of the year. If you are joining as any other year please make up a history for any years before her current year, even if she was attending another campus. If you have already played your character here on SPRP for a year or more (in rp time), please add any events you role played to the appropriate history section. Any years you have not yet played, you may leave blank, but you will fill them out when your character reaches that year in school.
First Year: Attending a different school; She had yet to begin her rebellious stage, and was still doing very well in her classes. Not much happened this year.
Second Year: Attending a different school; This was the year things started to go bad. When her father left, she began to rebel. Her grades slowly declined, and her record for getting in trouble in school skyrocketed.
Third Year: Attending a different school; This was the year her narcotic addiction began. School was no longer of importance. She ditched classes constantly in favor of getting high with her friends. Things were not going well.
Fourth Year: Attending a different school; Still abusing narcotics, now more than ever. Grades plummeted into the toilet. School was entirely off her radar.
Fifth Year: Attending a different school; Finally cleaned herself up, though to do so meant spending a great deal of the school year in rehab. Her grades began to return to what they had once been, though her personality had changed quite a bit.
Sixth Year: N/A
Sample Post:
'I'm not crazy.' Blood red eyes glared fiercely at their reflection in the dusty mirror. 'My mind marches to its own twisted beat.' She was livid now, nearly bursting at the seam with unexpressed emotion. The remnants of rationality floated aimlessly amidst a sea of paranoia, lost in the murky whirlpool. She couldn't think straight. She couldn't breathe. Each breath felt like tiny knives slicing through her lungs. Every day, she felt them watching. The demons that tortured her so. Their eyes burned holes in the depths of her soul. They never blinked. They'd never leave. The thought alone was enough to make her skin crawl. At first, she couldn't stand it. The constant feeling that she was being watched made her want to crawl under a rock and die. She didn't like being watched by people in general, let alone these beings no one else could see. It was absolutely torturous. But after awhile, she grew to embrace them. She numbed herself almost entirely, and let them run rampant. There wasn't much else she could do, after all. It started with just one. He was small at first, like the shadow of a child against the side of a skyscraper. His stature made him easy to ignore. But, of course, he didn't stay that way. He got bigger. Much bigger. He towered over her now, casting a blanket of darkness that enveloped her soul. In one hand, he held the key to her heart. In the other, he held her happiness. That was the first thing he took. He told her she didn't deserve it. And she believed him. She really did. Her fist slammed into the mirror, sending shattered glass flying to the wooden floor. Blood dripped from the tiny cuts that decorated her trembling hand. Images of her father flashed through her rage-stricken mind. Her drunken mother's worried calls fell on deaf ears. She clutched at the smooth surface of the vanity, her knuckles white. 'I'm...not...crazy...'
How did you find our website? Emiko Nekokuran here <3
