~Dances With Irish Girls~
Group: Character Bio Team
Member No.: 5
Joined: 3-August 04
Your Name: Mike
Your Age: 16
How you found us...: Referred by the user Jean Grey.
Your Username BioHazardEX
SAMPLE RP POST:
Young Leena lay on the grass, having let hours passed here. “I’ve not seen a day more fair before.” She said, looking up to the white clouds and blue sky. “It’s a simply marvelous appearance to hold close to. I’ll not forget this day in all my nine lives.”
She ran her bloodstained fingers through the grass to her hips. She slid her hand up her side and over her abdomen, still looking to the tremendous azure. She rub up her chest and between her breast, caressing her neck. She tapped he chin, then place one finger to her lips. “So beautiful.” She said, not feeling the warm blood path down her body as it soaked into the ground and into her pores. “I’ll not forget.”
Name: Leena Amos
Code Name: Soma
Age: 26 years
Eyes: Brown, Silver whilst using powers
Ethnicity: Latino American
Personality: A loving figure who will stay with he extended family so long as they enjoy her presence. She is a mother figure to the rogues of the world, be they human or mutant with her sweet and gentle touch. She seeks nothing but to bring peace and happiness to those around her, whilst liberating them from stressful days. She sees no wrongdoing in this, but finds herself always in confrontation.
Description: A beautiful woman, she generally takes great steps every morning to look her best without over exalting herself. She has no scars to speak of and does not wish to gain any. She does however, have a colorful tattoo of a butterfly over her left shoulder blade. Her hair is normally kept up, though when relaxing she tends to let it down.
Normal day clothes: A white button up jacket and tan pants is what she normally wears out. She does have a pair of sneakers for traveling, but normally wears black heels, at least given when they wouldn’t kill her feet. She had a very dark pair of sunglasses that she likes to wear when out in the wilderness. For winter weather, she wears a white long-sleeved sweatshirt. Her pajamas are a grey light sweatpants and t-shirt. Her bathing suit is a black two-piece.
Training suit: None
Combat Suit: None
Relationships/family: All Deceased, both parents and any siblings killed in a plane crash over Russia.
Any contact between her skin and another immediately saps all emotion from the person. They become as relaxed as falling feather and incapable of aggressive or maudlin behavior.
Soma can create herself to be intangible. She can no longer be seen, heard, felt or touched. This allows her a complete stealth and the ability to phase through objects or energy. However, this is highly limited as she can only keep a perfected state of this for roughly five seconds. If she is less focus, she can hold a translucent state.
She has the ability to levitate close to fifteen feet for a period of twenty seconds. She does not have the ability to levitate other or objects. She can levitate a few inches off the ground for hours on end.
Though not a mutant ability, she has the natural knowledge of both modern medicine and medicinal herbs to aid the wounded and ailing.
She maintains a complete pacifist nature that prevents her from any aggressive nature towards another living being. She will not strike anyone for any cause and relies on other for self-defense.
Because she does not hold a job or permanent place of residence, she has a very tight budget that often involves begging or working for a meal.
Though she is not overtly stupid, she does wield a strong trust in close to everyone, taking for granted not everyone holds themselves to high moral standards. She is a second-chance type person who is forever willing to forgive no matter what the sin.
Do to her overall lack of compromise with the real world, she’ll not allow herself any corruption to get a head in the world, be it through theft, lying, or overall wrongdoings. Furthermore, she is impartial to truly making a stand between sides that she sees both as evil, except to perhaps try to aid, a few wounded or mend hostilities.
She’d been born into a wealthy family, though not explicitly rich they were. She did not spend much time with her family, as both mother and father were constantly traveling to countries seeking that business deal that would put them in the big leagues. Instead, she found herself being taken care of by their elderly nanny, who did her best to keep up with the young child with all of her experience. However, she was finally given the opportunity to fly with her family one day at the request of their servant James.
However, being unaccustomed to taking care of a child on their own, Leena was accidentally left in the airport by the two parents on the way to their Russian flight. Be it fate or chance, this incident did in fact save Leena’s life as a bomb exploded on play hardly an hour into the flight over the Russian wasteland. Leena was only six and unaware of exactly what had happen. She had been orphaned and lost to the world for eleven long years.
She made her days by the grace of a psychic woman who took her into her home after finding the child a few days after the death of her family. As the news spent a day pretending to lament the mysterious plane crash and the annihilation of a family, the world was allowed to turn without Leena.
Time passed until Leena was seventeen, and the woman who took care of her lie on her deathbed, the government soon to foreclose her home. With a parting kiss, Leena said goodbye to her second mother and sought to right previous wrongs. She used he resources of the internet to discover the fate of her family, how she was presumed dead, and the fortune James had made with their death, as without an heir to business, all right went to James, who promptly sold it off. Using her last bit of money to buy a bus ticket and a handgun, she made her way to the suite of James McCrea. With one pull of the trigger, that part of her life was behind her.
The actress in my signature for her is Michelle Rodriguez.
link to User characters CHARS
Tazendra: *she emerges from behind a large stone, with a cloud of smoke* "I am here..."
Khaavren: "The Horse! Are you injured?"
Tazendra: "Bah. It is nothing."
Khaavren: "How, nothing? You perceive, your face is blackened, much of your clothing burned and torn to the point where your modesty is compromised, and, if I am not deceived, there is smoke still curling from your left hand."
Tazendra: *shrugs, adjusts her clothing* "Well, it is not so bad as it looks."