The King
The Adviser
Marko
Ash
Lost Heir
Post by MAX CADENCE on Jan 26, 2013 21:40:46 GMT -6
MAXINE ROXANNE CADENCE
" on the wings of darkness she'll retaliate " [/font][/size][/center]
you'll burn this time
[/color] SEEING THE VIOLENCE[/font][/center]
NAME→ maxine roxanne cadence.
AGE→ eighteen.
GENDER→ quite female.
SEXUALITY→ demisexual.
BIRTHDAY→ april twenty-first.
CLASS→ condemned.
ALIAS→ supernova.
OCCUPATION→ she's highly trained in the arts of thievery.
ALIGNMENT→ chaotic, neutral.
CANON/OC→ oc.
it's speeding my mind
[/color]NO ONE IS SAVING YOU[/font][/center]
EYES→ general in shape and size, bluish green in color.
HAIR→ very, very long. not particularly oily. again, bluish green in color.
SKIN/FUR/SCALES→ slightly tanned skin from time spent outdoors.
WEIGHT→ skinny and easy to break. only she will flip you like a pancake if oyu try.
HEIGHT→ a little shorter than average, though not too noticable.
PLAY-BY→ VOCALOID, hatsune miku.
GENERAL→ blue-haired female with blue eyes and monochrome clothing.
ATTIRE→
Attire, attire, attire. Well, let me start off by saying that you've probably seen little Ms. Cadence's face claim, Miku Hatsune, somewhere at some point in time in your life, even if you haven't recognized her or been able to point her out by name. If you haven't, well - you're living under a larger rock than I, myself, am. And, let me tell you. That rock's as big as the state of Mississippi. If you have any idea of who I'm talking about, jumping at the name Hatsune or even just a vague recognition, you're already halfway there to having a good mental image of who we're talking about here. Of course, even if you do, I'm still going to have to write about it in order to inform those of you who haven't the foggiest of who I'm talking about. So let's get this out of the way, shall we? This is hardly the most important part of the app and I have things that need to be done before the end of the day.
Alright, here we go. Let's start off with this. For the shirt, it's a simple sleeveless, button up with a a collar that folds down, gray in color. The bottoms, the wholes for the arms, and the end of the lapels are all dotted quite nicely with teal-bluish frills. There's a pocket on the left side of her chest - though, she rarely ever uses it - and a blue colors rectangle on the corner of her left lapel. Just there for show, I suppose. Around her next is a blue-colored tie with two black clips on it. Poking out from underneath the left side of her shirt is a sort of triangle patterned belt thingy. I don't even know what you'd call it. Oh, yeah, it's blue. With darker blue triangles. Yeah. She wears detached sleeves that start midway up her... upper arm? o__o I don't know. They're black, rimmed with more blue at the top and bottom, with LED lighting to make them look... I don't even know, fanciful? She wears a short mini-skirt like thing, as ruffly as those school girl uniforms you see in anime that's mostly black save for a blue strip that dominates the bottom. She wears boots with a tiny bit of a heel that are generally black with a streak of blue at the top and blue soles. If one is to look carefully in addition, they can see what looks like piano keys on either boot. In her hair, she wears square-shaped, red and black hair clips and always makes sure to have a microphone thingy or whatever in her hair. You could sort of say, however, that this is her more... typical attire. Like most condemned - or Magical Girls as they were once called - she takes on a different sort of outfit when challenging witches and sometimes even other condemned. While it is by no means a complete change up, there are some prominent differences. For starters, the pale gray shirt she wears tones down a few shades into more of a charcoal color than anything, sleeveless ends also extending into long short-sleeves that reach just above her elbow. Stripes poking out of her lapels and atop each shoulder reach down said sleeves, as bluish green as anything else you'll see her wearing. On her left sleeve, there's also some sort of bluish... band thing - not exactly sure what it's called - with one black stripe across the top and another down the bottom. Clipped to her triangle belt loopy thing is another skinnier belt that wraps around her frame, reaching up to her shoulder and folding back down. She wears shorter black boots with what appear to be really, really high black socks and a pair of teal colored gloves. So... There ya' go.
how can you find
[/color]A HEAVEN IN THIS HELL?[/font][/center]
LIKES→
☆ following the plan.
☆ pranking.
☆ jazz music.
☆ violent, typically gorey films.
☆ comic books.
DISLIKES→
☆ formal attire.
☆ loud noises.
☆ hypocrits.
☆ public restrooms.
☆ children.
STRENGTHS→
☆ courageous.
☆ decisive.
☆ determined.
☆ endures.
☆ flexible.
☆ focused.
☆ hard-working.
☆ perfects.
☆ responsive.
☆ self-reliant.
☆ social independence.
☆ systematic.
☆ alert.
☆ constructive.
☆ deliberative.
FLAWS→
☆ rebellious.
☆ self-satisfied.
☆ guarded.
☆ inconsiderate.
☆ impolite.
☆ indifferent.
☆ spiteful.
☆ authoritarian.
☆ selfish.
☆ unappreciative.
☆ conceited.
☆ covetous.
☆ immature.
☆ trivial.
☆ mistrusting.
QUIRKS/HABITS→
PHOBIAS→
☆ doing something she cannot pay for.
☆ small spaces.
☆ the paranormal.
GOALS→
☆ be the longest living condenmed in history.
☆ serve justice where it is due.
☆ open her own music shop.
PERSONALITY→
Let's just get this out of the way. Not in a good mood and writing bundles of nonsense within a condensed amount of time probably isn't going to help much, especially with such a positive character. So. Yeah. Courage is a trait commonly found in people. Or, at least, it what people strive for or fool themselves into believing. And, while one may see this trait slapped onto a wide variety of characters - some of which aren't entirely deserving of it - Max certainly lives up to the name. Er, "courage", that is, not Max. Throwing herself head first into the fray without a doubt or second thought? Pfft, not a problem for this female. They don't call her a magical girl for nothing; easy as they make it seem, challenging and destroying witches is by no means an easy task, much less one that can be done with little to no fear. Does this sometimes get her into sticky situations? Well, sure, as one can guess, but we'll get to how she can slip out of those with ease. Next, we find she's rather desisive. Not one to take more than five minutes to come up with a life or death conclusion, she can usually come up with a choice in a matter of seconds to minutes, rarely going back on that desision also due to a lot of pride. She comes with a plan fast and sticks with it until the very end, in other words. No waffling around the question, prolonging answers, or nail bitting suspense to be found in this young woman's general area, no sirry. Moving along, she's also rather determined, going right along side, hand in hand with that pride factor that sprung up earlier. Remember it? Dang skippy you do. Again, once she's made up her mind, she's set on it. Pretty determined, if I do say so myself. *mind crushed to death* Basically, when she has something she has to do, she'll stick with it to the end and won't back down until it's done... or she ends up dieing in the process. Determination is just second nature for her. Not really sure what else to say here, honestly. Um... Okay, as you'll learn later in her history - if I ever get to it, that is - you'll find that she's been through some interesting trials of the mind and body. These have led her to be one heck of a perserverer, enduring nearly everything thrown her way and not easing up on the pressure until there's no more pressure to give. And, even in that scenario, she'll still try until her final breath. Whether it be that darn pride again making it virtually impossible for her to relent unless she commit suicide afterward or just the fact that she's been through too much junk already to let something else drag her to her knees and the pits of the underworld, we may never know. Really, it depends on the occations regarding which one it is, if not some magical combination of the two. You can shoot her in the arm, throw as many verbal barbs at her as you want, or fill her mind with seeds of doubt, but she almost always manages to find the light at the end of the tunnel in the end. This particular trait has also helped her immensely in times when her soul gem has begun to cloud. And, while this by no means means that she has some power that will allow her to live longer than the other condemned, it just means that sheer willpower has gotten her out of a heap of pickles having to deal with overwhelming greif in the past and promises to do something of the sort in the future. Only helps to elevate her goal of becoming the longest living Magical Girl out there. Maxine R. Cadence - don't use her full name around her or she will likely attack you - can also be classified as flexible. Le gasp! Le horror! How can this be? Someone as seemingly stone hard and arrogant as she being anything other than stubborn? While this may seem a little contridicting in some ways, just go with it due to the fact that I said so. Really, if things don't go according to plan, give her five seconds to rage and she'll come up with a new one. Someone butting in on her decisions and whatnot? Again, the flexibility clause comes in and keeps her from attacking them and allows her to adjust her course of actions accordingly. It really comes in handy in tight situations when immediate change is required, though her overwhelming ego kind of takes an arrow to the knee as a result later. But that's later; she likes to focus on the there and then. Anyway, we move on to a trait that her creator, Leap, does not seem to have. Can you guess what it is? You got it! The ability to focus! Unlike me who's running all over the computer world in seconds, not being at all able to write anything for more than... What am I doing here? Drooling over Silver again, or - Oh right! Yeah. This teal-haired, fine young lady doesn't have this problem. Being able to focus is a wonderful virture that she can most certainly take pride in. Really,
leave it behind
[/color]HEARING YOUR SILENCE[/font][/center]
MOTHER→ josephine cadence. deceased.
FATHER: birch cadence. deceased.
SIBLINGS→ n/a.
OTHER→ had a good friend named josh, though his wearabouts are unknown.
FAMILIAR/PET→ she had a pet caterpillar. it died.
PLACE OF BIRTH→ unnamed village of thieves.
CURRENT RESIDENCE→ i don't know, some place.
WEAPONRY→
Mechanism→ Please put it[ them ] and what personality[ ies ] it[ they ] contain[ s ] IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS A MECHANISM
What you character has, what it does, and your character's experience with it.
May be a list with summary description or detailed paragraphs, if paragraph please highlight the weapons.
Please tell location of weapons, on user.
POWERS/Talents#8594;
What your character has, what it does, and your character's experience with it
May be a list with summary description or detailed paragraphs, if paragraph please highlight the powers/abilities.
You are only allowed to have 2 starting powers; 3 starting talents.
The difference? Powers are more abnormal, talents are everyday Psychics {power} vs awesome painter {talent}
Need help deciding which is which pm or contact a staff member.
HISTORY→
Three paragraphs, or Ten bullet points.
it screams our goodbye
[/color]CANNOT BELIEVE IT'S AN EYE FOR AN EYE[/font][/center]
OOC NAME:
AGE: infinate. ... fourteen?
EXPERIENCE ... i've been roleplaying for a few years.
MEMBER TITLE: smooth criminal.
RP EXAMPLE:
Normally, these were just the kind of outtings that someone in his position would have been advised to avoid.
Of course, that was precisely why he had intended to tag along for the bumpy ride that was certain to come of his decision.
It was all very simple, really - these dark events where innocent trainer was either forced to fight against another innocent trainer or a very not-so-innocent trainer would give him a better look into what really went on in the organization. Anything he could use against Nymah, this replacement leader, and every other member of the team would be one giant step - no, leap was a better word - in the direction of the organization's downfall. Whatever weakness he could pinpoint while everyone's guards were down would help out greatly in the long run. However, there was one major flaw in this idea.
These people lied as much, if not more than they spoke the truth. Ther poker faces were practically the expression they wore out of habit. Even if their guards were down, getting any info just from trying to read the people around him might have been easier said than done. And who was to say that they would let down those protective sheilds that blocked their emotions and thoughts? Perhaps people were more focused on looking tough in front of the others than watching any battles that my have been partaking right before their very eyes.
Ah, yes. That was right.
This "event" was a tournament of some sort to pic out strong trainers from the weak, convincing the strong to join their ranks and snatching Pocket Monsters from the unsuspecting. Who had come up with this idea? Surely not the woman Lorelei who was taking Nymah's position as leader in the blonde's absense - that woman had just arrived at base no sooner or later than a week in advance and hardly seemed like the type to come up with such ideas as these. Granted, he did not know her well, but leading an organiztion was most likely something she did not excell in.
Well, that was all beside the point. Garett had first heard of the tournament being held deep within the sewer systems beneath the city of Veherna was he was spending a bit of time within said city. It was a place that disgusted him - filth, darkness, and criminals, filthy criminals everywhere - but it was the closest populated area to the Team Imum headquarters and, when he needed supplies, it was easier to head their instead of to the next town over. Perhaps he wasn't supposed to have learned about the event - after all, wouldn't some of the higher ups back at home have warned him if he were ment to? - but he managed to catch word by listening in on a pretty nasty looking group's conversation.
It was at this moment that he decided to join in on this in order to, hopefully, get an edge on his own teammates when the time for battle arrived.
No one seemed to notice his presence as he slipped into the crowd of Team Imum grunts. After all, he was one of them. Higher in status than the grunts, but one of them none the less. The trip through the sewers disgusted him almost as much as the city above, a wretched smell flooding his nose and causing him to hold back the womit that threatened to escape the confines of his closed mouth. Due to narrow hallways, he was costantly bumping into others which earned him a fair share of glares and nearly sent him into the murky water that lapped hungrily at his brown boots. Personally, he'd rather recieve death glares than be tossed into the tide.
The time between entering the terrible place and arriving at the battle feild was much to long for his taste. However, when his blue eyes fell onto the white marble and a fresh scent hit his nose, the tiniest of sighs escaped his mouth, filled to the brim with relief at the site of something other than grime and filth. The Team Imum members scattered at this point in time and, unsure of where he was to be headed, the green clothed man did what he did best - blended into the background. They had to await the arrival of the trainers that would be participating in the tournament and, until then, he had all the time in the world to ponder his next actions.
All this silence is getting to me, though... he noted in silence, eyes raking over the area and strands of blond hair falling in his face. With a grunt - it was more out of amusement than anger, but anyone else would have seen it otherwise - he swept his long bangs to left and told himself that he needed a haircut. I'm going to start looking like a girl if I'm not careful... Wouldn't want anyone mistaking me fore a female, now, would I? These were words he would never utter aloud. Not in this crowd, anyway. The ton was much to light for the character he slipped into in order to fool his fellow organization members.
I'm tired of this act. I wish that I could just, you know, impale Nymah or something and get it over with. This was just a frivolous fantasy, of course; did one honestly believe that the man could simply waltz up to his leader and stab her with his sword? Maybe, if it had been someone other than Ny, he would have been able to. But the woman was a genius - anything he would be able to throw at her then, she'd redirect with her mind and leave him off worse than he was in the first place. No, he needed something to use against her, and it certainly wasn't a sword in the chest.
What's your weakness, Nymah? How do I get you out of the picture without being attacked by swarms of grunts or getting killed in the process? His blue eyes landed on the dark-haired woman in charge of operations. Lorelei, right? Yes, that was it. He'd have to get used to this one, too. The leader he'd grown used to would probably be gone for some time which meant that he'd have to get rid of the icy eyed wonder without anyone noticing. Seems simple enough, he thought with an inward snort. Not like she's ever at base, anyway.
But, with a new, temporary leader came new, not-so-temporary problems. He at least had a general idea of what Nymah was like, but this long-haired wonder was a different matter entirely. However, before he could think about it anymore, footsteps resounded in his ears and he found himself more alone than before. Suddenly, unfamiliar figures were swarming around him and his fellow grunts were no where to be found. Oh, no, wait. There they were. Gathering by the exits in order to cut them off in order to make sure no one tried to escape their fate. Flustered by the fact that he'd fallen behind due to his self induced trance, the sword and sheild-weilding trainer took his place next to, well, the first person he could.
His interest was quickly lost in Lorelei's words - it wasn't like he was going to be fighting at all, right? - and, instead, were focused on the shorter grunt beside him. Why was he so short? Were people growing shorter as the generations - oh, wait. Nevermind. It appeared as though this person what far younger. Well, not far younger. Sixteen? Seventeen? Eighteen? That was, what... Hold on, gotta count... Two... Four... Six or eight years younger than I am? And I thought I was pretty young in comparison to all these old farts that make up this organization...
Of course, that was precisely why he had intended to tag along for the bumpy ride that was certain to come of his decision.
It was all very simple, really - these dark events where innocent trainer was either forced to fight against another innocent trainer or a very not-so-innocent trainer would give him a better look into what really went on in the organization. Anything he could use against Nymah, this replacement leader, and every other member of the team would be one giant step - no, leap was a better word - in the direction of the organization's downfall. Whatever weakness he could pinpoint while everyone's guards were down would help out greatly in the long run. However, there was one major flaw in this idea.
These people lied as much, if not more than they spoke the truth. Ther poker faces were practically the expression they wore out of habit. Even if their guards were down, getting any info just from trying to read the people around him might have been easier said than done. And who was to say that they would let down those protective sheilds that blocked their emotions and thoughts? Perhaps people were more focused on looking tough in front of the others than watching any battles that my have been partaking right before their very eyes.
Ah, yes. That was right.
This "event" was a tournament of some sort to pic out strong trainers from the weak, convincing the strong to join their ranks and snatching Pocket Monsters from the unsuspecting. Who had come up with this idea? Surely not the woman Lorelei who was taking Nymah's position as leader in the blonde's absense - that woman had just arrived at base no sooner or later than a week in advance and hardly seemed like the type to come up with such ideas as these. Granted, he did not know her well, but leading an organiztion was most likely something she did not excell in.
Well, that was all beside the point. Garett had first heard of the tournament being held deep within the sewer systems beneath the city of Veherna was he was spending a bit of time within said city. It was a place that disgusted him - filth, darkness, and criminals, filthy criminals everywhere - but it was the closest populated area to the Team Imum headquarters and, when he needed supplies, it was easier to head their instead of to the next town over. Perhaps he wasn't supposed to have learned about the event - after all, wouldn't some of the higher ups back at home have warned him if he were ment to? - but he managed to catch word by listening in on a pretty nasty looking group's conversation.
It was at this moment that he decided to join in on this in order to, hopefully, get an edge on his own teammates when the time for battle arrived.
No one seemed to notice his presence as he slipped into the crowd of Team Imum grunts. After all, he was one of them. Higher in status than the grunts, but one of them none the less. The trip through the sewers disgusted him almost as much as the city above, a wretched smell flooding his nose and causing him to hold back the womit that threatened to escape the confines of his closed mouth. Due to narrow hallways, he was costantly bumping into others which earned him a fair share of glares and nearly sent him into the murky water that lapped hungrily at his brown boots. Personally, he'd rather recieve death glares than be tossed into the tide.
The time between entering the terrible place and arriving at the battle feild was much to long for his taste. However, when his blue eyes fell onto the white marble and a fresh scent hit his nose, the tiniest of sighs escaped his mouth, filled to the brim with relief at the site of something other than grime and filth. The Team Imum members scattered at this point in time and, unsure of where he was to be headed, the green clothed man did what he did best - blended into the background. They had to await the arrival of the trainers that would be participating in the tournament and, until then, he had all the time in the world to ponder his next actions.
All this silence is getting to me, though... he noted in silence, eyes raking over the area and strands of blond hair falling in his face. With a grunt - it was more out of amusement than anger, but anyone else would have seen it otherwise - he swept his long bangs to left and told himself that he needed a haircut. I'm going to start looking like a girl if I'm not careful... Wouldn't want anyone mistaking me fore a female, now, would I? These were words he would never utter aloud. Not in this crowd, anyway. The ton was much to light for the character he slipped into in order to fool his fellow organization members.
I'm tired of this act. I wish that I could just, you know, impale Nymah or something and get it over with. This was just a frivolous fantasy, of course; did one honestly believe that the man could simply waltz up to his leader and stab her with his sword? Maybe, if it had been someone other than Ny, he would have been able to. But the woman was a genius - anything he would be able to throw at her then, she'd redirect with her mind and leave him off worse than he was in the first place. No, he needed something to use against her, and it certainly wasn't a sword in the chest.
What's your weakness, Nymah? How do I get you out of the picture without being attacked by swarms of grunts or getting killed in the process? His blue eyes landed on the dark-haired woman in charge of operations. Lorelei, right? Yes, that was it. He'd have to get used to this one, too. The leader he'd grown used to would probably be gone for some time which meant that he'd have to get rid of the icy eyed wonder without anyone noticing. Seems simple enough, he thought with an inward snort. Not like she's ever at base, anyway.
But, with a new, temporary leader came new, not-so-temporary problems. He at least had a general idea of what Nymah was like, but this long-haired wonder was a different matter entirely. However, before he could think about it anymore, footsteps resounded in his ears and he found himself more alone than before. Suddenly, unfamiliar figures were swarming around him and his fellow grunts were no where to be found. Oh, no, wait. There they were. Gathering by the exits in order to cut them off in order to make sure no one tried to escape their fate. Flustered by the fact that he'd fallen behind due to his self induced trance, the sword and sheild-weilding trainer took his place next to, well, the first person he could.
His interest was quickly lost in Lorelei's words - it wasn't like he was going to be fighting at all, right? - and, instead, were focused on the shorter grunt beside him. Why was he so short? Were people growing shorter as the generations - oh, wait. Nevermind. It appeared as though this person what far younger. Well, not far younger. Sixteen? Seventeen? Eighteen? That was, what... Hold on, gotta count... Two... Four... Six or eight years younger than I am? And I thought I was pretty young in comparison to all these old farts that make up this organization...
But... I'm a member of this organization, as well... Does that mean that... I deserve to be cut does as well?[/color][/i]
"Hey. Kid," he grunted, tone of voice falling somewhere inbetween his usual peppy one and the dark voice he used to match his dark deminor around other Team Imum members. These doubts he had... They always got him all depressed! "I might sound a bit rude, but what's someone like you doing with people like these?" Realizing that those words may have sounded as though he was challenging the organization, he quickly added, "I mean, Team Imum's wonderful and all... But someone of your age with us? I think you're biting off a bit more than you're able to chew..."[/QUOTE][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]
