Post by ALANA FOSTER! on Mar 24, 2011 16:24:53 GMT -5
WEAPON
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Alana Foster
Alias: Lana, Chica
Gender: Female.
Age: 16
Weapon Type: Cestus
Appearance:
Her natural look is that of a sweet disposition. Her face is mostly rounded, with a few angles that just add to her appearance’s personality. Her cheekbones are thin but defined, her lips seem barely there, no off color from her normal pale skin tone. Alana’s eyebrows are thin as well, yet normally very expressive of her moods. Her eyes are somewhat large compared to other features on her face, and have a very different color. Depending on who is asked, some describe the color as blue, others green, teal, and even grey. Her hair has a bit of an attitude to it. Red in color, at full length it would probably stretch part way down her back, but most of the time it’s pulled up. A messy ponytail sort of look, a spikey and sassy sort of hairstyle with some of her bangs pulled and clipped to the side.
Overall, the girl is mostly of a thinner body frame. She stands fairly tall, her full height being 5 feet and 8 inches, her legs happen to be the longest part of her. Thin like the rest of her, muscle can be seen beneath the skin, but not from an overly fit body or workout plan, more the look that there is nothing between the muscle and the skin to keep the muscle tissue from being seen. Her hips are slightly rounded, just to give her enough of a shape that would be described as ‘womanly.’ Her waist curves in just a bit from her hips and butt, basically no excess fat on this young woman at all. Still, her chest is not broad nor large. Once again, there is enough of her to give a more womanly shape, a bust size just sufficient to know that she is indeed a female. Lastly, her shoulders are narrow, possibly described as boney, connecting her thin arms to her body.
~Attire~
There is a standard set of clothes that Lana normally sticks to. Pretty simple and basic, but fits her personality. Tan cargo pants are found covering her legs, pockets everywhere and held around her waist by a thin black belt. Covering her torso is a baseball style t-shirt, light grey in color but the sleeves are dark grey and only cover ¾s of her arm. Over her feet are black puma tennis shoes. All easy to move in and able to get her around. Perfect for her.
~Weapon~
Alana takes the form of a cestus. Her particular form is composed of long and thick leather straps that wrap around her meister’s hand, up the wrist, and a few inches up the arm. This leather keeps things in place and sturdy enough to cause damage. Also, along the leather strips that are most exposed on the knuckles and back of the hand, there are fingernail sized and somewhat pointed/sharpened stones. These stones appear as gems, the same odd color of her eyes. The cestus originated in Rome, a battle glove meant to inflict damage on an opponent.
By now, Alana has been able to train hard enough to gain her partial transformation fairly well. Less leather straps and stones line her fist. In her partial transformation, her hand is forced to remain in a fist (whichever hand she chooses). Kept shut at all times, just a few strands of leather form across her knuckles, a small stone on each knuckle. It’s enough to get a good jab in, draw some blood and make a nice impact.
Personality:
Alana is confident with a bit of an ego streak. She is a strong willed young woman that doesn’t let other people faze her or bring her down. Happy with who she is, yet continually trying to get better, this young weapon will not be altered by snide remarks or rude comments. Things just don’t hurt her that easily, it takes a bit to get under her skin in a way that will make her doubt herself. But as well as confident, there are times when she takes it over the top. Sometimes a bit arrogant, she surely comes off that way to others at points. The girl knows who she is, what she wants, and she won’t let people get in her way.
Determination is something that follows along with her confidence. Since she knows what she wants, why should she let anyone get in her way? This fact alone makes her work as hard as she can to get to her goal. She is rock hard in her will, keeping to her own mind in even the hardest times. It is not easy to make her sway, not easy to change her mind. Once set, everyone else is just along for the ride.
Caring. Despite her somewhat proud exterior, Alana does genuinely care for people. The people she cares for though are those that gain her respect. There are few that she just instantly takes a liking to, she likes to know that a person is worth her time. Relationships are something that take time and effort, not one to waste her time, she tries to keep meaningful relationship with people who prove their worth. But once people have found themselves in her ‘inner circle,’ she is surprisingly devoted and loving. (in her own way)
Miss Foster is competitive. Not a normal, she just really wants to win, competitive. This girl, if she views anything as a competition, will go all out. Now, her view sometimes changes, it depends how much she feels ‘threatened.’ A kishin egg attacks? The girl would give it all she had until her very last breath. If someone challenged her to a race when she had a broken leg, she wouldn’t hesitate to try and start running. This may not make her seem like the smartest gal, but it’s her view on life. She enjoys competition, it makes her work harder, and that adrenaline rush is something she absolutely lives for.
Her anger, though not prevalent, is dangerous. Not often is this weapon ticked off, but one can bet that if she does get mad that there will be a price to pay. When anger sparks in the girl, it consumes her mind. Most of her moves are from reaction, her mind moving faster just to make sure that she is successful in her attacks. That’s right, the girl gets violent if made mad. So what exactly ticks the girl off? Stupidity, for one. One of those little idiot girls who think they’re so sweet, go dance and sing around in public, and call themselves weak even if it’s obvious they’re not trying at all. That’s one of her main peeves, most other things may irritate her and she may see it as a challenge, but getting her mad is a true feat.
Something that the weapon absolutely loves is a continual competition. Call it a rival if you will. They could be friends or enemies, but a constant drive that makes her want to do better. Someone that makes her want to win and be better than this person at all times.
History: The family lineage is basically a whole long line of those stories that just love to be heard. Her mother and father were a weapon/technician pair that had graduated from the Academy, their parents had been a pair, and even their parents had been a pair. So strengths of both meister abilities and weapon blood flows through the veins of Miss Foster. Her parents were quite a pair. Her father James was a real card, the goofiest person one would ever meet, but also the kindest and most sociable. He fit in wherever he was, never feeling awkward and barely making others feel odd. Her mother was a strict, somewhat crabby woman, always needing order and knowledge and was on the other side of the social spectrum, completely awkward and a misfit. But they fit together so nicely, proving that opposites did attract. Together, they created five children, four boys and a girl. Alana was the lucky singled out one. One upside is that she was born as a fraternal twin. So one of her brothers was always her age, always close to her.
But the whole family was close! Being surrounded by boys and being the youngest made Alana push to be stronger. It’s not easy for a young girl to grow up around boys, especially those that were as strong as her brothers. Through her younger years, she was obviously not a doll and tea type of child. Her brothers roughed her up, they played sports and teased her. Alana was made stronger by this, mostly in character but in tolerance as well. Having four boys constantly driving a person crazy can boost the ability to tune people out. She loved them, and they loved her, but boys will be boys.
Her parents decided ever since they wanted to have children, that they would put them in a normal public school unless the kids decided different. So where did the Foster children find themselves? As stars of the school’s soccer team. The ‘Foster Warriors’ they were nicknamed. Each was just a year behind the other in school, their parents purposefully setting it up that way (except for the twins). One a senior, one a junior, one sophomore, and the twins as freshman. Each of the males were strong young men, each with extraordinary strength and talent. All of her older brothers had proved to have skills that one would associate with a meister, but none had chosen to move schools as of yet. At the age of fourteen, Alana was still young and had some growing in to do. To be involved, she joined the soccer team with her brothers. As a surprise to all of the family, she made it. She was not known for her strength, or speed, or any real athletic ability.. Not weak by any means, but a boys soccer team? At a small school such as theirs, not many of the sports had girls teams, so in order to play they had to qualify past the boys. Alana did. Goalie. Not that it doesn’t take physical means to be a goalie, but it just so happened that she had amazing technique. By watching the movements of the players coming at her, by watching their small ticks and shifting weight, she knew exactly where that ball was going. If she knew where it was going, she could stop it. If they had too much space between them and the ball, she could make a judgment call if she could grab that ball from them. Alana knew the position better than anyone else, she just had to be toughened up a bit.
So the Foster Warriors brought the team through competition, game after game, during Alana’s freshman year. Defeating almost any opponent, until their last game. A close game, one point each and the final three minutes. Not much time at all, but enough to win. But their was foul play, as there always is in this wonderful game, but it was against the Foster family. The opposing had taken down all her brothers at the same time, creating a weakness for the team and leaving a girl in the goal. That wouldn’t have been a problem, except as soon as the other Foster’s were down for a second the whole opposing team took down the field. All eleven players, goalie too, rushing to Alana. Her remaining defense didn’t stand a chance, that wasn’t their fault. But the young Foster was ready. She wasn’t losing this. No way, no how. She did catch the ball, blocked it from the goal, then punted the ball down the field as quickly as she could. Her brothers were waiting. No defense from the opposing side was down there, it was hardly fair but they had started it. Goal. Buzzer. End.
All hell broke loose. Both teams went at the other. The Warriors had won. But a fight had broken out, not even just a small fight. All of them. Alana dragged into it as well. This ticked the brothers off. No one was breaking that fight up. Well… except when security, and the coaches, and the medics, and the parents were pulling people apart.. What the Foster’s found was surprising. Alana and her twin had weapon forms. For the most part, no one noticed. The people they hit sure noticed, but they kept it mostly hidden. Their hands. Alana’s right had leather wrapped around it, her fingers tight in a fist, small gems lining the leather. It was peculiar, but an exhilarating thought. She was a weapon! So was her brother!
They got home eventually, trouble had followed them and both of the teams… Fighting wasn’t exactly smiled upon. Even their parents chewed them out for it. But after a few days, they rejoiced in the news of their son and daughter being weapons. Grounded still, but happy, the two had a decision to make. Did they want to learn about themselves and their weapon forms at the Academy?
The choice was easy for Alana. She did. She was going there and she would work as hard as she could and be the best. No longer would she be the youngest Foster and follow in their footsteps. That never really bothered her, but the chance to make a name for herself was too much to pass up. She would finish her freshman year, then head out. Even as the time came for her to leave, her brother had not decided what he was doing. Heartfelt goodbyes were said, promises to take care of one another, good lucks, all that jazz. Her brother wasn’t coming with her, not right now but maybe later. Last goodbyes, then off on a plane she went. To the Academy!
A year the young woman has spent there at the Academy. Not many friends have been made, no strong bonds. Yeah, she has people she’s talked to before, people she had met, but no one she really knows or relies on. She’s focused on learning a lot, focused on getting to know herself and her form. She wants to be the best, wants to be recognized. So that has been her goal for the past year, to learn. But now… entering school once again with a slightly different mindset, she realizes that there’s something she’s missing. A crucial thing. A partner. Now she not only needs to learn and strengthen herself, but she needs someone to do it along side her.
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Performance: Though her competitive side may have her accept a challenge almost instantly, Alana does have a fairly good head on her shoulders. Though she knows she’ll die against the kishin she would have a plan fully thought out to at least get a few good hits in. In a race while she’s a cripple, she would have another road or strategy set to help her win. Lana is a thinker. She plans things, pays attention, knows what’s going on, and learns how to react. Battle is a good place for her to test her mind, and one of the places that her thoughts most excel. The weapon knows the price of her choices and almost always she knows the whole of the situation, strategy is normally one of her strengths.
Brute, body strength is a weakness. She’s a thin girl, she knows that. Although she does try to keep in shape, she is not one that is going to go out and bend metal with her pinky finger. She is not capable, her body just is not built for that. Speed also is a weakness. Not slow by any means, but not a runner. She could win her fair share of races, but would also easily be beat by someone with a good amount of speed. Once again, her body just is not the strongest.
OOC
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Kit
Age: Old Enough
RP Experience: 7 Years
Password: Bows with rain, and a bit of gold at the end.
RP Sample:
Class. Not one of Alana’s favorite pastimes. Though it was something that she considered a strength, it engaged her mind (if she was attentive) and gave her something to focus on. But today was just not one of those days that she was all there. Her thoughts were focused back home on her family. Everyone has one of those days, a doubtful time where the mind wonders and thinks if these were the correct decisions. Should she even be here at this Academy? If she simply had remained at home, she could have made something of herself there too… It wasn’t like this was her only choice. Weapon or not, Alana had other abilities to. So why had she chosen to devote her life to this? Being used as a weapon? Did she really feel the need to be here that much?
But her thoughts were interrupted. A student next to her, a young man, had decided that it was time to bother her. A light punch had collided with Alana’s shoulder, causing her to snap back to attention. Her eyes moved about the room before she faced the young male that had gained her consciousness back in reality. What she found was that papers were beings passed, many other students with nervous looks on their faces. Pop quiz? A bit confused, the expression showed itself easily on Alana’s face. Focus on the boy now, she could tell by his amused and confident look that she had been correct in her guess. They were having some sort of test.
”Bet I’ll beat you on this test. You haven’t even been paying attention.” Confidence and excitement oozing off the young boy, Alana couldn’t help but grin. He wanted to compete on this test of knowledge? Well.. The young Foster could not claim to know what it was about, but she was not going to turn this young man down. Not on something as simple as a quiz. She would take this and she would beat him, as simple as that.
Grinning in her own confident way, Alana raised her head up a little higher. “Challenge accepted.” She spoke clearly, but quiet enough that no other students nor the teacher shot a look her way. This wasn’t public knowledge and she had no desire for it to be. The papers continued to be passed around the room, the weapon finally received hers and she looked to the questions. One by one, she read through them, debated an answer, and ended up leaving it blank. Multiple choice, short answer, blah blah blah. She really had no idea. All of this seemed to be today’s information, for most other times she had been attentive… And this had never entered her mind.
Raising a hand, Alana knew just what to do. It was all strategy. She just had to ask questions in such a way that the teacher would give subtle hints about the answers. Body language was a big giveaway in such things. Narrowing her answers and then picking her questions carefully, she slowly began working the teacher down and marking in answers on her test. Piece of cake. She really had no idea what most of this was, but the fact that she could make a plan would help her especially in this situation.
It took her a bit longer, but finally she finished. The teacher seemed a bit irritated, riled up maybe by the questions she kept asking. She could almost hear their thoughts, somewhere along the lines of her actually wanting to listen now. But she couldn’t help it. She needed to win. The teacher waved them off, telling them class was dismissed and the would receive their papers next class. Getting up from her seat, Alana stretched her arms above her head, her shoulders cracking quietly. Letting her arms relax once more, her eyes traveled to the boy that had challenged her. Not too surprised, she found him looking back. A questioning look was on his face, but also triumphant. He had heard her asking questions, did he think it was out of desperation?
Smiling, Alana moved the opposite way of the male, giving a slight shrug as her intention was to leave the classroom. ”I won. I’ll prove it next class. Then she moved on, out of class and heading for the next part of her day. Challenge accepted and fulfilled. Check.
