Post by Sabaa Kerbasi on Sept 4, 2006 3:18:00 GMT -5
Name: Amara Calliste Baptiste
Age: 20
Species: human
Role: Turk/secretary and formal model/dancer
Height: 5"8
Weight: 125
Hair: (color, length, and style) dark brown, long (about mid-back), usually straight and down, braided in small braids with fancy beads, or worn up in a very shic expensive hairstyle.
Eyes: Dark, soulful, stormy brown.
Gender: female
Handiness: aquired abidextrious
Identifying marks: black tribal tatoo wrapped around upper arm
Homeworld: Born in Midgar, family is from the Carribean.
Alignment: She is good at heart, but she blindly believes Shinra and blames Avalanche for the sector 7 collapse which almost killed her.
Typical clothing: When she is is in battle she wears a colorful capoeira/dancers clothing, made of silk mostly, which reveal her toned stomach and when safe to prefers to be barefoot. When not, she is normally in fashionable expensive clothing or dresses that you would expect to see in a magazine. When she is out working, she wears a suit, either with slacks, or a pencil skirt.
Weapon: The many hard electrically charged metal or spiked bangles running from her wrist to her mid lower arms and ankles. They are called "Storm Gauntlets"
Magic user or not: not, doesn't like to use it
Inventory: bracelets, small gun, needed stuff.
Possessions: A home in Costa Del Sol, and in Midgar. She has the money she earned, and a few picture of her mother, and of Aeris, a childhood friend. (Their mother's knew eachother)
Weapons: small gun and bracelets, doesn't like conventional weapons, views them as cowardly unless you use them as a last resort.
Personality: She is quick to anger, and over competitive, but fiercly loyal as well. She is also flirtatious, and loves music and dance.
Skills: Extreme speed and jumping ability, strong fighter, capoeria, singing and dancing, modeling.
--Emotional strength: low but her anger drives her, never gives up
--Physical strength: extremely fast, agile, and high endurance
--Skill: athletics (anything that requires athletics i.e. jumping, running, dancing, etc.) and knows how to use her beauty.
Weaknesses:
--Emotional weakness: Her temper can get her into situations that could be avoided, she is too proud, and overcompetitive.
--Physical weakness: Horrible with weapons
--Something you can't do very well: cook
History: Her family hails from the Carribean, she is black/Dominican, or the FF equivalent. Amara was born in the Sector 7 slums of Midgar, and was raised by her mother; her father, who was in SOLDIER, was killed in the line of duty. After a disturbing incident that she vowed to never talk about again (she was almost killed when an intruder shot her after breaking into their home at night, she woke up feeling stronger, et vulnerable at the same time. This began her uneasyness around new people, she believed something had been done to her) she took up Capoeira, and other forms of martial arts and training until she was at the point where she could jump over a mans head from a straight standing position. Her mother was close friends with Elmyra, and she and Aeris often played together as children. You could say they grew up together, although in their lives they took extremly different paths.She began a brief career as an dancer/model, and eventually planned to move out of the slums. She moved to Costa De Sol, and continued her career, also staring in many music videos. She had a small falling out with her agency, and lost her job.
She was offered a job as an undercover agent and bodyguard, and began working in the Shinra building, but she did more secretary work than body guarding, and in result was unhappy with her job. She's inspired by the Turks, and hopes to become one some day. Something will happen to her involving Sector 7 which will forever scar her, and totally change her way of thinking. It will also contribute to her bouts of severe claustiphobia, she would be one of the only survivors of the collapse.
She speaks with a thick Dominican accent, and has the ability to move at extremely fast almost super speeds and make almost impossible jumps. She's unsure whether this is because of her training, or what was done to her when after she was shot. That is how she did her job as a "bodyguard" so well. She get's along with her coworkers alright, but sometimes can view other women as competition. Something else interesting? She often listens to music while she fights, matching her moves to the music.
Family members (if known): Mother, Father (Deceased former SOLDIER member)
Portrait (if you have one):
SAMPLE POST IS REQUIRED:
Amara sauntered into the bar, not at all uncomfortable. Although she did not look like it, she was used to these types of people. "What can I get ya?" The bartender asked, not raising his eyes from the glass he was cleaning. She noticed some people looking at her warily; you have to be able to do that where she came from. She stayed relaxed, she didn't want to cause a big scene; small scene, small fight. "Nothing yet...just waiting for someone..."
She saw her man walking into the bar. She walked over to him, she had no clue why she was after what he had, all she knew was that it was needed for something. She was doing her job, and it was better than being a secretary. "I believe you got something were looking for..." She said loudly, so that he could here her over the ruckus. He looked nervous, for good reason.
"I don't know what your talking about..." He said, casually dismissing her.
"Just name your price...." She said, raising her voice.
"Can you not here?! I said I don't know what yor talkin about! Your really starting to bug me..." She saw him slowly reach towards his belt, and the men who were with him began to stand up.
"Then read my LIPS! Either give me what I came for and stop wasting my time, and we can do this civily, or I'll have to force you to...your choice." His eyes narrowed, and hers in return. The other patrons began to quite down, and back up out of the line of fire. They idn't wan't to be caught up in this. She tensed, she didn't want to screw this up, she was just a secratery, and if she wanted to be accepted and get the respect she deserved, she had to do it right, and this wasn't what she had in mind. They pulled out guns, and shot at her.
She used her capoeira skills to jump backwards, flipping over the bar counter, landing behind it. She looked to her left, where the bartender was cowering, with good reason. "Get your self out of here..." She said, before taking her bracelets out of her black purse, and placing them on her wrists, and taking off her shoes, for mobility. She jumped around the side, landing in a fighting stance.
"Take her out!" He yelled. She dodged left, and sprinted full speed, going into a round-off arial, backlip, and managing to kick down one of the men. She then took his gun and shot the other, and throwing it back down, she jumped onto the table and while on one hand, kicked two of them, spinning in a circle before flipping off her hand and landing on her feet.
She jerkedher shoulder, he basterd grazed her! She walked at him, and just socked him good with her right wrist. She reached into his pocket and took the thing she needed. What was it, materia? Weapon? Map? She had no clue. She just did her job. She straightened her hair, and looked at her arm. She let out a furstrated sigh....I have to get this dry cleaned and stitched! Again!
Age: 20
Species: human
Role: Turk/secretary and formal model/dancer
Height: 5"8
Weight: 125
Hair: (color, length, and style) dark brown, long (about mid-back), usually straight and down, braided in small braids with fancy beads, or worn up in a very shic expensive hairstyle.
Eyes: Dark, soulful, stormy brown.
Gender: female
Handiness: aquired abidextrious
Identifying marks: black tribal tatoo wrapped around upper arm
Homeworld: Born in Midgar, family is from the Carribean.
Alignment: She is good at heart, but she blindly believes Shinra and blames Avalanche for the sector 7 collapse which almost killed her.
Typical clothing: When she is is in battle she wears a colorful capoeira/dancers clothing, made of silk mostly, which reveal her toned stomach and when safe to prefers to be barefoot. When not, she is normally in fashionable expensive clothing or dresses that you would expect to see in a magazine. When she is out working, she wears a suit, either with slacks, or a pencil skirt.
Weapon: The many hard electrically charged metal or spiked bangles running from her wrist to her mid lower arms and ankles. They are called "Storm Gauntlets"
Magic user or not: not, doesn't like to use it
Inventory: bracelets, small gun, needed stuff.
Possessions: A home in Costa Del Sol, and in Midgar. She has the money she earned, and a few picture of her mother, and of Aeris, a childhood friend. (Their mother's knew eachother)
Weapons: small gun and bracelets, doesn't like conventional weapons, views them as cowardly unless you use them as a last resort.
Personality: She is quick to anger, and over competitive, but fiercly loyal as well. She is also flirtatious, and loves music and dance.
Skills: Extreme speed and jumping ability, strong fighter, capoeria, singing and dancing, modeling.
--Emotional strength: low but her anger drives her, never gives up
--Physical strength: extremely fast, agile, and high endurance
--Skill: athletics (anything that requires athletics i.e. jumping, running, dancing, etc.) and knows how to use her beauty.
Weaknesses:
--Emotional weakness: Her temper can get her into situations that could be avoided, she is too proud, and overcompetitive.
--Physical weakness: Horrible with weapons
--Something you can't do very well: cook
History: Her family hails from the Carribean, she is black/Dominican, or the FF equivalent. Amara was born in the Sector 7 slums of Midgar, and was raised by her mother; her father, who was in SOLDIER, was killed in the line of duty. After a disturbing incident that she vowed to never talk about again (she was almost killed when an intruder shot her after breaking into their home at night, she woke up feeling stronger, et vulnerable at the same time. This began her uneasyness around new people, she believed something had been done to her) she took up Capoeira, and other forms of martial arts and training until she was at the point where she could jump over a mans head from a straight standing position. Her mother was close friends with Elmyra, and she and Aeris often played together as children. You could say they grew up together, although in their lives they took extremly different paths.She began a brief career as an dancer/model, and eventually planned to move out of the slums. She moved to Costa De Sol, and continued her career, also staring in many music videos. She had a small falling out with her agency, and lost her job.
She was offered a job as an undercover agent and bodyguard, and began working in the Shinra building, but she did more secretary work than body guarding, and in result was unhappy with her job. She's inspired by the Turks, and hopes to become one some day. Something will happen to her involving Sector 7 which will forever scar her, and totally change her way of thinking. It will also contribute to her bouts of severe claustiphobia, she would be one of the only survivors of the collapse.
She speaks with a thick Dominican accent, and has the ability to move at extremely fast almost super speeds and make almost impossible jumps. She's unsure whether this is because of her training, or what was done to her when after she was shot. That is how she did her job as a "bodyguard" so well. She get's along with her coworkers alright, but sometimes can view other women as competition. Something else interesting? She often listens to music while she fights, matching her moves to the music.
Family members (if known): Mother, Father (Deceased former SOLDIER member)
Portrait (if you have one):
SAMPLE POST IS REQUIRED:
Amara sauntered into the bar, not at all uncomfortable. Although she did not look like it, she was used to these types of people. "What can I get ya?" The bartender asked, not raising his eyes from the glass he was cleaning. She noticed some people looking at her warily; you have to be able to do that where she came from. She stayed relaxed, she didn't want to cause a big scene; small scene, small fight. "Nothing yet...just waiting for someone..."
She saw her man walking into the bar. She walked over to him, she had no clue why she was after what he had, all she knew was that it was needed for something. She was doing her job, and it was better than being a secretary. "I believe you got something were looking for..." She said loudly, so that he could here her over the ruckus. He looked nervous, for good reason.
"I don't know what your talking about..." He said, casually dismissing her.
"Just name your price...." She said, raising her voice.
"Can you not here?! I said I don't know what yor talkin about! Your really starting to bug me..." She saw him slowly reach towards his belt, and the men who were with him began to stand up.
"Then read my LIPS! Either give me what I came for and stop wasting my time, and we can do this civily, or I'll have to force you to...your choice." His eyes narrowed, and hers in return. The other patrons began to quite down, and back up out of the line of fire. They idn't wan't to be caught up in this. She tensed, she didn't want to screw this up, she was just a secratery, and if she wanted to be accepted and get the respect she deserved, she had to do it right, and this wasn't what she had in mind. They pulled out guns, and shot at her.
She used her capoeira skills to jump backwards, flipping over the bar counter, landing behind it. She looked to her left, where the bartender was cowering, with good reason. "Get your self out of here..." She said, before taking her bracelets out of her black purse, and placing them on her wrists, and taking off her shoes, for mobility. She jumped around the side, landing in a fighting stance.
"Take her out!" He yelled. She dodged left, and sprinted full speed, going into a round-off arial, backlip, and managing to kick down one of the men. She then took his gun and shot the other, and throwing it back down, she jumped onto the table and while on one hand, kicked two of them, spinning in a circle before flipping off her hand and landing on her feet.
She jerkedher shoulder, he basterd grazed her! She walked at him, and just socked him good with her right wrist. She reached into his pocket and took the thing she needed. What was it, materia? Weapon? Map? She had no clue. She just did her job. She straightened her hair, and looked at her arm. She let out a furstrated sigh....I have to get this dry cleaned and stitched! Again!
Actually, that sounds like a good idea...my characters father is dead, her mother is alive (as far as she knows...)but yea cool, you wanna do that?
