Post by SURA ♥ KING on Jul 30, 2011 5:01:08 GMT -6
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Name» sura olivia king[/size]
Nicknames» super static sura, sur, surrie
Age» 19
Birthday» aug 15
Gender» female
Orientation» heterosexual
Species» elemental
Abilities» sura is a storm elemental. she has the ability to control electricity, rain, winds and anything else associated with a typical thunderstorm.
Occupation« student
Class Year« fifth year, freshmen in college
Political Views« screw the holy cross, against it
Class Year« fifth year, freshmen in college
Political Views« screw the holy cross, against it
Hair Color« auburn brown
Eye Color« olive green
Height« 5’7”
Trademarks« sura has her ears pierced and her arms are slightly speckled with little white scars due to a time when she lost control of her powers.
Playby« who is repping your lovely character? kristen stewart
Likes« **dressing up
**cotton candy
**her family
**sweet things
**sleeping
**making friends
**running
**music
**dancing
**swimming
**singing when she thinks no one’s looking
**love letters
**her powers
Dislikes« **sirens
**Stuck Up people
**Jesus freaks
**the holy cross
**bitter foods
**licorice
**homework
**rap music
Strengths« **controls the elements fairly well
**charismatic
**sweet
Weaknesses« **low confidence
**easily startled
**sometimes loses control of her powers
**can be awkward
**cotton candy
**her family
**sweet things
**sleeping
**making friends
**running
**music
**dancing
**swimming
**singing when she thinks no one’s looking
**love letters
**her powers
Dislikes« **sirens
**Stuck Up people
**Jesus freaks
**the holy cross
**bitter foods
**licorice
**homework
**rap music
Strengths« **controls the elements fairly well
**charismatic
**sweet
Weaknesses« **low confidence
**easily startled
**sometimes loses control of her powers
**can be awkward
Mother» Miranda Christine King
Father» Robert Gregory King
Siblings» Everett Royce King – Brother
Hannah Beth Marie King – Sister
Children» N/A
Other» Henry James Taylor – Cousin
Ross Allen White – Adopted Cousin
Home» Glaucester, England
History» It’s strange to think that I’ve been at the Academy for more than five years. I guess it’s the only place my parents have ever thought I’d be safe at. I was seven when I first ran into the academy. My brother and cousin had already been attending somehow they found out that there were kids just like me there… I’m getting ahead of myself. I always think of the first day of school as the first day of my actual life, but that’s not true. My life began during the winter of my great-grandfather’s birth. Legend has it that my great-great grandmother was out during a storm and that she was struck by a bolt of lightening. It didn’t kill her, but it must have changed her somehow, because when my great-grandfather was born he was different. It was then that the curse was bestowed upon my great-grandfather’s head and it was then that it was passed down through our family for generations.
It always came to just one child. My father thought it would be my brother who received the curse, but I think it chose me because I’m a girl. See my dad and my grandfather were both boys. The two of them didn’t have sisters and they were both the oldest ones in the family. Whatever the case I got it and my brother didn’t. It fooled my dad and it scared him to death the first time I produced a little bolt out of my hands. I was only a baby then and when that little flicker of light flew from my hands he knew he had to protect me from the cruel world. I don’t know what it’s like where everyone else is from, but my town is small and one day I lost my temper and let loose a storm. It did a lot of damage and I was even hurt in the process. No one looked at me the same way after that. No matter how much my family tried to protect me, the town looked at me like I was some kind of demon.
So my cousin begged the headmaster to let me come and live with him in his dorm. I don’t know how many years passed while I was with Henry. It seemed like such a long time just wandering the school halls waiting for my turn at being in class, but when the time did come around the headmaster came and told me himself. He took my hand and walked me through school telling me stories about his own mistreatment at the hands of humans. Then he told me that no matter what happened from that day forward I would always have a family here and I do. I believe that with all my heart and I wouldn’t have a life without them.
RP Sample»The stars, the lights, the sounds all faded into the quiet of the night. Brightness only exuded itself from the artificial colors of Folette Park. Red, yellow, blue, green, every color of the spectrum seemed to converge here. The smells were an overwhelming menagerie of sweet, sweat and sour. All the combination of joy, exertion and the awkward feel of sickness after a rough whirling ride. It was a place of memory, but for some - like Ross White - it was a place of despair. Every ride, every sight brought back a bitter memory of a forgotten useless childhood. What would have been a happy memory to some children was yet another nightmare to Ross. His eyes traced over each ride trying to remember at least one joy, but to no avail. Each carried its own stigma. Each carried a memory of his hateful mother and the absence of his father. The park itself was never a safe place to run to, because she always found him. She was a tracker too. The curse she bore became the blessing he thrived off of.
He leaned against the gate of the carousel watching as the children dragged their smiling parents across the brightly lit pavement. Happiness. That‘s what it should have looked like. Even for just this night, every family should have been able to feel love. He wondered why that was. He wondered why it was that his mother, for just one second, couldn‘t love him because he was hers. His eyes tingled, but didn‘t bear the tears like they once had. He had learned never to cry for her. It was a fruitless cause to cry for a lost love he‘d never feel returned. She was dead. Good… The passing thought was bitter, but heartfelt. There was nothing beautiful about the amusement park. It was simply a place he had come back to every now and then to wonder what it would have been like if his mother had gone the other way. With the abandonment of his father she had loved him for fear of losing him rather than punishing him for his existence.
As a scent of sugar and cream passed his nose Ross tore apart its makeup. The sugar was burnt slightly caramelized over a cinnamon baked bread. The cream itself only bore a small trace of sweetness and was most likely whipped topped with the scent of an artificial cherry. He opened his eyes for a moment the bright lights bouncing off the glass of his artificial glasses and ignoring the brilliant color of his blue eyes beneath. He flipped back silently through his mind trying to place that smell. The sweetness had reminded him of Luna, but she wasn’t the one who had familiarized him with that particular food. Ross smiled a bit as he looked down at his shoes. There was only one other person that was as food crazy as Luna. It was Henry. It had been almost six years since the very day Henry had introduced Ross to the sweet smelling delicacy. Ross looked up slightly seeing the teenage girl with the intoxicating dessert in her hands. She was happy and she was accompanied by an older boy who seemed to be explaining how Folette park had pretty much invented the crisp and delicious cake.
Ross smiled as he looked away thinking about the first time Ross had been truly free of his mother. Henry had brought Ross to the park to show him a life away from hatred. Henry had been the first one to show Ross true love. The kind of love that family should have had. It was that brotherly bond between Henry and Ross that bound the tracker to the pack. It was his blessing and it was the reconciliation for a horrid life. God had given him a new place with the New Orleans Pack. God had given him a family. God have given him a purpose. Ross crossed his arms one over the other letting his sleeves roll up a bit over his biceps. His eyes traced over the swing carousel in front of him. The lights seemed to blur as the people spread there arms outside the swing holds. Their seats floated gracefully as they were tilted and spun in a circle. If it wasn’t for Henry he wouldn’t have been free. If it wasn’t for his mother he wouldn’t have had Henry. If he wasn’t born, the world would have never been the same. Despite the horrible memories he had in the park. Ross had come back time and time again to remind himself of the blessings he had been given.
He took a deep breath and stood up ready to disappear into the night back to the Den. He heard a small clink clink and turned around realizing he had dropped his dogtags. He picked them up and stood up quickly to go back in the other direction. The momentum of his step crashed into another person and the contents of what felt like and smelled like their slushy ended up on the front of his shirt and pants. He gasped slightly at the cold and jumped back a bit. He took a deep breath a little frustrated that he had smelt them and felt them, but he stilled ran into them anyway. Ross really needed to stop spacing out. He looked up with the same apologetic and charming smile he always wore to gain forgiveness. "Sorry about that, it was my fault. How much did you pay for that? I can get you a new one or just give you the cash here…" Ross tucked the dogtags away in his pocket. They weren’t exactly normal. In fact everyone in the pack wore them. At least all the males did. In case they were ever killed the tags would link them back to the New Orleans pack. They were a way of signifying that they weren’t just another wolf, but then again it signified they were wolves as well. Which didn’t fly well in the normal human world. Ross looked around trying to find any kind of kiosk or stand that had napkins. He was going to be smelling slush the whole way home….
Alias« April works
Time Zone« Central
Contact« PM
How long have you been rping?« 8-ish years
Anything Else« Nope
Other Characters« Henry, Ross, Alexander, Sephora
The Secret Code«
Time Zone« Central
Contact« PM
How long have you been rping?« 8-ish years
Anything Else« Nope
Other Characters« Henry, Ross, Alexander, Sephora
The Secret Code«
