Post by ebz on Oct 5, 2009 5:58:32 GMT -5
RoisinÁineFlynn
what's your name !? Roisin Áine Flynn
nicknames !? Rose, Rosey, Fly-girl
age !? 28
gender !? Female
sexual orientation !? Heterosexual
religion !? None
species !? Mutant
group !? Free Mutants
primary ability !? Shape Shifter
secondary ability !? Teleporter
character's play-by !?Laura Prepon
likes !?
- Action Movies
- Sports
- Vibrant Colours
- Travelling
- Laughter
- Freedom
- Comic Books
- Capoeira
- Change
- Open Spaces
dislikes !?
- Rooms without windows
- High Heels
- Horror Movies
- Unclean people and things
- People on power trips
- Not being in control of her life
- Darkness
- Being proven wrong
- Classical Music
- Conspicuous Public Displays of Affection
dreams !?
- One day being able to travel the world freely
- Finding 'the one'
- Having complete and utter control over her powers
- Being considered an equal alongside 'normal' humans
fears !?
- Being trapped somewhere, unable to escape
- Dying alone
- Teleporting herself into oblivion
- Changing into someone or something and not being able to change back.
secrets !?
- Is claustrophobic
- Longs for a 'significant other', although would never admit it to herself or anyone else
- Sleeps with a light on
- Still sleeps with her teddybear, Geoffrey
strengths !?
- Hand to hand combat, especially in Capoeira
- Shape shifting into humans, or humanoid shapes
- Teleporting anywhere within a 500 metre radius
- Fast reflexes
- Loyalty - once it is won, she rarely revokes it
- Good judge of character
weaknesses !?
- Finds herself almost unable to function when in enclosed spaces
- Shape shifting into smaller animals such as cats, mice, badgers and so on
- Teleporting outside of a 500 metre radius
- Hiding strong emotions
- Teleporting other people/things in addition to herself
- Often gives off a 'standoffish' feel
personality overall !? Roisin's Irish background shows from the roots of her flame red hair to her stubborn attitude when faced with all odds. Although not easily approachable, per se, once you are within what she considers to be her 'inner circle', the young woman is fiercely loyal to friends, mentors and family. In emergencies she often remains calm and practical where others would not, and often ensures the safety of others before tending to herself. Despite this, she is not exactly what one would call a 'caring person'.
Roisin is quite different when you know her better - as she likes to say "Life is for the livin', there's no point in letting it pass you by." She enjoys sports - anything that gets the adrenalin running, really. Something of a tomboy, the young woman is vibrant and intelligent, yet conscious of the world's state and utterly determined to make her way in it.
hair !? Red
eyes !? Blue
facial structure !? Thin, almost angular face with high cheekbones
body structure !? Lithe body roped with muscles
defining features !? Clear, blue eyes and her flame red hair, as well as the tattoo in a column down her right side, placed over her ribs, which reads 'Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam' meaning 'Either I will find a way, or I will make one'.
appearance overall !? Roisin is a tall woman, reaching roughly 5'9 in height. Her slim body endowed with only a little extra flesh at breast and hip sometimes makes her look taller than she really is from afar (and somewhat masculine), although her limbs are quite muscular given the different sports she's played over the years and her Capoeira training. Her flame red hair often makes her stand out in crowds, and she is known to have piercing, almost soul-searching eyes.
mother name and occupation !? Niamh Flynn, Unemployed
father name and occupation !? Liam Flynn, Captain for a Cruise Liner, conscripted to being Captain of a Troop Carrier
sibling names and occupations !? Liadan Flynn, United States Army Soldier, rank of Staff Sergeant
pet names !? None
history overall !? Born in Dublin, Ireland, Roisin grew up in a warm and loving environment. She spent a lot of time with her older sister, Liadan, who doted upon her. They did not often see their father, as he spent a large part of his time at sea, and their mother spent most of her time running the household and watching re-runs of sitcoms.
At the age of 15 her parents chose to move to what had once been considered the land of opportunity - America. It took time for both her and her sister to adjust to this new pace of life, and it certainly wasn't easy, but the red-headed girl got the hang of it, and thought everything was going to be just fine. After finally claiming their citizenship, the Flynn family thought life would settle back to normal, then World War III broke out. Literally.
As a simple Private at the time, having enlisted 6 months before the proclamation, Roisin's sister Liadan was sent off to fight, whilst Roisin herself stayed home with her mother. Liam, their father, was conscripted as a Captain of a Troop Carrier, and whilst everything was up in the air, Roisin fell sick with what her mother suspected was simply another bout of the flu. How wrong she was.
Within days, Roisin noticed that her symptoms weren't exactly flu-like. Then one day she teleported herself back to her room without thinking about it. And her mother saw everything. Without thinking, Niamh reached for the phone and called the hotline - just like she'd been told to do in the little pamphlet that had been delivered to them a couple of weeks back. She called the hotline, and she reported her own daughter.
By the time 'they' arrived at the Flynn household, Roisin was long gone. She'd fled her house with only the clothes on her back and the simple hope that she would find someone else like her - that she would not be alone in this flight for too long. Discovering a new trick with her powers almost every day, and fine tuning them to the plateau found between intermediate knowledge and mastery, the flame haired woman has been making her way across America in search of kindred spirits, simply taking each day as it comes..
outside alias !? ebz
out of chat age !? 22
role play experience !? roughly 10 years
outside contact !? ??
time zone of residence !? NZ Timezone
all usernames !? N/A
other characters !? N/A
role play example !? Taken from another site, hope that's ok :
The forest harboured both animal and man in the early afternoon gloom that had descended over Forks merely two hours ago. The blonde had then glimpsed sun for the first time in her now two day long stay in this 'fair town', and found herself taken aback that it had not been more frequent, even though the weather was sliding into winter mode. Outside of this tired little peninsula the warm, yellow globe had managed to pierce its way through the autumnal gloom no matter what. However, before she could become too surprised at what some would have called 'a glorious Forks day', the clouds had rolled in once more, providing comfortable cover for her otherwise sparkly limbs. Breathing an inward sigh of relief, the lithe woman tipped her head skywards, and let her eyes roam across the grey vault of heaven above as she took in a deep breath, scenting out the area in her immediate and not-so-immediate vicinity.
A whirl of smells filled her head as a result of the intake; the last vestiges of good weather and sun dappled forest floors, a faraway disturbance by mankind in search of an animal to shoot, the animal the men were doubtless hunting (mountain lion, perhaps?), and a hint of vampire. Athenodora did not find this too peculiar, given that she found herself within 'Cullen territory' - without permission, no less. However, she didn't feel too worried about this.. the Cullens had much more to worry about than a rogue Volturi wandering their spacious, green backyard. In any case, the blonde was in search of something to do, and wondering at the so-called vegetarians apparent love for their life, she had decided to try their diet out for size - even despite harbouring a slight feeling of disgust towards the practice.
Perched on one of the higher branches in a pine tree, the apparently young woman caught a brief whiff of what she assumed to be a mountain lion - better than a deer, in any case, she ruminated. One step sent her plunging towards the leafy ground below, only to gracefully land in a semi-crouch, not a single hair out of place. She twitched her clothing straight once more as she eased out of the bent position and glanced around her, sniffing once and filling her nose with the semi acrid aroma of a large canine who was patrolling in the vicinity. With only the smallest of noises, Athenodora pivoted on her heel and stole through the forest, glad of the overhead canopy that provided shade and darkness. Even though she did not sparkle with cloud cover, she still appeared slightly paler than most, and had more than once been accused of anemia in hushed whispers since her departure from Volterra. It would not do for the mountain lion to spot her - she still had an enormous amount of pride in her hunting abilities, fine honed with her cousin before their entrance to the Volturi where they had almost literally been spoon fed.
The lithe woman now relished the chance to get out on her own and stretch her legs, so to speak. Not that her legs actually needed stretching, but she enjoyed these modern human sayings immensely and found them vaguely amusing when they did not apply to her vampiric state. She sped through the forest stealthily, with a minimum of noise, until suddenly she came to a halt, raising her nose to the air as any good scenting hound would do on a hunt. The vampire she had scented earlier seemed to have come dangerously close - her preoccupation for the hunt had hindered her noticing this, silent alarm bells swinging in the back of her head until now. Frozen in place, her acute hearing caught the gentle brush of leaves against the sole of the shoe, and Athenodora finally snapped, unused to this feeling of uncertainty - "Show yourself."
The most bizarre thing about this situation, the blonde found, was the fact that the scent of this vampire seemed hauntingly familiar - it piqued at her nose like hot peppers once had in her human state, dogging her with its persistence. She remained in the dark, however, hoping that the other would step from the shadows and face her, as any honourable vampire would. However, somewhere in the back of her mind, a tiny voice squeaked a warning that this was no honourable age, with honourable beings.. it was an age of danger, and she was, quite simply, all alone.
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