Post by XxTCPxX on Mar 30, 2010 16:19:37 GMT -5
Volera Smith
THIS WITCH IS BACK
» TO BRING HER WRATH UPON THE SEA «
. c h a r a c t e r . i n t r o d u c t i o n .
Introduction: Combat boots clattered and echoed through the empty streets of Traverse Town, not like the streets were empty before, its been always like so after the attack of the heartless. Volera Smith, ex fighter during the attacks of the heartless, now walks alone to the local first district. He is in no hurry, no running or speed walking, but rather a slow stride as he was lost in his thoughts. He crossed one of the smaller stores to make his final turn into the first district.
He thought he took another few casual steps before he realized
otherwise, frozen solid like a statue. He found himself turning around in the street as he went back in time to see one of the many events he took here as a child. It was night time, and it was raining; he was twelve, free, young, and had not a care in the world. Or at least until the first monster came. Before Volera could recall those dark moments he shook himself out of it. "That was years ago," he angrily said to himself. " it's time to move on." Then after a rather long minute he picked up his feet one by one into the nearest general goods store.
TRITON CAN'T BE RID OF ME
» NOT THAT EASILY «
. p e r s o n a l i t y ; t r a i t s .
Personality: "Umm is this really necessary?" asked Volera. "Not that I am avoiding the questions just its not me to simply talk about myself so openly." He took a glance around him, an odd moment passed as he seemed to look to see if anyone else was around. "But if you must know I guess I can say a few things for you." He motioned to the small corner table of the room where the least amount of people were.
The both of you take seats opposite sides. "Now where to begin," he started. "I on a single shot would tell you I am like a naive raccoon. Not that I am an animal or anything but rather on the personal note." He repositioned himself on the awkward seat. "I am shy, but once you know me you will see I have a care free personality that is like a welcoming of hope. But the very second you mess with me I can become an instant nightmare."
Volera bit his lip, as though he was sorry for speaking so loud. "Like my fighting style, I do not always find the fire in me to strike first." he stated. "But without a doubt I will protect myself and others if need be as I so have been doing the last few years guarding the hotel from the heartless. So that is what you could say about me really."
AND LIKE ALL WHO DARE DEFY ME
» HE WILL LEARN HIS LESSON WELL «
. y o u r . s t r e n g t h .
Physical Strength: "I might of mentioned before that I would rather play guard than attack another first." said Volera. "Striking is not my first and favorite thing, although I can honestly say that I can hit just as hard as the rest of them." Volera took a few steps near his small table, picking up his first weapon of choice the black steel machete. He appeared to have been in a trance as he rotated it from its sharp bladed side to its crocodile like teeth on the other side.
He then looked back at the other figure, "Sorry," he quickly said. "almost forgot you were there, so where were we?" You mention about his view on his physical strength. "Oh okay then let me think," he looked to the ceiling, grasping his thoughts. "I am an incredibly fast runner and only three here so far ever beat me in a race. Then along with acrobatics I can hold my own despite I am not the best." He looks to you directly as he shrugs. "Meh... I am not the greatest, but neither the worst."
FLOTSAM AND JETSAM!
» LOYAL DARLINGS, STRONG AS THE TIDE «
. y o u r . s t o r y .
history: "Me? Well... no one really asked me that before." Said Volera as he was sitting on an upside down pale not to far from the hotel's entrance. "I mean, sure people asked me about who I am and all, " he stated. " but not about my past."
"So to get it over with I really don't know," Volera said as he looked into the sky trying to recall anything worth while. "The Smith family took me in because they found me on the cold alley floor about fifteen years ago." He looks back down into the eyes of the other individual, only to quickly turn his attention to the persons feet. "They always wanted a boy," he said. "but due to their age they simply could not do such on their own, so here I am." He took a daring gaze into the eyes once more as he was finished saying what he had to.
"But more recently as I grew older I took in fighting against the heartless protecting the hotel." he nervously said, recalling the living nightmares of a seemingly endless wave of monsters. "I did not get any training really, it somewhat came naturally to me as though I did it my whole life."
SWEETEST POOPSIES
» HASTEN TO MY SIDE «
. l o o k . l i k e .
Appearance: Volera seemed to always take a good long look at himself in the mirror as he got ready for anything during the night. Hand on hip as the other held his homemade shield crafted from a motorcycle windshield. One of his prized possessions since he created it himself. He then took a look to his pale-green shaggy like pants. One pant leg was missing, so everyone called it a "shant".
His other apparel was not too different, also pale-green and old looking. The Pale-green t-shirt hid well under his favorite hoody, which was inside out on purpose from the maker. Worn and torn Volera held to it with pride since not a single other person had one. He stood out like a sore thumb, especially with a black sheath strapped to his back that held a more deadly black steeled machete.
Looking back to his face now, he seemed to notice for the first time four long and narrow scars stretch from the top right of his head, down to his chin about half an inch apart for each. He looked them over twice before staring into his own bright crystal-like green eyes, they were a mystery of their own. And finally he took one quick glance at his messy black hair, he already knew he forgot to brush it.
SMASH THOSE STUPID FOOLS
» MAKE THEM WRITHE «
. t h e . p l a y e r .
Name: Volera Smith
Age: 17
Experience: not too much, maybe a few months in total
Password: Code Lyoko
Contacts: pm
RP Sample:
Time was running out and he already knew it, Volera's footsteps made violent "clacks" as he ran down the alleyway. His black steeled machete already free from its protective sheath, rocking near his right thigh as Volera didn't stop. Determined to stop whatever took his only sister, Jess, his rage pumping with each breath.
He took another corner till he saw his sister on the stone-cold earth trying to crawl from the monster. "You get way from her!" He bellowed as he sprinted to his sisters aid. The monster turned rapidly to face his unexpected foe, but he was too late, Volera already took a swing at the monsters head.
The monster was able to easily dodge the first blow from the rather quick opponent, and the monster prepared his own strike only to find the crocodile teeth side of the machete in its throat. Volera then pulled back as the machete took a nasty bunch of fleshed chunks from the monster, Jess looked on in horror as she pulled herself from the ground.
Volera thinking he had the upper hand looked over to his sister, "Get out of here Jess!" He exclaimed. The monster then suddenly shrieked as though it understood what was going on. Volera turned back to face the monster only to get swiped by four six-inch long claws across the face. Stunned Volera placed his shield up upon instinct and luckily blocked the second clawed hand.
Then Volera used a shield bash that knocked the monster off guard, grabbing better foothold he does it a second time which was better than the first. As the monster fell off guard Volera quickly wiped his blood covered face, then prepared for a final bow to the monster's open chest.
The monster was scrambling on the floor as he heard a loud thud, looking to see that his opponent tossed his shield. The monster then attempted to get to his feet but only got as far as the knees as a black steeled strike took him back down. The monster was on his belly now trying to crawl away, Volera did not let it go real far before placing the final thrust through the monsters torso.
THIS WITCH IS BACK
» TO BRING HER WRATH UPON THE SEA «
. c h a r a c t e r . i n t r o d u c t i o n .
Introduction: Combat boots clattered and echoed through the empty streets of Traverse Town, not like the streets were empty before, its been always like so after the attack of the heartless. Volera Smith, ex fighter during the attacks of the heartless, now walks alone to the local first district. He is in no hurry, no running or speed walking, but rather a slow stride as he was lost in his thoughts. He crossed one of the smaller stores to make his final turn into the first district.
He thought he took another few casual steps before he realized
otherwise, frozen solid like a statue. He found himself turning around in the street as he went back in time to see one of the many events he took here as a child. It was night time, and it was raining; he was twelve, free, young, and had not a care in the world. Or at least until the first monster came. Before Volera could recall those dark moments he shook himself out of it. "That was years ago," he angrily said to himself. " it's time to move on." Then after a rather long minute he picked up his feet one by one into the nearest general goods store.
TRITON CAN'T BE RID OF ME
» NOT THAT EASILY «
. p e r s o n a l i t y ; t r a i t s .
Personality: "Umm is this really necessary?" asked Volera. "Not that I am avoiding the questions just its not me to simply talk about myself so openly." He took a glance around him, an odd moment passed as he seemed to look to see if anyone else was around. "But if you must know I guess I can say a few things for you." He motioned to the small corner table of the room where the least amount of people were.
The both of you take seats opposite sides. "Now where to begin," he started. "I on a single shot would tell you I am like a naive raccoon. Not that I am an animal or anything but rather on the personal note." He repositioned himself on the awkward seat. "I am shy, but once you know me you will see I have a care free personality that is like a welcoming of hope. But the very second you mess with me I can become an instant nightmare."
Volera bit his lip, as though he was sorry for speaking so loud. "Like my fighting style, I do not always find the fire in me to strike first." he stated. "But without a doubt I will protect myself and others if need be as I so have been doing the last few years guarding the hotel from the heartless. So that is what you could say about me really."
AND LIKE ALL WHO DARE DEFY ME
» HE WILL LEARN HIS LESSON WELL «
. y o u r . s t r e n g t h .
Physical Strength: "I might of mentioned before that I would rather play guard than attack another first." said Volera. "Striking is not my first and favorite thing, although I can honestly say that I can hit just as hard as the rest of them." Volera took a few steps near his small table, picking up his first weapon of choice the black steel machete. He appeared to have been in a trance as he rotated it from its sharp bladed side to its crocodile like teeth on the other side.
He then looked back at the other figure, "Sorry," he quickly said. "almost forgot you were there, so where were we?" You mention about his view on his physical strength. "Oh okay then let me think," he looked to the ceiling, grasping his thoughts. "I am an incredibly fast runner and only three here so far ever beat me in a race. Then along with acrobatics I can hold my own despite I am not the best." He looks to you directly as he shrugs. "Meh... I am not the greatest, but neither the worst."
FLOTSAM AND JETSAM!
» LOYAL DARLINGS, STRONG AS THE TIDE «
. y o u r . s t o r y .
history: "Me? Well... no one really asked me that before." Said Volera as he was sitting on an upside down pale not to far from the hotel's entrance. "I mean, sure people asked me about who I am and all, " he stated. " but not about my past."
"So to get it over with I really don't know," Volera said as he looked into the sky trying to recall anything worth while. "The Smith family took me in because they found me on the cold alley floor about fifteen years ago." He looks back down into the eyes of the other individual, only to quickly turn his attention to the persons feet. "They always wanted a boy," he said. "but due to their age they simply could not do such on their own, so here I am." He took a daring gaze into the eyes once more as he was finished saying what he had to.
"But more recently as I grew older I took in fighting against the heartless protecting the hotel." he nervously said, recalling the living nightmares of a seemingly endless wave of monsters. "I did not get any training really, it somewhat came naturally to me as though I did it my whole life."
SWEETEST POOPSIES
» HASTEN TO MY SIDE «
. l o o k . l i k e .
Appearance: Volera seemed to always take a good long look at himself in the mirror as he got ready for anything during the night. Hand on hip as the other held his homemade shield crafted from a motorcycle windshield. One of his prized possessions since he created it himself. He then took a look to his pale-green shaggy like pants. One pant leg was missing, so everyone called it a "shant".
His other apparel was not too different, also pale-green and old looking. The Pale-green t-shirt hid well under his favorite hoody, which was inside out on purpose from the maker. Worn and torn Volera held to it with pride since not a single other person had one. He stood out like a sore thumb, especially with a black sheath strapped to his back that held a more deadly black steeled machete.
Looking back to his face now, he seemed to notice for the first time four long and narrow scars stretch from the top right of his head, down to his chin about half an inch apart for each. He looked them over twice before staring into his own bright crystal-like green eyes, they were a mystery of their own. And finally he took one quick glance at his messy black hair, he already knew he forgot to brush it.
SMASH THOSE STUPID FOOLS
» MAKE THEM WRITHE «
. t h e . p l a y e r .
Name: Volera Smith
Age: 17
Experience: not too much, maybe a few months in total
Password: Code Lyoko
Contacts: pm
RP Sample:
Time was running out and he already knew it, Volera's footsteps made violent "clacks" as he ran down the alleyway. His black steeled machete already free from its protective sheath, rocking near his right thigh as Volera didn't stop. Determined to stop whatever took his only sister, Jess, his rage pumping with each breath.
He took another corner till he saw his sister on the stone-cold earth trying to crawl from the monster. "You get way from her!" He bellowed as he sprinted to his sisters aid. The monster turned rapidly to face his unexpected foe, but he was too late, Volera already took a swing at the monsters head.
The monster was able to easily dodge the first blow from the rather quick opponent, and the monster prepared his own strike only to find the crocodile teeth side of the machete in its throat. Volera then pulled back as the machete took a nasty bunch of fleshed chunks from the monster, Jess looked on in horror as she pulled herself from the ground.
Volera thinking he had the upper hand looked over to his sister, "Get out of here Jess!" He exclaimed. The monster then suddenly shrieked as though it understood what was going on. Volera turned back to face the monster only to get swiped by four six-inch long claws across the face. Stunned Volera placed his shield up upon instinct and luckily blocked the second clawed hand.
Then Volera used a shield bash that knocked the monster off guard, grabbing better foothold he does it a second time which was better than the first. As the monster fell off guard Volera quickly wiped his blood covered face, then prepared for a final bow to the monster's open chest.
The monster was scrambling on the floor as he heard a loud thud, looking to see that his opponent tossed his shield. The monster then attempted to get to his feet but only got as far as the knees as a black steeled strike took him back down. The monster was on his belly now trying to crawl away, Volera did not let it go real far before placing the final thrust through the monsters torso.