Post by Aderyn on Jul 3, 2006 2:36:53 GMT 12
Name: Aderyn Cyncad
Alias: Bird (Also nicknamed Ryn)
Age: 15 years
Gender: Female
Weapon(s): Generally her fists, she can also use a knife and an assortment of other weapons rarely found outside a martial arts school
Tribe: Wharf Rats
Rank: Omega? (I don’t entirely understand the ranks…help would be greatly appreciated)
Nationality: American
Politics: What’s supposed to go here? (Call me stupid, but I just can’t figure it out. ><)
Romantic Orientation: Bisexual, if anything…
Appearance: Rather tall for her age, Aderyn has blond hair that hangs down just past her shoulders when out, although this is a rare occurance. Instead, she pulls it back into a rather messy ponytail, which suits her purposes — to keep it out of her way. Her dreamy hazel eyes are framed by long lashes and seem to change slightly depending opn what else she’s wearing. Dimples appear at the corners of her mouth when she manages to crack a smile, though this — once again — is a rare occurance.
Suntanned from far too much time spend out-of-doors, Aderyn has high cheekbones and arching eyebrows, making her seem eternally sarcastic or surprised, depending. She gains a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose in summer, and both her hands and feet are largely callused. Her fingernails are bitten to stubs, a habbit left over from a time when she was a very different person, and self-inflicted knife scars criss-cross her arms.
She holds herself like one confident of her status and abilities, whether or not she is at any given time, and her expressions rarely give insight to her inner thoughts or emotions. However, despite her best efforts, her eyes often show everything; likely part of the reason she usually avoids others’ gaze, unless she has a point to make that won’t be believed any other way. Aderyn moves with a feral, loping grace and is stronger and faster than she looks.
Attitude: Cold, uncaring, cruel, — all part of her outer façade. She never laughs, never cracks a smile, never cries. She likes to distance herself from others as much as possible, for although she will work with them, she doesn’t want to get too close. In her experience, love equals grief equals more pain, and she doesn’t want to be part of that equation ever again. Her old friends have all been virtually killed as far as her remembrance of them goes — she occasionally remembers a name, but their faces have been blanked from her mind, and that’s the way she likes it.
Aderyn lives in a gray world, where no color is apparent and everything is confused and turbulent. She can’t figure out who she is, or who she wants to be. She’s prone to keeping her emotions bottled up inside, and then lashing out for no reason at an innocent bystander when she gets fed up. Always ready with a sarcastic remark, her voice is often cold or removed, as if she pays no attention to the conversations she has.
Prone to swearing, she tries to hide her inner thoughts at all costs. Her mouth is like a clamshell — when she wishes to keep something from you, nobody will pry it out. She doesn’t seem to mind pain too much, as far as the physical kind goes, but shies away from emotional contact because she fears the mental kind so much. She also hates the unknown, although she doesn’t mind darkness at all.
Her soul hides underneath the many layers of padding she has placed over it, from prickly to troubled and sarcastic to downright angry. But if you ever reach her heart, she is a different person entirely. This is where the old Aderyn lies, the one that wishes for her mommy each night and cries out for sunlight and simplicity. She can be brave, she can be loyal, she can even be kind. She used to be all those things, up until she turned fourteen and found out that the world was a dark, cruel place. She will live in it, but, “I don’t have to like it. I just have to live as if my life is a flipping paradise. No one need ever know the difference.”
Notable History: Born the only child of two ordinary, working parents, Aderyn sometimes wonders how everything went so wrong. While she wasn’t the most popular kid up through middle school, she wasn’t exactly unpopular, either, and wasn’t troubled by thoughts of depression or suicide. But that all changed as she entered her freshman year…
Over the summer before she entered ninth grade, Aderyn’s life took a dramatic change. In mid-July, one of her best friends, June, committed suicide for an unexplained reason. It was dramatic and unexpected; June had always been cheerful and optimistic, and no one could figure out what had caused her to change so rapidly. She had touched many lives, and her funeral was a large one, Aderyn alone not shedding a tear.
Before she had even begun to get over June’s death, her parents died within a week of one another. Her mother was killed in a freak accident with a drunk driver, while her father accidentally got in the way of some gang fight, and was killed in the crossfire. Aderyn was forced to switch to an entirely knew city three weeks into the school year.
At her new school she was depressed and silent, labled as a loner almost immediately. She was in shock, though no one cared why, or even noticed really. She was an easy target, for it seemed she never fought back, and rumors about her spread like wildfire. Rude or downright mean notes were left on her locker, and she got into multiple fights those first few months, as bullies attacked and then — when she proved her worth as a fighter, although she still didn’t care enough to put much into it, people challenged her just to see if they could win.
Contrary to what some might have thought, Aderyn looked forward to those fights. They were a way to let off steam, an outlet she had never before had. She loved the adrenaline rushes these brought her, and honed her skills until she could be deadly — though she never really tried to kill her classmates. Not yet.
She became addicted to pain, attempted suicide three times and cut herself regularly when not fighting, just to make sure she could feel something. And concentrating on the burning in her wrist was better than concentrating on the burning in hear heart.
No one noticed. No one cared.
Finally, about six months ago, she hit the breaking point. A classmate — she had never even bothered to learn his name — let loose a casual jibe. He was one of the few who was actually semi-nice to her — at least most of the time — and didn’t engage in spreading rumors about her behind her back like the rest of the school, but Aderyn neither noticed nor cared.
She was on top of the boy immediately, and they tussled for a while, but she came out on top easily, as she had been taking martial arts since the age of seven — leaving him unconscious. She was hauled off to the principal’s office where they and her grandmother — who she’d been staying with — discussed her ‘problems’, Aderyn letting off the occasional sarcastic remark. The boy’s parents were talking about suing, the principal said, though they might still be swayed if Aderyn offered an immediate apology and her grandmother payed hospital bills.
Aderyn laughed, then, sounding half crazed. She declined immediately, and while all the grown-ups in the room pressed her, she would not change her answer, not for anything. A strange woman, who she found out then was a social worker, told her that she was making this very difficult — Oh congratulations, you’ve finally figured that out, was Aderyn’s reply — and was facing expultion at the very least. Judging by the tendencies displayed at this meeting, she was also facing juvenial whatchamahoozey. Her grandmother, the social worker said, would loose a lot of money, and the school a lot of respect and money. Aderyn’s response? Good.
And then, before anyone could do anything, she was up and moving. Despite the fact that the principal’s office was a second-story one, and it was a long way to fall, she climbed out the window, giving the assembled adults only a rather feral smile to remember her by. They peered out the window, trying to find her mangled body or something, but there was nothing — she was well and truly gone.
In fact, Aderyn had found a small dent in the building; probably unintentional, and it was rather cramped, but it suited her purposes. Once they had gone back inside, she climbed down the building, thankful that it was brick and not very well laid brick, either; there were many hand- and footholds to be had.
She then ran off, making out for New Pork. Having seen plenty of TV and radio broadcasts, she realized that it was the place for misfits and problem kids like her, and made that her destination — she didn’t really want to catch a plane to LA to check that ‘settlement’ out.
Just over a month ago, she entered the Tribe territories, managing to stumble into the wharf rats’ territory almost immediately. Needless to say, she was found and accepted into their tribe. She now knows the basics of living as a Rat, though has yet to make a name for herself. She plans to, however, and is concentrating on getting to know everyone around her as quickly as possible.
Reputation: Silent, calm, and cold, she hasn’t made much of a name for herself yet, but she will. Eventually.
Alias: Bird (Also nicknamed Ryn)
Age: 15 years
Gender: Female
Weapon(s): Generally her fists, she can also use a knife and an assortment of other weapons rarely found outside a martial arts school
Tribe: Wharf Rats
Rank: Omega? (I don’t entirely understand the ranks…help would be greatly appreciated)
Nationality: American
Politics: What’s supposed to go here? (Call me stupid, but I just can’t figure it out. ><)
Romantic Orientation: Bisexual, if anything…
Appearance: Rather tall for her age, Aderyn has blond hair that hangs down just past her shoulders when out, although this is a rare occurance. Instead, she pulls it back into a rather messy ponytail, which suits her purposes — to keep it out of her way. Her dreamy hazel eyes are framed by long lashes and seem to change slightly depending opn what else she’s wearing. Dimples appear at the corners of her mouth when she manages to crack a smile, though this — once again — is a rare occurance.
Suntanned from far too much time spend out-of-doors, Aderyn has high cheekbones and arching eyebrows, making her seem eternally sarcastic or surprised, depending. She gains a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose in summer, and both her hands and feet are largely callused. Her fingernails are bitten to stubs, a habbit left over from a time when she was a very different person, and self-inflicted knife scars criss-cross her arms.
She holds herself like one confident of her status and abilities, whether or not she is at any given time, and her expressions rarely give insight to her inner thoughts or emotions. However, despite her best efforts, her eyes often show everything; likely part of the reason she usually avoids others’ gaze, unless she has a point to make that won’t be believed any other way. Aderyn moves with a feral, loping grace and is stronger and faster than she looks.
Attitude: Cold, uncaring, cruel, — all part of her outer façade. She never laughs, never cracks a smile, never cries. She likes to distance herself from others as much as possible, for although she will work with them, she doesn’t want to get too close. In her experience, love equals grief equals more pain, and she doesn’t want to be part of that equation ever again. Her old friends have all been virtually killed as far as her remembrance of them goes — she occasionally remembers a name, but their faces have been blanked from her mind, and that’s the way she likes it.
Aderyn lives in a gray world, where no color is apparent and everything is confused and turbulent. She can’t figure out who she is, or who she wants to be. She’s prone to keeping her emotions bottled up inside, and then lashing out for no reason at an innocent bystander when she gets fed up. Always ready with a sarcastic remark, her voice is often cold or removed, as if she pays no attention to the conversations she has.
Prone to swearing, she tries to hide her inner thoughts at all costs. Her mouth is like a clamshell — when she wishes to keep something from you, nobody will pry it out. She doesn’t seem to mind pain too much, as far as the physical kind goes, but shies away from emotional contact because she fears the mental kind so much. She also hates the unknown, although she doesn’t mind darkness at all.
Her soul hides underneath the many layers of padding she has placed over it, from prickly to troubled and sarcastic to downright angry. But if you ever reach her heart, she is a different person entirely. This is where the old Aderyn lies, the one that wishes for her mommy each night and cries out for sunlight and simplicity. She can be brave, she can be loyal, she can even be kind. She used to be all those things, up until she turned fourteen and found out that the world was a dark, cruel place. She will live in it, but, “I don’t have to like it. I just have to live as if my life is a flipping paradise. No one need ever know the difference.”
Notable History: Born the only child of two ordinary, working parents, Aderyn sometimes wonders how everything went so wrong. While she wasn’t the most popular kid up through middle school, she wasn’t exactly unpopular, either, and wasn’t troubled by thoughts of depression or suicide. But that all changed as she entered her freshman year…
Over the summer before she entered ninth grade, Aderyn’s life took a dramatic change. In mid-July, one of her best friends, June, committed suicide for an unexplained reason. It was dramatic and unexpected; June had always been cheerful and optimistic, and no one could figure out what had caused her to change so rapidly. She had touched many lives, and her funeral was a large one, Aderyn alone not shedding a tear.
Before she had even begun to get over June’s death, her parents died within a week of one another. Her mother was killed in a freak accident with a drunk driver, while her father accidentally got in the way of some gang fight, and was killed in the crossfire. Aderyn was forced to switch to an entirely knew city three weeks into the school year.
At her new school she was depressed and silent, labled as a loner almost immediately. She was in shock, though no one cared why, or even noticed really. She was an easy target, for it seemed she never fought back, and rumors about her spread like wildfire. Rude or downright mean notes were left on her locker, and she got into multiple fights those first few months, as bullies attacked and then — when she proved her worth as a fighter, although she still didn’t care enough to put much into it, people challenged her just to see if they could win.
Contrary to what some might have thought, Aderyn looked forward to those fights. They were a way to let off steam, an outlet she had never before had. She loved the adrenaline rushes these brought her, and honed her skills until she could be deadly — though she never really tried to kill her classmates. Not yet.
She became addicted to pain, attempted suicide three times and cut herself regularly when not fighting, just to make sure she could feel something. And concentrating on the burning in her wrist was better than concentrating on the burning in hear heart.
No one noticed. No one cared.
Finally, about six months ago, she hit the breaking point. A classmate — she had never even bothered to learn his name — let loose a casual jibe. He was one of the few who was actually semi-nice to her — at least most of the time — and didn’t engage in spreading rumors about her behind her back like the rest of the school, but Aderyn neither noticed nor cared.
She was on top of the boy immediately, and they tussled for a while, but she came out on top easily, as she had been taking martial arts since the age of seven — leaving him unconscious. She was hauled off to the principal’s office where they and her grandmother — who she’d been staying with — discussed her ‘problems’, Aderyn letting off the occasional sarcastic remark. The boy’s parents were talking about suing, the principal said, though they might still be swayed if Aderyn offered an immediate apology and her grandmother payed hospital bills.
Aderyn laughed, then, sounding half crazed. She declined immediately, and while all the grown-ups in the room pressed her, she would not change her answer, not for anything. A strange woman, who she found out then was a social worker, told her that she was making this very difficult — Oh congratulations, you’ve finally figured that out, was Aderyn’s reply — and was facing expultion at the very least. Judging by the tendencies displayed at this meeting, she was also facing juvenial whatchamahoozey. Her grandmother, the social worker said, would loose a lot of money, and the school a lot of respect and money. Aderyn’s response? Good.
And then, before anyone could do anything, she was up and moving. Despite the fact that the principal’s office was a second-story one, and it was a long way to fall, she climbed out the window, giving the assembled adults only a rather feral smile to remember her by. They peered out the window, trying to find her mangled body or something, but there was nothing — she was well and truly gone.
In fact, Aderyn had found a small dent in the building; probably unintentional, and it was rather cramped, but it suited her purposes. Once they had gone back inside, she climbed down the building, thankful that it was brick and not very well laid brick, either; there were many hand- and footholds to be had.
She then ran off, making out for New Pork. Having seen plenty of TV and radio broadcasts, she realized that it was the place for misfits and problem kids like her, and made that her destination — she didn’t really want to catch a plane to LA to check that ‘settlement’ out.
Just over a month ago, she entered the Tribe territories, managing to stumble into the wharf rats’ territory almost immediately. Needless to say, she was found and accepted into their tribe. She now knows the basics of living as a Rat, though has yet to make a name for herself. She plans to, however, and is concentrating on getting to know everyone around her as quickly as possible.
Reputation: Silent, calm, and cold, she hasn’t made much of a name for herself yet, but she will. Eventually.
