Hiii~~!! Here's muh app! ~~~~ [h2][i]Lady Ascension[/i] / Aimee Askins[/h2] [img]http://ow.ly/Mdio8[/img] ~~~~ [hider=Aimee~~<3!!] [color=ed1c24][h2][/h2][/color] [u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Aimee Askins. [quote][i]Hey, it's me Aims. Aimee Askins. Yeah. Hey. We were in Maintenance 101 remember? Oh. Okay. Well, actually I sat right beside you... so there's this little get together and—oh my Call sign? Well... it's not[/i][/quote] [u][b]Code Name:[/b][/u] Lady Ascension. [i][quote][i]It's Miss Aces. Your Dealer...cuz I gets ya sooo high, baby! Yayuh! Hahahah! ... ums. Ahem. Yeah, no. No, you're right. It's not. I'm called Lady Ascension. Sorry. But so like as I was saying... there's this little-- oh, okay. So just text if you-- okay. Right. Later...[/i][/quote][/i] [u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 20 [i][quote]Yeah, I just turned 20! So you got the invite to my party, right? But I didn't see your response. I was-- hey, where are you going...? Wait up... I.. I just wanted to... to... uhhh... Neverminds...[/quote][/i] [u][b]Gender[/b][/u]: Female. [quote][i]Hey! So I've got this party I'mma host—just a little shindig thang and... what? Yeah, my girlfriend is gonna be there. Why? What? No, she just speaks her mind...! 'Rin's nice... she is. She just... oh. Okay. Later... [/i][/quote] ~~~~ [u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] 5'8" / 140lbs. Hazel green eyes that shift to deep brown with flecks of gold / Chin length black hair. Athletic build / lightly tan coloured skin. Dark eye makeup is a must. Wears mostly black and/or neutral coloured clothes. Loves to accent with vibrant coloured shawls, scarves, gloves and hats. Loves to wear boots or flip-flops. Always seen with her new brightly lit headphones and sketchbook kit. Doesn't speak much, but it's not hard to see her moods change with eye colour and facial expressions. [quote][i]I think I look good today...! I put on pit stick..! I brushed my teeth...! Meh... Just gonna email 'Rin...[/i][/quote] ~~~~ [u][b]Psychological Profile:[/b][/u] The eager and driven artist. The quiet and awkward loser-girl. The talented, perceptive and beautiful mind, trapped in the skin of a reluctant warrior. Dual natured soldier. She follows orders and Aims will always force herself to excel. But. The repressed in her, the rebel, the daredevil, Lady Ascension, will not be chained down for always. [i][quote]Hey, baby, hey. I miss you soooooooooooooo much, chick! Cuz like grrrr! Holy crap 'Rin!! I can't stand it!! I got the invite to [b]Div. Six[/b] and still things just don't change. You were wrong. I tried sooooo hard to invite people to my party. But, I think only 4 people said they were gonna go!!! Why did you have to go and turn down a post over here! Seriously! I wish you were here. I told people you were gonna go. Now they just think I'm all weird again. All over again. It's why I just shut my mouth. Who's awkward and loner? Yeah. Wut-evs. They just don't get me when I say things out loud. But you're right about one thing. I notice so much more about things by being so quiet. And I guess it does help that I think outside the box too. So yeah, to get in, I did ace all my piloting tests. Ground, air, marine... sim and live, I nailed it, chick! Lady Aces up in Div. Six! Yayuh!!! But... well, they did kinda gets all pissed at me when they saw all the doodles on the cockpit panels. But Hey! I did like you said! Whatever it takes to keep me calm, right? People think I'm weird when I 'air-draw' So screw it right? I drew for really reals! Hahahah! No, but you're right about another thing actually. The Zone on canvas is just like the Zone in the air or on asphalt. Sooo... ya wanna zone in on my asphalt, know what I mean, chick? Hahahah. But for reals, though: Hey, baby, hey, come on over to see me, okay? I don't know what I'd do without you! See if you can't get time off betwee Oh! Who am I kidding. I'll see ya when I see ya. But thank you sooooo much for the headphones! Wow, 'Rin! Where'd you get the coin?! I'm sooooooooo broke! I wish my folks had coin like Victor Money-Stainer. Naw, he's a cool guy. And that's okay. I'll pay my folk's back. Fo'sho. Okay, but Erin. Don't get mad, baby. Please. But I been hanging out with 'you-know-who' a lot more. Hey, they're nice, okay? They had my back throughout the whole time at the Academy! You know that! They're gonna be at the party, so you can't get mad cuz it's my birthday. And they're like... oh gosh, 'Rin. Other than you, they're my only friend here. Oh! There's also... meh. Maybe not. So sad. But you're right. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to fulfill my duty. I'm here to get paid. I came here to Deal. The Lady is here to gets ya hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh! All Aces, baby!! Yayuh!!! Hahahah... okay. Miss ya, Erin. I do. Let me know the very second you're done your tour, okay? ~Sweet kisses and dirty touches~ Loves ya later, baby. Aims. Oh yeah and I only had 2 ciggies today. Well, including now, 3. ish. maybe 4. Jeeeez! Just know I cut back okay!!![/quote][/i] ~~~~ [u][b]Specialty:[/b][/u] Pilot/Driver – Logi [quote]They say they chose me because of my physical traits like vision, hand-eye co-ordination, and reaction times. But Sergeant Mizuna also said it's because when the inferno rages on, I'm at my best. The ice is on. I take the chances because I just know somehow. I Deal. Then I see it. All Aces. All high. [/quote] [u][b]Skill Appraisal: [/b][/u] [quote][i]Drawing and painting? A!! Sir! Yes, sir! Beating up the bad guys. Not so A...! Why bother anyways? I'll just drop fire from heaven on them. Hahahah...[/i][/quote] ~~~~ [u][b]Bloodline:[/b][/u] - [i][quote]Hmmm... how do I describe it? Oh! Okay. It's where I go to see things move between the spaces between time. My eyes are open but I don't see reality like most peeps do. It's a weird kind of focus. I just know which chance to take. In movies, they call it 'bullet-time?' Things are slowed to almost dead speed. But in the Zone, it's like you have all the time in the world to see and react. But it's not like arching over backwards in that 'just right pose' to avoid all bullets shot at you. But... it is similar. When I'm in the Zone... it's like I'm painting. All brushstrokes I make are correct in my Zone. But there is that one... That one incomplete brushstroke that makes my heart race while I'm in the Zone, because completing it is like... ahhhhh, yes. Fulfilment. And so thats the path I choose. It works like my Code name. Ascension. A higher plane. A heightened state of mind and being. Yeah, it's kinda like that Danny Phantom dude's bloodline, but mine only works while I'm in control of a vehicle. An extension of me, I guess. It's a split-second reaction in the heat of the moment, when lives are on the line; it's the difference between crashing in defeat or cruising to victory. But it also works for the long haul. It also works against pain. Mental and physical. If you know me, you know that I'm quiet. I can't get hurt when I don't open my mouth. I just find myself in the Zone and paint my feels away. You can't hurt me there. [/quote][/i] ~~~~ [hider=Personal History] What can I say. I'm a nobody. I grew up in nobody-ville, population 22,002. My dad worked the trainyard and mom was part time at a flower boutique. We had a crappy little house that leaked all the time and a crappy little car that broke down all the time. But hey, what can I say. I'm easy to please. I thought we were okay. I was an only child but I wouldn't say I was spoiled. Like I did ride horses when I was younger. But we couldn't afford that. But I got into Then I really really really got into riding mountain bikes. I even won several comps! Actually it really wasn't until I started painting that I started winning comps. But it's weird. You think I'd have been a popular kid since I wons some trophies, right? But no. I wasn't. I was always that weird chick. I said weird things and still had imaginary friends till I was 9. I painted them and so I had to go to therapy. There was something wrong with me apparently. And that's how I got into horses. It was part of the therapy. Like my folks couldn't afford therapy let alone horse riding to yeah, that's the real reason we stopped. But apparently therapy cured me. So we stopped that too. But I kept painting. And then I got into mountain bikes. And then those people said I cheated to win. And I got kicked out. Somehow a bunch of riders crashed and somehow, impossibly I made it through and won. They said it was a dirty win. I somehow managed to make them crash. But all I did was slip past them. They said I was dirty. And someone even threw rocks into our window with mean messages tied to them. I kept painting. But thrown rocks weren't the only things tossed at me. Why were other kids so mean to me? They called me names and picked on me. I got beat up. When I was fourteen, I was invited to a party. Finally! But I wasn't invited cuz they liked me. No. A bunch of older boys locked me up in a room. They were going to do very bad things to me. And so I fought back. And it was me that did very bad things to them. When the police finally came and took me away, they said I was painting while those boys lay there, silently, on the dark carpet. Know what I was painting? I was painting the reason why me, mom and dad moved out here to nobody-ville when I was little. I was painting the same thing I painted when I was nine. I painted my imaginary friends. I painted monsters doing bad things to people. At age nine I couldn't paint the faces properly. But at age fourteen I could. The monsters had my face on them. They were doing bad things to people; people with my dad's face on them. Oh gosh, I was staring at the ceiling in the station when I realized it. I had repressed the pain. And I was going to do it again. Repress it all throughout the rest of my teen life. I went to a special hospital for a year, and promptly after that I went back to school. I wasn't cured because I was still weird and all the rumours going on about me being broken goods was true. But I kept painting and found the safe place in my head that did not hurt. And they kept trying to hurt me. Then came that day when I was 17. I had to get away. They were going to really, really, really hurt me. I swear I knew they were. Just like that party with the boys when I was fourteen. And just like when I was five. We moved here a year later, I remember now. But I stole that car. I needed to. So I could get away. And I did get away. Until I ran out of gas. 9 police cars, 5 highway patrol cars, 3 blockades and 400kms later they finally caught me. I ran out of gas. It's the only reason they caught me. I was going to court when I first met Sergeant Mizuna. He said that I could start again. He said that a proper plea bargain was in order, if I agreed to take some tests. And so I agreed. And so I passed the tests. I was flown away and taken in to an alternative school then. Weird kids facility. Boot camp kinda reform school. A pre-req they said for 'The Academy.' I made a friend here. And a girlfriend. Her name is Erin Montgomery. She's blonde, beautiful and has big... brains. Hahahah! And I still love her to this day, 'Rin and her huuuuuge... brains. Hahahah... I liked that school. It took in juvenile delinquents and made them turn their lives around. Thieves, thugs, hackers, whores and all other sorts of broken goods in between. Even the painterly ones like me. And now look at me! I'm a graduate from 'The Academy!' And I'm now part of the elite group called Div. Six!! Me! A nobody from nobody-ville! I still have no idea how my folks could afford tuition for me there. But I'll pay them back. Cuz it's been sooooo long and I haven't seen them. I miss them too. Love em sooooo much too. They helped me succeed here regardless of how weird and loner I am here. It's soooooo worth repressing and burying deeper the pain and trauma of what they did to me when I was five. [/hider] ~~~~ [u][b]Weaponry:[/b][/u] Stun baton and standard issue sidearm. [quote][i]What, you expect me to carry twin titano-carbonixium made, shiny n' slick, spike-knuckled, spring-loaded, razor-bladed, hai-yah! in yer face thingies on me? Take a look at me. I'm the wheel woman. I'll just run you over! Hahahahah...! [/i][/quote] ~~~~ [u][b]Other relevant information: [/b][/u] Aimee smokes both regular and whacky tabacky cigarettes. Even though she always carries a sketchbook, she sometimes absentmindedly doodles on other peoples things. Aimee doesn't know her parents are part of a hit list if Div. Six messes with “a certain someone.” [/hider]