Apokalipse

I'll Be Miles Away [Apokalipse & dee]

It's alright! I'm patient and I understand, just keep me updated (:

Running from the World

@Prince of Seraphs

Err, did you miss my CS or did I miss your response?

I'll Be Miles Away [Apokalipse & dee]

@dee

Are you still busy? Or no longer interested? Just curious...no rush or anything, just haven't heard anything in awhile.

The Badlands

Sunshine

Sunshine hated a lot of things, but what Sunshine hated the most was the Badlands. The aristocracy, the politics, the Great Divide between the elitists and the dirt poor. And, somehow, Sunshine found herself with one foot in each world, hanging in Limbo. She knew things about the magnificent politicians around the Inner Circle, that, if they ever got out, could ruin their entire career – but why should she even bother? She was a hooker, a prostitute; who would listen to her? Among the things she hated, Independence Day was not one of them. It gave her reprieve from such inner turmoil over spilling the beans or eating them. Plus, it was the one day out of the entire year that no one looked at her like dirt on their shoe, or a toy to be used. Because on Independence Day, she was not a low-class rat or an “exotic dancer.” On Independence Day, she was Sunshine.

“Good day, Sunshine.” A beautiful brunette called and Sunshine pulled her in for a chaste kiss, her hands greedily slipping over her leather jacket. The smell and touch of leather jackets had filled her life from start and, hopefully, to finish – yet she couldn’t get enough of it.
“Bye, Sunshine!” The same brunette shouted enthusiastically as the redhead left her behind, her overwhelmed senses taking her to a new experience.

The dessert looked delectable, though Sunshine didn’t know what it was. It was a pastry of sorts, dripping with goopy jam that smelled suspiciously like cinnamon apple. The vendor behind the pastries gave her a coy smile; his lips crinkling as he slyly slipped the succulent sweet from the display, placing it on a plate. Sunshine bit her lip, digging into her shallow pockets, rounding up as much loose change as she could and slapping them onto the counter: one, two, three…

“Don’t sweat it, sweetheart. I’ll give you a discount, this is just enough!” His salt and pepper hair reminded her of a grandfather of sorts and Sunshine found herself stubbornly searching for some silver until all the money was placed on the counter. On Independence Day, she pays in full.

“Thank you, sir.” Sunshine dipped her head demurely, taking the pastry into her hands and ducking out of the vendor and crossing through the crowded street.

The first bite was the best. Aphrodisiac ambrosia abounded into her awaiting mouth, swathing her salmon-stained tongue with apple and nothing but apple. Though there was much more to be had on the streets on Independence Day and so Sunshine wandered from stall to stall until she saw a string of sapphire stones. The bold blue hue blinked with the breezy sky, glittering and goading. Sunshine stalked closer, her fingers barely touching the gems of the necklace when she heard an expectant sound.

Glancing up, Sunshine glared at a gray grandfather with an expectant gleam in his eye. Shrugging away is eyes, Sunshine straightened up and peered around the stall, her eyes catching onto another woman buying a bracelet. Wrapping her arms around herself, Sunshine bounced on the balls of her feet and grinned at the stranger.

“Great day, ain’t it? On Independence Day, the sun shines, don’t it?”

Running from the World

@ApokalipseI think our characters will get along well, judging by their powers.

@TheUnknowable

There's so many characters, I had to go look back at it. But I def sense a weird, but good, friendship with them XD

Running from the World

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I have a few examples in my (incomplete) character dump linked in my signature if you'd like to see it. That's why I mentioned longer CS skeletons. My usual format is kind of like this.

My personal formatting

Name written fancily

Picture

Age

Gender

Appearance Description

Picture

Personality

History

Picture

Miscellaneous

Picture

And of course, any extra parts aside from the standard CS categories would be thrown in there too. Depending on how many, I like to throw in some more. In my RPs, I like to include a 'relationship sheet' so I usually include a couple of pictures in that too.

@Undine

Sweet, I might have to start doing that.

Running from the World

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Hahaha maybe. I was influenced by a friend though--I spent so little time with my face claims until I joined a few RPs with him and was absolutely stunned by his beautiful character sheets. I'm trying to make mine pretty. It helps to have a lot more aspects to write about in the CS though to add more pretty pictures. Shorter CSs like this I usually only use one picture.

@Undine

I usually only use one gif, but I always have like a plethora of gifs that I cut out. I want to add more, but I never know where to add it in my CS format since its so orderly

@Prince of Seraphs
Have you had a chance to look at Elizaveta?

Running from the World

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I usually just do a google search. In this case I did a few searches for things like "hawaiian models" "hawaiian girl' 'hula dancer' because I think that's the type of girl Solita was going for.

I like using famous people for my face claims because there's so many gifs and pictures of them that I can incorporate into my character sheet, so I usually just browse [famous person name] gif hunt or [famous person] photoshoots. I don't really pay attention to the media and celebrities though, so I start off with "Blonde actress" or "African American models" and go through lists to see if there's one I like. Then I proceed to look for their photo shoots or gifhunts. Model Mayhem can also be good if you're looking for a face claim since people upload their portfolios.

I love using gifs in my character sheets, so I love using gif hunts. There's so many to choose from. Stock images are usually pretty good, but they usually have annoying watermarks on them. If you don't really care about formatting character sheets and making it really pretty, you could probably just find one picture that you like and end it there. But I have my own personal formatting and they involve multiple pictures/gifs.

@Undine

Are we the same person? Cause this is exactly what I do XD (Except I purposely chose Tatiana Maslany this round 'cause she fit my character perfectly)

Rosa Claire Academy; Cryptid Haven - High Casual

I should have a post up tonight or tomorrow night.

@Aspen Wren

Sweet! No rush (:

Running from the World

Elizaveta

Name:

Elizaveta Kedzierski

Age:

Twenty

Gender:

Female

Power:

Odynokinesis – the ability to manipulate pain
Elizaveta is able to mimic neurotransmitters and pulse them from her skin, to another’s skin, and then to their nerves. However, the only neurotransmitter she is able to mimic is aggravation or suppression. Therefore, Elizaveta is only able to generate pain within a chosen area of the victim or numb the pain of a chosen area. Elizaveta often utilizes this power by creating powerful jabs in which she hits her opponent, rapidly striking at the nerves. Unfortunately, Elizaveta’s power is useless in the face of a long-range or fast enemy. The pain she can generate is of varying degrees, but is unpredictable as she has not gotten a hang of it and so every hit can be a light twinge or an excruciating throb depending on her emotions, usually. Every person has a different pain tolerance, and sometimes things do not work out well for her because of it.

Nationality:

Ukraine

Bio:

Trailer trash. Elizaveta hated the label with every fiber of her being. Being born into a poor family wasn’t all that bad in the Ukraine, where most people lived in poverty. But at the age of ten, when her mom moved them to Florida, Elizaveta understood for the first time what it meant to be inferior. Her family didn’t have much money, and the nicest place they could afford was a cockroach ridden trailer surrounded by other cockroach ridden trailers. There was barely enough room for the four person family – comprised of mother and young brothers, Nikita and Ivan – and Elizaveta was forced to share the couch with her younger brothers. She didn’t mind, she had always been fiercely protective of the two after her father died. Yet, when others found out at her new American school, Elizaveta had never felt more ashamed in her life. Trailer trash. It followed her wherever she went, as everyone always knew – was it her matted, usually oily hair that gave her away? Or her clothes that were always filled with holes and rips (it was always embarrassing when she got dress-coded and had to cover the holes in her clothing with duct tape)?

It was around the age of twelve that she discovered the release of self-harm. She didn’t do it much, only when the bullying got really bad. She tried to hide it as best as she can, but living in such a small space, her mother was doomed to find out. Her mother never told her that she knew, never said a word, until one day her mother unceremoniously pulled her out of class and brought her to a therapist. The matriarch had been saving up her money ever since she saw the scratches on her precious daughter’s arm. Under the care of Dr. Gagnon, Elizaveta was diagnosed with Clinical Depression. He believed strongly that Elizaveta’s recent bullying had helped bring the disorder out. He prescribed her medicine, but it was expensive and her mother didn’t know how she would pay for it. She managed somehow, but Elizaveta knew she was struggling even more than before.

She was thirteen when she decided to do it. It was a tucked away area that nobody would ever see, and Elizaveta was convinced that nobody would catch her. Growing cannabis was the easiest thing she had done since she moved to America. Going to a public school filled with a bunch of medium-waged white kids made for easy pickings – she started with the smarter kids and the athletes, due to the “stress” they often had to deal with. Soon, she was the school’s pot dealer. She rolled in the dough off of pot like Rick Ross did off of cocaine. However, Elizaveta was forced to adopt a faux tough-girl act, so her buyers wouldn’t take advantage of her. She fueled rumors about her being involved in gangs, or having murdered someone, and even more ridiculous ones like being a trained assassin. Her mother was skeptical of the money and tried to refuse it multiple times, but Elizaveta was able to sneak it into envelopes and paying bills when her mother was off at work.

At the age of sixteen, cops came snooping around the school after one of the richer kids got caught with a doobie. Of course, they didn’t give Elizaveta’s name directly, but they gave enough hints that Elizaveta had to halt her business for a few months. When the kid came back to school, Elizaveta made sure to corner him, putting on her tough girl act and threatening him as much as she could. He didn’t buy it, unfortunately, and mouthed off to her, threatening her back. Next, well, Elizaveta doesn’t really know how it happened. She was just so frustrated and angry that next thing she knew, her hand was wrapped around the boy’s throat and tears were welling up in his eyes with pain. After that, no one dared to even talk about turning her in.

Throughout the years, Elizaveta experimented with her power, but it only brought about extreme results when she was experiencing tremendous emotions. Knowing that she causes pain triggered something in her; she saw herself as a monster, cursed by God. The self-harming started again, this time though, she wouldn’t feel it and it made her angry. She stopped taking her medicine and became a walking hurricane of emotions. She became careless. When the police parked outside of her trailer, she knew she was in trouble. Her brothers were asleep and her mother was at work – she couldn’t put her family through another hardship. She escaped by the window – crimes weren’t that severe over pot in America, so she planned to just wait it out.

For a month, she lived with the homeless in Orlando, huddled in boxes and dining at the soup kitchen. At the age of nineteen, there was a slight hope for others to take pity on her, but most didn’t. A lot of the homeless suffered from diseases and infections and Elizaveta took it upon herself to numb the pain of them, though she couldn’t heal them. Somehow, her miracle healing got around, and before the second month was up, she was captured by the corporation.

Personality:

Despite the tough front she puts on, Elizaveta is a sweetheart in reality. She is controlled easily by her emotions and acts impulsively on these emotions. Elizaveta is protective of her family and will do whatever she needs to in order to take care of them, even if it is against her moral code. It is easy to manipulate Elizaveta and she often gets distraught when she is taken advantage of. She is withdrawn; but isn’t stoic, rather just uncomfortably awkward around others when stripped of her bad girl persona. Elizaveta is a pessimist and is severely depressed; she believes the world was meant to burn, but deep down she has hope for the future. When she is open and talking, she is sarcastic and sassy.

Other:

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