LovelyAnastasia

Shine City II: The Next Season

@Delta44@Takashi Ah hiding is he? With two pretty girls in love working together you won't be able to keep him from us for long...


*whispers* Livius is all mine~ hehehehehe~

Shine City II: The Next Season

<Snipped quote by BeastofDestiny>

Someone did? Damn, I would've played a yandere if I could XD But yes, I think you're right. The yanderes are REAL!

@Delta44

I KNOW RIGHT?! I totally would of too, but we are only allowed one character hehehe

@Oz@Delta44 Hmmm~ You are probably right. But as long as I get to monopolize Livius, I don't think I'll mind~ Perhaps we can work as a team and get them all to ourselves~

Shine City II: The Next Season

@Delta44@Takashi AIIIIIYA! NO WAY! SHOU MUST BE SHARED BY ALL! IT IS ONLY FAIR TAKA! IT IS ONLY FAIR DEL! DONT BE SO MEEEEAN

@LovelyAnastasia @Delta44 @Takashi This is all because someone suggested a serial killer based character isn't it?

@BeastofDestiny

Oh not at all. I just like yandere characters. Scary pycho hidden by sugary sweetness is the best.

Shine City II: The Next Season

@Delta44

Sorry, Rhi-sensei, but I won't share this one with you. Anyone but him. He's special.

Shine City II: The Next Season

Ahh time-skip!!

Would anyone want to interact with Livius?

How could you not? Look at his sweet, innocent face!

@Oz

He's a cutie and Imma make him a part of my collection~

CLOSED

@Altered Tundra Hope it's alright if I ask for another character. If there is anything I need to change, please tell me.

Kathleen M. McCloud/Zeus

Kathleen

" Affairs are easier of entrance than of exit; and it is but common prudence to see our way out before we venture in." - Aesop

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Theme Song

Personal Information

Name:
Kathleen Muira McCloud

Nickname:
Kathy, Leen Bean

Birth Date:
August 21

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Hetero

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In The Mirror

In Depth Appearance:
Kathlee has her mother’s red hair, her mother's hazel green eyes and her mother’s slender nymph-like frame. The only thing she has that at all resembles her father, is the stubborn set of her mouth when she gets in a bad mood and the flashing fury that appears in her eyes when she is furious. But despite everything she is rather pretty. She is rather tall, always holding her head up high and standing with a straight back. Leggy and always looking rather mischievous when she smiles, the only thing people can ever seem to think of when first meeting her is that ‘she looks like trouble’. Just like the casually greying sky before a storm. And that’s just the way she likes it.

Clothing Style:
She prefers to wear colorful or funny tank tops to show off her arms and neck, but she isn’t very busty, so she sticks to her other attractive traits. Well-fitted jeans, floral skirts, summery dresses, and frayed shorts are also usually in her closet. But in the very back are hidden t-shirts with various comic book heroes on them as well as Star Wars and Star Trek tees. She only ever wears them to bed, but they are some of her favorites. She almost always wears tennis shoes or cute canvas shoes that have a pattern on them. Overall Kathy wears very summery looking clothes till the very last moment of warm weather. Then she layers up and bundles herself till she can’t feel an ounce of the horrible chilly air.

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Delving Deeper

Likes:

• Doing the opposite of what she’s told to do
• Plenty of Folksy Covers of Songs on Youtube, Folk, and 80s Pop Music
• Making people think she is a total sl*t and then turning them down.
• Swimming, Shopping and Eating junk food
• Thunder storms and rain
• Dancing, Partying and Ignoring authority
• Campy 80s movies of any kind

Dislikes:

• People thinking she is some blonde jock-strap moron
• Roaming hands and entitled creeps
• People thinking she can’t take care of herself
• Being cold, like ever
• Being serious about things that put her in vulnerable positions
• Bad jokes that are just bad

Fears:

• Ending up like her mother
• Dying alone
• Small, dark cramped places underground

Habits:

• Going too far with her jokes and not taking things seriously enough.
• Making it rain inside when she is frustrated.
• Twirling her hair around her finger.
• Avoiding serious emotional topics.

Personality:

♦ Expressive ♦ Stubborn ♦ Two-Sided ♦ Competitive

Kathy may seem like the over confident and competitive daughter of someone incredibly powerful, but she is quite rebellious against her father’s reputation. She tries get others to see her as someone on their own level, hating any special treatment he the children of the Big Three usually get. She is tough, but it more of an internal toughness than just her durable lean body. She puts up acts that make her appear to be flirtatiously fickle, like most would want to believe, but she is a straight up shy kind of girl, thanks to her father’s treatment of her mother. Resentful of how he could just throw both of them away after turning their lives upside down, she absolutely refuses to be like him. In fact she hates the very idea of her even being a Demi deep down. She was the reason her mother got tossed into anguish. She was the reason her mother was always so unhappy and fearful. She was the reason everything went wrong in the end. And it was all her father’s fault for even allowing her to exist. But she won’t ever let anyone see that side of her. Not on purpose. No, she still has her father’s pride. She won’t allow herself to seem weak. Not in front of anyone fickle or at all like her father or those horrible golden sons of his.

Background:
Kathy was a mistake. She grew up with a single mother who, while not meaning to, seemed to constantly remind her of that fact. When she didn’t do well on a spelling test or got into a fight, her mother would wear the same expression she usually wore when looking at her, thinking Kathy wasn’t paying attention. It was a ball of leaden self-hatred her parents gave her along with her temper and stubborn streak. It was easy to keep an unwanted mistake hidden from Hera, Queen of the Gods, Wife of Zeus. He simple threw away anything to do with the red haired woman and her red haired daughter. He moved on to another lover. Simple as that. Her mortal mother always tried to tell her that her father was a wealthy and powerful man, someone who would lose too much if he ever came to rescue them from their crappy apartment and even crappier life. Little Kathy, only six years old, got hatred for her inheritance, not a life with a loving father and mother. Just regret and discontentment.

When she turned thirteen her mother got a husband. A horrible, leering man with hands that haunted Kathy’s nightmares. If he didn’t visit her on those dark night, when her mother was passed out drunk, she’d still have cold-sweat nightmares about the horrible man with monstrous hands that she could never out run. But the little girl never complained, never cried, never screamed for help. She’d just glare and turn coldly silent, a slowly building storm in her hazel-green eyes. Then one night her mother woke from her stupor and found her husband groping her daughter. And that same face from Kathy’s childhood crossed her mother’s features, before the woman turned her back and left the room.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. With a violent roar, wind smashed through the window of her room and tore into a spiral around her. Her hazel-green eyes were as bright as lightning as she hovered above her tormentor, the man who starred in her never ending nightmares, cowering at her feet. The tempest thrummed like a heart beat inside her. It was the first real comfort she had felt in such a long time. Lightning flashed across the sky and burned itself down into the floor. A man with golden hair and sky blue eyes, broad bare shoulders and smile lines around his cold, pursed mouth…

Anger pulsed through the little girl. Why was this man stopping her?! What right did he have to keep her from exacting justice?! The shining man put up a hand and the tempest around the little girl was silenced. Still hovering above her bed, the little girl started to cry. No, more like wailed. She screamed about every single thing she had ever kept bottled in and the cold faced, golden man softened.

Kathy’s mother had returned to the room when the lightning had flashed into the room. She stood, smiling, like she never had before, at the golden man who radiated power. He turned to the cowering mortal man at his feet and in a bright flash of light sent him somewhere Kathy would later find out was a hell built just for him, his own eternal residence in Tartarus. Seemed like it was one of those rare moments when Zeus and Hades ever actually agreed on anything.

In his single act of care towards his daughter, he put a haze over her mother’s mind. Brushing any memory of him or her now ex-husband with a wave of his hand. With an empty heart and hazy mind, it was the only way to ever get the mortal woman to truly care and love her daughter. But Kathy could remember. Remember the nightmares, the silent torture, and the crushing defilement that made her want to claw her skin from off her bones…

That night went unexplained for a long time, till a swan settled in the yard of their new trailer when Kathleen turned sixteen. It explained how she was a daughter of Zeus, King of the Gods, Ruler of All the Sky Touched. The swan answered any question the young girl asked and even ones she hadn’t. It also gave her a single gift, the only token she’d ever receive from her biological father. A small golden bird at the end of a thin golden chain. What it does, she still does not know. But the swan told her it would all be clear to her one day.

Soon she got accepted into Olympus Academy where she would learn to master her so-called gifts and meets other demi-gods like her. Including any sons and daughters of a certain God of All Gods. She was the born daughter of one of the Big Three. But that didn’t mean a mistake like her would ever be expected to become anything more than a passing regret defiled by mortal hands. Good thing she has made it her goal in life to get the recognition she deserves. She’d stubborn like that. Wonder why.

Extra: Kathy loves Wuthering Heights and Pride and Prejudice, which is pretty odd considering she doesn’t believe in love at all.

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Godly Information

Godly Parent: Zeus

Relationship With Godly Parent:
Bitter on her part and distant on his. To put it bluntly, she thinks he’s an a**hole who ruined her mothers life and made the mistake of letting her be born. Her father has always favored his sons. It’s unfair and she is not willing to forgive him any time soon. Screw that guy and anyone like him.

Godly Abilities:
Stormy Weather Around Here – While most sons of Zeus have superhuman strength or superhuman lightning throwing powers or superhuman idiocy, she’s got the power over storm clouds. You want rain, tornado or wind? Of course, be careful what you wish for. She isn’t exactly all that good at quality and quantity control just yet.

Up, Up and Away – Flying is one of the most terrifying and amazing things ever. But you are crazy if you think she has any control over it at all. It happens all the time when she sleeps. Some nights she’ll wake up on the ceiling and fall right onto the floor. It’s kind of irritating. Good thing she doesn’t bruise easy.

Shine City II: The Next Season

@Delta44 yeah they are on Sundays. Love the post by the way~ ♡

Winter's Breath (Otaku95)

@Otaku95 Dearling, do you think you might give me a bit more in that lat post? I'm sorry to ask, it's just that I don't know really how to respond to shorter replies... Sorry, sorry >.<" I've been spoiled by lengthy posts. Perhaps you could go through all of the time he was unconscious to the moment he starts to awaken? Like smells and sounds that drift into his dream along with the throbbing in his head? Sorry for asking, it's just I am a bit spoiled by casual and advanced rps, like you're Teenage Wasteland RP >.<

Teenage Wasteland

I've never really done a character like Cy before, so if anyone gets confused about anything in my posts, please feel free to ask me anything.

I just hope I'm doing a well enough job of writing her heh ^^"

@ravenDivinity Are you still confused on things?

@Doc Doctor About yer character, sweetling. Did he get approved by the GMs? I think they'd rather you post him in the OOC before approval, just so they don't overlook him and keep things in order. Of course if you pm'd them and he was approved, then disregard whatever I am saying. I just want to make sure he gets looked at and officialized so you can join up without delay.

Teenage Wasteland

The Cyclops

Pins and Needles Down the Spine

@Mivuli@MissCapnCrunch@Kei@Jangel13

Theme Song

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Sharp Shot was as deaf as he was dumb and blind it seemed. So instead of bothering with him any more, she turned her back on him. He wasn't even worth the energy. She had said her piece. If he wanted to play moron, or perhaps he really was just plain stupid, it didn't bother her a bit. Though if he wanted to step outside and go for a round with bare fists, she'd gladly pop that air-filled head of his.

"Aye, alrighty then," Cy grinned slightly, liking Badger Girl's no nonsense attitude about her business handling. She could respect anyone who kept up their trade well. And it seemed like she had more sense in her than Sharp Shot. She could hear Willow Pixie whispering behind her, but paid it no attention. For some reason she trust the thin, wispy girl. It was probably because she reminded her of an old O.S. connection of hers. While Cy prided herself on having connections to all the major gangs, she didn't have many true friends. Slice, a thin and pale kid who was only in the O.S. for the books they looked after, had the same deadpan look alway on his face. Ever since the kid had lost his family to the Virus, he hadn't cared a lick about his own pulse.

Cy had beat the tar out of him for almost getting himself killed. Getting him out of his dead-eyed haze was an insurmountable task that she knew she'd never be able to win against. But giving him something to do, something to live for, had given her some peace of mind. He was dug deeper into the O.S. than a tick on a mutt. And feeding her info seemed to be the only thing he truly enjoyed doing. The kid was loyal to a fault and she could respect anyone like that. Even if it was nigh bit closer to ridiculous the way they tried to throw their lives away. But in cases like that, they had to be their own saviors. There wasn't much anyone could do for them till they actually wanted to be saved. Till they actually desired to taste life once again.

Her back ached. The redheaded girl growled softly, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth. Looking up at Badger Girl as the Cyote smirked and smattered on his charm, Cy let out a wavering sigh. "I donna care who is interested in what," she sighed, "Please can ye just trade me some bandages, a bottle of watter and a bit o' salve, so I can clean up an' be on my way? I'm no' exactly comfortable here."

Her one green eye shifted back to the Cyote. "Well, you 'n I can speak after we finish tradin'," she said calmly, though she felt like she was getting a bit light headed, "It's rude ta keep the nice girl waitin'." She tilted her head to Marion and groaned a bit as she stood up straight.

"Ye can tell me sweet nothin's about whatever ye like later, Cyote," she smirked through her pain at his serious looking face. So he knew her, did he? Well, well, seemed he had a keener eye than most. His thinly veiled threat made her smile. A full lipped, rosy cheeked, girlish smile. "Let's talk about yer delightful services after I get my back mended, aye?" It sounded like mischievous and flirtatious banter with that smile on her face. But she was anything but a simpering fangirl.

Sliding the map towards Marion, she gave the other girl a lesser smile. Ah, but she was tired of this goings on. "All I want is wha' is a bottle of water, bandages and salve. That's it," she grit her teeth again, "An' if ye could hurry, t'would be appreciated."
"Listen, Cyote," she let the nickname roll off her tongue without looking at him, "Let's talk elsewhere about wha' ye have an' haven't seen, aye? I got things, ye got things, and we're both mighty interested in seein' what each other got." She rubbed a gloved palm over her face, pushing her fingers under the broad eye patch across her face. "But I ain't usually one ta share wit' the class," she pulled the patch off, right along with her hat.

An ugly scar was puckered across the side of a face that had obviously been rather symmetrical and heart-shaped at one time. While it had mostly missed the straight pert freckled nose, it had healed in an in an upside down crescent moon shape. The skin had been peeled back from her face, like someone had not only torn out her eye, but had made her suffer further. It had knitted itself back together, but the result of self tending had left uneven valleys and mounds of flesh around pink puckered scar tissue. The scars threading outwards from her eye tapered over her eyebrow and cheekbone. It wasn't exactly the most appetizing sight in the whole world. Plenty of people had scar, but not many of them were as...excessive as her little prize winner. Pushing her red hair back, so her face was in clear view, it was quiet clear that the wound had been made on purpose. Absolute and unrefined torture.

Rubbing her face down with the back of her hand, she smiled as if the scar still hurt. And sometimes it did. Remembering the hand of a lover that had turned into the hand of her torturer had made a wound deeper than the pucker ugly one on her skin. Fitting her eye patch back on, along with her hat, she leaned over the trading counter with a grimace and looked up at the golden-eye boy for a good long minute. She then turned and looked back at Badger Girl.

"We got ourselves a trade, darlin'?" she smiled softly, her third genuine smile in one day, "I'm feelin' a wee bit drained, if ye know wut I mean."