Post by ray on Apr 20, 2011 7:52:49 GMT -4
[/color][/font]joy sweet
“ the forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest ”[/center]
NAME:[/color] she has various aliases, mostly regarding nature and the beauty within nature. however, to simplify herself, she calls herself joy. a simple and elegant name that just stuck throughout the years.
APPARENT AGE:[/color] estimated around 20.
REAL AGE:[/color] same as above, flower has never kept track of time, however it has come to her knowledge that she has not aged for quite some time. her real age is in fact 67.
GENDER:[/color] female.
SEXUALITY:[/color] bisexual, she is very greedy when it comes to passion.
RACE:[/color] nature itself.
SIDE:[/color] with those who have given her a home, a life, the cirque du freak.
CANON OR ORIGINAL:[/color] original.
i'm creeping my way out
so you can see me
so you can see me
HAIR:[/color] a long wave of shiny, thick red hair that stretches the entire length of her body and decorated with curls and daises.
EYES:[/color] a mesmerizing and glittering emerald green. it seems she hardly ever blinks with her intense, seductive irises.
HEIGHT:[/color] she stands at a proud 6ft.
BUILD:[/color] as natural and as beautiful as god had intended, joy is a slender and feminine girl and she flaunts her lucky curves, practically clothed in only her hair and leaves.
DISTINGUISHED BY:[/color] her skin glows, though not in the normal way of a human 'model' that they're known as these days. a model does not compare to joy, her skin is flawless, though with a greenish glow.
PREFERRED PLAYBY:[/color] cintia dicker.
FULL DESCRIPTION:[/color] with hair, a face and a body to die for, joy can turn heads with a simple look. you could say she was afreak of nature, but that would be taken as a compliment. she may be a freak, but she's the most irresistable freak living. and she knows it. joy keeps everything organic. her hair lies in smooth waves down her back, a rich red color. her hair actually covers her mostly-nude body. clothing is a never with joy, unless it is absolutely necessary, but she won't go further than a cardigan. so what does she wear? well, keeping to her organic style, she wears the plants she grows. the vines curl and snake around her body, it could be her skin. sometimes she fashions the leaves and vines into lengerie, or maybe a corset. as free as she is, joy is respectable. she'd never expose herself unless she wanted to.
i'm crawling my way
round a thousand cities
round a thousand cities
PERSONALITY:[/color] since her first breath, joy was always thick-skinned. she knows how to take care of herself alone, and thus she's very independant and head strong. no-one can force her to change any of her opinions, especially on nature. joy has a passionate and strong bond for nature. she is a determined and intelligent woman, who keeps her focus at 100% at all times. her pathological drive to rid the world of humanity and make it safe for plant life makes her seem slightly crazed, and perhaps a bit too determined. although she's been with the cirque all her life, joy has ventured alone and has returned unharmed.
joy can be very persuasive and engaging. she'll get whatever she wants quickly and easily. a lot of people consider her to be some sort of goddess. she is very self-absorbed but knows her place in the cirque. she'll use her abilities to protect her family at the cirque, so she has a heart, though most of the time, it's rarely used for anything but physical attraction.
GOALS:[/color] to allow plants to fight back from the world today that seems so reliable on technology.
also to find a significant other, as anyone does.
and to experience, even once, being a human.
FEARS:[/color] time, joy despises what time does to beauty, thankfully she is still basking in her youth, though she still worries.
defeat and death, as many fear, joy is afraid of finding out what awaits her after death, but dying itself is a nightmare.
loss of who she is.
humans, she doesn't truly fear them but she is uncertain with them, having been born and then abandoned by her human parents, she remains rather bitter to the human race.
LIKES:[/color] surprises, pollen, lavender, flowers, plants, vegetables and fruits, being admired, evening, water, grooming her hair, flirting, domination, adventure.
DISLIKES:[/color] loud noises, thunder and lightening, science, technology, today's world.[/size]
you all stop and stare
i don't need your pity
i don't need your pity
TITLE:[/color] Mother Nature
JOB:[/color] amazing the male public with her outstanding and glorious perfection.
DATE OF CHANGE:[/color] n/a.
ABILITIES:[/color] she has a unique bond with nature and plants of every kind. she has nothing but devotion for her 'children' and has the ability to make nature grow at the touch of her skin to any surface if she wishes to. her plants can also be used to defend herself, to weaponise herself if necessary. her skin contains an unknown toxin that, by with a touch, can kill.
her aroma makes her irresistable to people, just ordinary humans, and even the freaks of the cirque. she's uncertian if vampires are immune to her seductive scent, however she is experimenting.
i'm living my life in this hell
COMMON KNOWLEDGE:[/color]
joy is obviously most famous for her appearance, and the fact that she knows how to use herself to any advantage she can. one word that comes to mind at the thought of her is beauty and a passionate botanist.
SECRETS:[/color]her past, the fact that she was a test tube baby for a desperate couple hoping to start a family. the process was going along smoothly until a substance called chlorophyll dripped into the contents of joy and thus forming a mutant. joy was given up immediately. a green baby wasn't what the man and wife wanted. she was tossed onto the street and left for dead. but guess what had saved her. yes, the cirque.
it would seem nice that joy was once wanted by a hopeful mother and father, but the true secret here is that joy was an experiment, nothing more or less.
HABITS:[/color]licking her lips, twirling her hair in between her fingers, staring intently, glaring, tapping fingernails on surfaces.
STRENGTHS:[/color]persuasion, flirting, keeping calm, water and her plants, sunlight, the ability to manipulate and control every plant.
WEAKNESSES:[/color] not enough sunlight ir fresh air, dying plants, a busy town with no plant in sight.
now i'm crawling away
cause the stress has killed me
cause the stress has killed me
PARENTS:[/color] none.[/size]
SIBLINGS:[/color] those she shares the cirque with are regarded as her brothers and sisters.
RELATIONSHIPS:[/color] various men and women, however nobody significant as of yet.
HISTORY:[/color] there really isn't a lot to joy's past. of course she remembers it all, but there are no events that stand out or gives her history some life. perhaps the beginning of her life, when she was given up for being the freak that she is, and laying there for so long that she may have died if the cirque hadn't found her. at first joy didn't fit in. she didn't even have a name. her growth was fast, much too fast for a human being. and by the time of her sixth birthday, she looked like a fully grown adult. alas, as the years progressed, she didn't seem to age anymore. her skin remained flawless without any signs of aging.
joy was lucky, and she was finding her place in both the cirque, and the world. because of the way she was treated by humans, joy had vowed her revenge; to wipe out the entire human race, in order for her and her plants to live freely. joy had used her talents and outstanding beauty as an act in the cirque. the ability to control plants was interesting to humans, and the way she was able to seduce anyone, and i mean anyone. joy is proud of the fact she's broken up a few marriages and couples in the various audiences. to this day, she does the very same. she's openly expressed her goal to rid the world of humans to the cirque, but her love for the cirque had forced her to leave them unharmed, because the entire cirque du freak knows that joy will spill human blood. sometime soon.
i feel like i fell
from a ten-story building
from a ten-story building
NAME/NICKNAME:[/color] ray.
AGE:[/color] old.
EXPERIENCE:[/color] four+.
OTHER CHARACTERS:[/color] n/a.
TIME ZONE:[/color] -7.
RP SAMPLE: [/color]from a harry potter roleplay site.
Gabriel was taking life slowly, one day at a time, but that was hardly unusual for him. He'd never planned that far ahead, he chose to be much more spontaneous. It would be a casual thought to go left rather than right, knowing he wasn't going the way he was meant to. It was a passing fancy that he should want to visit family. Speaking of family, Gabriel actually had one now. An engagement with a beautiful women had given him a soon-to-be wife, a sister and a caring mother. A slight edge to the sister part; Gabriel and Kyrstabelle didn't exactly see eye to eye. However, Gabriel still regarded the little red-head to be his family even if she didn't return the feeling. Things were surely looking up, Gabriel had even found himself a job, not the highest or best of careers but how high could a mail man go? And there were perks, Gabriel was getting around, spreading his jokes and joyful ways around the neighborhood. The job was also only part-time, so Gabriel still ad his life to look forward to; spending every second he could muster with his darling love, Mia.
And the focus had split slightly, Gabriel wasn't thinking all the time just about Mia, he was also thinking about the little baby she was mothering at the moment. His and her child was constantly on his mind, and he was always chattering about it to neighbors or just faces he took a liking to. Gabriel just felt full of life now that he'd made something of it. But the fact he was unable to look at himself in the mirror was a set-back. Though he could be the happiest man in the world, it came at a terrible price. He was suffering through physical as well as mental pain each and every day. The scars on his cheeks were still raw and they stung like a venomous bite that was slowly polluting his body. These thoughts were tarnishing the ones he wished would remain. He wanted to think about Mia and only Mia, but he could never ignore the fact that he was dragging her into his pitiful endless abyss of depression, and she didn't even know it. That was why Gabriel was taking a few days to give Mia her space, to think thoroughly. Was this really what she wanted? To spend her life with Gabriel? She could and should do so much better, but selfishness had over-powered Gabriel. He had her all for himself, his greedy little obsession over her. And the thought of the poor unborn child, how damaged it would be and how ashamed that its father was he, Gabriel, a failure. But again, Gabriel was in love with his child, and would father it with all the affection and care he had, even if his child grew to despise him, Gabriel would never stop loving it. Same went for Mia.
How could he feel to so different things for his family? The complications were overwhelming, but he forced himself to stay quiet, to battle his fears alone. It was tearing away at him, like his scars; slowly polluting every inch of his body until he became a toxic nightmare.
He was lying in the bed, on the side where Mia had slept. The mere scent of her kept him at a reasonable ease. He didn't sleep, but he felt somewhat relaxed. This was as good as sleep to him, how could he really tell the difference now? And as he lay with a ghost of Mia, he heard a long, shattering wail from down stairs. Gabriel sprung out of bed and flung himself down the stairs, kicking aside anything that caught his foot on his way. He slid fast into the room where Mia was, and he heard her voice, but the words weren't making a sentence. He was distracted by the pool of liquid below Mia and he knew they were in trouble immediately. Without any words of loving comfort, Gabriel grasped Mia's hand and apparated directly into the reception of St. Mungo's. He demanded for Mia to be seen to immediately, and almost bawled in a doctor's face for merely explaining that Mia will be taken to a room to settle. Separation was a thing Gabriel wasn't going to allow. He was asked to stay behind and fill out forms for Mia, but with an outraged refusal, he ran after his love and his life with his heart racing in fear, love, hatred, everything. He had lost focus on a simple thing as breathing. Where was Mia?
He soon made his way back to Mia, regret and defeat welling in his eyes as he saw her.
And the focus had split slightly, Gabriel wasn't thinking all the time just about Mia, he was also thinking about the little baby she was mothering at the moment. His and her child was constantly on his mind, and he was always chattering about it to neighbors or just faces he took a liking to. Gabriel just felt full of life now that he'd made something of it. But the fact he was unable to look at himself in the mirror was a set-back. Though he could be the happiest man in the world, it came at a terrible price. He was suffering through physical as well as mental pain each and every day. The scars on his cheeks were still raw and they stung like a venomous bite that was slowly polluting his body. These thoughts were tarnishing the ones he wished would remain. He wanted to think about Mia and only Mia, but he could never ignore the fact that he was dragging her into his pitiful endless abyss of depression, and she didn't even know it. That was why Gabriel was taking a few days to give Mia her space, to think thoroughly. Was this really what she wanted? To spend her life with Gabriel? She could and should do so much better, but selfishness had over-powered Gabriel. He had her all for himself, his greedy little obsession over her. And the thought of the poor unborn child, how damaged it would be and how ashamed that its father was he, Gabriel, a failure. But again, Gabriel was in love with his child, and would father it with all the affection and care he had, even if his child grew to despise him, Gabriel would never stop loving it. Same went for Mia.
How could he feel to so different things for his family? The complications were overwhelming, but he forced himself to stay quiet, to battle his fears alone. It was tearing away at him, like his scars; slowly polluting every inch of his body until he became a toxic nightmare.
He was lying in the bed, on the side where Mia had slept. The mere scent of her kept him at a reasonable ease. He didn't sleep, but he felt somewhat relaxed. This was as good as sleep to him, how could he really tell the difference now? And as he lay with a ghost of Mia, he heard a long, shattering wail from down stairs. Gabriel sprung out of bed and flung himself down the stairs, kicking aside anything that caught his foot on his way. He slid fast into the room where Mia was, and he heard her voice, but the words weren't making a sentence. He was distracted by the pool of liquid below Mia and he knew they were in trouble immediately. Without any words of loving comfort, Gabriel grasped Mia's hand and apparated directly into the reception of St. Mungo's. He demanded for Mia to be seen to immediately, and almost bawled in a doctor's face for merely explaining that Mia will be taken to a room to settle. Separation was a thing Gabriel wasn't going to allow. He was asked to stay behind and fill out forms for Mia, but with an outraged refusal, he ran after his love and his life with his heart racing in fear, love, hatred, everything. He had lost focus on a simple thing as breathing. Where was Mia?
He soon made his way back to Mia, regret and defeat welling in his eyes as he saw her.
