Padmaja Shamir
Jun 21, 2010 21:56:33 GMT -5
Post by Padmaja Shamir on Jun 21, 2010 21:56:33 GMT -5
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[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name:Shamir Raji Padmaja, in traditional S. Indian, or Padmaja Shamir in the States.
Nicknames: Padmaja, or it’s your spleen. (Perhaps "Wormy" if you knew her in her first year of schooling, but it'll be your spleen if you dare utter it.)
Age: 29
Orientation: Bisexual, she uses either sex if it will get her intended outcome.
Desired Rank/Job: M.S.D.A. Intelligence Department
Powers: Retrocognition
What if walls could talk? What if they did and you only needed to speak their language? Padmaja speaks such a language with the gentle sweep of her fingertips. She can touch an object or person and sift through their past, and extract their memories. She knows when some one is lying to her with just a simple touch, she knows a person’s darkest secrets with a lingering embrace.
It’s not all rainbows and butterflies, however, if she is looking for a specific memory or truth, it takes a bit of time, depending on how deep in the person or object’s past it’s buried. Also, if a strong mind realizes what she is doing, they can force terrible, ugly memories upon her, and make it difficult for her to ignore them or search.
Play By: Aishwarya Rai
The Details
Hair Color:Naturally dark brown, but a girl likes to visit the salon every once a while.
Eye Color: Blue-grey
Any Piercings? Wouldn’t you like to know?
Any Tattoos? No, would hate to make my body recognizable…
Any Scars? A long, thin, silvery scar from several years ago curling on her left hip.
General Appearance: At first glance, one could guess at her ethnicity, with her golden skin, her rich brown hair, and even the way she still talks with a slight accent. Her eyes are quite peculiar, light blue-grey that is quite noticeable against her darker coloring. Her father had always said it came from the bit of British on her mother’s side. Her frame is average, with the curves in the right places, and she stands at 5’5, she’s not what you would at first call “imposing.” She likes to dress according to her expensive tastes, especially in blacks, whites, and reds. However, she does favor some of her native color palates and patterns.
Personality: Cold as ice. Ambitious. Selfish. Proud. Arrogant. All of these things describe this woman, who seems to be without empathy or compassion. She takes what she wants, and out of spite, will ruin things for other people. She’s willing to do almost anything to get what she wants, and takes advantage of her beauty for sexual power, over her male counterparts, but also her female ones, if need be. She never takes no for an answer, and her cool charm can turn into malicious torture within seconds. She prefers mind games and clever plots over brute aggression, and loves to blackmail and extort.
Your Vices
Likes: Butterscotch, vanilla, lilies, expensive perfumes, holding hands(only to get the information she needs), knowing secrets, ice skating, dancing, mind games
Dislikes: Pineapple, horror movies, daisies, pencils, watches(which might actually be helpful, with her power),
Strengths: Charm, deception, ice skating, patience
Weaknesses: quickness, physical strength, understanding, stubbornness, jealousy
Fears:Dying alone. (surprisingly!)
Secret: When she first met Gabriel and he invited her to be apart of his organization, she first said yes because she was sexually attracted and hoped to get closer to him. Now that she knows him, however, she stays only because she loves her job.
Family Ties
Father:Shamir Ranadhir Raji
Her father went from rags to riches due to his determination and ambition. She has always been close to her father, and he dotes upon her. She still is in regular contact with him.
Mother: Shamir Mahatma Imani
Her soft spoken, kind mother, who spends most of her days doing charity work at local clinics. Growing up, Padmaja had her mother Imani at her every beck and call. Now Imani nags at Padmaja to get married and give her grandchildren.
Siblings: Shamir Raji Jaspal (brother)
Her elder brother by two years. She was never close to him, not since they were small. Her gifts, and his lack thereof put a permanent wedge between them, though Jaspal gets along better with Kabir.
Shamir Raji Kabir (brother)
Also has powers like Padmaja, though his is super strength. During their schooling they were great rivals, who could get the best grade, who fit in with the best crowds, and who had the better powers. They have not spoken in near ten years since Padmaja saved her father's job and became the reigning favorite.
Any Other Important People:
Gabriel Underwood-
Never knew him while she was at the institution, knew of him, but never knew him. However, she had gone back to her native India and he ran into her there, and brought her back to the States.
History
She was born, the second and only girl child of Raji and Imani in a small village in Southern India. When she was three years old, her father got a job in a large city and they moved. Her father’s ambition to make something of himself, and his keen mind had a great influence on young Padmaja. Raji rose through the ranks of business, and before her eyes, she went from having nothing to having her breakfast served in bed on a silver platter. Anything wanted, darling sweet Padmaja got. She learned to wrap her parents around her finger, especially her soft-spoken mother. When she was twelve, she discovered she could touch things and see things. Embedded memories. First it was objects, walls, the animals and humans. She told her father things she could not possibly have known, and it was first thought that she was psychic or a mind reader. When the Meta-human institutions heard about her, they sent invitations to her father, but he, a shrewd businessman, told each school tales to see which would make the better offer. In the end, Raji decided he would send his daughter to be taught by the Yanks, and by the age of 13, young Padmaja was being flown to Vermont.
At school, Padmaja proved herself a brilliant learner, though perhaps she was too vocal in her superior ability to soak up information, for she was soon pegged as a teacher’s pet. Her brother, Kabir, was discovered to have powers of great strength, and his father sent him to one of the finest school in Jordan, and for years they had a rivalry between which was the most brilliant Meta-human, and fought for their father’s favor. She mostly kept to herself, until she learned at about 16 that she could use her powers to get what she wanted. Her parents still sent her gifts and money, but it was hardly enough. She wanted popularity, and power amongst her peers. They would always be sorry they called her “Wormy”(from bookworm). She stole some of the popular students’ belongings and studied them for possible memories she could use against them. Then, she coyly approached them and revealed that she knew all their secrets, basically blackmailed her way into the popular crowd, though each student didn’t know she had talked to the others. She played her role of queen of the hallways until she finished her schooling at the age of 19.
From there, she rejoined her family, where her father was in danger of loosing his job over an incident at work, though with Padmaja’s help, he procured something to “bring up” to his boss, and in fact, did not loose his job, but got a raise. From then on, she beat Kabir as his undeclared “favorite.” It wasn’t long after, while out in the city she bumped into Gabriel Underwood and left with him to America, to help him in the diplomacy matters with his organization, M.S.A.D. She loved working for her father, but she figured her talents could be used elsewhere, and her greatness would always be shadowed by her father back home, not to mention, she was incredibly taken with Gabe.
It wasn’t too long before she realized that Gabriel wasn’t what she was looking for, but she figured she was already committed to the org, and loved her job of getting intelligence on world affairs and attending anti-meta rallies in disguise. It allowed her to be her malicious self, and for the past ten years, she has been a faithful ally and employee of Gabriel Underwood. When she was 24, she was married to a wealthy business associate of her father, who, less than a year later, met an unfortunate end. Of course, being the young and enrapturing wife, she was left with most everything, the remaining bits left to her late husband’s adult sons. Since then she’s decided if she would ever marry again, she’d marry a man with out squabbling children, and perhaps marry for the sex rather than the money or family honor.
Roleplay Example
Just to set this scene up, it takes place in a Dragonriders of Pern rp, no longer in play. It is between an ambitious young bronzerider (the highest ranking male dragon, which inflates his ego) and the haughty and dangerous dragon-candidate Laszreen, who is a cousin to a lord holder. Needless to say, they will continue to have a love-hate relationship, two people very closely matched.
J'var snorted, so what if he did? He could only wish he was protected against that emotional perile. Jealousy would get him into trouble wouldn't it? Sure it could propel him to do better, exeed further, stretch higher, but jealousy could blind him. Yet to say that he wasn't capable of emotions. She was calling him cold, wasn't she? Well unfortunately he did feel jealousy, for it was often a frequent visitor. He sneered, "You flatter me, Lady, to say that I am immune to jealousy."
And then there was a moment of silence before she went on and the bronzerider blanched. Of course she had it backwards, and she mad him so... so... mad! He felt like stomping and raging, but he just stood there, stiff as a board, not moving at all. He just looked at her, and finally he found his voice, "Why do you think that every one is out to get you, Laszreen?" It frustrated him, just as he must frustrate her. He narrowed his eyes, he wasn't going to give up with out standing up for himself. "Perhaps you can't get it past your thick skull, but I don't often go looking for fights. Think about it, the more fights I get into, the more chances I have to lose."
Well if that wasn't arrogant. . . He looked away from her. He wasn't one to wallow in self pity, though he could not help but wonder at this terrible image she painted of him, "Is it so hard to think that I would like some one other than my own reflection? Probably not, you're too worried about attacking the next thing to approach you. I'm not your competition, I'm not seeking to own you." He frowned and said angerly, not to mention unconvincinly, "And I'll have you know I am VERY happy, thank you!"
What About You?
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Name: Midnightscribe, aka “Scribbles”
Age: 21
Experience: I have been doing forum-based rp since 2004, however, I’ve done other rp and character writing for a few years before that.
How Did You Find Us? On Hogwarts Returns site
Ready To Play? Punk, I was born ready.
