Kateri Rivera
Feb 10, 2011 16:48:22 GMT -5
Post by Kateri Rivera on Feb 10, 2011 16:48:22 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Kateri Norah Rivera Kelly (Yes, she knows it's long. She hates it too.)
Nicknames: Kat, usually
Age: 30
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Math Teacher
Powers:
-Weather manipulation:
Ability to control or mentally affect the weather. This includes the ability to generate various natural phenomena (rain, tornadoes, lightning, ocean currents, etc.) or control the intensity of the weather. Must receive training to control it. Side effects include involuntarily generating tornadoes or other violent weather patterns when angry, rain when sad, blazing sun when happy, and often gets headaches.-
Kateri tends more toward the light side when it comes to any actual talents. Yes, she is a weather manipulator, but her gift isn't particularly explosive nor strong. She's got a knack for breezes and winds and lightning, and please don't get her mad, because that comes along with a rather explosive weather change. But any big use of her powers has her popping pills like mad to get rid of the headaches, or even out for a time in an attempt to recover. Her main skill comes with her control, which has always been her main focus.
Play By: Alyson Hannigan
The Details
Hair Color: Red, bleached a bit lighter by the sun.
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Any Piercings? Both ears pierced, and the cartilage on her right ear as well.
Any Tattoos? Yes. A rather sketchy one of a wind pattern on her lower back, but she doesn't want anyone to know about it, ever.
Any Scars? Some around her hands from when she was younger and still having difficulties with her powers.
General Appearance:
Kateri is, for starters, short. She’s just barely over five feet, and sometimes you can tell that her height bothers her. For one, she always has to look up at students, and for another, she feels like she always has to prove herself. So one way she does it is with rather extravagant clothing. She likes bright colored tops, usually in blue or a rather brilliant white, although she sticks with jeans when at all possible just to make sure that she can still have the full free range of motion. She has very long red hair, which she keeps back in a braid when she’s busy or lets fall down if she’s not, and likes to wear gold earrings (fake gold, because real gold is a conductor and so can get a little messy with a weather manipulator), although she avoids hoops because she’s afraid they’ll get caught on something. She spends a lot of time in the sun, so has a bit of a tan but a lot more freckles. She’s not particularly thin, but she’s also not curvaceous. She spends a lot of time at the gym, so she leans more toward the stocky and sturdy size.
She’s got pointed features, almost elf-like, but very large and bright blue eyes, which she claims are her best features. They tend to give her a more child-like appearance, however, which exasperates her. She doesn’t wear makeup, as that takes too much time and she claims that she was always too much of a tomboy to put it on right. On that excuse, she also wears tennis shoes (Converse are her preferred type, of course), but she does wear fairly form-fitting clothes because she doesn’t want to completely be mistaken for a boy.
She smiles a lot. It’s not always a friendly smile, though. Sometimes it’s fairly exasperated, wry, sour, or anything in between, although she prefers a friendly beam to anyone she likes. Usually, she’s only NOT smiling when she’s mildly annoyed or when she’s deep in thought about something (yes, sometimes it’s even about a math problem, although she doesn’t want anyone to know she’s that much of a geek), but be warned if the usually friendly expression seems to get a bit…frozen. That indicates she’s mad at you, and you really don’t want that.
Personality:
Kateri’s father used to joke that Kateri had enough personality for a seven foot woman squashed into a five-foot frame, and although she never found it particularly funny, when she grew older she had to admit that it was pretty true. First, her temper: thoroughly nasty. They say red-heads always get mad easily. Kateri always felt she took it to an extreme. When she was younger, it didn’t take much to set her off, and she would always get quite easily frustrated with any situation. When she got older, she learned how to control herself better, but her father’s statement remained true. She remained fairly impatient, feeling the need to fiddle with things if events didn’t happen immediately. Still, she knows those are some bad qualities of hers, so she usually laughs at herself and forces herself to relax, at least outwardly. That’s another thing about her. Yes, she’s impatient, and yes, she’s got a nasty temper, but she enjoys any sort of humor, and is more than willing to mock herself. That she got from her family, and it’s something she hopes to pass on. But in the meantime, she likes telling jokes and making people laugh, although she tends to resort to wry humor more than anything else.
She’s flirty as well. This might surprise others who see her tomboy attitude and her tendency toward liking more active and non-feminine activities, but she happens to like looking at men and talking with them and yes, fluttering her eyelashes and teasing. She’s also fine with being friends. She’s been married once already, and although he passed away some time ago, she’s not exactly out to look for a replacement. Casual relationships are all right with her.
She’s very independent. Perhaps due to the fact that she married at eighteen and had her father keeping an eye on her from the day she was born, but whatever the reason, as a result, she’s quite insistent on doing things on her own, nearly to the point of refusing to let others help. However, she’s willing to offer her help to others. More than willing, in fact. If you make your way under Kateri’s wing, she’s more than happy to keep you there and to adopt you as one of the family. And as Kateri’s very protective of family…well, that could be a good thing or a bad thing.
Your Vices
Likes:
The ocean
Action movies
Spanish
Her father
Being outdoors
Being active
Math (Shh)
Men (mostly just looking)
Standing in the rain
Brightly-colored shirts
Dislikes:
English (the subject, not the language, although she's not fond of that either)
Prissy people
People who are taller than her (as in nearly everyone)
High heels (she breaks them or falls over)
Wearing short skirts
Losing her temper (which is a shame, because she does it a lot)
Numb3rs (the show. It bothers her. A lot.)
Western movies
Romance novels
Politicians
Strengths:
Controlling her powers
Difficult math problems
Protecting others
Listening
Very independent
Weaknesses:
Controlling her temper
Can be very impatient
Doesn't like to be helped
Keeps a little too many things secret
Can be sarcastic when she shouldn't be.
Fears:
Drowning
Losing her family
Losing control of her gift
Secret: Lost her husband in the Afghan war.
Family Ties
Father: Captain Gabriel Rivera (retired)
Mother: Doctor Moira Rivera
Siblings: Neil Rivera
Any Other Important People:Lieutenant Christopher Kelly (deceased)
History
One might say that Kateri was born into chaos. It probably would be true. It started with her parents. Gabriel Rivera was a Spanish meta-human, trained in the Swiss school who then became a pilot, while Moira O’Reilly was a newly-minted doctor trying to make her way back to Ireland from her year abroad. It was on the plane ride back from their trips that the two met. Their affair was…explosive. From what Kateri was later told, there was an awful lot of yelling between the two equally stubborn people, but also a lot of laughter, and eventually, it resulted in a shotgun wedding and Kateri’s birth.
“And while I can’t say we got along better after that,” Moira told her daughter often enough, usually while tying on an apron and mixing various things together for some concoction or another, “we were too busy listening to your yells to even think of arguing ourselves.”
Kateri wasn’t an easy child to manage. With Gabriel gone often on flights, Moira was left dealing with the young and rather fiery red-head child, debating with her and arguing with her as often as she was giving her chores, if not more so. Still, Kateri couldn’t say it was unhappy. It was hard with Gabriel being gone much of the time, but she became used to it after a while and grew to like his long vacations when he would just stay with them, slow dancing with her mother in the kitchen and showing Kateri the various things he could do with the weather, like sculpt clouds and make the breeze muss her hair. She would always giggle at that, and would ask when she would be able to do it. In return, he’d laugh and mess up her hair even more.
“Soon, love,” he would tell her. “Very soon.”
Kateri was never happy with that answer. But soon, she had other things to worry about. For from one of her father’s visits came something else: a baby brother named Neil. Kateri, all of six years old, wasn’t very happy with this. She was used to being an only child with all the attention on her, and she wasn’t very happy about having to share the love, especially with a little bald and fat thing with strange hazel eyes. It didn’t help that Neil was much easier to deal with than Kateri had been. He was quiet when she had been loud, giggly when she’d been upset, and always happy to see everyone. By the time he was five and she was ten, Kateri was quite sure she despised him. So as soon as he came to the same school as her, she started ignoring him. She whispered to her friends to tease him as much as possible, and soon made her own brother an outcast in the school. Gradually, Neil got quieter and quieter and then stopped showing up. Alarmed, Kateri went to look for her brother, only to find him in the basement, weeping into his backpack. Instantly, Kateri lost all jealousy, and went to hug her brother. And after that, she became his best friend, and he hers. He was a good influence on her. He encouraged her to be calmer, and to actually try in school instead of brushing it off. It was through him she discovered her love of math.
When she was twelve, her powers manifested, as her father had promised, and Kocher instantly came to have her attend the school, in spite of her protests that her father could train her. It was hard to be away from her family, but Kateri met many good friends there. And, admittedly, others who were just a little more. There was a young man there who visited for a school trip when Kateri was fourteen: a senior in high school, from America. Not telling him his age, Kateri managed to get his address and started writing to him. His name was Christopher Kelly, and he went on to join the military. It took a while for him to learn Kateri’s age, but he informed her that he didn’t mind. And when she finally left the school at eighteen, he had been stationed in Ireland near her family’s home, and they could see each other every day.
Due to Kateri’s impatient and headstrong nature, it didn’t surprise anyone when she declared that they were going to be married, and they were. She said goodbye to her family and followed Christopher back to America, where they shared a very happy set of two years. She went to college as a math major, staying on base with Christopher, who was still in the army. But things couldn’t stay so happy forever. September 11th happened, and suddenly, Kateri found herself saying goodbye to her husband and sending him off to war. He was one of the first casualties. They had been married for three years.
Kateri took it hard. She declined her parents’ invitation to return to Ireland and instead remained in the States, finishing her degree. She went on to her teaching credential on Neil’s advice, although her brother wasn’t doing so well, having a much more difficult time with his own talent than she had. She moved from job to job until she, at last, found Hammel, and there she has stayed for some time, and seems content to do so. Her family visits from time to time, although not usually Neil, as he’s still trying to manage with his own talent. She likes to take long vacations over break to go to Europe and see them.
Roleplay Example
“Well, hello there, miss. Might I buy you a drink?”
It was flirting for flirting’s sake, William knew. There was no real reason to it. The girl he was talking to was pretty, certainly. He liked her long red curtain of hair that fell as far down as her lower back, and enjoyed the well-cut shape of her belted blue tunic and the hint of shapely ankles under that long, brown skirt. But he didn’t really have the energy nor the time to really pursue her seriously, He had other issues to attend to, much bigger ones, and he’d never been the kind to court a woman simply to bed her. Most of the time, his flirting was out of boredom or some need to act as he felt a man in his position should—rarely out of any actual feeling for the woman. Still, he had been taking a breather from this harrowing quest of his liege’s, and had spotted the small little redhead outside, tending to her horse. And as he definitely had better things to do but didn’t particularly want to do them, he’d decided… well, why not? She seemed friendly enough and pretty enough, and she didn’t seem to mind, if the look she was casting him from bright blue eyes wasn’t exactly unfriendly. But she didn’t seem to be all that interested either, for she soon turned her attention away from him and back to her little dun mare, checking the bags as she had when he’d first come out of the pub. She hadn’t really strayed from her task since he’d arrived, not even when he’d spoken to her or when she’d turned to look at them. Good. They had a mutual understanding of sorts. No complications—it would just be a friendly chat.
The woman paused in fastening the bags back to the saddle to examine her could-be suitor. He didn’t look like much, he reflected wryly. Thin and slightly taller than average height, with a bony face and hair stained blonde by the sun. He wore chain mail under a plain brown tunic. Usually it bore his liege’s colors, but as they were incognito, that had been checked off as a bad idea. A light sword hung at his hip, and soft leather boots adorned his feet. Not very impressive, he figured, neither with a rich look nor a particularly sturdy look, but he liked to fancy that his deep set blue eyes made him seem somewhat attractive. But whatever the woman took away from her perusal of him, it didn’t seem to be negative, for her eyes warmed slightly, and she offered William a slight smile.
“I’m afraid not,” she told him lightly, turning back to her task, as she finished strapping on the bags. “Though I do appreciate the offer. Perhaps another time.”
William wasn’t upset by this. He hadn’t had anything invested, and although the woman was pretty enough, she wasn’t particularly his type. So he nodded in agreement and smiled right back.
“Until later, then,” he said, then lifted her hand to press it lightly to his lips before heading back into the pub. Her laughter followed him in, but even that wasn’t enough to remove the weight that settled on his shoulders as soon as he came in.
By the gods, what were they really doing on this foolish mission? Five days chasing after a brat of a princess, and for what? Any guardsman could have and would have done this task without complaint. Why had he volunteered to be with the king-to-be to track down a girl who clearly didn’t want to be found ? As it was, however, William mostly was just resigned. His liege had wanted to do this task, and who was he to argue? He was just coming along for the ride, he supposed. The twenty-three-year-old sighed, rubbed his chin ruefully, then stepped into the main room, located Solomon, and settled into the seat across from him.
“Have you ordered anything to eat yet, sir?” His tone was polite, but the weary light in his eye was a teasing one. They were alone. They didn’t have to use decorum. “You look like hell.”
Not that he could blame him for that. So far, this trip had been anything but pleasant.
Meanwhile, the woman from the outside watched the guard go, then sighed. Shame. She could have used that drink. But it was probably wrong to accept something that came with other obligations, and she had duties to attend to. Fetching “Steven,” for one. Kateri suppressed a yawn behind her hand, then bent to fully roll up her breeches under her skirt before heading for the main room. She caught the young guardsman’s eyes, noted his friend with a lifted brow, then turned her head as she saw Steven enter. Instantly, a smile appeared on her face.
“Hey, friend,” she murmured, moving over to the princesses’ side and taking her arm. “We should grab something to eat, and then get out of here. I hear your friend is following you.”
It wasn’t hard to bribe people to get information if you had the right coin, and she usually did. Now all she had to do was figure out how to get them both out. The princess really didn’t make that bad of a boy, she had to admit. She was thin enough for it to work. Not that Kat had much of a problem with that sort of thing either. She was small, hardly over five feet, with a stocky frame that she only managed to make look curvy with quite a lot of effort—a belt, for example, in the right spot, and a conveniently short skirt. It had worked on the guard, she noticed, for he kept looking over at her curiously. Then again, he had been flirting. Perhaps he had been actually interested. She pressed her lips together thoughtfully, then looked over her shoulder at Sophia.
“Whenever you’re ready,” she offered. Meaning: now would be good. Staying in one place made her nervous, and she didn’t have much time.
What About You?
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Name: Sara
Age: Around 18.
Experience: Seven Years
How Did You Find Us? Caution 2.0
Ready To Play? Totally!
