Clarity Ryder
Apr 7, 2011 20:40:04 GMT -5
Post by Clarity Ryder on Apr 7, 2011 20:40:04 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Clarity Serenity Ryder.
Nicknames: Clare. She prefers you ask her before using it, though.
Age: Fourteen.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Desired Rank/Job: Student.
Powers: Cryokinesis. (I think that's it.)
Play By: Victoria Justice.
The Details
Hair Color: Dark brown.
Eye Color: Hazel.
Any Piercings? Ears.
Any Tattoos? None.
Any Scars? A few. Some scratch-like ones on her hands, one smooth oval indent on her cheek, just below and next to her right eye. One of two inches long just above her ankle.
General Appearance:
Again, from the top.
Her deeply dark hair, while thin and not very highly voluminous, makes up for it in length, ending just above elbow-length when it is not in its usual high ponytail. Her thick-lashed eyes are the kind that seem to always be smiling, even when she is very serious or even upset, and have the unique hazel color of dark brown with small forest green flecks. Her nose is thin but rather long, and her lips are relatively even, one no heavier than the other.
She has a neck that would be considered on the long side, and shoulders and arms of a clay artist--slender, but just muscled enough to work. Her hands are well-worked, but have no calluses, as one might expect them to. Her chest is average, perhaps even on the small side, and her midsection is relatively thin, when compared to some others.
Her legs are not quite considered athletic, but they are decent. Average length, but smooth, unmarked by any escapade or adventure but for one(aforementioned) scar.
Personality:
A smiling face is something this girl has mastered, making all believe that she is fine-just-fine in some of her darker moments. In the darkest moments of her psyche, she makes her face completely blank, not a single shred of emotion visible. When she is truly happy, she smiles a small, secret smile that none have seen in quite a while but the reflection in the mirror. When she cries, it is not like any movie-crying; her crying is loud, labored, and ugly.
If you were to pick a fight with her, she would cringe away and either freeze or run, although her powers may leap out and encase anyone causing her distress. There is only one sure way to get her angry enough to deliberately hurt someone, and that is to hurt someone she cares about. In that case, she may get to the point that the person she fights against would end up somewhat disfigured.
There is a common shyness that takes over when a person talks to her, and that leads to one of two things: shooting off her mouth and getting into some form of trouble, or hiding her face and not speaking. She always beats herself up about it, but can never find a way to use the right words at the right time. The girl, while heavily paranoid, is also rather childish, but not in the immature manner. In the way that she is still innocent by many standards, and the fact that she likes things like dolls, and has a sweet tooth.
Your Vices
Likes: Sweets, baked goods, dolls, cute things, 90's soft rock/pop, and cats.
Dislikes: Bugs that make a buzzing noise, people catching her off guard, people who wear dark eye makeup too thick. People who judge. Scary/creepy movies.
Strengths:
skill: Singing, sign language, yoga. Artistic.
person: Loyal, compassionate, listens.
Weaknesses: Personal relations. Emotion. Sports.
Fears: Tight spaces, spiders, fire, strange adults, and herself.
Secret: She thinks malicious thoughts of others, constantly. She has extremely painful headaches that feel like brain freeze, but worse.
Family Ties
Father: Tomas Gomez. 39.
Mother: Sera Ryder. 37.
Siblings: Hope Ryder. 12.
Any Other Important People:A Betta fish named Machine.
History
From the moment she was born, in a town in Northern Idaho, Clarity has had a much lower temperature than other children. 97.4 degrees Fahrenheit was what the readout was every time she came to use a thermometer, instead of the 98.6 humans are generally supposed to run. This was a mystery to every doctor, as she was otherwise completely healthy, not a single thing wrong with her.
Her mother's concern over the next few years led to Clarity being heavily overprotected, and being mostly home schooled for her whole childhood. When middle and then high school came, Clarity begged her parents to allow her to have a few classes and an elective at a public school. Shortly after her wish was granted, Clarity's father moved out for reasons not specified to her.
That left Clarity to care for her younger-by-two-years sister, who was home schooled as well, while her mother went to work at a local store. Clarity taught Hope as well as herself, and took Hope everywhere, letting her ride on the platform on the back of her bicycle to the school where they both took classes they could not have themselves (the middle and high schools were directly next to each other), and Clarity was in Choir and used the art room after everything was finished.
One day, a very short time ago, Clarity was upset and overwhelmed. Her mother had just come home from work, Hope was fighting Clarity, and their mother took Hope's side. Words were thrown, and Clarity snapped. She did nothing consciously, but her powers emerged, lashing out towards the cause of their owner's distress. In barely a blink, Hope's arm was encased in ice. It took all three several seconds to process what had happened, and when they realized, Clarity was the first to speak.
"Oh god, oh god, what did I... I'm so..." Her voice was faint, and tears collected in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Then, Hope began to scream.
The balance of this precarious silence broken, everything exploded. At least, that was how it seemed to Clarity. Her mother was screaming at Hope, asking if she was all right, and then pulling out her phone and screaming at Clarity, something indecipherable but for a few key words. "How... Sister... Monster... That!" It made no sense at the time, but later, Clare would understand.
The day after, Clarity was in her room, the police not believing that a fourteen-year-old girl that looked as she did could have frozen her sister's arm in such a way, when there was a knock at the door. At first, she had thought it was her door, but she was the only one home. Her mother was going between work and staying with Hope at the hospital. Her father was not in contact. So, she let whoever it was think there was no one home, knowing everyone leaves soon enough.
Instead, her door opened.
The woman standing in front of her was, in a word, pretty. Somehow, that was the first thing Clare noticed about her. Soft brown eyes and hair. A slight relieved smile, as if she knew Clarity would not have been there had she waited too much longer. Then, she took a step forward. "Hello," She said, "My name is Midori. Are you Clarity?" Hesitantly, Clarity nodded. "I've spoken to your mother. It would seem you have a very interesting ability, wouldn't it?" Clare frowned, not understanding. "The ice on your sister's arm? I know you know that was you, honey. So, I spoke to your mother, and we've decided that you should come live at the Hammel Institute."
The woman proceeded to explain about the institute. Clarity proceeded to relax. A smile threatened to show on her face.
Roleplay Example
::excerpt from a 1x1 little mermaid-esque plot::
When he woke up, he was still in his bed. It took him a few moments to remember why he should not be, but when he did, his eyes popped open, and he barely prevented himself from immediately sitting upright and jumping off of the bed. The only thought after the amazement of how perfect the girl looked, even disheveled from sleep, was that this was a level of improper on par with the dressing... incident.
Then a part of his mind that was indeed very traitorous reminded him that he would have to rub her bruises with oils and herbs. Far more improper than the dressing incident.
As he tried to find a way to extract himself from underneath her delicately and without waking her, he heard a small sigh. It was a very cute sound, and a barely audible one. That sealed it: He needed to get up before he spent the rest of the day laying there staring at her. And so he did, attempting to gently place her back on the bed in a manner comfortable enough that she would not wake prematurely.
[[OOc: it's short, but decent.]]
What About You?
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Name: Call me Ysa. Or Rose. Or Odd.
Age: Mid Teens.
Experience: Since I was 9. It was a canine rp with my sister and her friends. x3
How Did You Find Us? EDIT. To be specific, "Mira sent me."
Ready To Play? Oh, gods, yes! Let me know if something's wrong, though. 0^0
