Zoe Clementine
Sept 12, 2011 22:33:31 GMT -5
Post by Zoe Clementine on Sept 12, 2011 22:33:31 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Zoe Roscoe Clementine
Nicknames: She will go by any part of her name; first, middle or last.
Age: Fifteen
Orientation: Pansexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers:Molecular Combustion - the ability to make inanimate objects explode, shatter, disintegrate, or catch on fire by the breaking down of molecular structures. Limited to solids. Extremely dangerous without training, can cause harm to those in the relatively close surroundings, including the one who caused it to combust in the first place. Limitations in range of impact are relevant to only 25 foot distance from the radius (being the creator). She cannot make extremely large things explode, such as buildiings or mountains, but can take down a pillar to a building, or something four times her size. (20 feet tall). Side-effects also include: fatigue, injury to those within the range of impact and injury to herself.
Play By:Lily Collins
The Details
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Any Piercings? None
Any Tattoos? None
Any Scars? Raised scars along the left side of her back from an earlier explosion.
General Appearance:
From her size, not many people would take her seriously when she told them what she had the ability to do. After all, she's only five feet tall, and not an inch higher! She's quite the tiny little girl, but beaming with energy and happiness. A ray of sunshine, some even call her. Although she would be lost in a crowd of lots of people, she'd only have a problem with it if she were riding solo that time around. Usually she'll make friends quick enough to find what she's looking for and avoid any sort of uncomfortable situation.
She often likes to experiment with fashion, wearing bright colors often, to shine as bright as a lightbulb. Her hair is usually in some sort of bob fashion, or up and out of her face. There's nothing she hates more than bangs flittering in her eyes when she's trying to concentrate. Zoe likes to beat to her own drum in many different ways, and has enough confidence to ignore most of what some people might have to say about her. For the other things that quite sting, well, you had better get out of her way in case she decides to make a tree or pillar explode right next to you. But for the most part, she's a chipper little girl.
She's quite active, finding much use for that excess of energy that she's got going on. She takes part in various clubs and organizations on campus including softball, dance team, the yearbook committee, newspaper, hopefully this year, the peer mediators group. She loves to keep busy, whenever she can manage. A day spent doing nothing would be quite annoying to her, as she can bore easily when not moving about.
Personality:
On any given day, Zoe will be the girl skipping through the halls to class, chatting with friends or saying hello to the quiet kids that walk along the sidelines of the halls trying to avoid people like her. She is usually always happy, or at least does her best to avoid getting sour. After all, when she gets sour, her emotions can become quite topsy-turvy, which could mean that something could get out of hand, and something is going to blow up. As no one wants that to happen, its best that she stays as happy as possible.
Quite obviously, Zoe Clementine is an extrovert through and through. She tries to be the peacemaker in times of conflict that don't directly involve her. This being said, she can be yelled at because of meddling in others' business, which isn't always appreciated by everyone. Still she rarely quits, not only at trying to make amends with people, but with anything she does. Her size can sometimes considered a disadvantage, so she has to try that much harder to be just as good or better than her peers. Perhaps that's why she's in so many organizations that it makes one exhausted just imagining being involved in all that, plus going to school full-time and leading a large social life. But its just a normalcy in her life.
As pertaining to her orientation, many people look down to those who claim to be pansexual. They poke fun and assume that it has to do with naughty things involving non-humans. Instead, as a clarification, let it be known that Zoe only claims herself to be pansexual because of the derivation of the raw definition: "not limited or inhibited in sexual choice with regard to gender or activity." This being said, she can find admiration and attraction in males, females, or anything in between, as long as they have a good heart, or whatever else she'd be looking for in a partner.
Your Vices
Likes:
- Sunshine
- Daisies
- Flicks
- Checkers
- Baking
- Partying
- Sports
- Aviation (or at least the thought of it)
Dislikes:
- Inactivity
- Spiders
- Snakes
- Maths
- Being ignored
- Cowards
- Crossing bridges (the whole falling to your death hundreds to thousands of feet below you kind of gets to her)
- Fast food
Strengths:
- High levels of energy to do lots of things
- Multi-tasker
- Peacemaker
- Extroverted
- Kind
- Open-minded
Weaknesses:
- Blunt
- Can be annoying
- Over-achiever
- Can be bossy
- Bored easily
- The "sensitive" type (she likes the idea of being with someone opposite of her personality, although she wouldn't not be with someone because they were like her)
Fears:
- Blowing themselves up
- Blowing someone else up
Secret:
- Nope. She's pretty much an open book. Well.. other than the fact that she's afraid she'll lose it and blow herself and everyone else around her up. Perhaps for insulting her family. It would bother her more than if they'd insulted her. Not saying she'd not be hurt about that though...
Family Ties
Father: Luca Atticus Clementine, 40
Mother: Lila Harper Clementine, 33
Siblings: Levi Sullivan Clementine, 4; Milo Leopold Clementine; 4 (identical twins)
Any Other Important People:
History
The family of two, Luca and Lila were born romantics and free-thinkers. They met each other at an activism march, and started dating soon after. They both agreed on nearly every ethical controversy out there, believing in free love, fair trade, and keeping it green. Despite the age gap, love had no set boundaries, and by the time that Lila had reached the middle of her senior year in high school, she had dropped out and went to elope with Luca in the Tillamook Rainforest along the north coast of Oregon. They took no heed in worrying about what their parents would think, instead only living for themselves, their love for each other, and their future. No bars held.
Within a few months, Lila found out she was three months pregnant already, and without much time to plan, the couple did what they could to provide the best environment for their child. They took residence in the more rural area of a town where the coast met the forest, in a quaint and rather damaged small house. It needed some work, that was certain, but all in due time. Their main priority was their soon-to-be daughter. And in the spring of the following year, a small and smiling little baby girl, Zoe Roscoe Clementine was first of the three children that Lila and Luca would have. Her name exuded happiness and energy, which they found perfectly suiting for their little girl.
Life was relatively simple growing up in Tillamook. Her mother stayed at home and home-schooled Zoe, while she baked pies on the side, of which she sold every weekend for an extra chunk of money coming in. As for Luca, he was more involved in the music business, working with indie bands that were just starting out, and in a band himself. He made sure to spend adequate time with both of his lovely ladies, as he loved them more than anyone else in the world. Sometimes, Lila would even play along on her guitar with the band, as a frequently featured addition.
To Zoe, life was like this for everyone. Everyone had hippy parents, who home-schooled their children to believing in the more humanitarian styles of life instead of yucky arithmetic. Every family was a close-knit as they were, and love was free and generously offered to all without exception. This all was so until the real world caught up with her when going into the city with her father while her mother was at home taking care of her identical twin brothers, Levi and Milo, aged two years and three months. Whilst he was handling business stuffs, she waited outside in the lobby, clacking her heels and humming about. Clad in a plaid tank her mother had made her and nearly shredded shorts and baby blue leggings, her fashion sense was a little out there. Not to mention her hair was half-up in a bun and half tangled and messy on the other side. She was a sore sight for sore eyes. Still, this didn't seem to stop her from acting as if it were any day. That was, until she heard two men, one weaselly and one fat walking out of the room that her father was in. They were snickering amongst each other, both hissing and hooting as if something hilarious just happened. Curious, she leaned in to hear what they had to say, but much to her astonishment, they weren't making funny jokes at all. Instead they were insulting her father, calling him a loon, saying he wasn't worth a speck of dirt's time, and wouldn't ever make it anywhere. This, of course, shocked and angered little thirteen-year-old Zoe to such a degree that her hands started to shake. She focused in on the fat one's shiny head, and without having any control of what happened next, saw a rather large chunk of the ceiling fall upon him, causing him to fall, his friend to yelp, and Zoe to stagger backwards. Unsure of how fate had granted him a nick knocking on the head, she stood back, her mouth gaping open like a codfish. But instead of him getting up and shushing up, he started to vehemently swear loud enough for anyone to hear, even behind closed doors. His friend was fluttering about, and nervous and taken aback as she was, she looked over at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, then to the railing of the stairs, both of which dropped to the ground in a royal mess, surrounding the two men that had previously insulted her father.
Not knowing what was going on, she turned to run to her father and cry. What could she do after all? Had she made bad things happen, just by looking at them and getting mad? Surely her father would know how to protect her from bad things happening, or having the right answer for everything. Unfortunately, after hearing what had happened, and running to see what had gone down and that everyone was conscious, he didn't know what he could do about his daughter other than reassure her that it had nothing to do with her, that it would be known as a freak accident, after all, how could a young child do all that damage by lying her eyes upon it?
This was not the case, though. Within a week, the men in suits came to take her away. She was baking a pie with her mother, strawberry rhubarb, in fact, when a knock came to the paint-chipped door. Her mother had went to fetch it, curious as to whom would be knocking in the middle of the day when nearly everyone else was at work. She shut it on their face the first time she caught a glimpse of what they were wearing, assuming the feds had come after them, for reasons that Zoe hadn't a clue about. Then, after they ceased to leave and kept knocking, she became fed up and demanded they tell her what they were there for and who they were. You see, her mother didn't take very kindly to dapper men in fancy suits and dark sunglasses, as far as she knew, they were after her money, her family and her rights as a citizen. Yet within that prolonged conversation at the foot of the door of their damaged old house, her mother became a bit more animated, in a positive way.
Curious as to what had gone amuck, Zoe checked on the pie once before leaving the oven and walked up behind her mother. What could these men want? As if understanding what she was thinking, her mother looked back to her, took her aside, and relayed the story. Apparently, what had happened in Portland was indeed her own doing,but not her fault. Lila had made a point to show that causing plaster to fall on another's head was not out of hate for the man or what he said, instead, an uncontrolled action. She went on to explain that these men said that Zoe had a 'gift', a word of which she stressed with precision and a smile. Lila valued individualism, and to hear now that her daughter was truly gifted, if not in music and art but rather in blowing things up. But they couldn't have her blowing things up all willy-nilly like that, it wasn't right. Instead, she'd be traveling across the country to the other coast, in fact, just to study how to control what she was given by the higher powers. Her mother was excited to say in the least, pleasantly surprised and enthusiastic, but Zoe didn't know what to think. Not that she had time to make up her mind about the whole thing, or rather, even a choice of her own, which she found very discomforting.
With a blink of an eye, she was whisked away to a small town in Vermont with only one main street, much like Tillamook. It was like a home away from home, and her worries quickly dissolved. She learned that there were a lot of unique and interesting people here in this university of sorts. and everyone had a quirk, which she knew to be normal. She made friends in no time, and got involved on campus as much as she could, trying to expand her realm of friends as much as possible.
Now two years into the program, she has a better understanding of her surroundings, has taken anger management classes to keep her emotions in check, even when someone happens to really offend her, she's found ways to counter that with something pleasant, if she ever felt like blowing up a marble column because someone insulted her family. She still doesn't have full control over her emotions, some of them, such as love for a partner, have been left undiscovered, and when they do come up, who knows how her body will react to its surroundings.
Roleplay Example
Refer to Annabelle or Poppy for any examples, but note I'll be writing more dialogue.
What About You?
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Name: Bells/TibTab.
Age: 19.
Experience: Ages... or at least two years. That's ages to me.
How Did You Find Us? You know the story.
Ready To Play? Indeedy-o.
