Post by Sparky Demetrius on May 7, 2010 23:35:03 GMT -5
SPARKY ASHER DEMETRIUS
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: OP.
Age: old.
Roleplaying Experience: Five or so. I unno.
How you found the site: Blood Red Snow White. Betch.
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Sparky Demetrius.
Gender: Female.
Age: Fifteen.
Hair Color: Reddish-brown.
Eye Color: Greenish-grey.
Skin Tone: Peach.
Height: 5 foot 7.
Weight: 120 lbs.
Wealth: Average.
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian.
Why they are in La Campana: ...at her old school, Sparky put a bunch of fireworks in a boy's locker. Her parents heard this was a good reform school, so she was sent off. Well, that's part of it. The other part, the part that Sparky never talks about ever, is the bit where she kissed her sister Flame on a dare. [/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes: Pit bulls, rats, food, Creme Soda [especially red creme soda], swimming, running, playing videogames, fireworks, fire, anything that explodes.
Dislikes: Small dogs, bright lights, having her picture taken, Ballpoint pens, uncooked meat, thought of cannibalism, hamsters, and rabbits.
Turn Ons: The sound of the ocean, soft voices, having her hair touched, smell of fresh fallen rain, and gentleness.
Turn Offs: Boys, Facial hair, B.O., Blood, and violence.
Nervous Habits: Tends to grumble to herself when anxious, gnaws her fingernails.
Fears: Terrified of darkness and being sexually assaulted.
Goals/Aspirations: To memorize 'Dante's Inferno' in it's entirety, to paint her dorm room blue and pink, and to invent a candy so sugary it makes you literally shake in place.
Appearance:
Sparky's actually rather pretty for her psychotic hyperness. Her hair's not red or brown, rather a mix of the two, taking on a rather neutral tone. Typically Sparky wears looser clothing, but on school days she wears a skirt and a short-sleeved button-up blouse. Glasses adorn her face, and without the glasses she's as sightless as Velma in the Scooby-Doo cartoons. Sparky's got a medium-sized chest, maybe C cup or somewhere around there, nothing out of the ordinary. She usually has a goofy grin on her face and then you can see her teeth, which are well taken care of. Her eyes are often sparkly and are an odd shade of greenish grey. Underneath her clothing are several burn scars from when she has accidentally burned herself with one of her loved firecrackers; on her right hip is a scar that she does not remember getting. The scar is in the shape of an 'F' and though she does not remember, this scar was obtained when she was hit by a car. The lettering on the bumper slammed into her so hard it created a permanant imprint.
Personality: Sparky manages to have people think she's carefree even when she's not; worry is hidden behind a large goofy smile and sadness behind glittering eyes. She's open about her sexuality, always has been, was NEVER ashamed to be gay. Never has been, never will be. She understands, though what might make people feel like that, and so Sparky tries to understand. Because she's hyper, Sparky usually winds up hurting herself on accident. If not hurting herself, she might harm someone else. Her obsession with fire is more along the lines of Pyromania than anything else; Sparky loves the flames. When it comes to love, Sparky talks a big game, but she's a virgin. Love's something Sparky sort of looks forward to, but because she's a little crazy she knows it's going to be a while before anyone even begins to feel emotion towards her. Sparky has an odd attraction to those with odd hair colors, as well. Possibly a little oblivious, if not even Naive, Sparky tends not to notice things until it's too late. [/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Marcus Demetrius, 42.
Mother: Ukon Demetrius, 36.
Sibling/s: Flame Demetrius, 17.
Other important relatives: AUNT: Sakon Demetrius, 41, Mechanic.
COUSIN: Leaven Demetrius, 19, Mechanic.
Pets:Hollaback and Boy, 2 years old, ferrets.
History:
Sparky was never, at any point, the model student. Where Leaven showed a natural talent for welding and mechanics like her aunt and Flame was an athlete, Sparky was just...odd. She liked to mess with fire and at the age of ten, had created her own firework. Ukon, her mother, recognized something in Sparky and confided in her a secret that nobody in the family knew except for her and Sakon. Ukon was gay and had only married to make her parents happy. She told Sparky to go after whomever she wanted, to be happy.
Sparky was stunned, wondering how her own feelings mattered like that. Surely, she wasn't...a lesbian. But that didn't matter, because she did come to terms with her own feelings. Flame had become an expert at sports and was known through the school, while Leaven was a mechanic like her mother. A scene took place when Sparky was twelve and Leaven was fifteen that mimicked something that happened in their parent's youth.
Sparky was out walking when some bullies came by and threatened to hurt her. They were seriously going to beat her, and Sparky knew this and she was scared by it, backing up and trying to escape. Then Leaven, Leaven came in in her car and ran two over, tugging Sparky inside. They'd been close from there, Leaven being the only one that Sparky really trusts. On a dare, though, Sparky kissed her sister, and that was winessed by her father, which left her with two options; come to La Campana, or be ostracized from her family.
The one she took is obvious.
Roleplaying Sample:
The tranquil evening was interrupted by a frantically running Sparky; her bow waving in the air as she bolted here and there. The occasional item had to be collected, too, but that was alright. Hollaback was poised on her shoulder, clinging as if life depended on it. Seeing as he could survive a hit to the ground, it didn't. Not really. Sparky made sure Boy was in her jeans pocket before pausing and pushing her glasses up her nose. She stopped for a moment to allow Hollaback to get to a much more comfortable position closer to her neck, and grinned doggishly, snagging her suitcase.
Oh ho ho, this was going to be fun. Mentally, Sparky made the note to go around and get the names of all the cute girls on campus. They were there to--reform, apparently, but that was something she didn't care about. A whistle came from Sparky as she hop-skipped up the front steps and ratatatated on the door. Sparky wouldn't have been surprised if, well, she was doing something totally WRONG. That would suck but it was likely happening.
Of course, with Sparky, she was easily distracted, and as Boy ran out of her pocket, she took off after him. That wasn't good--Boy couldn't get away, he was her pet! And if they made a bad impression this early on, there was no chance she would be allowed to keep them. Running about like an idiot, Sparky cursed at Boy.