Toasted_Seraph
05-20-2008, 09:02 PM
Username: Toasted_Seraph
GENERAL
Name: Machiru 'Machin' Bach
Gender: Female
Age: 15
School: Higashi Junior High
School Clubs:
Art Club
Track and Field Club
Ballet Club
Skill Stats:
Stamina: 10
Strength: 10
Defense: 5
Speed: 15
Total Skill Points: 40.
Status: F-Class
A-T Information: Her Air Treks are rather simple pair of flat red and white ankle boots. The wheels are white and have her name written in both hiragana and English with a black permanent marker. Her logic was that she wanted nothing too fancy for a beginner, but at the same time she wanted a bit of style.
LOOKS
Eye Colour: Green, with tints of yellow and gray around the centers.
Hair Colour: Blond, but has been dyed black so as to seem less conspicuous. Her roots, however, are beginning to show.
Skin Tone: Pale enough to be problem, she has a tendency to burn easily.
Height/Weight: 157 cm || 45 kg
Blood-type: B
Overall Appearance: Machin is a very plain and unnoticeable girl, preferring to downplay her existence as much as possible. Her body is rather well toned by her constant running and exercise, but she still has no sign whatsoever of a tan. The bane of her existence is her rather ample chest, caused by her genetic lineage. Nose always sunburned, Machin has a few freckles sprinkled across her cheeks that simply won't go away. Her hair is long in the front, reaching to her collar bone, but for some reason is short in the back and tends to defy gravity by sticking up like a strange parody of a duck's tail and a bush hybrid.
She prefers to wear her uniform, but does wear other clothes. When skating, Machin usually wears tight black pants that reach her knees, a red vest, and a white T-Shirt. Her vest is usually always zipped up only halfway, which is as far as her 'assets' allow it to go, and her shirt usually has some quirky saying in English or German on it. Out of necessity, she will wear black and white golf gloves.
Machin has her ears pierced and wears small silver ball studs. Her only true accessory is the antique pocket watch her father gave her that always stays in her vest or jacket pocket. When relaxing at home, Machin is usually seen in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
PERSONALITY
Likes:
Being independent
A clean start
Sugary foods
Dislikes:
Being alone
People who pick on others
Not being strong enough
Hobbies:
Dancing
Running track
AT riding
Fears: Nyctophobia, claustrophobia, and glossophobia.
Goals: To run faster and farther than anyone else, and yet be able to care for the ones she loves.
Overall Personality: Machin is a very rash and righteous girl, preferring to think on her feet rather than to plan ahead. She is slightly shy and has an acute phobia of speaking to other people, making her a rather silent individual. Machin is more of a follower than a leader, and she's quite happy with her lot. Once she opens up, Machin is a delightfully witty and sarcastic girl who will do whatever it takes to protect and care for her friends.
She's rather obsessed with being able to run properly, and often engages in strange diets and exercises in rather vain attempts to get back into proper running shape. Her large breasts make her a target for the more perverted members of the male sex, and Machin has developed quite a right hook to dissuade them.
HISTORY
Birthplace: Frankfurt, Germany
Birthdate: January 1
Birthtime: 13:13
Parents: Adelbert Bach (father; deceased), Kumiko Bach nee Yamamoto (mother)
Siblings: None
Overall History: Machin's parents met in Paris and hit it off spectacularly. Five years after their meeting, Machin was born in her father's hometown of Frankfurt, where she was raised. She lived a normal and happy life, encouraged by her parents to grow up to be whatever she wanted. Machin, ever confused, started running ever morning with her father. Determined to become the fastest person in the entire world and make her father proud of her, she became addicted to training at all times. Her mother, determined to have some sort of girlish activities in Machin's life, made her take up ballet and continue practicing it.
When Machin was only 13 years old, her father died in a violent crash on the Autobahn, leaving Machin and her mother to fend for themselves. Her mother could only manage to keep working in Germany for a year, and Machin was warned that she might need to find something to connect with her new Japanese classmates. Machin dyed her hair black and began to find videos of Storm Riders, becoming determined to use that to have some sort of common ground with the Japanese.
Her mother noticed, and upon their arrival in Japan, took Machin to an AT store and purchased a single pair of ATs. While her mother went looking for a job and a school for her in Tokyo, Machin began adding in AT riding to her daily ritual of dancing and running. The more she rode, the more addicted she became, until the point where AT riding had been firmly cemented in her schedule. Hopefully her new classmates at Higashi Junior High can accept her for it.
EXTRA
Extra: Machiru is fluent in German and Japanese. She's trying to learn English, but isn't meeting with much success. Her measurements are 87/56/83, and she often measures herself in the locker room to determine if she needs another diet.
Roleplay Sample:
This lovely selection comes from... a Final Fantasy roleplay site. It contains some bad words and a dying person.
“Someone get the Cura! And bring a bag of blood!” A hand, warm and cool, pressed against a deliriously boiling forehead, trying to draw the mind back to the body. “Hey kid, what’s your blood type?”
Hot is cold and up is down… Wonder which way the world will flow if nobody knows… A shudder, breath pumped by hand through a steadily cooling body, and a small hand twitched and traced a small circle in blood with a quivering finger. The tiny body heaved once, attendant automatically moving her head so the surge of bile and blood wouldn’t block her throat.
“That’s a good girl. Stay with me now. We’re going to need to put this tube back in, and I need you to relax. Can you do that for me?”
Oh, everyone’s mad here… where the sky is white and clouds are blue. The world’s fading black, oh my what a lark…
“SHIT! She’s crashing!! Come on now, listen to me!” A light slap shocked the girl back to reality, ocean blues overlapping with sterile white. “You’ve got Air Trecks right? You any good?” Smallest of nods, a shudder before the frantic scrambling and clutching of scarred fingers started. “CURA!” The little body went still, blood dripping its strange staccato onto the pink tinged tile.
Start at the beginning... and when you reach the end then STOP!
The tube was pulled, a gust of cold preceding a bone-deep chill. “Sorry there. We have to take this all off to get you clean and bandaged up. Damn, where’re the scissors?” A sick ripping sound, and the cold spread further, shocking the body into action. Hand clutching automatically at blood soaked blankets, Mina went to kick the nurse in the face. Her face twisted with effort, the roller blader did her best to do damage.
And screamed when her effort couldn’t even twitch her littlest toe.
“Calm down Mina! You just suffered a bit of shock! A few weeks and you’ll be right as rain again!” Cold hands pressed against bony shoulders, carefully wrapping clean white bandages around a naked and gaunt torso. “See, we’ll take care of you until you get better. Because you’ll get better. I promise.” Deft hands went about their business, cutting off the last shreds of blood soaked fabric and replacing it with a standard hospital gown.
Still the banshee wail of terror went on, stopping only when her lungs gave out and blood frothed at the corners of Mina’s mouth.
“I’m sorry.” A prick in numb skin, spreading a feeling of calm contented nothingness through her fragile systems. And Mina Lyn slipped off into a realm of peaceful sleep, where not even the smallest of things mattered anymore.
I'm afraid I can't explain myself, you see, because I'm not myself, you know. I can't put it any more clearly, sir, because it isn't clear to me.
GENERAL
Name: Machiru 'Machin' Bach
Gender: Female
Age: 15
School: Higashi Junior High
School Clubs:
Art Club
Track and Field Club
Ballet Club
Skill Stats:
Stamina: 10
Strength: 10
Defense: 5
Speed: 15
Total Skill Points: 40.
Status: F-Class
A-T Information: Her Air Treks are rather simple pair of flat red and white ankle boots. The wheels are white and have her name written in both hiragana and English with a black permanent marker. Her logic was that she wanted nothing too fancy for a beginner, but at the same time she wanted a bit of style.
LOOKS
Eye Colour: Green, with tints of yellow and gray around the centers.
Hair Colour: Blond, but has been dyed black so as to seem less conspicuous. Her roots, however, are beginning to show.
Skin Tone: Pale enough to be problem, she has a tendency to burn easily.
Height/Weight: 157 cm || 45 kg
Blood-type: B
Overall Appearance: Machin is a very plain and unnoticeable girl, preferring to downplay her existence as much as possible. Her body is rather well toned by her constant running and exercise, but she still has no sign whatsoever of a tan. The bane of her existence is her rather ample chest, caused by her genetic lineage. Nose always sunburned, Machin has a few freckles sprinkled across her cheeks that simply won't go away. Her hair is long in the front, reaching to her collar bone, but for some reason is short in the back and tends to defy gravity by sticking up like a strange parody of a duck's tail and a bush hybrid.
She prefers to wear her uniform, but does wear other clothes. When skating, Machin usually wears tight black pants that reach her knees, a red vest, and a white T-Shirt. Her vest is usually always zipped up only halfway, which is as far as her 'assets' allow it to go, and her shirt usually has some quirky saying in English or German on it. Out of necessity, she will wear black and white golf gloves.
Machin has her ears pierced and wears small silver ball studs. Her only true accessory is the antique pocket watch her father gave her that always stays in her vest or jacket pocket. When relaxing at home, Machin is usually seen in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
PERSONALITY
Likes:
Being independent
A clean start
Sugary foods
Dislikes:
Being alone
People who pick on others
Not being strong enough
Hobbies:
Dancing
Running track
AT riding
Fears: Nyctophobia, claustrophobia, and glossophobia.
Goals: To run faster and farther than anyone else, and yet be able to care for the ones she loves.
Overall Personality: Machin is a very rash and righteous girl, preferring to think on her feet rather than to plan ahead. She is slightly shy and has an acute phobia of speaking to other people, making her a rather silent individual. Machin is more of a follower than a leader, and she's quite happy with her lot. Once she opens up, Machin is a delightfully witty and sarcastic girl who will do whatever it takes to protect and care for her friends.
She's rather obsessed with being able to run properly, and often engages in strange diets and exercises in rather vain attempts to get back into proper running shape. Her large breasts make her a target for the more perverted members of the male sex, and Machin has developed quite a right hook to dissuade them.
HISTORY
Birthplace: Frankfurt, Germany
Birthdate: January 1
Birthtime: 13:13
Parents: Adelbert Bach (father; deceased), Kumiko Bach nee Yamamoto (mother)
Siblings: None
Overall History: Machin's parents met in Paris and hit it off spectacularly. Five years after their meeting, Machin was born in her father's hometown of Frankfurt, where she was raised. She lived a normal and happy life, encouraged by her parents to grow up to be whatever she wanted. Machin, ever confused, started running ever morning with her father. Determined to become the fastest person in the entire world and make her father proud of her, she became addicted to training at all times. Her mother, determined to have some sort of girlish activities in Machin's life, made her take up ballet and continue practicing it.
When Machin was only 13 years old, her father died in a violent crash on the Autobahn, leaving Machin and her mother to fend for themselves. Her mother could only manage to keep working in Germany for a year, and Machin was warned that she might need to find something to connect with her new Japanese classmates. Machin dyed her hair black and began to find videos of Storm Riders, becoming determined to use that to have some sort of common ground with the Japanese.
Her mother noticed, and upon their arrival in Japan, took Machin to an AT store and purchased a single pair of ATs. While her mother went looking for a job and a school for her in Tokyo, Machin began adding in AT riding to her daily ritual of dancing and running. The more she rode, the more addicted she became, until the point where AT riding had been firmly cemented in her schedule. Hopefully her new classmates at Higashi Junior High can accept her for it.
EXTRA
Extra: Machiru is fluent in German and Japanese. She's trying to learn English, but isn't meeting with much success. Her measurements are 87/56/83, and she often measures herself in the locker room to determine if she needs another diet.
Roleplay Sample:
This lovely selection comes from... a Final Fantasy roleplay site. It contains some bad words and a dying person.
“Someone get the Cura! And bring a bag of blood!” A hand, warm and cool, pressed against a deliriously boiling forehead, trying to draw the mind back to the body. “Hey kid, what’s your blood type?”
Hot is cold and up is down… Wonder which way the world will flow if nobody knows… A shudder, breath pumped by hand through a steadily cooling body, and a small hand twitched and traced a small circle in blood with a quivering finger. The tiny body heaved once, attendant automatically moving her head so the surge of bile and blood wouldn’t block her throat.
“That’s a good girl. Stay with me now. We’re going to need to put this tube back in, and I need you to relax. Can you do that for me?”
Oh, everyone’s mad here… where the sky is white and clouds are blue. The world’s fading black, oh my what a lark…
“SHIT! She’s crashing!! Come on now, listen to me!” A light slap shocked the girl back to reality, ocean blues overlapping with sterile white. “You’ve got Air Trecks right? You any good?” Smallest of nods, a shudder before the frantic scrambling and clutching of scarred fingers started. “CURA!” The little body went still, blood dripping its strange staccato onto the pink tinged tile.
Start at the beginning... and when you reach the end then STOP!
The tube was pulled, a gust of cold preceding a bone-deep chill. “Sorry there. We have to take this all off to get you clean and bandaged up. Damn, where’re the scissors?” A sick ripping sound, and the cold spread further, shocking the body into action. Hand clutching automatically at blood soaked blankets, Mina went to kick the nurse in the face. Her face twisted with effort, the roller blader did her best to do damage.
And screamed when her effort couldn’t even twitch her littlest toe.
“Calm down Mina! You just suffered a bit of shock! A few weeks and you’ll be right as rain again!” Cold hands pressed against bony shoulders, carefully wrapping clean white bandages around a naked and gaunt torso. “See, we’ll take care of you until you get better. Because you’ll get better. I promise.” Deft hands went about their business, cutting off the last shreds of blood soaked fabric and replacing it with a standard hospital gown.
Still the banshee wail of terror went on, stopping only when her lungs gave out and blood frothed at the corners of Mina’s mouth.
“I’m sorry.” A prick in numb skin, spreading a feeling of calm contented nothingness through her fragile systems. And Mina Lyn slipped off into a realm of peaceful sleep, where not even the smallest of things mattered anymore.
I'm afraid I can't explain myself, you see, because I'm not myself, you know. I can't put it any more clearly, sir, because it isn't clear to me.