Post by Despair on Jun 6, 2009 11:04:34 GMT -5
Name:Terrisa Degualle
Nickname:Terri, but most know me as Chaos.
Powers:I'm an assasssin, and not just any assassin, I'm an elite, ass-kicking assasssin, spy, interrogator, and escapee. Take that! I can fight with anything you give me, or nothing at all. Bring it.
Age: 18, borderline 19.
Gender:Um, waiit, waaaaaiiiit, lemme cheeeckk...yep, still female.
Race:Alien. Definitely alien. I'm human, duh! I've got family somewhere...an uncle named Kadin, a third cousin twice removed named Roxy (don't ask me how I remember that).
Appearance: Okay, well, I've got brown eyes, but the shade of brown they are ranges from a sort of gold to almost black. My hair is cut short and layered in this totally punk, skater-chick stye. I've got lean, softly-defined muscles that look soooo much weaker than they are. My friends tell me that my punches give an entirely new meaning to hitting "like a girl". Those muscles are flexible, too; I can bend in ways most people only dream of. Don't take that the wrong way. Okay, so anyway, I'm pretty tall, somewhere around 5'9-ish, give or take an inch. I'm not exactly flat, either...let's just leave it at that. I'm a gal, I've got a gal's body, complete with all that comes with it, so let's move on.
Well, I'm almost always wearing my Unit attire, and being an elite, that consists of a skin-tight, slightly padded, dusky-blue body suit. It's a nice color, not baby blue, not navy, but like the sky right after the sun goes down. The twilight. It's got built-in black gloves (fingerless, but they can become full-gloves) that have concealed spikes that can come out of the knuckles, which seriously rocks. From the wrist up, there's these things that look like a black ribbon lacing up each arm to my shoulders, and an identical black ribbon around my neck like a choker-necklace.
On the ribbon on my right arm, it has notifications sent from the team tech, little digital letters and numbers that stand for a new operation or action. On the left arm it displays the time of day and my current location. That's not all these "ribbons" can do. The one on my neck can become a whip, while the ones on my arms can be used to tie up anyone. Yeah, anyone. Even someone who can control fire or acid or any other element, and I can also use them as tight-ropes or bungee-cords when needed. On my fingernails, which are perfectly manicured, might I add, there are little transparent, circular screens about a centimeter in diameter. What's displayed on the fingers generally varies, but on my thumbs it's always the same. On the right, it shows my distance from the base, and on my left, it gives me a reading of how much time I have left to complete my mission. On my wrists are identical bracelets and matching rings on my index fingers. One of the sets, the one on my right, contains approximately 15 different poisons I can inject into someone just by shaking hands or smear onto a needle while throwing it. On my left, the bracelet-ring set holds approximately 50 different antidotes to any number of toxins, poisons, and diseases.
Pretty cool, huh?
Moving on from the arms to my torso, there's a black band that loops around my hips. For something that's only two inches tall and half-a-centimeter wide, it holds a LOT of stuff. That baby holds all four, 10-piece set of daggers, needles, and shruikin (ninja stars). I also have concealed weapons all over my body; my earrings are actually fold-in needles, my contacts can concentrate light from the sun into a laser-beam that can melt through walls, and the heels on my boots can become daggers. Ouch.
Speaking of, let's move down to my legs and feet. I wear these awesome knee-high, four-inch high-heeled black boots. These things are not only totally hot and stylish, but with them, I can walk on any surface. Plus, the soles can change to look like an animal's prints to hide my footprints, and they're water/fire-proof. I love my job.
Personality: Well, I don't know how you would describe me...Well, what do you want to know? After so many years of learning to balance and stretching out/strengthening my muscles to nearly-impossible proportions, I walk gracefully and with total silence. It's kind of creepy. I tend to get an attitude with people, so I strike a lot of poses. You know, the whole 'hand on hip' defiance thing. An expression most people know me for it an elegantly arched eyebrow and small smirk, which can mean anything from "mmhmm, suuuure" to "I just killed the guy we're after, can we leave now?"...depending on the context, of course. I'm not arrogant, I don't try to annoy people on purpose, but I am a bit b.itchy. Sorry people. Get over it. I've been told that I look so sweet and innocent, and it must be true, because my targets never seem to think I mean them any harm. How wrong they are! I know I'm not ugly, but I'm not drop-dead gorgeous, either. I'm confidant in myself, but I know when to drop out of a fight. I'm not stupid, but I'm no genius, and I reserve judgement on people until I feel its necessary to point something out about their behavior. All in all, I think I'm a pretty decent individual, if you don't count the assassin part.
Kingdom: Mercenary, baby.
History: I don't talk about my life up until I was 14 years old, living on my own. Originally, I worked with a team of mercenaries that stuck together. Well, our team-leader, our BOSS, was Tristan Darknote. Then we had our TECH, Natalie Code, and Ryu Healheart for our MED. He was a real honey, that boy. Anyway, we had a nice gal named Elizabeth Kingsfriend for our TRUCE, she's a total prodigy. Already helped saved Ivalia secretely...twice. Oh, and Chase "Danny" Windblade, our hot-headed DAGGER. He was funny, we got along nicely. I'm sure you can imagine, from the 'last names' and the 'code names' what each person did. I was the spy, the assasssin, the kick-ass gal in the group...until we were captured. I was sixteen when I watched my friends tortured and killed right before my eyes. Being the one who had been through worse and knew all about escape tactics, I was the only survivor. I couldn't save anyone else, but I had the chance to and didn't. I was scared, I was selfish, and I will live with that guilt for the rest of my life.
Picture:You really wanna see a pic of me? Me? Alright, well, fine.
That's me...courtesy of layeredhairstyles.stock.
Nickname:Terri, but most know me as Chaos.
Powers:I'm an assasssin, and not just any assassin, I'm an elite, ass-kicking assasssin, spy, interrogator, and escapee. Take that! I can fight with anything you give me, or nothing at all. Bring it.
Age: 18, borderline 19.
Gender:Um, waiit, waaaaaiiiit, lemme cheeeckk...yep, still female.
Race:Alien. Definitely alien. I'm human, duh! I've got family somewhere...an uncle named Kadin, a third cousin twice removed named Roxy (don't ask me how I remember that).
Appearance: Okay, well, I've got brown eyes, but the shade of brown they are ranges from a sort of gold to almost black. My hair is cut short and layered in this totally punk, skater-chick stye. I've got lean, softly-defined muscles that look soooo much weaker than they are. My friends tell me that my punches give an entirely new meaning to hitting "like a girl". Those muscles are flexible, too; I can bend in ways most people only dream of. Don't take that the wrong way. Okay, so anyway, I'm pretty tall, somewhere around 5'9-ish, give or take an inch. I'm not exactly flat, either...let's just leave it at that. I'm a gal, I've got a gal's body, complete with all that comes with it, so let's move on.
Well, I'm almost always wearing my Unit attire, and being an elite, that consists of a skin-tight, slightly padded, dusky-blue body suit. It's a nice color, not baby blue, not navy, but like the sky right after the sun goes down. The twilight. It's got built-in black gloves (fingerless, but they can become full-gloves) that have concealed spikes that can come out of the knuckles, which seriously rocks. From the wrist up, there's these things that look like a black ribbon lacing up each arm to my shoulders, and an identical black ribbon around my neck like a choker-necklace.
On the ribbon on my right arm, it has notifications sent from the team tech, little digital letters and numbers that stand for a new operation or action. On the left arm it displays the time of day and my current location. That's not all these "ribbons" can do. The one on my neck can become a whip, while the ones on my arms can be used to tie up anyone. Yeah, anyone. Even someone who can control fire or acid or any other element, and I can also use them as tight-ropes or bungee-cords when needed. On my fingernails, which are perfectly manicured, might I add, there are little transparent, circular screens about a centimeter in diameter. What's displayed on the fingers generally varies, but on my thumbs it's always the same. On the right, it shows my distance from the base, and on my left, it gives me a reading of how much time I have left to complete my mission. On my wrists are identical bracelets and matching rings on my index fingers. One of the sets, the one on my right, contains approximately 15 different poisons I can inject into someone just by shaking hands or smear onto a needle while throwing it. On my left, the bracelet-ring set holds approximately 50 different antidotes to any number of toxins, poisons, and diseases.
Pretty cool, huh?
Moving on from the arms to my torso, there's a black band that loops around my hips. For something that's only two inches tall and half-a-centimeter wide, it holds a LOT of stuff. That baby holds all four, 10-piece set of daggers, needles, and shruikin (ninja stars). I also have concealed weapons all over my body; my earrings are actually fold-in needles, my contacts can concentrate light from the sun into a laser-beam that can melt through walls, and the heels on my boots can become daggers. Ouch.
Speaking of, let's move down to my legs and feet. I wear these awesome knee-high, four-inch high-heeled black boots. These things are not only totally hot and stylish, but with them, I can walk on any surface. Plus, the soles can change to look like an animal's prints to hide my footprints, and they're water/fire-proof. I love my job.
Personality: Well, I don't know how you would describe me...Well, what do you want to know? After so many years of learning to balance and stretching out/strengthening my muscles to nearly-impossible proportions, I walk gracefully and with total silence. It's kind of creepy. I tend to get an attitude with people, so I strike a lot of poses. You know, the whole 'hand on hip' defiance thing. An expression most people know me for it an elegantly arched eyebrow and small smirk, which can mean anything from "mmhmm, suuuure" to "I just killed the guy we're after, can we leave now?"...depending on the context, of course. I'm not arrogant, I don't try to annoy people on purpose, but I am a bit b.itchy. Sorry people. Get over it. I've been told that I look so sweet and innocent, and it must be true, because my targets never seem to think I mean them any harm. How wrong they are! I know I'm not ugly, but I'm not drop-dead gorgeous, either. I'm confidant in myself, but I know when to drop out of a fight. I'm not stupid, but I'm no genius, and I reserve judgement on people until I feel its necessary to point something out about their behavior. All in all, I think I'm a pretty decent individual, if you don't count the assassin part.
Kingdom: Mercenary, baby.
History: I don't talk about my life up until I was 14 years old, living on my own. Originally, I worked with a team of mercenaries that stuck together. Well, our team-leader, our BOSS, was Tristan Darknote. Then we had our TECH, Natalie Code, and Ryu Healheart for our MED. He was a real honey, that boy. Anyway, we had a nice gal named Elizabeth Kingsfriend for our TRUCE, she's a total prodigy. Already helped saved Ivalia secretely...twice. Oh, and Chase "Danny" Windblade, our hot-headed DAGGER. He was funny, we got along nicely. I'm sure you can imagine, from the 'last names' and the 'code names' what each person did. I was the spy, the assasssin, the kick-ass gal in the group...until we were captured. I was sixteen when I watched my friends tortured and killed right before my eyes. Being the one who had been through worse and knew all about escape tactics, I was the only survivor. I couldn't save anyone else, but I had the chance to and didn't. I was scared, I was selfish, and I will live with that guilt for the rest of my life.
Picture:You really wanna see a pic of me? Me? Alright, well, fine.
That's me...courtesy of layeredhairstyles.stock.
