Bellum Vox Vicis
Sept 19, 2011 21:30:04 GMT -5
Post by Bellum Vicis on Sept 19, 2011 21:30:04 GMT -5
[/IMG]Tell us who you are...
Image of your character here
Name: Bellum Vox Vicis
AKA: Bell for short
Age: Sixteen
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Affiliation: Student.
Gift: Demonic -- Telekinetic Arms. Bellum has invisible telekinetic arms that come out of her back. They reach out 5 meters and she has 7 different arms. She can vibrate them and pick up objects and can cut through things like a knife.
Play-By: Emma Stone
[/font][/blockquote]May I ask your story...?
What is Bellum Vicis? A girl who loves to be creative and doesn't want to blend in. Her bright natural red hair is usually down or up in a pony tail consisting of a braid on the right side starting from her hairline. Blue eyes sparkle, creating each and every detail of the clothing she designs, the clothes she wears, and the way she lives her life. Most people, like her friends and parents believe that her eyes can see right into your heart and soul to see what kind of person you are.
Bellum has slightly full but slightly thin lips. She slightly paints them every day with a shine of a clear color. Her nose is slightly big and slightly small. Of course, everyday, like she always does, she makes it a small ritual to get a small amount of paint on her nose. Everybody believes she looks silly, but got used to it after awhile and never questioned it. An average clothing wear for Bellum is something fashionable. People in her weren't broke beggars, but not exactly fancy pants either. They were pretty much moderate, bordering in the middle. But her average wear for an average girl? Probably something like an inspirational quote on her bright shirt or a vest with a black and white cami under it. This is most likely matched with a pair of pants or shorts and her rainbow Converse. Oh yea, I said it. Rainbow Converse. :3
Bellum is a happy person who loves almost everything about the world. Bellum loves her town square, her school, the shops, and the overall life in the world. Bellum Vicis is also the girl that loves to be comfortable when she dresses and doesn't care what others think. She hates being teased about anything. Bellum is a pretty sensitive but can shape up within a matter of seconds.
When she was 13, she figured out how to use her arms. The recruiter came and her parents went ballistic. After Bellum told her parents that everything was okay, they reluctantly agreed to let her go. But they acknowledged that she loved the academy. She was able to fully use her arms by 14 years old.
She is a pretty caring person who loves to help out with anything but hates the people she has to help (whether it be homework or drama class). Bellum sometimes has a hard time helping people because she has a hard time talking to new people. She usually is pretty loud and outgoing, but when it comes to certain situations, she is totally at a loss of words. She loves talking nonetheless. Sometimes her parents have to pay her to shut up every once in a while.
Bellum is sometimes pretty rude and doesn't exactly think before she speaks. She is also super paranoid and obsesses over money. Bellum hates herself for being a late sleeper. Personally, she believes she is pretty unpredictable. Three words that describe her in total: Random, nice, and loud.
She resents her father for putting a scar over her eye. When she was 12, she was walking with her dad, and he did an experiment on a power line. Suddenly, the line snapped. Being smart, she closed her eyes and ducked to the ground, but having her eye whipped in the process. Her father and Bellum had a pretty strained relationship after he mutilated her face.
And the Puppetmaster is...
Name: Lilium
Experience: About a year and a half or so...
How you got here: I read your advertisement on Hunger Games RPG and I was like "ZOMG AMAZING PLOTLINES EVERYWARRR" and joined. I also think this is a very nice sit by the way.
Are you ready? Yes! *flaps hands at face* MUST MEET MY ROOMATES.
Skills. Show them.
Nami breathed in the warm spring air. Mixed in with the falling Cherry Blossoms was the sweet smell of nature, which was soon to be a battle ground. Opening her large cyan eyes, Nami scanned the field for the small glimmer of hope that would save her from the arena.
This salvation came in the smalled forms of packages. For Nami, this just so happened to be a beautiful set of golden throwing knives, firmly in their separate pockets within the black belt.
Aha, Nami sarcastically remarked to herself. Those tributes will be at my mercy now! Closing her eyes for a brief second to assure herself she can be saved, the little black haired girl continued working on finding other supplies for herself. While she knew the other tributes, especially the ones from the lower Districts, were looking at things to at least keep themselves alive for a time, she came up with a set up items. She divided them into two plans: Plan A and Plan B. The District 3 girl's idea was that is somebody stole too many of Plan A or B items, she could launch for the other plan, ensuring she had enough. But you would never definitely know what items you were going to get. It was basically a blind game; grab whatever the heck you can and a weapon and just get out of there.
Spears? Eh... I don't think so. I was never good at them in training. A mace? Good back up at least. Bread? Definitely. Rope? Might come in handy. A tent? Absolutely. Throwing knives? A must. Oh, oh, oh I definitely need a first aid kit.
Her nervous thoughts were nothing now. She couldn't be distracted now! One misstep and she's dead, over, gone, bye bye! Her heart that was thrown against her ribcage made a sound loud enough that even she could hear it. The thoughts of "would I die, or live?" suddenly vanished her as she had to make last second preparations off the plate. Just some bread, a tent, a first aid kit, another weapon of any kind, and some throwing knives. Any other food elements would be definitely okay.
Suddenly, the loud gong rang through her ears. Sprinting off the plate, she grabbed a loaf of bread and some rope. Crushing the bread and rope into her new black jacket, Nami leaped to the giant golden horn of life.
Without even thinking, she grabbed a first aid kit and a small bag of whatever, just picking up what was on the ground. Suddenly, the golden knives with the black belt were in front of her. Slightly hesitating, just slightly, she picks up the belt and buckles the beautiful weapons of murder around her small waist.
Quickly, before finding her alliance members, she grabs a pack and a tent and runs over to Divine, the girl from District 6 and Tentatio, the other girl from District 5. Together they run to the forest. Only one in their small group could win, but not even that probably. Its either one or none.
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