(Note: This may be a bit out of order...I started writing the app with another template - long story - but it does have all the necessary requirements. Whee.)
Rach: As long as it readable, thou art forgiven.
Percy: Oh, come off it. Your NOT Lancelot.
Rach: Nah, he's dead.
Percy: .<
Senshi: Sailor Nathanael, Senshi of Fire (explained below)
Perdix: It better be,
Emiko: ::kicks him::
Perdix: Oww.... why do you always kick me?
Emiko: I have a Fujin obsession. Namely, I am the talkative half of Fujin.
Perdix: ...
Earth Name: Sorcha Alida Keegan
Meaning: Sorcha - Irish Gaelic, "bright one"
Alida - Late Latin, "little winged one"
Keegan - Irish Gaelic, "little fiery one"
Rach: So, the name means Bright Winged Fiery one basically? I wish you
coulda summed that up, but I'll let that pass. Gaelic? Whats Gaelic? I
require the inifinite knowledge of Emiko! *Bow*
Percy: O.O;;, she is sucking up because of her WoE application.
Rach: Do you even know what WoE is?
Tami: Gaelic is the native language of IRELAND! IRELAND! IRELAND! *does a jig*
Emiko: My friend Mr. Cunningham is Irish. ^^ He reads Gaelic. He taught me
some.
Birthdate: August 17th
Sign: Leo
Blood Type: AB
Rach: *Sigh*Must everyone be an AB?
Percy: Leta is.
Rach: Leta is related to it, actually. So nyah!
Emiko: Uh, which blood type is most and least common?
Perdix: AB.
Emiko: So, NO MORE AB.
Age: 17
School: Patrick Henry HS, senior year, applying to mostly small East Coast schools. (*an
immensely out of character Sorcha chibi runs and tackles Wade* hee!)
Wade: *Goes purple and gives a tiny, embarrassed wave*
Tami: Aw, c'mon, Wade! Get a backbone!
Jace: Backbone? Get a pe -
Tami: *Whacks her*
Rach: *Giggles*
Leta: Wade? WHERE!?
Rach: O.O;;, forgot Tibster already?
Leta: *Patriotic look*NEVER!
Rach: I have said it before, hide Tibby.
Leta: HEY!
Emiko: Tibby started running when he heard the letter "L." <g>
Perdix: Nice detail on the college applying.
Likes: nice clothes, scented candles, having people pay attention to her
Percy: Scented candles make me naseous. Get rid of them.
Rach: ^^;;, ignore the bird.
Dislikes: small places with lots of people in them, winter, crummy weather (clouds,
fog, rain, etc.), being completely alone, swimming
Rach: Ugh! Enough people hate small spaces!
Percy: Leta doesn't like small spaces.
Rach: Leta is just a hyperball. And must everything be about Leta!?
Percy: *Romantic look*Right, it should be about Jace! *Dreamy eyes*
*Jace summarily sends Percy to the KFC oil rack*
Rach: This is pathetic.
Favorite food: Barbecued anything, spicy Indian food,
Emiko: She shoud marry Ravi! His mother's an Indian cook!
Perdix: Why do you players insist upon playing multiple matchmakers?
tea with lemon
Least: Steak and kidney pie - her British relatives force her to eat it, and it's her
least favorite part of vacations
Rach: UGH! GRROOOSS!
Percy: Hmm, sounds good! Bring me some!
Leta: *Turns green*Ugh... I want a new guardian...
Favorite subject: Debate
Least favorite: Anthropology
Emiko: (Begin cheering noise here.)
Tami: YAY! Original subject likes!
Jace: She's a bloody nerd.
Perdix: You know, most of the schools in Roanoke actually have Forensics classes. Anthropology is... a bit wierd...
Emiko: (End cheering here.)
Emiko: Hurrah for you!
Colour: Orange-yellow. Go watch a movie with a bunch of explosions and watch the
huge, billowing balls of flame; *that's* the colour.
Rach: ^^. Hey! I'm commenting on everything!
Percy: Stopped slacking?
Rach: You never review, hypocrite.
Tami: Orange-yellow? Man, the Angelus is starting to look like a fruit convention, what
with Thelial's orange-red and now Sorcha's orange-yellow...
Perdix: ::cackles::
Hobbies: cooking, especially on the barbecue; tooling around Roanoke in her family's "old car", a beat-up cherry
Perdix: Cherry! Fruit!
red sedan; hanging out with large groups of friends and doing nothing in particular;
lighting all the candles in her room and staring at the lights
Rach: *Stares at the lights, and goes temporarily blind*AAHHH! HALP!
Jace: She's gettin' high off scented candles!
Leta: Wow, she is dumber then me.
Percy: That is one hell of a feat.
Leta: HEY!
Aspiration: Like a lot of teens, Sorcha doesn't really know what she wants to do yet;
however, she's leaning towards something vaguely scientific, possibly engineering
("hey, that's what all the money is in today anyways, right?").
Rach: *Puts on her glasses*It is? *changes career choice from actress to
engineer*
Jace: Actually, it's in pro -
*Wade claps his hands over Jace's mouth*
Tami: He's learning.
Emiko: I am not a lady of the night! >.< A night owl, maybe, but not a lady of the night!
Perdix: Argh, get over it already!
Gemstone: Ruby - birthstone for July.
Appearance
Sorcha doesn't have the stylish "waif" profile seen so often in magazines. She's
5'3" and around 150 lbs;
Perdix: Hurrah!
Emiko: Ditto. ^^
Rach: BAHAHA! Chubby! She'll hate Leta. ^^
Jace: What, because Leta can be blown away with the nearest wind?
Percy: Don't we all?
Rach: Your pushin' it Percy. Pushin' it.
with broad shoulders, wide hips, and not much of a waist, Sorcha's figure is a sort of ill-defined hourglass. However, her body is toned rather than flabby,
Percy: Dang. You just ruined my fun. WE WANT FLAB!
Tami: 'I am Fatael, Angelus Senshi of Flab! FATAEL ANGEL CELLULITE-UP!'
Emiko: O.o;
and as her size is genetic Sorcha rarely lets it get her down. Beneath her curves
Jace: LADY OF THE NIGHT!
Emiko: ::starts to cry::
Perdix: ::hits her:: Get ahold of yourself, woman!
Emiko: Wufei! ::bonks Perdix on the head:
are strong muscles, which come into play whenever Sorcha has to lift her bookbag (hey, those textbooks are heavy!).
Emiko: No sh-- er, kidding.
As her height is less than imposing, Sorcha makes the most of it by always standing as straight as possible (and wearing heels, of course)
Rach: *Puts on a pair of heels and trips*
Percy: *Snicker*
Rach: *Gets back up*Twelve year olds are not made to wear high heels... *rubs nose*
Emiko: Hey, I'm 16, and I wasn't made for it either. ^^
Perdix: Old woman! ::laughs::
Emiko: ::kicks him::
. Her head is held high, and she strides rather than simply walking. Sorcha is the sort of person who refuses to waste movement by going slowly and dallying; everything she does is done with a quick sort of grace, full of energy and motion.
Emiko: This is good so far.
Sorcha enjoys wearing nice clothes, and has declared baggy jeans and t-shirts to be too sloppy.
Rach: She'd hate me. I'm a total skater girl. Baggy is IN girl!
Percy: Hooligan.
Rach: Thats what my Grandpa called me.. *thoughtful look*
When she's not in her school uniform,
Rach: Enlighten me, Emiko, does PH have uniforms?
Emiko: Uh, no... None of the schools do. Well, one of the private ones might...
Sorcha usually wears nice sweaters or blouses, boot-cut pants or longish skirts, and her favorite pair of black ankle boots. Most of her clothes are fairly well tailored, with slim but not body-hugging silhouettes, and tend to be rather conservative. She favors thick fabrics, and almost always pushes long sleeves up to her elbows. This lets her bracelet-adorned wrists clack noisily, often moving in time with the three hoop earrings in each ear.
Percy: 3? Wow, her ears must sag.
Perdix: Dooo yoooouuuurrrr booo--
Emiko: ::clamps a hand over his beak:: Don't sing the songs my mom sings, Perdix! Those are songs between women!
Rach: *Rolls eyes*Alright, specifications in colors. Judging by her personality, I'm pretty sure she sticks with the bright things, but one can never be sure. Also, how big are these hoops?
Tami: Like she's always going to wear the same colours? And of course, these hoops hang over to her knees. She catches fish with them.
Emiko: ::laughs:: Well, I think a good amount of people have a color they tend
to wear. I wear all tan khakis or army green cargo pants and usually white t-shirts. I
also have a favorite jacket I wear most of the time, khaki in color. And my wardrobe never
clashes. I blend into the scenery... But no matter!
As far as the rest of her appearance goes, Sorcha has inherited the looks of her
English
Leta: *Growls*ONLY ONE PERSON MAY BE BRITISH AND THAT IS TIBBY!
TIIIBBBYYY!
Rach: O.O
Jace: Acacia's British, too. Bloody Poms, first Accy then Tibbster and now Sory...
Tami: Sory? That's remarkably tame.
Jace: Forgive me. I meant, 'she who looks like dribbly feces'.
Tibby: I am, of course, better than the common American...
Emiko: Tibby's not only British, he's also stuck up. ^^
Tibby: I hate American TV.
Emiko: Quiet, dear. We're trying to review here. ::polites shoves him out::
forebears. Her thick, straight blonde hair
Tami: BLONDE!
falls to her shoulders; the ends are curled under. Sorcha usually keeps most of her hair out of her face with a headband, except for her cheekbone-length bangs. Her round face bears features that are pretty enough, but certainly not remarkable. Most of the time she emphasizes her ashen grey eyes with mascara and liner, and wears a touch of blush and lipstick. Sorcha has a rather expressive face, going easily from anger to laughter. It's rare for her face to be completely devoid of emotion, but when it is, a look of contemplation falls upon her face.
Rach: I really like this application so far... those descriptions were rather
good. Ashen... *Puts that down on her 'use this word to impress people' list.*
Tami: I like her looks!
Emiko: ::starts yelling at Jace:: She wears makeup! She's a lady of the night!
Perdix: O.o;;;
Family:
Mother - Anne Lowell-Keegan. 46 years old, graduated from a small exclusive women's
college in Massachusetts. She's a very kind woman, but rather protective, and tolerates no
whining from her children. Anne is also one of those women who mother everyone they come
across. Much to Sorcha's displeasure, she's very affectionate in public. As far as
appearance goes, Anne is 5'5"
Rach: SHORT! Bahaha! Beatcha to it Emiko!
Tami: Miniscule!
Jace: Tiny!
Both: A shrimp!
Emiko: ::whines:: 5'5" is not short! I'm only 5'2"!
Perdix: 5'1".
Emiko: Shut up! ::kicks him really hard::
, a bit plump, and has light blonde hair with nearly indistinguishable strands of grey
running through it. A pair of tortoise-shell bifocals distort her blue-gray eyes, which
are rimmed with laugh lines.
Father - William Keegan, 46 years old. He grew up in London, and came to the U.S. when he
received a grad student position at a college in Boston. William remains a computer geek,
and expects Sorcha to do just as well in school as he did. He's fairly strict, and insists
that every household chore has a right and wrong way to be done. Unlike Anne, he's not
very openly emotional, tending instead to be rather brusque. However, he does care deeply
for his family and would quite literally die to protect them. William is 5'10" tall,
rather on the stocky side, with green eyes and thick reddish-blonde hair. He also has
maintained his thick British accent, some of which Sorcha has picked up.
Leta: *Wails*Tibby's territory is being intruded upon!
Rach: *Rolls eyes*Your obsessed.
Tibby: I'm quite happy to share my territory.
Emiko: You just want to see if we can get enough characters to warrant showing British TV or something...
History: Sorcha hasn't lived in Roanoke her whole life. Her mother, Anne, writes children's storybooks
Rach: *Goes back to check*I didn't see that under her description... Leta's
daddy writes books too. What kinda books? Why am I going on about books?
Percy: Because you are such an avid reader.
Rach: Did I suspect a compliment?
Percy: No. Reading makes you a geek.
Rach: >.<
, and her father William is an engineer in one of Roanoke's foremost technology firms. When Sorcha was just a wee tyke,
Percy: *Snort*Wee tyke...
her family lived in a small house in rural New England. They were lower middle class, just above having to struggle to get by. However, when Sorcha was about six, two important things happened to her parents. William was offered a good job, and one of Anne's books became extremely popular (not Harry Potter mania, but still successful).
Emiko: HARRY POTTER!!!
Perdix: Argh, shush, I'm trying to read!
Emiko: I just remember how long I'll have to wait for the next HP book. ;_; I love Harry Potter! Well, not Harry in particular.... my character is Snape. He's single, do you think he'd go out with me?
Perdix: NO!
So, the trio moved into a large apartment in Roanoke. Sorcha remembers little of her family's "darker days", so to speak. For much of her conscious life, she's grown up in comfortable affluence, since her dad has moved up in the company and her mother's books remain popular. However, her parents grew up without money and are very careful to not let themselves waste their income. Sorcha's got a tidy little college fund, and she is able to shop at more upscale shops than most of her friends.
Tami: 7-11. Orrrr... MYTHWEAR! Wear feather coats made from the combined feathers of ALL our bird guardians!
Emiko: LOL!
Since preschool,
Emiko: Have I mentioned how nice it is to have a real history? Look, preschool! :D
Sorcha has always had a large group of friends. She passed through elementary school
quite easily, gaining the accolades of teachers and the friendship of her peers - although
she did gain a reputation for being bossy and extremely competitive. In general, her
life's been fairly normal.
As far as her upbringing, Sorcha lucked out; since her parents had completely different
fields of interest, they supported pretty much everything that their daughter wanted to
do. However, they were fairly strict, so Sorcha was brought up with proper manners and
regular schedules of chores - which, like almost anyone, she completely despises. She was
spoiled somewhat, as an only child, and that's one of the main reasons that she tries to
be the center of attention - it's how she grew up.
Rach: I liked this. It was descriptive. However, what happened when she found out that she is a senshi? How did she find out that she a was a senshi? DETAILS DETAILS!
Emiko: Hum, yeah. ^^ Does she know she's a senshi? Maybe she doesn't, Rach.
Perdix: She has a guardian.
Emiko: Oh.
Tami: I like! Spoilt brat!
Emiko: Just maybe needs to explain where she got her guardian. ^^ They don't grow on trees. Although, actually, some might...
Personality:
Sorcha is a very extroverted person. She feels most comfortable in social situations, when
she has a chance to show off. Though she doesn't actively try to attract attention, she
seems to have an air about her that says enticingly, "Hello. I'm friendly. Come talk
to me!"
Rach: Whenever I am in a bad mood, I've been told that I have the air that says
"Come near me and I'll bi-otch your head off. Got that?"
Percy: Its true.
Rac: Yeah, you can talk, bird.
Emiko: He sure can! :D ::took that literally::
In general, Sorcha is a lively, vivacious girl, willing to try almost anything once
(note the almost...). She usually hides her sadness or grief; if she actually shows signs
of depression, it means that something is quite wrong.
When something offends her, as often happens, Sorcha will explode. She'll scream and rave
and rant for a bit, but once she's done, it's all sunshine and smiles.
Rach: Wow, she sounds like me. *Looks around suspicously*
Percy: Oh for goodness sakes, NO ONE is stalking you!
Perdix: ::hides::
Emiko: Perdix! >_<;;;
Actually, Sorcha's disposition is almost never truly angry. She laughs off nearly everything, or merely brushes it off as being a petty comment from someone who's not up to her standards of intelligence.
Jace: ^&*$@#*)(!
Speaking of intelligence, Sorcha is quite bright (no pun intended, honestly...).
Percy: It was to lame to be a pun.
Rach: Your such a grump.
She attends Patrick Henry, where she thrives on the challenging pace.
Emiko: ::coughs::
Her natural determination leads her to work extremely hard at schoolwork, although it's not uncommon to hear a shout of "Aieee! Die, foul cosine!" from her room when she's in the middle of her homework.
Rach: ^^;;
A slightly-above-average student, Sorcha gets Bs and As in every class, though she absolutely despises anthropology - "what's the point of sitting around and studying societies when we could be out and participating in our own?" As far as creative talents go, Sorcha is a bit of a dilettante. She can produce recognizable drawings and make fairly decent sculptures, but doesn't really excel at any one area - like most people. She especially loves debate class, since a notable aspect of Sorcha's psyche is her willingness to argue. She will happily dispute the relative virtues of anything and everything.
Rach: Okay. I'm accepting this character because she is EXACTLY like me
except for her appearance.
Percy: RACHEL! It is to quick to make a suggestion!
Rach: *Sigh*I knnooowww...
Tami: It's Sailor Rach! Wheee.
Emiko: ... And I thought *I* was strange.
At home, Sorcha is generally a good kid. She does her chores and such - with a
good deal of whining, mind, but they do get done. She's an absolute neat freak, so her
room is usually very tidy, with everything in its place. Actually, her room is one of
Sorcha's favorite places to be; it should be described, since it's another good indication
of her personality. The walls are a light, sunny yellow, with big windows letting in
plenty of sunlight, and her bed is draped by a canopy created from pieces of gauzy red
material pinned to the ceiling. A large, light oak bookshelf is crammed with books, and
the top shelf is graced by a fairly good sound system. On the floor next to the bookshelf
is one of those massive CD holders; Sorcha loves listening to music, in nearly any style.
There are candles perched on nearly every flat surface in the room, though a parental
moratorium has been exercised, forcing each candle to rest on a good-sized metal plate to
prevent fires. The other prominent feature of Sorcha's room is her dresser. It's stuffed
full of clothes, and the top is cluttered with jewelry, hair brushes, makeup, and random
pieces of paper that seem important. The mirror above it has concert tickets and snapshots
of Sorcha's family and friends tucked into
the frame, along with a prayer card and a small cross balanced at the top.
Rach: Pretty. My room has a desk, computer, and a bed. Nice, huh?
Tami: I like the extra detail!
Emiko: Dittoitto! ^^
Religion is not a big part of Sorcha's family life. Officially, her family is
Roman Catholic. However, they're basically nonpracticing,
Emiko: Like most Americans, I'll bet...
and only attend church on major holidays (Christmas, Easter, Ash Wednesday, Palm
Sunday...you get the idea). She does,
however, carry a healthy disdain for the "Bible belt gits," as she calls them -
the sort of people who blame video games for school shootings and claim that AD&D is a
tool of Satan.
Rach: Don'tcha just hate them? When not skating, I am playing videogames.
VIDEO GAMES ARE NOT VIOLENCE, DANG IT!
Percy: Liberal, ain't she?
Tami: Yay, religion! Just like Wadey!
Emiko: DIE BIBLE BELT BUFFOONS! D&D FOREVER!!!!
Perdix: Please go into the corner to rant.
Strengths: Sorcha is extremely optimistic, always trying to look on the bright
side of things. She also has extremely high standards of quality, which lead her to work
hard at everything she does.
Weaknesses: Unfortunately, Sorcha's optimism can keep her from seeing a losing battle;
she'll often insist that if her allies try just a little harder, they can win this battle!
It also keeps her arguing with everyone, because she believes she's right. Irritating,
isn't she?
Rach: Nah, I love her.
Emiko: ::looks at Perdix::
Perdix: I'll stick with the romance I've got, thank you very much.
Emiko: You haven't got a chance and you know it... ::snickers::
Perdix: Shut up. >.<
Henshin:"Nathanael Angelus Power, Make-Up! " If you can believe this,
Sorcha uses a henshin cigarette lighter
Rach: *Spits out root beer laughing*
Percy: *Gets covered with root beer* I hate you.
Emiko: Hate Rach if ya want, Percy -- erm, wait, don't do that -- but love this applicant! A cigarette lighter! Genius! Superplenderiferous!
- and she doesn't smoke, either, so this results in some interesting confrontations with her parents...*cough* right
*Tami and Jace roll around laughing*
Rach: ^^
. The lighter itself is of standard size and looks antique; golden in colour, with engravings all over the front and back. She holds it up to the sky, flicks it, and tosses it up into the air. A warm beam of light shines down from above, illuminating Sorcha. The light pulses twice, then fades, leaving a yellow silhouette of Nathanael outlined in flame. She crosses her arms with each hand on the opposite shoulder, then flings them outward and spins once to her left. As she does so, the outline of her fuku appears in a shimmer of sparks and smoke. She then crosses her arms in front of her hips, bending slightly at the waist, and brings her arms up quickly above her head. When her hands are fully extended, a ring of flame starts at the feet and travels up her body, leaving behind the colours and details of the fuku. Finally, it springs off her fingers, rotates once, then falls into place on her forehead. The flames die away, leaving behind the chain and jewel. Nathanael then poses with one hand on her hip, the other in front of her face folded as if she were blowing smoke off her index finger.
Rach: Hmm. What happens to her henshin item? Or did I accidently skip that?
Emiko: Hey, what happened to any of the original henshin items?
Perdix: I ate 'em.
Tami: Hellmonkeys, I like! Originality ahoy!
Emiko: I concur!
Fuku:
Let's start at the head. Sorcha's trademark headband disappears. Rather than a tiara, a
large, cabochon-cut ruby dangles from a thick golden chain and rests on the middle of her
forehead. The chain lies on top of her hair. She retains her three hoop earrings per ear.
Moving down, we encounter the bodysuit. A bikini-style top of yellow-ororange fabric is
anchored in the center with a, you guessed it, bow.
Rach: Funny. I was thinking sleeves. O.O;;
Percy: Just shows how dumb you are.
The bow itself is rather small, a ribbon of gold lame
Rach: Forgive me, but lame? I turn to the goddess Emiko for a definiton
to
such use of this word! *bow*
Percy: Suckup*cough*Suckup.
Emiko: Goddess Emiko! ::gets into a fit of evil laughing and forgets to answer the question::
Tami: Lame: Shiny material.
with three-inch tails flopping down. Falling from the shoulders of the bodysuit top are two pieces of filmy white fabric that look vaguely like wings; they fall roughly to her knees. Around the bottom hem of the bodysuit is a piece of the same filmy white material, which barely brushes her belt (described below). Her gloves are pale yellow, starting at her elbows and coming down to her wrist, where a triangle of fabric is stretched over each side of her hand and connects around her middle finger. Over the gloves are her bangle bracelets. Not very practical, modest, or comfortable, but it looks neat.
*Jace grumbles about damn revealing outfits*
Jace: Even Pansy got armour. What did I get? A SKIRT!
Rach: I like it.
At her hips, an orange belt (which looks like the standard puffy white thing on the series' sailor uniforms - couldn't think of a better way to describe it)
Rach: I get what your getting at, ^^
serves as the anchor for Nathanael's skirt.
Emiko: Oh, crap, I just found that missing spill of congealed Country Time lemonade under my foot... >.< At least I had socks on.
Perdix: You interrupted the review to tell us that? ::groans::
It's long, falling to midcalf length, and made up of lots of layers of the same tulle
material. The layers are orange, yellow, and somewhere in between; the bottom of the skirt
is cut raggedly in a vaguely flamelike pattern. Gracing the back is a bow -
Underneath the skirt is the other half of the bodysuit; loose, orange-yellow pants that
fall to her knee. Call 'em capris, call 'em shorts, they're there.
Finally, Nathanael wears golden sandals; they have two thin straps across her foot and one
going behind her heel. Picture those Birkenstock sandals with the slingback strap thingy,
but thinner and shinier.
Rach: Alright, I REALLY liked these descriptions. Wai cute!
Emiko: Supaakool.
Symbol: A stylized flame; it looks like a teardrop with the tip cut into a
"W" shape, with the middle
point about twice as high as the outer points.
Percy: Hm. Tear drop? Doesn't that sorta clash with fire?
Tami: She's just talking about the shape. I get it.
Guardian: Beckett, a dog (though Sorcha has a tendency to call him "sweet widdle
puppy-wuppy").
Rach: Sweet widdle birdy-wirdy!
Percy: Did I ever mention I hate you?
Rach: Multiple times.
Sorcha found Beckett curled up at her doorstep one day when she was fourteen. After much begging, her parents allowed her to take the mutt in. It wasn't until Sorcha's sweet sixteen that Beckett told her of her destiny/past/whatever as Sailor Nathanael. She didn't believe him, of course, but finally he got through to her.
Emiko: Ooooh, so that's when and how she found out and met Beckett and everything... Incidentally, Thomasabeckett (little joke, 's what I call him) was one of my favorite historical figures. I think it was the name. Oh, but maybe you could include a paragraph on what she thinks of her senshi identity? Not required; this seems like a solid accept, but just a thought. ^^
Beckett is fairly standard in appearance; he vaguely resembles a Labrador Retriever, with hints of Golden Retriever, and there must be some Irish Setter in his bloodline, as his coat is an odd, dull, reddish-gold colour. Like most dogs, Beckett is very loyal; he also seems to have an outsize notion of his own strength and abilities. The dog is also very friendly, and only grudgingly admits that Sorcha's purpose is to fight other senshi rather than some sort of ultimate evil. However, he completely trusts Sorcha, and would follow her anywhere. He's not much of a guardian or a guide, really; more of a steadfast companion. Beckett spends most of his time curled up on Sorcha's bed, lolling in the sun.
Rach: Sounds like my dog, Benji, only he is cuter and Beckett talks. What is Beckett named for?
Emiko: Teehee. ^^ ::evil grin::
Perdix: Stop grinning! >.<
Power: "Nathanael Flaming Explosion!" Nathanael clasps her hands
horizontally, saying the first word in the phrase. As she utters the second word, she
draws her hands apart, keeping them horizontally parallel. A glowing orb the size of a
soccer ball, spitting sparks, appears between her hands. She rotates her hands and brings
them above her head, the ball staying in between. The wing-fabric-things snap out and
become more solid. Nathanael screams the last word and hurls the ball at the opponent; the
fabric wings push forward, giving it an extra burst of speed. When it comes within three
feet of its target, the ball explodes into many small flames that go flying in all
directions, with a light show like a firework in miniature. If Nathanael concentrates, and
remains in her stance after throwing the ball, she can control the time of its explosion.
The attack can do considerable damage if it actually hits a foe, but most times Nathanael
is unable to remain in her pose or concentrate hard enough for it to remain whole until it
makes contact.
Rach: Ah, good. I like this power, not to powerful, but still
useful. Go you. ^^
Angel: (from www.sarasarchangels.com, because I'm a lazy, untalented bum)
Rach: Untalented MY bum!
Perdix: And what a nice buh--
Emiko ::kicks him::
"In Jewish
Emiko: Hurrah!
Perdix: ?
Emiko: My mom's side of the family is Jewish. Even though I'm not Jewish any more, I still retain some pride and/or cultural identity.
legendary lore, Nathanael is the 6th created angel and one of the 12 angels of vengeance. He is lord over the element of fire. He is the angel who "burned the servants of Jair" in the contest between God and Baal, saving from fire the 7 men who would not sacrifice to the pagan diety. In Waite, Nathanael is the angels of the 6th hour, serving under Samil. He is also one of the 3 angels (with Ingethal and Zeruch) set over hidden things."
Tami: Hidden things! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *Laughs until everyone looks at her*
Emiko: ::stares::
I've been wanting to do a fire senshi for a long time, and decided to do an
Angelus senshi because there weren't that many. Ahem. Anyway, there are a whole bunch of
fire angels, but since Nathanael is the *lord* of fire...heck, why not go for the big one?
As for Beckett: The dog is named for St. Thomas of Beckett,
Emiko: Thomasabeckett! Thomasabeckett! ^___^
Perdix: ::pecks her::
an English saint. He - the saint, not the dog - was the Archbishop of Canterbury, and cruelly murdered (*ahem* that's my history text, not me) by traitors on a side altar of the cathedral. Why a dog, you may ask? Well, cats are overused in SM in general, and there are far too many birds. And if I used a salamander, I'd have to kill myself for infringing on Lyn-sama.
Tami: I ENCOURAGE infringing on Lyn-sama.
Emiko: ...
Plus, I just like dogs. ^^;;; If you don't like him, I'm willing to take him out....*sighs*
Emiko: I like him!
Writing Sample
"Thank you for shopping at Food-Mart," said the
impossibly perky cashier. Sorcha gave her an odd look,
as if wondering how one human being could put such an
essence of sugar and bubbles in one tiny phrase. With
a shrug, she mentally dismissed the cashier, scooped
up her grocery bags, and strode into the parking lot.
An interesting juggling act ensued as Sorcha attempted
to balance all three bags and dig her car keys out of
her pocket at once. As she triumphantly pulled out the
jangling key ring, something clattered on the ground.
Sorcha hastily set the bags down on the trunk of the
car and scooped up the lighter, glancing around
furtively to see if anyone had seen her drop it.
*Silly,* she mentally scolded herself, *anyone looking
would just see some kid dropping a lighter.* She
frowned, shoving the lighter back into her pocket,
then proceeded to stow the groceries in the trunk and
hop into the car.
Twenty minutes later, Sorcha stumbled into her
apartment and kicked the door shut behind her. "Mo-om,
I'm home!" she called, walking into the kitchen and
dumping the bags on the table. Anne walked into the
room and was greeted by the sight of Sorcha's legs, as
her daughter attempted to find space in the pantry for
the three-pack roll of paper towels.
"Oh, hi, Mom," said Sorcha, extricating herself from
the cabinet and grinning. She pointed at the counter,
where a styrofoam tray of cubed meat lay. "'S it all
right if I make some kebabs tonight?"
"If we have skewers, honey, it's fine by me. Although
I think we're out of zucchini..." Anne cut off her
sentence as Sorcha reached into another bag and
brandished a lovely green zucchini, as if it were the
Holy Grail. The woman smiled slightly, then moved back
to her office, the sounds of slamming cupboard doors
following her down the hallway.
Back in the kitchen, Sorcha folded the last grocery
bag, tucked it into the rack with many other perfectly
creased paper bags, and shut the door. She then picked
up a plastic bag and walked down the hall to her room.
Slipping inside, she was greeted by a mournful stare
and a gruff, clipped voice.
"You're back late," said Beckett,
Emiko: Thomasabeh--
Perdix: One more time and I'll kill you! @_@
from his position on
Sorcha's bed. The girl walked over to the gangly mutt
and scratched under his chin.
"Beckett, I told you I was going to the store.
Besides," she continued, holding up the plastic bag
and waving it temptingly, "look at what I brought
you!"
Beckett lifted his head and sniffed. Immediately, his
ears perked up. "You brought me a treat!" His tail
began to wag slightly, and speeded up as Sorcha opened
the bag.
"Of course I brought you a treat. After all, you're
the best guardian a girl could have!
Percy: 'Cept me.
Rach and Leta: *cough*
Perdix: I'd be offended if it weren't for the fact I'm the leader of the Graikos, not a mere guardian.
Emiko: ::kicks him::
Now, mind you
don't make a mess. I don't want ants on my bed."
Sorcha dropped a few of the treats on her bedspread
and left the happily munching mutt in her room, as she
left to go make dinner.
QUESTIONNAIRE
*looks back up at the app* Wow, that was long...whew!
This part should be easy.
Rach: And simply a delight to read.
Name: I usually go by Anomie.
Emiko: Heyas Anomie. ^^
Email: ---------------------
No homepage. Eh.
Other RPGS: I'm too tired to find the links for all of these, gomen...
Sailor Aether in Mythos RPG
Rach: Bahaha! Mythos person! You KNOW MY SISTER! She is Zeus, ^^.
JunJun/Sailor Juno in SMA (Aya: *grumbles about Tanaka-sama giving too much homework* Math rots.)
Rach: JUNJUN! I *was* Tasho, but Emiko and I have a secret about that,
ne?
*wink wink*
Percy: Good way to give it away, Rach.
Emiko: Haihai. ^^ And it is still a secret.
Tanaka: ... How dare you address me in such a way!
Emiko: Er, don't call Tana-chan by his first name. ^^;
Tanaka: Stop calling me that! ::shouts and storms out::
Analua in Welcome to Nemesis
Sailor Nightmare in Missing Shard
To die, or not to die: Well, I REALLY like her. I've spent a long time on this chara.
But....Er.....if absolutely necessary...I guess. But I want a big dramatic death scene
with lots of pathos, dammit! Ahem.
Tami: No way! We all die in a nice, casual way!
*All the senshi sit around sipping coffee*
Tibby: Conkers! What a lark! Someone spiked my tea with rat poison!
*All die*
Rach: *giggles*Good answer. Alright, this character was great. She
was amusing, clever, and luckily not cliche even if she was a little perky for me.
Percy: You said she was exactly alike you.
Rach: Quiet. I loved the descriptions, and if this character is not accepted, I
shall die.
Percy: DON'T ACCEPT HER!
Rach: Jerk.
Percy: She likes scented candles.... *grumble*
Rach: ACCEPT ACCEPT ACCEPT! What do you say, oh wonderful Emiko?
Percy: Give it up. She isn't going to accept you just because you are her friend!
Rach: ^^;;, quiet, critter.
Tami: She's neat, she's a female Angelus, she's not too powerful, there are no
mistakes.
Jace: And I want to beat up on her.
Tami: When Jace feels that, it's usually a good sign.
Jace: I want to beat up everyone.
Wade: You ain't nice, Jace.
Tami: Anyway. I vote Accept! We could really use a female Angelus, and she sounds good!
Perdix: She doesn't just sound good, she is good. Whaddaya say, woman?
Emiko: Of course I'll marry you, Perdix!
Perdix: ::sputters:: That wasn't the question!
Emiko: Perdix and I are joking around. ^^ That's another good sign. Plus, we already have five qualified opinions up there. Of course it's an accept!