Post by Nineteen on Oct 12, 2009 1:32:52 GMT -5
Name: Doesn't remember her real name. Goes by Nineteen.
Age: She'd guess very early twenties, though it's hard to tell.
Birthday: Doesn't remember.
Gender: Female
Hometown: Las Vegas
Nationality: American
Languages Spoken: English
Description: Nineteen is 5'8" and 143lbs of pure muscle. Her body language speaks volumes about confidence, but underneath the relaxed, almost languid poses lies something coiled taut -- not unlike a snake preparing to strike. Quick to smile, she is quicker to strike or defend. Her features are prettier than they have any right to be, given the fact that she's been a gladiator for about half a decade now. That's the wonder of alien technology for you.
Skills:
- Fighting, fighting, and more fighting. What she didn't know from training and martial arts lessons before she was kidnapped into the underground ring, she learned from long, painful days of practice.
- Pain suppression. While one might not say she has tremendous willpower (which would imply an ability to resist temptation, or mind one's temper), Nineteen can shoulder through an almost inhuman amount of pain.
- Pick-pocketing. She picked this skill up over the course of being a gladiator, before she became important enough that she could ask for just about anything (other than her freedom) and expect to get it. It was a useful way to get more food, the occasional bottle of pain killers, a pack of cigarettes, etc.
Personality: While Nineteen is sure that she must have had some sort of personality -- some sort of life -- before she was dragged into slavery, she doesn't much remember it. Sometimes at night she dreams faces of people she imagines she knew before. However, over the years, her memories have faded. More importantly, she doesn't even try to remember any more. Not only does it seem fruitless, but part of her doesn't want to remember. She refuses to feel sorry for what happened to her, because feeling sorry for yourself is a sign of weakness. Instead, she turns most of her negative emotions strictly into anger.
That said, though violence is clearly a part of who she is, she can be fairly personable. She will laugh at jokes and crack her own, though they tend to be off-color and even offensive. She has a dark, morbid sense of humor and seems all-in-all unphased by death or destruction. While not a silent, brooding loner, Nineteen does tend to search out time alone for herself. She enjoys losing herself in physical activity such as running, training, or sparring.
Bio/History: Shortly after the covert war began, Nineteen was abducted. She was a Controller for a short while (a phase she remembers only very briefly), and her Yeerk was involved in an underground fighting ring where other Controllers would pit captured humans against each other. She'd been practicing martial arts since she was a little girl, and the Controller often bragged about how it had a fighting host of its own. When the Yeerk ended up running up his debts and fell into a bad bit of trouble with the other Yeerks running the show, it was starved to death. The owners of the fighting ring, faced two choices: kill Nineteen then and there (they obviously couldn't risk that she might be taken as a Controller again by a more law-abiding Yeerk), or try to make a bit of profit out of her first.
So began her career as a gladiator. Through the physical and mental abuse, Nineteen became more animal than human. In a strange, Stockholm-like twist of fate, she came to prefer the simplicity of captivity -- at least compared to anguishing over it. That, and it helped that she wasn't just a good fighter: she was one of the best. She began to win match after match, even against opponents that outranked her. While she would have grabbed at any chance for freedom, she played the hand she was dealt, which meant fighting and not worrying about something that would certainly get her killed.
Some time after Nineteen had become a top-ranked fighter in the Las Vegas underground, one fight changed everything. She murdered another fighter -- and not just any other fighter. He'd been a Controller: something strictly forbidden by the ring owners. After that, a tournament was announced, primarily as a way for the owners to throw a big "going out of business" fight, and collect on the heightened excitement of their crowds before they had to face the full heat of the Empire's scrutiny.
But the tournament never came to pass. When the city of Dallas was destroyed, the crowds dissipated. The window of opportunity had passed: no one was willing to challenge the imperial law, even if it was one which was oft bent. In order to salvage some sort of profit after a large amount of capital had been spent in preparation for the event, the owners sold their most valuable assets: their fighters.
Nineteen was bought by a druglord running part of the Cape Town underground. And with that, she was sent across the ocean, away from the only home she knew -- traded like the livestock she'd come to be.
Starting Morphs
Land: Horse
Bug: Moth
Other: Dove
Scene with Parent:
OOC: Since this was halfway a transfer (though I can't freaking access my old profile and had to remake it) can I skip this?
Also, I should have something like 5ish posts from AA, though I'm not hard up on reclaiming them.
Age: She'd guess very early twenties, though it's hard to tell.
Birthday: Doesn't remember.
Gender: Female
Hometown: Las Vegas
Nationality: American
Languages Spoken: English
Description: Nineteen is 5'8" and 143lbs of pure muscle. Her body language speaks volumes about confidence, but underneath the relaxed, almost languid poses lies something coiled taut -- not unlike a snake preparing to strike. Quick to smile, she is quicker to strike or defend. Her features are prettier than they have any right to be, given the fact that she's been a gladiator for about half a decade now. That's the wonder of alien technology for you.
Skills:
- Fighting, fighting, and more fighting. What she didn't know from training and martial arts lessons before she was kidnapped into the underground ring, she learned from long, painful days of practice.
- Pain suppression. While one might not say she has tremendous willpower (which would imply an ability to resist temptation, or mind one's temper), Nineteen can shoulder through an almost inhuman amount of pain.
- Pick-pocketing. She picked this skill up over the course of being a gladiator, before she became important enough that she could ask for just about anything (other than her freedom) and expect to get it. It was a useful way to get more food, the occasional bottle of pain killers, a pack of cigarettes, etc.
Personality: While Nineteen is sure that she must have had some sort of personality -- some sort of life -- before she was dragged into slavery, she doesn't much remember it. Sometimes at night she dreams faces of people she imagines she knew before. However, over the years, her memories have faded. More importantly, she doesn't even try to remember any more. Not only does it seem fruitless, but part of her doesn't want to remember. She refuses to feel sorry for what happened to her, because feeling sorry for yourself is a sign of weakness. Instead, she turns most of her negative emotions strictly into anger.
That said, though violence is clearly a part of who she is, she can be fairly personable. She will laugh at jokes and crack her own, though they tend to be off-color and even offensive. She has a dark, morbid sense of humor and seems all-in-all unphased by death or destruction. While not a silent, brooding loner, Nineteen does tend to search out time alone for herself. She enjoys losing herself in physical activity such as running, training, or sparring.
Bio/History: Shortly after the covert war began, Nineteen was abducted. She was a Controller for a short while (a phase she remembers only very briefly), and her Yeerk was involved in an underground fighting ring where other Controllers would pit captured humans against each other. She'd been practicing martial arts since she was a little girl, and the Controller often bragged about how it had a fighting host of its own. When the Yeerk ended up running up his debts and fell into a bad bit of trouble with the other Yeerks running the show, it was starved to death. The owners of the fighting ring, faced two choices: kill Nineteen then and there (they obviously couldn't risk that she might be taken as a Controller again by a more law-abiding Yeerk), or try to make a bit of profit out of her first.
So began her career as a gladiator. Through the physical and mental abuse, Nineteen became more animal than human. In a strange, Stockholm-like twist of fate, she came to prefer the simplicity of captivity -- at least compared to anguishing over it. That, and it helped that she wasn't just a good fighter: she was one of the best. She began to win match after match, even against opponents that outranked her. While she would have grabbed at any chance for freedom, she played the hand she was dealt, which meant fighting and not worrying about something that would certainly get her killed.
Some time after Nineteen had become a top-ranked fighter in the Las Vegas underground, one fight changed everything. She murdered another fighter -- and not just any other fighter. He'd been a Controller: something strictly forbidden by the ring owners. After that, a tournament was announced, primarily as a way for the owners to throw a big "going out of business" fight, and collect on the heightened excitement of their crowds before they had to face the full heat of the Empire's scrutiny.
But the tournament never came to pass. When the city of Dallas was destroyed, the crowds dissipated. The window of opportunity had passed: no one was willing to challenge the imperial law, even if it was one which was oft bent. In order to salvage some sort of profit after a large amount of capital had been spent in preparation for the event, the owners sold their most valuable assets: their fighters.
Nineteen was bought by a druglord running part of the Cape Town underground. And with that, she was sent across the ocean, away from the only home she knew -- traded like the livestock she'd come to be.
Starting Morphs
Land: Horse
Bug: Moth
Other: Dove
Scene with Parent:
OOC: Since this was halfway a transfer (though I can't freaking access my old profile and had to remake it) can I skip this?
Also, I should have something like 5ish posts from AA, though I'm not hard up on reclaiming them.
. You don't have to do a scene with parents since this is a transfer.