Post by zea on Oct 18, 2006 12:55:14 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Zea Cruise
Alternate Personality: Une
Age: 20
Height: 5'1
Weight: 100 Lbs
Blood Type: O
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Brown
Hair: Brown, near black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
- Watching the sun set
- Watching the stars
- Early morning walks
- Poetry
Talents:
- Attracting unwanted, intolerable attention
Favorite Things:
- Watching the sun set
- Watching the stars
- Early morning walks
Mental Information
Personality:
[Also has an alternate personality.]
Zea is probably the type of girl who gives the first impression of a nerd to people just meeting her. Quiet, sometimes annoying. She's definitely not unattractive though, and doesn't always have her head stuck in a book, but more or less in her own little dreamworld where every thing's perfect and everyone's friends. Or where everything was perfect, up until her lover, and high school attendee, left San Diego unexpectedly.
A docile, sweet person who worked six hours a day, four days a week, at the local coffee house near her neighborhood and a well mannered Highschool Graduate was all the young lady Zea used to be until her boyfriend had left the city. Patrick was his name, or all of his name that Zea was told the day she met him which was exactly four weeks before their three week Anniversary, when they first started dating, and six weeks before she woke up one morning and found a letter from him in her mailbox.
The day she found out he had left was the day she cried herself to sleep at eight in the morning, and the day she had discovered that the postage stamp was a Californian one and gave semi attention to the name he mentioned in the note, 'Long Beach' was the day she got on a train to California. Nothing for Zea Cruise seemed normal or tolerable since Patrick left, they only dated for a couple weeks but that alone motivated her to move to an unfamiliar city and try and meet him, find him, and be with him again.
Mentality:
Perfectly stable.
Ideal:
To find Patrick.
Belief:
None.
Physical Information
Build: Light.
Torso: Average.
Arms: Average.
Legs: Average.
Feet: Six inches.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Varieties of different things.
Shirts: A selection of a different many.
Pants: A selection of a different many.(But never anything too flashy! Nuuuuu!)
Shoes: A selection of a different many.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: ...
Years Practiced: ...
Description of Style:
Zea'll jump and hide, run and dodge but she doesn't exactly fight too much to be an expert at it. Self defense is distributed to someone by simply just growing up, and skill-wise is pretty much all Zea's inherited.
History Information
History:
Zea was born into a simple family worthy of respect to anyone, thus exceeding herself. For say, growing up with her naughty, spoiled twin sister Bernice, wasn't exactly fun when she had played tricks on friends or nobodies at school and constantly kept up with making people think Zea was plain and simply a stupid laughing stock. And then when you added a mother completely obsessed with sparkle and perfection and a father who'd never let his child come home with anything less then a Grade A report card, it'd be quite obvious that Zea didn't have such a ship-shape childhood.
But being as strong as she was, Zea was able to keep herself in line with her parents, sticking to the family rules -- like, "bring a boy home to stay the night, you sleep in separate beds", which was established when she entered her Sophomore year in Highschool -- all the way up to her Eighteenth birthday, but then she'd left home, rented out an Apartment after her graduation, and became a waitress at the small Coffee Shop in the middle of town.
Her family was a bad critic on her lifestyle, her parents angered, astonished, and worried about her moving out and her sister quite pushy and rude about the whole waitress thing -- since saying "A waitress, huh? Well, that is a bit wishy-washy but it suits you fine, I guess" to your twin sister isn't exactly nice. Zea stayed on her own two feet though, not counting the heels she wore everyday to work, and continued to live that way and everything was simple for her from that day on. And of course there is one more "until".
Until of course she met Patrick, two years later.
It was a warm afternoon in the coffeehouse when a handsome red-haired bloke came in and ordered a black coffee, light on the sugar, milk and heavy foam since he had just come from his after-school job at some warehouse. Fortunately, Zea was his waitress, and while she poured his coffee the two began in a conversation. On her break, he repaid her good services with a cup of tea and they got to know each other, started dating, but then four weeks later she woke up, had some cheerios, and got her mail, finding a note left by him in a tidy envelope.
She could tell it was sent via the post office, opened it, and read it. He had left to some place called Long Beach because he couldn't stand life anymore, San Diego had roughed him up badly and he needed a break from the life he had maintained there, and even, a break from her. Zea cried herself many tears that day, and then the following one she had gotten on a train to Cali, forgetting what he said about her in the letter, and set out to find him.
They watched the sun softly go away behind the mountains on the horizon in the evening, watched the stars flicker about later on into the night, and then the following day they'd go out together for a quick morning walk at about five. She loved him very much and enjoyed their time together unbelievably, it was sometimes hard to accept that he was three years younger then her and was still going to school but she had accepted that, and she had still felt like she loved him. And still, she had only been going out with him for a pitiful three weeks.
But the time that they had spent together in those three weeks had apparently motivated her into going to another city just to seek him out, when she arrived in Long Beach she took a small walk, just following the road and stumbled upon a little -- or rather big -- school. #259.
"Maybe he's here."
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Apartment
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0[/center]
