Post by Siege on Jul 17, 2008 18:44:28 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Siege
Code: 0068
Real Name: Sage Westerhaus
Age: 17
Height: Five feet eight inches
Weight: One hundred and thirty seven pounds
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Grey
Hair: Dark brown, often seen with blue or green highlights.
Photo:
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
Talents:
Favorite things:
Mental Information
Personality:
Bitch. Is a singular word that would basically sum up her personality. But if one was forced to really delve into the girl that would piss a lot of people off, then .. I guess we must. What most people will see when they look at the girl named Siege is someone that doesn't want nor need anyone around her. She is a loner and perfectly happy with that fact. She enjoys to watch people get pissed off, she enjoys watching them squirm and cause them pain. She isn't nice, and when she is, it's usually because she wants something. She is an excellent manipulator, she can swing people to her ways, she can seduce people into what she wants. She is very good at persuasion.
Inwardly, if anyone were to ever get past all the walls and the bitchy front she puts up for the rest of the world. There is a different kind of girl. One that was abandoned all too long ago. One that fears the very same thing and so instead of embracing the world, she keeps it at bay. Deep down someone might find what they least expect. A girl. Someone that could be loved, if she let someone in, but don't think it's easy to get close, because it isn't. It takes a lot of time, to build trust with this girl, She doesn't even tell people her real name for a long long time if ever. There are a handful of people in the world that know her real name.
Mentality: Sane
Ideal: Fuck you.
Belief: Athiest
Physical Information
Build:
Head: Short brown hair, often styled around her in a messy do. Rarely styled in anything smoothe. Spunky is what it could be described as. Her cheek bones are high, and on the left cheek is a tattoo of number 68. She has pale lips, and grey eyes.
Torso: Thin well built, slender. Average size chest, nothing to go nuts about. Firm tone.
Arms: Toned and lengthy, around her right wrist is a tribal barbed tattoo that encircles her arm.
Legs: Toned once more, usually hidden in jeans.
Feet: Size seven shoe.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Earings, she has five piercings in her left ear and two in her right. Piercing on her lip as well, usually a hoop though oft times attatched with a chain to her ear.
Shirts: Tshirts usually, nothing too low cut, just tshirts, though for mobilities sake they tend to be
rather tight.
Pants: Jeans. Various colors.
Shoes: Flat soled tennis shoes, always tied in double knots.
Misc: Jewelry changes, she had lots of it and likes to accessorize. Often she wears fishnet fingergless black gloves on her hands, it all depends on the day.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Street Improvization
Years Practiced: Seven Years
Description of style:
Basically, using whatever comes to mind. It's certainly very improvising. She doesn't let herself give it much thought she begins to move as soon as she can, using past fights, and a bit of experience to decide her moves. She is lithe, and agile while enables her to move quickly and in ways that some people cannot, but don't let her small frame make you think she's weak she actually has some strength in her body, and is able to hit hard.
Using her arms for punches, holds, and grapples if need be, she's ready to use her body and the bit of weight behind it to her advantage. She rarely uses kicks finding that those can be exploited too often and used to do her more harm than good. So she usually relies on her agility and her upper body but in a pinch she will use her legs if needed.
History Information
History:
It was when she was five, that everything started to go down hill. Her parents had never been happy, only married because her mother, who is nameless to the young woman, became pregnant. They were young, teens and nothing more, living the life that so many dream of. Parties, drinking, drugs, getting lucky. It ws the life of these two. They were nothing special, just two kids that liked to have fun and forget about homework and where their futures were going. That was until the big P popped up in their lives. Sarah, the girl that would eventually birth the young child, found out when it was already two months into it's nine month process. She had never been quite regular, and so a month skipped was nothing but two, that was when she worried.
Together, figuring that the test would tell them that her suspicions were wrong, they bought a little test at the drug store. And that was when everything changed.Sarah's family were religious and oblivious. They didn't really think that their daughter was out partying every night when she said she was studying and sleeping over with friends. They just knew their perfect daughter could do nothing wrong. At first she was unable to tell her parents and did her best to hide he fact that she was pregnant, wearing baggier clothes, and Zeke had given her his leather coat to help hide it. The couple were nervous as well as afraid, they didn't want the child. But they couldn't really get rid of it both being minors without concent. Finally, about the forth month into the pregnancy the two had to come clean, and when they did, there was only one thing that could happen. There would have to be a wedding.
With Sarah's seventeenth birthday looming and with her parents' and his parents' consent. The two were forced to wed, and moved into a small apartment. Both resented one another for ruining their lives. For making everything change, for having a baby. Zeke got a job at the local gas station for minimum wage, and Sarah worked at the grocery store as a checker til the baby was born.
When the baby was born, the pair decided to keep the baby, not that they felt they had much choice with their parents looming over their heads. They tried their best, the girl, named Sage, was often pawned off on anyone that would take her. Often the grandparents as well as day care. For years they tried, but it was a tense and unhappy home. Often ended in Jade doing her own thing, sleeping where ever she fell asleep, eating when someone remembered. And it was finally, that one day her father would leave them, never coming home. Her mother, having had it all picked up the young five year old, and took her to a place that she had heard off. A small orphanage that was state run, she didn't know anything about it all she knew was that it would solve her problem
And there, 11 pm, that night, a Tuesday of all things. She was left on the front steps of the orphanage, with only what she was wearing, tears running down her face as her mother took off into the night. The bell had been rung and one of the few women that ran the place came out to find the crying five year old on the steps. It was a memory that she would never forget, the abandonment, and sitting there watching as her mother left her and never came back. For days the girl cried and waited, screaming that her mother would come back. But eventually it all set in, that Mommy wasn't returning.
Life in the orphanage was tough. There was little funding, little space, and too many kids. It was survival of the fittest. The older, stronger, better picked on the younger, weaker. And of course for a while she was that younger and weaker girl. She didn't know how to fight, she didn't know how to defend herself, and there was no one that really cared if you got hurt. You ate little and never felt full. But that was her life for the next ten years. Though she began to move up in the heirarchy of the orphanage, as people were kicked out becauase they reached the age of eighteen, others took her under their wing, teaching her how to fight and be strong in her own right.
It was at Fifteen that she decided she was through with it all however. That she could likely support herself on her own, rather than dealing with this shit. So she ran, at fifteen, she had been working since she had turned fifteen a crap job at the mall but it allowed her to save a little bit of money. So she left the orphanage and got herself an apartment, and began to support herself continuing to attend the school that she always had been while saving a bit more money so she could get out of LA.
Two years, she had joined a gang, quit, and paid the price, a few weeks in the hospital after the beating they gave her to leave, paying in blood as she had done when she entered. But she wished to move on and felt the gang at the time didn't have her best interest in heart, she wanted to find one that would be better. In the mean time, she worked her ass off. But soon as she was out of the gang, she decided to leave the area all together, and headed out to Long Beach for a new start. There she enrolled herself at seventeen years old now, in a school close by, 259, and would begin her Junior year as such. Another ratty ass apartment, another shitty job at the mall. Thus was her life.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Apartment:
Bad part of town, gang filled, unsafe.
One bedroom apartment, that is one really big room. One bathroom, and a closet.
Furnishings:
Bed, Couch, Table, two chairs, Coffee Table, TV, no cable only bunny ears.
Roommates: None
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Name: Siege
Code: 0068
Real Name: Sage Westerhaus
Age: 17
Height: Five feet eight inches
Weight: One hundred and thirty seven pounds
Blood Type: O-
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Grey
Hair: Dark brown, often seen with blue or green highlights.
Photo:
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
- Whittling: Yes, it actually calms her down when she's pissed.
- Reading
- Playing/listening to music.
Talents:
- Drumming
- Pissing people off
Favorite things:
- Pringles
- Lime Green
- Beer
- Music
- Parties
- Pissing people off
- Having fun
Mental Information
Personality:
Bitch. Is a singular word that would basically sum up her personality. But if one was forced to really delve into the girl that would piss a lot of people off, then .. I guess we must. What most people will see when they look at the girl named Siege is someone that doesn't want nor need anyone around her. She is a loner and perfectly happy with that fact. She enjoys to watch people get pissed off, she enjoys watching them squirm and cause them pain. She isn't nice, and when she is, it's usually because she wants something. She is an excellent manipulator, she can swing people to her ways, she can seduce people into what she wants. She is very good at persuasion.
Inwardly, if anyone were to ever get past all the walls and the bitchy front she puts up for the rest of the world. There is a different kind of girl. One that was abandoned all too long ago. One that fears the very same thing and so instead of embracing the world, she keeps it at bay. Deep down someone might find what they least expect. A girl. Someone that could be loved, if she let someone in, but don't think it's easy to get close, because it isn't. It takes a lot of time, to build trust with this girl, She doesn't even tell people her real name for a long long time if ever. There are a handful of people in the world that know her real name.
Mentality: Sane
Ideal: Fuck you.
Belief: Athiest
Physical Information
Build:
Head: Short brown hair, often styled around her in a messy do. Rarely styled in anything smoothe. Spunky is what it could be described as. Her cheek bones are high, and on the left cheek is a tattoo of number 68. She has pale lips, and grey eyes.
Torso: Thin well built, slender. Average size chest, nothing to go nuts about. Firm tone.
Arms: Toned and lengthy, around her right wrist is a tribal barbed tattoo that encircles her arm.
Legs: Toned once more, usually hidden in jeans.
Feet: Size seven shoe.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Earings, she has five piercings in her left ear and two in her right. Piercing on her lip as well, usually a hoop though oft times attatched with a chain to her ear.
Shirts: Tshirts usually, nothing too low cut, just tshirts, though for mobilities sake they tend to be
rather tight.
Pants: Jeans. Various colors.
Shoes: Flat soled tennis shoes, always tied in double knots.
Misc: Jewelry changes, she had lots of it and likes to accessorize. Often she wears fishnet fingergless black gloves on her hands, it all depends on the day.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Street Improvization
Years Practiced: Seven Years
Description of style:
Basically, using whatever comes to mind. It's certainly very improvising. She doesn't let herself give it much thought she begins to move as soon as she can, using past fights, and a bit of experience to decide her moves. She is lithe, and agile while enables her to move quickly and in ways that some people cannot, but don't let her small frame make you think she's weak she actually has some strength in her body, and is able to hit hard.
Using her arms for punches, holds, and grapples if need be, she's ready to use her body and the bit of weight behind it to her advantage. She rarely uses kicks finding that those can be exploited too often and used to do her more harm than good. So she usually relies on her agility and her upper body but in a pinch she will use her legs if needed.
History Information
History:
It was when she was five, that everything started to go down hill. Her parents had never been happy, only married because her mother, who is nameless to the young woman, became pregnant. They were young, teens and nothing more, living the life that so many dream of. Parties, drinking, drugs, getting lucky. It ws the life of these two. They were nothing special, just two kids that liked to have fun and forget about homework and where their futures were going. That was until the big P popped up in their lives. Sarah, the girl that would eventually birth the young child, found out when it was already two months into it's nine month process. She had never been quite regular, and so a month skipped was nothing but two, that was when she worried.
Together, figuring that the test would tell them that her suspicions were wrong, they bought a little test at the drug store. And that was when everything changed.Sarah's family were religious and oblivious. They didn't really think that their daughter was out partying every night when she said she was studying and sleeping over with friends. They just knew their perfect daughter could do nothing wrong. At first she was unable to tell her parents and did her best to hide he fact that she was pregnant, wearing baggier clothes, and Zeke had given her his leather coat to help hide it. The couple were nervous as well as afraid, they didn't want the child. But they couldn't really get rid of it both being minors without concent. Finally, about the forth month into the pregnancy the two had to come clean, and when they did, there was only one thing that could happen. There would have to be a wedding.
With Sarah's seventeenth birthday looming and with her parents' and his parents' consent. The two were forced to wed, and moved into a small apartment. Both resented one another for ruining their lives. For making everything change, for having a baby. Zeke got a job at the local gas station for minimum wage, and Sarah worked at the grocery store as a checker til the baby was born.
When the baby was born, the pair decided to keep the baby, not that they felt they had much choice with their parents looming over their heads. They tried their best, the girl, named Sage, was often pawned off on anyone that would take her. Often the grandparents as well as day care. For years they tried, but it was a tense and unhappy home. Often ended in Jade doing her own thing, sleeping where ever she fell asleep, eating when someone remembered. And it was finally, that one day her father would leave them, never coming home. Her mother, having had it all picked up the young five year old, and took her to a place that she had heard off. A small orphanage that was state run, she didn't know anything about it all she knew was that it would solve her problem
And there, 11 pm, that night, a Tuesday of all things. She was left on the front steps of the orphanage, with only what she was wearing, tears running down her face as her mother took off into the night. The bell had been rung and one of the few women that ran the place came out to find the crying five year old on the steps. It was a memory that she would never forget, the abandonment, and sitting there watching as her mother left her and never came back. For days the girl cried and waited, screaming that her mother would come back. But eventually it all set in, that Mommy wasn't returning.
Life in the orphanage was tough. There was little funding, little space, and too many kids. It was survival of the fittest. The older, stronger, better picked on the younger, weaker. And of course for a while she was that younger and weaker girl. She didn't know how to fight, she didn't know how to defend herself, and there was no one that really cared if you got hurt. You ate little and never felt full. But that was her life for the next ten years. Though she began to move up in the heirarchy of the orphanage, as people were kicked out becauase they reached the age of eighteen, others took her under their wing, teaching her how to fight and be strong in her own right.
It was at Fifteen that she decided she was through with it all however. That she could likely support herself on her own, rather than dealing with this shit. So she ran, at fifteen, she had been working since she had turned fifteen a crap job at the mall but it allowed her to save a little bit of money. So she left the orphanage and got herself an apartment, and began to support herself continuing to attend the school that she always had been while saving a bit more money so she could get out of LA.
Two years, she had joined a gang, quit, and paid the price, a few weeks in the hospital after the beating they gave her to leave, paying in blood as she had done when she entered. But she wished to move on and felt the gang at the time didn't have her best interest in heart, she wanted to find one that would be better. In the mean time, she worked her ass off. But soon as she was out of the gang, she decided to leave the area all together, and headed out to Long Beach for a new start. There she enrolled herself at seventeen years old now, in a school close by, 259, and would begin her Junior year as such. Another ratty ass apartment, another shitty job at the mall. Thus was her life.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Apartment:
Bad part of town, gang filled, unsafe.
One bedroom apartment, that is one really big room. One bathroom, and a closet.
Furnishings:
Bed, Couch, Table, two chairs, Coffee Table, TV, no cable only bunny ears.
Roommates: None
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
