Post by Ame on Oct 5, 2009 20:49:49 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Amelia Eisen
Also Known As: Ame [pronounced Aim-ee]
Age: 20
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 115 lb.
Blood Type: O rh-
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Honey
Hair: Black [occasionally she dyes streaks of various different colors]
Pass Time Information
Hobbies.. Skills.. Talents..
-Reading
-Writing
-Collages
-Attending her Ferret
-Amateur Photography
-Painting
-Sculpting [rock, metal, wood, clay, and ice]
-Basic Arc Welding
Mental Information
Personality:
Ame, like most individuals, has multiple layers to her personality. Over all, she’s a rather sarcastic and cynical person who tends to lean more towards the solitude life. She’s rather shy around those she doesn’t know, but, get her talking and you will probably wish she would shut up. She can talk for hours, her mind bouncing from one topic to another in a second without giving the listener much time to keep up. She is a fierce friend.. Until you do her wrong. She’s loyal, devoted, and loves whole heartedly. She sees the world in black or white, no gray area. You either are something or you aren’t. Due to the fact that she is sometimes painfully shy, she spends a great deal of her time alone, and she’s fine with that. A lot of things in this world that bother most, don’t seem to effect her. There is one thing about her that stands out, but not many get to see that side of her.. If a friend wrongs her, betrays her, or hurts her.. She stops caring about them. She instantly becomes indifferent, literally. It’s a coping mechanism that she has developed over the many years of people taking advantage of her, using her kindness, and causing her heart enormous pain. This mechanism of hers means that she will rarely ever be involved fighting someone over something that they did to HER, rather, she is more likely to be involved in defending someone. She perceives the world as half empty, forever waiting for the bottom to fall out. Some would call her depressed, but she doesn’t think so… she's been down that road and knows what it looks like.
Mentality:
Her mentality is questionable at best. But she is not insane.. Everyone else is. Or so she thinks. And she’s fine with that. She has severe OCD in the form things being in order. If something is out of place or order.. She will climb the walls until it is put in it’s place and then all is well in the world again. The only escape she has from this, and it is something that holds her world hostage, is her art. Her art is the only way she can be free of this most common affliction.
Ideal:
“Maybe I’ve had my happiness.”
Belief:
Agnostically Pagan. She believes that there are multiple deities but doesn’t approve of any organized religions.
Physical Information
Build:
Proportionate.. Deceptively tone.
Defining Marks:
Tattoos.. She has “I Don’t Want To Be This Torn To Pieces” tattooed in large print on her left upper arm. A kiss on her left front hip. A feathered tribal on her right outer forearm. A skeleton on her right upper arm. Dual stars on her chest. Her back has a set of wings that are torn, bloodied, all around grotesque. She has a heart with “Beauty” written on the inside of her right thigh. All of her ink is in a gray ink.
Description:
Ame’s beauty is not the sort that Greek tragedies are written about nor are any great wars fought over her kind of natural beauty. While she is “Goth” she does not wear the classic heavy make up that many Goths do. The most make up you will find on her is perhaps lip stick and minute amounts of eye shadow. Her long straight black hair traced with a midnight blue shines in the right light ending just about her lower back. She always wears it down, preferring to use it as a shield to hide from others when the need should so arise, ducking her honey hues behind the dark strands. She enjoys changing the color of the randomly placed highlights through out her locks, but doesn’t always do this. Her skin tone can be perceived as a few different colors depending on what she is wearing, but for the most part it is mostly a glowing shade of cream. Her eyes are the color of warm honey with vibrant yellow tingeing the rim of her pupils and the edges of her webbed irises. Her face is void of any beauty marks or freckles. She has a high labret piercing in which she typically wears a hoop in, surgical steel looping over the center portion of her bottom lip.
Her tongue is pierced as well.. Twice. Dual steel studs rest in the center. Her delicate neck typically has a single necklace draped around it, a silver chain upon which hangs a sword who’s hilt is decorated with a single garnet, the blade having two dragons snaking their way up. It is either that or a simple black cord with a shell of no real value resting on her breast bone. Her chest has dual star tattoos, one on either side.
Her attire is almost always black and she often wears long sleeved shirts or coats to cover her arms. She has ink slung there as well. She does not hide her tattoos, more of a subconscious attempt to protect herself from those who would see her harmed.
Her wardrobe can be anything from day to day, varying as her mood does. From red plaid to black skirts, both short and long. Black leather boots are the only way to go as far as she is concerned, the more buckles the better. And those boots must have a heel on them.. Anything to give her more height.
Standing at a mere five foot four doesn’t making reaching things on high shelves that easy. She moves calmly and calculated, as if she is analyzing every move before she makes it. Always scanning the crowd, not out of paranoia, just curiosity. Her voice is soft and could be considered innocent by some. But her tongue has a silver edge on it that can slice with the best of them. She’s not a violent person.. But she has been known to have a temper. Though she keeps that under control the majority of the time. Only when those cross that invisible line does it ever get out of hand. She has one friend above all... Jesse, her albino ferret. He goes with her almost everywhere and is usually found hiding in one of her coat pockets, running amuck in her small condo, and naturally.. stealing anyone's left shoe he can get his little paws on. The one thing that is sure to get her showing a rare smile.. is Jesse.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Verbal.
Years Practiced: 19
Description of style: She is not a physical fighter, she prefers to fight with words. She loves a good debate and enjoys picking a person’s flaws apart piece by piece, exposing them to the world.
History Information
History:
Ame was the second child born to Elise and Gerald Eisen of Munich, Germany. The first of her family to be born in America, Ame came into this world in a community hospital in Brooklyn, New York, 1989. Her older brother, Paul, was four years her senior. Her parents migrated to New York for the same reason that most foreigners come to this country, to give their children more opportunities at a better life. While Elise made her living cleaning apartments in the family’s complex, Gerald was hired on at the prestigious New York City Fire Department. Gerald’s long hours kept him away from home the majority of the time leaving Elise virtually alone to raise their two children. Elise was the epitome of a hard working German immigrant. She spoke very little English but managed to get by with the small salary they had attained. Their apartment was nothing special, a typical two bedroom forth floor walk up. As the children grew and the marriage drifted, Elise eventually took to just sleeping in the living room, giving her son Paul, at the time 16, his own room. Elise hid her secret of depression and alcoholism from most of the world, but her children forever witnessed the horrifying toll it took on their mother. Elise was never violent by any means, and she did her best to hide her pain, but children are seldom fooled. Gerald spent less and less time at home as the years went on and in the fall of 2001, he stopped coming home all together. Ame can’t remember ever having a conversation with her father, but that didn’t bother her growing up and it doesn’t today. She had Paul. Her larger than life older brother. Paul was the poster child for perfect sons. He trudged through their mediocre existence never complaining, aloud that is, and took on the roll as man of the house in nearly ever sense of the phrase with grace and dignity. Ame’s childhood was not tragic nor was it noteworthy, but they all did the best they could with what they had been given.
Life has a funny way of making sure everyone has one horrible memory before they leave the house and go out on their own, and Ame’s life was no different… Paul left his part time job at the deli three blocks east of their apartment at nine in the evening on August 5th, 2002. His body was found in the East River four days later. He had been robbed and murdered. The suspects took his paycheck of two hundred dollars and his Rolex knock-off. Ame’s world collapsed. There was a silence in the apartment that weighed on both Elise and Ame as if the reaper himself had come home with them from the funeral. Gerald attended but did nothing more. Ame drew further and further into her self and submerged her mind into her art, creating collages of Paul which she would have to hide from her grieving mother who banned any mention of the great son’s name and allowed no photographs in plain site. Elise lost her battle to depression the following winter in the bottom of a bottle of schnapps. Ame was thirteen years old. Her world having already collapsed, it simply imploded the morning she found her mother’s lifeless body on the living room floor. Gerald retrieved his daughter from the police station that afternoon. Ame saw her father’s apartment for the first time that day. A simple one bedroom flat north of Brooklyn. Ame found herself basically living alone for the first time in her life. What was once a normal upbringing with no tragedy to speak of was now a bad lifetime movie reject. Ame’s art slowed to a crawl and eventually she didn’t have the energy to pick up even the smallest of brushes. Gerald never saw anything coming. Ame was found by a neighbor who, from time to time, would bring over dinner for the young girl. In the bath tub, fully clothed, curled in a tight ball. The doctors later told Gerald that his daughter was catatonic. Gerald visited his daughter once in the institution before signing his parental rights over to the state of New York.
Ame remained institutionalized until her eighteenth birthday in 2007. During her stay she had come out of her catatonic funk as she refers to it and used the resources made available to her. Since suicide was never an issue for her, she was able to take advantage of the multitude of art classes the institution offered to it’s functioning crazies (as Ame says.) She learned to sculpt wood, ice, metal, and clay. Her doctors saw her art as a release, a way towards recovery from a mental fracture. When Ame first came out of her catatonic state, she developed a severe case of OCD, where everything in her world had to be in order. The doctor’s explained to her that this was a coping mechanism, her world had been out of her control when her brother was murdered and her Mother died, and OCD was her minds attempt at maintaining order. In the smallest of ways. The doctor’s did not try to treat this new found mental label, they simply allowed her the tools and knowledge to learn to live with the sometimes over powering need to alphabetize an entire library of mismatched books, and how to remain calm when she dropped a stack of papers. Her art is the only place in which she can let go of the OCD, her mind opens and relaxes, allowing the creativity to flow through her in to her work, which is always abstract. Her photo collages have won numerous awards in small time art showings and she enjoys doing them. But where as a sprinkle is to a thunderstorm, thus are her collages to her sculptures. When she left the institution she first tried to live on her own and get a small job possibly selling her paintings or her artistic photos, which she takes plenty of. But that didn’t last very long at all. One of her therapists suggested perhaps schooling of some sort would be something that might work for her. Money was of no concern as far as schooling would go since her Mother’s life insurance had been placed into a trust to pay for such a thing. Suggestions that it would give her a chance to form relationships with people and work on her social skills did little to push Ame towards the idea.. But it was Paul’s dream that she continue her education, so she made the decision to move. And as luck would have it, her Aunt Dalia, her Mother’s Sister, has a rental property in Long Beach. Who knows.. Perhaps they have an art program.
Living Status Information
Type of residence: [Condo Style Family Rental Property]
5928 Azure Way, Long Beach, California
Roommates: Jesse [the Ferret]
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: This is located in the rules section of the board. You cannot be approved without it. This proves you have read and understand the rules, and are responsible for your actions on this board and its consequences.
"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"*
Name: Amelia Eisen
Also Known As: Ame [pronounced Aim-ee]
Age: 20
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 115 lb.
Blood Type: O rh-
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Honey
Hair: Black [occasionally she dyes streaks of various different colors]
Pass Time Information
Hobbies.. Skills.. Talents..
-Reading
-Writing
-Collages
-Attending her Ferret
-Amateur Photography
-Painting
-Sculpting [rock, metal, wood, clay, and ice]
-Basic Arc Welding
Mental Information
Personality:
Ame, like most individuals, has multiple layers to her personality. Over all, she’s a rather sarcastic and cynical person who tends to lean more towards the solitude life. She’s rather shy around those she doesn’t know, but, get her talking and you will probably wish she would shut up. She can talk for hours, her mind bouncing from one topic to another in a second without giving the listener much time to keep up. She is a fierce friend.. Until you do her wrong. She’s loyal, devoted, and loves whole heartedly. She sees the world in black or white, no gray area. You either are something or you aren’t. Due to the fact that she is sometimes painfully shy, she spends a great deal of her time alone, and she’s fine with that. A lot of things in this world that bother most, don’t seem to effect her. There is one thing about her that stands out, but not many get to see that side of her.. If a friend wrongs her, betrays her, or hurts her.. She stops caring about them. She instantly becomes indifferent, literally. It’s a coping mechanism that she has developed over the many years of people taking advantage of her, using her kindness, and causing her heart enormous pain. This mechanism of hers means that she will rarely ever be involved fighting someone over something that they did to HER, rather, she is more likely to be involved in defending someone. She perceives the world as half empty, forever waiting for the bottom to fall out. Some would call her depressed, but she doesn’t think so… she's been down that road and knows what it looks like.
Mentality:
Her mentality is questionable at best. But she is not insane.. Everyone else is. Or so she thinks. And she’s fine with that. She has severe OCD in the form things being in order. If something is out of place or order.. She will climb the walls until it is put in it’s place and then all is well in the world again. The only escape she has from this, and it is something that holds her world hostage, is her art. Her art is the only way she can be free of this most common affliction.
Ideal:
“Maybe I’ve had my happiness.”
Belief:
Agnostically Pagan. She believes that there are multiple deities but doesn’t approve of any organized religions.
Physical Information
Build:
Proportionate.. Deceptively tone.
Defining Marks:
Tattoos.. She has “I Don’t Want To Be This Torn To Pieces” tattooed in large print on her left upper arm. A kiss on her left front hip. A feathered tribal on her right outer forearm. A skeleton on her right upper arm. Dual stars on her chest. Her back has a set of wings that are torn, bloodied, all around grotesque. She has a heart with “Beauty” written on the inside of her right thigh. All of her ink is in a gray ink.
Description:
Ame’s beauty is not the sort that Greek tragedies are written about nor are any great wars fought over her kind of natural beauty. While she is “Goth” she does not wear the classic heavy make up that many Goths do. The most make up you will find on her is perhaps lip stick and minute amounts of eye shadow. Her long straight black hair traced with a midnight blue shines in the right light ending just about her lower back. She always wears it down, preferring to use it as a shield to hide from others when the need should so arise, ducking her honey hues behind the dark strands. She enjoys changing the color of the randomly placed highlights through out her locks, but doesn’t always do this. Her skin tone can be perceived as a few different colors depending on what she is wearing, but for the most part it is mostly a glowing shade of cream. Her eyes are the color of warm honey with vibrant yellow tingeing the rim of her pupils and the edges of her webbed irises. Her face is void of any beauty marks or freckles. She has a high labret piercing in which she typically wears a hoop in, surgical steel looping over the center portion of her bottom lip.
Her tongue is pierced as well.. Twice. Dual steel studs rest in the center. Her delicate neck typically has a single necklace draped around it, a silver chain upon which hangs a sword who’s hilt is decorated with a single garnet, the blade having two dragons snaking their way up. It is either that or a simple black cord with a shell of no real value resting on her breast bone. Her chest has dual star tattoos, one on either side. Her attire is almost always black and she often wears long sleeved shirts or coats to cover her arms. She has ink slung there as well. She does not hide her tattoos, more of a subconscious attempt to protect herself from those who would see her harmed.
Her wardrobe can be anything from day to day, varying as her mood does. From red plaid to black skirts, both short and long. Black leather boots are the only way to go as far as she is concerned, the more buckles the better. And those boots must have a heel on them.. Anything to give her more height.
Standing at a mere five foot four doesn’t making reaching things on high shelves that easy. She moves calmly and calculated, as if she is analyzing every move before she makes it. Always scanning the crowd, not out of paranoia, just curiosity. Her voice is soft and could be considered innocent by some. But her tongue has a silver edge on it that can slice with the best of them. She’s not a violent person.. But she has been known to have a temper. Though she keeps that under control the majority of the time. Only when those cross that invisible line does it ever get out of hand. She has one friend above all... Jesse, her albino ferret. He goes with her almost everywhere and is usually found hiding in one of her coat pockets, running amuck in her small condo, and naturally.. stealing anyone's left shoe he can get his little paws on. The one thing that is sure to get her showing a rare smile.. is Jesse.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Verbal.
Years Practiced: 19
Description of style: She is not a physical fighter, she prefers to fight with words. She loves a good debate and enjoys picking a person’s flaws apart piece by piece, exposing them to the world.
History Information
History:
Ame was the second child born to Elise and Gerald Eisen of Munich, Germany. The first of her family to be born in America, Ame came into this world in a community hospital in Brooklyn, New York, 1989. Her older brother, Paul, was four years her senior. Her parents migrated to New York for the same reason that most foreigners come to this country, to give their children more opportunities at a better life. While Elise made her living cleaning apartments in the family’s complex, Gerald was hired on at the prestigious New York City Fire Department. Gerald’s long hours kept him away from home the majority of the time leaving Elise virtually alone to raise their two children. Elise was the epitome of a hard working German immigrant. She spoke very little English but managed to get by with the small salary they had attained. Their apartment was nothing special, a typical two bedroom forth floor walk up. As the children grew and the marriage drifted, Elise eventually took to just sleeping in the living room, giving her son Paul, at the time 16, his own room. Elise hid her secret of depression and alcoholism from most of the world, but her children forever witnessed the horrifying toll it took on their mother. Elise was never violent by any means, and she did her best to hide her pain, but children are seldom fooled. Gerald spent less and less time at home as the years went on and in the fall of 2001, he stopped coming home all together. Ame can’t remember ever having a conversation with her father, but that didn’t bother her growing up and it doesn’t today. She had Paul. Her larger than life older brother. Paul was the poster child for perfect sons. He trudged through their mediocre existence never complaining, aloud that is, and took on the roll as man of the house in nearly ever sense of the phrase with grace and dignity. Ame’s childhood was not tragic nor was it noteworthy, but they all did the best they could with what they had been given.
Life has a funny way of making sure everyone has one horrible memory before they leave the house and go out on their own, and Ame’s life was no different… Paul left his part time job at the deli three blocks east of their apartment at nine in the evening on August 5th, 2002. His body was found in the East River four days later. He had been robbed and murdered. The suspects took his paycheck of two hundred dollars and his Rolex knock-off. Ame’s world collapsed. There was a silence in the apartment that weighed on both Elise and Ame as if the reaper himself had come home with them from the funeral. Gerald attended but did nothing more. Ame drew further and further into her self and submerged her mind into her art, creating collages of Paul which she would have to hide from her grieving mother who banned any mention of the great son’s name and allowed no photographs in plain site. Elise lost her battle to depression the following winter in the bottom of a bottle of schnapps. Ame was thirteen years old. Her world having already collapsed, it simply imploded the morning she found her mother’s lifeless body on the living room floor. Gerald retrieved his daughter from the police station that afternoon. Ame saw her father’s apartment for the first time that day. A simple one bedroom flat north of Brooklyn. Ame found herself basically living alone for the first time in her life. What was once a normal upbringing with no tragedy to speak of was now a bad lifetime movie reject. Ame’s art slowed to a crawl and eventually she didn’t have the energy to pick up even the smallest of brushes. Gerald never saw anything coming. Ame was found by a neighbor who, from time to time, would bring over dinner for the young girl. In the bath tub, fully clothed, curled in a tight ball. The doctors later told Gerald that his daughter was catatonic. Gerald visited his daughter once in the institution before signing his parental rights over to the state of New York.
Ame remained institutionalized until her eighteenth birthday in 2007. During her stay she had come out of her catatonic funk as she refers to it and used the resources made available to her. Since suicide was never an issue for her, she was able to take advantage of the multitude of art classes the institution offered to it’s functioning crazies (as Ame says.) She learned to sculpt wood, ice, metal, and clay. Her doctors saw her art as a release, a way towards recovery from a mental fracture. When Ame first came out of her catatonic state, she developed a severe case of OCD, where everything in her world had to be in order. The doctor’s explained to her that this was a coping mechanism, her world had been out of her control when her brother was murdered and her Mother died, and OCD was her minds attempt at maintaining order. In the smallest of ways. The doctor’s did not try to treat this new found mental label, they simply allowed her the tools and knowledge to learn to live with the sometimes over powering need to alphabetize an entire library of mismatched books, and how to remain calm when she dropped a stack of papers. Her art is the only place in which she can let go of the OCD, her mind opens and relaxes, allowing the creativity to flow through her in to her work, which is always abstract. Her photo collages have won numerous awards in small time art showings and she enjoys doing them. But where as a sprinkle is to a thunderstorm, thus are her collages to her sculptures. When she left the institution she first tried to live on her own and get a small job possibly selling her paintings or her artistic photos, which she takes plenty of. But that didn’t last very long at all. One of her therapists suggested perhaps schooling of some sort would be something that might work for her. Money was of no concern as far as schooling would go since her Mother’s life insurance had been placed into a trust to pay for such a thing. Suggestions that it would give her a chance to form relationships with people and work on her social skills did little to push Ame towards the idea.. But it was Paul’s dream that she continue her education, so she made the decision to move. And as luck would have it, her Aunt Dalia, her Mother’s Sister, has a rental property in Long Beach. Who knows.. Perhaps they have an art program.
Living Status Information
Type of residence: [Condo Style Family Rental Property]
5928 Azure Way, Long Beach, California
Roommates: Jesse [the Ferret]
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 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: This is located in the rules section of the board. You cannot be approved without it. This proves you have read and understand the rules, and are responsible for your actions on this board and its consequences.
"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"*
