Post by Tara Ritter on Nov 17, 2009 22:06:31 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Tamara Ritter
Also Known As: Tara
Age: 17
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 125
Blood Type: B+
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eye Color: Dark auburn
Hair: brown
Past Time Information
Hobbies: Video Games / Puzzles / Reading / Staring At Clouds
Talents: Flirting / Dressing scantily / Problem Solving
Favorite things: ; D Wouldn't you like to know... / Gameboy / Her pillow / FOOD
Sports/Clubs: None yet
Misc.: Smoker, tattoo on her right arm, beauty mark on her left shoulder
Mental Information
Personality: Tara, as she likes to be known, has a very laid back, relaxed personality. She has a very light sense of humor, and doesn't take much to heart. She likes to do her own thing, and doesn't really care about what others think. She likes to just have fun, pretending that everything in life is a joke. In fact even when she fights people it is all just a big joke in her head, it would take a lot for her to take something seriously.
She is a joker at heart. She likes to flirt and have fun, but avoids anything serious, like relationships. They're just... Not her thing. She prefers a carefree lifestyle with no strings, probably because of her upbringing with all the moving around and never really forming a real close relationship with anyone. She does like her flirtage though, very much so~
If she ever does get serious it would most likely take somebody who was really close to her to get her that way. She isn't very trusting of people with what is actually going on with her emotionally and she hates to be seen as weak and girly, so she holds in a lot of her feelings masking it behind her own humor. This way she can continue to smile, laugh, have fun and not be concerned with issues. This way she can live a carefree life full of fun and relaxation. She's a social person, but hard to get close to. She doesn't open up easily, fearing that closeness will actually drive people apart. Her past isn't important, who she is now though, is important. The road isn't as important as the destination.
She's a fighter at heart, and loves a good brawl. Whether it be for fun or serious, the need to fight is there. The feeling of her muscles working, of the burn of a hit, either taken or given, the rush of adrenaline. She lives for it. Being a carefree person though, she tries her hardest to come out as friends no matter what. Fighting is an activity to her, like any other activity, puzzles, cards, games. It can lead to bonding and quality time while benefiting you physically and mentally.
When angry though, she can be a real tough cookie. She will do anything to defend her honor if she feels she has been wronged or offended, or she will fight hard for something she believes in. When angered, she acts rashly, not completely thinking things through, but sometimes, that works out for her.
Mentality: Sane
Ideal: "All the worlds a stage, and the play is a comedy, NOT a greek tragedy."
Belief: Agnostic
Physical Information
Defining Marks: Burns to her lower back on the left side, bullet wounds to the back left shoulder, tattoo on he right shoulder/neck, burns to both biceps
Build: Tara is average height for a girl at 5' 4". She is not overly thin, instead she has just the right amount of body fat that gives her an attractive and curvaceous body.
Head: She has a thin face, and large eyes, and her smile is warm and inviting. She likes to keep her hair long, and left to hang straight it would reach to her lower back. However, she likes to wear her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, keeping it out of her face as she does her own thing. Her bangs are long and often fall into her eyes as they reach her cheeks. She prefers to wear no makeup, choosing instead to just let her natural look be what people come to love.
Torso: She has a large bust, and she will often use it to her advantage. She is not afraid to show of what her momma gave her~! ; D Her stomach isn't toned very much anything, but there isn't much in the way of flab either.
Arms: Uhm... They're arms... She has a tattoo on her right arm, tribal design. Her mom let her get it after HOW long bugging her for it?
Legs: .... Uhm... Long...? Thick thighs ; D Good for grabbing~
Feet: Size 7 womens?
Apparel Information
Head Gear: None, she doesn't like hats to mess up her hair, and it's always in ponytails anyways, so theres not much she can put on her head.
Shirts: A thin long sleeve shirt, usually accented by an off color tank top or something to add a splash of color to her outfits, but usually just tanks and tee's, something comfortable, but gives a good appearance.
Pants: Usually denim jeans, usually ripped for a hippy-ish appearance.
Shoes: She prefers to go bare foot, but if she needs to wear shoes, she likes comfortable flats or flip flops.
Misc: None.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Freestyle
Years Practiced: 7
Description of style: Freestyle is the style of not having a particular style.... STYLE! Basically Tara will go with the flow, while she doesn't have a lot of experience with fighting, she has been in a couple fights. For the most part she just learns as she goes, picking up moves each time she fights and using experience with common sense to dodge an opponents attack or create ways to counter. She is not afraid to do cheap tricks and fight as dirty as possible to either make sure she wins or make sure she doesn't get hit, she hates getting hit in fights.
Overall Strengths: Her passive nature allows her to take things less seriously, as well as allowing her to keep a cool head in a fight, which can be essential at times. This means she won't make a completely irrational move, and all her plans are more thought out. This also allows her to see attacks coming a little better, since she isn't too rushed or too adrenaline buzzed to not notice an attack coming.
Overall Weaknesses: She isn't the strongest and doesn't have a lot of experience. Her threshold for pain is also somewhat low, so she does tend to get hurt easily, or react badly to being injured. This means in fights where she gets a more serious injury she is less likely to fight on despite the injury, and is more likely to just give up the fight or run away.
History Information
History: Hi, my name is Tamara if you can't already tell. You want me to tell you about my life? I'll tell you about my life. So two people walk into a bar, one of them is a girl the other is a man. After some idle chit chat the man says a corny pick up line to the girl, he says:
"Hey baby, do you have any STD's?"
The woman says, "No, why?"
The man replies, "Would you like some?"
The woman laughs and is won over by the guys sick sense of humor. Give or take nine months later you got me, go figure. In any case, the two tried to have a relationship but it didn't really work out. Something about having a kid scares the guy away. Well, that or the court summons and the lawsuit which gave my mom the child support to help raise me. It's not like my dad was a deadbeat, it was just that the relationship was going south and my mom REALLY didn't want to take his word that he'd help out with the baby. You know, me. Tamara Ritter, which is my mothers last name.
In any case, aside from that... shit happened and here I iz... but seriously, I grew up being raised by my single mom, we moved around a bit because of her work, and just recently she got a really nice job in California. Her job title is about three pages long if you use size 10 font, all I know is she went from a cubicle to an office with a view and her own secretary. Not exactly TONS of cash, but for two people... we live pretty nicely. We have a small place since it's just the two of us, but we have a lot of nice things.
She was always a good mom and she raised me as best she could being a single mother and all, and it taught me a lot about how I wanted to live my life, what I wanted to do, who I wanted to be. I didn't want to be one of those people who had to work so hard for so little like she did, not that I look down on her or anything for it, she did the best she could, and I'm proud of her... I've just been there, and want more then that with my life. And she wanted more for me to.
So I decided to go to school. I had been doing pretty shitty in school lately and decided to buckle down, do things right, and during the last year, manged to pull my shit together enough to catch up on some credits. Then it was on to phase 2... Keeping up. Catch up had been hard enough, now it was just a matter of keeping to it, and pulling off some good grades to keep myself on track to graduate.
Not long after, I entered some sort of tournament for fighting, hoping to get some extra cash when money got tight again. I did well the first time, so I kept coming back for more. I lived to be in the middle of that ring. Then though... I lost pretty bad to some guy... I think his name was Matrim or something, I can't be completely sure, but I lost pretty bad none the less. But I idolize that man. He's like... Wow... Scary good. Later that same night, the place burnt down and I took some pretty bad damage from the things that happened that night.
I haven't been the same since, and have had to work myself back up to a good level. Mom and me moved again to get me into a new school, a public school this time. It was going pretty well, until I ran into him. Who you might ask? Zeek. His dad owned the club I had been fighting at. The one that burned down. Me and him... We got close. And you know what, I liked it. I liked him. I could really see the two of us going somewhere. And you know who else I ran into!? Matrim! Ya, HIM! He went there to. We fought and... He showed me things I never thought possible. He showed me about qi. And I began trying to learn mine. It wasn't going so well though.
But then things went sort of... crazy. Apparently, there was a lot more to what happened at the club that night then anyone told me. My getting involved with Zeek put me smack in the middle of that. We were... kidnapped. God, so cliche. But it happened. I don't remember much of it. I saved the day, learned my qi, but... The power that moved through me... Messed with my mind. I don't really remember all of what happened. Mom sort of lost it, and when her job offered her a transfer, she snapped it up, afraid of staying where we were after everything. Because I was only 17, I had to go with her. I had to leave Zeek. When I'm old enough though, I'll go back. Me and him aren't done. Not by a long shot. I don't what he thinks, but he damn well better still be single when I come back.
For now though, I got in no problem. The school is a high shcool university thing. Little does mom know, but same deal as 159. But I worry about keeping up in this school. Not because it's hard, but because there's a lot of fighting... But hey. at least it's my favorite thing.
(see Fight Date)
Living Status Information
Type of Residence: In a small apartment nearby.
Roommates: Mother
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: No I don't want to dance with the cookie
