Post by stephjo on May 26, 2009 22:53:05 GMT -4
Fia Akami Gottmo
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Sweet, soft sins, stop shouting your stories
I've got trouble understanding all of them my dear![/center]
I'D STAY THE HAND OF GOD
[/color]BUT THE WAR IS ON YOUR LIPS[/font][/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES
[/color]EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: FiFi
SEX: Female
AGE: Seventeen
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
ETHNICITY: Caucasian
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original =D[/color][/font][/ul]
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT
[/color]AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION[/font][/center]
HAIR: Straight chocolate locks trail and surround Fia's features like an unique symbol of herself. Layered in sections to help provide an untamed and raw look in appearance, her hair gives off a more edgy atmosphere than calm. Her hair lowers to just over her thin set shoulders, the volume consisted within her hair's intensity being a much adored feature to herself. Another point would be to say, her hair can often give off a more raven appearance - once again, considering the light. A sheen of black mixed within the chocolate demean often reveals a more attractive color than its original dull shade of brown. Her bangs are constantly dusted in any direction that seems appealing in that situation - be it left, right or even just pushed up.
EYES: Fia's eye color can often differ depending on the lighting. Often noted as either emerald or lime in color, they can sometimes be seen as a deep oceanic blue. Shy and timid though her gaze may seem, the hostile glances they provide aren't often as appealing as you'd expect. Of course, the constant glimmer within them is proof of life and soul - despite the dark bags that trail under her eyes. Shielded by thick midnight lashes that exceed a normal length, and situated under delicately arched brunette brows - her eyes stand out as a main aspect to Fia's appearance.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'5 and weighs 102lbs.
BODY TYPE: Weighing at the underweight value of 102lbs, her figure is more of a boyish and lean one, rather than curved. She doesn't take much care to her weight, the dips in her curves and frail set body features not striking as odd at all. Her build is indeed a very slim one, her bones not holding much fat against them for protection. This would often be the downfall in her arguments, for there was an easier access to the damage within her body.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Fia's facial features are those of a mature young woman, her cheek bones define. Such features add elegant additions to her, along with the small arch in her lips that help to provide the added push to her light natural pout. Though, her skin tone is seen as more of a lighter shade - often leered toward a grayish. It is seen as odd for a skin tone such as this to be seen, but strangely it suites her demean quite well. When considering her nose, she has a single ring pierced upon the left side, it often being replaced by a single studded ball - silver in color. When she is seen to smile, the fainest trail of dimples can impale within her define cheeks, causing a more babyish and innocent appearance to take place.
She has a small scar based over her nose, it thin and a delicate shade of white due to a small fight the previous year in which glass from a bottle had impaled within it. Her nose isn't the perfect stature, having the tiniest of bumps within it - but it is classed as a pretty ordinary sight. When returning to the point of scars, her body has a vast majority darted all over it due to incidents she has simply forgotten or took no care in. Her delicate skin is often prone to bruises and cuts, most of them lingering for so long they become a part of her. A more common scar is one placed within a multiple amounts of her fingers from a time in which she'd have thought it where fun to see how much pain she could endure by cutting deeper and deeper. Numerous bets have also contributed to the cuts along her body.
A more physical addition would be the ink outlining of her entire spine that is placed along her back. Starting from her tail bone, and reaching the base of her neck, her spine has been tattooed in detail - as though it where on show to the public in an ink viewed vision. This was something she acquired at her sixteenth, a sign she could grasp at things she found interesting without having to acknowledge it. Of course, the pain was indeed not worth repeating ever again.
When confused, irritated or showing signs of thought, her nose can often scrunch into a cute expression, brows furrowing. It is just a simple expression in which the young girl often reveals in situations.
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TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE
[/color]BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME[/font][/center]
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:
HABITS/QUIRKS:
Her positive side would often consist of her being helpful to those she considers to be worthy of her attention. Along side people she can trust, it is a pretty simple thing to find in Fia considering she refuses to open up to strangers. On first appearance, she is a quiet person who listens and takes note on objects of affection or simple items of information she may be able to gain from someone. Patience is a strong thing within her character, along side honesty and loyalty that can hardly be found to such a degree.
Though, if taken the wrong way her attitude can take a quick fire enactment and can turn sour - violent. Although weak and fragile in appearance, the brunette can throw a punch and can cause the damage she wishes to when wanted. When hurt or offended, Fia refuses to think twice on a moment and lunges, wishing to inflict the damage that she hopes will force someone to crumble. It isn't the most pleasant sight of mind, but it often gets her through an argument or fight in a successful balance.
Considering her more flirtatious side, she can become quite shy in such a circumstance considering the facts that she isn't to experienced. Her shy and timid nature is hard to come across, but strangely is often found out most rather than her violent and more boisterous side. Yet, she can open up and her personality can differ to such a state...more like a butterfly effect. It forever changes when people don't seem to latch onto the concept! Then again, FiFi considers her quick changing personalty to often add to the fun of life...
It makes her judgment and acting a fun game to witness and guess at..
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LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE
[/color]MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS[/font][/center]
Cassie Luna Jarl, Aged Thirty Six, Waitress, Deceased.
Kam Jarrel Gottmo, Aged Forty, Criminal Antic, Unknown.
SIBLINGS:
Asher Hagan Gottmo, Aged Eighteen, Criminal Antic, Unknown.
OTHER FAMILY: Kia Merit Jarl, Aged Sixty, Retired Flame Dancer, Alive.
PETS: -
OVERALL HISTORY: It was on a grand old day in March, the second day to be exact that the Gottmo family where graced with their second child - their first girl. The family had never been a rich one - a more travel and gain life style if such a sense was understood. Within the earlier years of their life, the mother of the family once bore the ability to fire dance. Such a thing was to be placed down upon into the hopeful successor of this ability...their daughter. It was hence the reason they named her Fia. Such a name meant little fire, yet they didn't' know just how much of a grand fire she would spark.
Previous two years, Asher had been the first born child into the family. At the time, the siblings mother (Cassie) had only been sixteen, yet had found herself in love with the currently then twenty year old Kam Gottmo - a well known dealer of drugs and the odd gambling rings. Despite the harsh warnings from her mother, Cassie happily followed Kam to the ends of the earth; bearing him two healthy children. It was Kam's original idea that he would raise his son to follow him on in his own business, where as Fia would be left to her mother's care. To hooked up on the free drug provided known as love, Cassie agreed and allowed her two year old son to be carried anywhere by his Father.
The Gottmo family had always lived in a small town in Sweden called Kalmar Lan. Life progressed on a pretty average basis...the only factor being odd was that the siblings didn't once attend school. They where simply taught the basic math, English and reading skills - nothing else wanted. Fia didn't' once complain as she grew up - attempting to copy her mother's once grand fire dancing skills despite it being a hard task. It was at such a stage in which Cassie returned to the waitress industry that Kia took over in teaching her granddaughter the skills.
At the age of eight, not only was Fia fluent in speaking English and her traditional Swedish tongue - but was also able to en wrap her petite form with flames. Such heat intensity often licked at her skin and yet left no marks...the tradition passed down from her Mother's side; the Jarl side of the family. When Fia was at the blossoming age of eleven, she soon began to actually take notice of what Asher tried to teach her. Unlike his Father, he had a sense of protection over the family and knew only to well of what dangers their Father brought. Still, their mother was to hung up on that daft drug called love to notice how dangerous of a criminal Kam was becoming...
Fia would often confine within her thirteen year old brother to teach her of tricks with blades..guns...how to bribe others. He would always reply with something new. Often, the unique brunette would learn a new move, or a harsh remark that would often even stop her own Father in his tracks. Of course, a brutal smack across the head would be the consequence to using such terms against him. Though, this wasn't' seen as odd. The family never really had friendly contact with others...people feared them. The following year was when the Gottmo family seemed to strike its first major downfall.
Kam had run home - panting with Asher scurrying behind him like a lost soul - blood covering the both of them. Cassie was unable to react and soon hit the floor unconscious, leaving Kam to simply pick her up and call around the small house hold they lived in. Fia would constant question to what had happened, uncaused by the blood but she didn't receive and answer at first. Instead, she found herself being thrown head first into the small truck they owned - her grandmother in toe. Of course, the elderly lady wasn't to pleased with it all, forever cursing at her son in law for his stupid antics.
Three nights of straight driving lead the family over the border into Finland...and from there they traveled to England. Fia had never been so overhwlemed...then again, no one else was. Asher had then softly explained that a job had resulted wrong...ending in not only the recruitments of their side dead, but half of the opposing drug competitors. To know her brother had been involved scarred the poor girl...yet to know her Father had caused it made it all the worse. So, England was the new experience...immigtants from Sweden had arrived, bringing their drug business with them.
Fia would often be caught doing her small dances for others to see, and at the age of fourteen she was soon at professional levels...gaining money. Her thin set body allowed her to dance in and out the roaring flames that always licked and earned for her flesh - but where never satisfied. It was of course on the year of her fifteenth that everything not only struck down hill...but ruined Fia's once innocent out look on life. Arguments where growing in the small House hold, leading to Kia storming out and Asher brutally swatting his mother. Yet, nothing stopped the arguments persisting and soon Fia snapped. Lighter in tow, she no longer used it to preform her magical dances...but instead held it to the wooden counter beside her screaming mother.
Her parents stopped dead when the fire began...yet, only one of them escaped. It was unknown to what had happened, but Fia was found standing outside the burning house hold - watching as it burnt to the ground with her mother inside. Her sick, twisted grin was what alerted the police officers that had arrived of what probably had happened. Unsure to where on earth her brother and father had disappeared to after the incident, Fia found herself being sentenced to the maximum of two years in juvenile hall. Her grandmother was the only frequent visitor, always telling the brunette of how much she loved her.
Fia would always smile and laugh, but never took it to heart. In the walls of the prison she was battered, sliced...and she fought back. Two years for the fifteen year old weren't punishment enough, for she escaped a totally different person six months shy of her release date. Smirking in triumph, she made sure to allow her Grandmother notice of the situation before fleeing into the unknown. A successful escape as it was, for by her Seventieth she was still free and bore a new tattoo which faintly showed the world she couldn't be caught...she was Fia Akami Gottmo.
Yet, she still hides from the authority...but enjoys the concept of fire to a grander level. Juvenile hall was just the beginning of her antics...
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WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE
[/color]LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The wind slowly tore through out the lonely street of the particular area of Manhattan. The wind seemed to carry the distinct scent of the usual fragrance of pollution, smoke...what ever else could be produced within the surrounding buildings and city streets. This wasn't really a shock to Michigan, seeing as this was something she noted daily. Her iced blue gaze crossed the clouded sky as she made her away along the metallic Grey pavement, foot fall silent as her conversed covered feet collided with it. Noticing only a few rays of the sun escaping caused her to sigh sadly, her skin in urge to have the warmth raging against it. Her fiery red locks brushed around her face in a mess, causing her to sigh gently as she pulled her finger tips through them slowly in thought.
The empty street made a shiver run down her spine, for it usually held at least one living soul - be it even the street urchin she'd often wave to near the garbage down one of the alley ways she'd grown fond of. Yet, he wasn't' even there, making her feel some what incomplete. Her day wasn't a day without the usual communication of waves and exchanges of comments as she'd walk past on her way to the place she'd personally grown from something small. As she continued to walk down the small street, she found her palms dusting from her hair to the rough granite of the walls that happened to be in her direction. She smiled wide, despite the small scratches that where forming upon her pale dusted skin. She sighed, this time it holding a more happy aura to it. As soon as the granite feel began to soften to something more life like, Michigan found her grin finally forming, plump rose lips turning into cherry smile as her hands intertwined with the lower areas of the ivy that grew along of the walls of the small building she'd grown to adore more than her own life.
A glint seemed to flicker upon the hanging sign that declared the name "Emerald Clover" florist. She grinned proud, watching it swing gently in the ever growing wind that surrounded her. She had to admit, she was proud to have an establishment under her own name, and her ever growing smile was proof. Every time she'd walk toward her proud creation, she'd always grin...it was as though routine. She soon found herself staring into the glass windows of the store that took her breath away. Inside, was an area of darkness...but she knew what the light would reveal. Beauty. Her enthusiasm was shown as she rummaged around her jean set pockets, revealing a clutch of keys that had an assortment of lucky charms and images attached to it. She ignored these little assortments and shoved a key into the worn brass lock, turning it with a successful click. It was then she pushed the door open, inhaling deep. The fragrance that replaced the one of fumes was more than heavenly - it consisting of favored ones such as lilacs, roses...multple ones she couldn't even name! Each where perfect for her, and shutting the door behind her she sealed out the world of pollution and worries...and entered her own little sanctuary. Dusting away the fallen leaves from multiple plants from her counter, Michigan found the switch that would bring life to her store. Flicking it, she took in the sight of the amazing plants that seemed to over crowd the area. Each blossoming in their unique beauty - colors of red, blue and purple clashing against each other. Every color clashed! It was something she'd also grown to adore over the few years she'd lived in New York.
Ireland had always held the ultimate beauty, and by creating this store...she found it being relived. Even if only by a small amount. "Right" She murmured softly, voice quiet as she backtracked to the door, fingers brushing against the small stone plaque. She turned it over and grinned, inhaling deep. "We are open" She laughed to herself, relaxing as she headed toward her much worn maple counter, hands brushing through the leaves that surrounded her. She slowly laughed louder, watching as the greenery grew in color, it intensifying. "Indeed we are open" She mused, sitting herself upon the counter, taking in the sight around her.
Yeah...she was proud. That was for sure.
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The empty street made a shiver run down her spine, for it usually held at least one living soul - be it even the street urchin she'd often wave to near the garbage down one of the alley ways she'd grown fond of. Yet, he wasn't' even there, making her feel some what incomplete. Her day wasn't a day without the usual communication of waves and exchanges of comments as she'd walk past on her way to the place she'd personally grown from something small. As she continued to walk down the small street, she found her palms dusting from her hair to the rough granite of the walls that happened to be in her direction. She smiled wide, despite the small scratches that where forming upon her pale dusted skin. She sighed, this time it holding a more happy aura to it. As soon as the granite feel began to soften to something more life like, Michigan found her grin finally forming, plump rose lips turning into cherry smile as her hands intertwined with the lower areas of the ivy that grew along of the walls of the small building she'd grown to adore more than her own life.
A glint seemed to flicker upon the hanging sign that declared the name "Emerald Clover" florist. She grinned proud, watching it swing gently in the ever growing wind that surrounded her. She had to admit, she was proud to have an establishment under her own name, and her ever growing smile was proof. Every time she'd walk toward her proud creation, she'd always grin...it was as though routine. She soon found herself staring into the glass windows of the store that took her breath away. Inside, was an area of darkness...but she knew what the light would reveal. Beauty. Her enthusiasm was shown as she rummaged around her jean set pockets, revealing a clutch of keys that had an assortment of lucky charms and images attached to it. She ignored these little assortments and shoved a key into the worn brass lock, turning it with a successful click. It was then she pushed the door open, inhaling deep. The fragrance that replaced the one of fumes was more than heavenly - it consisting of favored ones such as lilacs, roses...multple ones she couldn't even name! Each where perfect for her, and shutting the door behind her she sealed out the world of pollution and worries...and entered her own little sanctuary. Dusting away the fallen leaves from multiple plants from her counter, Michigan found the switch that would bring life to her store. Flicking it, she took in the sight of the amazing plants that seemed to over crowd the area. Each blossoming in their unique beauty - colors of red, blue and purple clashing against each other. Every color clashed! It was something she'd also grown to adore over the few years she'd lived in New York.
Ireland had always held the ultimate beauty, and by creating this store...she found it being relived. Even if only by a small amount. "Right" She murmured softly, voice quiet as she backtracked to the door, fingers brushing against the small stone plaque. She turned it over and grinned, inhaling deep. "We are open" She laughed to herself, relaxing as she headed toward her much worn maple counter, hands brushing through the leaves that surrounded her. She slowly laughed louder, watching as the greenery grew in color, it intensifying. "Indeed we are open" She mused, sitting herself upon the counter, taking in the sight around her.
Yeah...she was proud. That was for sure.
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