Post by cadence on Apr 2, 2011 19:27:37 GMT -8
THORNE, CADENCE
DEMIGOD
3rd Year at Camp
Age: 16
Daughter of Apollo.
Alliance: Neutral.
DEMIGOD
3rd Year at Camp
Age: 16
Daughter of Apollo.
Alliance: Neutral.
Appearance:
Eye(s): Slate.
Hair: Black, down to her waist.
Height: Five foot seven.
Build Type: Slim.
Brief Description:
The first thing that comes to mind is off-putting. Cadence almost never smiles, finding it an unnecessary use of facial muscles; actually, she doesn't have much facial expression at all, preferring a mask of apathy. Clothing-wise, she prefers black tee shirts- often with sarcastic expressions written on them- and blue or black jeans, the baggier the better. Her hair is naturally wavy, annoying her so much that she takes pains to straighten it.
Background:
Mortal Parent(s): Ariana Thorne.
Other Family: Drea Thorne, half sister.
Pets: Pets are for people who like affection.
Brief History:
Personality:
Likes:
- Being alone
- Her bow and arrows
- Her connection to Artemis
- Lip piercings
- Girls.. especially those with lip piercings
Dislikes:
- People in general
- Swords
- Aphrodite children
- Her mother
- Chauvinism
Skills:
- Archery
- Playing guitar
- Speed
- Avoiding people
- Writing
Weaknesses:
- Stubborn
- Extremely rude, at times (okay, well, most of the time)
- Paranoid
- Fighting with anything that isn't her bow or knife
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Passions:
Fears:
- That she'll break her oath
- That she'll eventually gave to be nice to people
Hobbies:
- Cursing people
- Drawing
Fighting Specialty: (one please)
Describe the extent of your powers/abilities:
Theme Song:
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The Puppeteer:
Name/ Alias: Ashurii, or any nickname you can think of.
Age: Fourteen.
How long have you been role playing?: Two years.
Rate Your RPing 1-5 Stars according to our Star Rule: I can be a 5 with motivation. I'd say 4/4.5 on average.
How did you find us?: Minta. :]
Role Playing Sample:
And that was it.
There was no way she could recover to win the fight against the shark-nin. She'd made a fatal mistake-- probably several, in fact-- and it was going to cost her. There wasn't a soul around to intervene; and she had to face it, even if there had been anyone around; Kisame would've frightened them off anyways, without even having to do anything. She was truly alone.
Pride comes before a fall. The words had stuck with her throughout the years, always lurking in the back of her mind. She'd never thought they would apply to her; in fact, she had been about to apply them to Kisame earlier. But had her pride really been that out of line? She had thought it was confidence that drove her to continue fighting, but had it truly been pride in her own abilities?
She didn't want to dwell on that, though. Hell, she couldn't even if she wanted to. The searing pain in her arm had been bearable, but the clone's kick was just a bit too much. If the real Kisame hadn't been standing in front of her, she would've sworn that it was he who had delivered the crushing blow. There was no way a water clone could be that strong-- unless Kisame was superhuman.
And she had no doubt that he was. Reading his files and hearing tales of his strength from survivors of battles-- the very, very few there were, anyways-- couldn't compare to what she was now experiencing. If she was any lesser kunoichi, and the kick had been centered any better, she would've had a broken spine. And she knew that if he had wanted to do that, he would have.
He had kept her alive. But why? Was he truly that sadistic, that he wanted to see her writhe in pain before he killed her? She had given up all hope that she would live through the battle, but she refused to let him see her acceptance. She would fight him until her last breath left her body, no matter what the consequences. Someone should have killed this bastard a long time ago.
Even the best-laid plans can come to ruin.
And wasn't that true. She had come into the battle with an endless amount of strategies, but one after one they had all failed. Boil release, grudge rain, lava release-- which she hadn't even gotten the chance to finish. Were her strategies riddled with so many imperfections that Kisame could strike through them with relative ease?
She had never doubted her own skills like that before. Maybe it had had to come down to death for her to see the reality of herself. But if all of her plans had been as flawed as the ones in this battle, how had she ever ascended through the ranks? Was her failure just a sign that Kiri could never prosper-- at least under the current series of kages?
She hoped fervently that that wasn't true. However much disdain she had held for Yagura, her father, and all the others who aspired to ascend the the position of Kage, she would never have wanted to ruin her country's chances to succeed. She had vowed over Yagura's cold, lifeless body to protect her country with all of her strength, and to never give up no matter how dire the circumstances.
Yet here she was, breaking both of her promises. She hadn't taken Kisame seriously from the start, like she should have. Maybe if she had their positions would be reversed, and Kisame would be the one about to die. That thought elicited a dry chuckle from Mei; she couldn't have managed what he had, especially in such a short time, and certainly not with as much finesse as he had shown.
And no matter what, she had promised to fight until the end. Yet with her acceptance of the fact that Kisame was going to kill her, that promise had been shattered. Any last-ditch efforts she put out would be halfhearted and not worth her time or the remains of her chakra. She was better off without even trying, and letting her acceptance take over. Mei Terumi, vow breaker. She'd never imagine herself as such.
What does that hold for us? There's no hopes or dreams! It's just a halfhearted, fucked up escape coming from the mind of a man willing to give up without a fight.
Her eyes widened slightly when she remembered those words, spoken to Yagura not a fortnight before his death. Those words had driven him to fight, to care more than he ever had before. Somehow, those words had changed him for the better-- not that he had gotten a chance to be much better before he was decapitated. The words of a man willing to turn traitor to save his own skin.
She had stood there and called him a traitor for being willing to give into demands that would virtually ruin Kiri. And from that he had gotten another idea, one that she was starting to implement... but wouldn't get the chance to complete. Or would she? She had called him a traitor for almost giving up. Didn't that make her a traitor of an even worse sort?
Willing to let Kisame kill her, for she saw no other way out. Willing to let the village fall into hell again after her death. Wanting to let it all go, to just end her life with no regrets and no chance of any other ending. Did that make her a traitor? Or was she something even worse? The old Mei never would have let herself even come close to thinking the thoughts she was having at that moment.
You sycophantic, syphilitic swine. She had managed to insult him in about ten different ways during that little speech, and she had expected the maniac to hang her or something of the sort. But no, she was honored for it... Too bad a speech wouldn't save her here.
To give up, after all that, wouldn't that be a waste of everything I hold dear? Like spitting on my father's grave, in a way.
The realization came to her after Samehada connected with her. As she flew towards the lake, she clenched her fists; she had to try something, but she couldn't do anything without it being suicide. The little bit of chakra she had left wasn't enough to do anything that would harm Kisame.... In fact, it would probably just make him laugh.
She didn't think she had ever hit a body of water so hard in her life. The impact sent shocks through her system, and she emitted a low hiss. She was completely soaked, barely able to make her way to the surface. She sent an errant glare Kisame's way, brushing several strands of wet hair out of her face with a shaking hand.
She still refused to give in completely, searching vainly for a way to at least get out alive. But nothing was coming to her frazzled mind. Her nerves were shot almost completely, and it took a good bit of effort told hold herself in a defiant posture still. Mei let out another low laugh that quickly escalated into full-blown laughter. Let her laugh in the face of death; maybe it was insanity, or maybe it was some realization that dying with fear was like giving up.
I'm not like them, any of them. I won't give up... no matter what.