Post by Marissa Peretti on Jan 5, 2009 15:16:21 GMT -4
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MARISSATARA, PERETTI
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If you feel so filthy
So dirty so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up
;;_back to BASICS
name;; Marissa Tara Peretti
nickname;; Sparky, Ris, Rissa, Maria, Tara, Retti
age;; Fifteen (15)
birthday;; April 3rd
place of birth;; Caltanissetta, Sicily (Italy)
gender;; Female
sexuality;; Straight
canon;; Yup
year;; Sophomore
occupation;; student
;;_craving for POWER
power clique;; electrokinetic
sub-skill;; static
ability stats;; the stat points will be given by the admins upon approval of application. The better the app, the more the stat points given, so make it impressive. For more help please go here.power;; signifies your characters power level
control;; signifies your characters control level
sub-skill;; signifies your characters mastery of his/her sub-skill
known limits;;
Marissa’s electrokinesis is incredibly powerful. Without realizing it she uses up her energy quite quickly doing little things she didn’t intentionally mean too do, such as activating her static and letting it run without really realizing it. She’s shocked quite a few people…literally…with this certain mishap, an accidental touch would fry a friends hand and so on and so forth. She sometimes gets dizzy spells and has been known to faint once or twice. Because of the energy drain her hormones are quite imbalanced as well as her appetite. She’s been known to pack a lot of food in to her slender body then go without eating for days at a time.
power history;;Marissa like any other breed child when first born her powers surfaced. No one in the delivery room survived it. And also like most other breed children she rediscovered her powers later on in life after what Dr. Reid calls ‘a dry spell’ during her toddler years. When she was thirteen she’d been madly in love with the local hotty in school, he was every girls dream the cutest and the best at sports. She’d been about to kiss him when suddenly the street light blew out above them and rained sparks all around them.
At first she had no idea how it had happened and laughing he had reached out to take her hand. That was the end of him, the police found him the next day hidden in some bushes burnt to a crisp, his pretty blue eyes glowing blue with an unnatural light. They’d blamed it on the blown street light. Marissa moved on, it was hard for her to take showers because she’d short out herself as soon as she’d get wet and nearly drown. Even touching anything electrical brought small sparks. The remote went up in smoke, hundreds of dollars wasted on replacing televisions, ceiling fans and wall sockets. Finally her father had had enough.
That was when Reid stepped in and took her away to Sententia. Her father had been happy to see her go.
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;;_mirrors reveal real APPEARANCE
celeb claim;; Kristen Bell
height;; 5’6”
weight;; 110
eye color;; blue
hair color;; blonde
assets;; her smile
flaw;; pale skin
distinguishing mark;; a burn low on her back from the blown street light.Marissa considers herself to be quite beautiful, and she is. Vain beyond reason sometimes Marissa can always been seen with a mirror either in her hand or close by. Her blonde hair is well kept and falls past her shoulders in glittering waves of silken gold. Her eyes are an inquisitive blue color that seems to bore into your mind and read your soul. Her skin is pale but at times it’s noticeably tanner. She has rather large perky breasts set on a slender curved shape with a round ass and firm thighs leading to strong calves from her days in track. Her full lips set off her beautiful face, a faint pink color that makes them all the more kissable.
Marissa’s wardrobe usually consists of whatever she feels is comfortable for that day. Soft brown sweaters or tight button up shirts that show off her cleavage and her well shaped stomach. She prefers jeans to most all else but has been known to wear tight black leather pants once in a while. She wears boots a lot along with fishnet stockings if she's wearing a skirt. She has her own unique style and quite enjoys the others reactions to whatever she chooses to wear, whether it be eye catching eye candy for the boys or subtle sweater days for when she just wishes to be cozy. Either way she turns heads wherever she goes.BITCHY[x]BRAINY[x]BEAUTIFUL
;;_we have our own INDIVIDUALITY
likes;;
[/li][li][/color] Music
[/li][li][/color] Books
[/li][li][/color] Body art
[/li][li][/color] Dance[/li][/ul]
dislikes;;
[/li][li][/color] annoyances
[/li][li][/color] stupidity
[/li][li][/color] bad music
[/li][li][/color] scum[/li][/ul]
dreams;;
[/li][li][/color] to go home
[/li][li][/color] to see her family again after so long
[/li][li][/color] to master her powers rapidly
[/li][li][/color] to find love[/li][/ul]
fears;;
[/li][li][/color] accidentally killing someone
[/li][li][/color] getting hurt by her own powers
[/li][li][/color] damaging her face
[/li][li][/color] losing more control[/li][/ul]
eccentricities;; small mirror fetish, she likes looking at herself a lot.
Marissa is a rebel. Her attitude, her personality, pretty much everything about her is from another world. Technically she is, after being in America for two years her accent has all but diminished but she still speaks Italian when she’s frustrated or angry or just being mean without wanting the person to realize it. She lives by her own rules after all she spent the better part of her life being pampered and protected like the little mob princess she is. Being beautiful doesn’t help her total lack of humbleness either; she’s quick to hurt feelings and crush hopes and dreams if she feels it’ll get her what she wants.
Marissa’s only mental flaw is that she doesn’t really think before she speaks. Whatever’s on her mind is what’s on her lips, no filters, no holds barred. Just straight up unadulterated Marissa. Marissa’s imagination is vivid and she uses it well when making threats not like the gun she keeps hidden in her room doesn’t suffice as a proper threat anyway and the fact that its no secretly that she's Italian underworld royalty. She was named Marissa after one of the most feared underworld mob bosses ever, though she was only the wife of the man she’d made so terrible and frightening it was no secret that she was the power behind his throne and this generations Marissa made sure not to let the name down.
Intelligent to the point where correcting the teachers in subjects like Math or History had become so habitual she’d been sent to Reid for reprogramming. Though it didn’t work, she was still a smart ass, still a bitch and still in their faces. Being smart she enjoys playing games with peoples heads, having a following of girls that sooo wished they could be just like her that they hung off her words like drooling bitches in heat it was ridiculous but effective. If she was in trouble, one of them took the rap and so on and so forth. All in all Marissa has the attitude and the ability to walk the walk as well as talk the talk. She’s witty and overly confident but then again…who wouldn’t be with her looks and her strength? If anyone says they wouldn’t want to be her…they’re lying.
;;_we owe it all to HISTORY
father's name;; Frank Peretti
mother's name;; Tamara Dekkar
siblings name;; Franky Jr. Peretti (older brother) , Tara Peretti (younger sister)
significant other;; like theres anyone good enough for me
children's name;; one day
others;; none
Being the daughter of a mob boss is no easy task. When Marissa was born she took out the entire delivery room and with it her mother. There was no three second bonding period her mother and the doctors went up in smoke. Usually this would lead to a sob story for most but if anyone knew how to rise up from the smoke it was Frank Peretti. He took on the role of mother and father and raised Marissa to be a tough broad. Being the middle child as is custom Marissa was not only the favorite of her father but the most spoiled. She became closer to him than his right hand man William Teriati who was like an Uncle to Marissa.
Raised in violence and born of Frank’s second wife Marissa soon realized she wasn’t anything like her brother or sister, she had a gift and with it she brought grown men to their knees and sometimes some on their own side…accidentally of course. At the time Marissa was only 10 years old and controlling such immense power was far too much of a chore for someone so young and not used to hard work. Though she would apologize the gang became fearful and begged the boss to put an end to their suffering though any man that dared to speak to the boss about it would immediately end up sleeping with the fishes. No one was killing his favorite daughter; she was going to take over when he died after all, which could be any day!
It was then that Marissa’s static began to develop, suddenly even her father couldn’t hold her at times and it made her sad and worried him. No one could understand why the girl was so electrically charged or where the strange power had come from. But it wasn’t long before Frank’s prayers were answered. Doctor Reid had been giving a genetics seminar in town, the seminar hall being near the local shopping mall, the expensive one, not the discount shopping plaza but the mall. He’d witnessed the mall black out entirely and people come running and screaming from its open doors.
Naturally Dr. Reid knew the signs of a breed when he saw one, not even understanding how the disease could have spread so far but knowing that Marissa’s mother had been American and ironically had blood relatives in St. Louis it wasn’t surprising the gene had made it this far. What he found was a little thirteen year old girl sitting on her knees staring blankly at a burnt corpse. She’d looked up at him and what he’d expected to get was tears, a hysterical girl waiting to be comforted because she didn’t understand, or this was the first she’d seen of her powers. Instead what he got was…
”What’re you looking at four eyes?”
It wasn’t long after that Reid had a chat with the old time mobster Frank and after a heated argument between families, both blood and illegal, he sent his precious daughter to be taught in the ways of her power. On the condition that she came back whenever he called, after all she still had a mob to run and lots of things left to learn in that direction. The life of a mob princess isn’t exactly easy after all.
;;_totally out of CHARACTER
real name;; Kara
age;; 17 and a half
rp skill;; intermediate
rping length;; 5 years
read the power guideline;; fruitcake
where did you find us;; Advert board
rp sample;;
'Just ignore it and maybe it'll shrivel and die in a dark ditch somewhere.'
Allowing her red hair to curtain her face by sliding down her shoulder and the right side of her body which was now being tortured by the one malignant presence she wished the world would be rid of. Axianna hid behind a red waterfall of thick lustrous hair. She'd attempted to tame the thick mass of red hair with a black ribbon but said ribbon lay tied around her wrist in exile. Her hair just hadn't felt like behaving today. But the trouble was Ayden was a damn enigma to the red headed genius. She was smart, beautiful, the envy of every girl in her grade though because of that she wasn't the most popular. She didn't play any sort of sport preferring to be locked in the library or the computer lab doing important things rather than 'cheering' if you could even call such a ludicrous display of the human body as a 'sport'.
Axianna's attitude was one that screamed 'isn't it obvious I'm better than you?' therefore she hated any and everything that stumped her. Lucky for her she'd attracted the eye of the most wanted guy in her grade. All her friends could talk about was the haughty and quite naughty imp of a boy that sat beside her. She'd remembered before summer Jenny saying something about confessing to him. She had hoped to God he'd accepted but receiving a call of broken hearted proportions from her friend she realized that he'd not taken interest.
The many close calls she'd had in Mr. Pike's biology class where she usually hid to do most of her homework had been enough to make her a little cocky of her sex appeal. After all the hottest guy in the grade wouldn't just push any girl on to a table full of dangerous chemicals and dissected frogs for a little fun...would he? Her pen snapped in her hand as he spoke to her, naturally it didn't take long for the teacher to save her from his tortuous ministrations. Wiping her hand of the black ink that had stained her pale flesh she quickly replaced the pen and paper and focused on the board. What was she thinking? Of course her ignoring him had never worked before, in fact it had just made him more persistent.
Finally she glanced at him, one glittering honey colored eye staring through the sheen of crimson at her jailer.
"Do you mind Ayden? Unlike you some of us are actually trying to learn. Don't you have some future whore to be bothering?"
Her voice was vehement and cold as usual, why should she show warmth to this play boy? He only wanted to get in to her pants, break her heart then leave her to pick up the pieces by herself. She didn't have the time or energy to get mixed up in to something complicated, she was a woman driven by materialistic desires and a dream to fulfill. She didn't have time for a broken heart or a torn hymen.
Allowing her red hair to curtain her face by sliding down her shoulder and the right side of her body which was now being tortured by the one malignant presence she wished the world would be rid of. Axianna hid behind a red waterfall of thick lustrous hair. She'd attempted to tame the thick mass of red hair with a black ribbon but said ribbon lay tied around her wrist in exile. Her hair just hadn't felt like behaving today. But the trouble was Ayden was a damn enigma to the red headed genius. She was smart, beautiful, the envy of every girl in her grade though because of that she wasn't the most popular. She didn't play any sort of sport preferring to be locked in the library or the computer lab doing important things rather than 'cheering' if you could even call such a ludicrous display of the human body as a 'sport'.
Axianna's attitude was one that screamed 'isn't it obvious I'm better than you?' therefore she hated any and everything that stumped her. Lucky for her she'd attracted the eye of the most wanted guy in her grade. All her friends could talk about was the haughty and quite naughty imp of a boy that sat beside her. She'd remembered before summer Jenny saying something about confessing to him. She had hoped to God he'd accepted but receiving a call of broken hearted proportions from her friend she realized that he'd not taken interest.
The many close calls she'd had in Mr. Pike's biology class where she usually hid to do most of her homework had been enough to make her a little cocky of her sex appeal. After all the hottest guy in the grade wouldn't just push any girl on to a table full of dangerous chemicals and dissected frogs for a little fun...would he? Her pen snapped in her hand as he spoke to her, naturally it didn't take long for the teacher to save her from his tortuous ministrations. Wiping her hand of the black ink that had stained her pale flesh she quickly replaced the pen and paper and focused on the board. What was she thinking? Of course her ignoring him had never worked before, in fact it had just made him more persistent.
Finally she glanced at him, one glittering honey colored eye staring through the sheen of crimson at her jailer.
"Do you mind Ayden? Unlike you some of us are actually trying to learn. Don't you have some future whore to be bothering?"
Her voice was vehement and cold as usual, why should she show warmth to this play boy? He only wanted to get in to her pants, break her heart then leave her to pick up the pieces by herself. She didn't have the time or energy to get mixed up in to something complicated, she was a woman driven by materialistic desires and a dream to fulfill. She didn't have time for a broken heart or a torn hymen.
character adoption;; no
;;_chapter one: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST
here are some questions we will be asking for this first chapter of the plot.
willing to get your character murdered;; no
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