Post by Joshua on Jan 6, 2009 20:09:09 GMT -4
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JoshuaSteven, Brown
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Why can't I get it right, just can't let it go
I opened up, she let me down, I won't feel that no more
I got memories, this is crazy
She ain't nothing like the girl I used to know.
;;_back to BASICS
name;; Joshua Steven Hoerner
nickname;; Josh
age;; Seventeen
birthday;; October 20th, 2003
place of birth;; Bronx, New York
gender;; Male
sexuality;; Straight
canon;; No
year;; Senior
occupation;; Store attendant
;;_craving for POWER
power clique;; Aerokinesis
sub-skill;; Audiokinesis
ability stats;;power;;
control;;
sub-skill;;
known limits;; Joshua's limits aren't very noticeable at first, however as time gos on you will easily tell what his limits are. While he isn't good, or bad in his power, and control, he hasn't truly mastered either. He can force cars to shake, but not tip over. And he can make the air around himself reject certain objects, but only two feet around him. Still making in vulnerable to close range combat of any type.
power history;;--- >Birth right
So we begin with a small family in Bronx, New York. It was October Twentieth, Two thousand and three. The medical center that most of the Bronx citizens used. It was three in the morning, and the birth was beginning to turn in a downward spiral. The cord was wrapped around the babies neck, but because of the angle, the birth was impossible normally. A C section was necessary to save the baby, and keep the mother safe. If only it were that simple. The doctors cut, and they were right there. They pulled the baby from it’s mothers stomach, but the blood that was coming from the mother was too great. Cutting the cord, they tried to save the mother. It so turned out she was anemic. They tried to save her, but it was too late. Her first child, she gave it life, it took it in return. The thanks that were given. The young man was named Joshua, it was a sad day in The Bronx. The young baby was sent with his father, and from that poin the was raised under his wing, under his rule.
--- >Air is Solace
Joshua was just about to turn eight, he lived without the knowledge that he killed his mother, or in the sugar coated sense, his mother was killed by her disease. He was told she was on a trip, she was very busy, and worked to give him the best life imaginable. Only seeing pictures, Joshua was completely naïve to the truth. Joshua was on the local little league basketball team, and when that was over he played football as well. He was a popular young boy, he always had his hair in braids, and he never took anything for granted. His father worked two jobs, and as such he wasn’t around too much. He was a good man, and Joshua couldn’t ask for a more pleasant childhood. But, something was always different. He always seemed to like when the wind blew, whether it was when it was cold, warm, raining, whenever. The wind, it was like a comfort that drowned out all other noises. Any other problem that would rise up, and make the young man sad.
A few years had passed. Joshua turned thirteen, it was around the end of the basketball season, and his father told him the truth about his mother. Josh was sad, he was upset, and he was angry. Angry that he was lied to all these years, by everyone. Not only his father, but his grandparents, all of them. On his mom and dads side. His aunts, and his uncles. Why did they lie to him? From that point, he became quite. He wasn’t talkative, and while he still played sports, he became so wrapped up in himself he was cut from the team the year after he found out. Nothing else was real to him, except for the wind. For so long, he sat on the roof and just let the wind guide his thoughts. It seemed to be his only comfort. This was his new home, the wind. He coined the phrase from that point on, “Air is Solace”
--- >Gifted from sight[/I]
It was shortly after the boys fifteenth birthday. About a month or two, his father was killed. That second job, well it seemed to entitle that he bring the ‘goods’ to the spot at that time, or there was going to be a price. It wasn’t a shock to Joshua, or the community at all. Drug dealers, and their lackeys died every other day. It was nothing new, it was actually to be expected. Joshua accepted his fathers death at first. But time ate away. He became more, and more emotional about whether or not he could bring himself to truly accept his fathers death, or his mothers death.
It was the last day of his junior year, the sixteen year old football star decided he wanted to walk home. It was breezy, nice day. But, so did a few of the neighborhood gangsters. They really didn’t know who they were going to have to deal with when they made the mistake to threaten this young man. And talk about his father, and his mother. They made crude comments, some that were so nasty that they couldn’t be remembered by the young man. Whatever they were, they made the Air user so ticked, so pissed, he discovered of his abilities then and there. The raw emotion fueling his gift, It was rather sad. After the young man caused the other men to fly so far back they hit an incoming train, he blacked out. When he awoke, he thought it was a dream. But it wasn’t. He watched the news the next morning. ‘Three men fell from the sky, and was hit by a train.’ That’s all he saw, that’s all he needed to see. This was the beginning, of something entirely new. [/blockquote]
;;_mirrors reveal real APPEARANCE
celeb claim;; Omarion; Granberry, Omari
height;; Five eleven
weight;; One sixty-Two
eye color;; Light brown
hair color;; Black
assets;; His stomach, it seems to drive the ladies crazy whenever he takes off his shirt.
flaw;; Easily his hair. While it does look good braided, he can't do a damn thing when it's out. It's just nappy as hell.
distinguishing mark;; There aren't many marks, or scars, but there are a random assortment of tattoos over the young high schoolers body.
Joshua has a wide assortment of clothes to choose from. This young man, in all reality, never felt the need to wear the same clothes in a two week span. He’s literally outfitted himself with over three weeks worth of clothes, only counting school days. So, from shorts, to the baggy jeans, to even the occasional vest and tank top beater. This young man can wear anything, for any type of weather. That being said, lets go over a few of those outfits. In particular, the one he’s known for, the outfit that stuck out the most and really set him apart back where he used to live. Bronx, New York.
In an attempt to stand out, and live the life that he always dreamed of, Joshua bought an outfit that was so out of the ordinary he was remembered, and in one of the best ways. Being placed in the senior book for most well dressed, and most outspoken. The outfit started with his shoes. These shoes were, these were all black, high top Jordans. However, these were different for the fact of the design. The high top portion, leading down toward the front were spotted with what seemed to be snow leopard spots. Where the spots were black, the rest of the shoes were all white. Next, we move to the jeans. These were almost completely normal. Near the bottom, they were baggy, like all of his clothes, but when they got to his shins, they tightened just slightly. At about the knee, the jeans loosened up again, and at the knee still were three marks. These marks were black, with a bleached blue outline like they claw marks. These appeared on both of the knees. On the back pockets were the heads of two snow leopards facing one another with jaws open. Reaching the shirt, we actually come across two things. An undershirt, white button up. And a vest that went over top of the white button up. This vest also had spots much like a snow leopards, however the spots were white while the rest of the vest, where there weren’t spots was all black. The reason why this was so out of the ordinary was people never wore vest, or button ups. Or even tight pants unless you were a girl. But this really set Joshua apart, and he still looked amazing.
Well, that was fun wasn’t it? After taking that all in, I’m sure you’re wondering, “But what does he look like?!” Well here’s the answer to that question. Joshua stands at an average, yet devilish height of Five’ Eleven”. He weighs exactly, One hundred, and Sixty-Two pounds. The young man is wrapped in a luscious, dark brown caramel shaded skin. His body at it’s peek, his biceps, and entire physique toned and sculpted to perfection. From his calves, to his shoulder blades. It was like a gift from the gods. And his face wasn’t that bad either.
His jaw line was just the right size. Short, but firm. It was rounded, not pointed what so ever. His head isn’t too tall, while his nose fits perfectly with his lips. His lips, despite crude stereotypes, weren’t huge. However, he wasn’t without flaws. Though not many really pay much mind, and it usually helps with his voice. His nostrils are big. Open, and his hair when not braided or cut down to a short length was rather nappy, and hard to deal with. Lastly, we speak about his eyes. The light, chocolate brown eyes that seem to just make the girls melt, and his smile. When combined with the two, he was a rather handsome man, wouldn’t you say so?
AIR IS SOLACE
;;_we have our own INDIVIDUALITY
likes;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] Silence
[/li][li][/color] Poetry
[/li][li][/color] Art
[/li][li][/color] Football
[/li][li][/color] Basketball[/li][/ul]
dislikes;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] Loud noises
[/li][li][/color] The cold without wind
[/li][li][/color] The heat without wind
[/li][li][/color] Sympathy[/li][/ul]
dreams;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] Become a teacher
[/li][li][/color] Coach Football or Basketball
[/li][li][/color] Get over the death of his parents
[/li][li][/color] Find the killers of his father[/li][/ul]
fears;; at least five
[/li][li][/color] Failing at his dreams
[/li][li][/color] Becoming power hungry
[/li][li][/color] Garlic
[/li][li][/color] Broken ink pens[/li][/ul]
eccentricities;; Just sit in random spots when the wind is blowing the strongest.
General:[/I]
Joshua, for the most part is a quite young man. He doesn’t necessarily go out of his way to make new friends. He will occasionally add his two cents in a matter he thinks is interesting, like football, or basketball. And he can usually connect with others in that way, and when he’s around other air manipulators, he tries and gets their opinion on the wind. There wasn’t much to this young man. He was anti-social for the most part. But sometimes he’d be very social. You know, mainly around the girls of the school, but something told him…He was just out of place.
Logic:
Joshua has this odd sense of logic, that whatever he says should be right. Was it his own ignorance, or unwillingness to accept being wrong? Or was it just because he truly was right all the time? Heh, well, it seemed sometimes to be a little of both. Joshua loves the idea that, when being right he’s given praise. This was something that He needs to work on, and will probably get over after spending sometime with the other students of this school. A little reality check just may be in order for our young, and naïve Football star.
Love:[/I]
Oh, the serious, topic that this young man just loves to avoid. Love, that feeling that usually comes when you meet someone that you just get that spark with. Love, a feeling that resembles butterflies flying around in your stomach. Of course he’d love to find love, but he’s that type of person that frankly avoids every possibility of leaving themselves open for a world of hurt. Losing another person, frankly Joshua probably wouldn’t be able to get over it for a few years. That type of hurt, it’s the kind that sticks with you, and eats away at your soul.
Family:[/i] This is a VERY touchy subject, and recommended that no one ever bring up his mother, or his father. Joshua hates the thought that he lost them both. While he didn't know his mother, he almsot blames himself for her death. And if someone were to bring her up, or his father, he'd probably go dead silent, trying to calm himself. And if they continued, he'd more than likely flip out. He's generally a nice guy, but you do not EVER bring those two up. However, while going silent, he'd say that they both are dead to try and get the other to stop talking. But, that's the only type of warning he could ever give.[/blockquote]
;;_we owe it all to HISTORY
father's name;; Troy Brown
mother's name;; Tynesha Brown
siblings name;; ---
significant other;; ---
children's name;; ---
others;; Aunt - Rita Brown
Uncle - Tyrome Johnson
--- >Birth right[/I]
So we begin with a small family in Bronx, New York. It was October Twentieth, Two thousand and three. The medical center that most of the Bronx citizens used. It was three in the morning, and the birth was beginning to turn in a downward spiral. The cord was wrapped around the babies neck, but because of the angle, the birth was impossible normally. A C section was necessary to save the baby, and keep the mother safe. If only it were that simple. The doctors cut, and they were right there. They pulled the baby from it’s mothers stomach, but the blood that was coming from the mother was too great. Cutting the cord, they tried to save the mother. It so turned out she was anemic. They tried to save her, but it was too late. Her first child, she gave it life, it took it in return. The thanks that were given. The young man was named Joshua, it was a sad day in The Bronx. The young baby was sent with his father, and from that poin the was raised under his wing, under his rule.
--- >Air is Solace
Joshua was just about to turn eight, he lived without the knowledge that he killed his mother, or in the sugar coated sense, his mother was killed by her disease. He was told she was on a trip, she was very busy, and worked to give him the best life imaginable. Only seeing pictures, Joshua was completely naïve to the truth. Joshua was on the local little league basketball team, and when that was over he played football as well. He was a popular young boy, he always had his hair in braids, and he never took anything for granted. His father worked two jobs, and as such he wasn’t around too much. He was a good man, and Joshua couldn’t ask for a more pleasant childhood. But, something was always different. He always seemed to like when the wind blew, whether it was when it was cold, warm, raining, whenever. The wind, it was like a comfort that drowned out all other noises. Any other problem that would rise up, and make the young man sad.
A few years had passed. Joshua turned thirteen, it was around the end of the basketball season, and his father told him the truth about his mother. Josh was sad, he was upset, and he was angry. Angry that he was lied to all these years, by everyone. Not only his father, but his grandparents, all of them. On his mom and dads side. His aunts, and his uncles. Why did they lie to him? From that point, he became quite. He wasn’t talkative, and while he still played sports, he became so wrapped up in himself he was cut from the team the year after he found out. Nothing else was real to him, except for the wind. For so long, he sat on the roof and just let the wind guide his thoughts. It seemed to be his only comfort. This was his new home, the wind. He coined the phrase from that point on, “Air is Solace”
--- >Gifted from sight[/I]
It was shortly after the boys fifteenth birthday. About a month or two, his father was killed. That second job, well it seemed to entitle that he bring the ‘goods’ to the spot at that time, or there was going to be a price. It wasn’t a shock to Joshua, or the community at all. Drug dealers, and their lackeys died every other day. It was nothing new, it was actually to be expected. Joshua accepted his fathers death at first. But time ate away. He became more, and more emotional about whether or not he could bring himself to truly accept his fathers death, or his mothers death.
It was the last day of his junior year, the sixteen year old football star decided he wanted to walk home. It was breezy, nice day. But, so did a few of the neighborhood gangsters. They really didn’t know who they were going to have to deal with when they made the mistake to threaten this young man. And talk about his father, and his mother. They made crude comments, some that were so nasty that they couldn’t be remembered by the young man. Whatever they were, they made the Air user so ticked, so pissed, he discovered of his abilities then and there. The raw emotion fueling his gift, It was rather sad. After the young man caused the other men to fly so far back they hit an incoming train, he blacked out. When he awoke, he thought it was a dream. But it wasn’t. He watched the news the next morning. ‘Three men fell from the sky, and was hit by a train.’ That’s all he saw, that’s all he needed to see. This was the beginning, of something entirely new.
--- >Following the Wind
Well, it was time for the young man to become a man. To move on with his life, to try something new. And it just so happened he would soon be given that opportunity. How, it was beyond the young man, but this school is St. Louis seemed to find him. Heard of his abilities, saw videos that to normal people wouldn’t mean a thing, but to them could be credible evidence that he was one of them. Well, despite his other families advice, or ignorance, Joshua took the offer. Even if it meant moving away, and becoming someone new. It could give him a chance to start over. And move on.
After moving to St. Louis, Joshua moved into one of the dorms that were offered, and his new life, in this new world. It was a new wind.[/blockquote]
;;_totally out of CHARACTER
real name;; Josh
age;; 18
rp skill;; Advanced
rping length;; about six years
read the power guideline;; Fruitcake
where did you find us;; Ris
rp sample;; Me as Ulquiorra
[green]Greed. Lust. pride. Envy. Sloth. Wrath. Gluttony.
So many things that can kill a man. So many things that can dive into the very depths of ones soul, pulling out the very core of their being, crushing it, molding it, decaying it to what they wish it to be. So much fear, and so much power, yet, not a single "man" will do anything about it. So many men claim their dominance, and yet, they fall before the very essence of what a man must over come. So many fake fears, so many real tortured beings in this world. yet, not a single "man" will do anything about it. Not a single human will give their selfs to the greater good, to achieve the one peace that every single being in the three dimensions truly want. An ever lasting peace. Hollows. They are the souls taken over by the "seven deadly sins". they are the beings that thought they could crumble over and toss aside the very soul they were so gracefully given. They lost the trust and the will to go on. Why? Were they stubborn? Did they regret the graces of the lives they were given? Did they corrupt others, their souls blackened within the flows of time? Or were they wrongfully stripped of that soul from the others that gave it up? No one but them knows this, no one can handle this, no one, but the beings of the after life that survived the torture of death.
Shinigami. Beings that did not give in, beings that beat the road block known as death, the beings that went on to live a rich life. The beings that would give their lives over again to protect the humans that have yet to earn that life. Yes, shinigami. The "Gods" that are granted power beyond belief. Yet, are they all granted this rich paradise of a life? What of the ones that wanted more power? ? Or maybe the ones that weren't given the choice, stripped for a second time at living? Are they Hollow, or are they more. More...More power...More reason to live...More reason for revenge. Vizard. The entity's of the after life that sit on the fence of hollow and shinigami. The beings that neither gave in to the temptations, nor aspired to prevent such a tedious and wrongful life. No, they were the higher ups, they were the real gods. They held the power to crumble a nation, or hide beneath their wake, living a real peaceful life. They were the direct opposite, the negative, or maybe the positive, of another race. They second, no, the most powerful beings in the three worlds.
Arrancar. The hollow equivalent to vizard. hollow's that removed their mask. Or, had them removed. They were humanoid, but, they still held remnants, memories of their past life as soulless monsters that ate at everything until they were more powerful. How the power that they held rivaled all. One such being, his name well known among the ranks of arrancar. Ulquiorra schiffer, or otherwise known as, the cuatra Espada. Walking down the white hallways, he heard a soft voice reciting very old poetry. Just the fact that one knew of it, meant they had some sort of knowledge behind them. His loose pants bouncing as his steps echoed through the bleached halls, his cold voice ringing out just enough for the young arrancar to hear him. this was the fourth. His presence was more than likely already noticed, it would be hard to not feel his reietsu.[/green]
"Tesla was it? Why are you not with Nnoitora?"
character adoption;; Yes.
;;_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, not this one.
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