Post by Zephyr on May 24, 2010 12:16:13 GMT -5
OOC
Your name: Paulie
Username: Zephyr
How long have you been roleplaying? Many years
Contact Info: PM, E-mail
First off...
My name is Siwa Camilla Wiater
I am 22 years old
I am a lady
I like dudes, of course
I roll with the Runners
My job is to transport sensitive information from one location to another. I also kick some CPF ass once in a while, if the situation calls for it.
In the mirror, I see...
In my blood, there is Polish/Russian/Swedish
My eyes are Gray-blue
My hair is Medium blonde, long (two inches below shoulder length), usually in a ponytail.
I am 5'7", 144 lbs
I have ink on my face, my left eye (which would be your right) has a mark that looks like tribal thorns crawling out from my eye. Also, on my wrist, there is a blocky city-tattoo like most runners have, only this is more spaced-out and sort of ambiguious.
I've also got other marks, like the long scar that runs from my left shoulder to the small of my back, and the little scar than never healed right on my left knee. It's kind of noticeable. I have a dark birthmark on the back of my neck. It's in no particular shape, but you might be able to see something like a squished strawberry with enough imagination.
I usually wear for work, a tank top, spaghetti strap top, or a sleeveless top (usually one that was once a t-shirt, but I cut off the sleeves). I like to wear close-fitting shorts when I run, like bike shorts, often in black. When I'm not at work and I'm out painting the town red, I like to wear things that allow me to look fashionable and still be able to run for my life at the same time. I never wear dresses, and my clothes are usually something like a printed tank top, skinny jeans and gladiator sandals.
This is my bling; a hemp choker with multicolored beads. It is the only thing I ever wear. Ever.
If you like, you can see my pics: here
I act like...
My good side looks like a pacifist. I try not to get on people's bad sides, and don't let anyone get on mine. I'm generally fun and outgoing--I don't mind saying "good-day" to the common stranger. I love making new friends, because you can never have enough friends. Looking for the good things in life is one of my favorite pasttimes--enjoying the small things is my absolute favorite. Even though we live in this crazy and government-controlled world, we still have our lives, and that should be enough to get us through to another day.
My bad side looks like a shut-off emo kid. If I'm in a bad mood, you must be super special to cheer me up. When I get into these moods, I'll just go off on my own and vent on a piece of paper or something and then throw it away. Time usually does good for my anger. Just leave me alone for a while, and when I come back I'll act like nothing happened. You don't usually see the bad side of me.
My friends say I am cordial, outgoing, and very likeable. You must be some kind of bad guy to hate me.
I like flowers, the sky, running, the sun's warmth, puppies, sweet treats, healthy food (like tomatoes).
I dislike greasy hair, pushy/bossy people, just sitting around, overexerting myself, shoe shopping, gossip.
I am really scared of Falling off of a building/not making a jump (but that doesn't stop me from jumping), creepy crawlers on my body, major surgery.
When people first meet me, they usually think that I'm a total tomboy. How many traceuses do you see out there? On top of that, I'm not really girly, but my job kind of makes it so that I can't be girly.
I really like other people who are insert traits that your character is romantically attracted to. This doesn't have to be just personality traits--physical appearance goes as well.
I respect traits that create a sense of respect for your character.
My past looks like...
My family is Cibor Wiater (father, Police force), Elena Wiater (mother, unaware), Eric Wiater (younger brother, unaware), Johanna Wiater (older sister, whearabouts unknown), Yu Bai (mentor, ex-runner)
In the beginning, I was born to a polish/swedish man and russian woman, the second of three children.I have always lived in this city, and was only very young when the changes came. My parents had no idea about the changes, so far as I knew. Or they just ignored them. But Johanna, my sister, was different. She didn't like the way that the city was just going to take over our lives--so, she protested. She wasn't allowed to take me and my brother on the marches, as much as she wanted to. But they were dangerous--it was better that we didn't go. Then one day, she left for a protest march, and never came back. There wasn't a body to identify, so they couldn't pronounce her dead. I had to live my life without her, and become the idol my younger brother needed.
My parents lived in grief everyday that she was gone. I hated the way they lived so lifelessly, just went through the motions of life, every smile looked fake, every laugh forced. I couldn't stand it, so after school one day, I just stayed on the roof of our apartment until it was dark or dinnertime. That was when I met Yu.
Sitting on my rooftop, I watched the city lights twinkle on in the sunset, and then I heard feet slapping concrete. I looked around and saw a young man, maybe an older teen or young adult, I wasn't sure, running towards me at top speed. I remember being confused and a little scared--his face was intense. So I jumped out of the way and cowered in a pathetic excuse for a fetal position. He just kept running, and didn't look back. I looked up and watched him go, running across rooftops, jumping from one A/C unit to another. I thought to myself, that looks like fun. But I never expected to see him again.
The next day, out on that roof, I did see him again. He came to the roof, climbing via waterpipes. He talked alot and smiled alot. His smiles were real--he enjoyed himself. He talked to me about just about everything, especially my family. I told him that my sister was gone and my parents were sad and it made me sad. He asked me if I wanted to run like he did. I told him I did.
From that day on, in all of my spare time, Yu trained me in the art of Parkour. Years went by. I moved out of the house and got my own place. Yu got old enough to the point that running became dangerous for him--he ended up retiring and finding jobs for me and other runners--all of them friends of mine. Still, to this day, I wonder where my sister could be. I'm sure she's not dead.
Lights, camera...
