Post by Milli on Jul 28, 2007 5:43:54 GMT -5
Full Name: Nuclearea Detonien
Nick Name: Clara
Alias: Alicara Gimack
Other Titles: (to be added)
Site: Subeta.org
Gender: Female
Age: young adult (over eighteen- or so she says)
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115lb
Species: Nuclear Kanis
Roleplay Style: anthro, or quad (if you REALLY want)
Hair Color: black with green tips
Fur/Skin Color: black
Eye Color: glassy white
Signature Markings: the code bar numbers under her left eye
Accessories: her goggles. even if she doesn't need um they're all ways on her head.
Personality Traits: Quiet all ways doing calculations. being that she is capable of thinking over twenty different thought tracks at once her comments can tend to sound very random, mind you there is always a reason behind each thought that is perfectly plausible. she can some times act very bubbly and happy. mind you, is she gets too exhausted mentally or physically her body automatically goes on a negative streak of twisted humor and violent actions. (look into her history to find out why.)
Abilities: because of the incidents of her past involving child experimentations she s capable of a thought process more complex then a master computer. and if applied properly she is unnaturally agile.
Flaws: becoming exhausted, which can result in such a violent personality that she may even black out and go on a killing spree.
Occupation: stock keeper
Trademark: toxic triangle
Theme Song:
Quote: "I never know what I might miss when I close my eyes."
Status: Single
Crush: none
Extras: Dr.K. Dentonien(clara's father), had injected her when she was very young with his new 'creation'. His beliefs at the time being that this new creation would give him an incredibly agile and quick minded child. And hopefully injecting her so young would insure stabilization into her system and a new type of harmony in her blood creating a sort of 'super being'. Unfortunately, after realizing her mood swings were getting continuously worse he made a vaccine to slow and partially nullify the injection.About five years later he tried again, this time on himself. leaving him nothing but a blind, painful death.Clara was then taken to an orphanage, being that she had no immediate, living, family.her hair had grown black, but as it reached a certain length and the tips began to fade color the black hair began fading to a rather bright green and her glassy, almost pure white eyes had been as such since her father injected her with his so called 'vaccine' (that was also the cause of his 'blind death'). Eventually she was adopted by a couple. Mrs and MR DR. Raely. every Monday, after school, she'd come home mammy Raely would take a blood sample from her arm. Papa Raely would give her her standard health shake that she took every day after school, then she would go to the living room to do homework. it wasn't until the tenth grade that she was taken out of school. her parents had decided that a seven year old should not have to be exposed to so much idiocy. But that was when she started to notice how many more tests they'd been doing on her, mostly puzzles, reading, and articulation. But the days were getting longer and sleep was coming less often to her. Her mind was always working, too busy to rest. and it was in her fourth night of no sleep that she finally snapped. her memories before waking up in the middle the street across from the orphanage were very few, all she truly could remember was the voice of papa Raely, quivering and coughing, "you were not the first to go wrong for us... but it seems you will be the last" he said between wheezy gasps of air and coughs, "you were doing so well..." ad then there would be nothing but the sudden pain pulsing under her left eye... after being taken back into the orphanage, she finally got her fist look at the bar code numbers tattooed..almost stamped onto her face. the orphanage immediately put her on sleeping laxatives that kept her from tissy-fitting. the murders of her new family and her survival had only brought questions. but none accusing the little eight year old, who'd some how managed to get to her only known safe haven nearly twenty miles away from her home. shaken and crying rivers of confusion and fear. The poor dear had now lost two families, and every time she came back to the orphanage she seemed to have more wrong with her. When she was about fifteen she ran away from the orphanage, hitchhiking nearly 57 miles until she came to a city where she immediately found work at a four star restraint, which she used to get an apartment. she was finally comfortably situated at about sixteen 1/2.finding little fix-it jobs here and there around the complex, and even some tutoring jobs with some of the neighboring kids. She was always on time with the rent, and seemed to always have way too much money. of course in secret, for the past your she'd become very familiar with stocks. how much money she really had was rather unknown to even her, but to put it simply. if she had another 'slip up' moving would be very manageable.
Photo Identification:
Nick Name: Clara
Alias: Alicara Gimack
Other Titles: (to be added)
Site: Subeta.org
Gender: Female
Age: young adult (over eighteen- or so she says)
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115lb
Species: Nuclear Kanis
Roleplay Style: anthro, or quad (if you REALLY want)
Hair Color: black with green tips
Fur/Skin Color: black
Eye Color: glassy white
Signature Markings: the code bar numbers under her left eye
Accessories: her goggles. even if she doesn't need um they're all ways on her head.
Personality Traits: Quiet all ways doing calculations. being that she is capable of thinking over twenty different thought tracks at once her comments can tend to sound very random, mind you there is always a reason behind each thought that is perfectly plausible. she can some times act very bubbly and happy. mind you, is she gets too exhausted mentally or physically her body automatically goes on a negative streak of twisted humor and violent actions. (look into her history to find out why.)
Abilities: because of the incidents of her past involving child experimentations she s capable of a thought process more complex then a master computer. and if applied properly she is unnaturally agile.
Flaws: becoming exhausted, which can result in such a violent personality that she may even black out and go on a killing spree.
Occupation: stock keeper
Trademark: toxic triangle
Theme Song:
Quote: "I never know what I might miss when I close my eyes."
Status: Single
Crush: none
Extras: Dr.K. Dentonien(clara's father), had injected her when she was very young with his new 'creation'. His beliefs at the time being that this new creation would give him an incredibly agile and quick minded child. And hopefully injecting her so young would insure stabilization into her system and a new type of harmony in her blood creating a sort of 'super being'. Unfortunately, after realizing her mood swings were getting continuously worse he made a vaccine to slow and partially nullify the injection.About five years later he tried again, this time on himself. leaving him nothing but a blind, painful death.Clara was then taken to an orphanage, being that she had no immediate, living, family.her hair had grown black, but as it reached a certain length and the tips began to fade color the black hair began fading to a rather bright green and her glassy, almost pure white eyes had been as such since her father injected her with his so called 'vaccine' (that was also the cause of his 'blind death'). Eventually she was adopted by a couple. Mrs and MR DR. Raely. every Monday, after school, she'd come home mammy Raely would take a blood sample from her arm. Papa Raely would give her her standard health shake that she took every day after school, then she would go to the living room to do homework. it wasn't until the tenth grade that she was taken out of school. her parents had decided that a seven year old should not have to be exposed to so much idiocy. But that was when she started to notice how many more tests they'd been doing on her, mostly puzzles, reading, and articulation. But the days were getting longer and sleep was coming less often to her. Her mind was always working, too busy to rest. and it was in her fourth night of no sleep that she finally snapped. her memories before waking up in the middle the street across from the orphanage were very few, all she truly could remember was the voice of papa Raely, quivering and coughing, "you were not the first to go wrong for us... but it seems you will be the last" he said between wheezy gasps of air and coughs, "you were doing so well..." ad then there would be nothing but the sudden pain pulsing under her left eye... after being taken back into the orphanage, she finally got her fist look at the bar code numbers tattooed..almost stamped onto her face. the orphanage immediately put her on sleeping laxatives that kept her from tissy-fitting. the murders of her new family and her survival had only brought questions. but none accusing the little eight year old, who'd some how managed to get to her only known safe haven nearly twenty miles away from her home. shaken and crying rivers of confusion and fear. The poor dear had now lost two families, and every time she came back to the orphanage she seemed to have more wrong with her. When she was about fifteen she ran away from the orphanage, hitchhiking nearly 57 miles until she came to a city where she immediately found work at a four star restraint, which she used to get an apartment. she was finally comfortably situated at about sixteen 1/2.finding little fix-it jobs here and there around the complex, and even some tutoring jobs with some of the neighboring kids. She was always on time with the rent, and seemed to always have way too much money. of course in secret, for the past your she'd become very familiar with stocks. how much money she really had was rather unknown to even her, but to put it simply. if she had another 'slip up' moving would be very manageable.
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