Post by Sense on Jun 25, 2006 1:46:47 GMT -5
Name: Kiara Willis
Alias: Sense
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Side: Neutral undecided but will be swayed easily.
Appearance:
Usually wears extravagant clothing when out of costume.
Height 5'11"
Weight 125Ibs
Eye Colour Blue
Hair Colour Blonde
Mutation/Powers: Temporal Sense Loss- She blasts an enemy with what looks like a heat wave (but isn't) and this wave can take away the senses she wants to take away for example she could take away sight,hearing,taste,smell and touch but this power is only Temporal and only lasts for about 5 posts.
Extreme Senses- She can enhance her own senses so that she can hear things from far away, see things that are far away this power has been known to let her see through things, smell somone and follow their scent.
History/Background:
Kiara was born into a family of human killers called Humanities Doom, her parents were prolific killers and she was expected to continue their legacy. She was trained for most of her life in the way of the assassin and her powers were extremely good as she could blind the humans, or make them not hear her, she first killed a human at fourteen and became a high ranking member at eighteen. In the end she went solo because of the expectancy to follow in her parents footsteps.
She killed many important people in her solo career including government officials, army officers and tons of over humans, she did become better than her parents had ever been.
Her solo career was highly successful but she was constantly hunted by the police, she then heard of the supehuman registration act and has not decided on a side though she wil attempt to kill anyone who gets in her way, she is also an assassin so give her a call.
Sample Post:
(from another roleplay)
Kiara thrashed and turned, sweat dripping rapidly down her face, dampening her skin, she lets out a high piercing scream and woke from the ever-haunting nightmare, breathing heavily tears roll down her face mixing with the sweat, leaning against the wall she sits there crying rhythmically banging her head against the wall. Pushing the sheet off of her she stumbles out of bed twisting her ankle on the way to the bathroom.
She turns on the light looking in the mirror, she glares at the reflection. Raising her hand she punches once, twice, again and again till the mirror is just a mere frame, blood seeps from her wounds as she slumps to the floor.
I hate you Kiara, I hate you she thinks to herself, all this time with them and they don’t know about your treachery to your kind, you were brainwashed she thought, no, no, no, I could have fought it, you were to weak to fight it, No Tristans dead because of my plan, Them witches and the rest of the team that helped me back then, I am the murderer. Her mind was in turmoil was she this mighty witch or was she a mere murderer of her own kind.
Kiara got to her feet moving the remains of the mirror out of the way, she walked back into the bedroom sitting on the bed, staring at her Tristan, her husband, her lover and the one she used to confide in. Kissing the picture gently she got back into her bed ready to fall into that same nightmare again, blood from her hands mixed in with the sweat and the tears, this is my life she though blood, sweat and tears.
Alias: Sense
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Side: Neutral undecided but will be swayed easily.
Appearance:
Usually wears extravagant clothing when out of costume.
Height 5'11"
Weight 125Ibs
Eye Colour Blue
Hair Colour Blonde
Mutation/Powers: Temporal Sense Loss- She blasts an enemy with what looks like a heat wave (but isn't) and this wave can take away the senses she wants to take away for example she could take away sight,hearing,taste,smell and touch but this power is only Temporal and only lasts for about 5 posts.
Extreme Senses- She can enhance her own senses so that she can hear things from far away, see things that are far away this power has been known to let her see through things, smell somone and follow their scent.
History/Background:
Kiara was born into a family of human killers called Humanities Doom, her parents were prolific killers and she was expected to continue their legacy. She was trained for most of her life in the way of the assassin and her powers were extremely good as she could blind the humans, or make them not hear her, she first killed a human at fourteen and became a high ranking member at eighteen. In the end she went solo because of the expectancy to follow in her parents footsteps.
She killed many important people in her solo career including government officials, army officers and tons of over humans, she did become better than her parents had ever been.
Her solo career was highly successful but she was constantly hunted by the police, she then heard of the supehuman registration act and has not decided on a side though she wil attempt to kill anyone who gets in her way, she is also an assassin so give her a call.
Sample Post:
(from another roleplay)
Kiara thrashed and turned, sweat dripping rapidly down her face, dampening her skin, she lets out a high piercing scream and woke from the ever-haunting nightmare, breathing heavily tears roll down her face mixing with the sweat, leaning against the wall she sits there crying rhythmically banging her head against the wall. Pushing the sheet off of her she stumbles out of bed twisting her ankle on the way to the bathroom.
She turns on the light looking in the mirror, she glares at the reflection. Raising her hand she punches once, twice, again and again till the mirror is just a mere frame, blood seeps from her wounds as she slumps to the floor.
I hate you Kiara, I hate you she thinks to herself, all this time with them and they don’t know about your treachery to your kind, you were brainwashed she thought, no, no, no, I could have fought it, you were to weak to fight it, No Tristans dead because of my plan, Them witches and the rest of the team that helped me back then, I am the murderer. Her mind was in turmoil was she this mighty witch or was she a mere murderer of her own kind.
Kiara got to her feet moving the remains of the mirror out of the way, she walked back into the bedroom sitting on the bed, staring at her Tristan, her husband, her lover and the one she used to confide in. Kissing the picture gently she got back into her bed ready to fall into that same nightmare again, blood from her hands mixed in with the sweat and the tears, this is my life she though blood, sweat and tears.
