Post by Reira on May 25, 2008 23:50:24 GMT -8
Name: Reira (Marino) DeMorvick
Age: 15
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 100lbs
Blood Type: AB
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Cerulean
Hair: Pink (Naturally brown)
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Drawing sketches, reading urban fantasy books and manga, writing, doing elaborate make-up, making new clothes for herself, soccer, communicating with spirits, video games
Talents: Drawing, doing make-up, talking to the dead, designing her own clothing, has a rather lovely singing voice
Favorite things: Hello Kitty, leather boots, vintage, Vivienne Westwood, piercings, music.
Mental Information
Personality: Reira may look like a tough punkish whatever you want to call it, but she has a kind heart and is a devoted friend. She can become dark and possessive over her friends, if they ever manage to stick around with her that long to even call it a friendship. Reira can have a bit of a temper and is extremely stubborn. Once she sets her mind on something, nothing will change it. She can be quite blunt and down to the point. Reira can be out-going, and is a bit of an idealistic. She is loyal, compassionate, and usually stays reserved to herself, unless approached first.
Mentality: Flamboyant
Ideal: "To walk with pride, knowing who I am, what I want, and how to get it."
Belief: Confused about that..
Physical Information
Build: Fit, toned muscle
Head: Pale skin, with a great complexion. Cerulean eyes, with vibrant eye make-up. Right eyebrow piercing, lower left lip piercing, and three piercing on each ear. The bottom piercings on her ears are gauges. Brown hair, that is constantly being dyed pink and nicely arched eyebrows.
Torso: Toned stomach.
Arms: Merely, toned.
Legs: Muscular legs from soccer. Has a tattoo of three stars going down her calf vertically, changing in size from small to large.
Feet: Size 7 womens.
(When her hair is brown)
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Wears all kinds of things such as headbands, barrettes, top hats, toques, etc..basically what ever will go good with her outfit.
Shirts: Band tees, vintage, sweater vests, classy shirts, sweaters with repeating designs and sweaters with cat ears on the hoods.
Pants: Absolutely no jeans. Loves mini skirts, or short shorts, leggings, knee high socks.
Shoes: Leather boots, flats, converse
Misc: Always has, rings on her middle three fingers, some form of necklace, a wristwatch, and studded belts.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: None as of yet
Years Practiced: n/a
History Information
History: So you wanna know my history huh? Well I guess I can tell you a little bit about myself. There is nothing better to do anyway. You probably already know my name is Reira M. DeMorvick. I never ever say Marino. Why? Because I hate my mother. I'll get to the reasons behind that in a bit. Anyways, let's start from the beginning shall we?
Samara Marino. Yeah that's my mom...unfortunately. She used to attend 253 when she was younger, around the age I am now. She didn't stay there long, apparently she was in some love triangle with these two pompous assed guys. She told me all about them. One was Luke, and the other I believe was Matrim. Turns out she ended up being with Luke, he was a musician, just like my father. Anyways, my mom had to cut it off with Luke because my dumb ass great uncle Rias, found out where my mom's family was hiding, and decided to pay them a little visit. So naturally, my mom had to leave the states, where her, Demetri, and her family fled to Paris, but not after a brutal confrontation with Rias' men...but I don't want to get into that. Eventually, Rias gave up on them. I think he must've got busted or something. Good, the dude was a jerk anyway.
I think my mother finally had the chance of a normal life when she moved to Paris. Demetri was always with her, usually for emotional support. She was a wreck, I must say...kept saying something about how she hopes Luke is doing fine and how he has a venetian ring of hers. Sorry, I'm getting a little bit off topic. As my mother got older, she was no longer a girl, but a woman. It was in Paris, the city of love, that my mother met my father, Francis DeMorvick.
My dad was an exceptional bass player! He was in a band, that was quickly rising in fame. Looks like my mom has a thing for musicians eh. After some years of dating, my parents got married, then they had me. Joy. I guess you could say we were a happy little family. A strange one, mind you, but a happy one. But we all know that happiness doesn't last forever.
My childhood was in Paris, obviously. I grew up like any old kid. Demetri was like and Uncle to me. He would always tell me stories about the good old mafia days. My mom would tell me stories about her 253 days, but the stories that really stuck with me, were the ones my father told me. The band days! I loved his band. They were so cool. I think thats where I got a lot of my style from. I was always much closer to my father then my mother. My mother loved me, I know, but she always seemed distant. And as the days grew on, thats exactly what she did, she grew distant. It was so strange. Because she did that, the happy little family, wasn't so happy anymore. There were arguments every night, about the dumbest little things. She always accused my father of cheating on her, but he never would. I think she cheated on him a couple of times! Things kept getting worse, and worse, until one day, she left! Gone, disappeared!
I was abandoned. I can't believe she left me like that! Gave up, so easily! I know she always called herself an ugly person on the inside! But come on woman! If you have a kid, you need to suck it up and deal with the responsibility. If times get hard you can't just leave all your troubles behind. Feh. That's what she was good at though. That's why I resent her. She left me when I was ten, and I never once missed her. I only need my father and myself. And get this, once my mother left, I never saw Demetri again either! Fancy that!
A year or two after my mother's strange disappearance, my dad and I decided to move to Japan. It was really random actually. We just got bored of Paris, it held to many bitter memories. So he asked me where I wanted to move to. I really liked anime and manga so I answered Japan. Hell why not? And that's where I am now, in Japan. It's a lovely little place. I like everything about it. Can't say I like the school though. Ugh the school. At least they have a lot of fashion sense here! I'm hoping this shall be a nice little chapter in my life.
Oh right... I guess you would want to know why exactly I'm at this prison like school. Well it's simple. I got caught shop lifting and it wasn't the first time either. So it was either come to this school, or go to prison. Yeah not the proudest moment in my life, but whatev...I just hope my dad will forgive me...
Living Status Information
Type of resident: Assigned Dorm
Roommates: None (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Stats:
Str- 10
Dex- 20
Con- 15
Int- 15
Wis- 20
Cha- 10
Qi Power
Name: Paranormal Communication, Sight, and Touch
Description: Ever since she was a little child, Reira was prone to seeing ghosts, or so she thought they were ghosts. Spirits is the better name for it. Then they started talking to her. Asking for favors, or to just simply talk. This doesn't happen often, only if the spirit/entity takes interest in her. She knows there is one approaching her when she gets chills and can see her breath in a perfectly normal room.
Beginner: Spiritual Communication = Ability to speak, feel, and hear beings from beyond the grave
Requirements: Freshman
Novice: Levitation = Is well..levitation from spiritual energies. Think of how spirits are able to move things across the room.
Requirements: Sophomore
Pro: 'Force Push' = Using spiritual energies, Reira has to look at her target, and it will throw them back 10ft.
Requirements: Junior
Advanced: Spiritual Aid = Instead of just communicating with the spirits she can actually call one from the afterlife to help her out in certain tasks.
Requirements: Senior
Master: Astrael Projection = The ability to project her soul from her body in a tangible state on the physical plane. Her real body will remain vulnerable and unconscious in doing so.
Requirements: Senior College
Age: 15
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 100lbs
Blood Type: AB
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Cerulean
Hair: Pink (Naturally brown)
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Drawing sketches, reading urban fantasy books and manga, writing, doing elaborate make-up, making new clothes for herself, soccer, communicating with spirits, video games
Talents: Drawing, doing make-up, talking to the dead, designing her own clothing, has a rather lovely singing voice
Favorite things: Hello Kitty, leather boots, vintage, Vivienne Westwood, piercings, music.
Mental Information
Personality: Reira may look like a tough punkish whatever you want to call it, but she has a kind heart and is a devoted friend. She can become dark and possessive over her friends, if they ever manage to stick around with her that long to even call it a friendship. Reira can have a bit of a temper and is extremely stubborn. Once she sets her mind on something, nothing will change it. She can be quite blunt and down to the point. Reira can be out-going, and is a bit of an idealistic. She is loyal, compassionate, and usually stays reserved to herself, unless approached first.
Mentality: Flamboyant
Ideal: "To walk with pride, knowing who I am, what I want, and how to get it."
Belief: Confused about that..
Physical Information
Build: Fit, toned muscle
Head: Pale skin, with a great complexion. Cerulean eyes, with vibrant eye make-up. Right eyebrow piercing, lower left lip piercing, and three piercing on each ear. The bottom piercings on her ears are gauges. Brown hair, that is constantly being dyed pink and nicely arched eyebrows.
Torso: Toned stomach.
Arms: Merely, toned.
Legs: Muscular legs from soccer. Has a tattoo of three stars going down her calf vertically, changing in size from small to large.
Feet: Size 7 womens.
(When her hair is brown)Apparel Information
Head Gear: Wears all kinds of things such as headbands, barrettes, top hats, toques, etc..basically what ever will go good with her outfit.
Shirts: Band tees, vintage, sweater vests, classy shirts, sweaters with repeating designs and sweaters with cat ears on the hoods.
Pants: Absolutely no jeans. Loves mini skirts, or short shorts, leggings, knee high socks.
Shoes: Leather boots, flats, converse
Misc: Always has, rings on her middle three fingers, some form of necklace, a wristwatch, and studded belts.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: None as of yet
Years Practiced: n/a
History Information
History: So you wanna know my history huh? Well I guess I can tell you a little bit about myself. There is nothing better to do anyway. You probably already know my name is Reira M. DeMorvick. I never ever say Marino. Why? Because I hate my mother. I'll get to the reasons behind that in a bit. Anyways, let's start from the beginning shall we?
Samara Marino. Yeah that's my mom...unfortunately. She used to attend 253 when she was younger, around the age I am now. She didn't stay there long, apparently she was in some love triangle with these two pompous assed guys. She told me all about them. One was Luke, and the other I believe was Matrim. Turns out she ended up being with Luke, he was a musician, just like my father. Anyways, my mom had to cut it off with Luke because my dumb ass great uncle Rias, found out where my mom's family was hiding, and decided to pay them a little visit. So naturally, my mom had to leave the states, where her, Demetri, and her family fled to Paris, but not after a brutal confrontation with Rias' men...but I don't want to get into that. Eventually, Rias gave up on them. I think he must've got busted or something. Good, the dude was a jerk anyway.
I think my mother finally had the chance of a normal life when she moved to Paris. Demetri was always with her, usually for emotional support. She was a wreck, I must say...kept saying something about how she hopes Luke is doing fine and how he has a venetian ring of hers. Sorry, I'm getting a little bit off topic. As my mother got older, she was no longer a girl, but a woman. It was in Paris, the city of love, that my mother met my father, Francis DeMorvick.
My dad was an exceptional bass player! He was in a band, that was quickly rising in fame. Looks like my mom has a thing for musicians eh. After some years of dating, my parents got married, then they had me. Joy. I guess you could say we were a happy little family. A strange one, mind you, but a happy one. But we all know that happiness doesn't last forever.
My childhood was in Paris, obviously. I grew up like any old kid. Demetri was like and Uncle to me. He would always tell me stories about the good old mafia days. My mom would tell me stories about her 253 days, but the stories that really stuck with me, were the ones my father told me. The band days! I loved his band. They were so cool. I think thats where I got a lot of my style from. I was always much closer to my father then my mother. My mother loved me, I know, but she always seemed distant. And as the days grew on, thats exactly what she did, she grew distant. It was so strange. Because she did that, the happy little family, wasn't so happy anymore. There were arguments every night, about the dumbest little things. She always accused my father of cheating on her, but he never would. I think she cheated on him a couple of times! Things kept getting worse, and worse, until one day, she left! Gone, disappeared!
I was abandoned. I can't believe she left me like that! Gave up, so easily! I know she always called herself an ugly person on the inside! But come on woman! If you have a kid, you need to suck it up and deal with the responsibility. If times get hard you can't just leave all your troubles behind. Feh. That's what she was good at though. That's why I resent her. She left me when I was ten, and I never once missed her. I only need my father and myself. And get this, once my mother left, I never saw Demetri again either! Fancy that!
A year or two after my mother's strange disappearance, my dad and I decided to move to Japan. It was really random actually. We just got bored of Paris, it held to many bitter memories. So he asked me where I wanted to move to. I really liked anime and manga so I answered Japan. Hell why not? And that's where I am now, in Japan. It's a lovely little place. I like everything about it. Can't say I like the school though. Ugh the school. At least they have a lot of fashion sense here! I'm hoping this shall be a nice little chapter in my life.
Oh right... I guess you would want to know why exactly I'm at this prison like school. Well it's simple. I got caught shop lifting and it wasn't the first time either. So it was either come to this school, or go to prison. Yeah not the proudest moment in my life, but whatev...I just hope my dad will forgive me...
Living Status Information
Type of resident: Assigned Dorm
Roommates: None (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Stats:
Str- 10
Dex- 20
Con- 15
Int- 15
Wis- 20
Cha- 10
Qi Power
Name: Paranormal Communication, Sight, and Touch
Description: Ever since she was a little child, Reira was prone to seeing ghosts, or so she thought they were ghosts. Spirits is the better name for it. Then they started talking to her. Asking for favors, or to just simply talk. This doesn't happen often, only if the spirit/entity takes interest in her. She knows there is one approaching her when she gets chills and can see her breath in a perfectly normal room.
Beginner: Spiritual Communication = Ability to speak, feel, and hear beings from beyond the grave
Requirements: Freshman
Novice: Levitation = Is well..levitation from spiritual energies. Think of how spirits are able to move things across the room.
Requirements: Sophomore
Pro: 'Force Push' = Using spiritual energies, Reira has to look at her target, and it will throw them back 10ft.
Requirements: Junior
Advanced: Spiritual Aid = Instead of just communicating with the spirits she can actually call one from the afterlife to help her out in certain tasks.
Requirements: Senior
Master: Astrael Projection = The ability to project her soul from her body in a tangible state on the physical plane. Her real body will remain vulnerable and unconscious in doing so.
Requirements: Senior College
