@GingerBoi123 It's fine, the thread will still be here.
@Mr_pink No it does not need to cover the face. Also, I would need another photo that is too anime and/or cartoon. I thought you were going for a more realistic portrait. ^^ Thank you in advance.
Name: Azah Faizan Age: 18 Height 5 foot 6 Weight: 8 stone Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Light brown Mask: A Colombina eye mask. The mask is trimmed with a gold material and splits down the nose with one side being black and the other being red. Occupation/Status: Baker's apprentice Strengths: -Knows the basics on how to defend herself -Nimble -Knows quite a bit of sleight of hand -Good at bartering Weakness: -Overconfident in most things -Has trouble assimilating into the Oberon culture -Gets herself into big trouble for small things quite often Relationship: Expected to be engaged. Personality: Azah is very outgoing and confident, which can often get her into trouble or end up with her saying something she would later regret more often than not. Because of her past, Azah has trouble adapting to the oppressive Oberonian culture, and will often act out of place because of this trouble. She is also a massive creature of habit, finding it troublesome to stop any routines she puts herself in. An example of a habit she has is that she often bites her fingernails when nervous. Bio: Azah was born in a land outside of Oberon, over a vast sea and an even more vast desert. The place she grew up in was far different from Oberon, rather than a king it had a system similar to that of the Boule in ancient Greece. Women also had many more rights, and were almost equal to men in terms of law and whatnot. The land's name was, Ayat.
Ayat was discovered by Oberon around 10 years before, Azah was born. This was when her father met her mother. It was practically a tale from a children's story book, young dashing thief meets the wealthy daughter of a ship captain and they fall in love almost immediately. Azah never believed a word of it, and she was right to. What really happened was that her mother thought her father was an idiot, but he pursued her long enough to eventually sway her into giving him a chance and things just sprouted from there.
Azah was born in Ayat during a sandstorm. It was during this storm that her mother realized her desire to return to Oberon and shortly after Azah's birth she forced her father to make plans to take them back. Azah's father, none the wiser about the laws and whatnot in Oberon was more than happy to come, thinking that they would be living in wealth with his wife's father. He was, of course, wrong. Her father wasn't actually as wealthy as he had thought, and could only afford to help buy them a house, albeit a rather large one.
They raised, Azah in that house, both getting jobs as were appropriate. Her father often snuck out to do his old thieving though, a bad habit he couldn't stop even if he tried. His habit came in handy though, it helped him teach, Azah how to defend herself and how to do a bit of sleight of hand at the same time.
Azah's life growing up was mostly bland and boring. Her mother did her best to teach her about the world and give her somewhat of an education, but it seemed to be in vain. Azah snuck out to go play by the riverbed most of the time and to be frank, her mother wasn't the best teacher.
Azah was practically forced into work at the age of 14, and became a baker's apprentice. Although she would have liked to do something more exciting like sailing or becoming a knight her parents both explained that it was impossible for a woman to do such things in Oberon. That was when Azah became determined to start a change.
Secret ID: Vesta 'Ves' Petrakis Alias: Argonaut Age: 18 Home Location: Themyscria, althought she is currently situated in Metropolis. Powers: -Enhanced aspects of the human body -Flight -Healing factor Weaknesses: -Naivety -Piercing weapons hurt her more than any other kind. Equipment: -Lasso of truth -Bracelets of submission -Tiara(explained below) -A sword (Used only in extreme emergencies) Appearance:
Vesta stands at a whopping 7 foot. She has a lightly muscular physique that does not represent her true strength by far. Her hair reaches down to her lower back and is a raven black. Vesta's skin is more pale than it is tan, although not pale enough to actually make any obvious comment about it. Her eyes are a piercing blue and are easily recognizable among other eyes. Her equipment is similar to her sisters, both in style and hue except with Vesta's having darker shades of each colour overall, and with the blue being replaced with black. While much of the equipment that Vesta received remains the same, the bracers have suffered a design change that has made them longer and more stylized. Along with this, the tiara has been replaced with a sort of metal headband that can be used as a throwing weapon alike the tiara.
Her costume is much more modern than her sisters, and while she retains a similar sort of breastplate, hers goes up to her neck rather than stopping below her shoulders. She also has tight fitting black trousers under a small amount of armour along with boots. All of her armour is styled around the Amazons.
When off mission, Ves can usually be seen wearing some sort of band T-shirt along with jeans and whatnot. She hasn't really adapted to the fashion of the outside world and it took Diana some time to explain to her that going out in a toga isn't really socially acceptable.
Personality: Vesta is rather naive but also very courageous and willing to help anyone who needs it. A well of compassion, Vesta treats everyone equally no matter their creed, race or gender. To the point where she'd rather convince a racist to change their ways rather than attack them. Vesta tries to make jokes, but they often fall flat because of her lack of knowledge about the outside worlds customs and whatnot. While she displays a great degree of confidence, Vesta is deeply insecure and often talks about how much better her sister is when people compliment her.
The one thing that Ves is most interested in is 80s music. Her favourite band is The Smiths and even mentioning them in a positive light can make just about anyone her new best friend. Password: Titan BRIEF Bio: Vesta was born on the mythical isle of Themyscria. Vesta, like her sister, Diana was 'born' through her 'mother', Hippolyta creating her with clay and the soul of an unborn baby. Vesta was born quite a few years after Diana who had left Themyscria before Vesta had even begun her training.
Vesta's training began when she was around 15. Her training was a tough and rigorous regime, exhausting both her body and her mind while strengthening them at the same time. Much more emphasis was based around her mental skills though, as she was never really meant to be a warrior, just a trainer. Vesta was kept oblivious to the technology and customs of the outside world, only learning what a boy was after Diana visited home and told Vesta various things about the outside world. Of course, Vesta was still quite young and the explanation was cut short of "Girls, but with hair on their chins" and Vesta was left mostly in the dark about men.
Vesta was never intended to leave Themyscria at all, instead being trained to defend it from any danger and so she could train any new Amazons to a much more efficient rate than before. However, Vesta was curious and yearned to see the outside world after speaking with her sister rather often. Eventually, after much pestering, she was allowed to visit the outside world with Hippolyta thinking that she'd prefer the comfort of home to the harshness of the 'real' world. Of course, she was wrong.
During her short visit to the outside world, Vesta was contacted by Robin and subsequently got her arse kicked with the rest of the 'team' in the fight that concluded with Robins death. Shortly after, Hippolyta had equipment similar to that of, Diana's made for Vesta in order to help her better defend herself. Of course, Vesta isn't well versed in the use of this equipment just yet but is getting the hang of using them as quickly as she can.
Vesta loved the outside world. Diana showed her how differing the technology and culture was to that of Themyscria and Vesta finally saw a man. Although while she has seen a man she still confuses non-bearded men for women every now and then. She was allowed to stay in Metropolis, cutting her training short and leaving her under the supervision of her sister. Notes: -Favourite band is "The Smiths" -Has a major crush on a young David Bowie -Favourite colour is purple -Her favourite song is "Love and Pride" by King, although this changes frequently. Sample Post:
Vesta dodged under the knife of her attacker. Attacker was a generous way to put it, he hadn't landed a hit on her yet. She dodged left of one swipe and right of another, unhooking her lasso and unfurling it in one flick of her wrist. She jumped back as the attacker sent a jab towards her before swinging her arm back and sending the lasso forward in one fell swoop. The lasso affixed itself around the thugs wrist, and with one tug he was sent tumbling into the wall.
Vesta flew through the air with the grace of an eagle. Swooping between buildings and under cranes as if she were born of bird herself. She looked down to the terrified criminal she held in her sturdy grip. Her mind drifted back to hearing what various other superheroes had said on the news. They usually said something dramatic and heroic to the criminal in a time like this and Vesta would be damned if she couldn't think of something cool and inspirational to say. "Young Lady that is no way to act" She said, an obvious lack of inspiration or any semblance of cool. She saw the assailant turn their head to her with a puzzled look growing on their face. "Young Lady?" They spoke "I'm a man!" He screamed, visibly distressed and insecure about his appearance. Vesta furrowed her brow in confusion before the confusion turned to embarrassment and her cheeks grew red. "But you have long hair?" She said, visibly confused. The thug, equally confused asked "So?" In a seemingly calm voice for the current situation. Vesta didn't answer, she just looked forward and left the man to stew in his own anxiety. This was the second time this week that she'd mistaken a man for a woman, and it was only Wednesday. She made haste to reach the police station and drop off the criminal before things got even more awkward.
Vesta returned to her small apartment late that night. She was surprised to find a letter left on her bed. She opened the letter with intrigue and was confused to find a meeting place written on the paper. She debated going, but ultimately decided there was little point in not going and made a mental note of the date of said meeting.
You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone. - Al Capone Name: Alessandra 'Alessa' De Luca
Age: 17
Appearance: Alessa stands at 5 foot 6 and has a thin build. Her skin is rather pale, a result of her sheltered upbringing. Her hair is a jet black, and travels slightly past her waist. She has a scar that travels diagonally across her forearm, but has no other scars or tattoos other than this.
Gender: Female
Skills:
Great with pistols and revolvers
Can speak English, Chinese and Italian fluently and knows a few phrases of French
Knows how to sew clothes, along with various other 'home economics' based skills
Power:
Alessa's power is to travel through and make things travel through reflections. For example, she could travel through a mirror, no matter how small, and to another mirror in a location that she knows about. Along with this, she can travel through things like reflections in water and eyes. This allows her to do things like chuck a stone through a mirror and have it come out of a pool of water.
What gave you your power?:
Her vanity combined where her yearning to be elsewhere at many points in her life combined to give her the power. Her power first showed itself after a rather heated argument between her parents was going on as, Alessa put on her makeup. She fell through her mirror and came out through the one in her bathroom. Suffice to say, she was shocked.
Personality: The first thing most people notice about, Alessa is her outgoingness combined with her stubbornness. She's happily talk to anyone, as long as they weren't some weirdo, but it's extremely hard to convince her of an opinion that isn't her own, and even harder to stop her talking when she gets on the topic of something she likes. A risk taker, Alessa is quite brave and courageous when it comes to danger, having been in far too many dangerous situations for a girl her age in the first place.
Bio: What did you do for a living, what do you want us to know about your history, etc. Alessa was born on a snowy night in the middle of December in Naples, Italy. To understand her story, you must first understand her parents' story. Her father was the son of an Italian mobster, and had taken the reigns for the American side of the operation at the young age of 19. His father had arranged for a marriage with him and the daughter of a Triad gang boss. While the two fathers were ecstatic about the concept of joining the gangs and conquering America together, the children were less than pleased. There was little to no chemistry between them and Alessa's mother was pretty sure that her husband was gay for a large part of the start of the marriage.
They got on as well as they could, and eventually gave birth to, Alessa. Her early life was as sheltered as possible. She was home schooled by hand picked teachers and any friends she made were vetted and threatened with violence if any arguments broke out between them and Alessa. Because of this, she didn't keep many friends very long. Her one lifelong friend was her main teacher, a man by the name of, Tony. Tony was a former home economics teacher who had gotten a place within the mafia after accidentally saving the life of one of the higher up members children. He subsequently quit teaching and became the right hand man to, Alessa's father.
He taught her practically everything she knew, taking teaching duties not only for home economics but also for English, Maths and French. He quickly became her best friend, incorporating fun into his lessons along with all the knowledge needed.
Her sheltered streak came to an end with her teens though, as a more rebellious attitude emerged along with a longing for more human interaction than that with her family and their friends. She practically forced her parents to allow her to be enrolled in school, a private one of course. Upon arrival, she realized she wasn't exactly on the same wave length as many of the other girls. While most girls childhoods were filled with playing with barbies and styling their hair, Alessa's childhood was filled with learning how to fire guns and protect herself in a fire fight. Luckily enough for her, she was taken under the wing of one of the more popular girls, who in turn taught her the meaning of vanity and transformed Alessa from a tomboy into a regular, slightly vain girl.
Her time at school was cut short after a rival gang threatened to shoot it up after, Alessa's father tried to expand his territory. From then on she only went to school for one or two days a week, and the rest of the week was spent in home schooling.
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