Post by Carter Roth on Dec 16, 2013 21:01:58 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Carter Roth
Nicknames: N/A, whatever anyone comes up with, really.
Age: 17
Birthday: August 25
Grade: 11th
Powers:
Storm Manipulation;; A variation of weather manipulation, storm manipulation specifically deals with, you guessed it, storms. Users can create and control storms, including winds, thunder and lightning. Using winds, rain, and lightning, users can create storms of incredible magnitude, from rain to thunderstorms, lightning, hailstorms, blizzards and hurricanes and calming or heightening of such conditions. To create and control these storms Carter uses a combination air manipulation -esp. to create tornadoes, hurricanes, micro bursts, vertical drafts ect. ect.-, electricity manipulation to create and direct lightning and also produce thunder due to the shock wave naturally produced when the lightning forms, water manipulation for rain and snow and things in that category, blizzard creation, cloud generation, and precipitation/rain manipulation and creation. Except for lightning and little bursts she rarely uses these out of conjunction, instead preferring to use them to make her storms. Making/intensifying storms from already atmospheric conditions saps less of her energy than creating storms from scratch. For instance, things like waterspouts, rain and water-based storms are obviously easier near bodies of water than they are farther away from them. Her storms are weak to their elemental opposites: snow isn't good against fire/heat, electrical against electrical cancels each other out and is vulnerable to magnetic forces, firestorms aren't very strong against snow/ice/water and wind storms can be stopped by something disrupting their currents and/or earth based powers.
She can also manipulate fire in the loosest form of the word, relying on lightning strikes to hit something flammable. producing the fire for her and then "controlling" it by way of wind. She can temper its intensity by blasting it with wind -"feeding" it to make it stronger- or literally raining on its parade to lessens its power. Really, she's merely nudging it in the direction of her wishes and beyond using lightning to start it, wind to move it, and rain to put it out, she holds no control over it whatsoever.
Storm Mimicry;; Carter is able to transform her body into a storm, becoming semi-intangible and and is mostly only vulnerable to direct hits. Depending on what storm she's imitating, lightning, snow, ect., what she's vulnerable to varies. For example snow, rain, and ice would be prime targets for heat, obviously. For lightning it'd be anything magnetic based.
Doing this requires high amounts of energy and is usually only employed as a last resort because of this. Once she morphs back into her normal form she is exceedingly weaker than before, leaving her open to a greater spectrum of attacks and unable to properly defend herself as she normally would.
This is different from creating a small, localized storm around herself, because in mimicking a storm she is becoming the storm itself.
Member Group: Battle Front
Canon or not: Nope
Appearance: The first thing people notice about Carter is her hair. Light blue in color, it's thick, falling to her middle back. Why blue? Because it's her favorite color and she likes to think it fits her powers in a way. When its not loose she prefers to braid it or put it up in a bun to keep it out of her way, albeit a messy one. Her eyes are brown and shift shades depending on her mood, tiny gold flecks being known to show up when she's happy or excited. Her skin is pale, tanning pretty much an impossibility for her. She just fries in the sun and when it peels she's just as pale as before.
She stands at an average height, 5'6 to be exact, her legs making up most of her height. She's curvy but still slender and lithe, possessing large amounts of agility and flexibility party due to genetics and the rest due to taking gymnastics as a kid. She's a bit petite, her body not really showing her muscles since they're more toned than bulky.
Her scars are numerous, though some are only visible when she's especially pale. Most of these are scattered across the backs of her knuckles, hands and fingers. These she's had so long she doesn't remember how she got them, something she doesn't like since she has a story for every other scar. Scars overlap on her knees, layered over the tops of each other while yet more are scattered from the knee down -where most of her scars are- to even her toes.
Personality
Likes:[/i]however, she and the person she's working with can produce magnetic storms-
Dislikes:
Fears:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
* If she loses focus she could lose control of whatever storm/s she has going, potentially creating disastrous damage if they're big enough
* She will do anything for green apple Jolly Ranchers
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Goals:
Overall Personality: Warning: all authority figures, teachers, people with offices, do not leave this girl alone! Seriously, unless you want to come back to find the matchstick army of the paper kingdom currently occupying what was once your desk space taking over your office, keep an eye -or three- on her. Well, you say, just don't keep any matches in your office and problem solved. No. Even if you hide and/or get rid of any matches that may or may not be in your office, it won't do any good because she carries matchbooks around with her. Why? Because you never know when you need a match or two and to build things when bored. And she's a closet pyro.
Anyways, as you might have guessed Carter is easily bored. Its not because she gets distracted -which she does, though its more of a "this isn't interesting let's do something else" kind of a thing- its just that she's a smart little cookie and needs near constant stimulation. Leave her alone for five minutes and she's either reading, trying to construct something, or daydreaming elaborate scenes or characters or even worlds to go in either her current story or her next one. Though she may not seem to like school very much or even downright hate some of her classes, she loves to learn. Anything, everything, it doesn't really matter as long as its knowledge and she's even a modicum interested. She's been known to read textbooks for fun. To quote her: "I don't mind school. I mind homework." Because of this hunger for all things under the sun, she has become a walking dictionary, thesaurus and encyclopedia. Need to know how to spell something? Ask Carter. Need to know which empire did what to who? Carter knows. Anything dinosaur, mythology or animal related? Carter's your girl!
A smart ass is defined as: someone who is sarcastic, in a cutting yet witty matter. A person capable of making a remark that could be interpreted as an insult or a joke depending on the sensitivity of the listener and the specific situation. A smart ass is not necessarily a bad person, just usually perceptive. This describes Carter to a 'T'. Endowed with rhino-thick skin, she expects to get as good as she gives and always has a shrug and a comeback when someone tries to insult her. In fact she often laughs when someone tries to pick on her. Armed with a barbed tongue she's always full of sarcasm just waiting to be used and wit just waiting to bite. This isn't to say she can't do normal jokes, but she's much better at teasing. She's only mean about it when she thinks the target deserves it and routinely makes fun of herself as much if not more than she does others. Despite her joker status she knows when to be serious/keep her mouth shut though this sometimes doesn't work all too well because sarcasm and comedy have become both her coping mechanisms as well as her defense mechanisms.
Carter is a very friendly ad outgoing individual, adventurous and a bit of an adrenalin junkie. She is willing to be friends with just about anyone and has guts to go up and strike a conversation with a complete stranger. She is fiercely loyal to those friends to a fault, no almost about it. She regards her better friends as family; sisters and brothers she'd do anything for. She can be overprotective at times, a 'bulldog' as she calls it, but she can't really help it. She's the kind of girl who'll shrug off any attempts to mess with her, not really caring though some measure of vengeance is always an option and usually took, but who'll go for the jugular if anyone tries anything with her friends and loved ones. She's a protector by nature, so you can be sure anyone placed in her care or under her protection will be safe, even if Carter isn't particularly fond of her charge. This is because she sees friends and people she's responsible for as hers, so if an enemy is 'given' to her, they are now hers and therefor she'll protect them as she does all her friends. Albeit begrudgingly.
She has patience, really she does, an iron will and depending on the situation ridiculously strong self control. She doesn't like some emotions and will ignore them, pretend they aren't there, and can 'shut off' her emotions at will, again depending on the situation. She is reckless, a risk taker when any negative consequences will only affect her, and impulsive. She rarely thinks before she acts or speaks and this combined with her sarcasm can land her in some pretty hot water. Its a well documented fact that she'll give up things to win a bet or just to prove a point, and she happens to be quite savvy when it comes to scheming and conning. Not all out, mind you, she's not a conwoman, but she won't pass up the chance to make some easy money.
Carter, though its nowhere near as strong as the actual power, does have a strong sense of empathy. She has kind of a sixth sense for those things, able to detect a person's mood or whether they're not acting like they usually do. Even if they look and act like they're happy, she can usually tell if they're actually not. It's a "feeling" she gets more than anything. She can't really explain how she knows, she just does. As for the self-preservation thing, she does have one, and won't go down without a fight. Hell, she could be nearly unconscious and she'd still try to get up. But, if another person's well being is on the line, she'll do everything up to and including risking her own well being/life to keep them safe. There are a few exceptions of course, but nine times out've ten she won't think twice about jeopardizing her safety for another's. If it came down to a choice between her life and someone else's, there wouldn't be any contest.
Though her tolerance level varies, she normally has a pretty long fuse and doesn't get annoyed easily. However, depending on several factors which include fatigue, caffeine level, and who's annoying her, she can snap and snap hard. When it does come out her temper is not a pretty thing. She can be as mean as any and viscous in a fight, no qualms about playing dirty and making low blows.
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History
Family Members/guardians:
Cherise Arfal -mother
Douglas Arfal -stepfather
Gary Roth -father
History: Carter was born in the state of Arizona, a state renowned for few things other than the Grand Canyon, cacti, and heat so hot the devil spends summers elsewhere. She was the classic tomboy, preferring lizards and bugs and dinosaurs over dolls and tea parties and playing dress up. Hell, she still does! Though she isn't as repulsed at the thought of dressing up as she was at six and seven. It was around this time her powers began to manifest, slowly at first, a gust of wind here, a little flurry there and a shock or two to the people who annoyed her.
Her home life wasn't perfect, but as long as Gary -her biological dad, she refuses to call him anything the suggests affection- was gone, which was often since his job required him to travel a lot, it was alright. He never put a hand on her and as far as she knew not on her mom either, but he was verbally abusive to both of them. Narcissistic and an egomaniac who had a habit of lying and breaking promises, Carter learned early not to trust easily if at all. She still has problems trusting, though most don't know because she picks and chooses what to divulge and makes it seem like she trusts them. Don't get her wrong, she does trust, just not very many and not with her deepest, darkest secrets. Anyways, back to the story, I'm getting off topic.
Her parents separated the summer before sixth grade, meaning Carter and her mom would have to move in with her grandparents but she couldn't be happier. She even considered throwing a party. Who could blame her? Living with a Machiavellian slug -its an insult to slugs but its the nicest thing she can call him in polite company- had taught her many things, not just don't trust anyone blindly, in her short years. A child's first five or so years are the "formative years," where their base personalities are formed. While he was gone a good 80% of the time, Gary had made an impression. She built herself up, hardening the already thick skin she was born with to deal with his degrading and negative remarks. And we've already gone over the whole trust issue thing. She takes things with a grain or two of salt and doesn't really believe people when they say "I promise." At least not until they actually do what they promised.
The Academy found her after she lost control of one of her storms, said storm having caused severe flash flooding and even a wildfire. It was the second to last month of Sophomore year, and her grandpa -the only real father figure she'd ever had and the person she looked up to most- had just died after only a week in the hospital from what the doctor's suspected was a rare form of super aggressive cancer even though he was originally admitted for pneumonia-like symptoms. She needed to let off steam, not wanting to cry anymore than she already had -she only ended up actually crying twice during the whole ordeal; once the day she found out and once at the funeral- and so she went out into the desert. Since she lived in the city, the desert was really the only place she could practice with her powers, though she had to be extremely careful as to not have them noticed. Anyways, long story short, she couldn't focus and couldn't control the storm she had going anymore. Though it was labeled as a freak weather phenom, Ashford still came for her the next week.
Behind the Character
Name: Blitz
Chatango Name: Blitzy01
RP Experience: About 6 or 7 years.
How did you find us: RPG-D
RP Sample: --Recycled from a wolf site. Don't judge me.--
She was doing quite well for herself here in Moladion, she decided. She had met many new friends, explored many new lands, and had even joined a pack. Yes, Jagger, the incurable nomad, had a pack. Glorall, to be exact. Not officially, but she was tasked with training a little pup who had shown much potential - and teeth. The rambunctious Viora, such a sweet girl really, had proved interesting and challenging; having the focus of a fish. And she got to be got to be around her sister -well her best friend whom she considered a sister, blood ties be damned- Chickadee. They were so different, yet so alike. They gravitated towards each other from that first day they met at the Crags. She was considering teaching Chicky how to fight; though her time was filled up with teaching focus and defense to Viora.
She had not thought about that one land in ages, visiting other lands along the way and coming to Moladion. She hadn't a reason too. She hadn't thought about the gods that the inhabitants of that land chose to believe in. She had seen rivers and streams and had not thunk about that one god; the River Tyrant. Why would she be thinking about this god more than so than others?
Simple.
The bane of her existence was a follower of his.
Splash. She had not seen the infernal male in quite some time; a fact she couldn't be happier about if she thought about him at all. Her short stay in his land had been because of him. He had gotten her in his sights and hadn't let her go, following her and following her, trying to "protect" and "take care" of her. Ridiculous. He did not know about her time with Amazons. Did not know about the times she'd been a faceless warrior in wars that were not her own. He did not know how she got her collection of scars, all but one or two hidden under her silky black pelt. The ones the alligator had inflicted were on full display, as was the chunk missing from the side of her ear. She had cuts all over her now though, only a few days old, the front of a forelimb torn up from the same fight that earned her other wounds. One was a horizontal scratch underneath an eye when a claw caught her while another was the three long cuts across a shoulder where it swiped at her. She had fought off a lynx, yes lynx, in order to save the teenager she had come to think of as a little brother. He had come running out of nowhere, terrified and the musclebound cat hot on his trail.
It had been a quick fight, her killing it rather simply. Just a little advantage and she'd got its throat. Afterwards, she had taken it upon herself to teach him the skills of the great warriors, somehow managing to give her time to Viora, Chicky, Nootau -the teenager-, and whatever else Tesseract, she supposed he was her alpha now, needed her for. She didn't need any time for herself. She liked spending time with Viora, teaching the little one how to strike and defend herself while also teaching her to focus on one thing for more than a few minutes. And not biting her teacher so much... She'd help Chicky collect plants and just talk to her, keeping her company. She'd teach Nootau some new moves. She was an insomniac who liked to stay up, she didn't need sleep much anyway. She was even thinking about staying in Glorall, wanting to earn the rank of Achilles. The Achilles was the top warrior of the pack, and in charge of attack, defense, punishment, and acted as an Advisory to the alphas. A busy job to be sure, but it was made her for. Plus, the Achilles was the fifth rank, only after the Hand -the Potentate's most trusted Advisory and right hand wolf- the Heirs, the Baroness and the Potentate himself. She didn't want to be an alpha per se, but she wouldn't say no to a high ranking position.
In one of her rare moments of peace, she decided to go down to the Riverside, wanting to maybe meet yet more wolves. She quite liked Moladion she decided, as she trotted down to the banks, licking her lips at the thought of the cool, sweet water. Pricks of pain danced along her body, her cuts and scratches still red though she'd washed off all the blood for the sake of her friends. She couldn't imagine them being as comfortable with blood and gore as she. She liked the pricks; they enhanced her other sensations, making her feel more alive.
She reached the bank, her paws dipping into the cool water in order to drink more from the inside of the river. Her tail was high, usually only a notch or two lower than an alpha's would be. Tesseract didn't seem to mind, but she had considered lowering it a bit more when Caligula was around, though seeing as she hadn't interacted with the Baroness, she kept her tail right where it was.
As her tongue lapped at the water, a slight breeze began to stir, sending downriver scents up towards her. She breathed in the familiar smells of water, snow, and...
Wait.
No.
It couldn't be.
She froze, tongue stopping it motions, hanging limply from her mouth before she snapped her jaws shut, muscles instantly tensing as her eyes darted around, almost afraid to move. Oh, no. Oh no no no no no. He couldn't be here. Not here. Anywhere but here. She was happy here, that last thing she needed was an overzealous male who had took a shine to her. Yeah, a shine. That was putting it lightly. She forced herself to breathe calmly, eyes fixed up the river, waiting for him to show his face.
A face that would be ripped off if he got within five feet of her. She was fearless, intrepid; a brawler through and through who would fight anything and everything. And she was scared of love, when it was directed at her.
Pathetic.
She needed to get to Glorall, back to Chickadee and Tesseract and Viora. Back to her beach home where everything was simple, uncomplicated by him. She refused to name him, because naming him would bring back all the things she had long suppressed and buried. She growled in her mind, baring her teeth, the only movement she made besides her eyes. She did not feel anything but hatred and contempt for him. Nothing. She should run back to Glorall, to tell Tesseract and warn him. Warn him that an insane male had followed her over countless lands. And now he was here. He wouldn't dare enter the packlands, would he? He'd have to deal with Tess and Caligula. With the warriors and with her. He may be bigger than her, but damn it, she could kill him easy. She had to believe that. If she believed that, she was able to kill him. If not, she was screwed.
She had been here less than a month. And now he was here as well. Oh, god, how close had he been to her?! Was she only ever a few steps ahead, just barely staying out of his grasp?! She hardened her muscles, barely restraining the snarl that built deep in her chest, rising up her throat. It was cold, snow covering the ground and the water beginning to numb her paws, but she didn't register it. All she registered was that as soon as he came into sight he would be dead or she'd be gone. She felt guilt for bringing him upon Glorall, but she needed to be within its borders; it was the only safe place she could think of. If she got there fast enough she tell could Tesseract and maybe he could deny him entry. Maybe he'd give the patrolmen and guards permission to kill him. A faint pang; weak from fighting through her defenses and overwhelmed by her anger and rage, sounded in her heart. She told herself it was only because she wanted to kill him herself, to pay him back for the hell he put her through.
He'll be dead or I'll be gone.
He'll be dead or I'll be gone.
He'll be dead or I'll be gone.
So why couldn't she make her muscles move?
