Post by MaKayla MyKa on Dec 21, 2014 13:39:42 GMT -5
Basics
Name: MaKayla MyKa MaGee (and she doesn't seem to mind it)
Nicknames: MaKayla, MyKa, Maggie, Myke (pronounced Mike), triple M, etc. (basically anything that you can derive from her name)
Age: 16
Birthday: December 22nd
Grade: 10th
Power:
(Major) Advanced Strength:
Unlike Brute Strength MaKayla’s Advanced Strength is better described as a lasting strength, as it is (usually) used to outlast an adversary instead of pummeling one. MaKayla's strength is best understood as a well maintained stamina capable of working under intense stress, pressure, or weight.She also seems to be resilient against her own strength, as her bone structures and organs don’t seem to break or rupture under “impossible” feats of strength. In fact, her bones seem to be fortified to support such strength.
This is not to say that MaKayla isn't capable of a destructive strength with her 3,500 lb. maximum weight capacity. It only means that her strength is rather uncontrolled at times where she is emotionally distraught, fearful, or threatened. Outbursts of sudden uncontrolled strength may also appear when she is surprised, antsy, or in any way, excited.
Of course, her strength has its limits; MaKayla can get worn out after an intense workout. Which will cause her strength to exponentially weaken with every passing moment. Any attempt to lift more than she can will result in serious, or otherwise, permanent injury.
(Major) Physical Peak:
Physical Peak describes a top physical condition commonly found in those who train themselves professionally for athletics. This includes impeccable natural reflexes, speed, and agility resembling that of a pro athlete. But much like all peaks, there is a limit to how high one can climb. In this instance, MaKayla is bound to the natural abilities of an olympic athlete without superhuman gifts or the use of performance enhancing drugs. Also, her abilities do not stand up well against those gifted with Advanced Reflexes, Advanced Speed, or Advanced Agility as those gifted with said “Advanced” or “Enhanced” physical abilities are well past the un-powered human athletic threshold.
Physical Peak is also negatively affected by the backlash associated with MaKayla’s first ability, Advanced Strength, with the equivalent effects.
Member Group: Prefect (Recent Recruit)
Canon or not: Not
Appearance: at least 2 paragraphs
MaKayla has a slender frame. Her body is very tan because of the time she’s spent outside fishing. She weighs a light 115 pounds and stands at 5’4.5”. She appears physically fit and with a hint of a muscular tone. Her overall healthy figure can be attributed to her generous diet of fish and her secondary ability. She has short green hair with bangs that come down past her ears. She knows her hair is green and doesn’t plan on changing it. Her eyes resemble a deep oceanic blue.
MaKayla makes her own clothing, usually by adding to or subtracting from previous pieces. Her style is very uncommon, usually incorporating the styles of fisherman gear and sailing uniforms. Atop her head she dawns a fisherman’s bucket hat, replacing the fishing hooks and lures with water lilies. Her shirt is usually an altered sailor’s uniform only smaller and cut off enough to reveal her stomach. Her short skirt is a mix of white fur, white fabric, and blue or brown belts. Her boots are altered fisherman’s boots where she replaced all but the toe and the sole. The rest has been transformed into a blue knee high style boot with long laces. She often dawns waterproof stockings lined with leather near the top when she’s fishing in the water.
When required to, she will wear her prefect uniform and badge.
Personality
Overall Personality: At least 3 paragraphs
Boredom: MaKayla likes being active at all times! She loves to invent and improve upon the things around her. Whether its a fishing pole or a coat hanger, she will try to find a way to improve upon the concept. She constantly makes personal projects and lists of what to make or what to do later on.
Unintentional Destruction: What if every time you got excited you accidentally broke what you were holding. Now, imagine that every time you got excited you had the overwhelming urge to high five, hug, or love-punch the nearest person... That’s MaKayla- playful like a puppy, but with the untamed strength of a grizzly. She feels bad about the effect her gifted strength has, and continues to find herself unintentionally breaking things and hurting people.
Southern Tendencies: You’ll get into the habit of calling figures of authority “Sir” and “Ma’am” if you grew up in MaKayla’s household. It’s not so much discipline, as it is general respect and culture. This may make her appear backhanded or mouthy, as if she had said it mockingly. She’ll also be caught saying other common southern words and euphemisms from time to time, though much of this has been cooked out of her from being at ashford for three years.
Intentional Construction/Invention: For MaKayla, creativity is the mother of invention and breaking the previous model is the father. She finds inventing and the general improvement of things around her as her only creative outlet. When she gets an idea she often drops what she’s doing in an attempt to bring the idea to life. She also finds that inventing is a way to pay a debt to the world for any unintentional destruction. She may spend hours just drawing the idea over and over with several modifications before creating it; or she may jump in with the required materials and high hopes.
Skill Gathering: MaKayla loves collecting applicable knowledge and skills. She’s picked up (or taught herself) sewing, carpentry, and leatherwork and hopes to pick up wiring, metalwork, glass blowing, and cooking. She hasn’t been around any sort of outlet for any of those skills with the exception of cooking. Though she tries hard and means well, she can’t cook to save her life and is highly dependent on those who can.
Fishing: Since she no longer has access to a boat for deep sea fishing, she struggles to keep interest in the sport by fishing off the docks. But, like many fishermen, its hard to come back from the catches you’ll get offshore. Regardless, she loves the sport and loves the food even more.
Role Model: MaKayla does her best at all times. This originates from having the strong urge to set an example to her younger brother and with her heavy workload with running her family’s small fishing business. She continues to set an example of hard work and diligence for her fellow students.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Strengths(Should be mix of Personality, psychical and mental):
Weaknesses(Should be mix of Personality, psychical and mental):
Goals:
History
Family Members/guardians:
CarMichael -Father
MyKa -Mother
MaKay -Younger Brother
History: at least three paragraphs
MaKayla was born into a low income family of fishermen off the Southern coast of Louisiana. It was a humble existence; she was put to work at the young age of five, first learning to count by fixing the holes too large in nets. When her little brother was born three years after her she was taught over and over again to be a good example to him. She has always dwelled on the idea of being a role model since then; and even to this day, it’s a driving point. It was obvious back then that she was a strong girl, always eager to help as much as she could around the house and on the boat. It seems even as a girl she’d rather of been doing something productive than nothing at all. She was her father’s happy helper, always.
It wasn’t till she was eight that she learned of her family’s constant financial struggles. It was also then that she realized how nothing was ever wasted in the family; everything was turned into something else. She was upset, as many people would be. Her father’s strength had been waning over the years, his hair growing grey from years of taking two steps forward and one back. MaKayla could see him aging, withering, as days passed. Long nights she’d catch him still at work, up fixing nets, patching holes, or tinkering with the equipment. But every so often he’d have enough time to cast a lure into the water.
One night she confronted her father, asking him if there was anything she could do. He smiled, telling her first to go to bed; when she refused the tired man could do nothing but tell her to help with the fishing. She accidentally snapped the pole in two in pure excitement as a fish took the bait; her father’s only prized possession was gone. He was distraught, though he tried to hide it by telling her that he could fix it himself. She went to bed worried and woke up the next morning, finding the pole in the trash. She rescued the old thing, and searched for spare windings and a new two part shaft in others’ trashes. It took her two weeks to find the parts and another two to replace the components in a functional manner. It was in no way a work of art, but when MaKayla gave it to her father he sure acted like it.
At age 12 she had nearly perfected her craft and helped her old man, mother, and younger brother run the trade. Her strength played a key role basically leading the family to a better way of life. And soon after she caught her biggest sailfish at nearly 2,000 pounds, she gained the attention of the press for breaking the local record at such a young age. The picture of the monstrous fish show’d her holding it triumphantly in her arms.
Ashford category agents soon appeared at their door asking questions of the feat, acting as journalists. The answers came truthfully from the family, revealing her numerous feats of strength throughout her life.
Later different agents came to offer a special student program. “Top of the line education” with “irreplaceable experience” and it was all at ashford. Everything would be paid for and compensation would be made to those affected. Her father was a soft man, one that couldn’t refuse such opportunity. She was admitted into ashford academy for gifted individuals on her 13th birthday. She’s attended for three years now, and is a recent prefect recruit.
Behind the Character
Name: Call me Monty. Though my full name is Montgomery Lamont Montague (Gumarich) the third. I will also respond to the name “Montage!”
Chatango Name: MontyGumarich
RP Experience: how long have you been roleplaying? Three years on and off, written for longer.
How did you find us?: Chelly!
RP Sample: at least 2 paragraphs, can be from another site.
"Joseph, C'mon in." I welcomed him into my apartment.
"Nice place ya got 'ere." He said staring at the high painted ceilings in the entry.
"Anything for Mae, little slice of paradise in The City itself." I led him to a smaller dining room. Mae still setting the table for me and the guest, "there's my chef" she smiled at the compliment, "best home made lasagna in the world ," I said kissing her on the cheek, I took her hands, holding them against my chest. "You treat me too well, go, rest, leave business to me and my boy here." She left with a smile. "Joey, sit down, by all means don't wait for me," I gave a playful chuckle.
He obeyed, appearing loyal as ever. "Joey," I said, exhaling as I sat down, "what's the most important thing on Gods green earth?" I picked my fork and knife up initiating the meal.
He shrugged, "money?"
"Ahh, wrong. Guess again." I placed a fork into my meal. There was a pause as he thought.
"The business?" I shook my head, swallowing a thick slice of marinated tomato. "I'm sorry Boss, I just don't know."
I paused taking a sip of my water, "would you ever lie to me?"
"'f course not Boss."
"Call me Al." I put down my glass, "Have you heard anything about a rat?"
"Can't say I ‘ave." He shook his head almost as an afterthought. How could I trust someone who answered with an afterthought.
"Joey, I trust ya, and there's only one thing that's important to people like us." I paused a moment to look him in the eye, letting my tone sink in.
"Trust?" It was a nervous guess, he was squirming under the pressure of my gaze.
"Family! Anyone can have trust, you trust a cab to get you where ya want, you trust that the Feds never catch on, and you have trust that people won't stop drinking liquor. But family, that's stronger than trust."
I sliced through a large piece of pasta, noticing his plate, left untouched. "You're family Joey, blood.” I lied, “If you're my family you'd touch the delicious meal my wife made ya. You're acting like you don't trust me."
"Sorry Boss."
"Al!" I corrected. His answers seemed well rehearsed. I looked to my glass, half empty, "you sure you haven't heard anything 'bout a rat?"
He shook his head, "can't say I ‘ave." I gave him a stern look, emptying my glass and getting up from my seat picking up the glass again. "We need a pitcher, Mae's a bit forgetful," I lightened the topic and walked past my guest into the other room.
"I'm a bit forgetful myself." Joey spoke up. It was then that I knew the sound of betrayal.
"Is that so?" I responded, setting my glass down and picking up the baseball bat I kept in the kitchen.
"Ya know Joey," I walked up behind him, rotating the bat in my hands, "I have an amazing memory. Some might say I never forget." I swung at his head, which overreached the chair. There was a loud crack, both from the bat and his skull. He fell face first into Mae’s food, if he wasn't eating it before he was now. I swung once more pummeling his head into the broken floral plate. I stepped around the chair, frowning at the concave divot in his head. I sat down again, drinking the water from his glass. He sure didn’t need it. "Ya think you know a guy."
