Post by nicodemus on Aug 23, 2010 2:26:57 GMT -5
Nicodemus • Cera• Fateen
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Courage is not the loss of fear, but in fact the ability to overcome fear itself.
• Labels Do Not Define Me •
Name:Nicodemus Cera Fateen (Known as Nici [Ni-kee]by close friends)
Age:14
Gender:Female
Sexuality: STRAIGHT
Status: Trainer
• On The Outside Looking In •
Hair:Light, chestnut brow hair. It ends just below her shoulder blades. She has a dye in her hair that gives her a blue lightning bolt from the crown of the back of her head down to the very ends.
Eyes:Nicodemus has blue eyes. They seem to change color when her emotion changes.
Scars/Markings:A large, zig-zag scar on the underside of her forearm. It is a pale pink and blends in nicely with her pale, white skin.
General Appearance: Nicodemus is thin, but she doesn't look as frail as others might. Her shoulders just between small and broad. She doesn't look tall or odd and she fits in perfectly with a ordinary group of people.
Being Irish, she has two blue eyes. She has dark brown hair that reaches just below her shoulder blades. It's slightly wavy and since she is so clean and self hygienic, its glossy and soft to the touch. She usually has it up in a ponytail, especially when she's doing something like fighting. She always has a spare ponytail holder on her wrist, just in case the one she has in her hair breaks.
She wears plain t-shirts, each fitting her perfectly fine. She has seven different shirts. Two blue, two red, one green, and two white. She has seven pants to go allow with them. All of them are black and made from cotton. They aren't heavy and they don't wear easy, it's just what she needs and it comes in handy when something happens on short notice. Nicodemus can never be too sure what will happen next.
She figures there no need to look fancy since the last thing she wants is attention so she just wears plain clothes.
• There's More Than Meets The Eye •
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:The female is very loyal and she isn't afraid to speak her mind. Her physical strength and overall agility usually helps her make things blunt and to the point.
Weaknesses:She is a little quick to a fight and has a short temper. She tries to control it to the best of her ability, but sometimes it just can't be stopped.
Personality:
Nicodemus isn't that shy of a person, how ever feminine she appears. She's known to make herself heard and true to her word. She never backs down to a challenge, even if she knows she couldn't win. She's loyal to her friends and is as brave as any could be. She stands up for those she cares for when they need it, but believes in the philosophy "Fight your own battles." and she's constantly telling anyone that thinks they need her help, but doesn't need it: "No one but you can win your fights."
She's quick to a fight, but keeps her wits about her through every battle. A fierce fighter, this girl isn't one to trifle with. No one has ever called her a coward. Not twice.
If she isn't about to be thrown into a Battle Royale, Nicodemus is kind and sometimes sweet. It's hard to see her soft side though, she's more of a tom boy than anything. She loves to fight, loves to yell. and she loves to shoot with a bow, if she can find one.
She's a bit of a little girl when it comes to Pokemon. What she can't stand is when people hurt their own Pokemon for absolutely no reason, civilian and trainer alike. That is yet another time her rough side comes out.
When she's by herself though, she thinks a lot. She doesn't mutter a word, but millions of thoughts are racing through her mind at lightning speed of every moment of every day.
She might not talk, but she will sing. If she's alone, and she knows she absolutely alone, she'll sing anything on her mp3 player. She doesn't exactly want anyone to know she can sing because she sees it as a weakness. One that she's determined to hide, even if she is a good singer.
• I Am What I Own •
Items: This young girl carries a large pocket knife in the inside pocket of her jacket, handy whenever she needs it. It has a deep cherry stained wooden handle that is about three, three and a half inches long. The blade itself is solid steel, claiming a gleaming icy sheen. It is around the same size as the handle.
Pokemon: None
• How I Became Who I Am •
Family:Nicodemus had a mother, a father, and a little sister.
History: Nici was born in a large, dangerous city. She grew up with the rough ways of the city streets and fought hard to keep her pride and gained much respect. Her mother and father were proud to have such a daughter that protected her little sister at any price and would risk her own life to save a life of those she loved or cared for. She was always the independent type, learning all the necessary skills to survive on her own.
One day as she was wandering the streets, a stray Raichu found her. It looked strong and powerful, its very being that of a true warrior. But, at the same time, it seemed like a kind and loving creature. Her young heart grew curious and she strayed too close to the creature. It drew it's sharp tail and cut her arm, leaving a deep gash in the bottom of her forearm. It required seven stitches and about a month of healing time. That was when Nicodemus knew that one day, she would have her own Raichu, conquer the great fighter.
At the age of 11, she moved out from the city and into a quit suburban town. It was so much different than her normal life in the city. Kids didn't fight as much and there was practically no crime. She found it hard to adjust, but she managed. Accept for the times when she lost her temper, her fighting habits never changed.
Her father came down with a bad illness and soon passed away when she was about 12. She was heartbroken, but refused to give up life. She had a sister and her mother to take care of, she wouldn't let them down. She found oddball jobs and took the pay from that and paid for all the utilities and expenses her small family needed.
At 13, her mother passed away. It seemed grief overtook her mother and she just simply lost the will to live. She was so close to letting herself go, letting her spirit drift away and remain a numb, cold, soulless being. Her sister was taken away and given to a foster family, the 9 year old child was too young to care for herself.
At 14, Nicodemus left, deciding that Pokemon would fix her life. She had no intent on becoming a Pokemon trainer, or a master at that. She simply wanted something to do, something to live for. Pokemon simply fit that spot.
Other:
Other Characters: None
Play By:
Courage is not the loss of fear, but in fact the ability to overcome fear itself.
• Labels Do Not Define Me •
Name:Nicodemus Cera Fateen (Known as Nici [Ni-kee]by close friends)
Age:14
Gender:Female
Sexuality: STRAIGHT
Status: Trainer
• On The Outside Looking In •
Hair:Light, chestnut brow hair. It ends just below her shoulder blades. She has a dye in her hair that gives her a blue lightning bolt from the crown of the back of her head down to the very ends.
Eyes:Nicodemus has blue eyes. They seem to change color when her emotion changes.
- When she's sad/disappointed: Tthey have a deep ocean blue look.
- When she's happy/joyful: They look like two pools of warm, spring skies.
- When she's angry/surprised: They're as cold and icy as the snowy ledges of mountaintops.
Scars/Markings:A large, zig-zag scar on the underside of her forearm. It is a pale pink and blends in nicely with her pale, white skin.
General Appearance: Nicodemus is thin, but she doesn't look as frail as others might. Her shoulders just between small and broad. She doesn't look tall or odd and she fits in perfectly with a ordinary group of people.
Being Irish, she has two blue eyes. She has dark brown hair that reaches just below her shoulder blades. It's slightly wavy and since she is so clean and self hygienic, its glossy and soft to the touch. She usually has it up in a ponytail, especially when she's doing something like fighting. She always has a spare ponytail holder on her wrist, just in case the one she has in her hair breaks.
She wears plain t-shirts, each fitting her perfectly fine. She has seven different shirts. Two blue, two red, one green, and two white. She has seven pants to go allow with them. All of them are black and made from cotton. They aren't heavy and they don't wear easy, it's just what she needs and it comes in handy when something happens on short notice. Nicodemus can never be too sure what will happen next.
She figures there no need to look fancy since the last thing she wants is attention so she just wears plain clothes.
• There's More Than Meets The Eye •
Likes:
- Nicodemus likes the nightlife. It's odd, but not unusual, to find her awake when the sun is up. She feels a strange, yet strong pull toward the moon that is constantly drawing her toward it. She obeys it's will by only staying up at night.
- She is a strong swimmer, and doesn't deny that fact at all. Nicodemus will spend any moment she can in the water when she's playing or just trying to calm herself down. The cool feeling of it when it washes over her face silences her instantly, her mind would unwind within moments.
- This teenager loves the outdoors and would kill to get herself in the serene surroundings of the woods. She doesn't care what time of day it is, she's not afraid of the dark.
Dislikes:
- One thing Nicodemus can't stand is ignorance. Or someone who's too proud of themselves. Bragging shouldn't be something you do on a daily basis, if you do it at all. She stays away from those who do.
- When someone lazes around and waits for something to happen to them, it's just pathetic. Nicodemus will gladly sneer at anyone who sits around all day, hanging their heads, expecting some sort of pity from others. You don't get anywhere with that. Go out and get on with your life.
- Okay, it might be good for you, but that doesn't mean it tastes good. Nicodemus knows this for a fact. Who in their right mind would like to eat spinach?
Strengths:The female is very loyal and she isn't afraid to speak her mind. Her physical strength and overall agility usually helps her make things blunt and to the point.
Weaknesses:She is a little quick to a fight and has a short temper. She tries to control it to the best of her ability, but sometimes it just can't be stopped.
Personality:
Nicodemus isn't that shy of a person, how ever feminine she appears. She's known to make herself heard and true to her word. She never backs down to a challenge, even if she knows she couldn't win. She's loyal to her friends and is as brave as any could be. She stands up for those she cares for when they need it, but believes in the philosophy "Fight your own battles." and she's constantly telling anyone that thinks they need her help, but doesn't need it: "No one but you can win your fights."
She's quick to a fight, but keeps her wits about her through every battle. A fierce fighter, this girl isn't one to trifle with. No one has ever called her a coward. Not twice.
If she isn't about to be thrown into a Battle Royale, Nicodemus is kind and sometimes sweet. It's hard to see her soft side though, she's more of a tom boy than anything. She loves to fight, loves to yell. and she loves to shoot with a bow, if she can find one.
She's a bit of a little girl when it comes to Pokemon. What she can't stand is when people hurt their own Pokemon for absolutely no reason, civilian and trainer alike. That is yet another time her rough side comes out.
When she's by herself though, she thinks a lot. She doesn't mutter a word, but millions of thoughts are racing through her mind at lightning speed of every moment of every day.
She might not talk, but she will sing. If she's alone, and she knows she absolutely alone, she'll sing anything on her mp3 player. She doesn't exactly want anyone to know she can sing because she sees it as a weakness. One that she's determined to hide, even if she is a good singer.
• I Am What I Own •
Items: This young girl carries a large pocket knife in the inside pocket of her jacket, handy whenever she needs it. It has a deep cherry stained wooden handle that is about three, three and a half inches long. The blade itself is solid steel, claiming a gleaming icy sheen. It is around the same size as the handle.
Pokemon: None
• How I Became Who I Am •
Family:Nicodemus had a mother, a father, and a little sister.
History: Nici was born in a large, dangerous city. She grew up with the rough ways of the city streets and fought hard to keep her pride and gained much respect. Her mother and father were proud to have such a daughter that protected her little sister at any price and would risk her own life to save a life of those she loved or cared for. She was always the independent type, learning all the necessary skills to survive on her own.
One day as she was wandering the streets, a stray Raichu found her. It looked strong and powerful, its very being that of a true warrior. But, at the same time, it seemed like a kind and loving creature. Her young heart grew curious and she strayed too close to the creature. It drew it's sharp tail and cut her arm, leaving a deep gash in the bottom of her forearm. It required seven stitches and about a month of healing time. That was when Nicodemus knew that one day, she would have her own Raichu, conquer the great fighter.
At the age of 11, she moved out from the city and into a quit suburban town. It was so much different than her normal life in the city. Kids didn't fight as much and there was practically no crime. She found it hard to adjust, but she managed. Accept for the times when she lost her temper, her fighting habits never changed.
Her father came down with a bad illness and soon passed away when she was about 12. She was heartbroken, but refused to give up life. She had a sister and her mother to take care of, she wouldn't let them down. She found oddball jobs and took the pay from that and paid for all the utilities and expenses her small family needed.
At 13, her mother passed away. It seemed grief overtook her mother and she just simply lost the will to live. She was so close to letting herself go, letting her spirit drift away and remain a numb, cold, soulless being. Her sister was taken away and given to a foster family, the 9 year old child was too young to care for herself.
At 14, Nicodemus left, deciding that Pokemon would fix her life. She had no intent on becoming a Pokemon trainer, or a master at that. She simply wanted something to do, something to live for. Pokemon simply fit that spot.
Other:
Other Characters: None
