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| Subject: Jade Tanaka 4/16/2013, 2:58 am | |
| Full name: Tanaka Amelie Jade; Jade Amelie Tanaka Any nicknames?: Tana-chan, Tana-hime, Jade-kun Gender: Female Age: 17 Years at Camp: 0; she hasn't been brought there yet. She has no idea it even exists.
God and mortal parent: Apollo; Greek God of the Sun. Tanaka Ryoza. Date of birth: May 13th, 1995 Place of birth: Tokyo, Japan.
Appearance: Image 1 Image 2. Eye color: Golden brown. Hair: See Image. Height: 5'7" Body type: She's all leg; has an hour glass middle, large hips, average chest. Her shoulders are a bit slender, and she has relatively above average upper and lower body strength. [ I'd go with Athletic/Well Toned, but still able to pull off a strapless dress- not that she'd ever wear one.] Distinct markings: She has several tattoos. Leopard print on her left shoulder/collar bone. A pair of brass knuckles on her middrift below her belly button. She has two stars on her hips. Style: Grunge/Punk. Powers**: She has the ability to heal herself, and others. All she can heal on herself are fresh wounds, nothing that's occurred long term. (She has no idea she can't heal herself of long-term "wounds.")
When healing others, she can heal cancer, and other things; but it takes a lot out of her. She sometimes passes out from over use of her "gift." This gift, when used to it's full extent, forms a small pair of glittery gold wings on her back out of the healing energy she emits from her hands when she's healing someone.
Fatal Flaw*: She has Stage 1 lung cancer, but continues to smoke. She smokes Clove Cigarettes, and just cannot seem to stop. She also refuses treatment because of her "natural" healing ability; but even that cannot help her. Flaws*: She has an odd obsession with picking on people. This causes her to not keep too many friends for long. She's harsh, a bit rude, and has a big mouth.
Weapon(s): Her fists, and a pair of kevlar infused gloves to pack a meaner "punch."
Pets: A cat named Joey. He's missing half of his right ear, and he's orange and white. He has white sock feet, and lovely orange stripes.
Talents/Skills: She knows how to sing, pretty well, and can even play guitar. She's writing her own solo album, and really wants to make it as a "Rock" star. She's also very street-smart. Her mother, Ryoza, was killed in a car crash when she was 14. She moved in with her uncle and cousin, but she wasn't going to mooch off of them. She wanted to make it on her own, so she "ran away." (See Biography for more information.)
RP Example*:
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"Awwwe yeah!" she cried out, smirking devilishly. "Who's your daddy?!" she said in an almost demonic timbre, screeching with some kind of excitement. "YES!" she cried and then jumped up, dropping her blue and yellow Pokemon Nintendo 64 controller as she leaped into the air, clicking her heels together all at once. She landed gracefully and did a little dance, her hips swaying. She had gotten out of her melancholy rut a few weeks ago, almost a month now. Andrew was alive, and definitely well. Tyuki was almost back to her happy-go-lucky self, and that meant heavy sessions of Mario Kart 64 by herself, in her room, smoking weed. She would spend all the time she could with Andrew, but she wanted him to be able to adjust from what he had gone through. Whenever he wanted to see her, though, she was there.
Her hair, tied up in a messed pony tail, flipped off to the side, it having loosened during her victory dance. She caught a glance of herself in the reflective surface of a mirror hung up on the wall for nice decoration. She scrunched up her face and then stuck out her tongue at herself. Simultaneously, she rose her hands and made antlers with her hands and wiggled her fingers. She then giggled at herself and rolled her eyes in an 'Oh you!' sort of fashion. Her cell phone started to ring, a very good song started to play. That only meant one thing.. Bliss! Tyuki wiggled her hips and sang along while she searched for the muffled song. "Faaaashiooon Moooonstaaaah!" She snatched the phone up right when it was looping, and was pouting when it was just a text message. "Well, poo.." she muttered out loud to herself and kind of sunk down into her bean bag chair. "LaGuardia? I wonder why.. hm. Should I be packing? Eh.. Whatever!" She sent a brief 'k! see you l8r! <3 ponpon~ Blissuchan!!' and then reached for her bong, her phone sliding to fall into her lap.
She struck her zippo and took a huge rip, pulling the bowl out of it's respective slot to add a bit of carbonation. She felt the good ganja go to her head pretty quickly, her face tingling with happiness. She took advantage of that and played one more race of Mario Kart 64. As soon as she felt her high wearing off, she paused the game and ran to shower really quick. Climbing out, she towel dried and plucked some clothes out of her closet. Pair of bright green skinnies, a black tank top with a collage of Super Heroes on it, the comic book ones, not the real ones like herself and Bliss, and a short sleeve button up green, black, and white plaid shirt. She left it unbuttoned and kept rubbing her head with the towel, adjusting the edge of her bra. She checked the time and cussed under her breath. She grabbed a bag and stuffed a couple outfits inside, an extra pair of shoes, her hero costume in a hidden compartment, and her zippo was left in her pocket. She kissed her bong good bye, taking one more good rip before she stashed it in her bathroom. Not like she needed to hide it around here.
She snatched the bag up and tossed it over her shoulders and stepped into her slip on vans and dashed out of the apartment, the door swinging closed behind of her. She hailed a taxi and, with phone in hand, plopped down and spat the place she needed to go, "LaGuardia!" she chimed, her purse also with her. It was full of the essential girlie things, save for her gameboy, tamogachi, and a few other unmentionables. She arrived basically right on time and saw Bliss standing idly by. She paid the Taxi fare and slipped out, her backpack around her shoulders, her purse in hand. "Blissssss," she cooed and bounced over to her, hair still slightly damp but decent enough for a day out. "I have arrived! Why the sudden creepy need for meeting? And what's with all the bags?" she questioned, her head cocking slightly. She had come down from her high, but her eyes were a bit red, and watery. Complete signs of being under the influence of good old ganja.
Personality: Jade is very head strong, and confident. She likes to fend for herself, and she's also a smarty pants. She sometimes loses her confidence, and spirals the drain of depression. It all depends on how the sun shines that day.
Biography*: Jade was born in the heart of Tokyo at one of the low-class hospitals. Poverty was her families main crutch. She was a beautiful baby girl, blinking her way into the real world. During her first moments of life, her mother was coding on the table. When Jade was finally able to let out her first small baby mews, her healing powers took over and fixed up her mother. The doctors, so busy, did not even notice the new born's talent.
Of course, time passed, Jade grew up, and so did her powers. Her gift. She was mama's little fixer. Whenever someone in the neighborhood needed a quick fix, Jade's mom would offer her gift to help. Jade enjoyed helping people, but really tried to look out for her and her mom.
Age fourteen. They were in a car together. A loan from a friend. Jade had a busy day. She was going to play her classical piece; her solo. The crowd was going to be huge. She was so nervous that she bit her finger nails to the quick. The other car came out of nowhere. Jade didn't see it. Her mother was killed on impact, but all she could remember was crying, screaming, and trying to heal her back to life. Nothing worked. The over use of her powers knocked her into a week long coma.
Once she had woken up, she was a different girl. She wanted to do whatever she wanted. Wanted to take life by the balls, and go hard. Carpe Diem. And so she did.
She got piercings, tattoos, cut her hair, and stopped helping anyone for free.
Despite her life being lived as a sort of nomad, she still managed to read up on things she liked; Mythology being one of them. Greek, to be exact. She also got herself through school, and graduated. All on her own.
She doesn't know who she is; that she's a Demi-God. She has no idea who her father is, and she likely never will.. unless someone finds out about her talent that may know how she has it.
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Rachel Draconic Overlord
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