Post by Zen on Mar 8, 2010 3:21:31 GMT -5
Zenevieva Maddox
Vitals
Nickname(s): Zen
Age/Grade: 16
Birthday: May 30, 1996
Place of Birth: Scotland
Ethnicity: Celtic/Greek
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 129 lbs
Blood type: O postive (What? Am I donating or something? Do you really need to know this? )
Hair Color: Brown (Depending on the light. Sometimes looks a little blond. )
Eye Color: Almond {Yes that is actually a color}
Sexuality: Straight for now at least. Never know what will happen with enough drugs and alcohol in my system.
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Persona
What do you want me to say? That I am a nice girl? That I get along with every one, frolic through the forest and play with all the woodland creatures? Pft! Please. If I am doing anything in the deep dark forest it is definitely not playing nice with some fluffy bunny. Fuck that shit. I am more likely to eat the bunny than pet its pretty fur. Yeah, that’s right. I am not nice, and I do not pretend to be. Why should I? What good does it do? Nothing. That’s what. No, I am me and if you don’t like it then you can kiss my ass. Which I might add is nice and tight so you might just enjoy yourself. Oh, but don’t worry, this does not mean I wont pretend to be your friend, use you until I get what I want and then throw you aside like you have undoubtedly done to your fair share of people. You posers. Always trying to pretend that you are something better than me or others like me, when all you are is us in disguise. At least I am up front about who I am. Heh. You are just a coward hiding behind a cheap and pathetic smile. So yeah, stay out of my way or you may just get hurt.
But this is not to say I am all bad. Because honestly, you don't know what I am like when I am alone. I am completely different than the girl that you think you know. I have had some hard shit thrown at me in my life, and maybe that is why I act the way I do toward the world. But yeah, whatever....You would have to be pretty special to ever get a glimpse at the Zen that I hide behind the closed doors of my room....Kept safe from the rest of the world. Why? Because in this world, if you let everyone see your weakness then they just end up hurting you.
Hell if my Father, the guy that was supposed to love me, could come home day after day and beat the shit out of me, his own daughter. What the fuck am I supposed to expect from the rest of the world?
Besides, there is always two sides to every coin...Just some people are too dense to figure that one out. They always take everything they see at face value and then act like it is the end of the world when they see the other half.
Well, that is just the thing with me...if you are gonna take one, then you might as well get used to the other, because they are both a part of who I am.
Mentality:
Sane. Or at least I think so. Psychologist bastard seems to think I have some anti social disorder or some shit like that. But whatever. I honestly don’t care. Only reason I even still see his ass is cause it is part of my probation deal. Gah! I will be so glad when that shit is over with.
Ideal:
Ideal? Seriously? Where the hell do you people come up with this shit? Get it out of some psychology text book that you think will help you get a better understanding of who we are and what we want out of life? Please. We are teenagers, we want a few very basic things. We want to have fun, get laid, get drunk and try and avoid as much responsibility as possible. There. Now you know what I want. Next!
Ugh, apparently I am forced to redo this thing or at least add to it because I am supposed to give a general idea of what I want out of life. You wanna know? I want somebody who wont turn around and hate me for being me. Who accepts me and is there for me no matter what.....But yeah, not sure if that will ever happen...so yeah....does it really matter?
Belief:
Again what are you people trying to achieve? Gah! Fine. I believe that I am about to lose my patience with this fucking biography shit in about 3.6 seconds. There. Now you got my belief.
Hobbies:
Gee…let me think. What do I like to do for fun. Well I get drunk, and if I can score some good shit I get high. Oh yeah, and boys, preferably ones who are happy with a one night stand or a sorta “fuck buddy” relationship. Yeah. That is about it. Other than that. I like my music and my books. Oh and maybe, on a rare occasion, I like a guy that is not some conformist. (For those of you who don’t know what that means, it is basically saying I don’t like people who are drones, robots; struggling to fit into societies perfect little box.)
Talents:
Hmm..that is a good question…What talents do I have? Well since this is for school I cant list some of my more “playful” talents, but I can put you in contact with a few guys who can tell you if you want. As for “good girl” talents I would have to say my ability to keep from killing stupid people, my ability to speak with a intelligence which seems to have escaped this day and age and the ability to read things that are more than some Twilight romance drama bullshit. You know, something with actual depth and meaning. Yeah, you probably don’t, so I will just let it go at that. Oh yeah, and I can do 15 shots in a row before I even start to get buzzed. But I guess that doesn’t really count.
Again I am have been asked to make this more accurate...so lets see...No, I have never had sex....but then I never said that I did. You can have talents that dont include that with a guy. Gah...It is my personal choice to be a virgin and when I know it is the right time I will give it up...but not before then......
Favorite things:
OMG! Seriously? Fine, my favorite things would be reading, writing poetry, and having fun. What more is there to a 16 year old girl?
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Aesthetics
Combat
Years Practiced: Say it with me now…SINCE…5th…GRADE
Description:Seriously here we go again. I DON’T KNOW. I punch, I kick, I use my knees and if the situation calls for it I will bite you. Yeah you heard me. I BITE. Hey, I should so make that into a t-shirt or some shit. Bet they sell ‘em already. I need to check soon as I am done with this shit.
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History
AND now you want to know about my past. How I came to be who I am and why I am now gracing your little school with my presence. Yeah I know the drill. So yeah, was born in Scotland but migrated here when I was like 2 months old, lived in Brooklyn ever since then. Hence why despite my ethnicity I do have a bit of a Brooklyn accent to my voice. Life was not hard, sorry to say. Aside from the fact taht my father beat the shit out of me on a regular basis. But I came to live with that. My brother Erik always tried to protect me, but yeah, that never worked...Other than that it was actually pretty good from an outside perspective. My brother Erik was always a bit overprotective, so it caused me some shit in school, and still does. But yeah, whatever, he can just get over it. So where was I? Oh yeah, Brooklyn. Lived there my entire life in a nice little apartment with my mom, dad and Erik. My dad worked nights as a security guard for some manufacturing company and mom was a legal secretary or some shit like that. Most of the time it was up to me and Erik to get ourselves together and out the door to school. Which I did attend thank you very much. But it was not really a big deal. I liked being free to do as I pleased, and honestly that is probably how I turned out so good. Not held down by my parents to be some normal kid. Though god knows when they got the chance they tried. But yeah, as you can tell, it did not work. Anyways, so when I was 15 my dad was shot and killed at work. Some guys broke in and shot him so they could make off with about 56 bucks that they found on him. Yeah guess they thought the place had more cash stashed in it or some shit like that. Either way, he died, we buried him, everyone cried…yeah me to. He was my dad after all, despite how little he was around, and then life went on. Or at least it tried to. But turns out, in Brooklyn you cant really make a living when you don’t have that many skills and two kids to feed and cloth, so my mom called up her brother who lived in San Diego and he told her to come out here and he would help “us” out. So, just like that she uprooted me and Erik from our lives, our friends, and everything we had ever known to move to some sunny and happy city where everyone is so fake and full of shit. Then to make matters worse, we have to live in this perfect little suburban home my uncle bought for my mother, which is so not even close to our living status and makes people think that we are some well to do family when really we are just ghetto transplants. But hey, that’s how I got here and that is what you wanted to know. So, I think I am done.
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Living Status Information
Roommates: MY MOM AND MY BROTHER…so not repeating that one again.
Cases Against the Students: None so far.
Cases Against the Teachers: Have yet to make it that far.
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Stats
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 25
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 10
The Bio Approval Code Phrase:"Must be made of something weak...like Raditz." [/i]
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