Post by MOSA JORDAN on Jan 6, 2012 19:27:24 GMT -5
MOSA ZABREANNON JORDAN
Fire Elemental
Fire Elemental
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FULL NAME: Mosa Zabreannon Jordan
NICKNAMES/ALIAS: Mosey, Zabe.
HIRED NAME: Kitten.
AGE: Twenty.
BIRTHDAY: November 10th
BIRTHPLACE: NYC, New York.
OCCUPATION: Stock broker, freelance rebel, bomb expert.
GENDER: Female.
ORIENTATION: Pansexual.
LOYALTY: Herself.
SPECIES: Fire Elemental.
REGISTERED?: No.
PIERCINGS: Eyebrow, lip, nose, septum, gauged ears (2's).
FACE: Rooney Mara!
EYE COLOR: Green.
SKIN TONE: Pale, pale, pale.
HAIR COLOR: Light Brown.
HEIGHT: 5' 3"
WEIGHT: 114 lbs
FASHION STYLE: Punk-esque, no fucks given.
FAVORITE HOBBY/ACTIVITY: Smoke, drink, cause chaos. She goes to gun ranges and hunts frequently.
PERSONAL STRENGTHS: FIAH. Bahah, no. She's proficient in using most handguns and throwing knives. Zabe's partial to being cold and not letting anyone in. Anything to keep herself protected.
PERSONAL WEAKNESSES: People in general, she's socially awkward. Water and cold is a big nono.
QUIRKS/HABITS: Nail biter, teeth grinder, often drums her fingers against things. Always keeps her hands busy.
FEARS: Conformity, Big Brother, Death (her death, anyway), not being in control.
WISHES: Anarchy.
SECRETS: They're kept secret, why would she tell you what they are?
PERSONALITY:
Mosa's first priority is herself. Let me tell you, if you don't know it when you first meet her, Zabe's bitchiness will catch anyone off guard. She looks like a bitch.. And she can be one. Mosa finds most things frivolous because they are connected with emotions. Relationships, friendships: they're all emotionally driven, and Mosa is not emotional if she can help it. Her apathy puts people off more often than not; she doesn't sympathize, she doesn't try to be gentle with her words. While she is very laid back in demeanor, and seems to have a charisma with people. It's all about the physical reaction; adrenaline, relief, ecstasy. She likes out smarting other people, such as authorities or competition.
Manipulation, greed, cunning, and being fraudulent are not beneath her. She has also told herself that to keep things from getting complicated, avoiding any real relationship is a good idea. Enemies she has, but friends? Not so much, acquaintances do just fine. Every connection she has is a possible weakness. And Mosa does not trust easily. Trust is earned, and if you plan on being friends with this girl; prepare to do some work.
All in all: Zabe can be a pleasant person to be around. On the outside she may be a hardened girl with barely any emotions, but on the inside? She's always hurting. Craves attention, but knows she cannot seek it. Frail and fighting to keep what she owns and the handful of people she loves.
MOTHER: Alexa Rose Von Greiger-Jordan|39|Human|House Wife|Deceased
FATHER: Brennon Jordan|43|Fire Elemental|Stock Broker|Deceased
SIBLING(S): Mina Alexa Jordan|20|Fire Elemental|Unknown|Unknown
PET(S): Pino|1|Russian Blue (cat)|Alive?
HISTORY:
cover these up, he gave Mina to relatives as to slow down the chaos that was the family ability. Zabe grew up a lonely, only child, never knowing the love of a mother. Barely knowing the love of a father.
On her 13th birthday Mosa looked for her long lost sister, and succeeded. The reconciliation went a little like this: hello hug, hello stab, explanation of sexual abuse and money hoarding, getting smacked around for a few hours, relatives come home and witness the horror that is a rich and powerful man's closest daughter being bludgeoned nearly to death, call said man and apologize, pay hospital bills with the money they had been stealing from his second daughter, go home, reflection.
She never tried to contact her sister again, naturally. Multiple lacerations and puncture wounds, broken ribs, dislocated jaw, third degree burns on her arms and torso, and broken fingers. What a birthday present indeed. She never let her guard down after that point. She even went as far as to take self defense classes and picked up a new hobby: Hunting.
When 2008 rolled around, her father started getting jumpy. She watched him pace and make phone calls to various persons who remained nameless. She watched him create bombs, her father finally did an arts and crafts project with his daughter: how to make things go boom. The first government building leveled was her fathers work. He was killed not three days later. The next three were destroyed by alias 'kitten'. They questioned her for days on end, but more buildings had gone down. They couldn't hold her, but kept watch until she was 18 years old.
Emancipation is a fine thing, living on her own since she was 16 was joyous. Mosa didn't mourn for her father, instead she bombed empty buildings that represented the structure that was the American Government. In her grew a hate for powerless humans and their government. And to this day, has not been found out as a fire elemental.
She now works as a stock broker, following in her father's footsteps. And without the United States Government finding out, often helps the Rebels. For a price.
REACTION/FEELINGS TOWARDS SUPERNATURALS: Indifferent, but feels the need to prove she's better than other fire elementals.
MENTIONABLE BELONGINGS: Always wears a small silver ring on her left pinkie finger.
OTHER: Bow chicka bow wow.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Some people say money can't buy you happiness. Some people also say that dogs can't look up. But Rae found that with just the right amount of credits you can buy your way into the most exclusive clubs, get you the right kind of drugs, and bypass certain friendly guards that are protecting a particular entrance to the Under city. With it's molding, cracked buildings and soiled ground. Whose children are starving and parents are off to fend for themselves. A place where the horrid Kyuu run rampant and the soldiers dictate who lives and who well.. You get the picture. Yes, it was easy to get into the under city, for Rae anyway. The trick now was to maneuver through the workings most foul and to get to where she wanted. To the place found years before.
But for today it looked like the fates had planned something more eventful, and much, much more dangerous.. "Bitch, who the hell do you think you are? Two... Three." The sounds of conflict reached her, and Rae certainly loved a good fight. But a gunshot rang through the streets, the sounds bouncing off of the walls in an eerie echo that shook Rae to the core. Her hands trembled, a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Who was shooting? A soldier or a Under city civilian?
Grubby little children scurried around her while she weaved through to the ally, intrigued by what the residents only saw as common behavior. Shootings in public when there are many of the so called Kyuu wouldn't be so unwelcome if she called this place home.
And as the rats scurried about the metal tipped boots, her heels clicked along the uneven pavement on the way to the source of the shot. An ally, of course, the text book description of shady doings; a woman, a soldier perhaps, was standing, gun resting on her neck. A yellowed-teeth stranger cowered before her wake. This brown haired killer didn't look like much from the back, only her pistol, with it's cold steel and certain death, seemed menacing. Until, that is, she saw the red pool that surrounded said mystery woman's feet. Rae's face paled, the man whom Mystery woman had shot was on the ground of some no-name ally, face down, his hand reached out toward her killer's foot as if pleading.
A small giggle passed through her, a small one, but audible. Was he trying to plead to his killer before she shot him? Pathetic. At least go out with some sort of dignity.. A hand clasped her mouth; cheeks reddening, and her body slipped behind the building more. As to not be seen, of course. What would this killer, with a cold and calculating air about her, do with the nearly -- now dead man? Both arms dropped to her sides; eyebrows raised and her teeth gnawing at her lip. That would she do with the bodies? Those two certainly weren't Kyuu, and the more she looked at the Mystery woman, the less she looked like a soldier.
Local? Or an Upper citizen, like herself, looking for the thrills of the lower city? Had she too, dreamed of the day in which the upper city was torn down and life once again flourished on the actual earth? When the days of Metal floors and fake grass were no longer imaginable?
Or was she just looking for the thrill of something illegal. To just kill for the sake of killing.
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