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* Zasha Catherine Blanche !
[/size]Full Name: Zasha Catherine Blanche
Nicknames: Zap, Hack..
Codename: Hack
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Birthday: October 1
Species: Mutant
Orientation: Heterosexual
Status: Single
Face Claim: Lily Cole
Student/Professor/Occupation: Student, attends the Xavier School.
Which side are you on?:X-men
Abilities: Has the ability to touch an object, with an electrical current traveling through it, and can control said object, or take said electrical current into herself to use to electrocute others. Therefore, she can be very useful if you wish to break firewalls or sneak out without having the cameras catch you.
Ability Limits: She can only do so much before her body becomes physically tired, which can spell trouble if her mind is still fighting a firewall or if she is conducting a current. Also her body is very weak, putting her at risk if she is faced with a very physical enemy.
Character: Original
Eyes: Light blue, almond shaped and always seem so sorrowful, as if she has been crying all her life.
Hair: Long, a delicate red, and slightly curly.
Body Type: Very thin and fragile looking, easily bruised and cut.
Weight: 120
Height: 5'6
Flaws: Has a dark pink scar over her left shoulder where she was hit by her father, a dark short stab wound on her leg (also from her father), and a scattering of smaller scars from scratches from when she escaped. She has a habit of picking at wounds if they are not covered up.
Favorite: Her light blue eyes and gentle face. She feels sometimes as if this is the only thing people like about her, therefore, she should like it too.
GENERAL APPEARANCE---
Pale skin, stretched tightly over thin muscles and bony limbs bring forth a model-like appearance. Her soft, gentle face holds sad light blue eyes, that no matter what she tries always make people think she is upset. Her hair is long, curling wildly at times and sometimes just falling flat in straight red lines. She smiles out at people with a soft curl of delicate, little, pink lips, and it is almost impossible for anybody not to join in with her happiness.
Wardrobe: Zasha always wears light colored clothes, no matter whether they be play or formal. For formal wear she enjoys lace, since it gives something for her nervous hands to wring. When out and about, whenever she gets invited out, she likes to wear dainty, feminine colors, exemplifying her more delicate features. However, when its business time, she wears black and slicks her hair down, giving her the harsh look of a drill instructor.
The Likes:
- Lace
- Moonlight
- Sweets
The Dislikes:
- Sunlight (It gives her horrid sunburns)
- Big Crowds
- Fish
The Fears:
- Her father
- Magneto
The Hopes & Dreams:
- Peace between the humans and mutants
- To find someone who accepts all of her
Strengths:
- Loyal
- Concentrated
- Protective
- A good listener
Weaknesses:
- Shy
- Fragile
- Has trouble getting her point across
- Awkward
GENERAL PERSONALITY---Zasha enjoys to be around people, and then again she doesn't. She has been described as fickle, when really what it is is that she is very shy. When new people step into her small circle of friends, she backs away, afraid of trusting too many people. To the people who know her best, she is kind and a very good listener, often a good person to curl up with a bowl of ice cream and cry over your troubles with. She herself, never states any of her troubles, preferring not to bother anyone with them. When her friends are in danger, she is extremely protective and loyal, and will stand up against any foe, which is hilarious to see this fragile girl do. Though one will have to admit, she has courage when she needs it most.
Mother: Angelica Santsa Blanche. (Presumed dead)
Father: James Gregory Blanche (MMA, Presumed Dead)
Sibling(s): None
Hometown: Birdseye, Washington
GENERAL HISTORY---
Born October 1, to a considerably happy family, nothing at all seemed the matter on the outside. However, it is always what happens behind closed doors that counts. Young Zasha grew up listening to her father yell and beat on her mother, but never understood why. She inquired as to why her mother had received a particularly nasty bruise one day, and her mother showed her.
By burning a piece of paper in her hands.
From then on, Zasha understood that her mother had kept a secret from her father until about the time of Zasha's birth, when the little girl had showed her own powers. Slowly, but surely, Zasha presented more and more promise in her skill, causing her father to turn his hand against her. Her mother couldn't bear to see her child hurt like this, so she arranged for the girl to be sent away to Xavier's one dark night.
However, somehow her husband found out about this plan and cut them off half way, stating that the little girl's powers could be used to better the world. Her mother sent the girl on forward, telling her to follow 'the instructions' as the ground around the battered woman began to burn. Soon everything went up in flame, young Zasha being able to travel a good ways due to the intensity of the blaze. She soon realized that 'the instructions' were the thoughts of Professor Xavier being projected into her head as she walked.
Two bus trips and meeting with a helicopter in the middle of the forest later, she arrived at Xavier's school. Though battered, dirty, and smelling of burning brush, she knew now that she was safe, far away from the horrors of her past life.
Alias: Zero
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rules: Yes.
RP Experience: 7 years
Where did you find us?: I was looking through the affiliates of another site.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE---Sunlight. Blessed sunlight that slipped through the branches of the cherry tree, freckling the dark figure resting underneath its gaze. The sun peered down at this figure under the obscuring tree curiously. A bright yellow sword was resting on its knees, and it seemed as if it neither breathed or moved. Perhaps this creature was dead.The wind rushed through the tree's branches, slightly stirring the the amber dreads flowing down this creatures back.
The sun looked closer, brightening its beams as they lay across the creature's face. It was a female, her skin dark in color, but body colorfully decorated. She had her hair pulled back out of her face, and had both hands resting on her knees. The sun soon realized that this female creature was simply meditating, and grew bored with watching her. Then the sun hid its light behind the coming storm.
She opened her eyes, looking straight ahead of her, easily focusing in on the people passing across the field in front of her since the sun had now disappeared. The people before her were of her own division, most of them conversing between themselves, others meditating like she had been, and a rare few were training. The training ones were always the ones that caught her attention; she was always looking for a way to improve her divisions fighting skills.
She focused in on one particular pair and watched the two men prepare themselves, rushing at each other in a practice fight. Her eyes narrowed as the fight unfolded, the men grunting and sometimes resorting to dirty ploys, the latter encouraged by she herself. If you were in a live or die situation, customs can just burn in hell. A frown crossed her dark face as she watched; she spotted mistakes in their fight.
The one on the left leaned to hard on his attacks, trying to force the other into submission. The one on the right was able to hold up on against the attacks, but he held his sword oddly. Both of these mistakes needed to be nipped in the bud, which meant further meditating could wait till later. She got up, slipping her blade into its sheath on her back, then dusting the dirt off her clothes. She then quietly began making her way over to them, still watching them repeat these mistakes.
The two spotted her halfway through her approach and paused in their fight, bowing to her respectfully, a bow she returned. She then moved to the one on the right, plucking his sword from his hands. She weighted it on her right finger and then held it in her own, trying to find the best point of balance. Her gaze met the man's and she asked him a simple question, "Which hand to you write with?" He held out his left to her and she nodded, pausing and trying to figure out the best way for him to hold the hilt. When she came to a conclusion, She pulled his hands toward her and slipped the hilt into his left hand, adjusting his sword so that he was holding it properly with his lead arm. She then stepped back and motioned for them to begin again, wanting to see if the first mistake was fixed.
They fought, the one on the left pushing hard again. This time, however, the one on the right bested him. He shoved hard with his new found strength from his correct hold, and the one on the left was pushed onto his ass. He looked up to her, expecting a comment. "Don't throw all your strength into your first blow. Hold back and strike them when they are distracted, with all your strength. You will do much better."
She bowed to both of them before turning on her toes and walking back to her resting spot. She drew her sword again, resting it in her hands and then slowly kneeling herself to the ground and pulling herself into an indian style position. Soon she was lost in deep meditation with her zanpakuto, only to be interrupted by the drops of rain landing on her head.
