Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2014 11:51:12 GMT -5
Blackwell; Patricia;Weapon
Name: Patricia Blackwell
Nickname: Trish, Pat
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Weapon
Position: Student
Class: One Star
Partner: Sadly single
A Strong Body
Picture:
Appearance:
Patricia’s has a slim trimmed figure caused primarily by the dancing lessons she had been participating in ever since she was a young girl. Her crimson hair gently floats down to her neck all away around with her bangs hanging loose over her eyebrows. Her complexion is fair as it is usually flush from either overheating or embarrassment. long smooth legs firmly planted revealing her well muscled legs from dancing. Her upper body is petite as she doesn’t do strenuous labor or work out too often. Having an hourglass figure, because of her dancers frame. Despite her leg muscles, the rest of her is thin. Peeking out from behind her bangs are emerald colored eyes.
Her wardrobe is nearly completely riddled with the same purple uniform and skirt with the exception of a few piece of apparel that fall in the winter section. A white collared undershirt, neatly covered with a purple button up shirt. The purple jacket made of a fine silk with white marble buttons both on the cuffs as well as the buttons for her jacket. Underneath it all is a dark violet short skirt which compliments her figure. Sometimes from the collar hangs a red tie but most of the time she doesn’t wear this.
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 121
Fighting Style: As she is a weapon, her personal skills fighting don’t normally influence how a fight goes. However in human form her fragile figure, makes it hard to fight against superior opponents. She would prefer to run away then fight, but she is often uses her agility and wit to dodge and strike. Not being trained in any specific fighting style though she primarily is left to dodge her opponent. Little to no muscle mass her punches don’t deliver much power to her strikes.
Personality:
Like any teenage girl, Patricia thrives in the moment. Rising or falling to the occasion which those around her have staged. Secluded and socially awkward, her most comfortable position is bathing in the luxurious rays of the sun while listening to music. Her life revolves around the music in her head phones. normally trying to keep on the hip and upbeat song she too walks the streets in a chip mood. When the day is dreary and been dragging on far too long her usual cheery and perky self wanes partially showing more signs of fatigue and exhaustion. This however, doesn’t solely change her mood on it’s own because when other are in conflict with one another, be that an argument or physical fight she will gladly rise to the occasion to scold them for such behavior.
If faced with conflict Patricia shies away from being the diplomat. While capable of being strong judging hand she enjoys to keep herself in situations where she won’t be hurt. With friends her loyalty is shaky at best, if they are in a fight she is more likely to sprint and hide then jump into the fray. True friends or love interests will cause her to act strangely, those she truly cares for causes a strange rash side allowing her to pick fight over flight. If threatened she would gladly risk her life for the ones she hold most dear.
Strangers cause her to be extremely coy in a social gathering Patricia is one of those students who awkwardly stands in the group not saying much but desperately trying to belong. She could never fit in with the cool kids or the nerds as her appearance and timid personality causes both groups to judge her as an outcast. In class she tries to answer a well rounded amount of questions even if she knew the answer to the other. Eager to learn and yearning for a place to belong Patricia sits on the sidelines of life still waiting. Enjoying songs and dances she tries to keep her spirits up no matter what the occasion by humming or jostling about rhythmically.
Overall Patricia is a gentle soul who is the type of person you would wish to join you in your hour of grief. Loving for all people of the world she somehow finds it in herself to show mercy even to those who have hurt her. Sometimes set in her ways, Patricia can show a more stubborn pig headed side, when people are deciding to be argumentative.
Inside the Soul
Weapon form: A long 4 and ½ foot curved saber, Patricia’s hilt is a leather covered metal pole which is made to feel smooth upon the hands to prevent unnecessary chafing.
Partial Form: Her dominant leg, which is the left, can become a curved saber which allows her to use her dancing abilities to swing the blade about as her effectiveness of moving her lower body out matches that of her upper body.
Resonances: None in mind but as she meets more people she will find her soul resonance.
Out of your Mind
Strengths:
Agile
High Endurance
Flexible
Weaknesses:
Inexperienced
Physically weak
Fragile
Hobbies:Patricia often dances in her free time in seclusion. Also plays the violin in her free time.
Likes: Pop Music, pastas, dancing and singing.
Dislikes: Country Music, seafood, training, and watching television.
Aspirations: It may be cheesy but all Patricia really wants is to find a dear friend. None so far have ever provided the support or foundation which she had looked for.
History:
Before she even heard of Death City, Patricia lived with her parent in Bacup, Lancashire of England. Being born to wealth one would have thought she would turn out to just be a normal spoiled brat, to the contrary though she learned to share her wealth even at school. With such wealth amongst her family she enjoyed socializing with people or all stereotypes. She didn’t discriminate against anyone. Having been grown up in a catholic family she was use to helping those around her and firmly believed in assisting those less fortunate than herself. Raised through a catholic private school she began to insist from her parents that she was to be treated like any other person.
Respecting her wishes they allowed her to choose her school where she learned that not all of the world was as happy as hers was. Giving her lunch money freely to her fellow students Patricia practically fasted from breakfast to dinner each and every day. It was hard on her body, but she knew that the others were starving till lunch time every day. She was nine when she first learned that she was a weapon. Patricia one day after coming home her parents took her aside to discuss something.
Patricia started dancing when she hit middle school. She learned ballet as well as hip hop from the late night outings she use to attend with her friends on the street. This expression through her dancing continued to influence her mood and decisions. She always laughed when she was twirling about on her left leg. Eventually she began to shift mid twirl, which caused a few bruises at first till she finally figured out how to shifter her leg in mid dance. Having hidden her ability she was scared her parent would have thought he some devil child or something. While she was twirling about her father stepped in on her with great joy she was taking such joy in dancing. Then he noticed that the leg she was on and realized she to was blessed with the same ability he had. Her father was a weapon just like her and they knew since she was a child there was the possibility she would posses such a gift. So, after hearing the tale that her mother and father were once meister’s raised at deaths academy she began to test whether she was gifted. Turning her leg into a sabre blade she extended the blade appendage out for them to admire.
Beginning to learn the differences in the cliques of middle school her parents began noticing a difference in her sunny self. As if a dark gloom slowly began to set into her heart. They were at the point where they were going to insist that she returned to private school when she appeared to be just like she was left before. During that period though she began to associate with anyone and everyone learning what it was like to live in the poverty of the normal children. Before her 14th birthday her parents died coming home from a party that was hosted by some close friends. Nothing could compare to the pain which she felt that day her closest family gone in an instance.
The phone call still rings sharply in her ear till today. The police called the mansion at midnight saying that their was a terrible accident on the country road just a couple miles up from the house. The car was hit by an oncoming truck and crashed into a ditch. The details continued explaining that her father was probably killed in the physical crash while her mother slowly bled to death in the passenger seat with the car door puncturing her side. The funeral was three days after the accident where all her relatives and friends paid their respects.
Taken in by her uncle and aunt they once again started putting her into private school when Patricia ran away from home. She wasn’t the same after her parents death but she knew they were in a better place and their parents wishes was on her 15th birthday that she would be sent to Shibusen. As her will said at the funeral the aunt and uncle sent Patricia to the academy which she was to learn to be a true weapon. Her aunt and uncle ordered their chauffeur Gerald to make sure she got to this Shibusen place which they had heard about. On the flight she merely wondered what the classes would be like.
Behind the strings
Alias: Raven
Other characters: None
Face Claim: Meitantei Shikkaku na Kanojo Akane Shinomiya
RP Sample:
Password: Sloppy Makeouts
Death City was glowing with the rays which shone down from the sun on it. No wind could be felt upon your skin when a black CRV drove her up to the School. From the car appeared to slender legs dressed in a cute purple outfit that complimented Patricia’s face beautifully. Peeking out from behind a smile her canines were the most distinct part of her smile. Brushing her bangs to the side Trish looked about the exterior of the school of weapons and meisters. The cabby who went by the name of Gerald then walked around to the boot of the car to pull out the child’s necessities. From the boot was removed two well sized suitcases which had handles for wheeling them about. The tall driver was dressed in black with a the usual chauffeur suit and hat.
How odd of a town I never could have imagined such a quaint little abode. And to think this is a place where weapons and meisters learn to fight off witches and other evil beings. I hope I begin to fit in quickly. Walking up the numerous stair case with Gerald carrying the luggage behind they finally managed to reach the top. “Hello anyone? It is Patricia Blackwell. I believe that I should have a dorm?” She coughed trying to sound as polite as she could. Looking back to her Chauffeur she hoped that she kept up her manners but he made no apparent expression of concern one way or the other. In fact he was now walking back out to the car. Taking a deep breath and swallowing Patricia’s nerves began to kick in. Don’t freak out sure everyone here is quite welcoming. The chauffeur was speeding off out of sight when all her luggage was out of the car. “Wait I don’t even know if I am welcome here!”
Upon the staircase Patricia waited for someone who could explain where she was going. “I guess this day could have started off worse.” She shrugged sitting down with her arms resting on both of the bags. At first she was going to just wait for an adult to appear but she began to take the initiative to go adventuring the campus in hopes of finding the dorm. "I can't imagine the dorms would be to hard to find."
