Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 19:52:29 GMT -5
Lee; Mackenzie; Meister
Name: Mackenzie Lee
Nickname: Mac, Zee
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Meister
Position: Student
Class: One-Star
Partner: Waait a minute!
A Strong Body
Picture:
THEME
Five Finger Death Punch; The Pride; Kill the Noise Remix
Appearance: Mackenzie, for a start, dances a thin like between healthy and underweight, and has done throughout most of her life. Though this is not through any real fault of her own. Metabolism is something someone can hardly control, though sometimes they wish they could. Often enough during Shibusens Health Exams she will be deemed considerably underweight, though despite any efforts, diet has very little lasting effects. Of course, her size leaves her both agile, but lacking in energy. In short, she is tall and skinny, but build is deceiving, and muscle considerably less bulky than fat. Mackenzie is a being mostly built off of muscle, and lacking considerable amounts in fat. While she isn't a hulking monster of brute force, she can, and will, hurt you.
Her hair is a striking green color, short at he back, but allowed to grow longer at the front. Mostly, she does nothing with it. Her eyes take on a similar green hue; a strange combination at the least. On the topic of eyes, she often, if not always, sports a pair of goggles, to be worn in all sorts of ways; hanging around her neck, worn over her eyes, or on top on her head. They have a slight red-tint to them, almost like sunglasses, but they don't really have much practical use. It is also not rare for her to have developed dark circles under her eyes. As odd as it may sound, there are two types of dark circle; the 'I got into a fight and was punched in the face' dark circle, or 'I didn't get to sleep because I was cramming for mid-terms'. Her eyes can either be sharp and cunning, or 'flat' and 'I'm just about to crash'.
She also has no real dress-code. She just dresses for whatever, whenever. When she doesn't have to attend classes or chooses not to, she may not even change at all. She has a few choice outfits, one being the above image. The jacket is an earthy green, and the sleeves are much too long for her. Belts and buckles are a strong themes, covering much of the jacket itself, and buckles galore adorn her knee-high boots and pants, as well as a couple of chains that hang down just past two large front pockets. The zip on the front of the jacket is lined with a gold color. A hood comes up over her head, lined with fake fur, and behind trail two long strands of fabric. As crazy as it is, she can often been seen around the streets of Death City like this.
LINK; Her second outfit is a lot more practical for Death City, but still features a red scarf, and a jacket with only one sleeve on the left arm. A fabric bracer adorns her right wrist, a similar color to the scarf. More fittingly, she wears a pair of dark colored shorts, and any number of belts, but only one in this image. Her boots come just below her knee, and have an almost cowboy-like trim around the top of them. Under the jacket it a plain white t-shirt, though the only evidence of that would be on her right arm, the only with no sleeves from the jacket, except for two bands holding the jacket.
LINK; Probably her most Death City-worthy outfit, it's a little easier to look at her in this and not imagine her boiling to death. Plain white dress-shirt, possible with a vest or shirt underneath, a pair of shorts coupled with braces that can either go over her shoulder, or lay around her waist and legs. Heavy-duty boots for footwear keeps the ever strong 'tough girl' ideal in her. This is the most common of her outfits, though she probably has a few more.
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 149lbs
Fighting Style:
Quick, agile, and strong. Mackenzie might not be tactical or forward planning all the time, her years of fighting have taught her a few things. Generally, she is better with close-combat weapons. Her style consists of hitting when ever possible, and dodging as many attacks as possible too. While she hits fast and strong, she lacks much in the way of energy due to her build. Though she doesn't know much about pressure points and blind spots, she knows that whatever looks weak, you should at least try to hit. If possible, hit everywhere.
Her style can be very hit-and-miss, but not so much on human targets. Kishins are a mystery, and she may have to adapt. But for now, her style is just like her. Rough around the edges.
Personality: Generally, Mackenzie has a disagreeable personality. Temperamental, aggressive, and extremely patriotic to her homeland America. She has a short fuse on all manner of things. She doesn't like School, she doesn't like homework, she doesn't like waking up early, and she doesn't like going to bed late. It's very rare she finds someone she likes, and generally has a 'I do what I want, when I want' attitude that stems from her 'America is the land of the free' notion. She likes to pick fights and generally doesn't allow surrender if they picked the fight first.
Overall, she is one of the more hard-to-control of Shibusens students. Skipping classes to practice in the gym, her drive to want to improve her physical capabilities make her a strong Meister. However, her inability to write does not. Her aggression is a personality flaw and a lot to do with an upbringing of a 'only the strong survive' notion. Something she has taken to heart all her life. Along with this, she is extremely prideful, both of herself and her country. Though she fights, fighting dirty isn't her style, but if you bring a knife to a fist-fight, you can be sure she'll be dirty if she has to be.
On the whole, Mackenzie isn't good with people, and people aren't good with her. She tries to avoid contact, but at the same time is pretty desperate for a partner. A challenge to her is more like a call to arms, and a Kishin is a pretty good challenge. However, team work isn't her strong suit, and she knows this. Her obnoxious and prideful attitude gets in he way of a lot of things. She is rough and tumble, but often quiet and focused. She has a strong drive to improve herself, however, only physically and where the control of her soul wavelength is concerned.
On the rare occasion that she finds someone to call a friend, she tends to be less rude. Still rude, but to a lesser extent. She still expects her space from people, and that will never change, no matter who you are. She very rarely relies on others, even if she knows she needs to, and in this way, she is very hard-headed. In fact, there is one thing that Mackenzie ever relies on, and it's something that generally catches most people by surprise. Mackenzie will only ever admit to relying on 'God', if she has to say she relies on anything at all. It was He who made her wish to seek out and destroy the evil and corrupt. As far as she is concerned, He is the only thing aside from herself that will ever have the power to change her fate.
Inside the Soul
Abilities:
While Mackenzie has never had a Weapon partner, this has never stopped her from trying to best herself the best she could. From hours of training and a drive like few others possess, she managed to gain the ability to perform a Soul Purge. While, so far, it is no more standard than the next novice Meister, it is still a potent ability all in it's own. For it to be used successfully, Mackenzie must have direct contact with the flat of her palm. The energies of her wavelength are channeled down her arm, and into the other. Mackenzie still looks to improve this, and it has become a regular appearance in her training. She originally found out she had this potential during her school years, when someone decided to prod her a little too far to the edge. It was also the opening of the door for her as far as Shibusen went.
Resonances: n/a
Out of your Mind
Strengths:
+Agile
+High Stamina
+Fast Reflexes
+Physical Strength
Weaknesses:
-Not very strategic
-Lack of Energy
-Psychologically Weak
-Unintelligent
-Build makes her more prone to serious injury.
Hobbies:
=Using the Gym/Working out/Physical Improvement
Likes:
+America
+Guns. Big guns.
+Heavy Metal
+Bikes
+Muscle Cars
+Fighting
Dislikes:
-Pop Music
-Tea
-Art, all kinds
-People
-Indoors
-Europe
-Cleaning. Living sloppy will do her fine.
-PDA (Keep makeouts out of the school!
Aspirations:
Help to purge Gods great land of evil! (Kill Kishins, essentially)
History: Mackenzie was born in New York and for most of her life she lived there, before she came to Shibusen. She was an only child, and her father, a single parent. Her mother had run off, wanting nothing to do with her child, leaving her father to cope on his own. He'd like to say he did a good job. He was a good enough father, if you could say that. He tried his best, but he was a busy man. For the early stages of her life, Mackenzie was more familiar with her nanny than her father. He'd work just to keep a roof over their heads, and though he loved his daughter, they very rarely spent much time together. While he was affected by the leave of Mackenzie's mother, he neither let it show, or took it out on Mackenzie. In fact, he took it as a sign. One from God. And this was where his daughters beliefs come from.
He believed that God was punishing him for his sins with the leave of his partner, but gifted him with another chance in Mackenzie. So, he always did his best for her, even if he wasn't always there, and most importantly, he taught her about his beliefs, and he told her about her mother, the signs they served. Mackenzie, being generally unintelligent believed each word as she grew up, and still does. She never questioned Him, or her father. Though neither of the two were very 'hardcore' in their beliefs.
As she grew up and became more independent, her father remained away at work even more. School didn't matter much to her. Her father could never attend Parent Teacher meetings, and her reports where gone from the house before he could even realize they were there. She began to skip school and start fights, getting into more trouble than she was worth. It was at this time in her life where most of her problems were. During her very first years, there was almost instantly a problem. She just couldn't get words, as it were. They flew over her head, no matter what. Writing and reading alluded her. She was put into a Special Eds class, and it was then that she started to feel worthless. And so the fighting began.
She started exercising for no other reason than to be the biggest and the baddest during the end of high school. She'd take on anyone who said a word, and sometimes just for fun. She was suspended time after time. In an attempt to get whatever stress was causing this out, her father took her to a shooting range. She learnt to shoot and handle a gun pretty quickly, and it became apparent that academic enterprises just weren't her game. Though the shooting range did in fact help her stress levels, she never was and never would be a perfect student. She spent most of her life re-doing grades and being kept behind. She couldn't read, or write.
Over the years, she never really changed. Her attitude was overshadowed by her personal prayers at lunch, and just before she started a fight. And one of those fights led her straight into the jaws of Shibusen. As far as she can remember, the kid who started it had been making jabs at her for her religion for a while, and there's one thing you don't do to a person like Mackenzie. Insult her reason for being. The kid was beaten all shades of black a blue, and the last hit took Mackenzie down with him. Mackenzie hadn't even thrown a punch when it happened; she was just about to. Her hand went flat against her opponents chest and forced him to a wall. She felt a surge in that arm, filled with rage, there was blue...
...and the rest is a blur. It took her down with it, and it was drawn to the attention of all kinds of people. Including Shibusen. Claiming they had the purpose Mackenzie was looking for, they managed to convince her to apply, beaten and bruised in a hospital bed, with a broken arm and a black eye. She could have given anything to leave New York, and given anything for another chance. She had decided to purge the world of people who opposed God, whomever that God might be, including the Shinigami himself. Kishins became her new prey, as another life on the other side of the continent began.
Extra Notes:
- She can't write. She also can't read. Yes. Legitimately, she can't read or write.
Behind the strings
Alias: Kensie
Other characters: None!
Face Claim: GUMI; Vocaloid
RP Sample:
It was the first thing in the morning, the sleeping sun rising into the clear sky, it's light breaking through the slight gap between the two curtains that otherwise shielded the room from the outside. The orange knife sliced through the air of the bedroom, up the bed, hitting the wall at the far end of the messy abode. It was dusty, and clothes were discarded carelessly on the floor. A single hand fell by the side of the bed, and a messy tangle of green stood out in a fabric sea of black duvet. It was completely silent. The curtains flapped slightly, as the cracked-open window let a small breeze dance its way through. The night before had been warm. Too warm for the rooms occupant, to say the least. An empty glass stood atop a draw, the middle one slightly open, full of socks. There was a shuffle from the mass under the covers, and a groan.
The mass of green turned to reveal the side of a face. She could feel the warming sun on her skin already, and a piercing lime eye opened, to stare straight into the sun. It was quickly closed again, and the girl turned over onto her other side to avoid the bright light. Another groan. She was still tired from the lack of sleep from the night before. A hand reached back over to collect the glass from the side of the bed. For a while, her hand just waved about, trying to find the illusive thing, before she felt the cold of the empty glass in her hands. Pulling herself up from the covers, the green-haired Meister brought the glass to her lips to have a drink. There was nothing left.
Mackenzie sighed.
After staying put for a few moments, she discarded her glass on the other side of the bed. Pulling her legs up to cross in front of her, she rubbed her eyes, and looked towards the window. A digital alarm started sounding in the dark, hot, quiet room. It came from the other end of the room, near the window. Beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep. The Meister looked to her side. 5:45. It was a Monday. She had school on a Monday. After slight contemplation, the girl leaned over, and brought her hands, together, up to her face. "Dear Lord, from where ever you may watch me, please, help me get through this day. I think both our lives would be all the better that way. May you forgive my sins, and prepare my mind for this days trials." There was a pause. "Amen"
Another pause. She sighed, relaxing her hands and straightening her back. She pulled back the covers, and got out of bed.
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