« Prev 1 Next » Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first Author Topic: Hart, Sylvia (Read 550 times) hart Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Hart, Sylvia « Sept 19, 2009 18:58:48 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top ~Personal Information~ School: John C. Fremont High Year: Sophomore Occupation: N/A Position: N/A Name: Sylvia Hart Alias: Sylvie DOB: April 23, 1993 Age: Sixteen years old Nationality: American Ethnicity: English Blood Type: A- Height: Five Feet, Five Inches Weight: One-hundred and Seventeen Pounds Hair: Blond, Two inches above waist, irregularly trimmed bangs. Eyes: Gray Handedness: Right Sexual Orientation: Straight/Heterosexual ~Physical Appearance & Apparel~ A fair-skinned teenage girl with a trim figure, many often have judged her to be extremely thin underneath her clothing, close to anorexic; a false observation as most of her weight is focused around her chest and upper body, giving her a modestly-sized bust while leaving her abdomen and lower body slim with small love handles at her sides. Her muscle-to-fat ratio is around 25% with somewhat toned legs, while her arms lack any defining muscular lines. There are no indications of artificial markings of any sort, including any visible scars of bruises. Her facial features, though maintained by modest curves with a few contrasting features, starting with the sharp angle below her chin, curved by a broad jawline that ends with ears flattened against her temples. Above, her small lips accentuate her pointed nose, sided by recessed cheekbones, and her optimistic gray eyes socketed by a small cleft by her brow and eyelashes. If her hair is tied to a bun, a fairly small forehead with a rounded hairline can be seen. Outside of the school uniform, there are two modes of clothing she wears, depending on her environment and the people she's with. When she's around people she knows, she typically wears fashionable clothing, ranging from autumn-colored skirts, expensive-looking pants, jackets of various earthen colors, various shirts of differing designs or sweaters, with a light scarf, depending on the weather. Otherwise, she stays simple, preferring jeans or long skirts, with an accompanying dress shirt (typically from her uniform) or a t-shirt, a sweater or light coat, if it's cold or uncomfortable. ~Personality~ A normal girl with a sincere heart, willing kindness, a strong mind, and a love for honesty, she is someone who disdains violence and all of its forms, preferring calmer, non-violent methods of conflict resolution. She is outgoing and cheerful, being the type whose actions speak louder than her words, in both the metaphorical and literal sense, while holding an innate sense of justice, unwilling to let matters, whether trivial or significant, go unresolved. Apathy is viewed by her as a way to "throw away responsibility", but she, whether she knows it or not, tends to adhere to this, wishing that someone or something would do resolve it in her place. She takes people's opinions of her very seriously, taking the time to change her appearance if there was any criticism against her; she does ignore insulting remarks, however. Around her friends, her normal persona is that of a agreeable girl who simply nods and says "yes" with a variety of responses based on her mood, the general atmosphere around her, and what she feels like doing. This may result in a psychotic, happy girl who is always sweet, kind, and nice to people, despite her rather direct approach. Or this would lead to a somewhat stoic girl, who always watches what people do and rarely acts on her own without being prodded along by someone else. Though she may separate her private and social life, in order to fit into whatever mold she has to, she wouldn't act too differently. However, depending on what her friends and acquaintances first impression of her was, she may change greatly, or it might just be a little thing that's easily ignored; she always believes that she still acts the same, even with the "little" changes to her persona. If forced into a difficult situation, however, the idea of surviving becomes her main focus and goal, but not to the extent that she would try to incapacitate or kill anyone. In fact, it's impossible to associate her with anything related to fighting at all. ~Grades~ STR: F DEX: F CON: F WIS: E ~Style A pacifist in methodology and philosophy, she only possesses slight hints of fighting technique and skill. Much of what she has learned came as a result of improvisation, her solutions to seemingly-impossible problems, and basic survival skills, with the adage, "Run away, live to fight another day", a core tenet of her belief. A technical fighter, in the broadest definition, she has a tendency to use counter-reactive forms of combat with an emphasis on speed, considering her light frame and weak muscle build, and her punches and kicks being little more than a thrown book or a swinging umbrella. She implements a Tai-chi philosophy in regards to its use of "chi" (Read as: Strength) and how to manipulate it without basic knowledge of its forms in order to "defeat" (Read as: Run Away From) stronger, menacing opponents; this was and still is the closest she has ever been to learning a martial art. She is capable of dodging strikes from opponents, but only in the sense that an average person can break a stone block with their bare fists; she relies on basic methods of evasion, but they are often one-dimensional and easily read, forcing her to use objects or her arms to shield herself. The implements she tends to use in combat are often derived from objects obtained from the local environment, or a legal deterrent that is not frowned by the school such as pepper sprays or taser guns, if allowed. But if procuring weapons isn't possible or allowed, she would then use the local area to her advantage, using doors if inside a building to block or hit, or using the walls to lead an aggressive opponent to hurt themselves; this largely depends on how confident the opponent can beat her and whether she is prepared for the opportunity. If forced to fight hand-to-hand, she will use basic fighting techniques she has watched numerous fighters perform, improvise with what she has available in hand, or simply shield herself until an opportunity to get away from the situation arises. Worst still, if pressured to a wall or a corner, she will furiously fight like a wild, starving hyena, and use anything she can to get out of there, including but not limited to, her nails, blows to the groin, or biting. Often times, however, she will attempt to distract the opponent long enough for her to contact someone she know will help her. If that is not possible, she will try and get any nearby fighters or people to help. ~Weaknesses Her core weakness is the inability to fight effectively; everything else is subordinate to this fundamental flaw. Anyone with an inch of skill can fight against her and win, only having to worry when she begins using local objects in her immediate environment, or pepper spray. Anyone far beyond her in skill or physique won't even have to worry about her counter-attacking; aggressive fighters, by nature, can easily defeat her if they're careful. ~Strengths What she lacks in fighting, she more than makes up for her mind and her intelligence. Fighters who believe that they hold the advantage, regardless of their situation, and press on without considering any of the consequences for their actions, can be manipulated by her, depending on the fighter's intelligence. « Last Edit: Nov 3, 2009 20:28:36 GMT -6 by hart » Back to Top   hart Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Hart, Sylvia « Sept 19, 2009 19:09:04 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top ~Prologue~ Once upon a time, there was a little girl who believed she could fly. Her dreams were magnificent; beyond the ordinary; entirely fantastical; surely on a whim. She held high hopes believing she could do anything, limited only by what her mind could create. There was nothing impossible for this girl, nothing that could not come to life as long as she had the desire to create it. The entire world was a gigantic storybook and there was only one main character with everyone else the supporting cast. That was the nature of who she was. One day, on a quiet afternoon, she walked out to the porch, finding her grandfather sitting by, rocking silently against the sun, swaying gently with the wind, eyes closed in a form too serene for life, yet his slight, heaving chest pushed the prospect of death away. She decided to wake him up and ask him again for that promise he had to keep. Indeed, the minute he awakened, he kept that promise. The story he recited was that of another girl, living a normal life, brought up in a caring family, growing up with selfless dreams and wishes, the idea of an extraordinary life a matter best left to storytellers and writers. Her family was a beautiful sight to behold, both in their relationships with one another, and the harmony they portrayed to society. A family of four, her father was a doctor who worked all his life saving people, her mother was a strict yet loving disciplinarian who raised the children, and her sister was a brat who loved teasing her about all embarrassing matters, whether real or not. From preschool on, she learned to make friends easily, for her father's skills were required in many cities across the country. Her friends stretched from all ages, from the oldest adult to the youngest child, all of varying wisdoms and faculties, there was not an age where her influence reached. The adjustments were always hard on the young girl, but she learned to cope with and made the best of what she had, and what she knew. There were difficult times, that was certain, but she always saw the positive light in all things, forgetting, or perhaps ignoring, the pessimistic view of things. She grew up with a sense of justice taught by her father's ideals, and learned how to hide and appreciate the feelings of herself and others; taught out of necessity by her strict mother, who knew every single thing she did and said. The schools she entered into taught obedience, and signified obedience, under the pretense of justice and law. The events she witnessed, the "correction" performed by the schools was a common sight to her, until it mattered not why it happened, but the enjoyment of such things. Often times, her relatives would visit along with her grandparents, where they would sit down and retell events that they all experienced, each version perfect in its flow of events, but with a different interpretation by the storyteller. Simple, but exciting tales that would bring tears to her eyes and hope to her heart, of brave men and women surviving their encounter with the deadly thug, or a bastard drunkard, a seductive muse, or perhaps, a story of a woman who saved their lives; these and more enervated her young heart, until she asked them: "What happened after that?" The story continued, but not in the way she wanted it to. Day by day, the girl grew older, and that question continued to come up, more and more at family gatherings. Her parents were worried about her, but her father said it was a simple matter to fix, that one visit to the hospital would resolve everything. The girl, now a young woman of fourteen, believed in her father and followed through with his advice, knowing that he could never do wrong; he was a man of justice. When she left the hospital, she returned home, her mother and her extended family excited by her return. They eagerly retold her the events of their lives together, the happy and sad memories, the times where life was at its hardest, and the times where life was at its greatest. Her friends came by and congratulated her on her return, and they too told her the times they spent, both in defiance to their parents, yet never in defiance to their teachers. From that point on, she never spoke those words again. One day, in a school aptly founded by John Charles Frémont, she made friends with two people: a young man a few years older than herself, working as a teacher's assistant by day and a pianist by night; another girl her age, much too loud for her own good, a useless tomboy...but someone who was kind and sensitive, with a inch of talent and a great deal of stupidity to back up her claims. Her life was as normal as it could get and the days passed without great difficulty; a fairly amazing feat, considering the nature of the school. Yet, that was when it happened. In a place far from my reach. ||Updates Here!|| « Last Edit: Nov 3, 2009 20:24:14 GMT -6 by hart » Back to Top   kussro Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Hart, Sylvia « Sept 20, 2009 12:14:26 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top No problems with the bio from what I see. I like the normal aspect. You don't see that too much nowadays. Approved! Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first