Post by Amelia Jones on Apr 3, 2011 18:00:01 GMT -6
Name and Number: Amelia Jones, #12
Nation: United States of America
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Year: Third Year
Birthday: April 12
Team: Red
Personality:Amelia’s overall optimistic nature is accompanied with a love of adventure and the overall drive to just keep going. The world to her is something that needs to keep up as she keeps moving forward. She doesn’t see the ride as a conflict, but rather as a competition; she’s quick to adapt, quick to fall, but just as quick to get up and keep going. To her no obstacle is too big or difficult to overcome. It’s simply just another challenge to test her, which she delights in. There are times where she can appear to be incredibly lazy, though. At the end of the day, she’s steadfast in her beliefs, and will become unwavering to anything that conflicts with her ideals about the world.
As an upholder of “liberty and justice for all”, she is quick to shoot down those who hinder this. An enemy of freedom is an enemy of hers, no doubt about it. Despite her bubby and sometimes klutzy ways, she’s not really the sort of woman you want against you, rather, she’s better to have on your side if you hope to crawl out of a hopeless situation intact. Due to the way she is wired, she will absolutely refuse to back own and stay until the very end, even if she’s on the losing team. She will make sure she has, or at least feels, that she has tried to have accomplished her goals. When angered, she becomes even more unrelenting. As much as she may deny it, she is very capable of using anger solely as a fuel for her actions and is capable of feeling the utmost for revenge. While her vicious side is usually hidden, it’s still there, and she can be quite nasty when she decides to show it.
History: Born in New York as a twin, younger by a full minute, Amelia was separated from her family when a fire broke out in the hospital. In the chaos, she was unable to be claimed and thus sent to an orphanage. Soon after, she was adopted by a rancher and his wife, who was unable to get pregnant, when they visited New York to try and get their minds off yet another miscarriage. Taken down South, to Texas, Amelia grew up on a ranch that specialized in mustangs. It was a relatively childhood, a happy childhood, though she always felt something was missing. There was a lake on the ranch that she adored as much as the horses.
As a retired ranger, her father taught her the uses of many different firearms and how to defend herself from a very young age. There was always a wildness in Amelia that couldn’t be tamed, much like the spirit of the mustangs. But as the heir to a ranch that had been passed down for generations, it was when Amelia turned Sweet Sixteen and started acting out, that her parents decided that she needed more discipline. That was when her father got in touch with a friend and found out about a certain school.
School Identity: Being a new transfer student, Amelia has yet to establish a place for herself in this odd school; she does enjoy the fact that there are so many different kinds of people from so many places. Joining the Swim Team at once, she hopes to meet new friends.
Skills: Skilled in several kinds of weaponry including pistols, shotguns, and sniper rifles. Melee weapons include blunt weapons and poles; she has a particular love for the baseball bat despite the… messiness that it can cause. She’s also proficient in Mixed Martial Arts. A fast swimmer, she can also hold her breath for several minutes. While she has never had to, she is not against using her body as a "weapon" (despite her inexperience).
RP Sample: Uniforms. Uniforms sucked. The ones for this school were cute and all, Amelia wasn’t against wearing cute things, but it was the fact that she HAD to wear it that irked her. As she piled into the auditorium with the rest of the school, it was obvious that she was an outsider. There were little clusters of groups of friends that were clearly excited to see each other after such a long summer break. Amelia was a little envious. Haling from the Deep South, she was definitely far from home. States away.
The teachers were just as diverse as the students. Each year had to sit in a different section and Amelia ambled over to the Third Years. She soon came to realize that she was being watched, not that she could blame them; cowboy boots and cleavage were normally not seen in such a prestigious school. Her loud costume jewelry did not help. Not that she cared, of course. She was who she was; moving up North was not going to change that. The opening ceremonies started and Amelia tried her best to listen; she wasn’t the only one who was having a difficult time listening to the drone. But then something interesting was said and she perked up at once.
The principle, who only introduced himself as Rome, was a gruff looking man who didn’t look like he belonged in a suit, especially with that stubble. A slender blonde brow rose. Teams, huh? That could be fun, though for someone like her that was new, it could also make it difficult to make friends. One number after another was called, each student giving an alias and picking their side. As a particularly loud boy with glasses practically danced off the stage, her head tilted as she got a look at his face. He felt known, but she was sure she had never laid eyes on him before this moment. But her attention was soon snatched away by an extremely tall boy. When he spoke, she caught his Russian accent. He was cute. She didn’t get to dwell on her thoughts for long because she was called up next.
Amelia’s lips twitched as she could see looks of disapproval from some of the teachers already. This was gonna be a fun year. “All woman, number twelve!” She cooed into the mic; her Southern accent was not as profound as most, but she did have a slight lazy drawl. “Y’all on the Red Team can call me Dixie!” She left the stage like she owned the place.
Other: SUP BRAH. Nothing much to say other than if anyone wants to have a prior connection to Amelia, send me a PM. c:
