Fonzie

[fonzie]

Soul

I. "Where does your journey begin?"

“My beginning? Hmmm, well, the more I think of it I don’t believe I ever really had a surreal beginning. The beginning of my life perhaps? The start point that leads from point A to point B? If I had a beginning I would say the most changing period of my life was when I woke up that one night—a slight feeling of change on my mind. When I left my world, and when I entered new ones, I think that was the time my life took a turn. When I decided to become stronger and when I had the will to get up and just find some sort of light to lead my way. When I decided to do something about my life.”

II. "What is your goal to accomplish?"

“I don’t think I have a serious goal. I might as well say I have small almost unimportant goals that are too long to even list down on paper. I want to be stronger. I want to meet other people. I want to find my inner self… Often I dream of finding just someone to help me, I also often dream of being the best out of all. I wish to help others, yet I wish to bring revenge toward some, too. My little goals range from highs to lows, often times involving people I do not even know! Weird… I would have to say my biggest goal is to complete… my goals. To complete every single one of them before I die. Ya digg?”

III. "What happens if your fail your goal?"

“If I fail my goal, I think I’d be alright. Of course, I would be DEAD at that time if I actually attempted at it. I’d hope to finish a bit of my goal, to reach high enough I can grasp it. I think just even completing a few stages of the goal would be good enough to call it defeated. Because seriously… Is it that hard to fail at being happy?”

IV. "What happens if you succeed in your goal?"

“First of all, I don’t really want to die that early. I really do want to live a long prosperous life—gradually growing older and older… But if I actually do complete my goal I think it would serve the world right. Hopefully it would cause an impact on how people see how they live, hopefully I would be remembered because of it. In heaven, or wherever the dead souls go, I’d probably be happy up there, I’d be utterly excited just for the small little presents I left back down there in the worlds. But honestly, I’d be happy enough if I only left a small lighted or darkened mark on the earths crust.”

V. "What was one of the hardest decisions you had to make?"

“I was a child back then, an inconsiderate, immature, lonely child who got everything and nothing. My eyes were pale. My skin never was touched by sunlight until I turned 12 years old. I think at that time period, when I was locked up in that cage cell of a place, I thought, and thought, and thought. Constantly. There was nothing else for me to do… I was attached to someone because they were always there physically by my side, and almost everyone in my life called me ‘artificial’. The gate was opened at that time, and that one someone came to help me out of the chains. I think the ideas of leaving… Or not to leave was the most hardest decision that I might even regret for eternity.”

VI. "What was the biggest change in your life?"

“Maybe it was because of departure, but I don’t know… The biggest change in my life was when I grow out of my old self. When I escaped the prison cell. That one person changed myself drastically…. When I moved from one place to another gave me a rather large hit to the head. Even since the day I was born I was always given a sense of discomfort, everything I wanted, and did not want handed to me for free. I was weak back then, but when I moved from that hell of a world and entered a better one had I changed from scrawny and child like to strong and powerful. And that all goes to the people who made me into what I am today.”

VII. "What was the happiest time/moment in your life?"

“Blinded by the fake misshapes of a young age, I still believe my old life was the happiest time period of my living. Many would think other wise, but back then I always felt a certainty of hope, even through the misty fog of pollution and chemicals, through the lab experiments I went through. The scars on my skin and the branded numbers on my wrists tells mostly all of what I have gone through—through the pain and agony, as well as hope and family. I don’t know… maybe I was just strange and confused back then. Maybe the brainwashing sounds made me obey every order even though my body told otherwise. I think the time I need help most in, was one of the most happiest time of my life.”

VIII. "What was the most shocking moment in your life?"

“The most shocking moment of my life happened when I was about 12. It was when I saw [] come take me out of the cell so spontaneously. I hadn’t really suspected the person to come up and just take me out of there… I didn’t really suspect anyone to even care. It was shocking to me because well… at that time it felt like hope was already gone, that I was to be stuck there like all the others. Maybe it was some sort of fate..?”

IX. "What was the darkest event in your life?"

“I had escaped that one night, into the still lighted bright hallways. I don’t think I knew where I was going, or what I was going to do, or what was going to happen. I remember that the heavy weight chained to my ankles pulled me down when I walked, and the whispers of many people were up ahead. I was curious about it, so, like a child would normally do, I kept heading forward until an open door was sighted. ’luceat lux vestra’ I heard a man say, his voice calm and silent. A moments past with a drawing silence through the night… Until the shouts of painful shrieks pierced right through. My knees shook and I feared for my life… I felt scared.

X. "What angers you the most in your life?"

“When I think back the worst thing that angers me was… well, my entire child hood. I mean, who would enjoy being a lab rat in a large cell of a prison? I was pictured as evil, as nothingness in the past. No one even took one glance at me, hardly even paying attention when I walked through the roads when I escaped. I think I was branded with what had happened in those past decades, I was lost, left over for... what? Nothing. I had no point in this lifetime, no one really paid attention, I acted loyal mostly because I had no choice. I hate how they manipulated me into doing their biddings, hating the fact that I had no point in this realm that I was like a seashell on the seashore. Even though they made me into what I am today, just the fact that people would even think of such a bad experiment is just so... inhumane."

XI. "Where does your strength or determination come from?"

"My strength and determination mostly comes from my will to succeed. It comes from that person whom I do not know that helped me out of the hard times. It comes from the past and what I had been put through, from my dreams that will almost never come through. It comes from the invisible guiding entity which forces me to go forward, from that just one little feeling in my heart that tells me to succeed. Rare, and hard to find, the strength and determination normally would be found in my heart."

XII. "Who or what inspires you to succeed?"

"At this point in my lifetime I know almost no one, everybody seems to be leaving to another place, being attacked and murdered by some unknown force. Many had simply broken apart from me, leaving me in the dust. It seems to happen constantly, all of the different people I meet leaving so soon when i just get to knowing them. They are still dear to my heart, yes, but I believe that this one person inspires me to keep going. [], even though I do not know him, I still remember his face, those dark eyes, his large muscular body that carried my meek one out of the chamber. Now, people like him, are those who I am willing to fight for, willing to keep going for."

XIII. "Where does your story end?"

"My story never ends. I believe it will simply circle around, and around until forever and ever. People can hurt me, people can kill me, but even then will I manage to get myself heard about. When I die I will be branded into others minds, I will leave one scarce of my living back down on the worlds. It does not need to be dramatic and ironic, but my presence would be good enough to last long. Like a fire that is never set out, my journey is infinite."

General History

Fonzie was born, [or might as well say created], in a tiny spacing, the laboratory most of her kind is made in. She was named “129”, the one, and probably last race created after they came into a sudden halt. She grew up under the sight of who she remembered “Large man wearing white”, calling him “Virliv” whenever she saw him come into the room wear other of her kind are put. Even though she was set into the world with a real human like body, did not mean she had the brains of an adult. She did not know much when starting out, and continued that way until masked people wearing blue came into the room daily, teaching her academics, Latin, and law. They were her source of education, always ending their lecture with “ab aeterno, ab antiquo, ab extra, adaequatio intellectûs nostri cum re.” [From the eternal, from the ancient, from beyond, conformity of our minds to the fact] She was kept in an all white room with nothing around her, nothing to do, and nothing to play with. She was a child who simply sat thee, anticipating what will go next, hoping that her name would never become called out to the open.

Of course, she was. And often at times in fact. She would be sent to another room which she remembered being “Vivid bright”, a room where she would lay on a strange hard desk, waiting for whatever was going to happen. Normally they would inject some sort of liquid substance that caused her heart to race, or maybe take out the flowy red substance of blood from her veins. Often times she past out flat on the desk, always on the urge of dying right there and then. Yet she didn’t, instead, her mind would keep herself going, not ready to die just yet. Because of that, the men wearing white would call her special, one that is showing more “process” in the lab work. She would always be sent back into the same cell—often times being upgraded into a larger one after she did something ‘good’, like, survive. As she sits there patiently in the new cell she would already know what happened before hand, what happened during that cell time, that someone as unlucky as her past away lending her the new never washed cell. It caused Fonzie to have Claustrophobia, a fear of closed spaces.

Soon when she was 12th years old had she developed some sort of strange abilities. The men in white robes gave her some sort of present…. Two silver small bells that hung around her neck. Nothing really happened to them… They only demanded her never to loose them are place them out of her sight. The bells were almost like a part of her, some sort of object that was created to hold some part of her soul power. She didn’t know what to do with it, she didn’t know what to say. It was like an average day thing…. No big deal that they given her something. They already gave her a number marked on her wrist along with a bad history of being derelict. No biggy. She slept in the cell the next day, oblivious to the strange noise coming from ahead. The pounding walls shook, giving her a sense of discomfort. She woke up noticing a large man in the way, suddenly picking her up and over his shoulders. The memory was fuzzy, but she did realize she escaped nice and soundly, hardly remember anything at all when she woke up in a strange world, a world that was filled with light and fresh air. A world that seemed like complete utopia.

[fonzie]

Body

Name: #129 FONZIE
Appearance: Sticking out in a large crowd would there be Fonzie, a mere 5’5” appearance of a regular human. She holds herself up in an almost sulking posture, her head down as she walks throughout the streets. She does not give a care for her appearance, and fixes herself up in a way that is completely disorganized and messy. The first thing someone would notice are the markings tattooed on her right upper arm. The tattoos would included Various swirls changing in size would run up and down the shoulder blade to the elbow, a few disoriented blotted black spots, and clear vivid musical notes running down from the back of her arm to her wrist. On her left wrist would there be a small number which read [129] in square very defined numbers. Only when she takes off the arm guard would someone actually notice the hidden numbers of her past time. Overall, she looks like a sudden mess, a collapsed girl whom looked like she wanted to look like some sort of manikin doll on display in a tattoo parlor.

Starting from the top she has long, often tangled hair that is layered unevenly. [Cut by herself] Her eyes are of a pale emerald color, and her lips are thin and most of the time chapped. [Her bottom lip is pierced with a small hoop ring] She has a somewhat heart shaped face, her neck long, and what she calls ‘giraffe-like’.

Fonzie normally wears dark clothing, figuring out that wearing bright colors attract to many… predators. She almost always has her hair down, and the two bells remain always around her neck. Her average attire is of a maroon colored tank top layered over normally with a black leather jacket. At the bottom she would wear normally rolled up pants that reach her knee caps, tied with a beaten up used up belt holding it up around her waist. She sticks to black average shoes that juxtaposes her pale white skin. [Do to the lack of sun in her past years]. A red hair tie would be tied around her right wrist, never to be taken off. During the day she would often look tired, and worn out, her eyes often shaded with dark circles due to the lack of sleep. During the night, she appears to be like a perky bumblebee buzzing around town searching for some sort of entertainment. She doesn’t try to look like some strange lanky awkward girl… she just is, and that is what she will always be. That is what she was created to be forever and ever.

Personality: Fonzie is almost of a different race, her ears perking up to any sense of noise, her calmness drowned when it comes to undeniably long periods of silence; She plays among the darkness of the cropped meadows and attempts to sing in the daylight underneath the warm sun; She assumes a quiet posture when in vertigo, and releases tension during the happy times by speech. She has the ability to act serious and well, kept, as well as fun and strangely outgoing. An outburst of laughter occurs constantly, and her psychotic sense of mind sets a good straightforward image on every bodies head. She has an ability to sleep in random places, along with the occasional [tripping, falling, sliding, confusion, amnesia, ect…]. She is a ball of sentiment rounded up cluttered in a wild rush of emotions which can immediately drown those around her. She is a girl of fury and almost extreme anger that can blow up any minute at any time. The weak makes her pity, and the strong makes competition. Jumping off walls and climbing up tall trees became her longing past time, and the definition of self became her major life long goal. A mixture of those around her, and a mixture of self, she almost is just basically… Fonzie.

Weapon: Rei & Don;; Rei and Don are the names of her two rather small almost moving… Bells. As small as a quarter they don’t seem harmful, but that is mainly the point. They are identical quarter sized identical bells which are connected by a thin almost invisible extendable [VERY SHARP] clear string which is easily maneuverable. [Of course, the string is as strong as steel, so it would be pretty hard to break it apart]. She can use this for distraction… Choking people… Or making pretty noises!!

Armor: A light silver plated arm guard on her left arm.
Accessory: A long red hair tie; A silver hoop lip piercing

Heart

Affiliation: Unaffiliated
World: Fonzies old world was somewhat like all the rest—just a world full of regular humans, living an everyday life. Hollows and nobodies hardly ever raided the regions, but technology took over. It was a world that remained silent, the size and population small in numbers. Serious, and misunderstood, the people roaming the place would stay loyal to the ‘ruler’ of the world, worrying never to break the law. They spoke Latin, and Latin only—no one knew about the outside world, believing that they were the only survival. ‘Scientists’ and lab workers took people in, creating experiments with advanced technology. Hardly anything was natural in her old world, Laudmort.
Race: Humanoid, [artificial creation]

"Which form will you choose?"

B) Power of the Mystic.

“I am not a strength go getter, I am not willing to be the best I can just to fight. I don’t even think I can save myself when it comes to horsing around! Not to mention anyone’s. Selfish as I am, I really do not care about others even if they do to me. I don’t befriend anyone. So who is there to save? I am wise with my actions and have the ability to manipulate, to be serious, to switch emotions. I rely on intelligence and wit during a fight, not power or speed. Magic and abilities had always been my best sport, I mean, that was the reason why I was created.”

"What do you want outta life?"

B) To broaden my horizons.

“To see the world and figure out who I am is what I wish to be. I want to find information, search for something I do not know. By being knowledgeable of what I am doing is what I want to figure out.”

"What are you so afraid of?"

C) Being indecisive.

“I don’t want to be my old self again, I want to know. I want to be better than I was and not pitter-patter in this world like a nobody. I want to be sure.”

"What's most important to you?"

B) Friendship.

“The inability to keep a friend had always leaded to my downfall. Even though I can’t seem to have the correct heart of mind, the correct social ability, I wish someone can just be there for me. At least someone…”



Abilities:

In medias res

In this would Fonzie hold the middle of the string connecting from Rei and Don in her right hand, her other hand forming a sign that appears to be the middle finger and the thumb. She would have to have a steady posture, and cannot do any other actions when using this ability. She shakes the string up causing a small little ring sound in her ears, but to others, it would be of a loud shrieking sound of hundreds of voices screaming loudly around the area. Normally she would use this to mess with others minds, as it is a mere illusion to the ears. [[The sound would last for about ten seconds unless she decides to ring it again, or if the power is disconnected by an intrusion. Normally the opponent would be deaf for a little while after wards. This effects anybody that are nearby. 3 post cool down]]

In duplo

By using the bells, Fonzie has the ability to transform Don into whatever weapon the opponent is using with the same strength, and potential. It would have the same exact shape and form, exactly alike. Normally she uses this ability after all else fails, mainly because fighting dead on means actually getting in there and work. Rei either remains attached to the hilt of don, or, if the opponents weapon is a pair, it would transform into the remaining pair. [[Fonzie can only transform the bells into the weapon when she is about to attack the wielder. She cannot transform Don into a weapon from another thread. Just because the weapon has the same exact strength and ability does not mean that she has the skill to wield it. Whenever the weapon hits in contact it would make a soft ringing sound noticeable when in silence.]]

In luce Tua videmus lucem

When in bell form, Fonzie would hold onto Don and swing with the string in circles at an undeniably fast speed. By doing so she has the ability to release fast wind sequences toward the said person. They are not very strong, but good enough to leave an either deep, or small cut on the skin. [It does not do severe damage, can be dodged by any sort of metal or rock, but would leave a mark. Or, if blown by a large gust of wind it can be countered.]]

Special Abilities: n/a

Summons: n/a

Items: n/a

Other
Agh. Sorry about doing the whole “Unfinished” profile. I saved it on to my computer, but then had to transfer it somehow so I could finish it at my dads house. :[ sorry?? Oh, and I love the site by the way. =D

Sample RP n/a

[damien]

In medias res:Requires a 3 post cooldown, deafaning sonic attacks are attacks too =P

Other then that is all good, and dont sweat the not finishing thing =P, its really no problem, you came through with completeing it, and in good time, so im happy ;D

[fonzie]

mkays, edited.
xD and thanks, I normally try finishing profile in the same day, soo....

[Admin]

Accepted. Locked and moved.