Post by Chess Reid Ibis on Aug 31, 2010 18:38:52 GMT -7
CHESS REID IBIS
"Like a game of chess I predict your move I think I know you better...better than you do"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Chess Reid Ibis
Nickname(s): Chessy
Gender: female
Age: sixteen
Birthdate: December 30th 1992
Sexuality: Bisexual but prefers girls
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Iaia
Played By: Charlotte Destiny
Grade: junior
Boarding: no
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5'6
Weight: 129
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: white-blonde and pink
Build: average
Scars: none
Piercings/Tattoos: piercings: ears and snakebites(i would hope you know what those are) one in middle of snakebites too. (three in bottom lip)
tattoos: 3 on upper left arm. icecream, cupcake, and bunny. every other picture was missing the top one
Personal Style: Chess has a rather eccentric but cute style. She wears a lot of pink to match her hair, but also goes on the side of punk with dying her hair a vary of black, pink, or blue. Though she hardly ever does the whole thing any of these colors. Usually she wears flats and colored tights of some sort along with skirts and tank tops. Her hair is either fluffed or pulled into some sort of ponytail. Just so long as it doesn't get in her way she doesn't care. The piercings hardly ever come out and she pretty much always has dark eyeliner on.
Appearance: Chess pretty much always has some sort of dye in her hair, but there are a few rare occasions that she does not. She's rather tall with an average build. She's not too muscular, but not too weak either. She does have art supplies to carry after all. Usually she is seen smiling and starting off into space. She is never seen without eyeliner, her piercings, and a notebook. So don't be surprised if you see her like this. She got her tattoos done with her parents permission, and they're also almost always visible. That is, unless she's wearing sleeves. Which she doesn't like to do often.
She hardly ever wears just jeans, and prefers to wear skirts. Also doesn't wear heels with the fact that she feels she is tall enough already without adding a few more inches. Typically when someone is talking she will appear to not be paying attention even when she is. She instead prefers to doodle to help herself concentrate. No matter what hairstyle she has for the day there is almost always some sort of clip or something in it. Very rarely does she go without one, and she also always wears earrings. She carries around a messenger bag that holds her notebook and pencils.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: art, the color pink, rain, forests, nights, hugs, heights, caffeine, stuffed animals, drawing people who aren't paying attention, taking pictures.
Dislikes: mornings, english, swimming, being ignored, being picked on, snow, spiders, complete darkness, rap music, not being allowed to doodle.
Dreams: to be recognized as an artist
Fears: spiders, swimming, the dark.
Habits/Hobbies: horribly addicted to caffeine, doodles on everything, takes random pictures, randomly snuggles friends.
Secret(s): terrified of her head going under in a pool/ body of water because she almost drowned as a kid.
Personality: Well Chess is horribly irritable in the mornings before she's had her daily dose of caffeine. Seeing as she probably head a headache due to not having any for the amount of time she was sleeping obviously. So yeah if you irritate her before she has her frozen coffee or whatever she'll probably swat you with her sketchbook or glare at you until you either give her caffeine or if she has some, until it kicks in. She also gets rather irritable when people pick on her and she's likely to get revenge at some point. Yeah, she holds grudges for quite some time.
In school is a complete flip from outside of school. In school she's pretty much quiet beyond reason. She sits in the back of class and appears to not pay attention at all, but when she's called on she knows the answer due to the fact that she is paying attention and the doodling just helps her concentrate. Which some people are just like that, besides she hates school, especially english class because she has the most trouble with it for some reason. Creative writing she can do, but otherwise she has issues. Probably because it's so boring and thus she can't focus on it being that she can't doodle on it and she can't be creative with it.
Outside of school she's happy and carefree. A bit of a spacey person outside of school actually. Though she's typically found wandering through trees or climbing them to be up higher. Also takes lots of random pictures and is generally a little nicer being that it's later in the day. If it's night she's definitely happier unless it's a new moon, seeing as she's afraid of the dark. As long as the moon is out though she's fine being that it does give off a decent amount of light.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Rosette Ibis, 40, interior designer
Father: Rodney Ibis, 45, Carpenter
Siblings: N/A
Other: n/a
Pets: none
Hometown: Raleigh North Carolina, US
History: ]Chess grew up in a relatively normal house with her parents. She's obviously always had memories that weren't her own going back before she was born, but she didn't know what they were. Still doesn't actually. That's for later though. She's never mentioned them to anyone due to the fact that she's convinced her parents would think she was crazy, and that they were just dreams. So other than the memories that weren't her's she had a relatively normal childhood and discovered that she had quite a knack for art. Which obviously had something to do with her past memories. She wasn't going to mention that though and thus drew in all her pass times.
That was of course when people started picking on her. She already had an unusual name and being that she was good at something it meant someone else was jealous and felt the need to tease her constantly. Which is what started causing her temper. She got in fights a lot, which she wasn't really built for, but neither were those picking on her so it worked. It did get her a bit of a reputation and kicked out of a few schools though. So she definitely had to move around a lot. Her parents even at one point sent her to a school for troubled teens. Which she ended up kicked out of that too, and it's a miracle she's stayed out of jail, but she supposed most people knew they attacked her first and thus it was simply self defense. Ths they couldn't exactly charge her with assault.
This is the latest school in the list and her parents are begging her to not get into any fights. Yeah she isn't counting on that but she will at least attempt. She still knows nothing about the reincarnates and figures she's just insane for thinking she has memories of someone else. Which, she looked the person up at some point and apparently they existed and were an artist. Well, that certainly explains why she is so good, though the woman lived quite a long time ago. Guess it just took a long time to reincarnate her for some reason.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: I'm not telling you who I am D<Cal
Other Characters: n/a
Age: 17 (almost 18 >3)
Time Zone: eastern.
Post Sample:
Well he'd had a rather uneventful summer. Sure he had people he slept with and all that, but nothing major. Seeing as he always had that no matter what time of year it was. Though his parents hadn't come back to the island. Which was a tad odd, considering they usually returned after winter. They also hadn't even sent a note saying they weren't coming back. That showed what kind of priority he was obviously. Or maybe they were dead and someone was looking for him to notify the next of kin. Well, either way he had ended up with the house all to himself. Also had complete access to their bank account whenever and thus was fine for quite some time. Eventually he'd probably have to get a job, but hey he was going to finish college first. No use for him to get a job while in it. His parents were old enough that they had gained a bit of a fortune after all. So he'd be fine until he was at least out of college. Though it would have been nice to at least get some sort of statement to tell him what the hell was up with that. Though he supposed he was certainly old enough to be living on his own, and it was probably odd that he hadn't just moved into the dorms. But hey he couldn't paint those every other day due to the fact that he would have to sleep there still and would just end up high on fumes all the time. Which, yeah he would prefer to avoid that headache. Which was literally a headache seeing as fumes did that to a person. Thus he has ended up with his parents' house somehow. Ah well, it also seemed his name had been changed to the owner of the estate. Now, how the hell had that happened, and how long had they been planning on vanishing? So that probably meant they were alive, just off on some island somewhere. Oh well, mystery solved then. Supposedly, but yeah he had more important things to worry about other than the duration of his summer. Seeing as it was pretty much over now and all.
Nope, now he had to worry about dragging Misty out of bed and going over to Mikaella's for dinner. Seeing as she had invited him and all to help with it. Which he could do seeing as he had been making his own food for quite some time. He couldn't even remember the last time there was a family dinner in his house. Which was why he was so confused as to why Mikaella had fun at a family reunion. Yeah, he was pretty sure his family all in one place would just end up a slight disaster. Though maybe families getting along was more common than he thought, just because his didn't didn't mean everyone's' families were like that. Obviously her's wasn't and while he'd never get that he wasn't going to diss it either. Hey, for all he knew it was actually nice to be close to your family. Still should be thinking about dragging his shadow out of bed, and to do that he walked over and smacked her with a pillow. Which, in response she hissed at him and started pecking at him. Well, she was cheery now wasn't she? Though he did suppose he could have woken her up without smacking her with a pillow, but he was going to get pecked either way so might as well make himself actually deserve it. Stoooooop. We're going to Mikaella's for dinner. he said simply and she growled at him before stalking off to get ready. He was already dressed and thus would simply have to wait for her to get ready. Hopefully she wouldn't take forever seeing as he definitely hated when she did.
Finally ready he locked up before deciding flying was better than driving or walking. Misty could fly too on her own so it wasn't like he would have to carry her. So thus, probably a little later than anticipated, he arrived at Mikaellas. Misty shifted and fixed her hair while they walked to the door. Why it mattered if her hair was a little windblown he had no idea, but then again he wasn't exactly a girl now was he? Well, at least he wasn't last he knew. Which was about five seconds ago considering the fact he definitely didn't look like a girl. So with one last roll of his eyes at his shadow he went and knocked on her dorm room. Which, it had taken him a few minutes to find it being that he hadn't been there a million times. Also, the university dorms were slightly confusing and thus it took him a little longer than it probably should have to find the dorm. Oh well, it wasn't his fault. He was hardly ever there and thus it made sense that he wasn't totally familiar with the entire layout. Now though he would have to wait for her to open the door. Misty leaned on him because she still wasn't completely awake and he was very much tempted to take a step and let her fall over, but wasn't feeling the whole pecking thing again. So instead he poked her cheek a few times.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
application format by dante/dante in ze pot. lyrics from 'wreak havoc' by angelspit. nothing will chase you down if you remove the credits, but i'd rather you not. that is all.
