Post by zana on Sept 14, 2010 8:29:46 GMT -7
Zana Marie Cross
"Show me what I couldn't find,
when two different words collide"
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I AM HUMAN
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Full Name: Zana Marie Cross
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Female
Age: Fifteen
Birthdate: June 12th, 1994
Sexuality: Straight
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Emily Brönte
Played By: Kay Panabaker
Grade: freshman
Boarding: Yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 132
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Kinda blond-ish
Build: Average
Scars: None
Piercings/Tattoos: Only pierced ears
Personal Style: Zana likes bright colors--namely greens and yellows. She creates her own style, which is very cute. She likes flowery/starry patterns and wears them as much as she can. Normally, she wears cute blouses with knee-lenght skirts or jeans and flat shoes. She also likes charm bracelets.
Appearance: Small and sort of frail-looking, Zana has curly blond hair and brown eyes. She's very pale and is often teased about that. She keeps her bangs long and refuses to cut them off at all, and is often seen wearing pigtails or plaits. Zana doesn't wear make up because she considers that it should only be 'for special ocassions'. Most of the the times, she only wears some lip gloss and nothing else.
Zana enjoys drawing, and when she runs out of paper, she will quite likely sketch on her arms and hands. As such, she's always covered in stars, hearts, flowers and other drawings. Being the writer that she is--or at least considers she is--she also writes small paragraphs in her palms, which she later types down.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: Writing, drawing, reading classic plays, oldies music, playing chess, math, literature class, candy, her writing.
Dislikes: Stupid people, lies, sarcasm, spiders, dogs, spicy food, nasty people, loud music, dark colors, cold weather.
Dreams: Becoming a best-selling author.
Fears: Death, the darkness, strangers.
Habits/Hobbies: She draws on her arms, she bites pencils, she stays up late to write, she drinks too much caffeine.
Secret(s): She writes poetry, but finds it very bad.
Personality: While on the outside Zana acts immature, spunky, cheerful and somewhat annoying, she has a deeper side that's more serious and sweet. Sometimes she tried to be a little bit more mature and serious, but people who know her well imediately think she's playing or joking, and as such, she ends up switching back to her 'harder side'. She normally doesn't like to show this 'softer side' to anyone unless it's a very close friend. The problem is, Zana has a lot of friends but doesn't feel close enough to any of them. Most of the times, she spills everything she feels in her books or poems, which she treasures and hides' for the sake of her privacy'.
Also, although she won't admit it, Zana is extremely shy with people outside the family, so much that she sometimes even turns her back on her partners in conversation without saying a word unintentionally. Instead of hanging out, she'd much rather just take a walk by herself. However, once she gets to know people well, she'll open and bring out her cheerful and happy side. She's very smart and quick-minded, and has the habit of expressing her points of view without any hesitation.
Zana's biggest ambition is becoming a professional novelist, and likes to write short stories based on her school experiences. Her writing style details physical and psychological descriptions and mental monologues. She doesn't let anyone see her novels, because, even though she won't admit it, she's a little bit of a perfectionist and is always changing or adding something to the stories. Most of her free time is spent typing down her stories in her laptop or writing them down in notebooks. She has the habit of shutting her computer off or closing her notebooks fastly when people talk to her while she's writing to keep them from seeing what she's writing.
Also, she's extremely mistrusting to her teachers or tutors--quiete likely because of the memories she has of attending the Clergy Daughters School in her previous life as Emily Brönte. Besides that, Zana is very sensitive to criticism and she doesn't like people discussing her stories because she feels they are often misinterpreted--namely the fact that she has known people who consider Wuthering Heights is a story about hate and vengeance, which caused her to stop reading Eclipse after the first few pages when she read a paragraph that said 'the characters are horrible people who just ruin other people's lives'(I'm not sure if that quote's right). On that matter, she also feels kind of odd reading her own work, because, while in her previous life she hadn't craved fame or fortune, she finds the fact that her work has become so well known and praised rather amusing. The feeling she gets while reading her work is, as put by her, 'quite strange and very pleasant at the same time.'PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Marie Cross, 36, housewife
Father: Christian Cross, 40, architect
Siblings: Marcus Cross, 10, student
Other: any other important relatives/guardians, if any
Pets: if boarding, none
Hometown: Florida, USA.
History: Zana's family is pretty normal. Her father is an architect and her mother a housewife, the whole family lives in Orlando, Florida. From a very young age, Zana started to remember her family from her previous life and started to ask her mother where her brother and sisters were, but her mother just believed she was playing. Zana's mother was worried that her daughter didn't talk or participate in class, because, as Zana put it, the teachers scared her. The family ignored this for a while, saying that she was just shy and would get over it, until one day Zana had a panic attack at school because she thought a teacher was going to hurt her.
That was when the family first realised that therev was a serious problem and tried to take her to a therapist, but Zana refused and decided not to tell them that she actually remembered the short time she, as Emily Brönte, attended the Clergy Daughters School where she found abuse and privations. More or less around that time, Zana started to remember her previous life--namely her family, her stories and death. She refused to tell anyone, but was very confused about it.
Around that time, Zana started to re-write the "Legends of Angria" she had written in her previous life with her sisters, remembering all of the stories perfectly. When her mother read some of it and asked where she had gotten the idea from, Zana just said it had been her imagination, and refused to say anything else, knowing that if she said she had written them before, with her sisters, she'd end up being called delusional. After that, she started to take a slight liking to reading and literature, but being as young as she was, she only read and wrote stories for little children, which she would later read to her little brother, Marcus, whom she called Branwell(after Branwell Brönte).
At the age of twelve, at school, the class started to read Wuthering Heights, and Zana found herself surprised that she remembered writing all that. She told her mother about it, and she just called her imaginative. Disappointed at her mother's closed-mind, she decided to keep it to herself, and instead started to new stories and poems, and spilled all of her feelings and confusion in there refusing to let anyone else see them--like Brontë originally did.
When Zana was fourteen, she found an article about Riverdale and convinced her parents to let her go the next year, saying that she was interested in the Literature class-programs. Since her parents knew that she had gotten into writing and reading ever since she started her writing, they accepted. Zana only trusted her real motives to her little brother, Marcus, who loyally promised not to tell anyone. That's how she ended up in Riverdale and has yet to join the RSOR.
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I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Abi Rinne
Other Characters: Nope.
Age: 17
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The last two years had been difficult. Everyone knew it. War had started, and thousands of people died everyday. Everyone was afraid.
At first everyone had expected a miracle. As the months passed the little hope that still remained over the world had faded slowly, just as a mere dream. Now it seemed impossible that something could stop the horrors of war, fear, hunger...death...
What people really ignored was that war on Earth had a much bigger cause, the war between Heaven and Hell. And it was all due to the Key of Heaven, known as the Tianchi. If it was found, then the Gates of Heaven could be opened, and Angels would be able to come to Earth, and would help, unnoticed, to end the war. But in finding the Tianchi lie also a less cheerful perspective: if any Demon found it, and the Gate was opened, then they would be able to take over Heaven...
In Heaven, one night, a voice echoed through the walls of the Angelic Council. A young blond angel who looked about sixteen passed fastly through a large wooden door.
"Sir! Many of our best Warrior Angels are gone!"Akane yelled. She looked quite distressed, tears were filling her deep blue eyes.
"No one remains?"the Angelic Head asked.
"Only Yue...he's fighting Kurokotsu...he's very badly hurt..."
"I see..."
Akane gave him a scolding glance.
"You are quiet, Akane, but your eyes speak for you. You may tell me what you're thinking,"the Head said. Akane couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I believe that you don't care enough about Yue to send him help or..."
"You're very wrong, Akane."
"Sir?"
"Help is coming...just not in the way you think..."
Meanwhile, high in the sky, far away from people's eyes, a young angel who appeared to be fifteen, had black hair and deep golden eyes and who wore a blue cloak, holding a sword in his trembling hand gazed at a hooded figure. He was holding his other hand to his side to try to stop a very bad bleeding.
"I'll ask you one more time, Yue. Where is Tianchi?"
The boy shook his had before replying.
"I don't know..."
Kurokotsu smiled under his cloack. "Very well, then..."
Yue gazed at the dark red light that was coming toward him. He tried to move away from it's way...but useless, so useless...
It was very late at night on Earth, the full moon gleamed high on the sky, it's bright light falling upon a small house. In a small room with light blue walls and white curtains a figure rolled restlessly on the bed. Ami woke up with a gasp, sat up straight rather fastly. She couldn't remember what the nightmare had been about...yet something inside her hurt greatly, and she didn't know what it was...she couldn't help but to let her head fall on her knees. Tears fell on her lilac blankets, it was the strangest feeling...crying for a reason she didn't know...
There was a thud somewhere outside.
Ami knew perfectly well that it would be dangerous to go outside in ths times...yet her curiosity would always take over. Carefully, soundlessly so that her mother wouldn't wake up, she slipped her feet into her sandals and put on a black sweater over her lime colored gown. Careful enough to remain silent, she made her way to the back door, from where the thud came. She could see someone laying on the ground.
A black haired boy who was dressed in strange blue clothes had crashed into her mother's garden.
She approached cautiously. She tried not to gasp when she noticed that the boy was bleeding pretty badly form a stabbing wound at his side. "Oh, dear..."she murmured softly. She had to do something urgently. With the very little strenght she had, she half carried him, half dragged him inside her house. Once she had laid him on a couch she tried her best to treat his wounds. In the end, she bandaged his wound carefully. Her contact must have alerted him, for his eyes fluttered open. He gazed at Ami for a split second, then frowned.
"Who are you?"
"Um...I'm sorry...My name's Ami,"she said. She couldn't help to stare curiously into his golden eyes. "I'm Yue..."he said quietly. Ami nodded. She was lost for words. Being the curious fifteen year old she was she couldn't resist the impulse to ask him:
"I'm sorry...but...you don't seem human...what are you?"she asked him. Yue frowned, then smirked.
"What gives me away?"
"Your eyes...don't take it personal or anything, but human beings can't have golden eyes..."
Yue laughed a bit. "You're right. I'm an Angel."
Ami stared at him in surprise. Yue couldn't help but to smile. "I suppose that you don't believe anything I'm telling you. After all this time...well, people lose faith."he said plainly. Ami shook her head. "I believe you."she said. Yue smiled at her, warmly. "Thanks you for helping me. Now I have to go,"he said. Suddenly he noticed something funny, his wings were gone. "What the...?"she started.
"Is that normal?"
"Well, since I'm out of energy for now, let's just say that I'm human temporarily."
Suddenly there was a flash of light. Ami looked at it unenthusiastically. Maybe it was just a bomb. But then...it had a strange look, it seemed...actually red light?
"Come on!"Yue took her hand fastly--Ami couldn't help but to blush a little.
"What is..."
"He's here!"
"Who?"
"Kurokotsu..."
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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.
