Post by Maze Riley on Aug 12, 2010 14:48:23 GMT 9.5
Character’s name: Maze Riley
Side: Good for the most part, but sometimes likes to flirt with evil.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 20
Species: Human
Powers: Telepathy
Appearance: 5''8, sleek brown hair, blue eyes.
Personality: She is serious, witty, but yet playful. She doesn't take a lot of crap and likes to help people who seem to be having communication issues.
History: Maze grew up in Arizona, but was shipped at 16 to California to live with her Aunt & Uncle when her parents died in a plane crash. She discovered her telepathic abilities at the age of 12 when she began to notice that she was responding to people's thoughts rather than what they were saying. Quickly she learned to distinguish between thoughts and speech. Her parents were never aware of the abilities she possessed. As she grew older and moved to California after her parents death she began to notice the supernatural world around her. Having no skills in fighting she took a few defense courses and studied the supernatural in an attempt to prepare herself to help others. At the age of twenty all she wants is a good group of friends, to help those in need, and not let her abilities get the best of her.
Strengths: The ability to read minds, move objects, and has basic fighting skills.
Weaknesses: Isn't particularly strong, large crowds, isn't good at blocking extremely heavy objects.
Celeb Claim: Zoey Deschanel
RP Sample:
There she stood, in a deep blue cotton sun dress with her knee-high moccasin boots, staring at the bathroom mirror. She had thought it would be a good idea to go to the bar tonight, try to score a few drinks, and listen into the lives of others to see if anyone needed mediation. Instead she ended up sitting alone at the bar as it grew more and more crowded. Her focus was shot and it let everyone's thoughts flood right in. She had relocated to the bathroom in an attempt to distance herself from everyone. It hadn't worked. The migraine she currently had would only magnify as she slowly lost more and more control.
Throwing some water on her face she struggled to regain control of herself. Once she had a somewhat sturdy grip on her mind, after twenty minutes of standing in the bathroom, she emerged into the crowded bar. The minute she was out the bathroom door thoughts penetrated her barrier. A sharp pain pulsing at her temple. She was overloading and if she wasn't careful she might pass out. Maze did not need to pass out once again in public, only bad things would come of it. Things she wouldn't remember, or couldn't care to. Pushing her way through the crowd she managed to make it to the door. Her hand grasped the doorknob and pulled it open before stumbling out into the cold winter night.
Outside of the bar sprinted down the street trying to distance herself from the crowd. Finding a secluded alleyway she stepped in and slid down a wall until she was sitting on the damp cement. Putting her head in-between her knees she took a deep breath trying to steady herself. After a moment or two she sat up. This whole bar diving to help people really needed to stop before she wound up in trouble. " My, my don't you look tasty." Too late.
Custom Title: I can't hear you now.
How did you find us? I googled Buffy Rp Guilds.
Side: Good for the most part, but sometimes likes to flirt with evil.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 20
Species: Human
Powers: Telepathy
Appearance: 5''8, sleek brown hair, blue eyes.
Personality: She is serious, witty, but yet playful. She doesn't take a lot of crap and likes to help people who seem to be having communication issues.
History: Maze grew up in Arizona, but was shipped at 16 to California to live with her Aunt & Uncle when her parents died in a plane crash. She discovered her telepathic abilities at the age of 12 when she began to notice that she was responding to people's thoughts rather than what they were saying. Quickly she learned to distinguish between thoughts and speech. Her parents were never aware of the abilities she possessed. As she grew older and moved to California after her parents death she began to notice the supernatural world around her. Having no skills in fighting she took a few defense courses and studied the supernatural in an attempt to prepare herself to help others. At the age of twenty all she wants is a good group of friends, to help those in need, and not let her abilities get the best of her.
Strengths: The ability to read minds, move objects, and has basic fighting skills.
Weaknesses: Isn't particularly strong, large crowds, isn't good at blocking extremely heavy objects.
Celeb Claim: Zoey Deschanel
RP Sample:
There she stood, in a deep blue cotton sun dress with her knee-high moccasin boots, staring at the bathroom mirror. She had thought it would be a good idea to go to the bar tonight, try to score a few drinks, and listen into the lives of others to see if anyone needed mediation. Instead she ended up sitting alone at the bar as it grew more and more crowded. Her focus was shot and it let everyone's thoughts flood right in. She had relocated to the bathroom in an attempt to distance herself from everyone. It hadn't worked. The migraine she currently had would only magnify as she slowly lost more and more control.
Throwing some water on her face she struggled to regain control of herself. Once she had a somewhat sturdy grip on her mind, after twenty minutes of standing in the bathroom, she emerged into the crowded bar. The minute she was out the bathroom door thoughts penetrated her barrier. A sharp pain pulsing at her temple. She was overloading and if she wasn't careful she might pass out. Maze did not need to pass out once again in public, only bad things would come of it. Things she wouldn't remember, or couldn't care to. Pushing her way through the crowd she managed to make it to the door. Her hand grasped the doorknob and pulled it open before stumbling out into the cold winter night.
Outside of the bar sprinted down the street trying to distance herself from the crowd. Finding a secluded alleyway she stepped in and slid down a wall until she was sitting on the damp cement. Putting her head in-between her knees she took a deep breath trying to steady herself. After a moment or two she sat up. This whole bar diving to help people really needed to stop before she wound up in trouble. " My, my don't you look tasty." Too late.
Custom Title: I can't hear you now.
How did you find us? I googled Buffy Rp Guilds.
