Post by Saasha on Aug 18, 2012 22:26:56 GMT -6
Name: Nick D. Williams
Aliases:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species Human
Alignment: Good
Original or Canon: Original
Date of Birth August 14, 1994
Place of Birth Burnsville, NC. USA
Physical Appearance:
Picture
Special Abilities:
Has experience in various martial arts as well as being proficient a few different sword styles and gun types.
Synesthesia
Nick has a condition known as synesthesia. It is a condition where words, sounds, letters, or even smells trigger reactions within the brain. Typically, those triggers elicit a person to see colors or shapes within their mind’s eyes. Or sounds can be heard or a word brought to mind- even numbers. For example, the letter ‘L’ might trigger one with synesthesia to see the color green in their mind. Or the color red might cause one to hear trumpets. Again, this is the typical synesthesia.
Nick, however, has a rare brand. She sees colors. However the rare thing is that they not triggered by anything and the colors she sees are not in her mind’s eye- though occasionally they can be. Her colors come- not as a blank sheet, but in wisps and shapes in her field of vision. She has learned over her youth that she can change and shape these into nearly anything she wishes. Of course in her world, she is the only one that can see them, and her fascination and love of these colors has lead to them become the objects of her meditations even thought she can see them plainly without it. Occasionally, she will use her hands to guide them and shape them at her will if her brain is too scattered or she is too distracted to move them with her mind.
Once she gets to Genesis, she doesn't know it but she will be able to manifest in real life for her to use as a weapon. Well in her case they are bands or wisps of color that she can control and contort, like I can. And in her world, they were just that. She was the only one that saw them because they were in her mind and vision alone, her mind created them.
Well in her case they are bands or wisps of color that she can control and contort. And in her world, they were just that. She was the only one that saw them because they were in her mind and vision alone, her mind created them.
She could, however, see auras fairly well as a side effect. she is greatly enjoys meditation and aura reading and the effects of stones on meditation and such.
The Syn in her world was just a glitch in her mind but in Genesis they became real, palpable tendrils of color or light. she would be able to use them as weapons, barriers, to move objects, and effect things physically. On that same note, she can banish them at will as well.
Sponge
Basically, because she can see auras and feel energies and how they flow and move, if she sees a technique, she can memorize how to do it on a basic level. With more practice she can copy it entirely. This goes along with being a fighter- reading the opponent. Now if the attack is overly powerful and requires a lot of energy do use it, she has to be taught it by that person or someone who know the move.
Whether the move is holy, demonic, or otherwise doesn't matter because she is using her own Syn and aura/energy to use it. The different colors are all represent different frequencies and types of aura that her Syn and energy can shift to, giving her a virtually unlimited range of choices. Her Syn can also change to accommodate for new frequencies it feels. Hence why she, a human who has no contact whatsoever with demons, can use demonic abilities.
However, this knowledge is not known to her yet. To her, her synesthesia is simply a glitch in her brain. She has no idea that her arrival on Genesis, with all of the different energies of it, has triggered the awakening of her gift.
Telepathy
Aura-therapy and Transfers
A unique ability that she possessed back in her old world that has only strengthened upon her arrival in Genesis. Through touch and through proximity, Nick can transfer emotions, images, and even physical feelings to another person
Weapons:
Fists, feet, and a 9mm pistol.
History:
Nick had a fairly standard childhood, nothing too out of the ordinary. She had been home schooled for all of her schooling years, joining various clubs and such, and doing the things that most little girls did- until her tenth birthday when her parents enrolled her in a martial arts program in their hometown. She immediately took to the arts and swiftly became a prospect for a future teacher and fighter. First a student, she earned her way through the ranks and often was looked to for help with katas, techniques, and such. As she grew, she became an assistant instructor and proved herself as a good fighter and even better teacher. Upon turning fifteen, she was promoted to a full instructor under her employer and flourished in the field and was eventually given affiliate schools and branch-off schools to take under her wing.
Not much changed during her transition stages of her career, until her employer noticed that she was a natural born fighter in more than one way. Her techniques were spot on, yes: but her heart and her character also excelled as well. Having trained many local, state and world champions in Thai kickboxing, boxing, and many other fields, he approached her about placing her within the ranks of his team by simply telling her that she had a ring fight not but six weeks away. A challenge she readily accepted.
Nick spent the next six weeks training hour after hour after hour to get ready. It was said that most people lost their first fight, this was to be an exception however. But because of biased and corrupt judging, the fight was given to her opponent. The event did nothing to deter her however, it just made her determined from then on that the rest of her fights would not be left up to the judges. It was this that lead to her nearly perfect string of knockout fights under her employer and coach’s tutelage. After only a year in the ring with her coach and long time head master, her dad’s job necessitated a move to Louisiana, news that rattled her and left her slightly depressed. She had been with her coach for so long that she now didn’t want to so much as step in the ring without him. Being taught and monitored by any other coach would feel like betrayal and so she settled on the decision to not step in a cage again. The arts were something that she held very near to her heart and he had been their origin, how could she go to anyone else? On top of that she was not yet old enough to go solo.
Finally her coach convinced her to continue her career without him. He would go to as many fights as he could despite the fact that he had the dojo and the other schools to take care of, not to mention the other fighters that were counting on him, but could no longer actually coach her. She agreed, but told him that she refused to go under anyone’s wing but his. Once again, he managed to get to her agree to take a coach but only if he could actually benefit her. And so began to her search for a new manager….
Hit after hit, punch after punch, knee after knee she beat the hanging bag at near full strength. It swung back and forth with the weight of the strikes and each time caused the hook that held it to the ceiling to jiggle from it’s loft beam just a bit. She trained every punch in on the battered and worn logo staring back at her, a black ‘X’ surrounded by a white circle, the words ‘International Kickboxing and MMA League’ barely visible around the circumference. Sweat dripped from her nose and onto her drenched sport bra and added to the moisture. Her legs stayed loose as she twisted her hips from side to side, allowing her arms and knees to add even more power on top of what she was already pumping out. Her shoulders flexed from the strain of her hits, she wasn’t exactly drained, but she was certainly tired.
The double doors to the cool down room burst open and a tall, deeply tanned, and exuberant man entered, his arms open wide as her approached her, “Ah ha! That was good match, yes. You do very well, very well indeed. You going go far in this. Very far. Yes yes! You had her running in fear, did you see?” His voice dripped in a thick Hispanic accent set off by a bit of an Italian reflection. The result of speaking Spanish while constantly in the company of his Italian employers it could be supposed. Her focus didn’t waver as his approached, not even when he stood a mere few feet from her, not even when he reached out to clap his hand on her shoulder, but when the hand brushed her she stopped, her fist still nestled into the perfectly formed dent she had been creating. The man’s smile faded as he watched her, “Nick?”
No response, no movement, her eyes still trained on the bag… Another manager under her belt. “You rigged the fight.” Monotone. Nothing else. it was clear that the words were a statement, not a question. She knew.
He blinked a few times. How did she- no time for that. He gave her a cordial smile, “Ah what do you talk of huh? Why I do that to you? Now come come, we have papers to sign! Just a few more minutes and you will be champion in world!” He exclaimed and tugged her shoulder to pull her behind him as he turned to leave. But the shoulder didn’t budge. He turned back to look at his fighter, his painted smile fading a bit. Still, Nick said nothing, she merely dropped her arm to her side and lowered her head causing her bangs to hide her face with dark shadows. “Nick, why you no come? I told you I not rig fight. You won fair and squares. You had her running ‘round cage like chicken!” He let out a bellowing laugh that quickly faded when she didn’t even twitch. “I do noth-”
“You rigged the fight.” She didn’t need to raise her tone or her head in order for the message to hit the now sweating manager. He had been caught. A nervous laugh later and he was defending himself. Just like all of the others… “She dropped at the first light tap I threw.” The incident flashed in her mind. Nick had merely tapped the other girl no harder than you would tap a window to get someone’s attention, yet she had collapsed to the mat in an heap. When she rose her face held shock and something else. Nick hadn’t known what at the time but now, thinking back, but it had been panic. The other girl made some excuse to the ref she about tripping over her own feet and resumed the fight.
A few minutes later, the girl dropped again, this time from a front kick to the gut. Yes it had been hard, but Nick had slipped a bit so the kick hadn’t been nearly hard enough to break anything. Yet, the girl gasped for air and rolled to her knees- ok it had been that hard, but nearly enough to almost make the girl quit. Her opponent hadn’t been made of glass.
Last round. Nick had had enough, a swift round kick to the head and the girl was stumbling against the chain of the cage- Nick didn’t wait. She rushed in and grabbed the girl by the head, pulling her repeatedly into knees, pounding at her ribs and not stopping until the ref pried her grip from the back of the other girl’s head. When Nick did let go, the girl dropped to the mat, half unconscious.
Nick waited for the judges decision and the announcements but gave a very generic comment when the ring announcer asked her for it. She even managed to force a smile, but on the inside, she was disappointed and, frankly, furious. After it was all done, she walked to the room with the rest of her team while the manager stayed behind. A quick glance over her shoulder yielded a sight that confirmed her suspicions- a thick manila envelope being slipped into her manager’s bag from behind.
Her sight faded back to the padded floors of the room. Eleven managers in four years. She thought to herself solemnly. “Why did you do that?”
The manager knew he was caught. There was no point in trying to weasel his way out of it. Maybe he could get her on his side. “I do it for you. You like money you get, yes? You fight good, I share profits, we both get more, we both happy, yes?”
“No.” Short and simple.
“But-”, For a moment, his face dropped in panic, she was going to fire him… He had been kicked off of so many fighter’s lists that if he got one more strike, his career was done for. “But you already win so many fights and make sooo much.” He held his hands outstretched to illustrate his point, “Plus, you get fight more this way. I thought you like to fight?”
She didn’t say anything for a moment, the sheer disappointment blocking her brain from feeling anything but that one emotion. Finally, her anger began to bubble and allowed her to speak evenly at least. “Eleven. Eleven managers. Is it so much to ask for one that isn’t consumed by money?” She spoke to no one in particular. “You’re fired.”
The words echoed in his ears like a gavel. “F-fired? But I-”
“Doesn’t anyone understand that this is not something that I just do on the side? This is not a just hobby for me. This is my entire life.” She brought up her hands to gaze at the sweat drenched wraps that covered them. “I‘m done with underhanded, deceiving, manipulative people.” She finally looked up, her black-brown eyes locking immediately with his; a look that was deceivingly calm. “You’re fired.”
His face changed from one of complete shock to one boiling with pure rage. His life was over now. And all thanks to some brat! “You want know why you no keep coach?! You no keep coach because you no fight right! Fight no longer two people in ring for only fun. People want money. You want to go to top, this is how you get ahead! Money all that matter! You no find coach because you no care! If not for me, you not have half the money you have now!” He raged.
“I don’t work for you… You work for me. And I didn‘t tell you to gamble. You‘re fired.”
He hissed through his teeth before turning on his heels and storming out, this brat would pay. When he reached the door, he turned to shout out one last threat as she picked up her backpack, “When I done with you, you never find another coach, another manager, even another fight in this country again! You be lucky to find fight anywhere in world!” He seethed and slammed the doors behind him.
All the pent up anger she had been holding back, all the frustration and aggravation translated itself into her fist as she took one more swing at the already mangled bag. Her balled fist whistled through the air as it careened to take out it’s unfeeling target, but it never collided.
Aliases:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species Human
Alignment: Good
Original or Canon: Original
Date of Birth August 14, 1994
Place of Birth Burnsville, NC. USA
Physical Appearance:
Picture
Special Abilities:
Has experience in various martial arts as well as being proficient a few different sword styles and gun types.
Synesthesia
Nick has a condition known as synesthesia. It is a condition where words, sounds, letters, or even smells trigger reactions within the brain. Typically, those triggers elicit a person to see colors or shapes within their mind’s eyes. Or sounds can be heard or a word brought to mind- even numbers. For example, the letter ‘L’ might trigger one with synesthesia to see the color green in their mind. Or the color red might cause one to hear trumpets. Again, this is the typical synesthesia.
Nick, however, has a rare brand. She sees colors. However the rare thing is that they not triggered by anything and the colors she sees are not in her mind’s eye- though occasionally they can be. Her colors come- not as a blank sheet, but in wisps and shapes in her field of vision. She has learned over her youth that she can change and shape these into nearly anything she wishes. Of course in her world, she is the only one that can see them, and her fascination and love of these colors has lead to them become the objects of her meditations even thought she can see them plainly without it. Occasionally, she will use her hands to guide them and shape them at her will if her brain is too scattered or she is too distracted to move them with her mind.
Once she gets to Genesis, she doesn't know it but she will be able to manifest in real life for her to use as a weapon. Well in her case they are bands or wisps of color that she can control and contort, like I can. And in her world, they were just that. She was the only one that saw them because they were in her mind and vision alone, her mind created them.
Well in her case they are bands or wisps of color that she can control and contort. And in her world, they were just that. She was the only one that saw them because they were in her mind and vision alone, her mind created them.
She could, however, see auras fairly well as a side effect. she is greatly enjoys meditation and aura reading and the effects of stones on meditation and such.
The Syn in her world was just a glitch in her mind but in Genesis they became real, palpable tendrils of color or light. she would be able to use them as weapons, barriers, to move objects, and effect things physically. On that same note, she can banish them at will as well.
Sponge
Basically, because she can see auras and feel energies and how they flow and move, if she sees a technique, she can memorize how to do it on a basic level. With more practice she can copy it entirely. This goes along with being a fighter- reading the opponent. Now if the attack is overly powerful and requires a lot of energy do use it, she has to be taught it by that person or someone who know the move.
Whether the move is holy, demonic, or otherwise doesn't matter because she is using her own Syn and aura/energy to use it. The different colors are all represent different frequencies and types of aura that her Syn and energy can shift to, giving her a virtually unlimited range of choices. Her Syn can also change to accommodate for new frequencies it feels. Hence why she, a human who has no contact whatsoever with demons, can use demonic abilities.
However, this knowledge is not known to her yet. To her, her synesthesia is simply a glitch in her brain. She has no idea that her arrival on Genesis, with all of the different energies of it, has triggered the awakening of her gift.
Telepathy
Aura-therapy and Transfers
A unique ability that she possessed back in her old world that has only strengthened upon her arrival in Genesis. Through touch and through proximity, Nick can transfer emotions, images, and even physical feelings to another person
Weapons:
Fists, feet, and a 9mm pistol.
History:
Nick had a fairly standard childhood, nothing too out of the ordinary. She had been home schooled for all of her schooling years, joining various clubs and such, and doing the things that most little girls did- until her tenth birthday when her parents enrolled her in a martial arts program in their hometown. She immediately took to the arts and swiftly became a prospect for a future teacher and fighter. First a student, she earned her way through the ranks and often was looked to for help with katas, techniques, and such. As she grew, she became an assistant instructor and proved herself as a good fighter and even better teacher. Upon turning fifteen, she was promoted to a full instructor under her employer and flourished in the field and was eventually given affiliate schools and branch-off schools to take under her wing.
Not much changed during her transition stages of her career, until her employer noticed that she was a natural born fighter in more than one way. Her techniques were spot on, yes: but her heart and her character also excelled as well. Having trained many local, state and world champions in Thai kickboxing, boxing, and many other fields, he approached her about placing her within the ranks of his team by simply telling her that she had a ring fight not but six weeks away. A challenge she readily accepted.
Nick spent the next six weeks training hour after hour after hour to get ready. It was said that most people lost their first fight, this was to be an exception however. But because of biased and corrupt judging, the fight was given to her opponent. The event did nothing to deter her however, it just made her determined from then on that the rest of her fights would not be left up to the judges. It was this that lead to her nearly perfect string of knockout fights under her employer and coach’s tutelage. After only a year in the ring with her coach and long time head master, her dad’s job necessitated a move to Louisiana, news that rattled her and left her slightly depressed. She had been with her coach for so long that she now didn’t want to so much as step in the ring without him. Being taught and monitored by any other coach would feel like betrayal and so she settled on the decision to not step in a cage again. The arts were something that she held very near to her heart and he had been their origin, how could she go to anyone else? On top of that she was not yet old enough to go solo.
Finally her coach convinced her to continue her career without him. He would go to as many fights as he could despite the fact that he had the dojo and the other schools to take care of, not to mention the other fighters that were counting on him, but could no longer actually coach her. She agreed, but told him that she refused to go under anyone’s wing but his. Once again, he managed to get to her agree to take a coach but only if he could actually benefit her. And so began to her search for a new manager….
Hit after hit, punch after punch, knee after knee she beat the hanging bag at near full strength. It swung back and forth with the weight of the strikes and each time caused the hook that held it to the ceiling to jiggle from it’s loft beam just a bit. She trained every punch in on the battered and worn logo staring back at her, a black ‘X’ surrounded by a white circle, the words ‘International Kickboxing and MMA League’ barely visible around the circumference. Sweat dripped from her nose and onto her drenched sport bra and added to the moisture. Her legs stayed loose as she twisted her hips from side to side, allowing her arms and knees to add even more power on top of what she was already pumping out. Her shoulders flexed from the strain of her hits, she wasn’t exactly drained, but she was certainly tired.
The double doors to the cool down room burst open and a tall, deeply tanned, and exuberant man entered, his arms open wide as her approached her, “Ah ha! That was good match, yes. You do very well, very well indeed. You going go far in this. Very far. Yes yes! You had her running in fear, did you see?” His voice dripped in a thick Hispanic accent set off by a bit of an Italian reflection. The result of speaking Spanish while constantly in the company of his Italian employers it could be supposed. Her focus didn’t waver as his approached, not even when he stood a mere few feet from her, not even when he reached out to clap his hand on her shoulder, but when the hand brushed her she stopped, her fist still nestled into the perfectly formed dent she had been creating. The man’s smile faded as he watched her, “Nick?”
No response, no movement, her eyes still trained on the bag… Another manager under her belt. “You rigged the fight.” Monotone. Nothing else. it was clear that the words were a statement, not a question. She knew.
He blinked a few times. How did she- no time for that. He gave her a cordial smile, “Ah what do you talk of huh? Why I do that to you? Now come come, we have papers to sign! Just a few more minutes and you will be champion in world!” He exclaimed and tugged her shoulder to pull her behind him as he turned to leave. But the shoulder didn’t budge. He turned back to look at his fighter, his painted smile fading a bit. Still, Nick said nothing, she merely dropped her arm to her side and lowered her head causing her bangs to hide her face with dark shadows. “Nick, why you no come? I told you I not rig fight. You won fair and squares. You had her running ‘round cage like chicken!” He let out a bellowing laugh that quickly faded when she didn’t even twitch. “I do noth-”
“You rigged the fight.” She didn’t need to raise her tone or her head in order for the message to hit the now sweating manager. He had been caught. A nervous laugh later and he was defending himself. Just like all of the others… “She dropped at the first light tap I threw.” The incident flashed in her mind. Nick had merely tapped the other girl no harder than you would tap a window to get someone’s attention, yet she had collapsed to the mat in an heap. When she rose her face held shock and something else. Nick hadn’t known what at the time but now, thinking back, but it had been panic. The other girl made some excuse to the ref she about tripping over her own feet and resumed the fight.
A few minutes later, the girl dropped again, this time from a front kick to the gut. Yes it had been hard, but Nick had slipped a bit so the kick hadn’t been nearly hard enough to break anything. Yet, the girl gasped for air and rolled to her knees- ok it had been that hard, but nearly enough to almost make the girl quit. Her opponent hadn’t been made of glass.
Last round. Nick had had enough, a swift round kick to the head and the girl was stumbling against the chain of the cage- Nick didn’t wait. She rushed in and grabbed the girl by the head, pulling her repeatedly into knees, pounding at her ribs and not stopping until the ref pried her grip from the back of the other girl’s head. When Nick did let go, the girl dropped to the mat, half unconscious.
Nick waited for the judges decision and the announcements but gave a very generic comment when the ring announcer asked her for it. She even managed to force a smile, but on the inside, she was disappointed and, frankly, furious. After it was all done, she walked to the room with the rest of her team while the manager stayed behind. A quick glance over her shoulder yielded a sight that confirmed her suspicions- a thick manila envelope being slipped into her manager’s bag from behind.
Her sight faded back to the padded floors of the room. Eleven managers in four years. She thought to herself solemnly. “Why did you do that?”
The manager knew he was caught. There was no point in trying to weasel his way out of it. Maybe he could get her on his side. “I do it for you. You like money you get, yes? You fight good, I share profits, we both get more, we both happy, yes?”
“No.” Short and simple.
“But-”, For a moment, his face dropped in panic, she was going to fire him… He had been kicked off of so many fighter’s lists that if he got one more strike, his career was done for. “But you already win so many fights and make sooo much.” He held his hands outstretched to illustrate his point, “Plus, you get fight more this way. I thought you like to fight?”
She didn’t say anything for a moment, the sheer disappointment blocking her brain from feeling anything but that one emotion. Finally, her anger began to bubble and allowed her to speak evenly at least. “Eleven. Eleven managers. Is it so much to ask for one that isn’t consumed by money?” She spoke to no one in particular. “You’re fired.”
The words echoed in his ears like a gavel. “F-fired? But I-”
“Doesn’t anyone understand that this is not something that I just do on the side? This is not a just hobby for me. This is my entire life.” She brought up her hands to gaze at the sweat drenched wraps that covered them. “I‘m done with underhanded, deceiving, manipulative people.” She finally looked up, her black-brown eyes locking immediately with his; a look that was deceivingly calm. “You’re fired.”
His face changed from one of complete shock to one boiling with pure rage. His life was over now. And all thanks to some brat! “You want know why you no keep coach?! You no keep coach because you no fight right! Fight no longer two people in ring for only fun. People want money. You want to go to top, this is how you get ahead! Money all that matter! You no find coach because you no care! If not for me, you not have half the money you have now!” He raged.
“I don’t work for you… You work for me. And I didn‘t tell you to gamble. You‘re fired.”
He hissed through his teeth before turning on his heels and storming out, this brat would pay. When he reached the door, he turned to shout out one last threat as she picked up her backpack, “When I done with you, you never find another coach, another manager, even another fight in this country again! You be lucky to find fight anywhere in world!” He seethed and slammed the doors behind him.
All the pent up anger she had been holding back, all the frustration and aggravation translated itself into her fist as she took one more swing at the already mangled bag. Her balled fist whistled through the air as it careened to take out it’s unfeeling target, but it never collided.
