Sparky
November 13th, 2007, 09:10 PM
(Note: You may have noticed my characters have an extra name attached to them. These are NOT last names, but are just like a middle name. They all go by the first name listed.)
Full Name: Treise Fineena
Age: 17
Species: Cinnabar Moth (Tyria jacobaeae)
Gender: Female
Side: In between. She has her Hero and her Dark sides.
Abilities:
vFire Wing
vFireball
vFire Wrath
vBrisk Fire
Weaknesses: Water and power. Really anything that can put out a fire or that can damage wings.
Height: Very tall for your typical Sonic character, about the height of a tall human.
Weight: 75 lbs. Think of her as an adult human. Moths are very light, you know.
Weapons: None, can form fire with her hands.
Techniques:
vFire Wing – beats wings together rapidly and shoots beams of fire at opponent.
vFireball – uses hands to form a fireball, then shoots at the foe. This is a weak and slow attack, and she doesn’t use this often.
vFire Wrath – by sprouting her third pair of arms and using all of her limbs and wings to harness a giant ball of fire. She also rarely uses this, as it is very powerful and takes up lots of energy.
vBrisk Fire – points paws at opponent and shoots small, rapid fireballs like a gun.
vWall Stick – using suction on hands and feet, she can walk on walls and the ceiling to get a better angle of attacking.
Chao: None.
Character Encounters:
Shadow - Once, saw him briefly as she was exploring.
Sonic - Spoke briefly with him, purely out of curiosity.
Tails - Said hi to him when she spoke to Sonic.
Knuckles - Chats regularly with him.
Rouge - Saluted her once.
Appearance: Often mistaken for a butterfly, Treise the cinnabar moth is a beautiful, developed young woman. She has red wings with black streaks and patterns on them, and a light purple body. Her feet and hands aren’t equivalent to other animals’ feet, but are somewhat hoof-like. Both of her hands and feet have suction to them, so she can fingerlessly carry objects and stick to walls. Her eyes are slightly slanted with small, short eyelashes on the outside corners and are red with a single black line as a pupil. She normally has her tongue hanging down, just because of lack of space in her mouth, but must keep it inside her mouth during battle for fear of having it cut off. Her tongue is long and curled backwards, like a moth should look. Of course, she has no nose but uses her tongue to sense.
Personality: Stiff and serious, Treise is a woman of her own. She is merciless and says that passion is for the weak. She is tough and understands things quickly. She rarely cracks a joke, but has a motto of her own, “Sure I’m a moth. But the toughest moth you’ll ever meet.” She believes passion and chao are for the weak. She is almost heartless, and doesn’t think of people as friends, more as partners or commandeers. She extremely rarely finds someone acceptable to be her boyfriend.... but whence you find her heart, she’ll soften up greatly.
Theme Songs:
Boulevard of Broken Dreams (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxfpMGLMZ7Y) – Green Day
Numb (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXYiU_JCYtU) – Linkin Park
History:
Treise has been rejected.
“Excuse me,” she said, not a question or an order. A demand. “Run this by me again why I can’t be a model here?”
“You’re a moth,” the lady simply replied. The words stung Treise like a hornet. The glasses on the end of the judge’s long nose twitched as she said each word. A small wolf with a long nose. And why was she a judge? She wasn’t exactly a butterfly either.
“And you think I don’t know that. I’m a moth, so what? My wings are in perfect condition. Katrina’s wings are chipped, and she is still a model.”
“But Katrina is a butterfly,”
“And her wings are chipped!” Treise leaned over the wolf’s desk and got in her face. She pointed to Katrina, who was fluttering her wings by the mirror.
“Her face is gorgeous and her wing pattern is too,” the lady said, not moving backwards as Treise got forward. Hell, she’s as stubborn as me, Treise thought in her head.
“And my face and wings aren’t?”
“I never said that, Treise, but hon, you’re a moth.”
“A moth! What’s the problem here?”
“We only hire butterflies.”
Treise’s face lit up with anger and she knocked the phone over with her hand as she walked out the door. She got rejected because she was a moth?! Treise shook her head in disbelief as she walked out to her car and stepped inside.
“Because I’m a moth...” Treise said to herself, again, as she started up the motor. She leant her head backwards and moved the car in reverse and backed out of the parking lot. “My species means just as much as my color. Why won’t they hire me? Because I’m a moth. What’s the freaking difference?”
Treise’s mind thought back to what she had eavesdropped before, after one of the higher models told her she was going to be rejected the next day. “Because moth’s bodies are bigger,” she said in a snobby voice, imitating what the wolf judge had said. “Hell.”
Treise thought for a long time as she drove down highways and through neighborhood shortcuts. “I really need to toughen up,” she said aloud to herself. “I won’t take shit from anyone... not even those judges. Or lawyers, or parents, or butterflies.” Treise looked around and drove the car into the garage, and shut the garage door as she went inside. She settled down on the couch to sleep... she didn’t want to do anything that involved being prepared. Even being prepared for bed... she didn’t care. Maybe just tonight though, then she would brush her teeth first thing tomorrow.
“A new rebellion,” she muttered sleepily. “Not the young ones... but a change. A big one...”
Over the next couple years Treise wasn’t happy and giggly. She had changed... all because of the snooty place that wouldn’t accept her. Because she was a moth. She eventually decided to go on a wilderness trip and now became an expert at surviving in the wild. She learned her true fire powers, and was now an experienced, serious attacker, tough as nails and as serious as a heart attack. She was a tough moth, probably the toughest you'll ever encounter.
Full Name: Treise Fineena
Age: 17
Species: Cinnabar Moth (Tyria jacobaeae)
Gender: Female
Side: In between. She has her Hero and her Dark sides.
Abilities:
vFire Wing
vFireball
vFire Wrath
vBrisk Fire
Weaknesses: Water and power. Really anything that can put out a fire or that can damage wings.
Height: Very tall for your typical Sonic character, about the height of a tall human.
Weight: 75 lbs. Think of her as an adult human. Moths are very light, you know.
Weapons: None, can form fire with her hands.
Techniques:
vFire Wing – beats wings together rapidly and shoots beams of fire at opponent.
vFireball – uses hands to form a fireball, then shoots at the foe. This is a weak and slow attack, and she doesn’t use this often.
vFire Wrath – by sprouting her third pair of arms and using all of her limbs and wings to harness a giant ball of fire. She also rarely uses this, as it is very powerful and takes up lots of energy.
vBrisk Fire – points paws at opponent and shoots small, rapid fireballs like a gun.
vWall Stick – using suction on hands and feet, she can walk on walls and the ceiling to get a better angle of attacking.
Chao: None.
Character Encounters:
Shadow - Once, saw him briefly as she was exploring.
Sonic - Spoke briefly with him, purely out of curiosity.
Tails - Said hi to him when she spoke to Sonic.
Knuckles - Chats regularly with him.
Rouge - Saluted her once.
Appearance: Often mistaken for a butterfly, Treise the cinnabar moth is a beautiful, developed young woman. She has red wings with black streaks and patterns on them, and a light purple body. Her feet and hands aren’t equivalent to other animals’ feet, but are somewhat hoof-like. Both of her hands and feet have suction to them, so she can fingerlessly carry objects and stick to walls. Her eyes are slightly slanted with small, short eyelashes on the outside corners and are red with a single black line as a pupil. She normally has her tongue hanging down, just because of lack of space in her mouth, but must keep it inside her mouth during battle for fear of having it cut off. Her tongue is long and curled backwards, like a moth should look. Of course, she has no nose but uses her tongue to sense.
Personality: Stiff and serious, Treise is a woman of her own. She is merciless and says that passion is for the weak. She is tough and understands things quickly. She rarely cracks a joke, but has a motto of her own, “Sure I’m a moth. But the toughest moth you’ll ever meet.” She believes passion and chao are for the weak. She is almost heartless, and doesn’t think of people as friends, more as partners or commandeers. She extremely rarely finds someone acceptable to be her boyfriend.... but whence you find her heart, she’ll soften up greatly.
Theme Songs:
Boulevard of Broken Dreams (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxfpMGLMZ7Y) – Green Day
Numb (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXYiU_JCYtU) – Linkin Park
History:
Treise has been rejected.
“Excuse me,” she said, not a question or an order. A demand. “Run this by me again why I can’t be a model here?”
“You’re a moth,” the lady simply replied. The words stung Treise like a hornet. The glasses on the end of the judge’s long nose twitched as she said each word. A small wolf with a long nose. And why was she a judge? She wasn’t exactly a butterfly either.
“And you think I don’t know that. I’m a moth, so what? My wings are in perfect condition. Katrina’s wings are chipped, and she is still a model.”
“But Katrina is a butterfly,”
“And her wings are chipped!” Treise leaned over the wolf’s desk and got in her face. She pointed to Katrina, who was fluttering her wings by the mirror.
“Her face is gorgeous and her wing pattern is too,” the lady said, not moving backwards as Treise got forward. Hell, she’s as stubborn as me, Treise thought in her head.
“And my face and wings aren’t?”
“I never said that, Treise, but hon, you’re a moth.”
“A moth! What’s the problem here?”
“We only hire butterflies.”
Treise’s face lit up with anger and she knocked the phone over with her hand as she walked out the door. She got rejected because she was a moth?! Treise shook her head in disbelief as she walked out to her car and stepped inside.
“Because I’m a moth...” Treise said to herself, again, as she started up the motor. She leant her head backwards and moved the car in reverse and backed out of the parking lot. “My species means just as much as my color. Why won’t they hire me? Because I’m a moth. What’s the freaking difference?”
Treise’s mind thought back to what she had eavesdropped before, after one of the higher models told her she was going to be rejected the next day. “Because moth’s bodies are bigger,” she said in a snobby voice, imitating what the wolf judge had said. “Hell.”
Treise thought for a long time as she drove down highways and through neighborhood shortcuts. “I really need to toughen up,” she said aloud to herself. “I won’t take shit from anyone... not even those judges. Or lawyers, or parents, or butterflies.” Treise looked around and drove the car into the garage, and shut the garage door as she went inside. She settled down on the couch to sleep... she didn’t want to do anything that involved being prepared. Even being prepared for bed... she didn’t care. Maybe just tonight though, then she would brush her teeth first thing tomorrow.
“A new rebellion,” she muttered sleepily. “Not the young ones... but a change. A big one...”
Over the next couple years Treise wasn’t happy and giggly. She had changed... all because of the snooty place that wouldn’t accept her. Because she was a moth. She eventually decided to go on a wilderness trip and now became an expert at surviving in the wild. She learned her true fire powers, and was now an experienced, serious attacker, tough as nails and as serious as a heart attack. She was a tough moth, probably the toughest you'll ever encounter.