In my SCATTERED HOPE , there lies a wavering dream...
And I Zethera Ian Cain , will fight until the e n d
seriousGUNNER
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{ ✩ } → CALL my n a m e and I'll come back...
Zeth; Ticker
{ ✩ } → Time will p a s s quickly, why can't I stay the same?
20
{ ✩ } → Cast into a l i f e but who am I?
female
{ ✩ } → As long as there's s o m e o n e out there, I'll always search...
s t r a i g h t
{ ✩ } → Light and d a r k at constant war...
Good
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{ ✩ } → Through the reflective l o o k i n g glass, an outline in a mirror...
What Zethera wears is always the attire for missions. Clothes that can get dirty, roughed up. So what if there are a few bit of holes in it, a scratch won't wear her down if she fights. Her tops are usually zippered up good leather, made by her father actually. He was one of the city tailor's where they lived. And, supporting her family, she wears outergarmets made by him. She doesn't mind though. Just as long as it's sturdy and fits well.
She'll wear spandex undershirts and shorts underneath the leather top and leggings. Just for extra movements and in case her outer's got too ripped, she'd have something on still. Strapped to her arms, back, and thighs are chain-metal coverings as well. Plus the bullet-proof vest. Yea, it's a lot to carry, but you can never be too safe these days. It helps her to become stronger, physically. She'll take off the heavy stuff, but leaves on the vest at all times.
{ ✩ } → Sweet sounds ringing t h r o u g h me, I cherish them...
The power of guns
shiny bullets
when it rains
sleep
being able to relax
back massages
cling-on friendships
easy work days
a good team
her family
ride-able animals
{ ✩ } → Neverending displeasure, m a k e it go away...
The hot, bright sunlight
rude, obnoxious people
sour things
being struck by anything
pinching
being told what to do
being pushed around
smart-allics
{ ✩ } → Through a prism, I s c a t t e r myself across the sky...
Zethera is one who doesn't like ebing told the instructions and how to do her job. She can easily figure out what to do on her own, and if she needs help she won't admit it. She acts a bit stubborn most of the time. It really depends on who she will let in, probably childhood friends only or just one who she can bond with more than others. Most of the time she is tired with life, not the least bit lazy, just tired. A nice break would really do her some good, with all the work she's been doing. If she isn't working, she's eitehr sleeping, patroling the streets, or training. Seldomly will she go off in someone's face for an on the spot battle unless they have really got on her temper. She isn't one for patience with people who test her, and sometimes she wished she had restraints to hold her back.
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{ ✩ } → I try not to r e g r e t what cannot be undone...
>Grew up in a family that hunted and was average-class. Her mother always had food on the table, though she never worked. Her two elder brothers Joel and Michael hunted for fish or wild animals. Her father was a tailor, so she and her brothers would wear what he made in support. The clothes weren't always fancy and great, but they held up better than most brands that you found in the market.
>Zethera liked playing pirate and captain with her brothers, a little game that they made up. She would always have to be the good captain of the vessel and they would both be dark pirates who somehow were better than her when they tried taking the chicken from her. The chicken was supposed to be fake gold. Yes they used real swords, yes they got tons of cuts and scars, and yes they played it twice a day. A day.
>Even though playing was sword was fun, it just wasn't her thing. Her mother didn't encourage her to be a fighting type of girl, the tomboy, but allowed her to take up arms of a gun. Two hand guns. They were owned by her mother's grandfather, who was a gunner. Her mother secretly used to practice with them when he wasn't home.
>Zethera took skill training and excelled in it greatly. At the age of fifteen she was recommended three times to different army officials. They drafted her to be a Gunner at age sixteen and she did great, but after that last bullet to the right arm, she's been down doing low skill stuff. Her arm weakens her shot, but she won't let that stop her.
>Now she learns more by mistake on her own than by watching others. Not many people she knows are gunners.
>When her devotedKnight friend asked her to become a guardian, she had to think it over a tiny bit. She considered that becoming one would take a lot of energy and skill, which she had. At least on the skill half. Energy wasn't on her side anymore. Sleep came to her less and less. But she took up the title and now wants to work harder than ever.
{ ✩ } → Alas I push the f e e l i n g of cowardice as far as possible...
On the fears side, Zethera cringes at the strike of any hand. Beatings weren't used in her family but once, when her mother was stressed about losing their home due to no one buying any clothes her father made. But that was just once. When her officer when she was drafted would strike due to signs of weakness, she cried out. A lifted hand makes her waver a bit, but she tries seeing past it.
On the weaknesses side, Zethera's arm doesn't have good aim anymore. She had to perfect her left arm and be dominant on that side after being shot by a bullet one year when she was drafted. She isn't good at telling direction and sometimes gets paranoid by it. To her, direction is like getting stuck under water. Which was is up, which was is down> to which way is east, west, north, south.
{ ✩ } → I gained a p o w e r and I'll hold it close...
G U N N E R
{ ✩ } → This feeling that I can o v e r c o m e gives me the strength to carry on...
She is able to use
☻attack
☻trigger happy
☻potshot
☻enchanted ammo
but is trying to learn how to master
☻tableturner and scatter burst
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{ ✩ } → Mumbling words d e e p inside, can you hear them?
"It's a fight for survival. .with every step you take. .Standing in battle or observing the streets. .Nothing but disaster, pain, heroics, and battle. «Zethera
Take one look at me, and you'll know that I'm constantly stressed. Nor morning//night person. Don't want you to talk to me. You don't want to fight with me" «Zethera
"A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer." «Emmerson
"Courage is doing what you're afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you're scared." «Rickenbacker
{ ✩ } → A melody that s i n g s with my soul...
Citizen Soldier« 3 Doors Down
Phenomenon« Thousand Foot Krutch
{ ✩ } → A set of s t r i n g s holding me to my destiny...
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 JimmyTheYellowHighlighter · Sat Jun 20, 2009 @ 07:04am · 0 Comments |
