Post by Sasha Swift on May 13, 2009 2:18:03 GMT -5
///// INTRODUCING
i n t r o d u c i n g . . .
Full Name~ Sasha Vivienne Swift
Gender~ Female
Age~ Twenty-nine
Date of Birth~ 03/15/1980
Location~ New York City
Faction~ Neutral
Celebrity Claim~ Ksenia Sukhinova
Play anyone else?~ Negatory
/// MIND
m i n d . . .
/// SPECIAL ABILITY
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/// ABILITY LIMITS
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/// PERSONALITY
Born with a silver spoon firmly wedged into her mouth, Sasha Swift is spoiled, self-absorbed and opinionated. Having never wanted for anything, she has a deplorable work ethic, and has spent both her childhood and her adult life getting what she needed handed to her on a silver platter, without the encouragement to expend much effort.
She is frivolous and spontaneous and enjoys being in the spotlight. Always up for a party, she will likely abandon any pressing or important matters to attend any impromptu functions hosted or organised by her vapid socialite “acquaintances.” She likes a frequent drink and often indulges in recreational drugs.
Sasha has a sharp and dry sense of humour. She loves black comedies and the opportunity to laugh at others' misfortunes. She can, however, bite her tongue if need be, and she is a polished liar. These characteristics tend to serve her well in her chosen field, and as a divorce lawyer she has enjoyed some success as her approach is often construed to be quite cutthroat. Her colleagues often refer to her as “The Ballbreaker”, due to her preference of taking female clients.
She tends to take on as little caseload as she possibly can however, which does not endear her at all to her mother. She has a fractured relationship with Vivienne Elisabeth Swift, whom her daughter often calls “Lady V.” While Sasha's father championed his sons, pushing them ruthlessly to succeed, he left the task of encouraging his daughters to his wife. As a result Sasha often rebelled against her mother's influence, who believes that there are certain ways a lady of their family and stature should behave.
From the outside Sasha appears to be an extremely confident, some might even say arrogant, woman. This is the image she projects, this is the way she wants to be. But beneath the glamorous and shiny facade lay some deeply rooted insecurities. She battles constantly with her weight, always mindful that she must be a certain size and shape, and has a tempestuous relationship with food.
She was few of what you might call good friends. The only person who could truly claim to know her is her twin brother, Jacob. To put it mildly, Sasha is a bit of a bitch. Because of this few people ever really make the time to get to know her, believing that while she might be sharp and intelligent, she is just as soulless and empty as the company she keeps.
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Likes~
Dislikes~
Strengths~
Weaknesses~
Skills~
Hobbies~
Habits~
Flaws~
/// BODY
b o d y . . .
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Age~ Twenty-nine
Celebrity Claim~ Ksenia Sukhinova
Sexual Preference~ Heterosexual
Ethnicity~ Caucasian
Hair~ Blonde
Eyes~ Blue
/// APPEARANCE
(Describe the features, appearance, attire, style, etc. of your character)
/// SPIRIT
s p i r i t . . .
Faction~ Whitelaw Group (Neutral Currently)
Birthplace~ Pennsylvania
Mother~ Vivienne Elisabeth Swift
Father~ Granville Whitelaw Swift
Siblings~ One twin brother, one older brother and one younger sister
/// HISTORY
(An informative account of the events leading up to the present)
/// ANYTHING ELSE?
Credit to cousin Kev for the Power Description / Limits and overall concept.
/// SAMPLE RP
”Let's have some fun, this beat is sick! I wanna take a ride on your disco stick!”
Sasha groaned as the sound of her phone ringing roused her from sleep. She opened her eyes slowly, her mind trying to process where exactly she was. She was trapped. Trapped beneath the great, big, muscular arm of Alain, her on again off again new-money boyfriend / drug dealer. She grabbed his wrist and unwrapped his arm from around her body, grunting as she tossed it aside. Sasha was not a cuddler.
Her hand slapped the nightstand beside the bed in attempt to locate her phone. She brought it closer to her eyes and squinted. Unsurprisingly, at this hour of the morning, the caller was her brother. And equally unsurprisingly, he didn't wait for her to answer.
Instantly, she sensed his connection, his thoughts. He had a need for clothing. Leaving the warmth of the bed she moved across the bedroom and opened the door to Alain's impressive walk-in wardrobe, stopping only momentarily to remove her underwear. Quickly she surveyed the suits and smirking, she selected a particularly delicious Armani.
She dressed quickly, not bothering to do up the shirt or tie, Jacob would take care of that himself. She concentrated briefly on the link they shared and the suit disappeared, leaving her once again naked. Alain would probably believe he mislaid the suit, or it was being cleaned. That was if he noticed at all.
“Should have just gone to work naked,” she thought in response to his thanks, “Give old Lady V a heart-attack.”
With the link closed and her work for the day presumably done, she decided to get back into bed. Afterward she would nudge Alain awake and cajole him into making breakfast. Being French, she had assumed he would be phenomenal in the sack. He wasn't. But he was phenomenal in the kitchen. Sasha drifted back to sleep, thoughts of pastries and other culinary delights accompanying her.
Did you read the rules:
i n t r o d u c i n g . . .
Sasha Vivienne Swift ///
[/size][/i]Full Name~ Sasha Vivienne Swift
Gender~ Female
Age~ Twenty-nine
Date of Birth~ 03/15/1980
Location~ New York City
Faction~ Neutral
Celebrity Claim~ Ksenia Sukhinova
Play anyone else?~ Negatory
/// MIND
m i n d . . .
what's in my head?
/// SPECIAL ABILITY
Interconnected Teleportation is an ability that allows the users to teleport objects between each other. In Sasha's case she can teleport objects to her twin and in return he can teleport objects back to her.
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/// ABILITY LIMITS
The twins are limited to teleporting objects no larger than an average car. They are able to teleport living things as well as inanimate objects. Because of the nature of their ability, the object will appear in the same manner it was teleported, just next to the other twin. For example, if her brother put condoms in his pocket and teleported them to Sasha they would appear in the same pocket in her pants. If she was not wearing pants or didn't have a pocket they would appear in the place where the pocket should be... and fall to the ground. If Jacob was to teleport you by placing his hand on your shoulder you would reappear at Sasha's side with her hand in the same spot. Because of their connection, the twins share a sort of telepathy, this allows them to communicate mentally (when activated, it's not on all the time). There is a 30 second delay between when one of them teleports the object and the other receives it.
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/// PERSONALITY
Born with a silver spoon firmly wedged into her mouth, Sasha Swift is spoiled, self-absorbed and opinionated. Having never wanted for anything, she has a deplorable work ethic, and has spent both her childhood and her adult life getting what she needed handed to her on a silver platter, without the encouragement to expend much effort.
She is frivolous and spontaneous and enjoys being in the spotlight. Always up for a party, she will likely abandon any pressing or important matters to attend any impromptu functions hosted or organised by her vapid socialite “acquaintances.” She likes a frequent drink and often indulges in recreational drugs.
Sasha has a sharp and dry sense of humour. She loves black comedies and the opportunity to laugh at others' misfortunes. She can, however, bite her tongue if need be, and she is a polished liar. These characteristics tend to serve her well in her chosen field, and as a divorce lawyer she has enjoyed some success as her approach is often construed to be quite cutthroat. Her colleagues often refer to her as “The Ballbreaker”, due to her preference of taking female clients.
She tends to take on as little caseload as she possibly can however, which does not endear her at all to her mother. She has a fractured relationship with Vivienne Elisabeth Swift, whom her daughter often calls “Lady V.” While Sasha's father championed his sons, pushing them ruthlessly to succeed, he left the task of encouraging his daughters to his wife. As a result Sasha often rebelled against her mother's influence, who believes that there are certain ways a lady of their family and stature should behave.
From the outside Sasha appears to be an extremely confident, some might even say arrogant, woman. This is the image she projects, this is the way she wants to be. But beneath the glamorous and shiny facade lay some deeply rooted insecurities. She battles constantly with her weight, always mindful that she must be a certain size and shape, and has a tempestuous relationship with food.
She was few of what you might call good friends. The only person who could truly claim to know her is her twin brother, Jacob. To put it mildly, Sasha is a bit of a bitch. Because of this few people ever really make the time to get to know her, believing that while she might be sharp and intelligent, she is just as soulless and empty as the company she keeps.
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Likes~
- Fitted, designer suits
- Dirty jokes
- Alcohol
- Cocaine
- Money
- Chocolate cake
- Winning
Dislikes~
- Working
- Overtime
- Young children
- Her mother
- Being ignored
- Obesity
- Losing
Strengths~
- Quick-thinker
- Energetic
- Articulate
- Fun-loving
- Calculative / Shrewd
Weaknesses~
- Poor work ethic / Lazy
- Judgmental
- Arrogant
- Overly sensitive / Tends to personalize
- Can be quick to temper
Skills~
- Licensed attorney
- Experienced sailor
- Interrogation
Hobbies~
- Shopping
- Partying
- Sailing
Habits~
Flaws~
/// BODY
b o d y . . .
caught in your sights . . .
Age~ Twenty-nine
Celebrity Claim~ Ksenia Sukhinova
Sexual Preference~ Heterosexual
Ethnicity~ Caucasian
Hair~ Blonde
Eyes~ Blue
/// APPEARANCE
(Describe the features, appearance, attire, style, etc. of your character)
/// SPIRIT
s p i r i t . . .
this is where i come from . . .
Faction~ Whitelaw Group (Neutral Currently)
Birthplace~ Pennsylvania
Mother~ Vivienne Elisabeth Swift
Father~ Granville Whitelaw Swift
Siblings~ One twin brother, one older brother and one younger sister
/// HISTORY
(An informative account of the events leading up to the present)
/// ANYTHING ELSE?
Credit to cousin Kev for the Power Description / Limits and overall concept.
/// SAMPLE RP
”Let's have some fun, this beat is sick! I wanna take a ride on your disco stick!”
Sasha groaned as the sound of her phone ringing roused her from sleep. She opened her eyes slowly, her mind trying to process where exactly she was. She was trapped. Trapped beneath the great, big, muscular arm of Alain, her on again off again new-money boyfriend / drug dealer. She grabbed his wrist and unwrapped his arm from around her body, grunting as she tossed it aside. Sasha was not a cuddler.
Her hand slapped the nightstand beside the bed in attempt to locate her phone. She brought it closer to her eyes and squinted. Unsurprisingly, at this hour of the morning, the caller was her brother. And equally unsurprisingly, he didn't wait for her to answer.
Instantly, she sensed his connection, his thoughts. He had a need for clothing. Leaving the warmth of the bed she moved across the bedroom and opened the door to Alain's impressive walk-in wardrobe, stopping only momentarily to remove her underwear. Quickly she surveyed the suits and smirking, she selected a particularly delicious Armani.
She dressed quickly, not bothering to do up the shirt or tie, Jacob would take care of that himself. She concentrated briefly on the link they shared and the suit disappeared, leaving her once again naked. Alain would probably believe he mislaid the suit, or it was being cleaned. That was if he noticed at all.
“Should have just gone to work naked,” she thought in response to his thanks, “Give old Lady V a heart-attack.”
With the link closed and her work for the day presumably done, she decided to get back into bed. Afterward she would nudge Alain awake and cajole him into making breakfast. Being French, she had assumed he would be phenomenal in the sack. He wasn't. But he was phenomenal in the kitchen. Sasha drifted back to sleep, thoughts of pastries and other culinary delights accompanying her.
Did you read the rules: