Post by Atalia Seber on Dec 5, 2012 19:05:05 GMT -5
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Atalia SeberTHATS MY NAME DONT WEAR IT OUT
Full Name: Atalia Seber
Nickname(s): Atlas, Saber
Canon/Original/Adoptable: Original
Birthday/Place of Birth: 1987, Saint Michael, Barbados, but spent most of her years in Zimbabwe, Africa before coming to permanently reside in the United States.
Current Residence: On the Road; in the West
Family: None that are anywhere close to being in reach.[/left]
IN A BROKEN MIRROR
[/color]Height: 5'8
Body type: muscular, lean
Skin tone: honey/fawn.
Eye color: Hazel
Hair color and typical style: Black hair; long on the right with a slight buzz-cut on the left. Example
Played By: Robyn Fenty AKA Rihanna
Special Markings (tattoos, piercings, scars, etc): Atalia has nearly 14 tattoos that span from her head to her toes. Her most notable include; a “Star” in her left ear, a “Pisces Sign” behind right ear, a script that reads “rebelle fleur” which means rebellious flower in french on her neck. She has a “Never a failure, always a lesson” motto in mirror writing on her upper chest near her right shoulder, a date in roman numerals “XI-IV-LXXXVI” on her left shoulder, “A Trail of Stars” going down from her neck to her back, an Arabic phase which means “Freedom in Jesus” on her right rib-cage, "Love" written on her middle finger, "Shhh..." on her right index finger, and a inked “Henna-Style Dragon Claw” on her right hand followed with three dashes on each of her fingers.
My Style:
Atalia isn't picky about her clothes, she wears what is comfortable to her. However, there are certain items that are trademark to her person. No matter what she wears you can always expect to see these items.
Those she cared for did not have much, and most often than not Atalia would only ask for a simple thank you in return for her services. But sometimes she received gifts of appreciation in the forms of hand-crafted jewelry, each item she received is held close to her heart and they are counted as some of her most treasured possessions.
Feathered Necklace
Traditional Necklace
Peacock feather earrings
Tiger bracelet; Left hand
Tribal bracelet; left hand
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IT'S GOOD, Y'ALL
[/color]Likes:
-The Smell of Rain
-Animals
-Tattoos
-Sleeping in
-Hot Chocolate
-Dream Catchers
-Shooting Stars
Dislikes:
-Leopard Print
-Banana Milk
-Cameras
-Disrespect
-Entitlement
What was/is your characters dream/goals:
In the beginning, she wanted to only help other people, but her dream took on a new form when she moved to Zimbabwe and saw starving children eating rats, families turning on each other and farmers killing their own livestock to survive. People died ever day from sickness and money was utterly useless due to inflation. Many couldn't afford a doctor let alone nourish themselves. She wanted to eventually create a hospital to help those people in need.
Such a hopeless dream now...
Now she is seeking a way to cure the infection, taking medical, chemical, and even psychological books when she can to read and research.
Fears:
-Having a gun pointed at her
-Someone dying under her care
-Not knowing enough to cure someone
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Its Who I Am
[/color]Describe your character’s personality (a decent paragraph please):
Atlas is a very caring person, alluding an aura of a almost motherly feel, she is not the type of person that will leave you bleeding on the ground.
She is incredibly cunning, and would not hesitate to pick up a book like Chemistry: A Molecular Approach just to read before going to sleep.
Atalia is a learner, and a observer. She isn't much for talking, unless it is to calm down a patient or ease the nerves of another individual. And like a scientific sponge she likes to watch people and see what makes them tick before writing it down in her research notebook. ( A torn diary of sorts that holds formulas, psychosis observations of the mind, and medical data that she hopes will help in future study for a cure. However she is incredibly limited without test subjects and a lab of any sort to practice. )
Atlas can be snarky and teasing at times, loving to play with other people and make them laugh, but she never teases someone to be cruel and immediately apologizes when she offends someone.
She accepts authority when thrust upon her and is incredibly loyal and devoted to those that have the chance to get to know her. However, when it comes to treatment, she hold little patience for other people other than those she is taking care of. She doesn't like being disturbed and can at times act like a guard dog around her patients, grumpily shooing away anyone who tries to interfere with her sick charge.
Strengths :
-Clever
-Amiable
-Supportive
-Self Confidence
-Decisive
-Knowledgeable
Weaknesses :
- Perfectionist
- Sometimes too caring
- Overworker
- Overachiever
- Her accent is a bit strong and hard to understand among some american survivors.
Habits
-When she sees a wound, whether on her or on someone else, she tends to analyze it on the spot and mentally diagnose and figure out how to fix the injury.
Flaws: (please include at least one personality and and one physical):
-Can be too caring at times and sometimes works well past exhaustion-whether researching or caring for someone's injury. She tends not to stop until her task is done completely.
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Its A Gift
[/color]Skills and Abilities:
-Poison darts; she knows how to capture snakes and spiders and extract their venom to be used on her blowgun that she got from a close friend across the sea.
-Medicine; she has a vast array of experience when it comes to fixing wounds. Many people had come to her with lion bites, gun shot wounds, and even some bizarre limb misalignment and severs.
-Herbs; Having not been able to afford conventional medicine, Atlas went to old books researching plants and tree saps from around the world in order to create poultices that worked with the body rather than against it. Unfortunately despite her knowledge, it became rather useless during the time she needed the information most due to fees and exporting laws for most of the exotic plants she needed in order to help her sick patients. However, American plants vary and some are still rather useful, so it wasn't all wasted efforts on her part.
-Gun and knife; Africa had always been a place of vast beauty, but also great danger. Travelling to remote villages under doctor calls had at times been incredibly dangerous for the woman. It wasn't uncommon for people to get kidnapped and thrust into the human trafficking system, and because of such knowing how to use a gun had become vital. Not to mention the possible running up on a dangerous animal in the Savannah. She has a special knife that had been given to her as payment during one of her treatments. Though, she isn't very good with it on a combat scale, and instead uses to cut plant samples. It is one of her most precious items and she only uses in the most dire of situations.
-Hunting and fishing; Eating in Africa required Seber going out and catching her food. It was not uncommon that her dinner consisted of rat or ant larva. Anything edible she could find she mostly ate, regardless of taste.
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We Ain't In Kansas Anymore...
Born into a family of doctors, Atalia always knew what she would be when she grew up. Conditioned with books upon books, it was unacceptable to get any grade in school less that an A. Anything less would result in a beating and a night without dinner. Luckily for her, Seber loved learning, probably enough to be considered a obsession. She had no trouble keeping her grades, but the school criteria quickly lost interest to her.
She began spending most of her after school days taking advanced placement classes. Many teachers and even students thought her a prodigy, but this was far from the case. Everything she accomplished was from long nights of solid hard work. Atlas just spent more time studying than other kids, she wasn't some unnatural genius.
After graduating college with solid marks, she received a letter from her cousin in Africa. There wasn't much to the letter besides a plea for help and against her parent's wishes, Atalia took an immediately flight to a small village off of Ghana called Bunbonayili.
Her cousin visited her with open arms, showing her the great beauty of Africa's people and the deep sadness that they lived in. She spent nearly 8 months helping sickness in that village. Her home was a mud hut; she ate local food; gathered water; and did her washing by hand alongside the local women. It was an incredible and humbling experience next her privileged and somewhat luxurious lifestyle before arriving in Africa. It was one she did not want to leave from.
Atlas' cousin told her about other villages much like Bunbonayili and knowing what her purpose was, she set out to help as many people as she could.
Eventually, Saber made a home for herself in Zimbabwe, treating people for next to nothing besides a thank you. Children came to her for stories, and she began to take it upon herself to teach them Greek mythology for fun and basic writing and math when she could. Kids began to call her Atlas after their favorite Titan. After some time, the adults began to call her as such and Seber made no moves to correct the nickname, secretly liking it herself.
But this was dark times in Africa and on a mistake on her part she began to treat rebel forces, not expecting the repercussions for such actions.
Under a doctor call to a sick child, Atalia came back to her house to see it burnt down. Not one to pushed down, she continued her work.
However, her life grew more difficult after the first burnt house. Nearly, five other threats on her life were issued before her cousin eventually forced her to leave for America stating she could come back only after the war between the rebels were over.
But then the infection happened and everything changed...
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Atalia's eyes wavered from the small enclosed jar in her hands. For a brief moment she could have sworn she heard a twig break. Was it simply an animal not yet aware of her presence among the grass, or was it something far more worse? The female's eyes quickly shifted to her prize within her nimble hands. The captured black widow crawled sporadically around in the jar, trying it's best to climb against the confines of it's glassy prison. Exhibiting the traditional black to red hourglass on the underside of the abdomen, the deadly Latrodectus was sight to behold.
Normally, Atlas would not have bothered with capturing such spiders. They were small, their fangs tiny. The risk of extracting the poison from such small creatures and not getting bit was indeed a tricky procedure. However, she worked with what she could get and Seber was in dire need of poison for her darts.
Shifting carefully, she crouched lower among-st the bushes, her eyes narrowing as she tried to locate what had made the sound only moments before. Dead men were not a problem, easy to outrun and fool, it was those that lived where there real danger laid. And as she gazed from under the leaves that surrounded her lowered form, Atalia nose caught the reeking smell of dead.
Wandelende Dooies
It was a small relief, if only a little. The undead for her were a lot less lethal and more predicable than living enemies. Atlas stood to her feet, put the jar delicately into her her knapsack before turning tails and quickly running from the area, knowing she'd be able to distance herself from the dead before long.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Win
Your Age: 19
Other character(s) at STL: Keira Cooper, Jessie Rhodes, Sebastian Briel
Born into a family of doctors, Atalia always knew what she would be when she grew up. Conditioned with books upon books, it was unacceptable to get any grade in school less that an A. Anything less would result in a beating and a night without dinner. Luckily for her, Seber loved learning, probably enough to be considered a obsession. She had no trouble keeping her grades, but the school criteria quickly lost interest to her.
She began spending most of her after school days taking advanced placement classes. Many teachers and even students thought her a prodigy, but this was far from the case. Everything she accomplished was from long nights of solid hard work. Atlas just spent more time studying than other kids, she wasn't some unnatural genius.
After graduating college with solid marks, she received a letter from her cousin in Africa. There wasn't much to the letter besides a plea for help and against her parent's wishes, Atalia took an immediately flight to a small village off of Ghana called Bunbonayili.
Her cousin visited her with open arms, showing her the great beauty of Africa's people and the deep sadness that they lived in. She spent nearly 8 months helping sickness in that village. Her home was a mud hut; she ate local food; gathered water; and did her washing by hand alongside the local women. It was an incredible and humbling experience next her privileged and somewhat luxurious lifestyle before arriving in Africa. It was one she did not want to leave from.
Atlas' cousin told her about other villages much like Bunbonayili and knowing what her purpose was, she set out to help as many people as she could.
Eventually, Saber made a home for herself in Zimbabwe, treating people for next to nothing besides a thank you. Children came to her for stories, and she began to take it upon herself to teach them Greek mythology for fun and basic writing and math when she could. Kids began to call her Atlas after their favorite Titan. After some time, the adults began to call her as such and Seber made no moves to correct the nickname, secretly liking it herself.
But this was dark times in Africa and on a mistake on her part she began to treat rebel forces, not expecting the repercussions for such actions.
Under a doctor call to a sick child, Atalia came back to her house to see it burnt down. Not one to pushed down, she continued her work.
However, her life grew more difficult after the first burnt house. Nearly, five other threats on her life were issued before her cousin eventually forced her to leave for America stating she could come back only after the war between the rebels were over.
But then the infection happened and everything changed...
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Atalia's eyes wavered from the small enclosed jar in her hands. For a brief moment she could have sworn she heard a twig break. Was it simply an animal not yet aware of her presence among the grass, or was it something far more worse? The female's eyes quickly shifted to her prize within her nimble hands. The captured black widow crawled sporadically around in the jar, trying it's best to climb against the confines of it's glassy prison. Exhibiting the traditional black to red hourglass on the underside of the abdomen, the deadly Latrodectus was sight to behold.
Normally, Atlas would not have bothered with capturing such spiders. They were small, their fangs tiny. The risk of extracting the poison from such small creatures and not getting bit was indeed a tricky procedure. However, she worked with what she could get and Seber was in dire need of poison for her darts.
Shifting carefully, she crouched lower among-st the bushes, her eyes narrowing as she tried to locate what had made the sound only moments before. Dead men were not a problem, easy to outrun and fool, it was those that lived where there real danger laid. And as she gazed from under the leaves that surrounded her lowered form, Atalia nose caught the reeking smell of dead.
Wandelende Dooies
It was a small relief, if only a little. The undead for her were a lot less lethal and more predicable than living enemies. Atlas stood to her feet, put the jar delicately into her her knapsack before turning tails and quickly running from the area, knowing she'd be able to distance herself from the dead before long.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Win
Your Age: 19
Other character(s) at STL: Keira Cooper, Jessie Rhodes, Sebastian Briel
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