Post by Omen on Apr 15, 2009 23:35:50 GMT -5
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xXx Basic Information xXx
-Name-
Omen Aarya Fudaku ( Oh-men A-R-ya Foo-Dah-Koo)
-Age/Grade-
16
Sophmore
-Height-
5"2
-Weight-
112 lbs
-Gender-
Female
-Sexuality-
Heterosexual
-Eye Color-
White
-Hair-
White
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xXxLook What I Can DoxXx
xXxPastime InformationxXx
-Hobbies/Talents/Skills-
Omen plays the Djembe (African Drum) and enjoys nature. Omen is also a stickler for solitude and has gained an uncanny ability to stay away from large amounts of people.
-Sports-
None
-Clubs-
None
-Gangs-
None
-Misc. -
N/A
xXxRorschach SplattersxXx
xXxMental InformationxXx
-Personality-
Omen is very reserved, inverted if you will. The things she experiences through her Qi are normally horrific scenes from other people's pasts which has left her scarred and set her on a nomadic lifestyle. Not often does she get to peer into the happier memories of the tortured souls that reside in the world. Omen is withdrawn, she doesn't like to talk much and when she does speak it's always something of vast importance or meaning. People are scared of her and what she See's and she is equally terrified of them. The past pain echoed in her eyes bothers them, disturbs them, so Omen never really made friends outside of when she was normal. Of course that coupled with her blindness and unnatural hair she isn't exactly the life of parties. She never fights, not even in self defense, she's seen enough violence in her mind that the aggression in the present disgusts her. It would have to be something drastic to get her to confront another human being in an aggressive way. She likes to be on her own because she already knows her own past and has accepted it, being awash in other people's pain isn't high on her to-do list. All in all, Omen hates people. She hates the way they treat others and themselves. Just thinking back on visions she has Seen makes her sick. Her Qi is a curse and Omen's only wish is get rid of it.
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-Likes-
+Solitude
+Books
+Vanilla Milkshakes
+Instrumental Music
+Nature
-Dislikes-
+People
+Destruction
+Violence
+Inquisitive People
-Mentality/Ideal/Belief-
Mentality - Sane but fractured.
Belief - "No one escapes Fate."
Ideal - Omen just wants to be left alone.
xXx"Put My Earmuffs on the Cupcake, Jenkins"xXx
xXx Physical Information xXx
-Build-
Omen is very small. She appears fragile and slight which is exactly what she is. Everything about her screams "breakable," even though she has a haunting inner strength about her.
-Defining Marks-
Omen has many defining features about her. Her milky pale eyes which proclaims her blindness and her mismatching dark skin with snowy white hair. She is also very short.
-Description-
Omen Fudaku is a tiny slip of a girl. She weighs next to nothing and her head rises up to no more than other people’s shoulders. Even though she is short and rather small, her most outstanding features are her uncanny white eyes and her equally unnatural silver hair; both exceedingly disturbing on a girl whose skin is coal black. When looking at her you would find her most likely dressed in clothes that are too big for her thin frame, she likes things loose and free, nothing too tight or restraining. Consider her “style” to be somewhat “hippie” like. Omen prefers things she can easily disappear into, so things like long skirts, hooded jackets, sandals, large hats, large t-shirts, flowing pants and loose dresses can be expected in her day to day wardrobe. She keeps her hair mainly in her face, covering her eyes. Omen long ago learned that if she pretended she was invisible and kept to the sides that eyes would simply slide around her. Nobody would stare at her peculiarities.
xXx Physical Information xXx
-Build-
Omen is very small. She appears fragile and slight which is exactly what she is. Everything about her screams "breakable," even though she has a haunting inner strength about her.
-Defining Marks-
Omen has many defining features about her. Her milky pale eyes which proclaims her blindness and her mismatching dark skin with snowy white hair. She is also very short.
-Description-
Omen Fudaku is a tiny slip of a girl. She weighs next to nothing and her head rises up to no more than other people’s shoulders. Even though she is short and rather small, her most outstanding features are her uncanny white eyes and her equally unnatural silver hair; both exceedingly disturbing on a girl whose skin is coal black. When looking at her you would find her most likely dressed in clothes that are too big for her thin frame, she likes things loose and free, nothing too tight or restraining. Consider her “style” to be somewhat “hippie” like. Omen prefers things she can easily disappear into, so things like long skirts, hooded jackets, sandals, large hats, large t-shirts, flowing pants and loose dresses can be expected in her day to day wardrobe. She keeps her hair mainly in her face, covering her eyes. Omen long ago learned that if she pretended she was invisible and kept to the sides that eyes would simply slide around her. Nobody would stare at her peculiarities.
xXx "Those Who Are at War With Others Are Not at Peace With Themselves" xXx
xXx Fighting Information xXx
-Fighting Style-
None
-Years Practiced-
None
-Description of style-
Omen is a pacifist plain and simple. She cannot fight. She will not fight. So many violent things have occurred in her mind that the very thought of attacking another even if they are hurting her is completely out of the question. Omen abhors violence. If an innocent were being attacked, rather than beat the culprit to a pulp, she would merely insert herself between bully and victim. And not only does she refuse to fight, she simply could not manage to endure the pain long enough to be effective. Her Qi is activated by physical or vocal contact; Omen throwing a punch would leave Omen on the ground crying and vomiting for hours due to the overwhelming power of her Qi.
-Overall Strengths-
None.
-Overall Weaknesses-
Physical contact would reduce her to a screaming lump of agony.
xXx Fighting Information xXx
-Fighting Style-
None
-Years Practiced-
None
-Description of style-
Omen is a pacifist plain and simple. She cannot fight. She will not fight. So many violent things have occurred in her mind that the very thought of attacking another even if they are hurting her is completely out of the question. Omen abhors violence. If an innocent were being attacked, rather than beat the culprit to a pulp, she would merely insert herself between bully and victim. And not only does she refuse to fight, she simply could not manage to endure the pain long enough to be effective. Her Qi is activated by physical or vocal contact; Omen throwing a punch would leave Omen on the ground crying and vomiting for hours due to the overwhelming power of her Qi.
-Overall Strengths-
None.
-Overall Weaknesses-
Physical contact would reduce her to a screaming lump of agony.
xXx People are trapped in history and history is trapped in them. xXx
xXx History Information xXx
xXxHistoryxXx
+Omen Fudaku's Verbal Diary+
=Translated From Her Native Tongue Into English=
+Taken Three Years After Liberation by the U.N+
Hello, you wanted me to explain my life; all the things I have gone through. I will try my best but the past is painful and full of hurt and it may be hard for me to do this.
I used to be a normal girl. I didn't have funny hair nor was I blind. I was just little Omen, or as it was said among my people, Oh-mani. I shortened it after all this happened. The English word Omen suits me much better. I believe I am fifteen. Of course, I really don't know, although I am almost certain. My people do not take much stock in age. When a child is born it's a child. When a girl-child has her first blood she is a woman. The boys become men by fighting I think, again I'm not sure, the secrets of men were kept separate from the secrets of women.
My parents were farmers and everyday when the sun began to rise we would go out of our home to tend the fields. It was a simple life, a life that I had come to love. I had everything I needed, food, water and a loving family. I adored them as they did me. I would like to think we were happy and content but now seeing the world outside of my home I think we would've been much better if such things were available to us. I do have good memories of that place though, the smell of the African sun, the taste of fire roasted meat and the warmth of the crickets singing. All good things, all things you people of the northern lands lack.
I was a girl-child so I did not know how to read, it was something foreign and taboo among the women folk. I learned much later of course, obviously since I speak English and can read the signs around the room. I enjoyed watching the boys fight and the men bring home bloody meat from the market or the hunt. Back then I did not abhor death as I do know.
Back then it wasn't as frightening.
My first "Seeing" or what you call Qi, happened right before a great sickness hit the homes of my people. While helping to harvest that year's crops my eyes went wide and they say my eyes were dyed white while I witnessed the deaths of several people in the village. I saw people I loved, people I hated fall ill with fevers and watched as sores appeared until they died screaming. I cried as I saw this. My voice rang in my ears and my screams mixed with their dying wails. I then passed out. I woke up nearly three days later, vomit on my clothing and my eyes returned to normal. They did not stay white but had returned to the black that was common in all my people. It was frightening, these waking dreams of terror. But what was I to do? The rural parts of Sudan had not heard of these "Qi." I thought I was a witch, so I hid my curse from everyone. When the plague happened I thought it was I that caused the deaths. That dreaming them somehow made them real.
Over the next few months I saw the Past's and Future's of the people around. Some were happy things; others were things that would scar me until the day I die. Things I dare not reveal. I hated it and I still do. This power is in truth a Curse.
The most powerful "Seeing" I ever had left me as you see me now. It was right before a great host of fighters came to "cleanse" my people from the Sudanese lands. I was walking home in the dark, alone but unafraid of my own village at night. Suddenly with a great roaring, blood poured through my mind. Ripping whatever I knew about mankind asunder. I can remember my toes lifting off the ground, and my hair flying about my face. It was days, minutes or even mere seconds before I came back to reality. Image after image of rape, murder and torture had destroyed my mind, leaving me blind and tainting my hair white.
I was unintelligible for weeks, now I pray I could go back and warn them, but my mind was too weak to even speak. All I did was scream and scream and scream.
It was too late to say anything when the men with gun's came and handed out their wrath. No one survived; no one but me. They would not touch a witch child, one with powers like mine, for it meant a Curse or Bad Luck would befall them.
They called me a dark omen.
The United Nations Peacekeepers found me later, clothed me and fed me while I shook and cried. Everything I knew was gone. The white men gathered me up and took me off to this place and here is where they taught me to read using my Qi and how to speak English. I have been here for almost a year now under the sponsorship of the Italian Ambassador; a good woman, strong and true. Even now she's finding me a place where I may acquire more learning. I feel like I cannot stay here, although it is safe and the people are kind to me, I still feel the stares and the judgment from behind blind eyes.
All I want is to be left alone.
xXx History Information xXx
xXxHistoryxXx
+Omen Fudaku's Verbal Diary+
=Translated From Her Native Tongue Into English=
+Taken Three Years After Liberation by the U.N+
Hello, you wanted me to explain my life; all the things I have gone through. I will try my best but the past is painful and full of hurt and it may be hard for me to do this.
I used to be a normal girl. I didn't have funny hair nor was I blind. I was just little Omen, or as it was said among my people, Oh-mani. I shortened it after all this happened. The English word Omen suits me much better. I believe I am fifteen. Of course, I really don't know, although I am almost certain. My people do not take much stock in age. When a child is born it's a child. When a girl-child has her first blood she is a woman. The boys become men by fighting I think, again I'm not sure, the secrets of men were kept separate from the secrets of women.
My parents were farmers and everyday when the sun began to rise we would go out of our home to tend the fields. It was a simple life, a life that I had come to love. I had everything I needed, food, water and a loving family. I adored them as they did me. I would like to think we were happy and content but now seeing the world outside of my home I think we would've been much better if such things were available to us. I do have good memories of that place though, the smell of the African sun, the taste of fire roasted meat and the warmth of the crickets singing. All good things, all things you people of the northern lands lack.
I was a girl-child so I did not know how to read, it was something foreign and taboo among the women folk. I learned much later of course, obviously since I speak English and can read the signs around the room. I enjoyed watching the boys fight and the men bring home bloody meat from the market or the hunt. Back then I did not abhor death as I do know.
Back then it wasn't as frightening.
My first "Seeing" or what you call Qi, happened right before a great sickness hit the homes of my people. While helping to harvest that year's crops my eyes went wide and they say my eyes were dyed white while I witnessed the deaths of several people in the village. I saw people I loved, people I hated fall ill with fevers and watched as sores appeared until they died screaming. I cried as I saw this. My voice rang in my ears and my screams mixed with their dying wails. I then passed out. I woke up nearly three days later, vomit on my clothing and my eyes returned to normal. They did not stay white but had returned to the black that was common in all my people. It was frightening, these waking dreams of terror. But what was I to do? The rural parts of Sudan had not heard of these "Qi." I thought I was a witch, so I hid my curse from everyone. When the plague happened I thought it was I that caused the deaths. That dreaming them somehow made them real.
Over the next few months I saw the Past's and Future's of the people around. Some were happy things; others were things that would scar me until the day I die. Things I dare not reveal. I hated it and I still do. This power is in truth a Curse.
The most powerful "Seeing" I ever had left me as you see me now. It was right before a great host of fighters came to "cleanse" my people from the Sudanese lands. I was walking home in the dark, alone but unafraid of my own village at night. Suddenly with a great roaring, blood poured through my mind. Ripping whatever I knew about mankind asunder. I can remember my toes lifting off the ground, and my hair flying about my face. It was days, minutes or even mere seconds before I came back to reality. Image after image of rape, murder and torture had destroyed my mind, leaving me blind and tainting my hair white.
I was unintelligible for weeks, now I pray I could go back and warn them, but my mind was too weak to even speak. All I did was scream and scream and scream.
It was too late to say anything when the men with gun's came and handed out their wrath. No one survived; no one but me. They would not touch a witch child, one with powers like mine, for it meant a Curse or Bad Luck would befall them.
They called me a dark omen.
The United Nations Peacekeepers found me later, clothed me and fed me while I shook and cried. Everything I knew was gone. The white men gathered me up and took me off to this place and here is where they taught me to read using my Qi and how to speak English. I have been here for almost a year now under the sponsorship of the Italian Ambassador; a good woman, strong and true. Even now she's finding me a place where I may acquire more learning. I feel like I cannot stay here, although it is safe and the people are kind to me, I still feel the stares and the judgment from behind blind eyes.
All I want is to be left alone.
xXx Home Is Where The Heart Is xXx
xXx Living Status Information xXx
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-Type of residence-
An apartment with "Thirteen" Silivasi. (The both of us have talked about this and there WILL be a thread where Omen and Thirteen meet.)
-Roommates-
Thirteen Silivasi
Cases Against The Faculty
0
Cases Of Hurting Students
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xXx "Bling Bling" xXx
| Placement | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | N/A |
| Earrings | N/A |
| Glasses | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | N/A |
| Jacket/Coat | N/A |
| Neck | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | N/A |
| Wrist | N/A |
| Gloves | N/A |
| Ring | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | N/A |
| Shin | N/A |
| Shoes | N/A |
| Belt | N/A |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | N/A |
| 2 | N/A |
xXx Me, Myself and Myself Again. xXx
xXxStatsxXx
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 40
Put my earmuffs on the cupcake, Jenkins!
