Post by Delilah A. Black on Mar 4, 2009 16:30:04 GMT -5
Basic Information
[/u]Delilah said:
"What's in a name? A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet if it were called...Delilah."Name: Delilah Adele Black
Age/Grade: 18, almost 19, Grade 12, starting over due to the loss of her school records from #259.
Height: 5'5
Weight: 130lbs
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight.
Eye Color: Light, electric blue.
Hair: Shoulder length black hair with red on the bangs and in twin streaks towards the back of her head.
Pastime Information
Delilah said:
"There's nothing wrong with the car. You're out of gas. Fifty bucks, please."Hobbies/Talents/Skills: Delilah plays guitar, piano, the drums, the bass (not well) and the saxaphone, which is her best, although she'll never admit it. In her spare time, she enjoys pulling apart and peicing together all things mechanical, and especially loves working on cars in her spare time, including her own. When she's not at school (or skipping class) she is often working out business strategy with her advisors at the corporation in which she inherited the title of CEO; Black and Hultzer Advertising. She knows little about it, she just stamps the papers and approves what she likes and gives raises generously (She hates having too much money).
Secretly, Delilah participates in large scale charity events due to her surplus of cash.
Sports: None
Clubs: None, yet.
Gangs: Militia, rank of Lieutenant Colonel.
Misc.: She cooks. And fails.
Mental Information
Delilah said:
"I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane."Personality: Delilah is a complex creature. Generally, she is uncompromising, sarcastic, cold, scathing, blunt and uncaring. She ranges from this to being extremely passionate, begrudging, emotional and brooding. She cares plenty about other people, she just wishes she wouldn't; she is afraid of the emotional pain endured with loss, especially self-inflicted loss (say she purposefully drives away a good friend). She holds people at arms length to prevent this, allthough she will justify it by saying to someone who wants to get close to her, "I just don't want to hurt you...".
While she generally believes that most people can take care of themselves (or should) she will go out of her way to help someone. She hates herself for it after, because the person she helped ultimately learns nothing, and she hates herself for hating herself because she knows it was the right thing to do and so on. Delilah is one big contradiction and can never make up her mind about the right and wrong about things. She sees the gray, but can't discern the shades.
Fightwise, Delilah is all in. This is the one time she is absoluetly and positively solid in what she does. She knows multiple martial arts, but she is a daughter of Ninjutsu first and foremost. She will give it her all, show no mercy, forgive no one, stop at nothing until the person she is fighting is on the ground, unmoving, or until she herself is unconcious. She angers easily, but she has never been truly mad before, combining both definitions of the word. She has yet to get to that state, but rage would comnsume her waking mind and she would pass out. Anything that occurs in the fight or socially after that point is in the hands of her animalistic instincts, coupled by her ninjutsu technique and speed. It would take something severe to bring this out in her.
In summary, Delilah is a woman who is trying her damndest to be a good person, but is haunted by the darkness that lies beneath the surface.
Likes: "Anything Rock, cars, reading (usually), math, (especially trig and physics <3) , mechanics, Militia, my friends, Ninjutsu and trying to make myself good."
Dislikes:"hip-hop and country, laziness, obtuse people, people who have a lot of money and flaunt it, money in general (I don't mind it, but seriously, who needs that much?), expectations and assumptions. And Evil. Can't forget that."
Mentality/Ideal/Belief: "Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Nothing in life is attained without passion. Honor is a lie. If you give someone you are fighting honor, they will use it against you. There is no such thing. Honor is for those who are dead."
Delilah is agnostic.
Physical Information
Delilah said:
"I am NOT butch!"Build: "Too muscular" would be a good way to describe her. She is of average satture and build, but her muscular body tends to make Delilah look as though she was made disproportionately.
Defining Marks: Multiple scars dorn her arms and legs, as well as various burn marks. Specifically, she has four gouge marks on the left side of her neck and one large one on the right. On the inside of her left wrist is a tattoo of a Red Winged-Blackbird.
Description: Delilah's facial features are probably the most feminine part of her body besides her curves, which are rarely seen and often hidden by baggy and torn band t-shirts and acid wash jeans. Or greasy overalls. Her features are almost egyptian like, with slightly upturned, washed-too-many-times bright blue, over large almond shaped eyes. This is accompanied by a thin-bladed nose, a full pair of pink slightly chapped lips that turn up at the corners, a firm almost squared jaw, and high elven cheekbones, framed delicately by her ebony black hair, tinged with a deep red. Adorned on her left eyebrow is a peircing, balancing the tendancy for the lopsided smile on that side.
The rest of her body, while moderately curvaceous, is nothing short of that of an average female; not to big, not to small, but juuust right. The only thing that sets her apart is the rather muscular nature of her body, brought on by years of heavy lifting, mild to heavy combat, frequent workouts, stretching, and self-defense training. Most girls will not be able to attain this level of muscle mass due to a lack of testosterone, but because Delilah has been at it for so many years, she has attained much muscle mass.
Upon her feet are silver, light-weight steel toe boots, given to her before the assault on the correctional facility in Long Beach. Before this, she favoured clunky, army-style boots that provided weight training.
Fighting Information
"Shiken harumitsu dai-ko myo..."
Fighting Style: Ninjutsu
Years Practiced: 12
Description of style: Ninjutsu is the practised art of the Ninja. The two oldest styles of Ninjutsu that are still practiced today are Iga Ryu and Koga Ryu. Ninja are skilled in a variety of martial arts including Judo, Jujutsu and swordsmanship. Ninja used a shorter sword than the Samurai (often scavenged broken long-swords from the battle feild) and prefer to carry it strapped to their back. As well as these martial arts they are skilled in a variety of weapons - such as the shuriken (throwing star), throwing knives, stick fighting, and chain arts. (Delilah herself prefers the use of the han-bo (it's pretty much just a stick).
The Ninja originally were a peaceful group of mountain people with their own beliefs that were predictably condemned by the Shougunate. Those who knew how to fight taught others and, started initially by a man named Daisuke, the first Grandmaster, Ninjutsu was born. Ninja are generally experts in the areas of disguise and concealment, which enabled them to gather information or act as assassins for Japanese warlords. This was work that others, such as the Samurai - who were bound by their strict code of Bushido - were reluctant to perform.
Ninjutsu went through an incredible boom period in the mid eighties due to the emergence of famous Ninjutsu instructors, such as Takamatsu, Dr. Masaaki Hatsumi and An-ryu Stephen K Hayes. Ninjutsu is less popular because it does not use the style of combat as an art form or as a sport to be tested in tournaments. It is a form of self-defense, as it was intended.
Origin of Ninjutsu: Japan
Ninjutsu founded: Around 900 years ago
((if you're looking for more on this subject, click here or here))
Popularised by: Dr Masaaki Hatsumi, 34th grandmaster of Togakure Ryu Ninjutsu and in America by Stephen K. Hayes
Overall Strengths: Ninjustu is incredibly easy to use, and can be applied to all types of personalities and body shape. You do not need strength for this art; just a mental capacity for success, fluidity, and quick reflexes. Because ninjustu covers 18 areas of combat;
1)Seishin-teki kyôkô (spiritual refinement)
2)Taijutsu (unarmed combat, using one's body as the only weapon)
3)Kenjutsu (sword fighting, mostly bokken)
4)Bôjutsu (stick and staff fighting. Refined thanks to lessons of Egyptian stick fencing)
5)Shurikenjutsu (throwing shuriken)
6)Sôjutsu (spear fighting (similar to bo-staff use, but not quite the same))
7)Naginatajutsu (naginata fighting)
8)Kusarigamajutsu (kusarigama fighting)
9)Kayakujutsu (pyrotechnics and explosives)
10)Hensôjutsu (disguise and impersonation For Delilah, this typically goes unused and untrained))
11)Shinobi-iri (stealth and entering methods)
12)Bajutsu (horsemanship)
13)Sui-ren (water training)
14)Bôryaku (tactics)
15)Chôhô (espionage)
16)Intonjutsu (escaping and concealment)
17)Tenmon (meteorology)
18)Chi-mon (geography)
Today the main focus of ninjutsu deals with the techniques relevant to armed and unarmed combat. The red numbers identify the areas in which Delilah is expert or has mastered, the pink in areas of adequacy, and white not at all.
Overall Weaknesses: Other than the areas in which Delilah clearly does not excel in (see above), as Ninjutsu us an art dedicated to the variety of abilities
History Information
History: Once upon a long ago in a distant neighbour hood not to far far away from Beverly Hills, there lived an excitable and violent child whom we shall refer to as Delilah. When Delilah was only seven years old, she was enrolled in ninjutsu, one of the most violent (and expensive) martial arts there is. Why was she enrolled at such an early age you ask? Well, through her earlier childhood, Delilah wasn't exactly a good child, but she wasn't the epitome of bad either. At least, not for her parents or teachers. She was adequate for them. However, since preschool, Delilah had been the school bully. I say 'school' because she often beat on children older than herself as well; more of a challenge, in her mind. Of course, she was careful about the way she went around picking fights. She always provoked a first hit, instead of starting a fight herself, at least, most of the time. There were a few other occasions where she was the one who had been provoked, but those fights never lasted long, and always went in her favour. But she didn't always win. And, inevitably, one day she came home late from school one October day holding her forearm at an odd angle and struggling not to cry out in pain. She had dislocated her elbow and was rushed to the hospital as soon as her mother caught sight of the flailng limb and screamed. Though she vehemently denied a fight, her father had managed to see through that, and finally saw all her previous injuries -bloody noses, black eyes, moderate to severe limps, and multiple cuts scrapes and bruises- as a problem that needed solving; his daughter was a scrapper, and all that firey energy needed to be put to an outlet, so this wouldn't happen again...or, at least, less often. So, he enrolled her in ninjutsu.
After hearing that tirade, you're probably asking yourself 'why in God's good name did her father enroll her in a dangerous martial art if he wanted to curb her insane amount of anger?'. Well, I can't answer that, the guy was pretty crazy. Maybe the answer will reveal itself as you read. Anyway, on her first day of Ninjustu, she was paired up with an older student, a brown belt with his second kyu who was supposed to tutor young Delilah until she got the hang of the basics. The boy was, basically, one testing session away from being a black belt and leaving the school -Two tigers on one mountain and what not- Kyu being a status gained yearly to show your rank in your belt. Anyway, Delilah was getting very frustrated as the class progressed. Not only was the boy not much older than she was and clearly a better fighter, she couldn't seem to get a punch in, even if she really tried to hit him. In fact, he seemed to be a little amused. She hated that. To her, it seemed patronizing, although she wouldn't know that word for some years to come and could only describe it with her limited vocabulary as 'being mean'. When she presented the dojo's sensei with the matter after her frustration had been simmering for about fifteen minutes -Delilah was not exactly the most patient girl- but the sensei had told her to simply 'try harder'. In Delilah's mind, all she could think was 'what does he mean try harder?! I'm already doing my best! That jerk! I'll show him!'. And, sure enough, while the sensei was showing another pair of students exactly how to perfect their technique, Delilah crept behind him and made to kick the back of his knee. If you've ever tried to attack a man who is a very capable fighter, but is, for some reason, distracted, you should know what happens next. Just as the ball of her foot brushed the back of her sensei's gi, he flew around, scooping up her leg in his hand. One hand was ontop of her thigh, the other on her calf, under her shin, and he pressed against her leg in both directions...hyper extending her knee. VERY painful. But before she even had a chance to scream, he'd thrown her to the right, across the dojo, letting her roll on the tatami mats until she stopped near the opposite wall. Dazed, embarrassed and just barely comprehending what had happened, she slowly stood up, trying not to cry. She stood in her regular fighting stance, think boxer, prepared to keep fighting. It was her way, you know. Most of the opponents she attacked were so mad they would just keep after it. Instead, she saw the sensei looking at her inquisitivey, and, for the first time in her life, Delilah dropped her eyes. He seemed to be staring into her soul. Then he simply looked at her sparring partner, who himself seemed surprised, and told him that she needed to learn how to roll out of a throw or a joint lock. And thus, it began.
She progressed rapidly after that, humbled in her defeat. In the course of two years, she advanced to the rank of green belt, first kyu. She learned much in that time, not only about the Art, but about what it took just to keep pace. Ranks are a general term; the white belts learn the same stuff as the brown belts. What separates them is how well they know a technique and how much intent they have on following through with a technique. Delilah, starting out, had a LOT of intent, but her technique was very flawed, so amatuer. She didn't need the whip of the shinai against her ankles or the side of her head to tell her she needed to work harder; she already knew she needed more work. The girl was nothing if not determined, and that's what got her through. In time, after she gained a compliment on her technique during a 'randori' session, she realized that she still sucked, just as she did when she started a year and a half before. The only difference was that she sucked a little less. That only made her want to work harder. There were some nights when she came home that Delilah would pass out in her bed without stripping off her gi, and others where she would work herself sore long after a lesson in order to get the feeling for the technique. Though she still fought on a near regular basis on the school grounds, it was far less than it had been in a long time. What she had learned, I think, through ninjutsu...at least at first, was 'temperance'. She didn't extinguish that fire in her soul -damned if she would let anyone put it out- but she learned to control it, harness it, and use it to her advantage. However, and I believe this is important, she would never ever accept the help of anyone in her class, and not even her sensei unless she needed it (even the, she asked through clenched teeth). You see, Delilah still had a large amount of feirce, indomnitable pride. The only thing that could tame her was herself. She thought she could tame other people," Delilah smiled wryly, "Even instruct them to become better fighters, at least for those of lesser rank in her class and those on the outside of that narrow classroom. She had this idea that she, since she could defend herself, would be able to teach those around her to protect themselves. More than anything, though she would never admit it, she wanted peace, and the only way to get that peace, would be to improve.
When Delilah was about eleven, coming home one night after she had gotten her new ranking -brown belt- she was attacked by a couple of older guys on the street. I don't know what they were going to do to her, but they obviously knew who she was, probably affiliated with her father or something. They were older and much, much stronger than she was, but neither of them were serious; she was a little girl, barely over the age of ten. What would she be able to do? She suprised them with an air of confidence that exceeded her stature, then proceeded to totally kick ass. Of course, her confidence was her downfall, and did not bother to finish the job and knock them unconcious or jumped on their ankles so they couldn't follow, or whatever. Either way, Delilah left them lying there in pain, and went home. Not to call the police, but because she wanted to tell her father how well she had done in her class.
When she came in the door, she knew something was wrong. For one thing, none of the lights were on. For another, Delilah could hear her mother screaming into the phone; 'What do you MEAN you lost her? It's not like she's hard to miss! Get back to what you were doing and find my daughter!' Of course, Delilah in all her naievity, did not realize what was going on, but refrained from calling out to her mother. Instead, she hoped to surprise the woman with her entry. Delilah crept up the stairs slowly, careful to walk across every surface her feet touched instead of walking on it. When she came to her parents room, she saw it opened a crack and steathily moved to peer into the room, eager to see where her parents were so she could brush in and surprise them. What she saw her father lying in a pool of his own blood, his eyes were bulging in their sockets, open though they weren't seeing. His tongue was a gross shade of purple, lolling to the side. The room reeked of copper and shit, but she wouldn't remember that detail for a few years. What she did remember was her mother, kneeling over the body, sobbing quietly, sreaming and whispering at the same time. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry', she said, 'I had to, I'm sorry, and our girl, oh, our girl, what will happen, oh, I'm sorry Martin.' Delilah wasn't aware of what was going on at the time. Only that her father was dead and it had struck her to her core. She figured that conversation she overheard was her mother on the phone with the police, that the men she had just beaten up had been the ones who killed her father, and swore from that day forth that she would do whatever she could to protect her family and friends at any and all costs, even if it meant her life. Seeing her mother in that pain was too much for her to comprehend, let alone deal with.
Her mother was tried for first degree murder, but she was let off as there was not enough evidence to try her. Though things were tense betwee the two, Dellah was still blisfuly naieve enough to not realize what had happened and things returned to normal...except for a sharp increase in schoolyard incidents involving her daughter. Figuring Delilah needed a male role-model, she invited her brother to come live with them in the house. The two adults made sure Delilah continued attending ninjitsu classes, and she complied, only because she didn’t want what happened to her father to happen to her.
As she grew, Delilah and two of her close friends went to a tradeshow. She was instantly hooked on the mechanics bit, and pleaded for a job in a local shop as an apprentice. Eventually they gave in, and Delilah began a career that would last her a lifetime. However, things were steadily becoming more and more tense with her mother. Delilah frequently acted out to her half hearted punishments by sneaking out, going to parties, ditching classes, and other minor crimes such as shoplifting. Soon though, Delilah’s smart mouth put her on the spot, and she was forced to really fight for the first time.
It had been at the local mall after a movie. Delilah and her friends were walking through the mall aimlessly before leaving out the east entrance doors, where people have been known to stand around drinking and smoking pot. When Miss Black's group came out these doors, they walked right into a group of these people. A couple of them offered the three girls a joint or a bottle of beer, which they all politely declined. It was when they started waiting around for a cab that things got a little tense. A couple of members of the group stared asking the girls for money, becoming steadily pushier and more aggressive. One of them, a young man with auburn hair grabbed one of her friends by the wrist when she started to ignore his pleas and that was when everything was shot to hell. This wouldn't have been the first time Delilah had gotten herself into trouble, but it was the first time she was in a fight with someone who knew what they were doing. The boy with the auburn hair and her (she had no idea what strikes wre made before this point) had her pinned to the ground on her back. She was kicking him and bucking him off with her hips while he punched her face and stomach. Her hands free, she'd managed to choke him with his collar bone pressure point and distract long enough to be able to throw him off, but she didn't finish the job (aside from kicking him in the liver as he found his breath) as she and her friends took off.
Coming home a little bloody and scratched, but otherwise, okay, Delilah’s mother was convinced that it was the school changing her daughter. She sent her off to a neighbouring city with her fathers will money.
She met Aoyama Rem on her first day in #259, and the two started dating soon after. They were close, so close that when Delilah ended up with a bruise after a man clutched and squeezed her throat, Rem went after him, and took it blow after blow. Worried senseless about the lengths her boyfriend went too to get revenge, she nursed him back to a state of semi-health.
After Delilah had been away from home for two years, she recieved a little phone call from her mothers lawyer. Mrs Black had died of asphyixiation in her home, and there would be a trial in regards to the nature of her death. It was when Delilah went to this trial and funeral that she learned everything that had happend on the night her father died. Her mother had organized a hit, and the men, more like experienced novices in their art than anything else, killed the man and left no trail...including discarding their knives as they went to go find the daughter of the man, the heir to his empire. She could have gotten out of this situation, financially and legally, several times. She hadn't wanted the hit, but a mysterious transaction was made the night before the death, and has yet to be traced to ny one source. The FBI believed that Mrs. Black ordered the hit for someone else, someone she promised a lot of money too, maybe even the company. The fact that Delilah was her daughter was the only reason her mother hadn't killed her when she could have. Instead, she had broke all her ties with Delilah and let her leave when she was fourteen, helping to keep her mere existance a secret from the influential group involved in the mysterious transaction.
After dealing with her mother's court and will issues, Delilah decided she needed a break. With the money her mother left her, she toured the world, stopping in such places as France, Switzerland, Italy, Greece, Russia, Egypt, Zimbabwe, Cambodia, Japan and China. She picked up a few new fighting styles along the way, such as Khmer Boxing, Egyptian Stick Fencing and Systema, although Ninjutsu will always be her first and foremost love. The addition of these new styles helps to hone specifics in her Ninjutsu abilities.
Speaking of love, that lovely two year relationship with Rem Aoyama ended when she found his need of commitment too stifling. It hurt her to hurt him, but ultimately, she had taken care of herself and prevented something that would have ended poorly if she hadn't the guts to tell him 'no'.
She left Long Beach and #259 following an earthquake she and Jonathan "Unfettered" Winters had been buried in while training in the abandoned boiler room at schol. The place had been decimated and Delilah and Militia's leader almost killed. She will not talk about what happened though, and seems to blush whenever the subject comes up...funny reaction for an earthquake.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: #534 Nob Hill (mansion). Her fathers old San Francisco summer home.
Roommates: None at the time being.
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| 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 |
Stats:
Strength:27
Dexterity:24
Constitution:27
Intelligence:27
Wisdom:12
Charisma:17
[Here put your links to EXP achievements]
(TO BE FINISHED, THIS PART. I HAVE A LOOOOT TO SEARCH THROUGH. IN TEH MEANTIME, I WILL NOT ADD ANY EXP TO MY STATS OR GET INTO FIGHTS!!! PROMISE! FURTHERMORE, MY STATS ARE WITHOUT MY ITEMS UNTIL EVERYTHING IS SORTED OUT.)
"Put my earmuffs on the cupcake, Jenkins."
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