Post by Joni Barker on Feb 19, 2011 9:01:47 GMT -8
Joni Noel Barker
[/center]( The Basics )
( Full Name )[/color] Joni Noel Barker
( Nickname )[/color] Joni, Noel, Jo-Jo, and Zephyra (superhero/villain name; she hasn't exactly decided what side she's on yet)
( Age )[/color] 18 years old
( Birthdate )[/color] The 7th of April
( Sex )[/color] Female
( Hometown )[/color] Columbia, South Carolina
( Class )[/color] Senior
( Sexuality )[/color] Undecided
( Played By )[/color] Alexis Jordan
( Their Power )
( Ability )[/color] Air Manipulation ~ The user psychically directs air molecules. Can compose burst of winds, spawn tornadoes, and even siphon the air out of a villain’s lungs. Can generate breezes, squalls, gusts, whirlwinds, zephyrs, gales, tempests, and hurricanes.
Sound Manipulation ~ The user can modify sound waves to mimic, intensify, hush, and distort as well warp, strengthen, echo, speed up, and slow down external sounds. Can enlarge sounds to generate sonic blasts (similar to someone with Sonic Scream). Can affect music as well as produce it.
( Type of Power )[/color] Manipulation
( Weakness )[/color] Soundproof cages, or forces, the atmosphere must be present for Joni to use her air manipulation, she can't control air temperature, and of course, kryptonite... lol, just kidding.
( Good vs. Evil )[/color] Her mother wants her to be a superhero, while her father wants her to be a supervillian... you can see how this presents a serious social problem for poor Joni.
( Personality )
Joni is a naturally bubbly person, despite the conflict between her mother and father's... lifestyles. Because of the super dramatic, and rather insane divorce/epic battle between her parents, she's been pretty much trying to deal with how they try to split her between the two... literally. It's gotten to the point that they almost tried to split her down the middle to make two Joni's; one super evil and malicious, while the other was the super heroine of awesome. Somehow, she's able to remain her super dorky, incredibly bubbly, sometimes a bit wild self. At times though, she can let that little glimpse of evil, supervillian side out of her, making her a bit dangerous. That's only when she's angry though, and you rarely ever see that.
( Little Details )
( Strengths )[/color] Joni's biggest strength would have to be her ability to listen to people, and what they have to say. She's always been a good listener, since it seemed like nobody really listened to her growing up. She's also great at being herself. She doesn't like to act fake, and isn't particularly fond of fake people either.
( Weaknesses )[/b][/color] Joni's got this horrible habit of forgetting things. It's true what the saying says: "Some people would forget their own head if it weren't attached to their shoulders." That's little big Joni in a nutshell. She also has this wild temper at times (she gets it from her dad), and holds grudges for long periods of time. Joni also gnaws on her lip; it's a bit of a nervous habit she never quite kicked.
( Dark Secrets )[/color] Joni absolutely despises keeping secrets, people telling her secrets, just secrets in general. She's a pretty laid open book of a girl. No skeletons in her closet, no super evil secrets to keep. Nothing.
( Reputation )[/color] Most people see Joni as this sort of dorky person with a personality like her mothers (caring, a bit nerdy, fun overall). Others, who have witnessed her 'off-the-deep-end' side see Joni as manipulative, cunning, a bit dangerous, and an overall villainous young woman.
( Family )
( Mother )[/color] Francine Louis-Barker. 40 years old. Superhero (known as Arctic Fusion). Close, but not as close as she wants them to be.
( Father )[/b][/color] Nicholas Barker. 50 years old. Supervillian (known as Pyroblade). A one sided relationship.
( Siblings )[/b][/color] Mariah Barker. 20 years old. Accountant. Connor Louis. 6 years old.
( Any Other )[/b][/color] Toni Washington. 18 years old. He's her 'identical twin from another sin', or so they say.
( Belongings )
( Car )[/color] Car? What car? She travels in style, not under-creative vehicles like cars.
( Phone )[/b][/color] Just your normal flip razor phone... WITH A LAVA LAMP ON THE END OF IT!
( Music )[/b][/color] A walkman. Oh yeah, be afraid of the dorky vintage coolness.
( Anything Else )[/b][/color] Nothing else super important... other than these cool, 'Men in Black' type glasses that always hang from her back pocket for the perfect 'Deal With It' moments... no biggie.
(Sample)
Darkness. Complete and utter darkness. Accompanied with pain, it can be the deadliest of combinations. Utada knew this by observation, but never by first hand experience. That is, not until now. Laying in the middle of a living room that looked like it had been hit by a tornado, was a heartbroken Utada, clutching the note that had been slipped under her door while she was sleeping. She was waking up when she heard Brian bustling around outside her room, going on about how "inconsiderate he was", and how "he didn't deserve someone like her". She was so confused when she opened her door to figure out what he was going on about, and he seemed to freeze up in his spot upon seeing her. The first thing that caught her attention was the mixture of scents. "Was Baron here?" she had asked tiredly, but gotten no response. "Did you have someone else over?" she tried again, but still no response from her roommate.
He was starting to freak her out when she noticed the crumbled piece of paper in his hand. "Who's that for?" she asked, looking up at Brian with curious eyes. "Let me see it." He said nothing at first, just stared at her with these eyes that seemed to speak a thousand words, none of which she could understand. "I said, 'let me see it'!" she had demanded, suddenly getting angry at Brian's lack of words. She knew now what he was trying to protect her from when he didn't give her the note the first time she asked. She'd have to thank him when he got back from his walk. Hesitantly, Brian held the note out infront of him for Utada to reach. She should have just stopped then, and left the note clutched in his pale hand when she felt tremors run throughout her body, but she didn't. Grabbing the note out of his hand, she looked up at him before she brought her eyes back down to read it.
You obviously didn't mean as much to him as you thought. You lost. He's mine, and don't look for him. Or you may just end up in a hole in the ground.
Baron
::kiss:: P.
At first, she had scoffed as she read the note, thinking it was some sort of fan girl of his trying to spook her into breaking up with him. As she looked back now, she scoffed at her arrogance, and ability to trust the one that was so very capable of hurting her the most. Then, she looked over the note a bit more. The scent of the woman that kissed it made her nauseous, made her feel uneasy. The familiarity the two seemed to share was prominent in certain words that crossed her mind. She was already numb when she noticed the signature on the note. It was horribly, unmistakably, without a doubt his signature. She recognized the way his "B" always curved, never too neat, never too messy. The "R" always looked as if there was supposed to be a flag on it or something, the way the top curved and felt incomplete. Like I do? she asked herself as she laid there, a smirk clear on her face. She remember how she looked up at Brian, a lump in her throat as she tried to keep from crying. "Tell me this is a joke," she managed to say after a while. "T-Tell me you just wrote this and had him sign it as s-some type of cruel, cruel joke!" The sound she made when he slowly shook his head "no" was still stuck in her head as she slowly started to sit up in the middle of the room.
Utada remembered trembling so much that Brian had to hold her so she didn't accidentally start moving around the room like a jackhammer. She was so numb then, so shocked that he would do something like this to her. The next thought that crossed her mind made her pull away from Brian and shove the note into his hands. "Sniff them out," she commanded, no longer able to hold in those painful tears. "For goodness sakes, Brian, do it!" She remembered how she sobbed as she made her way to her feet, her shoes crunching against the broken glass. The way it ran through her body was incredibly painful, so painful in fact, she had to hold onto the frame of her bedroom door so that she would not fall if she managed to pass out. Brian's words stuck in her head as she made her way into the kitchen, clutching the note as she did before. "I'm not your pet, Utada," he had said. "I'm supposed to be your friend, and as your friend, I won't do it." She didn't get why then, her eyes gleaming with anger as she stared up at her friend, but now, it was so clear to her. He was trying to save her from even more pain than she was already enduring. Maybe save me from my death, too? she thought curiously as she turned on the stove, watching as the fire went from orange to blue quickly.
Everything after that was a blur for Utada. Some fighting had happened, lights went out, things were broken. Maybe a bone or two, a jaw perhaps. All the details were sketchy, but if one thing was certain to her, it was that she was hurting. At the time of course. When she had first fell to the floor, laying there for who knows how long, she was a broken person, a person who relied on the feelings of others to make her happy. Maybe it wasn't him I fell in love with, she had thought. Maybe I fell in love with the way he made me feel like... something. But then, that would have to mean that she was nothing. Maybe I am nothing. It was the thought that consumed her for hours on hours as she laid there, tears rolling down her face. She hated it now, and how it made her feel weak. With a sigh, she brought the note up to the flames on the stove. Whoosh. She watched as the note curled up in the flames, slowly turning to ash infront of her. The stench of the woman that had swept Baron away filled her nose, but no longer bothered her as it had before. Her expression was blank, conveying no emotion at all.
When there was nothing left but a small pile of ash, Utada turned the stove off and with vampire speed, started cleaning the room. As she cleaned she thought to herself about something that had crossed her mind every time she was with him. You know, she thought. There was a time that I used to say that I wanted you to be happy, even if it hurt me in the end. She grabbed a trash bag as she continued. That nothing could be this bad as long as you were happy. As soon as everything was back to normal in the living room, she dragged her trash bag into her room, going around and throwing things out that she had gotten from him. I'm not going to be selfish now and go back on what I said, she thought. But, there's one thing I'm wondering, and I wish I could ask you. She came across the rose he had given her, staring down at it like it was nothing important. Was she the one who made you happy first? she thought. Was I just a fill in for her? Trashing the rose, she tied up the bag and moved it to the corner of her room. Tell me, Baron, she thought moving to her bathroom so she could wash out the dye in her hair, and freshen herself up. Will you be happy now?
He was starting to freak her out when she noticed the crumbled piece of paper in his hand. "Who's that for?" she asked, looking up at Brian with curious eyes. "Let me see it." He said nothing at first, just stared at her with these eyes that seemed to speak a thousand words, none of which she could understand. "I said, 'let me see it'!" she had demanded, suddenly getting angry at Brian's lack of words. She knew now what he was trying to protect her from when he didn't give her the note the first time she asked. She'd have to thank him when he got back from his walk. Hesitantly, Brian held the note out infront of him for Utada to reach. She should have just stopped then, and left the note clutched in his pale hand when she felt tremors run throughout her body, but she didn't. Grabbing the note out of his hand, she looked up at him before she brought her eyes back down to read it.
You obviously didn't mean as much to him as you thought. You lost. He's mine, and don't look for him. Or you may just end up in a hole in the ground.
Baron
::kiss:: P.
At first, she had scoffed as she read the note, thinking it was some sort of fan girl of his trying to spook her into breaking up with him. As she looked back now, she scoffed at her arrogance, and ability to trust the one that was so very capable of hurting her the most. Then, she looked over the note a bit more. The scent of the woman that kissed it made her nauseous, made her feel uneasy. The familiarity the two seemed to share was prominent in certain words that crossed her mind. She was already numb when she noticed the signature on the note. It was horribly, unmistakably, without a doubt his signature. She recognized the way his "B" always curved, never too neat, never too messy. The "R" always looked as if there was supposed to be a flag on it or something, the way the top curved and felt incomplete. Like I do? she asked herself as she laid there, a smirk clear on her face. She remember how she looked up at Brian, a lump in her throat as she tried to keep from crying. "Tell me this is a joke," she managed to say after a while. "T-Tell me you just wrote this and had him sign it as s-some type of cruel, cruel joke!" The sound she made when he slowly shook his head "no" was still stuck in her head as she slowly started to sit up in the middle of the room.
Utada remembered trembling so much that Brian had to hold her so she didn't accidentally start moving around the room like a jackhammer. She was so numb then, so shocked that he would do something like this to her. The next thought that crossed her mind made her pull away from Brian and shove the note into his hands. "Sniff them out," she commanded, no longer able to hold in those painful tears. "For goodness sakes, Brian, do it!" She remembered how she sobbed as she made her way to her feet, her shoes crunching against the broken glass. The way it ran through her body was incredibly painful, so painful in fact, she had to hold onto the frame of her bedroom door so that she would not fall if she managed to pass out. Brian's words stuck in her head as she made her way into the kitchen, clutching the note as she did before. "I'm not your pet, Utada," he had said. "I'm supposed to be your friend, and as your friend, I won't do it." She didn't get why then, her eyes gleaming with anger as she stared up at her friend, but now, it was so clear to her. He was trying to save her from even more pain than she was already enduring. Maybe save me from my death, too? she thought curiously as she turned on the stove, watching as the fire went from orange to blue quickly.
Everything after that was a blur for Utada. Some fighting had happened, lights went out, things were broken. Maybe a bone or two, a jaw perhaps. All the details were sketchy, but if one thing was certain to her, it was that she was hurting. At the time of course. When she had first fell to the floor, laying there for who knows how long, she was a broken person, a person who relied on the feelings of others to make her happy. Maybe it wasn't him I fell in love with, she had thought. Maybe I fell in love with the way he made me feel like... something. But then, that would have to mean that she was nothing. Maybe I am nothing. It was the thought that consumed her for hours on hours as she laid there, tears rolling down her face. She hated it now, and how it made her feel weak. With a sigh, she brought the note up to the flames on the stove. Whoosh. She watched as the note curled up in the flames, slowly turning to ash infront of her. The stench of the woman that had swept Baron away filled her nose, but no longer bothered her as it had before. Her expression was blank, conveying no emotion at all.
When there was nothing left but a small pile of ash, Utada turned the stove off and with vampire speed, started cleaning the room. As she cleaned she thought to herself about something that had crossed her mind every time she was with him. You know, she thought. There was a time that I used to say that I wanted you to be happy, even if it hurt me in the end. She grabbed a trash bag as she continued. That nothing could be this bad as long as you were happy. As soon as everything was back to normal in the living room, she dragged her trash bag into her room, going around and throwing things out that she had gotten from him. I'm not going to be selfish now and go back on what I said, she thought. But, there's one thing I'm wondering, and I wish I could ask you. She came across the rose he had given her, staring down at it like it was nothing important. Was she the one who made you happy first? she thought. Was I just a fill in for her? Trashing the rose, she tied up the bag and moved it to the corner of her room. Tell me, Baron, she thought moving to her bathroom so she could wash out the dye in her hair, and freshen herself up. Will you be happy now?
That's on a really good day, hahaha. Below is usually what I post normally.
Already grumpy, and upset about being cold, and bloodless, the voice that came from her door was the cherry on her pie of insanity. With another sneeze, much for violent than the first, she found herself hissing at the person at the door. It only made her angrier that she couldn’t smell who it was, let alone recognize the voice that called her name. She sighed and twitched, no doubt caused by the electric shock that tremored through her body, before turning toward a mirror on her wall. The reflection that looked back at her was dismal. Her hair was a mess, wild but slick at the same time. Her cheeks were puffy, along with the space under her eyes. A pale, sickly pink was the color of her normally yellowish skin. Utada was the definition of a ghastly cold with legs. Great. Another thing I can add to the list of things that are annoying me today. With a zombie-like pace, she moved to the door and opened it, feeling a sudden burst of happy going through her system as she stared up at Kohaku, though she had to push back the ravenous feeling of wanting to impale his neck with her fangs and feed until her heart was content. “Hi,” she said, her voice affected by the stuffiness of her nose, a small smile creeping to her lips. “I’m sorry. I have this horrible cold. I would let you in, but I don’t want to give it to anyone else…” That's when she saw the blood packets in his arms. She found her fangs extending to an alarming length as she stared them down, a flicker of savageness in her eyes.
