Post by Shelby Stone on Feb 10, 2011 9:28:55 GMT -5
SHELBY STONE
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
Everynight I say a Prayer
<<< ...in the hope there is a Heaven>>>
~~ w h o a r e y o u ~~
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
Everynight I say a Prayer
<<< ...in the hope there is a Heaven>>>
~~ w h o a r e y o u ~~
Full name; Shelby Lee Stone
Nicknames; Shel, Hot Stuff, Cherry Bomb (her former stripper handle)
Age; 28
Gender; Female
Sexual orientation; Heterosexual, but knows how to give a good act at otherwise
Allegiance; Neutral
Face claim; Danneel Harris
Every day I'm more confused
<<< ...as the Saints turn into Sinners>>>
~~ d i g g i n g d e e p e r ~~
<<< ...as the Saints turn into Sinners>>>
~~ d i g g i n g d e e p e r ~~
Height; 5'7
Weight; 115
Tattoos/Piercings/special marks; Both ears pierced, Belly button pierced, tattoos of a small dragon left 'cheek', cartoon little devil with a pitchfork and flames on the lower right pelvic area, birthmark resembling a coiled dragon on her right shoulderblade
Likes; Freedom, men, sex, driving too fast, a good time (excitement,fights, parties, etc..).
Dislikes; Angels, Demons, Croats, being pinned down (figuratively and literally), molestors
Hopes; (secretly, even to herself as she denies it) Being loved and loving someone. To see the world as it once was. To be able to use her 'fire power' without being drained. To get a better handle on the other elements as well as she has on fire, though it's unlikely. To find a place where a good night's sleep is possible.
Fears;Death. Losing her freedom and freewill. Falling into that crap called Love. That the World will never be the same. That someone else might once again have power over her.
Habits;Flirting - it's just a natural state for her, she doesn't even realize she's doing it most of the time. Twirling her hair around a fingertip. Getting into mischief
Special skills/Powers/Abilities;
- Other elements - While not really a master at any of them she can still, through the grace of her bloodline effect the other elements as well just to s much smaller effect and for shorter periods of time. Doing so also drains her greatly as they don't come as naturally to her as her Fire affinity.
- Witch Foo - A successful gal has more than one trick in her bag though and she employs all her learned skills with her witch foo. From potions to spells to lore she has a ton of things in her bag of tricks. It helps her to survive out in a viscous and chaotic land.
- Hot as Hell - Not only literally, as in being a Fire Elemental, but also being drop dead gorgeous. She is so not above using her feminine wiles to her advantage, knowing what a weapon they can be.
- Smart Cookie - She's an intelligent girl despite her sometimes trailer parkish attitude. She'd the girl the nerd squad creams for, hot, smart, and deadly. But book smarts is not the only intelligence she possesses. She is street smart and savvy, able to think on her feet quickly and form strategies.
- Krav Maga -
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krav_Magaan eclectic hand-to-hand combat system developed in Israel that involves wrestling, grappling and striking techniques, mostly known for its extremely efficient and brutal counter-attacks, as it is also taught to elite special forces around the world. Krav Maga has a philosophy emphasizing threat neutralization, simultaneous defensive and offensive maneuvers, and aggression.
Being wealthy also had it's benefits of being able to afford the best trainers. She chose this form of self-defense classes at the age of 9 because she liked the name but since has learned that it's a damn fine skill to have.
Style preference; Typically her hair is left down, long and loose, the red tresses framing her face but there's times she might throw it into a ponytail. The end of the world is no excuse for not slapping on a little lip gloss and mascara to her. She tries to look her best despite the state of the world, a bit vain yes. Since the cold doesn't really effect her much due to her inherent gifts she has no qualms about wearing skimpy clothes and often does. It's works to her advantage most times and people notoriously under estimate a beautiful woman in revealing clothes. Her leather pants and a bikini top are standard fare, a leather motorcycle racing jacket usually nearby.
All the Heroes and Legends I knew as a child
<<< ...have fallen to idols of clay>>>
~~ w h e r e d o y o u c o m e f r o m ~~
<<< ...have fallen to idols of clay>>>
~~ w h e r e d o y o u c o m e f r o m ~~
Hometown; Dallas, TX
Mother; Savannah Stone Dubois - Social Queen Bee (deceased)
Father; Shelton Stone - former oil tycoon (deceased)
Siblings; N/A.
Others; Jack Dubois - former Hollywood exec (deceased), Collene Shaunessey - witch (deceased)
Current location; On the road
History; Growing up wealthy and privileged has it's perks. Lots of toys and as you got older bigger, more expensive toys and always getting your way. But there is a darker side to wealth and upper echelon of society. Ugly dark secrets that remain hidden. Shelby's life was no different. Her father died when she was still a baby, a wealthy Texas oil tycoon, he left her mother plenty to be luxurious on. But Savannah Stone was not a woman to remain alone for long. It wouldn't look proper to the society she'd grown accustomed to ruling with a pearl clad neck and a white silken glove.
She remarried not six months after laying her first husband to rest, another wealthy man, a Hollywood executive that based himself out of New Orleans. Her mother turned her back on her true heritage, that of a rare line of Elemental blood. But it was easy for her, sometimes the gifts skipped generations. But her Nona knew and she noticed that baby Shelby bore the mark of the Firebringer, a true elemental witch of her family bloodlines. She bore the mark on her right shoulder, a birthmark that resembled a coiled dragon.
Unlike other ancestors that had moderate to fair control over all the elements her blood sang pure with the song of fire, the kinship, the affinity as natural to her as blinking or breathing. It was not that she simply controlled the fire, she was literally at one with it, a part of it as it was a part of her. She was the first in her family bloodline to ever bear such a pure affinity with a single element.
She grew up on her Nona's stories and guidance, learning the craft at a young age, steeped int he traditions and the cultural flavors of New Orleans as well. And between the two world's she flirted with she preferred the more earthly pursuits of her Nona than the proper composure of society her mother forced upon her. She showed a lot of promise even early on, mastering simple spells and potions at first and rapidly moving through quickly to more advanced magics before the age of eleven. Her talents with fire even manifested well before puberty, when others of her line had shown their gifts, able to control and beckon fire of all sorts with a mere thought or tiny gesture of her hand. She would spend hours lighting a candle just to pull the fire out of it's wick and relight it again.
But it wasn't the only skill she was taking to like a duck to water. She also took self defense classes from a Krav Maga master with private lessons within her home. It was a good style for her, disciplined but with no strict dress code or set rules. Win by any means necessary, that was the motto. Be fast, be quick, and strike the weaker areas. it would come in handy later in life.
All was well in her spoiled little world until she began to blossom as a woman, her figure turning more curvy and her features more mature. This drew the attention of her step father in a way that if any knew his dark perversity his world would shatter. He began to show more interest in her, his wife having long since moved to her own separate room to avoid her wifely duties.
At first it seemed innocent enough, wanting to spend time with her, showing an interest in what she was doing and who she was with, buying her things and taking day trips to various places. But the innocent touches grew slowly, subtly more illicit, at first mistaken as accidental things. Over time and as the years showed her more and more kindness, bringing out her beauty he grew more bold until he finally made his move.
Like any predator he used guilt and blackmail to keep her silence, buying her off sometimes if he thought he could, telling her she should be grateful. But as the abuse continued the hate grew and festered in her heart.
It culminated into one fateful evening when her mother was out with the Ladies' Preservation Society Club meeting and she was left alone in the house with him. As he came to her room and tried to find his dark joys she felt a shift inside her, a switch being flipped as her temper grew and grew until she realized he was shrieking and no longer suffocating her with the cloying smell of his cologne and cigar smoke. He was writhing in pain on the floor, his body engulfed in flames as he burned from the inside out. She should have done something, she should have called for help but all she could do was stare at him with her anger rippling off her in waves, not even realizing that at the time her entire body too was engulfed in a living flame that turned her already crimson hair to flickering embers and her skin to glow as the flames covered her from head to toe.
She watched as he burned and she enjoyed it.
By the time she came to the house was going up around her ears and the sounds of fire engines tearing up the Oak lined drive, making the Spanish Moss that clung to it seem like it was aflame as well. Only then did she pull her own flames back into the core of her being and grabbed a robe, pulling it around her as she ran out of the house.
It couldn't be saved. Neither could he. But she didn't need a fire official to tell her that. She knew he was burning in Hell now...she'd sent him there personally.
Her mother was beside herself, blaming her teenaged daughter, knowing the powers her family was capable of even if she tried to ignore them. It culminated in a screaming match in which Shelby revealed to her mother the wickedness of her husband but her mother stubbornly refused to believe it, calling her daughter a liar even as she knew in her heart it was true. When her mother shrieked and paled, falling back Shelby realized that she was doing her Human Torch impersonation once more and even though she wanted to hurt her mother she could never kill her.
She left and never looked back.
Over the years she made her way, with a trust and for kicks, and out of rebellion she would take jobs here and there when she felt so inclined, doing a job that would have appalled and horrified her mother as she took up exotic dancing, using the moniker Cherry Bomb as she did. Running with the rougher crowd she picked up other skills, such as hot wiring vehicles, driving like a bat out of hell, pick pocketing, and lock picking as she shacked up randomly on whims and left those situations nearly as abruptly and without explination.
Life was good and living was free for her for several years until the Fall came. The world she'd known changed forever. Lucifer's regimes took over major cities and chaos ruled elsewhere.
Her skills, gifts, and savvy served her well in this new land. While her affinity for fire was her defining trait she had a limited and minor influence on other elements as well and used everything in her arsenal to survive out in the wild lands.
She'd ran across Hunters, demons, and even an angel or two in her times and all of them had hated her for simply being what she was, what she was born to be. But she did not bend nor break to any of their ilk, a force of nature unto herself. She could protect herself and take care of herself and that was all that mattered. Everything and everyone she'd ever cared for were long gone since the Fall.
And so now she roams the land, sometimes on foot, sometimes stealing a vehicle, remaining in the lands of chaos for the time being, preferring it and it's relative solitude to the damnation of living in one of the Lucifer ruled Cities or risking staying too long in any of the smaller survivor camps, thanks to all the hunters in them. Better to look out for Number One in times like this.
And I feel this empty place inside
<<< ...so afraid that I've lost my Faith>>>
~~ w h e r e a r e y o u g o i n g ~~
<<< ...so afraid that I've lost my Faith>>>
~~ w h e r e a r e y o u g o i n g ~~
Your name; Agent K
Your age; Not saying but I can vote and legally buy alcohol and have been able to for many years.
Role Playing experience; Remember when D&D really got popular? Yeah...since then.
Contact; PM unless I give you my YIM
Role Play sample; She wondered now, as she did countless other times, What would she be now if she'd been raised in a normal, loving family. Where hugs were not laced with suggestive intent or with drug induced limpness. Where she was able to enjoy the perks of being a little rich girl. Would she have been better off? Would she have somehow been protected more? Or would she be another mindless zombie in one of those prison camps they called Angelic Cities? Or dead somewhere, rotting in a shallow grave...if she got that much consideration.
A small sigh left her as she blew the smoke out of her lips, the cigarette smouldering in her fingers. It wasn't a vice she indulged in often, smoking. At least not like this. She left plenty of smoking, smouldering things in her wake living out here in JoshLand that was sure. It was kill of be killed. No room for mercy or second guessing. Someone came at you, attacking you, you just reacted. It was the only reason she was still alive today.
The old bed sheet of the crappy motel bed was puddled loosely at her waist as she leans back against the headboard, listening to the snoring of the random guy she'd managed to get caught up with last night. She was pretty sure he was a demon. Not that she cared really. He was riding a hot host body and the body was all she was really interested in. That temporarly feeling of intimacy, that she wasn't alone, the feel of strong arms around her, holding her that let her lie to herself for at least a few stolen hours and tell herself that she was protected, safe. She knew it for the lie it was. Knew it was delusional. But in this new world it was an innocent lie, told to herself for comfort. A game of pretend.
But all games ended. All dreams crashed and shattered. All good things had to come to an end. Just like this bleak morning light that filtered into the darkness of the motel room. They'd broken in here after a Croat attack. She'd been surrounded, at least twenty of them. She'd tried to pick them off as they got too close, letting her magics rest, that fire that burned so hot inside her at bay as she used her bare hands to fight them, careful not to let them get too close, the muscle memory of the movements coming automatically for her, feeling good, feeling her adrenaline flow and build, feeding that fire within.
The effort, the phsyical strain of muscle and tendon and bone... it was almost like sex really, the way it got the blood pumping and the her breath faster. But she became overwhelmed too quickly. As the first Croat laid a hand on her arm and pulled her to him her entire body burst into flames fro the tips of her hair to the toes of her feet, clothes incinerated in an instant with the blazing heat of a thousand volcanos, the Croat screaming as he was reduced to cinder in an instant, not even bones left in his wake as the ashes drifted on the wind.
Those Croat closest to her were flash fried in a similar fashion, their screams of agony temporary as the living flames and the heat engulfed them and washed their stain from the earth. Those remaing ones further out she had sent the fire out, her spirit emissaries that embraced their bodies and set their blood to burn. A few were able to try to run into the woods, lighting the grass and trees around them on fire as they ran those last few steps. She watched them die through thte flames of her eyes, not knowing she too was being watched. Not until she let her flames falter and draw back within, leaving her there naked on the forest floor, the pine needles soft under her bare feet, the thermal winds slowly drifting through her hair as the fire rested.
As she raised her hand and called the fire from the trees and the woods back, making it extinguish she heard the clapping and the voice, a sultry, rich male tone as he stepped out of the shadows, intelligent enough to know not to come too close just yet as his eyes had drifted over her body before returning to her face. Tunred out he was a fan, and she was weakened. She needed power to protect her this night and from the look in his eyes...she knew she could find it with him for a few hours. Her soul wasn't what he was interested in at the moment. The show of power and violence and destruction had fueled his desires, wetted his appetites for other pleasures.
As he'd wrapped his leather jacket around her shoulders and smoked them out from the forest to the abandoned motel she knew she was in for a fun night, his hands caressing her skin and lips claimed hers with a fervor she melted against him and let him take the lead, kicking in the door to the motel room behind them and pulling her in with him. The rest, as they say, is history.
Or at least it would be once she was out of here. Rising form the bed carefuly to not wake the exhausted demon she stole his shirt and riffled through his wallet and jacket for anything useful, finding the keys to a motorcycle and some beef jerky. Demons. What a crazy lot. Slipping on his jacket as well and slipping out the door she found his chopper behind the motel, rolling it far enough away not to wake him as she started it and peeled off from the pavement, fishtailing the bike as she headed toward the next closest city.
She needed new clothes, supplies, shoes. Might as well gear up for the next great adventure and enjoy the ride to the end. The world was on borrowed time.
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