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Part II: Character Information

 

Character Position: SailorAesculapius (Lucidus Senshi)

 

Character Name: Ariadne Theropeva

 

Name Meaning: – Ariadne is Most Sacred, Theropeva is Heal, cure, wait on; (both are Greek, although Theropeva is Ancient) I’m going for the Healer thing here x.x Her Senshi form is the Healer, and since she’s identified with a goddess, she’s gonna be sacred (duh), and plus it does a bit for her personality… So basically, Most Sacred Healer

 

Birth date and Age / Zodiacal Sign: 15-16 (Whichever would be more relevant); March 1st, making her Pisces. The Pisceans (I LOVE that word^^) are the supersensitive bunch in the Zodiac, and they are intuitive and easily adaptable, but tend to be out of touch with the real world. They dislike violence, and like pretty and nice things. Yep. There’s Ariadne, to a point.

 

 

Physical Details:

Eyes: Blue. Very, very blue. Mediterranean blue. One-look-knocks-you-flat-on-your-face-because-they’re-so-freakin’ blue. At the risk of being repetitive, Ariadne’s eyes are bright, striking blue, extremely large, with an interesting upward-tilt at the outward edges. They are fringed with very long lashes that are pale blonde, and topped by neat, delicately arched, (oddly enough) dark brows. They have the whole depthless-pool quality, and if for any reason you stare into them, it seems like they are too deep to see your reflection. They are her emotional windows, and regardless of her facial expression, what she really feels is right there, plain as day, in her eyes. ((I’m an eye freak. Leave me alone. o.^))

Hair: Superfine and very long, braided, it would swing at her waist; the color cannot be put any other way than white. It’s just white. You could rationalize it by saying she naturally had light blonde hair, and years in the sun bleached it out… or maybe it’s just white. She tends to part it just barely off center, then pull just the sides back and tie them, and if she’s doing something where long hair is extremely impractical, she will gather it up and coil it on her head, but she never, ever braids it. Ever. When she pulls the sides back or puts it up, several random small pieces fall around her face and ears, and they either never grow out, or are replaced as they do, because she’s had them forever.

 

Build and carriage: To be perfectly honest and blunt, Ariadne’s a shrimpy little thing. She comes in at all of 4’11¼", and she only hopes to be five-one as an adult. Her diminutive stature doesn’t bother her at all, however, and she doesn’t try to compensate. She carries herself perfectly upright, even so, but it’s a good thing she isn’t trying to look taller, because it doesn’t work. She isn’t bony at all, thank Heaven, but is built wiry and lean, and short of going on a three-month fat binge, there’s just not much she can do about it. As to curve, well, really, there’s none there. Optimistically, she can be said to have a cute figure, but really, she’s easily discernibly female and it stops there.

Skin, facial features, mundane dress: Early life (and a tendency to be) in the sun has given her a golden-brown skin tone. I do not mean tanned, because that is brown. I mean something almost Asian; golden-brown like sand, or the perfect cookie. Ariadne would not really ever be called beautiful; she simply hasn’t got the look. She’s more of what you’d think of when you hear the word ‘ethereal’. Her eyes are large (or maybe huge would be a better word), her cheekbones are high, her face rather narrow, her chin slightly pointed. All that really negates the image is her skin color, and even that’s not too bad. This may sorta be thought of as good looks, but the initial attraction would almost never be appearance (unless the giant blue eyes hook you in).

 

Whatever her school may allow, she dresses conservatively, mainly. Shirts she favors in shades of blue, turquoise, green, one of the three mixed with purple, and white. These all tend to be rather plain, save her penchant for empire waists, belled sleeves, and/or square necks. Vests and cardigans also appear. She will wear nothing, pants/skirts or shirts, which is skintight, although a somewhat formfitting shirt isn’t utterly against her principles. In bottomwear (is that a word?), she prefers khakis and jeans, although she isn’t averse to anything else but leather. Her favorites are pants cropped at the mid-shin, and skirts below the knee. A rumor at one point said that she has a pair of short-shorts in a drawer, but most people considered it untrue. She’s mine and I can tell you that it was factual, but she won’t wear them in public. To school, she would generally wear a pair of khaki pants/a khaki shirt and a nicer shirt or cardigan or vest, although jeans make a rare appearance on days where an event makes the atmosphere more informal.

 

 

Blood type: A, only, maybe not very nervous?

 

Gemstone: Lapis lazuli

 

 

Likes: The ocean, first and foremost, because of her earlier childhood (see history); full and crescent moons (just… pretty…); deer, gazelles, dik-diks, muntjacs, or any other remotely deer-like creature (because of their graceful movements and speed); white flowers (they have this aura, almost, of innocence and purity that she loves. They seem, in her words, "like hope"); anything blue; stars (they’ve always been there, always will, and even as their majesty awes the bejeebers out of you, they looks small and almost unassuming); the truth; a clean conscience (like she ever doesn’t have one X.x)

 

Dislikes: The color orange (quote by Ariadne: "ORANGE?! EEW! ICK! GET IT OUT OF MY SIGHT AT ONCE! NEVER AGAIN PROFANE MY PRESENCE WITH THAT VILE *omitted* AGAIN!" etc. etc. Must just be a pet peeve…); dishonesty by anyone for any reason (poisons relationships, shatters trust, breaks hearts, too much damages the soul…. Lies are the force that scares her more than anything); ticks (six words: They Suck Your Blood With Pleasure. Her skin crawls at the thought of a tick; and it’s not arachnophobia, one of her ambitions is to hold a tarantula. Just ticks, the way they stick their head under your skin and if you pull them out it STAYS THERE **shudder**); conceited people (far too much exposure to them and one bad childhood experience); hatred, dislike, enmity in general (they aren’t good for people! Why do they happen so much?). One more thing: It’s not exactly a dislike, but for reasons beyond her control, Guys Her Age scare the ever-living shizat out of her. No wonder she’s never gotten a date.

 

Hobbies: Swimming; mediating disputes (you did read dislikes, right??); helping people whenever possible regardless of her own life (she’s SailorAesculapius. What’d you expect?); reading books on psychology; growing bonsai plants; arranging her Zen rock garden (it’s more relaxing than you’d think, and whatever artistic flair she has comes out); quick sketches and pictures (she cannot for the life of her draw or photograph anyone or anything posed; the drawings look like they were done by a fifth-grader and the photos aren’t too great. Candid shots and impromptu sketches turn out much better, and besides her Zen garden, are the extent of her artistic talent)

 

Personality:

Ariadne’s greatest talents and interests lie in helping and healing people, physically and mentally. If someone is crying, you bet your boots she’ll be right there making them feel better, and she does an incredibly good job. Her Healing powers are both for the body and the mind, to an extent; her favorite class is Biology and she’s usually to be found with a book on psychology. Helping people through whatever their current crisis is is very important to her.

 

On that note, she wants to be a psychologist (with a minor in physical medicine, maybe?) and beware: She Will Diagnose You. She has most of the student body classified under some kind of heading, be it Deep-seated Insecurities, Superiority Complex, Troubled Childhood, Starved for Love/Attention, etc., and for the most part she is right on the money. She doesn’t do this for herself, though, it’s so she can better choose her words and actions around those she meets. This makes her exceedingly easy to get along with, and even people she’s just met soon find themselves pouring out their deepest problems—which is what she wants. She gets pleasure from correctly psychanalyzing someone and therefore acting accordingly, and she feels frustrated and caged when she can’t do anything about someone’s problem.

 

 

Physically, she can’t exactly touch and heal, but she has the doctor’s touch, managing to make you feel better no matter what’s wrong with you. This she likes, being convinced that a good attitude helps the healing process. If you get hurt, Ariadne’s the person you want to be there, since she’ll help with both your injury and how you feel.

 

Ariadne had a serious problem with being lied to. Besides the obvious (it gets in the way of a proper analysis and if you aren’t level with her, she can’t help you), she has an innate fear of being unable to trust. She is a bit more trusting that one would expect from someone of her intelligence (all of her classes are either honors or AP), and easily suckered if you know what you’re doing. She trusts everyone she meets without reserve, and the thought that she cannot is one that just scares her. It takes away the sercurity in her life. Oh yes, big problem with lying.

 

 

One of her pet peeves is conceited people. Many of these fall under her Deep-seated Insecurities heading. You wouldn’t think it, but the only people she ever gets sharp with are those with heads too large for the rest of them, and when she gets sharp, she really gets sharp. Give her twenty-five seconds, and as the Bighead walks by you can hear the hot air leaking out: ‘Pfffffffffffff…’ The downside is, she feels guilty immediately afterwards and runs after them to apologize, which tends to diminish the overall affect.

 

She zones out. All the time. She still manages to ace her classes, but she’s way out of touch with the world everyone else lives in. She drifts about in a bubble, and comes off self-posessed, poised, and confident, but she really just doesn’t get it. Look naïve up in the dictionary, and at the bottom you’ll see: SEE: ARIADNE THEROPEVA. She little bubble has done a lot to protect her from the harshness of reality, which is good in a way, but it won’t be good when the bubble pops. She still, however, manages to relate to other people.

 

Basic summary: She is caring, understanding, easy to talk to, eager to help in any way she can, quick to cut you down to size but quick to apologize, overly trusting, naïve, somewhat oblivious to reality, and has a tendency to zone… out.

 

Vessy: AGAIN WITH THE SCARY-NESS!! Everything except the whole lieing thing, she's not super fanatical about that as far as I know.

 

History:

Born on a small island in the Mediterranean Sea, Ariadne Theropeva’s parents had a combined age of thirty-four. They refused her father Niko’s parents’ offers to raise her, instead keeping her. She was a bit of a wild-child, running all over the island, swimming, going barefoot all year. Her parents put almost no restrictions on her life, but made it abundantly clear what was right and wrong, and everyone on the island helped to raise her, which ingrained in her the belief that everyone in the world loves her and would never hurt her. This idyllic life lasted until she was seven years old, at which point her mother died. Why exactly she died Ariadne doesn’t know, because no one ever told her. Her father, a fisherman, was deemed by the gonverment unfit to care for her, and the social worker sent to take her away was almost comically full of herself, and she made the little girl feel very, very small, and angry, but too afraid to speak up. Taken from her father, she was going to be placed in foster care but for her mother’s oldest sister, her Aunt Lucia, who interceeded and harassed the agency until she got custody.

 

Lucia lived in Rome, and Ariadne was given to her care. At first, the child was afraid and closed herself up, but being raised as she was, soon opened up. Her aunt was a far stricter guardian than her parents, but she has a sense of humor that peeks out in everything she does, and that mellowed everything out. Lucia was all for cutting the girl’s hair, but she protested vehemently. She then suggested braiding it, but this too was met with intense opposition. Ariadne’s hair had never been cut or worn tightly, and the girl couldn’t bear for it to start now.

 

After settling in with her Aunt, her life progressed quite normally. The woman thought the government’s decision that Ariadne’s father was incompetent was utter nonsense, and so the two exchanged regular letters, and she fought for his right to visitation, and he is allowed to visit his daughter in Rome one weekend ever two months. She attended Romulous Elementary and Junior High, and is currently a sophomore at Romulous High. She is almost violently determined to be accepted into USR, and her teachers seem to think she has a decent enough chance. Her terror of males has left her out of the social cloud, but she’s so intent on her goal she really just… doesn’t care. ((Oh cheese… Tell me what else you need, if you take the notion to consider this app. I can write more once I know just what else is needed…))

 

 

 

NPCs: ((Well she’s not an Edna…)) Aunt Lucia: The woman who sucked up all the height genes in Ariadne’s mother’s family, she raised the girl from the age of seven. Dark-haired and dark-complected, with laughing brown eyes, she is something like 5’9", and skinny as a rail. Her approach to life is upright, stern, and uncompromising, but her constant laughter and good humor makes it worthwhile. She is anything but negligent as a guardian, but very understanding, and she always listens to Ariadne’s side of an argument, although she rarely changes her mind.

 

 

Part III: Senshi Information

 

Special Skills: Drawing/sketching things/ people that aren’t posed; being able to say just the right thing in a given situation; calming people down and treating wounds very well

 

 

Henshin Item: The norm for the Pantheon Senshi. The circular jewel is set on a large silver barrette that she uses both to secure her hair when it is all up on her head and hold back the sides; it looks fine in her hair both ways, and the barrette is able to handle both uses. ((Unless there’s another size it has to be))- The jewel and casing is about 1¾" in diameter.

 

Transformation: She holds her jewel high in one hand and shouts, "Aesculapius Deus Power Make-Up!" (*Insert Pretty Blue Flash Here^^*) Then, Ariadne is sitting with her knees drawn up and her arms around her ankles, head tilted slightly down and eyes closed, cradles within her symbol, which is brilliant silver against a darker blue, her symbol glowing on her forehead. The symbol shimmers, and in a smaller flash, it is gone, and she is slowly straightening until she stands, eyes still closed and hair fanning out behind her, arms crossed at the wrists over her chest with her jewel in its casing floating in front of it (at this point, she’s all shimmery-glowy blue, like a SM transformation). She draws her hands apart and the symbol floats between them, and she places it where it would be to join her armor. In another flash, her eyes are open, coming away from her jewel, and she now wears her armor over her bodice-thing, and her skirt. She turns around, her arms bent at the elbow and angles slightly out, palms up (like in a Look, No Weapons gesture), one foot raised so her toe is at the other ankle and her hair curling around her, to face the side so her profile is seen. Gloves to the elbow appear like a wave washing over her arm, and boots to the knee, the same way. She turns the rest of the way around, facing forward again, and the leather straps appear like streams of water from the waist as her tiara and choker appear. She then finishes in her ‘pose’: Right arm bent, two fingers resting on the rim of the symbol-jewel, legs apart but knees slightly bent and one further out than the other, left arm down and a bit away from her body, fingers wide—rather like she just caught her balance. Her expression is one of quiet determination. ((Ending in a smile’s not mandatory, right?))

 

Color: Cerulean blue

 

Symbol: The symbol for Seed of Life, Japanese in origination. It is a circle with an arc coming in halfway, like half an equator on the earth, but from the upper-left coming diagonally right, and thinning, kinda like a brushstroke. It’s right here: http://www.symbols.com/pics/big/32/3201.gif

 

Fuku/Costume: Basic fuku, silver armor and such. The symbol on her tiara, the choker, collar, skirt, and her boots are all cobalt blue. The leather strips are, instead of dark brown, dyed white. The gloves are cobalt blue, elbow-length, and have her symbol in white on the back of the hand. Her boots are kneeboots, without any heel, and also cobalt. She has the armband pictured, colored white with a cobalt stripe at the wrist.

 

Powers/Attacks: ‘Sacred Spirit, Be Healed!’ (Called casually her Spirit Flash) – First, she touches the center of her symbol jewel with two fingers, then flicks them out, like tossing something, and a sphere the size of a marble glows in front of her chest. She catches it between her two palms and keeps them there, like she’s praying. She bends her head over them for an instant (seemingly asking a blessing), then looks up and, keeping her hands together, holds them out in front of her (think Rei’s first attack in the anime, only without her hands looking like a gun). Slowly she brings them apart, the little light between them slowly expanding and getting brighter, until it floats between her hands, which are shoulder-width apart. She holds it for a fraction of a second, and then brings her hands together, like clapping or smashing a mosquito, and there is a huge (silent) explosion of cerulean light.

 

As she is the Senshi of healing, it would be a bit difficult to give her an offensive attack, so this is how I compromised: Sacred Spirit, Be Healed attempts to do just that: heal. This attack makes a heroic attempt to heal the corruption within whatever evil minion it comes into contact with, affecting whatever sees the flash of light. In things with more sensitive eyes, it may cause temporary blindness (heck, it’s a little bluey supernova), but its main affect is that it diminishes the evil in something. If it is something that is fundamentally evil, it attempts to sever their contact with the power that stems from the evil in them; if they were something that wasn’t evil to begin with (for example, something brainwashed), it throws their newfound beliefs into limbo, creating inner turmoil and slices their ability to use powers by anything from one-fourth to one-half, depending upon the strength of their belief in the correctness of evil ideals, and the physical strength of the victim. Also, anything that covered its eyes before the ‘clap’ would not be affected by the light, and therefore only have a funny tingling sensation on its skin. On the nymphs themselves, however, it would simply stun them for a moment, and possibly cause them to lose their concentration on whatever attack they had been planning to launch. It can be blocked by a decent power-shield, and can only be used once with full effect. The second time, its power decreases by half, the third time by half again (making it one-fourth of its original strength), and after that, it’s only useable as a diversionary tactic (the light’s really freakin’ bright). As for effects on Ariadne, it doesn’t make her physically fatigued, but it saps her emotional strength, leaving her with little conviction in her beliefs and easily susceptible to fits of laughter or crying. If she were, say, captured and interrogated after using the attack more then three times, she’d hold up to any sort of good persuasion like a wet paper sack to a mallet, although her physical strength would be largely unaffected. As for redirection, it’s impossible, as there is no actual ray of attack, simply a flash. If it is blocked, however, it disappears without bouncing anywhere.

 

Weapons: None.

 

Guardian: Asklepios, an emerald-green snake. (I got the idea from Aesculapius’s staff with the serpent around it.) ‘Pios, for short, has a general tendency to speak in cryptic sentences, and will rarely if ever say anything straight out. He usually knows more than he lets on, and the holier-and-very-much-wiser-than-thou expression he manages to assume on his reptilian face drives Ariadne nuts. He first appeared on a branch outside her window, and announced his presence by saying, "It is indeed Man’s greatest tendency to shut out that aid given him, and then revile the heavens for their lack of help." (Never, ever would he simply say, "Open the window.") It all began there. Because of Ariadne’s aunt’s utter terror of any green animal, be it reptile, bird, insect, etc., has forced her to keep him outside in the tree, a situation to which he is amenable enough. (She did, however, make him promise not to eat any birds nesting or simply standing in the tree.) She will sometimes, for company, smuggle him into school in her messenger bag, and he has come in very handy on biology quizzes… Their relationship is much like that of siblings, although she tells him things she wouldn’t tell a brother. He is surprisingly easy to talk to, and she confides things in him she wouldn’t breathe to another living soul.

 

 

Part IV: Miscellaneous Information

 

Why you: Me? Because you all love me… er… or not. Because I think I’m good enough to play; because I write well; because I am willing to learn from others, to take criticism and learn from it, because I have a sense of humor. Because I can be as weird as the next person. Because I want to, and am willing to work.

 

This character? I’ve always wanted to play a healer. I want to BE a healer, complete with herbs and infusions and everything. Because I love the idea of a Healing Senshi. I like the character I’ve created, and I like who she could be as SailorAesculapius.

 

This game? Because it looks FUN! Because it’s something that I haven’t done, that I could get better in, because there was a period in time that I wished I were a SailorSenshi. I think I’m good enough to play this character in this game in a way that won’t make you regret you accepted this app.

 

Miscellaneous: I know there is an applicant for this Senshi, and I am sending this in anyway. I accept the possibility that you may already be biased, and heck, that’s fine, I know I won’t get in because I was the only one. And about the writing sample…. Have mercy upon my soul.

 

 

Part V: The Writing Sample

Ariadne stared at the sheet of math problems before her in utter disbelief. There was no way her teacher expected them to get it done in one class period. No way. The simple fact that the quadratic equation was the one with the least amount of work in every problem shot that possibility right down. Her mind was already starting to fog over. As she brushed a strand of white hair out of her eyes, she attempted to focus on the first question. Something about a bunch of x’s and y’s who were confused about their true identity.

 

She looked up to stare at the man at the desk before the class. He was merrily sipping cold coffee and surverying the slaves… er, students… under his domination. He was the teacher, and fully able to give them one hundred complicated problems to be accomplished in forty-five minutes. Control freak, Ariadne thought in a momentary flash of bitterness. Then she felt guilty. It must be the fact that he was unable to procure hot coffee… Or maybe he’s just a sadist.Reluctantly applying her pencil to the first question, in which several x’s were the square root of y and also 3y cubed, she heaved a sigh and gave a last lingering look at her teacher. He was holding up a paper that she recognized as the sheet her class was working on, and in a fit of mercy, he stood up and announced that they could finish it as homework and turn it in the next day.Thanks, she thought sarcastically. Another up-till-two night. She resignedly continued laboring at the problems, her mind anywhere but on the math.

 

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Arriving home, Ariadne called out a greeting to her aunt, then ran up the stairs to her room. Flinging the window open, she got out the sheet from her math class and stared at it critically. Fifteen problems done in forty minutes. She went downstairs. May as well face it with a full stomach.And so it was that she sat down two tuna sandwiches later to eighty-five math problems that would most likely not benefit her in any way, unless admittance into USR was based on your score on one comprehensive worksheet. Blanching at the possibility, she began working.

 

"Ariadne?" her aunt called. "What are you doing up there? Homework?"

 

"Yes ma’am," she answered. "Math."

 

"You’re on your own," Lucia replied. "Come down when you want dinner."

 

"Alright." Sixteen down, eighty-four to go… Einstein, eat your heart out. The pencil flew.

 

The digital clock beside her bed blinked away the minutes, and the hours. At seven-thirty (and problem fifty-three) she went and took a shower, tying her long hair up in a turban to dry. She returned to the sheet with a passion, determined to get it done by midnight, so help her.

 

As her pencil scratched away, her mid drifted to her teacher. He seemed to be quite fond of giving them long and involved worksheets, but did not lecture if he could help it. He seemed happiest when the class was silent. Maybe he’s an agoraphobe, she thought. Then, No, just a control freak. He has to be in sharge of ehat we’re doing and thinking… little does he know I’m not thinking about how many x’s are in that pi, I’m thinking about what his mental state is….And so went the next fourty-seven problems. Ariadne brushed her teeth and fell into bed as the clock hit 12:00, and dreamed of cold coffee and variables.

 

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