Application? o_o;;;
ooc;; This is an application for my OC, Nina. 8D
Name; Nina Zakai.
Alias; The Hacker or Hacker.
Age; Around 15 or 16.
Description and personality; Short, calm, taciturn, red hair, lime green eyes, wears a black cloak, with a lime green sweatshirt and black pants underneath.
Powers; Nina can take complete control over any plant. She also has this huge, big-ass scythe (There's an entire backstory just behind that, but we won't get into that.)that she uses to mow down trees and big plants and stuff like that. It's easier to make a fallen tree get up and walk around then it is to make a tree that still has it's roots in the ground get up and walk around. She is also very good working with electronics (Hence the name.).
1st Person Example Post; Sometimes, in the night, I'll climb the fire escape on someone's home. I suppose some would consider that immoral and wrong, but I do not care. Once I'm at the top, I'll do two things. I'll stargaze, or I'll stare at Titan's Tower. They are both so huge, so massive, so ultimatly demanding in their positions that my head will spin and I have to look away. They both make me feel sad, alone, worthless. Which is what I am. Then, I get wrapped up in memories from the past, and fall asleep. It's a pattern, a cycle.
Tonight's Memory: Mother used to say I was merely 'taciturn' before she died. I would have to look up what it meant every time in this huge dictionary we had at home.Then I'd laugh, and tell her that she was silly to call me that.
Taciturn.
Tac-i-turn.
adj.
Almost always silent, not liking to talking.
Now, I think it fits.
3rd Person Example Post; Nina sighed, wrapping her fingers around her hair. The stars weren't out tonight, forcing her to stare at the tower. The city was too bright to see the stars well, anyway. But back to the Tower. It wasn't necessarily that she liked the structure, or that she found it interesting. It was just that she was drawn to it, inexplicably. Too many times she had wandered up to someone's rooftop, and found herself staring at the Tower. Too many times. There was always tomorrow to ponder such things though. Always tomorrow.