Name: Aimee Kingston
Age/DOB: 01/28 (She's 24, if you're wondering)
Sex: F
Race: Human of African-American descent
Height: 5’5
Weight: 122 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Planet: Why, Earth, of course.
Personality: Aimee is a chameleon. There are times when she can be sweet, docile, and friendly, and then, there are times where she is biting and cruel, especially as her public persona. Either way, as far as she can tell, she’s a superb actress. And her gothy look isn’t just for show. Her sense of humor and lifestyle are indeed, very grim, but she has fun with it and it appears that her readers and followers tend to like that quality about her. Of course, fame’s not always what it’s cracked up to be. She tends to lash out when too much pressure is handed off to her, not to mention her own qualms with the chauvinism within her own field. Love her, or hate her, Aimee is… Aimee.

Likes: dark colors, Victorian funeral memorabilia, 80’s goth fashion, fruit, spicy food, b-movies, computer games, collecting, announcing, the dark, acting, snarky jokes, and animals/well behaved children

Dislikes: sexism, strong odors, cat-calling, bland foods, bland people, blissful ignorance, extremely hot weather, exceedingly happy morning people, extremely bright lights other than the sun

History: Aimee was born in Texas to two teenagers who had no clue how to even raise a baby, yet they married one another. Their marriage was a brief one, which left them separated within a year, but both agreed to share custody of Aimee. Such a tumultuous beginning would make a person assume that Aimee was an unhappy child, but in actuality, she was quite normal. Much more normal than how she ended up.

Her mother remarried in her mid-twenties, to an older dojo master that would prefer his own children over her, the step child. Her mother, while loving, also kept the girl at an arms' length in public. There was a time, where'd she even try to train with her half-siblings and his students, but he'd always make her work much, much harder. Luckily, her father was always a reprieve from her cold stepfather's home and with him, is where her real story begins.

You see, her father came into a grand amount of money once his own parents died, yes, her mother did in fact have an affair with a rich family's only son. Her father's family had a share with a bioengineering firm, and like a good son, her father gained a job with the company once he received his BA. So he'd spoil her with the latest gadgets and toys, and treat her like a princess each and every summer. But when she turned twelve, her life seemed to shift. Her mother decided that she'd be happier with her father and sent her away. Young Aimee didn't take her mother's rejection quite well and lashed out once she found herself in the bedroom her father set aside for her during her visits. Toys were smashed, electronics were thrown into broken windows, but not by her hands alone.

Little Aimee had learned that she was a special girl after all. Long, ink-colored masses would sprout from her hands and mouth during her tantrum. Her father was horrified, but not surprised. You see, during those long summers where she'd be doted upon and treated well, her father and his co-workers would inject chemicals into her bloodstream while she slept or into her food. The toys she played with were practically laced with a chemical that could create the same effect in most mammals, she was just their first human subject.

Guilt had finally washed over her dad once she had relaxed and slept; he couldn't just throw his child away, and couldn't kill her, either. Her mother had no idea of the experiments placed upon her, she'd only ask more questions.

So, he did what any good dad would do.

He raised her and made up an explanation that she had a 'condition', that only he and his colleagues could help with. Naturally, she took this quite hard, but she wanted to make her father worry less and so, for a long time, she became a guinea pig. Her teens were shaky, of course. She began to hold onto the macabre and created a persona for herself; her pink bedsheets and pastel walls would be replaced by dark clothes and even darker music. She'd give her private tutors a hard time with her sudden unpredictability, as well; at times, she'd be 'Aimee', sweet, self-conscious, with a flair of dark humor, or she'll switch and rant and rave and try to crush your head with a razor sharp tentacle for fun. 

Like her childhood, her teen and young adult years would be just as lonely. All she had was her dark lifestyle and the internet. Which is how she became famous in the first place. It all started with her pictures; private photo shoots of just herself and her room. People began to question who the odd girl was. A model? A dancer? No one who she was, but they begged her to make videos, vlogs, anything to keep them more entertained and she complied. Her sense of humor could be played out in a healthier manner, now. And without her father trying to limit her, she grew more bold with her grabs for fame, but she would never, ever reveal her ability.

And then it happened, she received a spot on a late night television program and she somehow shot up overnight. And like the revelation of her strange side effect to his testing, her father was also shocked. He had finally let it slip to her that he had been testing on her since she was a child, and she reacted horribly. She smashed things and trashed his entire laboratory before she left in the middle of night, crushed and confused by her father's testing. How many others had he used in this way? Was she really alone in this?

How could this happen?

She put on a brave face for several years, appearing in bit commercials or announcing for several tv stations. She refused to use her ability ever again. That was until she heard that her father was dying. He had been diagnosed for a cancer for quite some time, and no amount of money seemed have to helped with his treatments. That was until she heard wind of the dragonballs. They could grant any wish and they were not of this world. To save her father, she would do anything, and naturally, she signed up for the tournament to gauge for more information on them and the process, outed herself and her abilities. 

She is afraid, but, for her father, she felt, that her fear matters less than his health.

Skills: Erebokinesis/Darkness Manipulation

Ki Techniques: None, currently.

Physical Techniques: None, currently.

PL: (Will be given by staff. Will start around the 100-200 mark.)

RP sample:

From a past rp:

Amalia hated driving. Just the very thought of doing so made her experience a mini-panic attack. She hated it so much, that she'd rather take the extra time to walk to a place (if no cab was available). Today was no different, and since it was a Saturday, well, she took her time to walk down to the Pie and Diner for lunch. Still a little new to the comings and goings of Natashquam, she came here by word of hearsay. Apparently, the coffee and cherry pie was simply to die for, according to one sister. Today, she was dressed in a more simplified version of her nun's habit'; a mid-calf powder blue dress worn over a white blouse and a veil that hid her puffed hair.

The chill in the air made her bring a sweater and a thin scarf, just in case the wind got a little colder, and some gym shoes.

Basically, whenever you saw Amalia, you immediately had an idea of what she did for a living. Of course, her name wasn't exactly Amalia, anymore, either. "Good afternoon, Sister Mary Thomas," she gave a half-hearted wave to another pedestrian once she spotted the diner... and the form of an elderly First Nations woman. Initially, she was worried that the older lady might've slipped and fell, "Ma'am, don't move," she said cautiously, "Let me help you up."

She held the woman with a tight grip and pulled her up, "Are you feeling alright, miss? I don't see anything broken, but if you need an ambulance, I'll be happy to call someone for you." Amalia was visibly concerned. She hated seeing old people in any type of trouble and she always made it a point to assist the older patrons at the church. "My name is Mary. Sister Mary Thomas. Are you sure you're okay, miss?"

hmm, as you may have guessed I've an issue with this shadow manipulation you've given your character. When you spoke about tendrils on turtle beach I got the impression it was some kind of Ki technique.

I was going to ask a few questions about how strong it is, what it can do etc. (I'm guessing it'd work like Gaara's sand or something) But to be honest with you I've never seen anything like this in DB/Z before and I'm not so sure it really holds a place here. Give me more of a description and outline of what this power is and how it works, and also how you intend to use it and I'll mull it over and get back to you.