Post by Merry Beary on Aug 26, 2014 10:05:21 GMT
Play-By Name: Cara Delevingne
Name: Patricia Ender
Age/DOB: 20. April 10th
Sex: Female
Race: Human
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 121 lbs
Eye Color: Green
Planet: Earth
Not much so far. The basic clothing, some cash and a bedroll.
Patrica's greatest happiness comes from giving parts of herself away. Whether that be kindness, understanding, or just a good joke, she wants to give more than she wants to receive. That desire to spread joy is so strong and so fulfilling that it's almost selfish, in that it brings her a deep satisfaction and a feeling of importance. Without that she feels empty and hollow – less of a person.
Her need to be useful stems from a childhood filled with abandonment and disappointment. The scars she carries from those years are difficult to see for people who don't know her, but scratch the surface and signs will emerge. She finds it difficult to be alone. In the quiet hours of the night, her mind tends to wander and that's a dangerous thing for Patricia. So long as she's busy and active and surrounded by merriment, she's happy.
It's not all as simple as that, though. She has moments where something that started as a joke very easily turns into something much more serious. Her dislike of mindless, angry violence is enough to turn her violent herself (The irony isn't lost on her). Many men have suffered her anger when she witnessed them being idiotically brutish or mean for no reason. She plays this up as heroism, but really she simply wants to punish them for being offensive assholes.
No matter how many offensive assholes Patricia does punish, hoever, her greatest enemy is herself. She is never satisfied by what she does or what she achieves, and pushes on for greater things. This is also her greatest strength, because it never allows her to grow complacent with herself. The fight to be better is tiring, but it's what makes her who she is. To those that deserve it, she is the most selfless friend they could find and the most resolute ally in the world. True happiness comes hard and the journey is taxing, but hardship has made Patricia strong and pure.
Likes:
- Training
- Learning
- Improving
- Practical Jokes
- Drinking
- Impressing People
- Good Food
- Laughing
- Sleeping
- Being Heroic
Dislikes:
- Stupid People
- Rudeness
- Brutes
- Discrimination
- Cooking
- Cleaning
- Being A Lady
Baby Patrica was born in London, England, to Mary-Beth and Arthur Ender. Arthur was 17 and Mary-Beth 16. Both worked in a travelling carnival full of second rate performers, con artists and desperate poverty. As an acrobat and animal trainer respectively, they didn't earn any significant amounts of money. Patrica's earliest years were filled with long nights on the road, a gnawing hunger and the glittering costumes her mother wore when she performed her daring, sky-high dances.
When she reached the age of five and was deemed old enough to take part in some of the shows - strictly backstage - an unfortunate accident involving a poorly stacked crate nearly claimed her life. Her parents witnessed the incident and thought her dead when the heavy crate seemed to crush her to the ground, only to see her emerge from underneath it a moment later, completely unharmed and baffled by their tearful faces. She'd caught the crate before it could hurt her and pushed it away with barely any effort. Once the shock wore off, her parents tried to understand how a tiny five year old girl could be so strong.
No answers were forthcoming, even after a bout of intensive medical examinations. Regardless of the reasons, Mary-Beth and Arthur saw an opportunity and decided to make the best of it. Over the course of the next nine years she became the struggling carnival's biggest attraction; The World's Strongest Girl, they called her. They grew prosperous and eventually left England to perform all over the world.
She was branded as a princess with the brave heart of a dragon and the strength of a giant. Through the years she was showcased to hungry audiences by making her lift weights, throw objects, and eventually pitted against muscle-bound men five times her size. And although she convincingly defeated them in fights, Patricia never felt in control. She was never taught how to use her strength effectively, and at times it overwhelmed her.
At the age of fourteen that lack of control showed itself in a violent, dangerous way. While on the stage in a nameless town in Thailand, performing for another faceless mass of people, she snapped. A member of the audience was allowed onto the stage to try and best her in an arm wrestling contest - something she'd been forced to do many times before. This time, however, the man was a drunk brute who wanted to test her strength and prove it to be fake, as he believed. When they sat down at a table to arm wrestle, he kicked her hard out of view of the audience. Startled but not truly hurt, Patricia instinctively lashed out at her attacker and punched him in the jaw. It immediately broke and he went flying through the air, only coming to a stop halfway across the room. The audience and carnival workers were shocked, but not as much as Patricia.
She'd let her emotions boil up and used her strength in a way she never intended to. The rage and feelings of abandonment she'd started to feel over the years boiled up and, still only a confused teenager, she ran. Terrified, conflicted and angry, she escaped the carnival and the greedy clutches of her parents. From that day on, with a strict promise to herself that she'd learn how to control her gift, she travelled all around the world with the kind of freedom she'd been yearning for. At times it was tough, but she managed to pay her way by performing tricks, stealing, and doing whatever else she needed to.
Those years on the road were by far and away the best of her life. She was finally allowed to indulge in her love of learning, and her strength and speed grew further when she discovered Wing Chun. She stayed put for a few years when she encountered a master of the art who was willing to teach her. He soon revealed himself to be more than just a practitioner of Wing Chung. From him she learned how to control and harness her ki, and with that new control she was no longer afraid of her own strength. But all good things come to an end and after some years she moved on again when the master announced her to be 'ready for bigger and better things'.
With the World Martial Arts Tournament just around the corner she's made her way down to South Afrika to take part. Although slightly apprehensive about being recognized as the “World's Strongest Girl”, she's eager to claim the prize money.
Wing Chun ~ This is the martial art she initially studied upon leaving home to travel. It also personifies the way she wishes to live her life: Defend with one hand, attack with the other – a perfect balance.
Basic Boxing ~ Another handy skill she picked up during her time in the carnival was the ability to punch without breaking her hand, and also take a punch without being a big girl's blouse about it.
Natural Performer ~ It's second nature for her to put on a show for the crowd, whether that's during a tournament or on the side of the road when she's simply doing acrobatic tricks for coins. Stage fright or performance anxiety is never a problem for her, and neither is the fear of making a fool of herself.
Lock Picking ~ Something her father – a rather shady character - taught her, for use when smashing the door down simply won't do.
Iron Stomach ~ She takes great pride in her ability to drink anybody under the table.
Sanshirudo (Sun shield) ~ Taught to her by her former master, the technique's name is a very literal representation of its function. In her right hand she forms a round, flat yellow disk of energy, its shape vaguely resembling that of a viking's shield. It's half as tall as she is and the main purpose of it is to block attacks, but she can also smash it into her opponents when fighting at close range.
Dengen Ken (Power Fist) ~ This simple energy attack goes hand in hand with the Sun Shield, but can be used on its own. Patricia forms pale yellow energy in her hand, completely encompassing it in pulsing light and vastly increasing the power of her punches.
Falling Water Strike ~ A slide and kick combination. When faced with an opponent's head on attack, Patricia will charge as well and duck down low to slide across the ground past her opponent. She will then rise up again to deliver a strike (either a punch or kick) to the enemy's back, thereby knocking him off his feet.
Shooting Geyser ~ This Wing Chun technique focuses on weaving one's way inside the defences of the enemy, and then delivering a sudden blow to the opponent's midsection with both hands. Patricia moves through any attacks directed at her during this technique, flowing like water, and delivers the final attack with enough force to send a grown man flying off his feet.
168
THAT ONE TIME PATRICIA HAD A HYPOTHETICAL MEETING WITH KING KAI
The portly martial arts master appeared about ready to burst with the effort required to remain dignified. His face was red and tears were streaming freely down his round, shiny cheeks. “What,” he began, dramatically and with great aplomb, “do you call a donkey with three legs?”
Patrica stood ramrod straight before him, chin in hand and a deep, worried frown creasing her forehead. She was thinking so hard it felt like steam was about to rise from the top of her head.
“Well?” the impatient Kai demanded. He twitched and squirmed with anticipation.
“I'm thinking.” Patricia said stiffly. This was one of the most important moments of her life and if she was to fail here she'd forever have to live with the shame.
“Well, don't think too long,” King Kai sternly reminded her. “Timing is essential in any joke, and if you let your audience's attention wander for even a moment it can have a disastrous effect on your punchline. When we get to the part of your training where you get to tell your own jokes, you must always make sure to – ”
“A wonky,” she interrupted.
He yelled wordlessly in triumph and shoved a plump finger underneath her nose. “Wrong!” He cackled.“It's a wonk … y … wonky … Wait.” His face sagged in defeat, as did most of his rotund body.
Patricia's serious expression melted away to be replaced by one of utter self-satisfaction. Her stance also changed from completely tensed to relaxed and at ease. “I think that means I win, Kai,” she said cockily and winked in his direction. “I got your joke, now you have to teach me how to fight.”
He turned away from her, grumbling irritably and sounding much more like a grumpy child than the supreme being that he was. She didn't manage to catch everything he said, but what she did hear made her grin toothily.
“ … damn humans … no manners … must have cheated … fine! Get ready for Bubbles, then … grumble, grumble ...”
The portly martial arts master appeared about ready to burst with the effort required to remain dignified. His face was red and tears were streaming freely down his round, shiny cheeks. “What,” he began, dramatically and with great aplomb, “do you call a donkey with three legs?”
Patrica stood ramrod straight before him, chin in hand and a deep, worried frown creasing her forehead. She was thinking so hard it felt like steam was about to rise from the top of her head.
“Well?” the impatient Kai demanded. He twitched and squirmed with anticipation.
“I'm thinking.” Patricia said stiffly. This was one of the most important moments of her life and if she was to fail here she'd forever have to live with the shame.
“Well, don't think too long,” King Kai sternly reminded her. “Timing is essential in any joke, and if you let your audience's attention wander for even a moment it can have a disastrous effect on your punchline. When we get to the part of your training where you get to tell your own jokes, you must always make sure to – ”
“A wonky,” she interrupted.
He yelled wordlessly in triumph and shoved a plump finger underneath her nose. “Wrong!” He cackled.“It's a wonk … y … wonky … Wait.” His face sagged in defeat, as did most of his rotund body.
Patricia's serious expression melted away to be replaced by one of utter self-satisfaction. Her stance also changed from completely tensed to relaxed and at ease. “I think that means I win, Kai,” she said cockily and winked in his direction. “I got your joke, now you have to teach me how to fight.”
He turned away from her, grumbling irritably and sounding much more like a grumpy child than the supreme being that he was. She didn't manage to catch everything he said, but what she did hear made her grin toothily.
“ … damn humans … no manners … must have cheated … fine! Get ready for Bubbles, then … grumble, grumble ...”