Post by insania on Jun 7, 2009 16:51:33 GMT -5
CICADA ZELIA ANEVAY
♠Loud♠Spontaneous♠Crazy♠
♠Loud♠Spontaneous♠Crazy♠
BACK TO BASICS ' '
Full Name: Cicada Zelia Anevay
Significance of Name: Cicada—means “loud insect of the night.” Not only is her main deity insect-related, but she is loud-mouthed.
Zelia—means “zeal.” Refers to her deity’s enthusiasm and…well, zeal. She was eager to please, and eager to show off.
Anevay—means “superior.” Refers to her deity’s feeling of superior-ism.
Nickname(s): After many failed attempts at making a nickname for “Cicada,” the girl has simply given up. Sometimes people will call her Cici, but she isn’t particularly fond of it.
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Grade: Junior
Celeb you're using: Ellen Page
Deity: Arachne - Greek
STRIKE A POSE ' '
Physical Appearance: To Cicada, and almost all others, the girl is not much to look at. She’s extremely short, breaking the giant-wall ruler at 5’ 2”. She looks very childish, with a round face and a body comprised of soft curves. She does have muscle hiding there, but she doesn’t look very strong. She has straight, plain brown hair that she allows to fall past her shoulders. She has warm brown eyes that show almost all of her expressions, so she really is one of those people that you can tell if she’s lying by looking at her eyes. She has a cute nose, thin eyebrows, and full lips that she usually adds gloss too, and occasionally lipstick. She rarely wears makeup in general; in fact, she only really wears it for a special occasion or for something important. She isn’t vain at all, since she doesn’t really care what other people think about her.
Her skin color varies from tan-ish to dark tan, depending on how much time she spends in the sun. Once she starts talking, her whole face seems to smile, and she usually has an amused expression on her face, as if everything around her is funny. As said before, she isn’t vain at all; if she wanted to go exploring in a forest, she would go right in without abandon, and come back out with several new cuts from branches, her clothes torn, and her hair full of twigs. And she would walk around like that until she got tired of it. She isn’t super strong, but she isn’t weak either. Somewhere comfortably in the middle. She is fairly average looking, really. She knows that she looks a lot younger than she is, but she doesn’t mind.
As for her clothing…well, Cicada doesn’t really have a style, because she’ll wear whatever she wants. One day she’ll wear a T-shirt and jeans, the next she’ll be wearing a blouse and a floor-length skirt. She’s pretty modest and doesn’t dress super girly, but she likes to have fun with her clothes. She absolutely loves jewelry, but that probably comes more from a love of shiny things than actually wearing the jewelry. A lot of times, what she wears will have people saying, “What is that?” because she doesn’t usually bother with matching her clothes. Either that, or she’ll wear really bright clothes that practically blind you, usually custom painted by herself. Another little quirk is that she has a little obsession with socks. She always wears mismatched socks, and has done so since she was about 5. She doesn’t have a single pair of plain white socks; over the years she’s collected and extensive collection of socks that are bright and interesting, and they are her pride and joy. Though people still feel the need to point out that her socks don’t match.
LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '
Personality Description: Cicada is not a bad person. Really, she’s not. However, when she knows or feels she is good at something, the entire world must know. She’d want to shoot anybody who called her a braggart or referred to her as arrogant, though she really is. It is just her opinion that if you have a skill, others should appreciate it. This only applies to a real skill: people who show off and can’t do anything are lower than low in her book. She is loud and boisterous, but oddly enough, a loner. This is probably because most see her as crazy and weird; a girl who dresses in bright colors and chats amicably with anything about anything.
Cicada has an unhealthy fascination with all things arthropod. Despite the fact that she seems like an air head (and a particularly dim one, at that) she’s actually quite intelligent, often spending her free time reading or writing. However, she prefers to utilize her intelligence towards learning more about insects and arachnids, rather than her school work. She’s the kind of person who will be in the middle of a conversation, then suddenly freeze, eyes following a simple brown butterfly that crossed her path. She would most likely then start muttering everything she knew about said butterfly, including its scientific name, habitat, and everything else that nobody in their right mind would care about.
This girl is not that complicated, really. She’s loud, she’s weird, but she’s a generally nice person. She loves to use sarcasm, and employs what she calls ‘verbal abuse’ in arguments, since she could never actually beat somebody up. Though nobody would go so far as to call her witty, she is clever enough to run mental circles around many who have tried to get into arguments with her. Though she’s loud, she could take a secret to her grave. Though she doesn’t have a lot of friends, the few she has will be one of the most important things to her.
Cicada is extremely clumsy. She’s the kind of person who falls flat while walking on a flat surface. However, that doesn’t stop her from running around like a hyperactive maniac. She loves being spastic, and will in fact do things to purposely make her seem like even more of a weirdo than she normally is. However, there is one thing and one thing only she excels at, and that is cat’s cradle. I know, pretty lame skill. However, Cicada seems to have magical skills when it comes to string of any kind. She started when she was very young with a book, but has gone beyond such silly things. Now, she can take a long loop of string, and make almost anything: a picture, a moving device, anything. And this is mostly what Cicada will brag about.
Likes:
String
All things arthropod
Shiny things
Being different
Being weird
Saying random things
Reading
Drawing
Eating
Arguing
Talking to herself
Talking to animals/inanimate objects
Staring into space
Talking funny
Knowing secrets
Keeping secrets
Smart people
Being alone
Cold
Dark
Explosions
Being loud
Sweets
Having something to brag about
Dislikes:
Dogs
Gossip
Stupid people
People crying
Actually crying herself
Being forced to do stuff
Backing down from something
Giving up
People being arrogant when they can’t do anything
Large crowds
Consistent beeping
Sharp objects
Getting blamed
Being annoyed
Being talked down to
The annoying popular people
Having to deal with annoying/stupid people
Having to be quiet for extended periods of time
Strength: She doesn’t give a hoot about what people think. She considers this a strength, because she feels immune to peer pressure, and she’ll never change herself to please somebody. She also doesn’t mind being on her own.
Weaknesses: Her arrogance, and her denial of her arrogance. She’s the kind of person who could mouth herself into a situation, then find herself stuck.
Fears: Being bad at everything, and fire.
Goal: Goals, goals…Cicada is not what you call goal-oriented. I guess her main goal is just to make it through school, then become an entomologist in the world.
Power/Ability: Entomopathy—well, at least that’s what she calls it. There’s no actual name for it, so Cicada made one up. Basically, she can control insects and arachnids with her mind. See, insects are simple minded. She doesn’t quite tell them what to do, but she influences their mind so they suddenly decide that they want to do something, that just so happens to be what Cicada wants. She can also, essentially, meld her mind with theirs: see what they see, feel what they feel, etc. With insects that live in colonies, she can actually control/meld with the entire colony as one, since their brains work as one. She works best with spiders: they are the most intelligent and complex of what she can control, and can take the tiniest bit of initiative.
However, this is not nearly as simple as it may seem. Insects and arachnids are not the brightest bulbs in the box. For example, if she sent a fly to go spy on somebody, then left it alone, it would sit on the wall and simply die there, because she never told it to come back. They can’t take initiative for themselves once she starts controlling them, so she has to control them with deadly precision. Added to that that, if she’s connected to them, she feels what they feel, if she was controlling a spider and somebody stepped on it, it would actually hurt her. She sometimes has to use her hands to control the movements of the creatures, or at least that makes it easier. She practices faithfully every day, honing her control. She’s working on controlling different species of insects at the same time, but it’s difficult.
WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '
Origin: Born in Greece; half Greek, half British
History: Now you may be asking yourself ‘who on earth names their kid Cicada?’ Apparently Anastasia and Logan Anevay do. Well, mostly Anastasia. Sadly, Cicada’s name was the result of an argument between the new parents. Logan had wanted to give their daughter a simple name, like Megan or Katie. Anastasia was coming up with names like Kineta. She began to shout, saying that Logan didn’t want their child to have a Greek name. Logan finally shouted back that he would give his daughter whatever Greek name he wanted, and pulled out the Greek baby name book Anastasia had bought when she had found out she was pregnant. He opened it to a random page, pointed to a name, and groaned. His finger had landed on the name Cicada. However, he refused to back down before his wife, and so Cicada was named.
From an early age, Cicada was obsessed with two things: string, and insects. Her mother would often find her entangled in some sort of yarn or thread, gurgling happily as she attempted to extricate herself. She would also be found staring pointedly at insects, watching them walk or fly about, waving their little antennae. Though this was not normal behavior, Anastasia and Logan took it into stride. They loved their daughter, no matter what.
Cicada grew up, becoming the strange person that she is today. When she was around eight, she found out she could control insects and spiders. She considered telling her parents, but decided against it. Not only did they both hate creepy crawlies, but she felt like they would hate her if they found out what she could do. So she practiced in secret, whenever she could: sending a line of ants completely askew, telling a dragonfly to bring her a stone, things like that. She also continued to practice her cat’s cradle, becoming ever better and better.
When she got to middle school, she found there was another girl equally good, or even better at cat’s cradle: Josefina. Her first day of school, Cicada wandered upon Josefina deftly working seven brightly colored pieces of yarn between her hands, creating a picture as elaborate as a stained glass window. Cicada felt (oddly enough) shame that somebody was so much better than her. So she decided to practice.
For a year and a half, Cicada practiced working with string, along with refining her powers with insects. Finally, she felt she was ready. She challenged Josefina to a cat’s cradle match. Josefina created a beautiful picture of a horse running; when she had two friends pull on certain strings, the legs seemed to move. Cicada created a praying mantis, front legs quavering as it decided what to stalk. They had called together a jury of sorts, made of other students. They seemed to be favoring Cicada’s art, and she felt a glow of pride and superiority. She gave Josefina a smirk, which seemed to be the last straw.
Nobody knows who gave her the scissors, but suddenly Cicada’s work fell apart, sheared through the middle by the ‘big kid scissors’ the teachers still didn’t think they were mature enough for. Furious, Cicada called on a colony of bees to attack the girl, before jumping to attack her herself. Josefina went to the hospital for too many bee stings, and Cicada was expelled.
Cicada’s parents frantically sent letters out to other middle schools, but nobody would take her. She had to be homeschool for the remainder of eighth grade, then was accepted to Pantheon for freshman year. Wary of why they would want her, Cicada went to meet with a supervisor. They told her that they had found out about her, and that she was a reincarnation of Arachne, an arrogant weaver condemned to live her life as a spider. Cicada was excited, but requested one thing: her parents don’t find out about her powers. Perplexed, the supervisor agreed. Her parents think she’s going to a prep school for normal people.
CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '
Both names refer to insects (‘Arachne’ is the root of the word arachnid, or spider, and a cicada is a type of insect)
Both are proud and determined to the point of bull-headedness
Neither would ever be willing to accept defeat.
Both were exiled for their arrogance in a contest
Both have a skill with something with string
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '
Cicada lay on her stomach in the grass, her hands outstretched in front of her. She giggled, quite proud of herself. She had lain down in the path of an ant trail and, after some difficulties, convinced them to change their course. They now marched around her, like a chalk outline. She even managed to control them to outline her fingers, only half a centimeter away from her skin. Her parents wouldn’t be home for half an hour at least; she had time to practice.
Suddenly, Cicada decided to mind-meld with the creatures. She closed her eyes, feeling her mind slip away from her. She became an ant, one of the ones that was by her head. Suddenly, she felt jittery, but powerful. She was carrying something on her head; her antennae told her it was food. She could feel rhythmic gusts of wind: her gentle inhaling and exhaling. She could see…sort of. Her vision was dark and blurry, everything broken up into many different jagged pictures. Cicada was used to this by now; ants mostly used smell to get around.
Suddenly, she felt the ground shake beneath her six legs, like thunder. Confused, she started to pull out of the ant’s mind. However, she wasn’t quick enough. She gave out a cry of pain (from her human mouth; she was back in her body), losing her concentration over the ants. They scattered in a panic…except for one. She looked up in the face of Anna, one of the little kids who lived down the block from her. She had stepped on the ant she had been melded with, sending pain searing through her bones.
“What did you do that for!” Cicada shouted, leaping to her feet. Anna looked at her oddly. “Who cares? Justa bug,” she scoffed in reply. She continued on her way; Cicada shooting death glares at her. She sighed, rubbing her head. Her concentration was broken, she just as well go back inside.
BEHIND THE SCENE ' '
Your name: Jazz
Age: 16
How long have you been RPing? About a year and a half
Where/How did you find us? Advertisement somewhere…sorry, I can’t remember
