Post by joanofcascadia on Apr 6, 2013 14:25:55 GMT -5
Character Information: (In Character)
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Joan of Cascadia
HEIGHT & WEIGHT
5'8 - 147lbs
BORN:
November 5th, 1990
HOMETOWN:
The Pacific Northwest
ALIGNMENT:
Heel with a small cult like following of supporters who call themselves the Cascadian Ultras.
GIMMICK:
Joan of Cascadia is a fiercely unconventional and darkly kooky anti heroine who believes in the independence of the Cascadian region. The troubled youth was highly introverted, asocial, had a difficulty connecting to people, and making friends. This was all before her new found faith in the righteousness of her own beliefs. Her eccentric clothing are in part, an armor that keeps her isolated from the rest of the world. Haunted by the memories of her childhood, Joan of Cascadia has been known to lash out at her opponents in and out of the ring as if they were the culprit responsible. She particular hates the 'diva' - types that masquerade as wrestlers. Joan of Cascadia strength, confidence, and toughness make her sexy... not her exposed skin. She is anti-government, anti-racist, anti-fascist, anti-homophobic, anti-sexist and anti-you.
CHARACTER PICBASE:
Christina Von Eerie
HEIGHT & WEIGHT
5'8 - 147lbs
BORN:
November 5th, 1990
HOMETOWN:
The Pacific Northwest
ALIGNMENT:
Heel with a small cult like following of supporters who call themselves the Cascadian Ultras.
GIMMICK:
Joan of Cascadia is a fiercely unconventional and darkly kooky anti heroine who believes in the independence of the Cascadian region. The troubled youth was highly introverted, asocial, had a difficulty connecting to people, and making friends. This was all before her new found faith in the righteousness of her own beliefs. Her eccentric clothing are in part, an armor that keeps her isolated from the rest of the world. Haunted by the memories of her childhood, Joan of Cascadia has been known to lash out at her opponents in and out of the ring as if they were the culprit responsible. She particular hates the 'diva' - types that masquerade as wrestlers. Joan of Cascadia strength, confidence, and toughness make her sexy... not her exposed skin. She is anti-government, anti-racist, anti-fascist, anti-homophobic, anti-sexist and anti-you.
CHARACTER PICBASE:
Christina Von Eerie
WRESTLING ENTRANCE:
Tepid was the crowd, halfheartedly paying attention to the poetry in motion of a quality wrestling promotion. With little enthusiasm timidly blanketing their face, some of their grubby little fingers reached down to grab another handful of salty bliss, veneered in a pale yellow buttery substance and masquerading as popcorn.
The lights lowered as the fog machines clicked on.
The soulful guitar rifts of "Renegade" by Hed (P.E.) serenaded the earlobes of the masses in attendance. Moments later the bass line whined in a little late to the party but in perfect harmony with the melody. Soon after the drums followed and like war drums they banged against their kettles with bard-like precision that advanced an army for assault. No army would appear this night though; just Joan of Cascadia and all of her infinite (or lack thereof) glory.
Internally bellowing her from own ambition, Joan of Cascadia emerged from the obsidian curtains like Athena upon a battlefield, reckless and unafraid for she and she alone was the goddess of war despite what the booing congregation of fans in the arena thought.
The harmonic undertones of Hed (P.E.)'s greatness cultivated MHz of the speakers, serving the now ignited senses of the crowd with bloodcurdling emotion, sorrowful rifts, and mixture of expressions that could only be described as a vocalized Molotov cocktail, or in simple laments terms ; Joan.
An indefinite interval of time passed as Joan of Cascadia glowered back behind her black eyeliner with a look that did anything but demonstrate warm feelings. She didn’t care one iota of how they judged her, what they thought of her ripped leather pants, the multitude of studded belts or her harbinger of death appearance. The Roman crowd never dictated the outcome of gladiators dueling and they wouldn’t start tonight. This night - belonged to her.
Joan of Cascadia trotted down towards squared circle. If anyone reached out to touch her, she promptly avoided their glancing blows and turned around with the intent to burn searing holes through their persona with her eyes. As the sun rises in the morning and the moon falls at night ; they fell back into their seat, awaiting to rise at another time when confidence found them once more.
Upon reaching the ring, Joan of Cascadia glanced back again to her 3:00 and 9:00 before climbing up on the platform and standing upon the second turnbuckle that was suspended in motion.
For an instant her expression seemed hostile with enough mal-intent to send a bone jarring shiver down one’s spine and neurons in the onlooker’s brain that said, “Retreat! Retreat”! But just as instantly as it came ; it vanished and one had to ask him or herself if they imagined that expression the entire time and perhaps their imagination was running away with them.
ENTRANCE MUSIC:
"Renegade" by Hed(P.E.)
FIGHTING STYLE:
Reckless Abandonment
REGULAR MOVES:
Backpack Stunner
Running Headbutt
Inverted Lungblower
Corner/Springboard Body Splash
Yakuza Kick
Flipping Seated Senton
Shining Axe Kick
Jumping Rolling Elbow
Diving Double Stomp
SIGNATURE MOVES:
Poisoned Frankensteiner
Running Hip Attack
Strong Style Lariat
Rolling Thunder
Cattle Mutilation
FINISHING MOVE:
¡No Pasarán! - Modified Strong Style Powerbomb also known as "The Fuckin' Bomb"
Tepid was the crowd, halfheartedly paying attention to the poetry in motion of a quality wrestling promotion. With little enthusiasm timidly blanketing their face, some of their grubby little fingers reached down to grab another handful of salty bliss, veneered in a pale yellow buttery substance and masquerading as popcorn.
The lights lowered as the fog machines clicked on.
The soulful guitar rifts of "Renegade" by Hed (P.E.) serenaded the earlobes of the masses in attendance. Moments later the bass line whined in a little late to the party but in perfect harmony with the melody. Soon after the drums followed and like war drums they banged against their kettles with bard-like precision that advanced an army for assault. No army would appear this night though; just Joan of Cascadia and all of her infinite (or lack thereof) glory.
Internally bellowing her from own ambition, Joan of Cascadia emerged from the obsidian curtains like Athena upon a battlefield, reckless and unafraid for she and she alone was the goddess of war despite what the booing congregation of fans in the arena thought.
The harmonic undertones of Hed (P.E.)'s greatness cultivated MHz of the speakers, serving the now ignited senses of the crowd with bloodcurdling emotion, sorrowful rifts, and mixture of expressions that could only be described as a vocalized Molotov cocktail, or in simple laments terms ; Joan.
An indefinite interval of time passed as Joan of Cascadia glowered back behind her black eyeliner with a look that did anything but demonstrate warm feelings. She didn’t care one iota of how they judged her, what they thought of her ripped leather pants, the multitude of studded belts or her harbinger of death appearance. The Roman crowd never dictated the outcome of gladiators dueling and they wouldn’t start tonight. This night - belonged to her.
Joan of Cascadia trotted down towards squared circle. If anyone reached out to touch her, she promptly avoided their glancing blows and turned around with the intent to burn searing holes through their persona with her eyes. As the sun rises in the morning and the moon falls at night ; they fell back into their seat, awaiting to rise at another time when confidence found them once more.
Upon reaching the ring, Joan of Cascadia glanced back again to her 3:00 and 9:00 before climbing up on the platform and standing upon the second turnbuckle that was suspended in motion.
For an instant her expression seemed hostile with enough mal-intent to send a bone jarring shiver down one’s spine and neurons in the onlooker’s brain that said, “Retreat! Retreat”! But just as instantly as it came ; it vanished and one had to ask him or herself if they imagined that expression the entire time and perhaps their imagination was running away with them.
ENTRANCE MUSIC:
"Renegade" by Hed(P.E.)
FIGHTING STYLE:
Reckless Abandonment
REGULAR MOVES:
Backpack Stunner
Running Headbutt
Inverted Lungblower
Corner/Springboard Body Splash
Yakuza Kick
Flipping Seated Senton
Shining Axe Kick
Jumping Rolling Elbow
Diving Double Stomp
SIGNATURE MOVES:
Poisoned Frankensteiner
Running Hip Attack
Strong Style Lariat
Rolling Thunder
Cattle Mutilation
FINISHING MOVE:
¡No Pasarán! - Modified Strong Style Powerbomb also known as "The Fuckin' Bomb"
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