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[x] Name: Hope [x] Age: 22 [x] Contact Details { Messenger/E-Mail/PM }: stargurl_004@yahoo.com [x] How did you find us?: I made you.
B A S I C S
[x] Full Name: Spika Delanius Melios - Mistress of the DarkeSea. Captain of The Leviathan. Goddess of Sharks, Dolphins and Coral [x] Alias: Spike Melios. Captain Spike.
[x] True Age: Unknown. She was born when Greeks worshiped the Greek Pantheon. She is a little under six hundred years old. [x] Apparent Age: 24 [x] Ethnicity: Greek [x] Race/Species: Demi-Goddess. Sea Witch.
[x] Height: 5'-9" [x] Weight: 134 [x] Eyes: Like the sea, Spike's eyes are constantly changing, and never the same from one day to the next. A clear, calming sea foam green, to a wondrous, curious cerulean blue, to a bright, electric violet. When her powers are in use, her eyes turn into an onyx black, or a midnight blue.
[x] Hair: Spike's hair an almost white platinum blond, and curly, ending at her mid to upper back. Sometimes she'll put it up in a ponytail, but she likes to leave it down.
[x] Physical Description: ( Includes hair/eye color, height/weight, body structure, skintone. ): Apart from her startling, and sometimes maniacal eye color, Spike has a even, tanned skin tone, from spending days at sea, at the beach, surfing, and outside. She stands at her height, having grown an inch or two since she was last seen by her Brotherhood, and her body structure is as tight as ever. Keeping in shape and eating well has done this woman plenty of good. With a full figure, toned and full of curves, Spike is a beauty to behold. No longer do her eyes and mannerisms hold the innocence of a woman protected, but the agility and deadly grace of a Captain...
[x] Manner of Dress: Her attire would appear as if she just came from the beach, tight, boot cut jeans with a low rise. The ends are frayed, and there are usually holes in the knees. She wears various tank tops, and vintage t-shirts, and almost always she's wearing a black bikini top under it, you can tell because the tie is around, at the back of her neck, other times she won't wear a bra at all. She is usually wearing Converse sneakers, combat boots, or various skate shoes in bright colors, with belts to match. She is almost always wearing her Captain's Claw.
[x] Identifying Marks ( Scars/Tattoos ): Her tattoos, are another story. She has tattoos that travel along her stomach, hips, arms, and back. They are tribal in nature, they swirl along her skin like the waves of the ocean, they are midnight blue, and the wave-like tattoos lick at the back of her neck, just caressing the Brotherhood of Blood brand on the back of her neck, under her hairline. She has the word L E V I A T H A N tattooed on her lower back, with the midnight blue brands surrounding it. It's as if they made way for the tattoo, the title of her ship.
She has a scar, whitish that traces between her breasts, from protecting her adoptive father, Tyrus Daye from death.
[x] Sexual Preference: Heterosexual. [x] Marital Status: Single...Maybe Looking.
B O D Y
[x] Affiliation: Brotherhood of Blood [x] Weapons: Spike isn't much for weapons and violence at all. However, with Tyrus as her adopted father, she had to disregard this, especially when it came for Ty to teach her how to defend herself. Because of his teachings, Spike is a master swordsmen. Even when they are apart, Spike will take hours out of her day to train with a sword.
She doesn't care for guns, but she has shot them and is efficient in using one.
Tsunamii: A long sword, that is silver, and branded on each side with the same markings that grace Spike's flesh. She keeps the sword sheathed to her back, along her spine, for easy withdrawal and replacement.
[x] Personal Belongings: Her Crew. Her ship, The Leviathan.
M I N D
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[x] Personality: Strong, Silent, and Deadly...Spike is a whole different person from the young Sea Witch she was years ago. Her innocence has been snatched, and she had to become this creature in order to protect herself. On the surface, her soft voice is taunting, pulling in the weak like the Sirens. She hates the weak just as much as she hates the cowardly, she hates what she once was just as much.
She'll kill anyone that comes in between her Crew, her ship and her freedom, this sort of bloodthirsty action has never been seen in Spike, and those who haven't seen her in awhile, would probably be surprised. She dislikes complications and drama, and does away with both at the first sign. Underneath her hardened exterior, a trace of the 'Old Spike', still remains. She does enjoy spending time alone, or with her Crew. She loves books, modern, Earthen technology and she dedicates hours of her day to swimming and sword mastery.
[x] Habits: - Growls when angry. - Sucks teeth when agitated. - Chews on bottom lip when thinking or bored. - Sings to lull her enemies into a false sense of security, put them to sleep, or turn them on. - Tends to ignore the Voice of Reason, especially when taking a risk.
[x] Likes: - Sunbathing naked. - Singing. - Swimming. - Reading. - Surfing. - Drinking, Spiced Rum is her favorite... - Taking naps. - Killing. - Winning. - Destroying. - Old horror movies. - Loud music. - Noodles. - Rum.
[x] Dislikes: - Too much heat. - Dry air. - Humans. - Pollution. - Cowards. - Weakness - The past. - Her 'old' self. - Sushi.
[x] Strengths: As a Demi-Goddess, Spike can create and mutate sentient beings from sea creatures and maintain Sea Nymphs creatures from her own Oceanic energy. She can breath underwater, having a set of gills behind her ears, and can swim faster than most humans and sea creatures. She has the abilities of the fabled sirens, her singing voice lulling enemies into a false sense of security, putting them to sleep or even turning them on depending on Spike's intent.
She can also command water, and call it to her. Only if there is a body of water within a few miles of her, and not just salt water, either. If there is a half-empty glass of water nearby, Spike can turn it into gallons, a torrential wave to destroy her opponents. She can also use it to encase enemies, holding them within a black, water cocoon of sorts, until they have drowned to death, before this ability was untitled, the water unlike any seen before. She now knows this ability, this liquid, as DarkeSea.
[x] Weaknesses: Too much heat and time away from water can weaken and even kill Spike. Prolonged exposure to the midday sun weakens her abilities. The venom of Scorpionfish, and unclean air, and polluted water.
[x] Special Abilities: Super strength, speed and agility have always graced Spike's being. Coupled with training to be a Jack, has left her in peak physical condition. She can talk to most animals of the sea, usually preferring their company and the company of her Crew to that of anyone else.
[x] Talents ( Aside from the supernatural, what are you good at? ): Aside from being a good swimmer, and deadly with a sword, Spike plays a mean game of Chess. She is skilled in most forms of martial arts, but isn't a master of any. She prefers to mix styles when fighting hand-to-hand.
P A S T
[x] Known family: Tyrus Daye [ Adopted Father/Living ] Poseidon [ Father/Existence Questioned ] [x] Place of Birth: Athens, Greece [x] Work History: Once Jack for the Brotherhood, her retirement from the position before her disappearance, is perhaps a clue that Spike could have guessed what would happen. Her reappearance as Captain is a mystery to those who know of her.
[x] Brief History: Spike's history is a waste. She dislikes discussing it, and won't. This is perhaps, that her memory before disappearing is fragmented. She doesn't remember exactly who Tyrus is, however, his eyes...those golden pools, are what she sees when she dreams of her past.
After escaping Poseidon, literally destroying the underground chamber with the release of her powers and energy, she created her crew. A twenty manned crew of mutated sea creatures. Great White Sharks, Bottle Nosed Dolphins, Sea Snakes, Eels, Sea Turtles, and various human shaped coral reefs. Her ship was created from the very sea itself, it seems. called The Hydra, based on Greek mythology, the sea beast lives and breathes just like it's crew. She first made birth in oceans far away from the Island of Crossbones, plenty of Captains waiting to conquer the ex-Jack. She took care of them all, and made a name for herself, her reputation for destroying them, and leaving no trace of what once was preceded her, and perhaps let the Brotherhood know that Spike was back.
However, what sort of woman was this? Spike doesn't remember, and she isn't sure if she wants too.
O T H E R
[x] Favorite Quote: "The sea is the rightful owner of the world..." [x] Theme Song: No Mas Control - Roadrunner United [x] Motto to Live by: Shed the past like dead weight in shark infested waters.
[x] Quirks: N/A
T H E K E Y
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[x] Writing Sample: | QUOTE | It hurt...everything hurt. Why did it hurt? She thought, her thoughts fogged with pain and the venom of various aquatic animals. A soft whimper of pain escaped her chapped lips as she tried to open her eyes, but couldn't.
Where was her father? Where was Tyrus?...why wasn't he here?
Daddy....Daddy, please help.... she thought, hoping he would hear, hoping he would feel her. He had before, when she was in trouble and couldn't get out of it herself. Dad was always there, so why not now? Was he mad at her? Did he not want her anymore?
"Of course he doesn't want you anymore. You're my daughter, Spika. The child of the very thing Vigilants hate. None of them want you anymore...you were foolish to think he could save you...from your destiny." she couldn't turn her face to the voice, but she knew who it was. Poseidon. He had taken her here, away from everything...away from Tyrus. She was shivering, trembling as she felt his hands along her naked flesh.
Poseidon, though disappointed in Spika, was proud of the strength she had within her. She had survived death numerous times, and each time she'd come close, a bit of her true self had been unlocked unknowingly. Spike moved against the restraints, they felt like cool stone against her flesh, and Poseidon 'hmm'ed in dismay. More venom from the Scorpionfish would be in order. He injected her and she cried out softly from the pain and stilled, whimpers escaping from her mouth once more.
She wouldn't beg, but she hoped that he killed her soon. She would never get out of here, she would die here, she thought. Her body shuddered, as the temperature changed in the room. He was doing something to her insides. His hands began pulsing, with otherwordly energy and she felt it, the burning heat that had spindled itself within her soul. Her eyes snapped open, a deep onyx black, wide with pain and anguish, yet seeing nothing. Power pulsed through her, more power than Poseidon could contain. More than he anticipated, more than he was ready to control.
His plan was to use Spike's newfound abilities and bend them to his will, to destroy Tyrus and the Brotherhood. He hadn't known that her love of them would turn against him. He hadn't anticipated that she would turn it against him, and everything exploded in energy and Spike couldn't think anymore....
She awoke some time later. It could have been days, months for all she knew...the sand beneath her body was warmed by her, as she pushed herself up, coughing salt water out of her lungs. Pain wracked her body, and she could barely move...barely remember where she was, or who she was. She realized, that she couldn't see, she groaned, feeling hands lifting her, cradling her naked body gently. The water from the ocean at her back engulfed her, and she was taken aboard her unnamed ship.
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