Post by Maria Estrella on Jul 21, 2010 14:17:49 GMT -5
Name: Maria Estrella
Country of Origin: Mexico
Gender Female
Age: 26
Height: 5'2
Weight: 105
Appearance:
Maria has brown hair that falls down in gentle curls and waves, but she mostly keeps it pinned up. If let out, it comes to the middle of her back. The clothing she wears is, at best, revealing. She doesn't like covering up, claiming she is always hot, causing her skin to become quite tan with all the sun she gets. Her eyes are brown and she often thinks she is 'dull looking'. She loves flashy colors, like red and gold, but finds browns and darker colors to be more practical. If she can find one, Maria will usually have a flower of some sort in her hair, but she'll take it out if she thinks it'll get ruined. She is quite short, at five two, and if you make a comment on her height, be prepared to have a feisty chica on your hands.
Crew member of: The Metall Podsolnuh
Status: Head Cook!
Pet: ---
Crest: ---
Personality: Maria is a feisty young woman who will smile and greet you with the best intentions as soon as pull a gun out and blast your brains into oblivion. Her moods may change, but mostly you'll find a laid back girl who just wants to have fun. You can find her mostly basking in the sun with a sombrero covering her head and a very small top to soak up all the rays she can. Maria considers herself an 'average' woman, and with brown hair and eyes, nothing is really remarkable about her looks. But she makes up for it with spice. You even try to comment on her height, and she'll drag you down to her level and ask you to kindly shut your mouth.
If you get to know her better, she'll start to drag you along for wild rides. Her friends are like family to her, and Maria will insist you relax and enjoy life. Even though she tries to hide it, she has a strong maternal instinct, which means she'll as soon as dare you to walk a tightrope as swear it's too chilly for you to go outside without a coat. If you ever need a warm bed and a helping of hot food (both in heat, and flavor), Maria is always willing to be a hospitable hostess. Even if she claims the domestic life isn't for her, Maria's mother taught her everything a housewife needs to know. But for her, adventure is the best thing in the world. She wants to travel until she dies, and never wants to go back to a dull and boring life.
History: Maria Estrella grew up in a large Mexican family. Her father was very loving and her mother was very bossy. Her father owned a corn crop which they all worked hard on. Over the years, her father taught her and her siblings the history of Mexico. She thrived off hearing these tales, begging her father to teach her more. Over time, he taught her the ancient tales of Mexico. The Aztecs, the Mayans, their gods and their ways. Maria always felt a deep connection to the ancient people of the land and to all the history. With the way her father told the stories, she developed a hatred for Spain. How dare he just come in here and ruin everything with smallpox and conquistadors?! It was then she decided if she ever met a true Spanish man, she'd punch him in the mouth. At night, she had vivid dreams, wisps of the past darting through her memory. Things she had never heard of were known to her, and she felt at peace with these memories of a forgotten time.
Maria was surrounded by boys. She had three older brothers, two younger ones, and all their friends from the neighboring fields. All together, she knew three girls and three women. But to her, the boys were exciting. They would have adventures in the nearby river and play all day on the free days. When she first tried playing with them, they told her a girl couldn't be with the boys. But she kept trying until the finally accepted her. After that, she was one of the gang. Maria liked to roughhouse and play games like 'Who can spit the farthest' and 'Who can lift the most'. She loved to race because she almost always won. When her mother managed to pull her away from the boys, she taught Maria sewing and cooking and cleaning, everything a housewife needs to know. She learned it, grudgingly, and made her mother happy.
As Maria grew, her father began to worry. What would happen to his daughter who was such a tomboy? Would she ever get married? He decided to start looking for eligible bachelors and get a wedding started. That's where Maria drew the line. She told her father she loved him, but she was going to strike it out on her own. So she moved into the city, leaving the rural life behind her. The first thing she had to do was get a job, and that was how she started as a cook at a new restaurant that had opened. She saved up her money to buy maps of the world, books on all subjects, and legends from near and far. It was a few months into her job that she saw an airship up close. Instead of that usual speck in the sky she associated with airships, here was this huge hunk of metal and machinery that somehow managed to fly. She was reminded of the old legend, Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent. In her heart, she knew she wanted to fly one, or at least ride one someday. She started visiting the pirate ports, looking for a crew that might want to take her on, or even an abandoned airship that she might claim as her own.
Allegiance: Sky Pirate
How They Died: The scream of jets filled the air as the Aztec Eagles engaged in a dogfight with the Japanese pilots over the Pacific. The constant sound of gunfire and the occasional whistle of a missile was background noise to the pilots, including one Maria Estrella. Why was the incarnation of Mexico flying high with her country's air force? Because she had snuck out, disregarding what her president had said about her safety, and gladly joined her people in the fight against the Axis powers.
She wasn't about to let her people fight without her.
"Malditos Japs!" She heard over the radio and laughed.
"No utilizar la jerga de los gringos Pablo. Suenas como un idiota." Maria replied into the headset, pulling left to follow a fighter as she let out another round. She head a grumble in reply and a laugh from some one else. It was amazing how they could still have a good time when their lives were in danger.
So sooner had the thought formed in her mind when she saw the plane she followed had led her into a trap. Another one of the Japanese fighters was coming at them fast as her bogie took a deep dive.
"¡Mierda!" She cried, trying to pull away, but the missile had been launched, followed closely by some rounds of ammo, and both were too close to avoid. The missile hit under her wing and she felt the entire vibration of the ship as she head hit the windshield. Maria let out a loud cry as pain racked her body. At least she was wearing a helmet, or else her brains would have splattered everywhere. As it was, she felt nauseous and dizzy. She could hear voices in her ears, the radio still working as her fellow pilots called to her, trying to get her to respond, to pull up. She felt the plane spinning out of control, but could barely concentrate on doing anything. She felt the impact as her plane hit the water, the roar of water filling her ears as the water crashed around her.
Maria let out a soft groan and muttered to herself, trying to pull herself up to get out. Her whole body was in shock and it shook as she tried to move. Vaguely she noticed she could smell the salt of the ocean. She could still get out and... what? Land was miles away. She looked down at her body to asses the damage and was surprised to see blood. A weak chuckle escaped her and she looked at the windshield again. A few holes were scattered on the glass, creating intricate spider webs where the bullets had managed to pass through at close range.
She tilted her head back to look at the sky, where the dog fight was still going on. She heard their commander still at home base screaming for her to answer. "Mis amigos... ¿Puedes oírme?" She tried, but got no answer. The microphone had been smashed when her head hit the windshield. She noticed that the water was slowly rising, but wasn't all that surprised. Planes were meant to fly, not float. She always had loved flying with the Aztec eagles. She had joking nicknamed her jet Quetzalcoatl, which had gotten a laugh from the others. Maria remembered the first thrill of flight, the way it made her feel free and joyful.
The water started to drip in from the holes as she found herself recounting old times. Her life didn't flash before her eyes, it was just like watching a movie of her strongest memories. Her fights, her laughs, her friends, her enemies. She found herself chuckling, her hands coming together to pray.
"Dios, por favor mirar por mi gente y mi tierra, mis amigos y familia. Deje que los males de este mundo desaparecen .... y proteger a las águilas, vamos ni uno más de ellos caen..." She asked, bowing her head softly. "Y me reciba en sus brazos. Amen." She finished, crossing herself. Then she remembered the old gods, and asked for their protection as well, offering her own spilt blood as a sacrifice. Maria knew she couldn't survive this, and resigned herself to her fate as the water rose. She listened to her friends pray for her and before she let the darkness take her, she remembered one thing. She had heard rumors that other nations were dying. On the battlefield, just like herself. "Voy a unirme a ellos." She said quietly, letting the blood loss and concussion lull her to sleep as she felt the water rise even higher.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow
Country of Origin: Mexico
Gender Female
Age: 26
Height: 5'2
Weight: 105
Appearance:
Maria has brown hair that falls down in gentle curls and waves, but she mostly keeps it pinned up. If let out, it comes to the middle of her back. The clothing she wears is, at best, revealing. She doesn't like covering up, claiming she is always hot, causing her skin to become quite tan with all the sun she gets. Her eyes are brown and she often thinks she is 'dull looking'. She loves flashy colors, like red and gold, but finds browns and darker colors to be more practical. If she can find one, Maria will usually have a flower of some sort in her hair, but she'll take it out if she thinks it'll get ruined. She is quite short, at five two, and if you make a comment on her height, be prepared to have a feisty chica on your hands.
Crew member of: The Metall Podsolnuh
Status: Head Cook!
Pet: ---
Crest: ---
Personality: Maria is a feisty young woman who will smile and greet you with the best intentions as soon as pull a gun out and blast your brains into oblivion. Her moods may change, but mostly you'll find a laid back girl who just wants to have fun. You can find her mostly basking in the sun with a sombrero covering her head and a very small top to soak up all the rays she can. Maria considers herself an 'average' woman, and with brown hair and eyes, nothing is really remarkable about her looks. But she makes up for it with spice. You even try to comment on her height, and she'll drag you down to her level and ask you to kindly shut your mouth.
If you get to know her better, she'll start to drag you along for wild rides. Her friends are like family to her, and Maria will insist you relax and enjoy life. Even though she tries to hide it, she has a strong maternal instinct, which means she'll as soon as dare you to walk a tightrope as swear it's too chilly for you to go outside without a coat. If you ever need a warm bed and a helping of hot food (both in heat, and flavor), Maria is always willing to be a hospitable hostess. Even if she claims the domestic life isn't for her, Maria's mother taught her everything a housewife needs to know. But for her, adventure is the best thing in the world. She wants to travel until she dies, and never wants to go back to a dull and boring life.
History: Maria Estrella grew up in a large Mexican family. Her father was very loving and her mother was very bossy. Her father owned a corn crop which they all worked hard on. Over the years, her father taught her and her siblings the history of Mexico. She thrived off hearing these tales, begging her father to teach her more. Over time, he taught her the ancient tales of Mexico. The Aztecs, the Mayans, their gods and their ways. Maria always felt a deep connection to the ancient people of the land and to all the history. With the way her father told the stories, she developed a hatred for Spain. How dare he just come in here and ruin everything with smallpox and conquistadors?! It was then she decided if she ever met a true Spanish man, she'd punch him in the mouth. At night, she had vivid dreams, wisps of the past darting through her memory. Things she had never heard of were known to her, and she felt at peace with these memories of a forgotten time.
Maria was surrounded by boys. She had three older brothers, two younger ones, and all their friends from the neighboring fields. All together, she knew three girls and three women. But to her, the boys were exciting. They would have adventures in the nearby river and play all day on the free days. When she first tried playing with them, they told her a girl couldn't be with the boys. But she kept trying until the finally accepted her. After that, she was one of the gang. Maria liked to roughhouse and play games like 'Who can spit the farthest' and 'Who can lift the most'. She loved to race because she almost always won. When her mother managed to pull her away from the boys, she taught Maria sewing and cooking and cleaning, everything a housewife needs to know. She learned it, grudgingly, and made her mother happy.
As Maria grew, her father began to worry. What would happen to his daughter who was such a tomboy? Would she ever get married? He decided to start looking for eligible bachelors and get a wedding started. That's where Maria drew the line. She told her father she loved him, but she was going to strike it out on her own. So she moved into the city, leaving the rural life behind her. The first thing she had to do was get a job, and that was how she started as a cook at a new restaurant that had opened. She saved up her money to buy maps of the world, books on all subjects, and legends from near and far. It was a few months into her job that she saw an airship up close. Instead of that usual speck in the sky she associated with airships, here was this huge hunk of metal and machinery that somehow managed to fly. She was reminded of the old legend, Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent. In her heart, she knew she wanted to fly one, or at least ride one someday. She started visiting the pirate ports, looking for a crew that might want to take her on, or even an abandoned airship that she might claim as her own.
Allegiance: Sky Pirate
How They Died: The scream of jets filled the air as the Aztec Eagles engaged in a dogfight with the Japanese pilots over the Pacific. The constant sound of gunfire and the occasional whistle of a missile was background noise to the pilots, including one Maria Estrella. Why was the incarnation of Mexico flying high with her country's air force? Because she had snuck out, disregarding what her president had said about her safety, and gladly joined her people in the fight against the Axis powers.
She wasn't about to let her people fight without her.
"Malditos Japs!" She heard over the radio and laughed.
"No utilizar la jerga de los gringos Pablo. Suenas como un idiota." Maria replied into the headset, pulling left to follow a fighter as she let out another round. She head a grumble in reply and a laugh from some one else. It was amazing how they could still have a good time when their lives were in danger.
So sooner had the thought formed in her mind when she saw the plane she followed had led her into a trap. Another one of the Japanese fighters was coming at them fast as her bogie took a deep dive.
"¡Mierda!" She cried, trying to pull away, but the missile had been launched, followed closely by some rounds of ammo, and both were too close to avoid. The missile hit under her wing and she felt the entire vibration of the ship as she head hit the windshield. Maria let out a loud cry as pain racked her body. At least she was wearing a helmet, or else her brains would have splattered everywhere. As it was, she felt nauseous and dizzy. She could hear voices in her ears, the radio still working as her fellow pilots called to her, trying to get her to respond, to pull up. She felt the plane spinning out of control, but could barely concentrate on doing anything. She felt the impact as her plane hit the water, the roar of water filling her ears as the water crashed around her.
Maria let out a soft groan and muttered to herself, trying to pull herself up to get out. Her whole body was in shock and it shook as she tried to move. Vaguely she noticed she could smell the salt of the ocean. She could still get out and... what? Land was miles away. She looked down at her body to asses the damage and was surprised to see blood. A weak chuckle escaped her and she looked at the windshield again. A few holes were scattered on the glass, creating intricate spider webs where the bullets had managed to pass through at close range.
She tilted her head back to look at the sky, where the dog fight was still going on. She heard their commander still at home base screaming for her to answer. "Mis amigos... ¿Puedes oírme?" She tried, but got no answer. The microphone had been smashed when her head hit the windshield. She noticed that the water was slowly rising, but wasn't all that surprised. Planes were meant to fly, not float. She always had loved flying with the Aztec eagles. She had joking nicknamed her jet Quetzalcoatl, which had gotten a laugh from the others. Maria remembered the first thrill of flight, the way it made her feel free and joyful.
The water started to drip in from the holes as she found herself recounting old times. Her life didn't flash before her eyes, it was just like watching a movie of her strongest memories. Her fights, her laughs, her friends, her enemies. She found herself chuckling, her hands coming together to pray.
"Dios, por favor mirar por mi gente y mi tierra, mis amigos y familia. Deje que los males de este mundo desaparecen .... y proteger a las águilas, vamos ni uno más de ellos caen..." She asked, bowing her head softly. "Y me reciba en sus brazos. Amen." She finished, crossing herself. Then she remembered the old gods, and asked for their protection as well, offering her own spilt blood as a sacrifice. Maria knew she couldn't survive this, and resigned herself to her fate as the water rose. She listened to her friends pray for her and before she let the darkness take her, she remembered one thing. She had heard rumors that other nations were dying. On the battlefield, just like herself. "Voy a unirme a ellos." She said quietly, letting the blood loss and concussion lull her to sleep as she felt the water rise even higher.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow
