Post by Stella Rosenberg on May 16, 2008 3:44:51 GMT 1
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Name: Irene Stella Rosenberg (Goes by Stella)
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: All American except for a little trace of Chinese from her grandmother
Attended School: Hircine
Age: 16 (Sophomore)
Weight: 115 lbs
Height: 5'4"
Appearance:
Body: Stella is very slim. However, she has muscles that, in some cases, almost look invisible because she looks like she's got nothing. Her legs are rather longer to proportions. Her waist isn't the curviest thing on the planet, but at least she doesn't look like a twig. Her face is smooth with good complexion and her skin tone is a bit like a summer glow, but every faint. Her lips are naturally this light pink
Cosmetic: Tank tops. Tank tops tank tops tank tops. And camisoles. Lots of them too, in every color available to man kind. Or rather, woman kind… Stella likes tank tops. Also, she tends to only wear jeans that hit the ground and are a bit torn near the bottom. Her shoes switch from flip flops that match her top, or some black Converse sneakers. Every once in a while, she'll feel like wearing a pimp hat.
Eye color: brown
Hair: a burgundy or purple-ish color, which ever fits your desires. Obviously, her natural color isn't burgundy, but it is blonde. She felt that dying the top of her head burgundy and making the tips blonde would be cool, so that's what she did
Habits: Stella always plays with her hair. If she's angry, she might be messing it up in the back, or scratching her head. If she's bored, she'll take her bangs, and smooth it out with her fingertips to the point of it feeling like silk in her hands. If she's happy, she's flipping her hair to one side of her neck to the other ever so often.
Other Information
Personality: Stella is really reserved. She doesn’t speak out much and she always lets the other person speak before her. Now, if it's on a topic that needs screaming, she'll scream or at least sound very authoritative.
Hobbies: swimming, drinking coffee, reading, playing violin
Extracurricular: Stella is in nothing. As part of her rebellion (read history) she wanted to not be in anything
Important Details
History: Stella lived in a very, very, very… "Rules are rules and you'd better follow them" world. Her world revolved around manners. Her neighborhood had weekly dinners/tea parties. The schools the kids attended involved learning how to be lady like and gentleman like. It was as if it were the village of the Stepford Wives.
However, the corporal punishment system didn't miss Stella's world, not at all. In fact, the teachers there liked it so much. It was the reason why many kids acted so well. In her world, the only way you were gonna live there was if you were rich. Therefore, rich, snobby kids hate being punished. With the painful punishments scaring them away successfully (girls hating bruises on their perfect skin, boys growing too wimpy for their own good… etc.), the teachers really never had to do anything.
Stella was a different matter. She seemed to be the black sheep of everyone. Her family was very respected since her father owned the largest grocery mart in her neighborhood (Rose Mart… dumb, huh?). Her mother was practically loved by everyone because of her rich husband. Stella, was the black sheep.
She wasn't always that way. When she was very little, around age 5, she loved getting every toy she ever dreamed of. Her house was a large mansion with a huge play house all to herself and her little snotty friends. She dreamed of being the prettiest princess in all the land. Her fantasy world fit in with her own little world of perfect people.
When the corporal system kicked in her school, she didn't believe it. Stella's school was already well behaved, so she only thought it was a rumor. Her first time seeing it in action was when she was 12 years old. A kid in her math class didn't do all of his homework. That was an event for the students to not do their homework because majority of the parents were sticklers for their children to study for at least 3 hours. The math teacher was not happy, and, almost with glee, they took the student to the front of the room. A desk was pulled up and the kid's hands were placed faced down on the desk. Then, a skinny little stick was taken out, and hit the kid's hands. He screamed from the pain. A normal person who wasn't spoiled would think that 10 licks was bad. However, this was the land of the rich and baby-ish families. Stella didn't understand why kids had to be punished so severely. She thought it was unfair. So it was one mistake. What was the big deal?
Her way of rebellion was simple: silently do things that teachers hate. She did everything she thought was naughty from leaving a tack on the teacher's chair to stealing someone's lunch. Sure, most would think that was nothing. But, she was punished. 10 licks to her hand. As time went on, nothing changed.
Stella knew she had to do more. It was hard to make a big enough rebellion because most of the kids didn't want to get hurt. Unfortunately, she understood, but still pressured many to do it. Only one or two joined her. Her tactics then went a little harsher. Trading someone's milk with glue (if she had the time), dropping a water balloon on someone's head from a high room to the ground, and other silly methods. Still, nothing got results. Eventually, from doing so many attempts and getting licks, her hands became tough and nearly immune to the pain. She noticed how tough her hands had evolved, and she thought of a new idea: a school fight.
By this time, she had entered high school. She had done a few changes to her appearance to creep teachers out. She dyed her hair, and outside of school she dressed not so lady like (the school wore uniforms, but most the school, students and teachers, knew each other outside because it was just one exclusive neighborhood). The normal person in there would wear a dress or some fancy thing. She would wear jeans and a tank top. Her attitude didn't fit others because she chose to slouch some while those around her had perfect posture and she wouldn't smile or talk about shopping. Her style of music changed from very easy going to hard rock and some metal, eventually some rap. She was no longer the daughter of a respected man. No one saw her that way anymore. Stella was the black sheep in a field of fluffy white ones. Everyone was scared of her. Of course, it was nothing to brag about. Seeing a girl in pants was scary, even if they were fancy.
Without her dad knowing, she had gotten a punching bag and some dumbbells. Being the rich child she was, she had her own credit card and her parents never bothered looking at her purchases until much later. With the punching bag, she trained her hands and arms to be tough, quick, and powerful. She was very weak in the beginning, when she first found her hands were finally immune to a stick. But after several years, she became strong enough. She actually grew muscles. Her arms could feel firmer, she could manage to punch in the air while holding 30 lbs dumbbells. It may sound strange and irregular for a small girl to do it, but she managed. However, the 30 lbs was when she was at the top of her game. The heaviest she could do with ease was around 22-25 lbs. But still, she worked out in other areas. Her stomach was almost as tough as a rock, only squishier, but still firm. Stella ran around the house (it was almost like an indoor track with the size of the house) and although she never quite could figure out how to run fast, she conditioned herself to hold out her endurance for a long time. Plus, for the fun of it, she bought a few videos and went on the internet to find some pressure points. She figured it fun a good trick to do at school, and found that when she was really for her fight, they'd be tactics to win the fight easily.
Her freshman year at her high school, she chose to have a fight. Stella looked for any reason to have a fight. In the first month, she found her chance. There were these boys that she noticed that always thought they were great. Stella had seen movies and more movies when guys are obnoxious about themselves and truthfully, Stella never knew they existed until she ran into them. Her plan was to run into them and blame them, then punch one of them. Simple. On her day of choice, she ran into them and started screaming, making a huge commotion.
"HEY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR, ASSHOLE?!"
POW! She punched the tallest. Yeah, it was daring, but she could feel the adrenaline pumping into her. Immediately, she was getting results. Students crowded around to see what was going on, and a few were actually excited. Stella was driven by this knowledge.
The other boy looked angry, most likely because she screwed up his hair do. He went to attack her by pushing her shoulders. As he touched her shoulders, Stella moved her forearms to his elbows. One was pushing the elbow inwards, cause the arm to lock. The other was pushing down, making the arm bend. It turned his attack sideways, making him fall down. This caused cheering in the crowd. People were now screaming "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" and it only made Stella smile. The students were joining the rebellion, even if they thought they were watching a show. The boy got up, and tried again. To teach this boy a lesson, Stella grabbed two points on each arm right between the biceps and the shoulders then pushed his whole body down. The boy fell to his knees and Stella hardly used any force. Finally, a teacher arrived and broke them up. Stella chose to do it peacefully. Her mission was a success.
The school expelled her, and her parents were devastated. Her father was afraid to go out of his home because everyone knew she was his daughter. When they saw Stella, she was the black sheep. When they saw Stella's father, he was the owner of the black sheep. Her mother didn't know what to do. She thought she was a horrible mother, so all she ever did was cry. Stella never really saw how bad her family had gotten until they decided to send her away.
With school being an issue, they had to take her somewhere to learn, and not be seen around the parents. Her father's sister lived in San Francisco, and said that a school called Hircine High School was big on trying to correct students' behaviors (she didn't mention it's slow process… more and more kids with problems were showing up than fights were going down). So, it was decided she would live with her aunt Tracy and attend Hircine.
Fighting Style: Stella doesn't necessarily have a fighting style. Pretty much, it's all about punches, quick jabs, and pressure points. She has some basic knowledge on points in the body that make her opponent weak and vulnerable. Pretty much it.
Strengths: Stella has amazing stamina from training for years of running around a very large mansion. Her knowledge for pressure points surprise her opponents because really, there's nothing they can do when they suddenly lose feeling in their arm or collapse from nothing. Her punches are very quick and mildly powerful, due to her size and weight, but is enough to distract a person long enough to reach a vital pressure point.
Weaknesses: Runners have long legs, and Stella doesn't. Her running is not fast at all and while she is fighting, her punches can only do so much damage, which isn't much. She is very basic at fighting, since she pretty much learned on her own from watching videos off TV and the internet, so mistakes are most likely going to happen.
Name: Irene Stella Rosenberg (Goes by Stella)
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: All American except for a little trace of Chinese from her grandmother
Attended School: Hircine
Age: 16 (Sophomore)
Weight: 115 lbs
Height: 5'4"
Appearance:
Body: Stella is very slim. However, she has muscles that, in some cases, almost look invisible because she looks like she's got nothing. Her legs are rather longer to proportions. Her waist isn't the curviest thing on the planet, but at least she doesn't look like a twig. Her face is smooth with good complexion and her skin tone is a bit like a summer glow, but every faint. Her lips are naturally this light pink
Cosmetic: Tank tops. Tank tops tank tops tank tops. And camisoles. Lots of them too, in every color available to man kind. Or rather, woman kind… Stella likes tank tops. Also, she tends to only wear jeans that hit the ground and are a bit torn near the bottom. Her shoes switch from flip flops that match her top, or some black Converse sneakers. Every once in a while, she'll feel like wearing a pimp hat.
Eye color: brown
Hair: a burgundy or purple-ish color, which ever fits your desires. Obviously, her natural color isn't burgundy, but it is blonde. She felt that dying the top of her head burgundy and making the tips blonde would be cool, so that's what she did
Habits: Stella always plays with her hair. If she's angry, she might be messing it up in the back, or scratching her head. If she's bored, she'll take her bangs, and smooth it out with her fingertips to the point of it feeling like silk in her hands. If she's happy, she's flipping her hair to one side of her neck to the other ever so often.
Other Information
Personality: Stella is really reserved. She doesn’t speak out much and she always lets the other person speak before her. Now, if it's on a topic that needs screaming, she'll scream or at least sound very authoritative.
Hobbies: swimming, drinking coffee, reading, playing violin
Extracurricular: Stella is in nothing. As part of her rebellion (read history) she wanted to not be in anything
Important Details
History: Stella lived in a very, very, very… "Rules are rules and you'd better follow them" world. Her world revolved around manners. Her neighborhood had weekly dinners/tea parties. The schools the kids attended involved learning how to be lady like and gentleman like. It was as if it were the village of the Stepford Wives.
However, the corporal punishment system didn't miss Stella's world, not at all. In fact, the teachers there liked it so much. It was the reason why many kids acted so well. In her world, the only way you were gonna live there was if you were rich. Therefore, rich, snobby kids hate being punished. With the painful punishments scaring them away successfully (girls hating bruises on their perfect skin, boys growing too wimpy for their own good… etc.), the teachers really never had to do anything.
Stella was a different matter. She seemed to be the black sheep of everyone. Her family was very respected since her father owned the largest grocery mart in her neighborhood (Rose Mart… dumb, huh?). Her mother was practically loved by everyone because of her rich husband. Stella, was the black sheep.
She wasn't always that way. When she was very little, around age 5, she loved getting every toy she ever dreamed of. Her house was a large mansion with a huge play house all to herself and her little snotty friends. She dreamed of being the prettiest princess in all the land. Her fantasy world fit in with her own little world of perfect people.
When the corporal system kicked in her school, she didn't believe it. Stella's school was already well behaved, so she only thought it was a rumor. Her first time seeing it in action was when she was 12 years old. A kid in her math class didn't do all of his homework. That was an event for the students to not do their homework because majority of the parents were sticklers for their children to study for at least 3 hours. The math teacher was not happy, and, almost with glee, they took the student to the front of the room. A desk was pulled up and the kid's hands were placed faced down on the desk. Then, a skinny little stick was taken out, and hit the kid's hands. He screamed from the pain. A normal person who wasn't spoiled would think that 10 licks was bad. However, this was the land of the rich and baby-ish families. Stella didn't understand why kids had to be punished so severely. She thought it was unfair. So it was one mistake. What was the big deal?
Her way of rebellion was simple: silently do things that teachers hate. She did everything she thought was naughty from leaving a tack on the teacher's chair to stealing someone's lunch. Sure, most would think that was nothing. But, she was punished. 10 licks to her hand. As time went on, nothing changed.
Stella knew she had to do more. It was hard to make a big enough rebellion because most of the kids didn't want to get hurt. Unfortunately, she understood, but still pressured many to do it. Only one or two joined her. Her tactics then went a little harsher. Trading someone's milk with glue (if she had the time), dropping a water balloon on someone's head from a high room to the ground, and other silly methods. Still, nothing got results. Eventually, from doing so many attempts and getting licks, her hands became tough and nearly immune to the pain. She noticed how tough her hands had evolved, and she thought of a new idea: a school fight.
By this time, she had entered high school. She had done a few changes to her appearance to creep teachers out. She dyed her hair, and outside of school she dressed not so lady like (the school wore uniforms, but most the school, students and teachers, knew each other outside because it was just one exclusive neighborhood). The normal person in there would wear a dress or some fancy thing. She would wear jeans and a tank top. Her attitude didn't fit others because she chose to slouch some while those around her had perfect posture and she wouldn't smile or talk about shopping. Her style of music changed from very easy going to hard rock and some metal, eventually some rap. She was no longer the daughter of a respected man. No one saw her that way anymore. Stella was the black sheep in a field of fluffy white ones. Everyone was scared of her. Of course, it was nothing to brag about. Seeing a girl in pants was scary, even if they were fancy.
Without her dad knowing, she had gotten a punching bag and some dumbbells. Being the rich child she was, she had her own credit card and her parents never bothered looking at her purchases until much later. With the punching bag, she trained her hands and arms to be tough, quick, and powerful. She was very weak in the beginning, when she first found her hands were finally immune to a stick. But after several years, she became strong enough. She actually grew muscles. Her arms could feel firmer, she could manage to punch in the air while holding 30 lbs dumbbells. It may sound strange and irregular for a small girl to do it, but she managed. However, the 30 lbs was when she was at the top of her game. The heaviest she could do with ease was around 22-25 lbs. But still, she worked out in other areas. Her stomach was almost as tough as a rock, only squishier, but still firm. Stella ran around the house (it was almost like an indoor track with the size of the house) and although she never quite could figure out how to run fast, she conditioned herself to hold out her endurance for a long time. Plus, for the fun of it, she bought a few videos and went on the internet to find some pressure points. She figured it fun a good trick to do at school, and found that when she was really for her fight, they'd be tactics to win the fight easily.
Her freshman year at her high school, she chose to have a fight. Stella looked for any reason to have a fight. In the first month, she found her chance. There were these boys that she noticed that always thought they were great. Stella had seen movies and more movies when guys are obnoxious about themselves and truthfully, Stella never knew they existed until she ran into them. Her plan was to run into them and blame them, then punch one of them. Simple. On her day of choice, she ran into them and started screaming, making a huge commotion.
"HEY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR, ASSHOLE?!"
POW! She punched the tallest. Yeah, it was daring, but she could feel the adrenaline pumping into her. Immediately, she was getting results. Students crowded around to see what was going on, and a few were actually excited. Stella was driven by this knowledge.
The other boy looked angry, most likely because she screwed up his hair do. He went to attack her by pushing her shoulders. As he touched her shoulders, Stella moved her forearms to his elbows. One was pushing the elbow inwards, cause the arm to lock. The other was pushing down, making the arm bend. It turned his attack sideways, making him fall down. This caused cheering in the crowd. People were now screaming "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" and it only made Stella smile. The students were joining the rebellion, even if they thought they were watching a show. The boy got up, and tried again. To teach this boy a lesson, Stella grabbed two points on each arm right between the biceps and the shoulders then pushed his whole body down. The boy fell to his knees and Stella hardly used any force. Finally, a teacher arrived and broke them up. Stella chose to do it peacefully. Her mission was a success.
The school expelled her, and her parents were devastated. Her father was afraid to go out of his home because everyone knew she was his daughter. When they saw Stella, she was the black sheep. When they saw Stella's father, he was the owner of the black sheep. Her mother didn't know what to do. She thought she was a horrible mother, so all she ever did was cry. Stella never really saw how bad her family had gotten until they decided to send her away.
With school being an issue, they had to take her somewhere to learn, and not be seen around the parents. Her father's sister lived in San Francisco, and said that a school called Hircine High School was big on trying to correct students' behaviors (she didn't mention it's slow process… more and more kids with problems were showing up than fights were going down). So, it was decided she would live with her aunt Tracy and attend Hircine.
Fighting Style: Stella doesn't necessarily have a fighting style. Pretty much, it's all about punches, quick jabs, and pressure points. She has some basic knowledge on points in the body that make her opponent weak and vulnerable. Pretty much it.
Strengths: Stella has amazing stamina from training for years of running around a very large mansion. Her knowledge for pressure points surprise her opponents because really, there's nothing they can do when they suddenly lose feeling in their arm or collapse from nothing. Her punches are very quick and mildly powerful, due to her size and weight, but is enough to distract a person long enough to reach a vital pressure point.
Weaknesses: Runners have long legs, and Stella doesn't. Her running is not fast at all and while she is fighting, her punches can only do so much damage, which isn't much. She is very basic at fighting, since she pretty much learned on her own from watching videos off TV and the internet, so mistakes are most likely going to happen.
