Ambrie hekireki

[Ambrie]

Ambrie Hekireki
The Pheonix
Age: 17
Born: December 14
Blood Type: AB Negative
Living She lives alone and has for quite some time.
A wanderer, Ambrie pretty much goes wherever she thinks she can improve. A bit aimless, at this time. Though all she really seems to care about is improvement in combat.

Name: Ambrie
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Psychic
Current Residence: Demon World

Height: 5'3
Weight: 110lbs
Eye Color: Light blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Distinguishing Features:

A shorter tuff of hair on the left side of her head curves up. And a slender scar crosses her neck.

Physical Description:

Beautiful in a wild, stormy way, you wouldn't imagine Ambrie is the fighter that she is just by looking. Her dark hair falls in long, slightly messy waves just above her mid-back with side bangs on her right and a wide tuff of upward hair on the left side of her face. Never completely fixed, but never appearing tangled, on her it's suiting.

Her features appear soft and seemingly endless in innocence, though corrupted by a faint scar that crosses her right brow. Below it, thoughtful blue eyes are the center-piece of her slender face. As for build, Ambrie is tiny but porportioned. That tell-tale hour-glass figure comes with a build that could best be discribed as "stream-lined". She's athletic, and very much so - something that came with hours and years of toiling with thoughts in mind that were a million miles away from her appearance.

Likes:

♦Progress:: in anything and everything, and at all costs.

♦Challenges:: If you're trying to get her to do something she doesn't want to, find a way to make it competitive, and you've got your task done!

♦Blue berry muffins:: Who doesn't like those?

♦Superiority:: She's paranoid about being less than - a fear that keeps her driven.

♦Safety:: Secretly insecure, Ambrie's kept herself on the front lines ever since she could remember. But really, all she wants is to feel like she's protected. And since you can't trust anybody, the only way you can feel safe is by being unbeatable, eh?

Dislikes

♦Unjustifiable cruelty:: Kind of contradictory, Ambrie would be the first person to kick you in the face for saying the wrong thing to her. But, ninja-dodging the blunt of her complexity, Ambrie has a heart. She just "knows better" than to let it show without a good pretence.

♦Friendly Fire:: Of all the horrible things Ambrie may or may not've become, loyalty and honor are still two sacred words. She may act like she hates you, but if she knew for a fact you were counting on her, she wouldn't let you down.

♦Stupid people:: are good for nothing but target practice.

♦Being underestimated:: even though it does have its advantages sometimes.

♦Perverts:: self exclamatory.

Personality:

It's hard to grasp her. Though, if you had to spin off of one word to describe her that word would be tenacious. Kind of a Honey Badger of a human, she has a mindset that enables her to block out anything and everything except the thing she wants at the time. She doesn't stop. Whether it be in training, in a battle, in a search or...well...anything. She's very extreme and aims high in everything she does, often resulting in either one heck of a lucky win or one heck of a dramatic loss. Though, after such loses, Ambrie has a reputation of equally dramatic comebacks. This is where she gets her little nickname.

Though, saying all this may sound good in theory, and in some ways it certainly is, it is also her most tragic flaw. Too often it lands her in serious harm, mental and physical, and has turned her life into a constant struggle to cope with the hurt. Ambrie wouldn't know what to do with herself if she wasn't living under a ton of stress, pain, or constant peril. She doesn't like it, and it hurts all the time, but it is the way of like she has forced herself to live. It's all she knows - all she allows herself to know.

Why though would she be like that? Well, because of fear, mostly. Kind of like when you get on a rollercoaster for the first time, you squeeze the harness bars so tight it makes your hands hurt like crazy, but you just can't let go and you keep telling yourself it'll be over soon so just hang on. She's terrified of normalicy, terrified of never achieving the feeling of complete self-worth, terrified of being at someone's mercy again...So basically, a haunting past and an over-analyzing mind. On the surface, Ambrie is hellaciously bold. She's hard to intimidate, hard to verbally hurt (unless you somehow knew to hit on the buttons listed above) and Ambrie walks with an air of dominance that she would gladly back-up, regardless of the challenger or what anyone would think. People suck and are expendable, so what's the problem with running them over and shooting them up if they get in your way?

To those few she's been close to throughout her life, those very, very few, Ambrie is die-hard loyal. But that loving, selfless side of her she keeps suppressed in the darkest, dustiest corners of her mind. All it would take is one more person for her to love that died or left for her to lose what's left of herself and she simply refuses to go there.

Class: Middle B
Abilities:

♦Darkness Ghost:: It's not invisibility, but it's somewhat similar. While standing in a shadow, Ambrie is able to blend herself into it to a degree, making her very unnoticable to anyone who wasn't flat out looking.

♦Chaos Trance:: Eyes glowing white, if anyone stares directly into them for more than a few seconds Ambrie can encourage certain emotions to drastically enhance in her victims - sometimes even creating a weak illusion. She usually uses this technique to provoke panic in her hard-to-beat opponents. The trance itself doesn't last very long (unless she wants to sacrifice buku energy), but it usually takes a while for the victims to get over the effects - or figure out what just happened.

♦Energy blasts:: self exclamatory

♦Agility and Hand-to-Hand:: Ambrie is little, but as we clarified earlier - she's a mental powerhouse. She's been submerged in combat learnings for years, is very analytical, thinks fast on her feet, but it's her absolutely crazy, daredevil acrobats and ruthlessness in battle that makes up a good 70% of her skill.

Family:

Unknown

History:

Ambrie's mother and father had both been members of a gang called Avenue Black so...as you could probably imagine, Ambrie didn't have a very moral-filled start. Her mom had wanted an abortion but her father had rather ferociously disagreed. And ever since Ambrie could remember, she'd been a daddy's girl.

Her mother had left when she was three and her father raised her the best he knew how. She learned very early the skills necessary to be an effective thief, using the "Pus.s-in-Boots" effect to her advantage. Fighting, threats and violence had always been a way of life. But among the gang itself, they were like a family. You never ratted out a fellow member, you never left one of them behind, you never questioned your upper authorities, and you had each others back - even to your own peril. This had been instilled in her from the start, though, at age 6, a rival gang burst into their new-years-eve party when everybody had been too barfing drunk to know what was going on and everybody was killed - including the gang member's family who had hosted the party themselves. Everybody but one.

Ambrie, who'd been pretty tipsy herself, was huddling in a corner in terror at what was happening. Not wanting to shoot a six-year-old girl, the rival gang simply left, their mission complete.

The next thing she knew, Ambrie was in foster care. Traumatized beyond her ability to cope, even with the therapy, it took her a very long time to bond with them. They were goodie-goodies, after all, the rich, churchy, love-everybody and do-no-wrong people. But they loved her, and Ambrie wanted so desperately to love someone back. To just be held when the nightmares of that terrible night came back. And they did.

They taught her morals, what was really right from wrong. And even though she didn't care for it then, they enrolled her in one of the best martial arts schools around. "You're a pretty little girl." They'd say, "We hope you never do, but you may need it some day." Ambrie wasn't exactly motivated, but her teacher's words began to form her way of thinking. "The best form of defence is attack", "We aquire the strength we have overcome.", "Peace is having a bigger stick than those who might hurt you." She may not've had the modivation to be the top of the class, but with his experience he managed to modivate her to learn what was necessary.

She spent 5 wonderful years with her new parents. But it seemed her destany was to be without. On the fifth year her new father died of cancer, and only one year later, her mother fell victim to a breakless semi. It tore her up in ways she never knew possible.

Her next foster home hadn't been so wonderful. The father had been abusive. A drunk who took out the stresses of his job on Ambrie alone and in secret. He'd pin her down, the feeling of being overpowered with nothing to do but take whatever he gave, of having to lie about her injuries to protect herself from his wrath, planted a seed of emmense paranoya and resentment. It got to the point she knew her fother mother knew what was happening, but she did nothing, despite how she claimed she loved Ambrie like her own. That was breaking the sacred code. If her real daddy had been in her shoes, this man who hurt her would've been lynched by his intestines by now. And a hatred for this woman began to fester right along with her hatred for her new, supposed "father". She continued her lessions at the martial arts facility for free; her new family wouldn't pay for it and her teacher had began to like her over time. Since her second family had died, Ambrie fought with a much more intense vigor. Her successes driving her almost as much as her failures as she moved to the highest echelon available for her age. It was an outlet for her emotions and fears, yes, but more than that.

The day finally came when her and her new father had been left home alone, Ambrie was 11 years old. He had been drunker than usual, yelling at her about something or another and Ambrie snapped. He beat her worse than he ever had before, throwing her to the ground and pinning her there in that terrifying position that had become so infamous to her. But it was when he tried to take off her clothes, and a kick she'd learned from the school sent him flying back with a broken nose, did her martial art's teachers words really ignite. The reddish light that had ingulfed her form went unnoticed by her - the power she had been storing up in her small body all this time finally making a show. All she knew was she saw panic in his eyes. And that he was going to pay.

The rage of that moment had never truly faded. The thought of waiting for his wife to come home crossed her mind, but Ambrie left that place, and that dead body, just like it was shortly after it'd happened. She was a murderer now. And not only that, she could somehow shoot burning light from her hands. She never went back to the orphange. Instead, she persued every fighting technique she could and sought out trainers to develope this new-found ability. The feeling of power, of conquring a seemingly unbeatable enemy, of realizing she had what it took to be a winner in anything she did somehow someway, completed the transformation of the person she used to be into the person she is today.

Cold. Ruthless. Afraid.