Mia Schumacher

[Mia Schumacher]

MIA SCHUMACHER

....the mask

Your Name: Shaggy
Where did you find us?: Om, idk.
How long have you been roleplaying?: 2 years 2 months
Password: admin edit!

...basic character information

Birth Name: Amelia “Mia” Schumacher
Nickname: Mia, Lia, Amy
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Grade: 10
Birth date: August 31st
Program: Bachelor of Commerce
Major: Accounting
Major Explanation: In all honesty the girl would have gone with psychology if it had been her choice. For starters it has always been a love of hers. She's always been fascinated with learning her way around the mind and it's effects. She's always considered herself a problem solver (even if she starts them most of the time.) But given that her parents are pushing her to join the world of business she's going to take on accounting and all the math that goes along with it. She's never been a fan of math, but she has the mind for it. Much as she is a chess player, she is a “math head”, not to be mistaken with a “meth head”. Problem solving shouldn't be mistaken for simply social problems but also for any math problem that might come to mind. If we're going with connection with her animal, then you can very well go with the fact that Accounting has to do with money. What is money made out of? Paper. Ferrets go to the bathroom on paper. Connection enough?
Animal Identity: Black-footed Ferret

...personality

Likes:

• Dancing.
  
• Chess.
  
• Boys.
  
• Games. (Of the mind or otherwise.)
  
• Riddles.
  
• Books. (Reading of any sort, really.)
  
• Writing. (She's fond of essays. She's good at beefing them up and turning something she's not at all interested into something more interesting.)
  
• Clothes/Shoes. (She's a girly girl through it all.)
  
• Showing off and being seen. (She does everything she does for the attention.)
  
• Herself. (Isn't she just the best?)
  
• Sneaking into places she isn't allowed. (The thrill of it.)
  
• Anything that doesn't belong to her. (Which usually comes from those places she doesn't belong.)
  
• Benedryl. (For her phobia of bugs.)
  
• Poker/Gambling.
  
• Walking.
  
• Violent video games.
  
• Befriending anyone larger than her. (They make her feel safe, and they're someone to go to if she's ever in trouble.)
  
• The Library.
  
• Drama. (It's fantastic to cause friction between other people, isn't it?)
  
• Any place the serves coffee. (And Coffee for that matter.)
  
• The park.
  
• Fur. (She loves the touch of it. As long as the animal or the coat is well groomed.)
  

Dislikes: (at least 10)

• Being cold.
  
• Anyone that can beat her in chess.
  
• Overly serious people that won't play along with her games.
  
• Children. (Anyone younger than her is considered a child.)
  
• Dark chocolate.
  
• Old people. (Ew.)
  
• Rain. (It ruins her hair and gets her clothes wet!)
  
• Being caught. (Or the idea of being caught.)
  
• Insects. (She can't stand to have them around her. If she even senses that one is around, she'll start itching.)
  
• Horror Movies. (So, maybe there is something that can scare her.)
  
• Her parents.
  
• Business and it's education.
  
• Music snobs.
  
• Piano. (She can play well, but hates it.)
  
• Violin. (Same as above.) (They sound nice but she always felt she was forced to play. And thus hates them on principle that she hates her parents.)
  
• Anyone that tries to think they're better than her. (It's impossible. She's better than everyone else. Or so she thinks.)
  
• Deep water. (She's not a great swimmer. She doesn't mind the shallows though.)
  
• Really loud noises. (Keep the noise at a moderate.)
  
• Weird people. (Or who she considers weird.) (Though she isn't far from befriending them if she sees it might help her.)
  
• Anything not name brand. (She's a name brand snob.)
  
• Black Coffee. (She likes hers with crème and sugar.)
  
• People talking about themselves. (How can she talk about herself if you keep talking about yourself?)
  

Fears: (At least 3)

• Bugs.
  
• Death.
  
• Drowning.
  
• Mud. (She HATES it SO much. >> You don't want to see her if she gets any on her.)
  

Strengths: (At least 3)

• Intelligent.
  
• Quick-minded.
  
• Social.
  
• Talented.
  
• Fun-loving. (To a point.)
  
• Manipulative.
  

Weaknesses: (At least 3)

• Lies. A lot.
  
• Prideful.
  
• Self-obsessed.
  
• Spoiled.
  
• Sociopathic tendencies.
  
• Fake.
  

Overall: [400 words minimum]

Mia is a mixture of confusing identities. She has two different sides that she may show if you've ever met her. She doesn't have a disorder, at least not one that a doctor has put upon her, but she's a child that honestly just strives for attention. She's known for lying on a normal basis and it generally revolves around attempting to cause problems between people, or to make her look good. She doesn't do extravagant lies. They're mostly items in a conversation that mean little and probably won't be questioned later. She remembers most of her lies, and is rarely caught in them. And if she is caught she can generally back herself up with an argument. She will gladly debate if you ask, or if you push and try to make her look out to be something other than the perfect little girl she wishes to be perceived as.

She can be a decent person to be around if you're the right person. She's a bit of a hedonist at heart and likes to get shopping and have manicures or good food. She's a social person and she doesn't like to be alone so she's likely to find people that she can tolerate, but she rarely ever truly likes a person. She keeps herself emotionally detached from everyone including the boys she deems as attractive. She's not one to get attached because she is most definitely not an emotionally deep person. She doesn't get uncomfortable when others show emotion. In fact she gets rather indifferent in those situations and is likely to brush it off. Even anger doesn't effect her. She's likely to look onward and pass the person by.

Though she is most definitely a snob, she does like to enjoy herself. That doesn't always mean messing with people, it can also mean actual games. She loves her games, and is actually a fun person when she gets down to it. She loves to dance and enjoy herself in general. And though she can be serious she can be otherwise. That's not to say she'd a immature goofball. She's actually very mature for her age and detests looking like an idiot. Her image is everything to her, but that doesn't stop her from laughing or making jokes upon other people. They're not always cruel jokes. She can have real fun, just as anyone else can.

When it comes to her friends she'll keep them close, and be as friendly as she can be. She'll treat them well, but she can be a bit fake. Given that she honestly isn't the sweetest of people she can have a fake sweetness with a person if she wants to get on their good side. She befriends anyone that might help her in the future.

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Kristina Romanova

Appearance: [400 words minimum]

As her creature she is a rather small being. She's just barely hitting five foot, though she's much taller in heels. At which you might commonly see her in unless she's forced into the gym or isn't particularly feeling like having sore feet by the end of the day. She's got that German blood in her and tans rather well, but if she's not tanning then she's rather pale with a light freckle, though it scarcely noticeable especially when covered up with make-up. Cosmetics are very much a normal thing for her. She's a very vain young woman and likes to look her best at all times. Though still young, she is likely to be seen with a heavier dose of makeup. Eyeshadow, lip stain, and of course the common cover up of blemishes like many will get at her age. On her teeth are braces, though they can't be seen given that they are the invisible sort; invisalign. She changes them weekly in case they try to start changing color. Otherwise her teeth are whiter than usual from the treatments that she's had. (Like I said, very vain.)

Clothing-wise she's likely to wear anything that might be in fashion. She's definitely a girly girl, though she always wears appropriate clothes for the day. She's likely to be seen in a jogging suit if it's time for a gym class, or if she's ever invited to play a sport. She has a vast amount of shoes, though she doesn't have as many with her as she'd like. She's known to be seen in heels given the fact that she hates her shortness, though she does own flats, tennis shoes and boots. On the weekend she prefers to stick around the beach, being a big fan of sunbathing and thus can be commonly seen in a one piece, or a two piece depending on her mood. She's known to wear hats when the outfit calls for it and is a big fan of sunhats given their location. It is also a common occurance to see jewelry on her person, though she keeps anything overly expensive back at home given her distrust for people. Her favorite ring, always kept her her left ring finger is her “love and kisses ring” that her mother got for her 15th birthday.

Her shift is a black-footed ferret as she later found out. It's a rather small creature, less than a foot long it's still in it's teenage stage as well. The body is covered with a light brown furn with rings of dark brown around the eyes, the ears, the feet and the tail. The hair is course compared to much fur and wouldn't be fit for anything like a jacket. The feet themselves have small clawed toes, five in all. Good for climbing or helping the creature to run.[/size]

...history

Parents: Greta & Matthew Schumacher (Both in business.)
Siblings: None.

If you had ever asked Greta and Matthew if they thought they would have a child like theirs they would have thought you were made for even suggesting such a thing. They were both born in a family that was well to do and known in their area. They gave to the needy and made enough to live as lavishly as they wanted. They were spoiled children that seemed perfect for each other. It was actually a business arrangement that brought the two together. They met in Shifter Academy where they were both business majors. Greta was a Hyena and Matthew the Panda Bear. Greta was a person to take over what others had worked hard on, and to call it her own. Much like a hyena scavenging it's meal. While Matthew was a might lazy, but had an outwardly pull, much given to him by his wife to be and his family. With the move of cash and the promise of their kids growing big in the company that Greta's father owned they were set for life. Computer technology was at a high when Greta and Matthew were of age to finally get into the business and they found themselves surrounded by the idea of computers and where it would be taking them some day.

They married young, but they waited to have children. Their marriage was actually a rather happy one. It wasn't a normal marriage by any other marriage because they saw little of each other and worked long hours. But they liked living this way and when they did see each other they complemented the other quite well.

They didn't have their child until they were in their late 30's, but it was a choice they made together, and they were happy with just one child. They funded her with anything she might want, and sent her to learn anything that a young girl might want to learn. She was taught chess at an early age, something she grew to love and expanded her cognitive mind with. She learned the violin and the piano, though she detested them both after her parents tried to have her go professional with the violin, and later placed her in a concert with the piano. She “choked” on purpose that evening and decided that her parents were trying too hard to make her seem like them. But what she was most angry about was the fact that they were never around. Scarcely did they have family moments and when they did they were lessons with something she didn't want to do.

She decided early on that she didn't like her family. And she began to act out. She'd throw tantrums if something wasn't right, and though she made friends she made friends for the wrong reason. She began to steal by the time she hit her teens. Her parents weren't sure what to take of it, but the items were always returned by force. Bent on sending her to a boarding school in hopes that she might clean up if she didn't have her nice home to come back to after school, as they all put it down on boredom instead of bad parenting. They were sure by the time she hit 13 and hadn't gotten her shift that she would be normal and that maybe she got the recessive end of their gene. Maybe it would end with her.

But it came the night she was to leave for boarding school that she'd locked herself in her room that a scream had echoed throughout the hallways. It was by luck that her mother got there before their butler. They weren't sure what had set it off later on, but while Mia was throwing a tantrum in her room she felt a change in her body. A very fast and painful feeling. It went throughout her body, starting at her spin. Everything seemed to get smaller and she could hear the cracking of her own bones. One scream had been all that she could get out, and as soon as her mother had unlocked her door she was in full ferret form. Surprised her mother was unable to stop her from running out of her room. Dismissing their staff her father was called home and by the time she had shifted back into her form the house had been destroyed as the animal instinct in her had attempted to get out of the house.

Her mother crying they told her everything of what they were and what she now was. She didn't take it well and it seemed any respect that she had for her parents went out that door that evening. She talked to them, but it was always her talking down as if she were better than them. She decided she was, and she decided that evening that she would rely on herself and nothing else. It was as if something snapped in her head. She was sent off later that year to Shifter Academy where her parents had gone before, as she was told.

She has been there for the past couple months.

...connecting human to animal

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Though ferrets are commonly seen as the sweet domesticated animals they are still in fact a wild animal. Her hair brown just as her own creature in similar hues she doesn't look much like the animal give for her size. She's light-footed and small just as the ferret. Able to get into other places that others might not be able to. Fun-loving just as her creature she still has the sneaking and veracity of a ferret in hunt. Though they are commonly seen as hyper-active creatures while ferrets are otherwise, as said above, wild and unpredictable. They hunt for their food and are known for attacking anything smaller than themselves. Such as her personality she can be a conniving woman that goes after those that are easily hurt or smaller than her in form.

...literacy

RP Sample[/i]
“Give me some numbers Juicy.”

The sun was still out, and they had a few hours to clear the next few buildings. There was a small group of them patched together. They had once upon a time been loading docks for some kind of shoe company. It'd be good news to clear it out given the fact that people in the area might actually need a new pair. There were growing children much like Sceli that would need a pair, or even those that had worn out an old pair. Plus, they had boots inside there and with winter coming up it might be good to start a supply line that might go west to help any of the survivors out there. But it was just this that he didn't have the manpower for. Everyone had either fled, died or killed themselves on that base beyond his three soldiers and himself. They were the last on the east coast that he knew of. He hoped to find more soldiers since they'd left the base, but that didn't seem to be a possibility as of late. 

He'd told the boys he wanted to head towards the Air force base near Vacaville but that was a good ways away and he wanted to make sure San Fran was clear for the people that were still around. They'd need supplies, and they'd need a safe place to stay. The best he could do was offer protection to those that wanted to travel with them for a short ways, or even stay the night with them if time called for it. But they always had to move on, clearing out new places for survivors to safely get supplies. Right now it was a shoe factory that consisted one loading area and one larger factor building. Thus far they had taken care of the parameter but they'd have to enter through the gates where he was sure there might be a mess of them. You knew how to tell these things when you'd been out there for a year plus already. And he knew this was going to be a rough task. Hopefully they'd be able to get those shoes out. Somewhere they can get them more easily and well, more safely. 

“Five at the North gate, two in the back with B. Two near the middle of dock. I can take out the ones in the middle. I think we've got this Mickey. Just an open door, but there's no action that I can see inside there.”

Mickey wasn't as sure as his friend was, but nonetheless he was at the side of the building holding tight with Meg, the only woman on their team. She glanced towards him and gave him a nod. Flanking forward their footsteps were almost inaudible. They stopped at the gate, and nothing could be heard beyond the soft breeze of that summer day, the sun beating on their backs. Their guns were lowered, but ready if anything were to present itself.

“B, you there?”

There was silence on his end, and suddenly his breathing came onto the talkie, “I don't know about this, I think there's more than we see. I'm at the other side, and there's only two that I can see. They've got something fresh, Jesus, I can see the guts. Looks like it might be a kid...”

A little annoyed, Mickey looked towards Meg who just rolled her eyes. Just like B to get off topic of their current goal. Fuck what the zombies were doing. It was about how many there were. No extra details. He'd get on him about that later, what if someone had heard that? There was silence on the line and they moved forward. They got themselves situated around the gate. They were slow to open it causing as little noise as possible.

“You at the gate?”

“Yeah.”

He was quick to answer this time. Mickey could only assume that meant he knew he was in trouble. When it got silent on Mickey's end that's all it really ever meant. At least they had soon learned. They were all new soldiers, really. Younger than he, but not by much. Mature for their ages, that was sure. You grew up fast when you joined the army, and from the stuff they'd seen in their tour in Iraq, well, all but B. B still had some growing up to do. He didn't have a filter on that mouth of his. He'd learn though. He was learning at any rate.

“One.”

He spoke, his eyes on their prize. The small group of five were huddled together, walking around not seeming to notice them just yet. 

“Two, three.”

And they were off. Two shots from above as Juicy took out the two that he said he could get without problem, if he went after the others there might be some danger for us, and he just wouldn't risk it. Juicy was a good man. He was after the first one, a shot directly in the forehead. Meg was on the second while he aimed for his third. They seemed quick to notice, but not quick enough. At least for those give. He could hear the shots from B in the distance until he heard what must have been the collective sound of rushing feet against the concrete of the loading dock. Shit. The open door? Just as Meg got the last zombie they turned to spot the first of what appeared to be a rather large hoard. They were closer to B than they were to themselves. Their reaction was quick.

“Flank back! Flank back!”

He was yelling towards B, but he knew what to do already. Not bothering to even shoot the gun was slung over his shoulder and he made his way towards them where he'd exit with them. Going the other direction from where he had come would only end badly for him. Being alone with a group of the dead was never good for anyone, backup or not. Might as well stick together. Shooting and running back as B made his way up to them they thought they might get away.

“There's more. They's coming from the factory a few blocks away. We're going to have to get back to camp.”

Shit. More gunshots as they kept back the group that had come out of the factory. They closed the gate behind them. Onward they went, or at least he had thought so, realizing that Meg wasn't with them. He could hear the group of zombies up close. Turning there was the clash of bodies against the fence as he took sight of Meg against the outer side, holding onto what seemed like the very lock she'd picked to get inside there earlier on. 

“What the fuck do you think you're doing? HURRY UP!”

B was long gone, probably back at their camp already. His own feet were on edge, wanting to dash away with him but he couldn't leave Meg behind. His gun took action for him, shooting any that got close enough to her to reach through the thick bars. Within seconds she was off, panting as she went into a sprint. He joined her, and they made their way back towards the camp. Ready to jump into the car he could still hear the shots of Juciy's rifle as he took out any that got to close to the safety of their trucks. They'd be safe. 

“You think we can take them?” He said into the radio as they finally hit camp. B was nowhere to be seen, but just as he looked into the car with the now wide awake civilian he noted they were missing one person. From the corner of his eye B came into his vision.

“I think we've got them, station B and Meg at the far end of camp. We'll take on any of them that try and get through, I think that fence will hold too.”

Before Mickey could answer B was quick to interrupt, “Sceli's gone. That bitch let him run out of the truck.”

That bitch could only mean the civilian they'd taken up just a few hours ago. She'd needed a meal and they'd help supply her with one, and a few safe hours of rest in their truck. Usually he left B back with Sceli when they took on buildings. He was good with the kid, and well, B wasn't always the most predictable soldier. But this. He felt the panic in his chest, but he kept himself calm.

“In which direction?”

B pointed and without hesitation he was off in that very direction.

“Take to the far side of camp you two.”

He yelled into his walkie as he ran. Shit. Shit. Shit. If you're hurt Sceli I'll never forgive myself.

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