{Control}

Puppeteer
Name: CoBe
Age: Fifteen
Experience: I’ve got a couple o’ years under my belt, if’n that’s what you’re askin’.
How'd You Find Us?: I know some peeps, if that’s what ya’ll cats and kittens were wonderin’.



{Basic}

Basics
Name: Sybil [sigh-bil] Roz Felix
Nick Name(s): Sybs,
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Birth Date: October 13th
Hair Color: Dark chestnut brown with roan red undertones
Eye Color: An impossibly bright royal blue
Weight: 107 lbs
Height: 5’ 5”
Ethnicity: French and Finish with some Italian mixed in there.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
Education: Twelve years in the Academy of Souls and whatever she can learn from Izzii and the internet that has not been ‘contaminated’ yet.
Religion: Makes it up as she goes along… None practicing Roman Catholic
mostly



{Basic}

Basics
Name: Sybil [sigh-bil] Roz Felix
Nick Name(s): Sybs,
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Female
Birth Date: October 13th
Hair Color: Dark chestnut brown with roan red undertones
Eye Color: An impossibly bright royal blue
Weight: 107 lbs
Height: 5’ 5”
Ethnicity: French and Finish with some Italian mixed in there.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
Education: Twelve years in the Academy of Souls and whatever she can learn from Izzii and the internet that has not been ‘contaminated’ yet.
Religion: Makes it up as she goes along… None practicing Roman Catholic
mostly


{Picture}





Sybil Roz Felix
^{"It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand me, because I do."}

Brief appearance description: {two minimum paragraphs}

Outsides
Distinguishing Marks: Sybil has a small birthmark, roughly the size of a silver dollar, on her left hip. It vaguely resembles a paw print. There is a small dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, pail and slightly faded form sun exposure, but still there. A lone freckle lies half an inch under her left collar bone, placed midway between her throat and shoulder. A thin scar runs horizontally across her nape of her neck, the thin line puckered and a dirty looking pink in color after healing poorly. She had refused the scar softening powder the healer had offered after she had taken bad fall out of a tree when she was seven.

Self Perception: Sybil has learned long ago not to care what other people think of her strange terms or reactions to situations. She believes that if people understood the way her mind worked, they would see that she could indeed be good. She enjoys stirring up trouble, and while she does not fully grasp the reson behind her desire to be an imp, she knows it has something to do with her own profound way of fixing things. She does not view her wild behaviors and whims as a problem as most would, it’s simply how she deals with things and she loves it.

Appearance: Sybil’s a very feminine looking girl with sharp, pixie like features and a small lithe frame. Her bone structure is very delicate looking, all sharp angles and soft curves on her dainty hourglass figure. Her small wiry muscles seem to only add to her air of femininity. Even her movements hold a quiet certainty in them that adds a certain flied grace to her; even as she scuttles like a crab over rocks and practically rolls around in the dirt.
Her hair is a deep chestnut color with natural red undertones. She has currently cropped it short into a messy bowl cut that somehow manages to flatter her narrow heart shaped face. Her eyes are slightly close set, giving a slightly fox like look to her features, but not necessarily in a bad way. Her eyes are also a striking shade of blue, the sort of color that makes the ocean pail in comparison and new denim look dull. Her skin is naturally on the pail side, a light shade of peach with gold undertones, but from being outside for so long now her skin has take on a warmer, sun kissed tone.
Sybil tends to dress in mostly relaxed clothing, not only because it is easier to move in, but they are usually more durable the other forms of clothing. She has a passion for gray tones and stripes, as well as random bits and peaces of brightly colored clothing she has acquired over the years.


{Inner}

Personality: {two paragraph minimum}

Insides
Personality: Wild and proud the Sybil tends to be viewed as having more then a bit of a fey streak in her. She is surprisingly up beat, despite what one may gather from her, at times, down right hellish behavior. She has an immense love of anything that can get the adrenaline pumping and love to keep everyone guessing. Although, what she finds entertaining tends to border on the edge of insanity and is often a rather awkward affair for all others involved.
Her personality, however annoying one may fine her constant teasing, is impossibly infectious, hitting the system like a drug and leaving you aching for more.
She truly enjoys having a good time with people, even if she has to force them into enjoying themselves while she is at it. Often she can be so determined to lift the mood of her makeshift family she will resort to almost anything. Be it singing ridiculous and off key songs to provoking another to the point of almost causing a fight she can usually charm anyone of her fellow humans into laughing. Souls, not so much.
She is quite the hellion at times, with such childlike innocence at the heart of her mischievous and occasionally malicious actions she can’t help but laugh. Her temper, though it take a lot to make Sybil angry, is a fierce and rather frightening thing to see. If pushed too far she will often lash out at the cause of her grief in a multitude of forms. May it be total isolation from them to a simple, and often unexpected in the other’s case, punch in the face.
Her wit is sharp, stinging, and ready to lash out at a moments notice and rip open a wound in ones pride that can fester and reek for long after she spoke. She’s not one to hesitate long, majority of the time, preferring to take control of the situation then let it spiral beyond the point of return, even if this means resorting to violence. And she has no problems what so ever in resorting to violence.
Still she possesses many quirky characteristics to her personality. From her random boughs of awkward shyness around men to sitting upside down when she feels off kilter or depressed, she has many strange and impulsive tendencies.

Likes:
+ Books/comics/movies
+ Giving people nick/pet names
+ Irritating people she enjoys being around
+ Strawberry and coconut sorbet
+ contouring her body into awkward looking poses
+ Randomly ‘acquiring’ things
+ Motorcycles
+ The color silver
+ Revolver hand gun
+ Explosives and fireworks
+ Fizzy pop
+ Pong
+ Pocky
+ Sock puppets
+ Charm pops
+ Spotted dogs
+ Glitter glue
+ Music
+ A good challenge


Dislikes:
- Take out food
- Gravel
- Being proven wrong
- Pastel yellow things
- Beer
-Boring people
-Chalk
-Tuna salad
-The color teal
-Dream catchers
-Driving slowly
-Small children who stair
-Hockey sticks
-Chickens
-Necrophilia
-Snow
-Dried fruit
-Mudkips
-Drugs


Hobbies:
~ Geek-a-thon weekends with lots of comics and books
~ Lock picking and hotwiring
~ Randomly ‘acquiring’ things
~ Being crafty
~ Stealing Izzii’s cigarettes


Fears:
~ Everyone leaving her
~ Deep water
~ Being trapped and unable to escape
~Snakes over two feet long
~Those creepy as fuck cave crawler bugs


Strengths
< Creative
< Analyzing
< Thinks on her feet
< Unafraid to be vicious
< High agility and speed
< Well balanced, most of the time

Weaknesses
> Easily overpowered physically
> Mistrusting
> To ‘in your face’
> Forgets that her size is a disadvantage
> Rushes into situation when over excited
> Impulsive


{Past-to-Present}

History: {three paragraph minimum}
Past
Family:
MOTHER -- - Soule
FATHER -- - Soule
SIBLING(S) -- None
PET(S) -- Once had a goldfish…
FRIENDS -- Izzii, Ean,
LOVER -- None at the time

History:
As most humans born within the time after the souls took over our planet, Sybil’s life, or more correctly her mentality, personality, and very essence, hung in the balance from birth. Her ‘parents’ a pair of fairly young souls, did not want their outgoing and impish baby girl to be turned into a miniature adult, but they also did not want to risk her becoming a danger to other souls. When all hope of keeping their baby from getting a soul seemed at a loss, they found the answer. An academy, designed specifically for raising humans so they grew into docile, kind and loving beings. The two were ecstatic, they had found their way of keeping their child a child while not having the constant worry of raising a monster looming over their heads.
And thus, their decision was made, the moment little Sybil was potty trained she was shipped off to the Academy of Souls. This, did not a good decision make.
As the years pashed, slow and sluggish like cool molasses, Sybil grew and became more independent, more out going, and more of a hell raiser then most of the souls at the institute had ever seen. If something exploded, if a fight started, if anything went missing, they checked Sybil’s room first. And, more likely then not, that found what thay had been looking for. Needless to say, she spend a vast majority of her time in the intervention wing, being showed fluffy love filled videos and the like. Damn souls and their brain washing attempts.
It was at the tender age of fourteen that she met Izzii, or more correctly sat on him. He had simply appeared one day, in the same intervention class as her and had taken her seat. The nerve of it all. After a mildly awkward introduction and a few days of getting to know one another the two became fast friend. It was here, through Izzii, that Sybil first learned what happened to the human who did not behave.
As one could guess, her attitude changed drastically from that day onward.
It was another two months after this she met Izzii’s half brother, Ean and the tree formed their makeshift family, and their plan to escape. Their behaviors improved drastically over the next few months as the holidays approached as the three bided their time to put their plan into action. The souls, trusting as ever, were overjoyed by their sudden improvements, believing that they had simply grown out of their childish rebellious stages of teen hood and hardly noticed when the three left together at the star of winter break. It was not until a week later that the three were reported missing, having never boarded the correct plains to go home for the holidays.
Since then the three have been traveling as strays, avoiding the souls and looking for other humans. Somehow they have made their way Nevada and set up a base of operations, or so to speak. From here they have been making runs and continuing to search for other humans.





Role-Play Example:
Role-play Example


--Invader Zim OC role-play with Balet--

Sik gawked, jaw slightly slack as she stared in disbelief at this crazy trade. She was being traded for blue prints to the Massive? How did that even work? A living breathing, feeling thing traded for a hologram copy of paper. This was absolute madness! She stared at the sound of the Vortian’s voice. And the fact that he was agreeing with her. She was glad she was not the only one who though this human was insane, and her boss no better.
Dread coiled in her spooch, making her muscles feel cold and sluggish, as she watched the transaction take place. The idea of her contract being changed, the human’s conditions, the ease of which her now-former boss traded her away. It all made a her skin prickle, made it feel like ice water was dripping down her spin, cold and burning and bone chilling all at once. She felt her blood lurched back to life in her veins, cold as ice as panic slowly replaced the dread and made her breathing hitch for a moment in a small whining sound. She cut the sound off quickly, slightly alarmed that she was both disturbed enough to whine and not notice.
She gave her antenna a sharp flick, trying to shove down the panic twisting her spooch into knots or at least lessen it, and focuses on the hologram device. It was interesting looking, and held so many things from what the human was mumbling as he flicked through saved files. Her antennas pricked up slightly in interest as the Missive’s blueprints came up, leaning forwards ever so slightly to try to get a look as well. So what if she was avoiding her impending doom but lousing herself in the idea that those could be the real schematics, and that could actually be Tallest Myuki’s signature. If it was keeping her calm for the moment it was all fine by here.
All too soon the blueprints vanished and she was forced to reality. Her antennas flatted at her now-former boss’s comment and her lip twitched up in the beginnings of a snarl, but she said nothing. Instead she was distracted by the Vortian and then the cup of beans shoved into her hands. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise, her mouth open to protest but her words never coming as the gun came up and she was tugged out of the bar.

[[Alright! =] Skipping Sik whining and grabbing her stuff, as few things as she has, and going strait to the ship then? It wouldn’t have been very interesting anyways. x3]]

Sik blinked nervously at the ship as she was led towards it, well, more like dragged now as she slowed her pace to almost a stop. Her few possessions, majority of them mechanical, were a strangely comforting weight bumping against her back with each step. She vaguely worried if she had wrapped everything properly before cramming it all into the duffle bag she currently had slung over one shoulder, using the handles like the straps of a backpack. She still held the cup of beans, though she couldn’t begin to think of why the human still wanted them. They were probably cold and gummy by now. Disgusting.
That brought up the topic of her near future. Well, not the beans, the human who had traded a set of hologram schematics for her. He was crazy, she had come to that conclusion by now, and she doubted the Vortian thought any different. Why the hell would he want an Irken when he could have gotten next to anything with those schematics. Jeez he was nuts.
The corners of Sik‘s lips twitched down in a frown as the ship loomed up over. She nibbled at her lower lip absently, a nervous habit she had been meaning to break for years, antennas lowering subconsciously as fear twisted in her spooch. She could honestly admit she was afraid now, being dragged onto a ship, filled with undoubtedly hostile aliens with a new ‘owner’ who apparently enjoyed taking things apart. Yea, she was screwed.