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From: MSN Nicknameƒıđġэŧ  (Original Message)Sent: 9/28/2008 9:20 AM

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STATISTICS

Ring Name:

Seraphim

Real Name:

Noella Kaelyn Buchanan

Face:

Emilie Autumn

Age: 

24

Height:

5'8"

Weight:

120 lbs.

Origin:

City of Industry, California

Theme Music:

"Skinny Little Bitch" by Angelspit

Seraphim


About You.
Name: Meg
DOB: Oct 30
Hometown: the Southern Ontario area
E-mail Addy: I'd prefer to be asked, thanks.

Wrestling Specifics.
Valet/Manager: N/A

Stable: N/A
Tag Team Name: N/A
Tag Team Partner: N/A
Status: Neutral
Weapon of Choice: Silk ribbon from her wrist.
Style: A little rough around the edges, she's a born street fighter. She tends not to follow any set style, but has picked up a few professional moves for her arsenal from her wrestling friends and her brief training under Justin Mortal.
Out-Of-Ring Appearance: Her fashion style is a delightfully eclectic mix of old-world Victorian with the edge of a punk rocker. Think lace petticoats and combat boots, satin ribbons and spiked collars, pincurls and safety pins.
In-Ring Appearance: White or black tank top layered underneath a vintage ivory Victorian-style corset, fluffy white bloomer-style shorts, ripped black fishnets with one red & white striped thigh-high stocking o her right leg, black platform combat boots
Favorite Matches: Anything she can really get aggressive in. She's not fond of "diva-type" matches, but if booked in one, she'll participate, if only for a laugh.
Taunts/Quotes: When she does play to the crowd, she'll curtsey either to them, or to her opponent in a condescending manner. Also, she does a William Regal-like pinky finger held high above her head, or the Katie Lea Burchill index and middle finger taunt [in England, when the back of the hand is shown in that pose, it's considered just as bad as flipping the middle finger]
Accomplishments: N/A...yet.

Moves.
1] Chick Kick
2] Clothesline
3]  Bulldog
4]  Irish Whip
5]  Roundhouse Kick
6]  Chops
7]  Baseball Slide
8]  Legdrop
9]  Enzuigiri
10]  Russian Legsweep
11] Standing Dropkick
12] Monkey Flip
13] Sunset Flip
14] European Uppercut
15] Over the shoulder arm drag

Finishers/Trademarks.
Finisher #1: Six Wings
Description/youtube link: Shooting Star Press

Finisher #2: Sugar & Razorblades
Description/youtube link: Scar [sorry, I don't have a link or anything...all I know is that it's a submission move that Matt Hardy used or uses]


Trademarks:
1] Pretty Little Problem [Twist of Fate]
2] Dead Is The New Alive [Fisherman DDT]

Character's Biography.
Not much is known about Noella's past, even by Noella herself. All that is known for sure is that she was adopted at age one from a Seattle orphanage by the Buchanan couple of California and has never known her real family. After finding out the truth when she was 16, she ran away from home and decided to try to find her real family. Along the way, she stumbled across wrestling, and decided to take it up as a way to earn some money. She hasn't had much luck with professional federations, but hopes to change that.

Detailed Entrance.
The opening riffs of "Skinny Little Bitch" tear through the speakers, and catch the attention of the audience in attendance. The lights begin to flash bright pink and from out of the curtains steps Seraphim, commanding the stage with nothing more than her presence. She glances out at the capacity crowd, before marching down the ramp in her knee-high buckled combat boots. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, she pauses to glance out at the crowd again before nimbly leaping up to the apron. Stepping in between the top two ropes, she leans back to pass her torso through, earning herself a few catcalls from the lucky bastards in the front row who just got an eyeful down her Victorian-style corset. She simply struts to the centre of the ring and stands there patiently, her hip cocked to the left and her hand resting comfortably on it.



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