Heres just a thread for me to keep track of all my characters because some I'm really quite proud of, and I wouldn't want to lose them as a result of a closed RP :3
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Fallen Glory CS
Name: Ginger Brook (Knows ad Brookie)
Personality: Quirky, a little lost, and a little absent minded. She's good at taking orders and follows them through. She's loyal, caring and trustworthy even though she can seem lost in a train of thought. She'd bubbly and generally friendly, not one to shy away or quieten down when something needs to be said but she's never rude or pushy. Her only flaw? You cant doubt her skill, motives or plan of action. She puts complete trust in herself and her ship. She's good at what she does, but the danger comes when she would willingly fly head first in an asteroid belt, claiming its a shortcut, and force the crew to blindly sit by as she maneuvers her way out of danger, its a little eccentric don't you think?
Issued: G26D Handgun
Gerber LHR Combat Knife
History: Brookie grew up in a broken home. Its no surprise she wound up driving down the wrong side of the road. And as a young teenager growing up exposed to the things she was, its no wonder she wound up pregnant. The baby brought with it its own problems. She was 16 and still had the rest of her life ahead of her and her 'motherly instinct' didn't kick in when all she could think about was how fat she was getting. Her boyfriend had left too. Ran out at the first signs of it. She didn't even tell him. He just packed up and left. She hated it. She didn't have epiphanies about how she was growing life inside of her. She didn't see the glamorous side of motherhood. She saw an end to her life as she knew it (if you could call it a life), and she wasn't ready to accept that. She did try to lose the baby. As inhumane and wrong she was, she couldn't have a baby. She couldn't become a baby mama. She couldn't stand the thought of the dirty looks people would give her. And somewhere deep inside her she did care, she cared enough to know that the baby deserved better. She tried and tried but she never lost the baby, and she never realized that the one thing she hated would end up saving her life. She'd been living with her best friend when her water broke. He drove her to the hospital and sat there holding her hand as she cried out to the doctors. The pain. The god damn pain. She swore and cursed and cried out at that baby more then she ever did to anyone before. She damned it to hell. It wasn't until her baby girl was placed in her arms, and she looked into its eyes did she stop. Overcome with emotion. She cried then, like she'd never cried before. She couldn't speak. Her baby. Her baby. And she'd hurt it. She'd condemned this innocent beautiful child. She never knew what this baby could mean to her until she'd looked into her eyes, her big round-bright brown eyes, and saw in them love. Untouched, raw, unwavering love. No one had ever looked at her the way her baby did. And her tears gave more emotion than she ever cared to show. She made a promise that day, a promise shared between their silence. A promise to protect this small pocket of happiness. Her savior. Her Angel.
Fast forward. It was a hot fleeting day and Angel had been left alone in the house with a babysitter. Brookie had been working on 2 jobs to pay the rent. Life was tough but smile in Angels eyes as she greeted her mum when she got home was all the encouragement she needed. Thats when the fleets came. And the sky darkened. Brookie was at work in a small cafe when a car parked outside caught alight and was blown off the ground. "Angel!" she cried and ran out, making her way through the crowds of people. She didn't pay attention to what was happening. She didn't care. All she knew was that if she had Angel in her arms, nothing would happen to her baby. She could protect her. She would protect her. She ran, her legs failing to keep up with her panic. When she reached her neighborhood she almost collapsed, heaving in air, trying to keep her body from giving in to the pain. She looked up then, and saw her shabby single floor house. And then she heard it. The sound of a baby's cry. She leapt towards the house but she was too late. Time almost slowed as she watched a path of an electrical fire light up her house and half the neighborhood. Her heart stopped. Life jump stated again and the blast erupted the ground, creating a mushroom cloud. The shockwaves send her already airborne body flying into the side door of a car.
She woke up, blood stained and sore. Multiple scars and bruises lined her body. But nothing, no pain could outweigh the emptiness she felt as she stared at the smoke cloud dispersing in the wind. A leveled neighborhood, and her Angel.. Gone.
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Growing up in the Gutter CS
Name: Danielle Price
Character Role(s): Underaged Prostitute, Full time slut
Personality: Dizzy knows who she is, and what she represents, and isn't afraid to show it. Her nickname best describes her. She's young, rebellious, and extremely lonely. She's also a brat. She's always gotten what she wants because of her looks, and if her looks don't work what she can do with her tongue will. She's emotionally damaged, messed up and really needs to get her priorities straight but somehow after years of hiding behind the mask of a shallow slut its become her thing. Her closest friends, if you could call them friends, wouldn't even recognize her without a miniskirt. She's flirty, witty and provocative. And is almost allergic to anything emotional. She couldn't care less about anyone but herself because at the end of the day.. Thats the only solid thing she has.
Bio: Dizzy wasn't always.. Dizzy. She used to be a normal girl, well-as normal as a hormonal girl gets. She'd always been pretty but she was once modest, never wore make-up. Covered most of her skin. A real nun. That was when she had her brother. They were close once, she'd always looked up to him. When her parents fought her brother was the one who snuck them out of the house, they went to their neighbors and stood outside the dusty shit-stained window to look in and watch the tele that they'd always left on. Then after she would sit under the window and he'd tell her stories of how he was going to get a job and he would save up and leave this hole. 'Will you bring me too?' She would ask. She'd make him promise. And he did. He promised. He lied. She heard him leaving too. The stupid twat! Shed thrown her things into a bag and ran out the back door and made it just in time to watch as he drove off in his friends two-seater. She decided two things that day. 1-All men are wankers. And 2-If you let yourself care, you let yourself get hurt. So don't. Don't let them walk out on you. Be the one to slam the door in their face. And fuck them. Fuck them all.
Secrets: Deep seeded abandonment issues.
Extra: She's got a British background and yes, she is from Misfits. If you watch that show you're a lad.
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Vanleer's Supernatural Academy CS
Name: Gabriella (Bree) Fáelán
Species: Born Werewolf
Blood Status: Pure breed werewolf
Seen standing slightly behind her..
Personality: Bree wants to believe she's a leader. Its all she's ever wanted. She's determined, strong willed and unwavering. Her most valued trait is her bravery-but she lives in constant fear. Not of the vampires, not of other werewolves. Of failure. Her own failure. The most important thing to her is her family, and the one thing she hates most in the world is vampires, and who could blame her. She was brought up exposed to strong opinions of anti-vampirism. She'll always try to take charge and comes off a little cold, and she should. Her mind was set the moment her father told her she could become alpha, if she trained hard enough. She had no time for distractions. She had a role to fill and a pack to lead. And she would do them proud.
Background: She'd been raised in a pack, and the wolves were her family, her own father being the alpha male. Her father was the wisest alpha ever to take charge. What he decided would become their unwritten law. He held unquestionable authority over the pack. It was something she envied as she grew older. Her parents loved her but she saw it in there eyes. They'd wanted-needed-a son. Someone to take control of the pack. Her father didn't trust the others or their sons. She'd always tried to take up the role. Always the first one to volunteer to do daily tasks. Always the first one to help out. But half the pack wouldn't listen to her and the other half who would were too afraid of changing their old ways. A girl could never lead. She would prove them wrong. She was the one who was first in line at every hunt. She was the one who pushed herself the hardest in any leadership training. She killed herself every day trying to please the pack, and she was strong enough, but never good enough. Thats when her father suggested the school. He believed in his daughter, he knew she could do it, and when ever she felt like giving up, she thought of him. He'd told her that she was as strong and as capable as any other wolf in the pack. But that was it. She was in line with them on a biased playing field. He told her to go and study the vampires, learn there ways. Her knowledge will be her advantage. She knew he was right, she had to do this, and when she returned. She would be a new person. What kind of person? Only time can tell.
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Aevum Phantasia - Into Eternity CS
Name: Josephine (Jo) Trench
Power Type: Majin
Power Theme: Fire manipulation
Weapon Appearance: n/a
Smoke Cloud or Puffs
So far the only power Jo seems to have is a small puff of smoke, and if she concentrates hard enough.. a big puff.
I say 'balls' because they're not really neat little pockets of flames. They're random bursts of fire that group together into one heap of hot burning mass that she can throw at her opponents.
Personality: Jo's a fighter. Always been. Always will be. She's easily aggravated and tends to fidget when she's made to sit for too long. She dreams big and is always forward thinking however she doesn't think about the consequences of her actions. She's like a rebellious teenager that never grew up. She's fast talking and rough and doesn't take bullshit. And most importantly; she already hates you.
Bio: Jo grew up tough. She'd learnt the hard way that the best way to survive was to build a higher wall than your neighbor. Her parents were together, and they were clean. No drugs, no alcohol. But there was no warmth in her family. She'd grown up in the outskirts on a small farm and learnt the basics of physical labour from her country dad. And at home she learnt the basics of emotions from her absent minded mother. Her mother was never happy. She was content, but empty. A hollow shell of a person. And slowly it grew onto Jo. She could see her future. And it scared her that it was so bland. Day in and day out of the same damn thing. She would probably marry someone she couldn't even hold a conversation with like her parents did. They'd been in love once, her mum had told her. Once. Well love fades. Away from home she'd distract herself with her imagination. That was her company. And it was the best company she could ask for. She'd always imagined adventure, real adventure. A life lived where you don't know how you're going to get from point A to B without danger, and the fear, and the excitement. A life with purpose. And something to strive for. Something-Anything-other than what she had. You wouldn't be surprised that when she woke up in the middle of the corpse world a small part of her smiled. You also wouldn't be surprised at how pissed off she'll be when she discovers her power, the magical energy that she can channel with her mind. Her mind. The mind that created enough adventure to distract her from the real world. Is nothing but a puff of smoke.
Other: Although the picture has her smoking she doesn't smoke. She's as clean as her parents. She also has a tattoo of a compass on left wrist to remind her that she'll always have an adventure waiting for her.