Mishaggi's Box of Goodies!

[Mishaggi]

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

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Description
Name: Ginger Brook (Knows ad Brookie)
Age: 38
Gender: Female
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?
Species: Human
Equipment:
Jimmy

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Issued: G26D Handgun

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Gerber LHR Combat Knife

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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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Suited up:

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Growing up in the Gutter CS




Name: Danielle Price
Nickname: Dizzy
Age: 17
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
Age: 19
Species: Born Werewolf
Blood Status: Pure breed werewolf
Appearance:

Transformation:
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
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Age: 19
Gender: Female
Power Type: Majin
Power Theme: Fire manipulation
Weapon Appearance: n/a
Skills:
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.
Fire 'balls'
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.

[Mishaggi]

The Orphans

Name : Zona Gilligan Roche (Pronounced Zone-a Gilligan Roach)

Age: 16

Personality: Outgoing, friendly, honest, adaptable to situations, caring and determined. Always sees the bright side of life and she loves adventure. She doesn't always come up with the best plan but she always has everyone's best interest at heart. She's a natural born leader and is passionate if theres a cause.

Special Skill: Adventurer, she'll be the one who will jump at the opportunity to discover more.

How will you contribute?: She'll be the one to get everyone motivated and involved. She'll act like the glue that holds everyone together and the one who will try and get things done. If she can, by everyones vote of course (I made the role-play but that doesn't make me god) she will act as a leader.

History/Bio: Zona had grown up wishing for a life with more, but I guess.. who in Caldor doesn't? She never blamed her parents though, they'd done everything they could with the little that they had. Her father was a watchmaker. But it was more of a passion that a job. He made the most complicated and intricate designs, each unique and personal, tailored to the buyers personality. He found his passion in the idea that time was a valuable but fleeting gift, and why accompany it with cheap junk? And so he started his business of custom watches. It was successful, but he was too modest. Charging too little for so much. But he hadn't done it for the money, just like his wife, he feared wealth. Wealth was the source of all evil, especially in a place like Caldor. But he could also build much more than watches. Her father never admitted it, but he was a genius. He could design and make anything using his gears and cogs. And he did, but they weren't for sale, they were for his family, it was their way of owning a possession of worth. Her mother was completely different. She was a storyteller, she wrote books but.. they weren't the same. Her mother had a beautiful voice and a vivid imagination, her stories could inspire and life anyone, even in their darkest days. The way she spoke was mesmerizing, and the way she captured peoples minds was magical. So this had been Zona's childhood. A warm, loving family, and an adventure in every way possible. For her 8th birthday her father gave her a pair of goggles with and adjustable lens size that zoomed in on anything she looked at (shown in equipment), and her mother had given her the idea of a game; to find people walking around the streets, paying close attention to their appearance, and imagine their life and who they were. She was an extraordinary exception, and a just plain lucky given their circumstances. But she still had dreams of being trapped, falling into the cycle of life in Caldor and never seeing a world outside the blanketed smoky horizon of the dirty, rat-infested city. She wanted adventure, she wanted to embark on a quest, to do something that made her someone. To change someone else's life. That was her wish. But she was grateful for the life her parents had given her. She didn't know what she would do without them. But she would soon find out. It happened at the dead of night, she'd been asleep in her room in the attic, they'd given it to her so she could look for the stars with her goggles. She'd heard a knock at the door, lowered voices. Then silence.
Short Story:
Her parents were taken and their house burnt to the ground. Zona was lucky enough to escape but she was unlucky enough to watch her parents being silenced and taken against their will and thrown into a black car. The events of that night haunt her but she still manages to look at every day as a new adventure.

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After a few short breaths she heard heavy footsteps, they stopped when they'd reached right underneath the trap door that opened into her room. On the other side she could hear her fathers voice coming out in a whisper.
"Zona, honey, are you awake?" he said, his voice shaky.
"Daddy?" she replied, crawling to the trap door. She tried to open it, it had been locked from the other side.
"I need you to be a big girl right now. Don't make any noises, and listen. I wont be able to talk for much longer"
"Dad whats happening?"
"Your mother and I have to go away for a while. I need you to know that we both love you very much-
"Whats going on?"
"Honey-"
"That's long enough! Get what you need and come with us now or we will use force!" Came a voice from the floor below. Her heart stopped. She hadn't recognized the voice.
"You must not make any noises now Zona." He continued, his pace had quickened. "Do not leave until the house is silent. You know how to pick a lock. Theres some cans in the cupboard, and bread on the table. Grab your things-"
"Thats it! We're coming up!" The voice boomed and more heavy footsteps thudded along the wooden floor.
"Only take what you need and don't speak to anyone. Be safe. I lo-" He never finished his sentence. She heard the door being forced open and raised voices filled the room. She brought her hands to her mouth to keep from screaming and scattered back away from the trap door. There was a loud bang and she heard glass being shattered. Tears welled in her eyes as the chaos grew louder. Then came a loud thud. She swallowed. The footsteps were now slowly fading away and she heard the front door being opened. For the first time that night she heard her mother. It was a cry of shock. She shut her eyes. This couldn't be happening. And then.. silence. She heard nothing but the sound of her own pounding heart. She listened in for more, her senses on high alert. And then she heard it. The sound of glass being smashed. And then a scream. Her mothers scream. But it wasn't in pain. It was in fear. Thats when she noticed it. A glow outside her bedroom window. Fire. Her eyes widened. Her fear had turned into panic.
"No! You can't! Zona!" Her mother screamed.
"Mum!" she she shouted as she ran up to the window. She saw them then. Men dressed in coats. Two were holding her mother back, another was holding her fathers unconscious body. One was standing outside a parked car, he was holding a glass container in one hand, the other empty. Her mother was knocked over the head and she went limp. Zona screamed again.
"Mum! No please! Mum! Dad! Help me!' she shouted at the window. The fire was rising. She could already feel her floor heating up. She turned around and ran to her backpack, pulling out her paperclips. She ran back over to her trap door and fumbled with the lock. It finally clicked open and she pulled open the trap door. Heat blew up in her face and she turned away from the opening and let the air rushing in to settle. She dropped in her make-shift rope ladder and climbed down with her backpack, dropping to the floor of her fathers work-room. She ran to the gadgets table and grabbed her goggles her telescope and her bracer. Flames were creeping up and around the door frame to the room. Then she noticed something out of the corner of her eye that was out of place. Her father was a perfectionist and he would never put something where it didn't belong. Shielding her face she ran over to the concealed item and threw away the cloth covering it. It was a gun. She stood there in shock before she was yanked back to reality as the doorframe collapsed and flames lit up the room. She grabbed the gun and shoved it in her bag with the rest of her things and ran back to the ladder. She made it just in time and slammed the trap door. Then her heart sank. What next? She looked around and nothing stood out more than her window. She felt the heat of the floor and decided she had no choice. She ran up to the window and hurled her body against it. Nothing. She rebounded off and fell to the floor. Her things spilled out and she quickly gathered them, then paused as she picked up her pointed telescope. She stood back up and ran up to the window, smashing it open with her telescope. She covered her face from the glass but quickly recovered and clambered on her shelf and out the window, a piece of glass sliced her leg as she pulled it out. She lost concentration because of the pain and her balance shifted. In a moment she was sliding down the roof of her house at an accelerated rate. She scraped at the roofing but she couldn't find a grip. She slid off the end of the roof but managed to grab hold of the drain pipe. It bent under her weight and slowly eased her onto the flat roof of her neighbors. She dropped down and crawled away from the burning building, looking back to see that the flames had reached her room. She sat there and watched as the flames devoured her home. And even when the flames finally subsides she continued to watch. Staring at the emptiness. When her mind had finally overcome she shock, her memory came flooding back to her. She remembered her fathers final worlds. Her mothers screams. Their still bodies as they were hauled into the back of the vehicle. And in that moment, her emotions gave in, and she cried.

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Equipment:
A gun that fires only rock salt.

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Goggles with adjustable zoom lenses.

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A compass that tells time time, year, month and day.

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Arm bracer with pouches.

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Extras?: Cant think of any, I pretty well covered a lot :P