REAL NAME
Tiana (The Frog Princess).

CURSED NAME
Tiffany Naveen.

AGE
Twenty Five.

APPEARANCE
Tiffany is an African American woman, with big brown doe eyes and a large endearing smile to match. Changing her hair often, Tiffany is never usually seen with the same hair style for more than a few months at a time. She has black curls naturally, but during this period has blonde faux locs. Her style is on the higher end, a mix between business and cocktail hour. She is very well manicured from head to toe, inside and out. Her body is very petite, if not underweight (surprising, based on the food she makes) standing at barely five foot and weighing less than one hundred and five pounds. She has a few scars from the stove top, and a few nicks and cuts from a wild knife now and again. Her ears and pierced once, and she has two tattoos- a set of two crowns under her armpit.

PRE-CURSE OCCUPATION
Restaurant owner and chef.

POST-CURSE OCCUPATION
Florist delivery girl.

WORLD ORIGIN
1920's New Orleans.

FAMILY MEMBERS
Father: James (Deceased)
Mother: Eudora (Hasn't been found post curse)

MAGIC USER
A little voodoo never hurt anybody.

PERSONALITY
Workaholic. Stubborn. Old Fashioned. Independent. Social. Resourceful.

BACKSTORY
Before the curse Tiana was raised by a small but loving family in the heart of New Orleans. Her mother was a dressmaker and seamstress for a wealthy family, where they received quite a bit of their income from. Tiana's father introduced her to cooking, and with that she fell in love with the idea of opening a restaurant with her Dad. Unfortunately, her father passed away before that dream could ever happen- and Tiana found herself overworked with several jobs until she finally found the money to open up her own place. That is the last thing she remembered in her pre-curse life so far.

Tiffany has spent her young adult hood as a florist; both designing and delivering arrangements as a means to be creative at work. She loves to cook and can cook up a very mean gumbo. Tiffany doesn't have much time for play and is usually always busy with work or some project going on. Tiffany believes friends are a blessing, but definitely believes you need to work before you can play; and not the other way around.

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Name: Cecelia "Cece" Tinsley.
Age: Twenty-Eight.
Sex: Female.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Newly Engaged.

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Height: Five foot five.
Weight: One hundred ten.
Hair: Sandy brown.
Eyes: Hazel.
Skin Tone: Pearl.
Appearance: Cecelia has a gentle round face, with large and endearing eyes. Being well manicured and athletic is of the utmost important to Cece when it comes to her appearance. She keeps her hair short and well managed, eyebrows shaped thin and makeup often a bit too dramatic for the occasion. When she was younger her older sister broke her nose and it is something she is very self conscious about.

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Likes: Home cooked meals. Dancing. The movies. Being independent.
Dislikes: Driving. Winter. Chauvinist men. Too much cigarette smoke.
Skills:

• Decent singer and dancer. Not quite the triple threat.
• Always on time, if not a few minutes early.
• Memorizes numbers and patterns with ease.
• Cooks like a chef, loves like the milk man.
• Organization, alphabetizing, and sorting.

Brief History:

• Born and raised in New York: Small family of four. youngest child. Full bleeding Americans.
• Completed primary and secondary school, but no further education that that.
• Worked as a waitress at a small ma' and pa' diner serving burgers and milkshakes.
• Swooned by her now fiance while she was working at the diner. He is a salesman with an appetite.
• Mother and older sister get her a job offering as a switch board operator.
• Is currently on last warning notice for work due to inappropriate phone behavior.

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The heavy smell of smoke lined the air of the small living room apartment. "Must you do that in the house?" Cecelia's nose wrinkled, sure her own fingers were stained and her lungs riddled with tar; but she never did it in the house of all places. Otto made a grunt as he looked through the newspaper. He had been having a rough week, and with Cecelia's heavy spending in the last few months- it seemed that with whatever money came in was going out just as fast. When he lowered the paper slightly he was met nose to nose with Cecelia. A dangerous look in her eye as her flat mouth upturned into a smirk. "Come on Daddy. You promised me." Otto returned a raised brow, as he took his paper and rolled it up before smacking her on the bum. "Dinner was meant to be ready wasn't it? Perhaps I should get in line at the soup kitchen? With your spending we will be there by next month." his playful tone quickly had turned sour, and the kiss they had just exchanged lost it's glory.

Cecelia began to speak, but Otto wasn't interested in small talk, he placed the paper down and walked to the kitchen, where the pot roast had been sitting in it's piping hot gravy for only a few minutes. Sitting in one of the living room's side chairs for a moment to gather her nerve; Cecelia's eyes wandered to the crumpled up paper. E z beth Hob was all she could make out of the advertisement before she lifted herself off the chair a bit to reach over to the paper to investigate it much more. They said curiosity killed the cat, and Cecelia was thankful for her nine lives. Elizabeth Hobbs read the advertisement as it came into better view.

"That sounds familiar.." she spoke out loud, as her brain brought her to the telephone call she had transferred earlier while at work. Dancing over the words, the ad was just the right amount of exciting and curious to peak her interest. Were these type of things real? They truly couldn't, but Cecelia had seen enough impressive parlor tricks that if even if this was a facade it would be something good to gossip about at work and home...

"This pot roast is cold." Otto's voice rang out suddenly from the kitchen.

"Heat it up!" Cecelia exclaimed as she stood up, paper in hand as she walked to the coat rack to adorn herself in her lavish black fur coat and matching hat. Shoving the paper in the inner pocket, she opened the door and slammed it behind her. Otto could survive an hour without being doted on. Cecelia had an important woman to speak to.

Color Code: c4df9b
Face Claim: Claudette Colbert
Font: Engebrechtre
Theme Song: ♪
Bessie Smith - Nobody Knows You When You're Down & Out
_{Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spending my money, I didn't care
I carried my friends out for a good time,
Buying bootleg liquor, champagne and wine}

¤ APPROXIMATE AGE:
Mid to late twenties.

¤ WHAT ARE YOU?
The Breeder. I own a slew of women, who give us our children, who give us OUR future. I've given men plenty of warriors, for a generous price. If you have the right pay, I will give from my loins a strong son to carry your name for now and ever more. Tonics, medicines, and more I sell them from my wares to keep you strong, keep you sane.

¤ WHAT DEFINES YOU?
Hot.



¤ WHO ARE YOU?
My mother Varnish and my father Aerosol were strong, clever, unwavering. I too share these traits. My mother raised many children those she carried herself and those who shared not but one drop of blood with her. I followed her footsteps and expanded on her dreams. I took useless women, homeless women, women with no future and gave them EVERYTHING. I gave them a purpose. I gave them the power to give life, and to take life as they pleased. I gave them FREEDOM. I too have given three men their sons, two in which have died with honor aside their father in battle and one who cannot look me in the eye for I am his MOTHER but I am not his mother. I love him, my sweet Grocery for he and his father knows not what I sacrificed. I am hated by some, but none will speak it to my face.

¤ WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I look for peace within myself. I do oh so much for every one and get only trinkets and treasures in return. I loved to be adorned with the beautiful but it only means so much for so long. The birds on the beach they stare, they gawk and squawk at the sparkle but they do not keep me warm at night. They keep my stomach full They do not stimulate my brain, my heart, my deepest crevice of my soul. I am meant for more. I am needed for more.

¤ WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?
The future is ours, and only we can build it. We are only growing smarter, faster, stronger as each generation comes and goes. Our ancestors were only just the start of something, but we and our children and our children's children will be even better yet. I've watched them grow, I've watched them learn they are adapting and surviving so much better than we. Their minds are pure and unaltered by substances. Do they not know of their own strength?

¤ WHAT DO YOU FOLLOW?
My hips, I follow them as they defy the odds splitting in half to deliver warriors. They then serve as a tool as many children are carried across the earth, fed from my own body and taught the lay of the land and the way of people through innocent eyes. They then are used for persuasion; to start the process from where once it came, a ritual. An exchange. They bring me home.

¤ A SCARCITY EMBODIED:
Love is something I have not yet seen in my life. That is a lie. I have loved many in one sense of the word, but not in the one I plead for. I love all children, as my mother did- I will take them all in if they have a chance to thrive. Even the ones who do not make it are used for their parts to bring strength to others. I loved my parents, my siblings, I love the women who I have saved and live with me. I love the thrill of a night, and the pain of child birth, but one's heart does not feel full from these.

¤ BASIC INSTINCTS:
One must always check for any wound, rash, or the oddities before allowing to lay with a free woman, they are not for just fun they are not just for release. The price of my child is not just worth it's weight in treasure. Do not cut your hair, it is your link to the spiritual realm.


¤ WHAT DO YOU MOST REGRET DOING?
I lied and told a man his child had died in child birth. I knew that he would not want a daughter, he had said that he would use her the unthinkable rather than treat her well. I hid her for three years, until he found out of my tangled web. He murdered his daughter Panasonic, his own flesh and blood in front of my eyes. The women and I sobbed for hours until we could not cry any more. Twix did not work for weeks. The men took Pan's body and I did not dare ask what came of her. They would not let me recycle her.

¤ WHO DO YOU OWE?
Bucket, he saved my life once and I have yet to repay him.

¤ WHO MAKES YOU FEEL SAD THE MOMENT YOU LAY EYES ON THEM?
Avenue. He speaks of the dead and the dead speak to him. I fear what they've whispered, screamed, and chanted to him is making his insides dark. He is a good man deep down, but he frightens me. For what I am not afraid of, I am grieved by.

¤ WHO WANTS YOU ALL TO THEMSELVES?
Deodorant will not keep his hands off of me, I told him I do not want a man who takes young boys as slaves. He disgusts me. I will never bare his child, and I do not allow him in my women's homes. I plead that his name will die with him, I beg that he will never find happiness or joy.

¤ WHAT DO YOU WORSHIP?
I worship the human body, for it is above all. It works the way it is meant to work and when it doesn't it still provides nutrients and life to other bodies. Do you ever wonder why your body parts fold into one another so perfectly? There is a reason for this, and it should be celebrated.



When a warrior is born from my body, I have moments where my heart beats rapidly and my legs can not function as they lose their strength. My breath becomes shallow and the millions of colors that exist in our world spin around my eyes and through my ears like a banshee of the night. So much noise, it's unbearable and no amount of pain can cover the sound of the screaming. I have only experienced this three times, and though it is frightening it brings me peace when the sound of screaming is replaced with a joyful lone cry.



_{The Breeder, huh? I've heard of you. Never set foot in your establishment though. Fuck no. But I'm no moral authority to judge you, anyway.}

¤ ONE OF YOUR WOMEN HAS GONE MISSING. WHICH ONE? WHO DO YOU THINK TOOK HER?
Twix, without a doubt. She is my most troubled out of the twenty under my wing, her name is always on the mouth of many. She has been involved in so much altercations that I have taken to threats and punishments to keep her in line. She does not follow suit. I can not leave her though, or she will be killed. I'm the only thing standing between her and her death. All the other women agree.

¤ WHO'S YOUR BEST CUSTOMER? WHAT MAKES THEM STAND OUT?
Sparrow. She comes not for a child, but for companionship. Her pleasure comes not from the flesh. She brings treasures for me without nothing in return, I offer her whatever I can in return, but mostly a ear to listen and a shoulder to rest on. I love her as a sister.

¤ WHOS BABIES DO YOU WANT TO HAVE?
Alcohol. I am not one to be swayed by power, but it doesn't hurt anything. He runs this town fairly and has treated me and mine well. He cares about the children as I do, and I think he believes that the future is important to us here. Our seed could continue this legacy.



¤ THEME SONG
XXYYXX - ABOUT YOU
_{In the sea of night where my soul is real
Broken visions let the darkness heal
And the dream of life will surely reside
I can hear your heart, I can touch your skin
Feel the whole world breathing from within
I can live in here forever inside.}

𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴

Charlize Cousineau.

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁

Female.

𝙰𝙶𝙴

Twenty One.

𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷

February 6th, 1999.

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

Charlize is very petite, standing just over five feet tall, and weighing less than one hundred pounds on a good day. She has dark brown doe eyes set deep in pearl toned skin. Her dark brown hair is kept curly and short, resting right at her shoulders. Being jailed at The Daedalus Corporation has left little room for manicuring outside of the basic washing, but Charlize remembers a time where she was very into her makeup and hair, and even fashion.

𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick..Tick...

The sound of the upstairs kitchen clock had drove the man completely insane. He had murdered his daughter in a fit of rage, gave her a warning shot straight into her chest. "Charlize?" the man whimpered, leaning over his only daughter. She wasn't breathing, her already soft tone was disappearing, her skin becoming ice to the touch. "Charlie, Charlie speak to me." The man became angered, blaming her for sneaking into the house, and for sneaking out of the house in the first place. Why would she have done that? She knew it was wrong, she knew it was not the right type of thing to do in the neighborhood they lived in. Why?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

The man ripped the clock off the wall, as it continued to tick in his hands. "I must save her!" he sobbed, putting the clock underneath his arm as he approached his daughter's limp body. He took her by the arm and dragged her. Why was a dead body so heavy? Her blood soaked the wooden floors in a deep crimson line. The man pulled and dragged, sobbing. He let her body hit every basement step as he pulled her down into his workshop. His workshop served as the area where he fixed junk items, and found refuge when his wife had left him 10 years ago. He leaned down and hoisted her body up onto the table with all his might, his tears and harsh words filling the dim room, and the next door neighbor's bedroom.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

"Damn you, you stupid bitch!" the man yelled at the clock, throwing it across the room into a pile of his hoarded trash. He ran over to his tool shelf, grabbing saws, drills and parts alike. He was insane. He was desperate. An hour went by at the very least as he worked and worked with his daughter, his only child. Her body made up of machine parts, and mangled organs but her face remained the same, those doe eyes stared back at him as he worked. "God damn you!" he screamed, why did she keep staring at him? The neighbors became more curious, and called the police. "I think Charles Cousineau is drinking again." they said, and the dispatcher knew. They had been there many times before. Eventually police swarmed the house. Arresting Charles for the murder of his daughter. The smell of whiskey on his lips. The smell of fear on his heart. "What kind of sick bastard would do this?" the chief asked, in the living room of the Cousineau house. The silence was the answer. No one knew.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock kept on.

Charlize could hear the clock in the corner of the room. Her eyes opened as the pain swept over her body. "Help" her voice rasped out, barely a whisper. "Help me" she called. The sound of the clock overpowering her voice, even though it was just a faint sound. Charlie stared at the ceiling in the dim basement. Her body parts felt heavy, her memories hazy and incomplete. She found enough strength to knock a tool off the table. It was enough to alert the police upstairs, and before she knew it she was being rushed to the Daedalus Corporation Center. She belonged there now, away from normal humans, away from the past she knew. In time she began to learn how to live again, not very well, but she was learning.

In what felt like a debt to Daedalus Corp. for saving her, she pledged she would help any way she could, and takes orders from whoever gives them to her. After a just a couple years under this rule, and speaking to fellow inmates that were jailed there like her, her tune has changed around. Though she is grateful for them keeping her alive, this wasn't a life that was worth living.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

It may be a mix of programming and last grasp's of her humanity, but Charlize is overall a very kind and soft spoken person. She finds what she remembers as happiness and joy in the small things in life, despite her lack there of. She is very independent, not relying on anyone to get her daily tasks and missions done. She works better with praise and reward, and doesn't take too well to negative reinforcement. Nocturnal and restless, Charlize rarely rests- pacing, humming, or figuring something out constantly.

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙴𝙳𝚄𝚁𝙴𝚂

Re-wired what her father had destroyed and left mangled. They made her "alive" once more, replacing parts with titanium structure, and [REDACTED] as issued by Daedalus Corporation. Some used car parts here and there, a melted down children's swing set too.

𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂

Charlize has been found extremely useful for creating and making the resources for bio-fueling. She is able to mass produce plant and plant-derived materials quicker and more efficiently than any human. Besides this objective, her integrated parts have made most human needs not as necessary. Things such as hunger, bladder control, hygiene, energy, fun and social interactions are not as important to her everyday life.

𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

▸ Song Bird: Always humming, whistling or singing a tune.
▸ Green Thumb: Loves gardening, and researching different plant life.
▸ Tinkerer: Can take items apart and put them together, most of the time.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝚄𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃? 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴?

I value what is left of my human body, my memories that sometime slip in to view and the feeling of true emotion that I can't stop. When tears fall from my eyes, I am grateful for it means that there is a little bit of me still left inside. I'm most afraid to lose those tears, those memories, the butterflies for when I feel most alive. When those are gone, I might as well be gone too.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾, 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽?

I loved being outside on a warmer summer night, in the middle of the city life back home. I used to dance the night away with my friends, we'd laugh until our stomachs hurt. We'd fall in love with someone for the night and then never speak of them again. I miss that.

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃?

To break free, regain a real life. The corporation gave me my life back, and I thank them for that- but this is not the life a second chance deserves. I want to get out and never look behind me. If the others want to seek revenge, by all means I support them but for me, I want to forget all of this ever happened. I just want to forget this to make room for the memories to come.

𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁

VIKTORIA MODESTA - PROTOTYPE
_{I AIN'T ANOTHER PROJECT
I'M JUST MESSING WITH YOUR LOGIC
I'M PROGRESSIVE, NOT AGGRESSIVE
I'M A PROTOTYPE}

{NAME}
Louis "Call me Lou" Liu.

{AGE}
Twenty One.

{GENDER}
Male.

{SEXUALITY}
Heterosexual.

{HOMETOWN}
Born and raised in Alaska.

{STYLE}
Artistic, with a splash of slight dork.

{DISPOSITION}
"Well that was very odd..do you think it could happen again? Huh?"

{MAJOR}
Culinary.

{DORM ROOM}
Haven't been assigned yet.



{LIKES & DISLIKES}
+ Wearing hats of various styles, colors, and sizes.
+ Cooking for his friends, family, and other loved ones.
+ Visiting his Grandmother during breaks from school.
x The smell of bad coffee.
x People who think the color purple is considered a "girl" color.
x When people do not properly wash their dishes and pans.

{INTERESTS & HOBBIES}
+ French pastries and other baked goods.
+ Playing mobile games.
+ Collecting gum from the underside of tables around campus.
+ Checking Facebook to see if anyone has accepted his friend requests yet.
+ Finding recipes to try to feed to his new room mates.
+ Winter outdoor activities; ice fishing, hunting, sledding etc.

{BELIEF}
"All people are good people, when they are bad- they just needed something good to eat."

{DRIVE}
Humanitarian

{FEAR}
That his grandmother will pass away while he is wrapped up in school work.

{REGRET}
Not focusing on things that make me happy, sooner.

{SECRET}
Has blow his nose purposely into a classmate's meal before, and let them serve it for an exam grade.







{INTELLECT}
[2] Lou has never been considered the smartest person on campus, but he isn't below average in any means. He does well in most of his classes, and usually falls somewhere between a low A or B grading score.

{SOCIAL}
[4] Despite being on the odd side, Lou doesn't have any trouble talking to strangers like he has known them for a long time. He sometimes overshares things and can make people uncomfortable with his lack of consideration for personal space. However, when you get past his quirks he's a really good friend to have on your side.

{NERVE}
[1] Lou is VERY suspicious and absolutely hates anything that has to do with the supernatural or ghosts. He sleeps with a night light and requires his feet to be tucked up and under the blanket. He scares easily and doesn't like when people sneak up on him.

{ENDURANCE}
[1] With the love of food, comes a little bit of love of the couch. Lou is not in the best shape, and doesn't like to waste his time working out or keeping up with anything that involves too much work. He does enough running around the kitchen to consider any extra work.

{AWARENESS}
[4] Sometimes you have a piece of spinach in between your teeth and Lou will make sure you are aware of this. He likes to point out a lot of things that are going on in his life, your life, the situation and many more. He notices when things aren't quite right. This trait has helped him when he is seasoning a meal more than once.

{RESOURCES}
[1] Lou lived a fairly lower class life; he received a scholarship to attend Upper Lake Institute and wants to make sure he uses it to it's fullest potential. His remaining family is relying on him heavily to succeed, and he will have to do solely on his own.

Name:
Barbara Jane Mills.

Age:
Twenty Three.

Sex:
Female.

Sexuality:
Bisexual.

Relationship Status:
Single.

Occupation:
Photography major in college. Cashier at the convenience store.



Height:
Five foot three.

Weight:
One hundred twenty.

Hair:
Various tones of blonde, naturally sandy brown. All lengths- varying.

Eyes:
Blue.

Skin Tone:
Peach.

Appearance:
Barbara is petite, standing at around Five foot three and weighing anywhere from one hundred twenty to one hundred twenty five pounds. She doesn't work out too often, but does a lot of walking and heavy lifting at work. She also does some dancing on the weekends which helps burn off the calories of the fast food she mostly eats. Babs has sandy brown hair and blue eyes, she hates her nose but wouldn't go as far as having plastic surgery to "fix" it. Her clothing style is very much comfort over fashion. She will be mostly seen around with plain sweaters, shirts, jeans, leggings, and sometimes on a special occasion a dress or two. She loves her Timberlands- being originally from New York she has several pair and considers them a staple in any outfit. Barbara doesn't have any predominant scars or markings across her fair skinned body. She has a single pierced lobe on each side of her head and no tattoos as of yet. She plans to get one when she can save up the money for it after finishing school this summer. She wears glasses for seeing, and not just for fashion.



Likes:
Traditional photography.
Fashion.
Pizza.
Calligraphy.
Dancing.
Attending school/learning.

Dislikes:
Summer heat.
Country music.
Vegetables.
Having to wear her glasses.
Scary movies.
People who cancel plans.

Positive Traits:
Sociable.
Outgoing.
Responsible.
Passionate.

Negative Traits:
Easily manipulated.
Anger issues.
Stubborn.
Aloof.

Perfect Date:
My perfect date? Something outside during the fall or even the winter. I'm not the most athletic person, but something a bit more active is way more fun than just sitting around. I might get a little caught up in taking shots of the memory so you'll have to bring me back now and again. I know they have so many better technologies than this piece of crap, but I kind of am a traditionalist! Make me laugh, make me cry. Just don't be boring. I need someone who can keep up with me, since my mouth and brain are always on the move.

Worst Date:
I don't have time for small talk, and I don't have time for the usual. While dinner and movie can be fun it shouldn't be considered a date but just a thing to do every once in awhile. If you talk about only yourself and can't take a moment to enjoy the date, then I don't see it going very well into the future.

Skills:

• Photography, and other creative outlets.
• Makes friends easily.
• Not terrible at dancing.
• Street smarts, and some book smarts.
• Can tell you what or what isn't a good pizza.

Brief History:

• Parents met in Washington. Got pregnant.
• Parents divorced. Mom met new man through off brand TAP program.
• Moved family to New York.
• Grew up in Brooklyn, well rounded life.
• Started college, and got into the work force.
• Mom encouraged her to start her own family.
• Signed up for TAP.

"You talking about pizza like, you don't think I know about pizza?"

The Brooklyn raised girl retorted to her coworker as they sat together at lunch that afternoon. A look of disbelief on her face, but in a playful way. "I was raised in Brooklyn, I know about pizza. It's in the freaking water." she commented, as her coworker laughed. "Barbara you're ridiculous." she said as the two giggled. Babs continued to fold in half and eat her slice of pepperoni pizza that she had got from one of the heaters in the convenience store. It was not a very good slice but it would suffice until she could eat later. She thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night for her parents and her.

She reached to her phone that sat on the table, sending a text to her mother while she thought about it.

Cant wait to see you two looooosers. I love you. Ttyl.

Sending she looked up to her co-worker. The two exchanged friendly smiles, continuing their lunch as normal without many more words spoken between them. After finishing her pizza, she wiped her hands with an napkin and tossed the paper plate they had given her in the trash. Crumbling the greasy used napkin along with it. She went back to the table and grabbed her cellphone and walked back to her cash register where she would start again on her so called job. After a few hours of this she clocked out and went home.

While setting up dinner for her parents, Barbara's mom showed her the advertisement for the program.

"Absolutely not.

Babs said, shaking her head. Her mom automatically retorted, "What do you have to lose?!" It was true, she didn't have much to lose- and her dating game hadn't been the most successful as of late. "Frank and I met this way kind of, and it worked out for us." this much was also true. Barbara, swiped the advertisement- sending it to her own personal phone. She would check it out later, and maybe join.

Maybe.


Color Code:
c26f3e

Face Claim:
Lene Ketter {lookbook.nu/leneketter}

Theme Song:

NAME//
Charlize Chevrolet.

AGE//
Twenty Two.

GENDER//
Female.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION//
Heterosexual.

HEIGHT//
Five foot three.

WEIGHT//
One hundred and forty five pounds.



APPEARANCE//
Short, sweet, and good enough to eat. This young girl is about five foot three tall, and weighs a bit over one hundred and forty-five pounds. She naturally has blonde hair but ever since she has been a teenager has been dyeing (despite her grandmother's disapproving looks) it a vibrant and fun magenta color. Her eyes are dark, and sit in an almond shape upon her porcelain skin. Though fashion can be a pain in the ass, Char loves to dress up and do her makeup and hair as often as she can. She keeps very well manicured, and prides herself in knowing some of the newer trends before they start blossoming both IRL and in game.

RING LOCATION//
Lower class city ring.

OCCUPATION//
Charlize is an artist in the real world, selling her traditionally made art paintings. People in the inner most ring buy them for high price because they are a reminder of the old world. Within The Universe Charlize does use her artistic skills to customize people's avatars in exchange for miscellaneous items. She very rarely charges anything expensive, doing it as a fun hobby now and again, rather than a money earning business.

REAL LIFE SKILLS//
Charlize has a real eye for detail in the creative world, she likes to take her time in her creations and make the world a little more beautiful..even if not everyone agrees. When not using traditional arts, she knows her way around the digital systems as well.

LIKES AND DISLIKES//
+ Art
+ Homemade food
+ Swimming
+ Talking over mic
+ Fresh flowers
+ Movies

- Eating fish
- People who don't in game text back fast enough
- Hot summers
- Having long nails
- Rodents
- Sports

PERSONALITY//
Charlize is a sometimes naive, friendly, and when behind her avatar- a flirtatious charmer. She tends to make friends and keeps them for years, finding common interests and things to talk about with all of her clan mates. In game she is seen as level headed, loyal, and well spoken. Outside of game she can be a bit on the silly and outspoken side, sometimes falling into a sense of impatience and sensitivity with others that leads her to stay offline for a few weeks at a time. Her creativity is seen in both sides of life, as well as her overall cheerful attitude.

BACKGROUND//
Jenna Chevrolet was once a fifteen year old in the city inner circle. She fell in a whirlwind with an exciting eighteen year old boy during the summer one year, and in result Charlize came into the world. The unnamed boy left as soon as he went, and Char was raised by her mother and grandmother in the bustling city stacks, getting by with a little bit of a weight on their shoulders but fairly well off. When Charlize came of teenage age, Jenna didn't want her daughter following the same path that she had followed and felt that setting Charlize up to start a life in The Universe would give her a step up in life. You couldn't get pregnant in game, at least you couldn't just yet.

She quickly became a reoccurring beautiful face and charming personality that could not be forgotten even after users signed off..

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USERNAME//
Rosetta_Stoned, often referred by Rose or Rosetta.

APPEARANCE//
Rosetta is skinned as Widowmaker from an old game, Overwatch.

HOME//
Rosetta's home base is a very simple room in the many roomed hotel above The Universe's well known OUTDOOR SIMULATION. This area is for players to experience weather they have never experienced as well as outdoor activities they have only heard about. It is a non-pvp zone besides the occasional snowball fight. She has a very well decorated room, most in which she has created herself or was traded with for exchange of alterations.

FAME//
To be determined.

WEAPONS//
WIDOW’S KISS: "Widowmaker’s versatile sniper rifle is ideal for scope-aimed shots at distant targets. Should targets close to medium range, the rifle can also be fired in fully-automatic mode." Rosetta stayed with the skin's classic companion. Not spending a lot of time in PVP areas, Rosetta has not found the need to go all out for weapons, at least not yet.

ARMOR//
Basic skin, light weight armor. Her skin's recon visor allows her to see the heat signatures of her targets through walls and objects for a small amount of time. This enhanced vision is shared with her group team mates.

UTILITY ITEMS//
Completing her vintage skin combination, Rosetta kept her skin's two very distinct items. A grappling hook, as well as a small mine. When a target wanders within range of the mine’s motion trigger, it explodes, delivering a small poison gas to any enemies in the vicinity. It's a classic!

MOUNT//
MIDNIGHT STEED: This horse from the world of Elder Scrolls has a jet black coat and mane. Capable of keeping an even pace over long distances, this beast's spirit never ends. It has no other abilities besides a sturdy and simple ride from one small area to another. It is not anything special, and is used by most earlier level players. Rosetta has yet to find a reason to upgrade, but might if something were to catch her eye. Preferably something in magenta, but purple or pink will do.

ARTIFACT//
THE WITCHING HOUR: A very limited time use skin changing artifact (Only can be used around 4:00 AM in game time) that can incapacitate and sometimes even kill, a player if the skin wearer is startled by light or attacked with a small enough damage to awaken the inner beast from the game world of Left for Dead. It is best used when the player using said artifact is AFK or camping an area.

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RAMBUNCTIOUS ✖ BOSSY ✖ STUBBORN ✖ LOYAL

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INNOCENT ✖ CURSED ✖ IMPASSIONED

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FORTUNE TELLER ✖ MINOR PRECOGNITION ✖ BELLIGERENT LOON

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::Name::
Quinn Briony Varrs.

::Gender::
Female.

::Age::
Twenty Nine.

::Birthplace::
Chicago, Illinois.

::Former Life::
Struggling modern artist by day. Adult content podcast host by night. Mom for all hours in between.

::Appearance::
"Well at least you're funny! Right, Quinn?"

The young woman had heard the phrase all her life, as if it was atonement for being overweight, something she had struggled with since she was a kid. Quinn was plump, soft and gentle her weight sitting mostly in her midsection and thighs, and all other places from head to toe. Upon her head grew sandy brown, shoulder length, bone straight hair that she preferred to be dyed blonde. Crinkles when she smiles and laughs hazel eyes.

Quinn's style was very much a reflection of the windy city she was born and raised in. Lots of layering with a pair of form fitting jeans and boots in most of the seasons besides summer where the blistering humidity would be met with whatever sundress she could squeeze into. Earthy tones such as olive, burnt orange, and brown are her favorites. She would consider herself well manicured, often getting her eyebrows, nails, and hair done- when she could afford it. Makeup is pretty neutral besides a pop of color on the lips now and again, depending on her mood and the season.

::Personality::
Happy go lucky lady for the most part, Quinn always has a joke in her back pocket or a quick quip to make someone smile or get a chuckle out of. She struggles to find acceptance in everyone she comes across- often throwing herself under the bus before the person has a chance to do it to her due to her insecurities (regardless if they had plans to do so or not). She loves to sing, and has quite a decent voice. Quinn's hobbies include eating out at different dive bars, making art, watching hockey on television, listening to and recording podcasts, and recently learning how to be the best Mom she can muster.

After what Quinn refers to as the incident happened her traits just amplified, handling most situations with a smirk on her face but also having such strong anxiety that she often has to find some place to be alone to throw up her lunch. Her fight or flight has changed drastically becoming more of a fighter than ever before, where she would have never thought about taking another life. If you would consider these things life.

::Biography::
Quinn grew up in a working class neighbourhood in the Southside of Chicago. She was raised alone by her father Henry Johnson- a mechanic. Her mother Nancy Owens left when she was not much younger than three. Her childhood was fairly average and not very eventful. She received a basic education, average amongst her peers if not slightly below. She graduated high school on time at eighteen, and decided against going to college without much backlash from her father. She began making money as a front desk receptionist at the mechanic shop her father worked at, as well as a janitor at an art gallery.

This part of her life lulled on for about five years of repetition before she decided to stop doing janitorial work at the studio and began making her own art, by this time she had gotten married to a co-worker (Oscar) from the mechanic shop and gotten pregnant with their first child: Rowan. Oscar was very supportive of Quinn's dreams and told the woman as long as she always loved him and much as he loved her, she could do anything she desired. The two blossomed as they welcomed their second son: Leopold (Leo) just a few months before the outbreak.

Oscar and their two sons were in Minnesota visiting Oscar's side of the family during the outbreak and she hasn't heard word of them since. She wants to believe that they are out there safe, but as each year goes by she becomes less and less confident. Being a Ranger has brought her something to look forward to and perhaps even a means to move on from a fruitless dream of returning to her normal life.

::Gear::
• Her green winter jacket
• Plastic orange whistle
• Gas mask she found while out on a scavenging day
• Flare gun containing one red flare
• Baseball bat, modded with nails through it

::Skills::
• Great cook in a pinch, and without many resources
• Motherly, and able to sooth most
• Heavy set, and can use her weight to move most things
• Charming, easy to talk to and lean on when in trouble
• Tidy, often the one cleaning up their living area

::Flaws::
• Not in shape, slow and clumsy
• Doesn't trust newcomers very easily

::Other::
• Husband and two sons are possibly dead but definitely unaccounted for
• Allergic to cats
• Snores

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