[CHAR] 13: Game of Death

[ajeatstoast]

Instructions • Post your character sheet here using the template provided below. • Please do not post anything else here, all questions and comments should go to the OOC tab. Name: Age: Gender: Ethnicity/Nationality: Physical Description: It's probably best to actually describe the character if you are going to rely on a picture, or you can do without the picture if you like, but definitely describe. Personally, I don't really see the need for pictures, but to each his own. Skillset: Talents one has either naturally or through education or training of some sort. And no, you don't get fire power. I will cripple your character myself. Be warned. History: Explain how your character got there -- no 'the story will come out in RP' lines, please -- I want a feel for where your character is coming from. Feel free to work up names and places and so forth. Be sure to mention arrests or feuds and debts and such. < This is especially important. Not that I am asking for ways to torture your character, I'd just like to feel like I know them before giving them money. Surely you understand. :) Psychological Profile: An idea of how the character thinks and so forth; should be linked to the history. Also very important. Please take your time to flesh all of this out. Really makes everything more enjoiable

[Pudding]

Name: Amethyst 'Addy' Caze Age: 22 Gender: Female Ethnicity/Nationality: Inconspicuous

Physical Description

Long blonde hair, kept to one side with several invisible pins. Deep Orange eyes that seem dead and lifeless. Silver framed glasses that sit in front of eyes that see into nothing. Classy, yet casual office wear to look alluring, silver metal capped heels. Perfect for kicking heads in. Skillset: - Intelligence a super wiz with trivia and logic - Hacking, not a server or system she can't crack or crash... After a few hours behind a glass screen. - Obedient, does exactly as she is told. History: Addy was not a perfect child, she was always shy, quiet and found it hard to make friends. She was not born into a wealthy family, not even an average family. Her family was poor, barely managing to get by on food stamps and anything they could find. How the other children would mock her for how she looked, smelled, didn't fit in, was poor. Any reason to attack her emotionally, they did. Between the abuse at school, Addy still had to brave it on. Her home was no safe haven, she spent her entire life until she was seventeen in a rundown, 'cozy' house. Her mother was addict to all kinds of drugs, her father ran off when he decided he didn't want anything to do with them anymore, feeling as if keeping the one sane person Addy had left to cling on to was perfectly fine to up and run off. Addy took charge for the first time in her life. She found several part time jobs, one after the over, she worked for about two weeks before being fired. 'Antisocial', 'Blank', 'A ghost'. All things they saw her as. Unfit to work with people, Addy saw her golden ticket on the internet, where she didn't need to physically talk to anybody, or physically work. Now-a-days she spends most of her time locked up in a one room apartment. Working as an editor, computer software maker, or any technical web based job she can get her hands on to make money. All this time, she has been wiring money to her mother for rehabilitation, but it doesn't come cheap. She's starting to run out of options. Psychological Profile: Lonely. Amethyst craves attention, love and acceptance. Any basic sign of acknowledgement really. Most of the time, at night, if she is not glued to the screen of her PC, she huddles in the corner if her apartment room. Texting aimlessly to people she has met, for hours into the night. During the day, she hides behind her phone, to communicate, she uses her phone, or whispers. The way she acts are as if she doesn't see people as humans, but something else. This isn't to say she can't take care of herself, she is fully capable of bathing, eating, cleaning and living.

[AliceInRedHeels]

Name: Amelia "Amy" Thompson Age: 21 Gender: Female Ethnicity/Nationality: White/American Skillset: Acting- Amy has a real talent for it, being able to talk or 'act' her way out or in to most situations. Athletic - Having played sports Amy has a good concept of more complex motor skills Stealing- Learned from being forced to work the streets and alleys of Vandermere, seems to have a natural talent for it.

History

Displayed on a missing persons flyer was a happy woman with bright green eyes and chocolate mousse colored hair, this visage was splayed all over the town. After all who wouldn't notice the town's idol missing. Amelia, Amy as her friends would call her, was born in your average middle of nowhere township. Hillcrest, a little slice of heaven, at least thats what the residents thought of their small suburbia. It existed on the far outskirts of Vandermere, a large sprawling metropolis, along the western shoreboard. It had a quaint little atmosphere with its blue awnings over the shops on main street, flyers for the Hillcrest Raiders football team plastered up on ever corner, the manicured lawns and white picket fences surrounding the clandestine houses made it seem picturesque. Yet by the time Alice was 16 the town began to feel to small for her, her bored gaze often fell upon the rows of trophies and banners decorating her walls. Achievements that matched her parents, after all who would expect less then perfect from the mayor's daughter. Her tall psychic made her a natural at most sports, standing at 5'6" coupled with a lithe build gave her the requirements needed to meet her father's standards. Feeling trapt within the mundane life of sports, the thrill from the adrenaline and trips wore off long ago; Amy turned to a different outlet, one she had glanced at from afar watching the actors protrude across the stage with an air of confidence so different from that of the alpha jocks who ran the high school. Timid at first, often letting her bright green eyes trail the floor as she played with her hair nervous energy pooling in her stomach. Amy took a leap of faith and auditioned. The raptured look on the audience faces as she recited Shakespeare and Wilde was something new, a new thrill, a new craving, too see how far she could go, how far this would take her away from this town. It hadn't hit her how much she disdained her hometown until she started acting. To see actors on TV, to see the glamorous life they lead, not trapt in a dead end town, whete the most exciting thing was marrying your high-school sweetheart. There was a flyer. A bright yellow and blue flyer, sticking out from the mundane black and white of the rest cluttering the town's newsboard. It advertised an audition, Magik Studios was searching for new talent, and next weekend the audition would come to Vandermere. It was a way out, grabbing the flyer Amy hurried home, her eyes scanning the paper, her ticket out, over and over again absorbing every detailz memorizing the times and location. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she raced up the steps to her house. It's stature larger and more elegant then most of the town's homes, another perk of being the mayor's daughter. The slamming of a door echoed throughout the house as Amelia stormed into her room, launching herself onto the bed as she started up at the ceiling, replaying the hours last events in her mind. The hopeful wishing as she showed her parents the flyer asking if she could go, the shock and hurt when they shoot it down completely saying that no child of theirs was going to be some pompous freeloader on society doing nothing but recite pretty word for a camera. The hot tears welling in her eyes falling down to splatter on the flyer still clenched in her hand. She was going to go, there was little that would stop her, strengthening her resolve Amy packed her duffel bag with clothes and a few mementos, and quietly slipped out the window, making her way down to the busstop. A few months later, and a few failed auditions, she was too clean cut they said, too generic niet like the town she grew up in. Amy found herself in a downward spiral, going through stints of begging, abusive boyfriends, girlfriends, anyone that would give her a place to sleep. Her pride demanding that she'd stay in the city and make a name for herself; convinced that if she had enough money she could buy her way to stardom, she started working odds and ends jobs waitressing, singing in bars, stripping in bars, till she finally started to date Ricky Salon, a small time drug lord aiming to take over the underbelly of the city. Ricky was everything she could never get at home, dangerous, wild, cruel, controlling it wasn't long before she became addicted to him as much as she was to the drugs he sold, they were a ticket to her happy place. A relief from the wreck and failure her life had turned into always holding on to the promise that if she had the money it would be better, but all the money she earned went towards the drugs she needed and to paying for Ricky's gambling habits afraid he would leave her for someone else if she couldn't keep him happy. It wasn't long before he found a new toy and she experienced the cruel reality of heart break and the fickleness of men, finding comfort in a needle and the bottle, falling fast into a fatal spiral. She wouldve died in some back alley if not for Alexander White, the son of Don Tieri, currently ruling family of the city, also a prominent lawyer for the city. He took pity on the broken girl, saying he liked the look in her eyes, and nursed her back to help. Part of it was for information on Ricky, someone he was preparing to neatly sweep away under the rug of the judicial system. She knew that but still felt devotion to him, slowly trying to learn and find ways to be useful, whether it was gathering information or simply filing reports and papers for him. By the time she was twenty she had long since figured out that acting helpless and easy made for easier marks, often lifting men's wallets when they would help themselves to her drugs and her bed. It wasn't as bad as it used to be, no longer scared and looking towards Ricky for coddling and guidance, she had turned into a powerful young woman in her own right having several stakes in the prosperity of the Tieri Family, having slowly climb her way up the chain of command claiming stake over the gambling and whoring branch of the family. She's still searching for away to fame, wanting to do it with her own money not that gained through thievery and cheap tricks.

Psychological Profile: What was once a happy wishful girl was taken and completely contorted into another lost soul of the city then warped into a pawn for a power play before being cast back into the city scum then giving the chance to crawl back up has taken a heavy toll on Army's mental health. Several cracks have started to form in the wall of her learned happy-go-lucky mentality letting slip a cruel, cold almost curious persona as if shes searching for how far she can break someone before they crumble completely. In a sense testing to see how far along she is in that process. She still clings to the hope that by earning enough money she can become famous, that she can grace stages all over the country with her presence or else everything she's done and gone through has been pointless, and to face that reality would quite possibly destroy her very person leaving a hollow shell fueled only by the desire to pay back the Family for giving her a new lease on live. Severally loyal almost to a fault, she's not one to question higher ups unless there's a power gain possible, besides that Alexander's word is law to her, happily jumping to do his bidding, knowing that he has no real care for her but too entwined with the notion that he rescued her to care. Generally she comes across as a good natured person, seemingly honest and straightforward, she also carries a desire to help those that remind her of her naive youth.

[SilverWolfAngel]

Name: Kusa Le-Mont Aliases: Angel (for her singing). Azriel; (Angel of destruction; fighting, obviously). Age: 16 Gender: Female Physical Description:

Kusa le-Mont

Kusa has a sort of dangerous feel to her. It’s in the way she holds herself, along with the way she looks at people, a sort of veiled threat, a defensive mechanism that has got her into more fights than it averted. With a short shock of white hair and dark eyes, Kusa normally wears easy-to-move-in clothes, with the exception being when she is performing, in which case she wears something snazzy, or when she’s fighting, when she will wear easy-to-move-in clothes with little-or-nothing-to-grab-onto; therefore giving her opponent no advantages. Skillset:

• Karate (nothing fancy)
• Street fighting
• Singing
• Playing a few instruments (including guitar)
• Climbing
• Cooking
• Cleaning

History: Kusa grew up in a fairly normal family, in a normal district, of a fairly normal city. However when she was ten both parents died, leaving her and her older brother, Tymon, with an aunt who had ‘problems’. Tymon, a timid boy, got a handful of part time jobs when he was old enough, but even put together the money really wasn’t enough. Not to mention their aunt took all the money she could find, leaving little or none for rent, power, water, or food. Kusa who barely attended school, decided she had to do something and started busking. Being rather talented she quickly procured gigs that paid better that what Tym earned, but only barely. As of yet she hasn’t been arrested, the one time it looked likely, in a raid of the venue she was performing at, she had slipped out the back where she was tuning her guitar, and avoided getting caught, just. Another thing she started just recently is a form of street fighting, where people bet on the outcome, she fights and gets paid for it. Psychological Profile: Kusa is still quite innocent and naïve, even with how she lives, she somehow managed to keep that side of her intact, although that was completely unintentional. Other than that she loves music, Tymon, and her second-hand, beaten and battered, guitar. Fighting is a passion, and she is an adrenalin junkie, so pulling the occasional daredevil stunt is so up her street. Not amazingly ambitious Kusa mostly just wants to be able to live somewhere other than the minor hellhole that is her aunts flat. Getting angry for her is quite easy, it just sort of bubbles up inside, consuming her in a red mist, a need to destroy; and while it clouds her judgment quite a bit, she often employs it in fighting, letting her rage get her through. Kusa is also sort of scared of pain, an interesting thing considering her love of fighting, however if she gets hit or hurt even just a little that fear goes away, like sound to the wind. Other: When their parents died there was a fair amount of money left to them but most of it was used on plane tickets to the other side of the world where their aunt lived; and what wasn’t used then was snatched away by said aunt for; “Living expenses”.