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I'm not very complicated. I'm an artist who is always learning something new, and though my art isn't amazing, it's improving, which is a good thing in my book. I'm very social online, so feel free to talk to me. My favorite things are traveling, small town restaurants, and late night diners at 2 AM with my girlfriend. I have the ability to waste $100 in an hour, then make $5 last all week and absolutely zero math skills.

I have a plethora of OCs. A shameful amount even. One for just about any situation that could come up.

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In The Cult 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kim glared at Arin as if it were his fault he had been stabbed. She grimaced at his wound then looked hesitantly at the Irishman. She didn't want Arin to die of blood loss, not when she quite possibly needed him for escape. Kim reached over and clamped a surprisingly strong hand over the bleeding wound.

"Eat?" She echoed incredulously, looking horrified at the pile of meat. She then looked at their drinks. Her stomach turned a bit as she noticed the differences. "Is that blood?"
In The Cult 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
JesusMaryandJosephStalin. Poor Arin.
Beatrice woke up. It was a simple action. In fact, she did it every morning at 10 AM exactly. Though, she couldn't help the feeling that she somehow did this simple action wrong. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and blinked as she guaged her surroundings. She was standing not in her bedroom or the hospital, but some place under ground. Fiery? She couldn't think of how to describe it. She's only seen depictions in paintings.

Hesitantly, she touched her neck where the rope had been that drug her across scorching hot pavement, tied to the hitch of a rival mob boss's car. She frowned deeply at the sign, and nearly jumped when she realized she wasn't alone. Beatrice gave a pleasant smile as she heard that she was in fact, not in hell. All her life she was certain everlasting torture was waiting for her. She hesitantly waved at what looked like another human, then grimaced at her own awkwardness and looked down at her feet.

"So... the Underworld." She spoke up, voice cracking a bit as she did. Her throat felt tight. She gave a little laugh. "It's more welcoming than I expected."
Name: Beatrice Martin
Nickname(s): Bea, (embarrassingly, her childhood nickname was Bumble Bea)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age of Death: 28
Occupation: Bonded Courier, though on the side she was a driver and courier for a local division of mafia.
Species: Human
Appearance:

Appearance Description: She is a very small girl standing at 4'11", she never really grew like the rest of her family and blamed it on drinking too much coffee. She has short brown hair and big brown eyes to match. She has a rounded face that makes her look younger than she actually is. It was something of a blessing and a curse that she never appeared her real age.

Personality: Beatrice is an incredibly laid back person, almost too laid back at times. She will often be late for important events due to her calm and almost lethargic demeanor. Despite this, she's a hard worker and tries to fill her time with meaningful distractions. She was also incredibly (if not ironically, given her ties to mafia and otherwise underground peoples) and undeniably gentle. Beatrice could never take violence upon anyone or anything, which gave her the appearance of a doormat. She would rather run away from things she didn't like than making any sort of confrontation. Her hatred of violence aside, that didn't stop her from being her 'brothers' favorite little sister. Beatrice, when crossed, would plant damning evidence on those who angered her and tip off the police. She felt no moral remorse for doing such things. In her mind, those people deserved it. For a while she would even seek out people she deemed in need of judgement, such as rapists who got away with their crime, or drug dealers that would lace their drugs.

History: She did not have a very happy childhood, but she didn't have a terrible one either. Both of her parents were addicts, and she grew up rather quickly. Their drug dealer ended up taking pity on her and so he kidnapped Beatrice from her home when she was 11. She was inducted into the mafia there after and taught how to utilize her childlike appearance to get people off guard. She never resented her parents, and as she began to earn a paycheck through her illegal doings, she would send back most of it to them in the form of paying their bills and buying them groceries. She still went through public school, though eventually the 'father' enamored with her hard working, no-complaining attitude, sent her to a more elite private school, then through college. Despite her higher education and ability to rise in rank, she chose to stay with her favorite brother, Gregory, and do courier work. Beatrice then took to one of the 'sisters' and ended up getting engaged. Not long after her wedding, Beatrice and her wife were caught by a gang and held for ransom. Beatrice negotiated her wife's release, but was hung as an example even after the ransom was paid.

Powers: Though it couldn't really be considered a power, rather than a skill, Beatrice is very sneaky and quiet.
(Totally Regular)Weapon: An old Colt revolver that her 'father' gave her for her 16th birthday.
In The Cult 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
He was deranged. There was no doubt about it. Kim felt remarkably calm, regardless. She didn't necessarily comprehend how to react in certain situations. Kim watched him stab Arin and felt no empathetic pang. He had brought it on himself. Still, her shoulders tended in preparation to fee the bite of a needle.
In The Cult 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Meanwhile, Kim is both annoyed and horrified to a degree she thought previously impossible.
In The Cult 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kim was let down to say the least. The problem with maniacs is that they were unpredictable and hard to reason with. Still, she managed to look at least somewhat innocent. Then again, if she wasn't chosen on random she was likely followed so they probably knew who they were dealing with. It seemed best to assume they knew who they were dealing with. She averted her gaze once again, distastefully looking at Arin. Was he trying to get himself killed?

"Can't you just send for my ransom?" Kim asked.
In The Cult 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kim schooled her expression, careful not to give anything away. She had an inkling of an idea of what type of escape she could make. She blinked and suddenly all previous hatred melted from her face and she appeared more frightened than anything. She hesitantly peaked at her fellow captive and looked him over. It seems he was just as uncomfortable as she was. Perhaps he could help serve her purpose after all.

With a bit of a grimace, she noted the man's accent and odd choice of clothing(or lack thereof). She averted her black eyes, instead focussing on a spot on the wall just behind his head. Kim looked at one of the chairs before sitting down quietly and looking up through her lashes, now that she knew the game she had to play; submissive and obedient. It went against her nature, but it was a role she had played to get what she wanted dozens of times before.
In The Cult 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
That comment made her skin crawl. Gradually, the situation set in more and more and soon she was shaking again. Her legs felt more like lead, but she carefully complied. She moved almost silently to a worrisome degree. She stood somewhat confidently once she was in the room, not sure what to expect. She had once again crossed her arms.

She observed the area around her as best she could, cataloging everything she saw and heard. She would need this information if she was to escape.
Name: Beatrice Martin
Nickname(s): Bea, (embarrassingly, her childhood nickname was Bumble Bea)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age of Death: 28
Occupation: Bonded Courier, though on the side she was a driver and courier for a local division of mafia.
Species: Human
Appearance: (Will have up by tonight!)
Appearance Description: She is a very small girl, she never really grew like the rest of her family and blamed it on drinking too much coffee. She has short brown hair and big brown eyes to match. She has a rounded face that makes her look younger than she actually is. It was something of a blessing and a curse that she never appeared her real age.

Personality: Beatrice is an incredibly laid back person, almost too laid back at times. She will often be late for important events due to her calm and almost lethargic demeanor. Despite this, she's a hard worker and tries to fill her time with meaningful distractions. She was also incredibly (if not ironically, given her ties to mafia and otherwise underground peoples) and undeniably gentle. Beatrice could never take violence upon anyone or anything, which gave her the appearance of a doormat. She would rather run away from things she didn't like than making any sort of confrontation. Her hatred of violence aside, that didn't stop her from being her 'brothers' favorite little sister. Beatrice, when crossed, would plant damning evidence on those who angered her and tip off the police. She felt no moral remorse for doing such things. In her mind, those people deserved it. For a while she would even seek out people she deemed in need of judgement, such as rapists who got away with their crime, or drug dealers that would lace their drugs.

History: She did not have a very happy childhood, but she didn't have a terrible one either. Both of her parents were addicts, and she grew up rather quickly. Their drug dealer ended up taking pity on her and so he kidnapped Beatrice from her home when she was 11. She was inducted into the mafia there after and taught how to utilize her childlike appearance to get people off guard. She never resented her parents, and as she began to earn a paycheck through her illegal doings, she would send back most of it to them in the form of paying their bills and buying them groceries. She still went through public school, though eventually the 'father' enamored with her hard working, no-complaining attitude, sent her to a more elite private school, then through college. Despite her higher education and ability to rise in rank, she chose to stay with her favorite brother, Gregory, and do courier work. Beatrice then took to one of the 'sisters' and ended up getting engaged. Not long after her wedding, Beatrice and her wife were caught by a gang and held for ransom. Beatrice negotiated her wife's release, but was hung as an example even after the ransom was paid.

Powers: Though it couldn't really be considered a power, rather than a skill, Beatrice is very sneaky and quiet.
(Totally Regular)Weapon: An old Colt revolver that her 'father' gave her for her 16th birthday.
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