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Either way, I'm still very interested. Please PM me if ever you get an OOC up :)
Name of First Maiden: Bria
Maiden's Personality:
Sweet and caring, Bria is hardly one to purposely hurt someone. She finds value in all life, and likes to talk with others, even though she is fairly shy. Even though she would like to spend more time in the woods, she's too afraid to go out on her own. Bria is very honest, and very rarely stretches the truth. She's timid, and is often to scared to speak up, letting others walk all over her like nobody's business. Bria is also quite lazy, and won't do much without first being asked, although she is always the first to volunteer if she were to help a friend in need. Bria loves to sit and observe, and she's quite intuitive about how others are feeling because of how quiet she is. She's not very sure of herself, and lacks confidence. Nevertheless, she's rather spirited, and has ambitions of her own. As of now, she's not sure how she should go about pursuing those ambitions.
Maiden's Personality:
Sweet and caring, Bria is hardly one to purposely hurt someone. She finds value in all life, and likes to talk with others, even though she is fairly shy. Even though she would like to spend more time in the woods, she's too afraid to go out on her own. Bria is very honest, and very rarely stretches the truth. She's timid, and is often to scared to speak up, letting others walk all over her like nobody's business. Bria is also quite lazy, and won't do much without first being asked, although she is always the first to volunteer if she were to help a friend in need. Bria loves to sit and observe, and she's quite intuitive about how others are feeling because of how quiet she is. She's not very sure of herself, and lacks confidence. Nevertheless, she's rather spirited, and has ambitions of her own. As of now, she's not sure how she should go about pursuing those ambitions.
ooh. exciting ^^
Edit:
also, should we base our maiden's personality off of her traits? (Athleticism, Cunning, etc?)
Edit:
also, should we base our maiden's personality off of her traits? (Athleticism, Cunning, etc?)
Oooh...
Will you be playing a maiden yourself?
I'll submit the form shortly.
Will you be playing a maiden yourself?
I'll submit the form shortly.
I hope it's alright. I had to type and re-type it like 6 times because i kept accidentally deleting it. I'm hoping to edit this as we go along because I want her to be a more dynamic character.
Name: Amelia-Page Waters - Paige for short.
Age: 18
Occupation: Recent transfer to the surveillance team
Appearance:
Paige is blessed with an uncanny and ghastly beauty. Her skin is a fair ivory, and is quite unblemished. What few she does have are covered scarcely with makeup. There's almost no tint to her face, except for a subtle coloring of rose on her cheeks. Sharp cheekbones cut across her face, and her jaw is chiseled. Her full lips are usually pursed in a bored expression -- if not that, a demure, but still hostile, smirk. Her pretty hazel eyes are framed by dark lashes and angled brows, set in an ever-endearing expression.
An intimidating person, Paige hardly makes up for her huge ego in her size. She stands at a whopping 5'3", with a petite and trim figure from athletic conditioning to keep her in peak performance.
Paige dresses almost as clean and pressed as Mallory does, except for the t-shirt, which has been replaced by simple, bold-colored blouses or button-ups. A friendship bracelet with wood beads and colored glass hangs loosely from her wrists.
Gear:
[01] - 9mm pistol, tucked away somewhere on her person. Usually at the hip, in a holster, but maybe tucked into the back waistband of her jeans.
[01] - Earpiece, similar to Mallory's.
[01] - Pack of gum, in a variety of flavors. Paige has a horrible habit of chewing gum, especially when she gets nervous.
Personality:
BITTER & CYNICAL: "Go away and leave me to my own devices."
ARROGANT, VAIN, & BOASTFUL: "I don't need a mirror to tell me that I'm better than you on an exponential scale."
INDEPENDENT: "I can do it by my fucking self."
HONEST, TO A FAULT: "I make myself sick to my stomach. But it makes me feel better to know that I can admit it."
QUESTIONING/UNSURE: "Oh, fuck... I don't think I can do this. You can't just ask me to shoot someone!"
CARING: "Look. Hold out your arm so I can put a bandage on you, motherfucker."
Background:
Paige, an only child to an engineer and a florist, grew up in the lowest parts of Los Angeles, California. Her home, a comfortable flat in a complex in one of the more urban sides of the county, Paige was no stranger to the vandalism in the city. It fascinated her, actually. She spent her childhood days running in the meadows by her house, collecting daisies and wildflowers, weaving them into crowns. Paige used coloring books and scribbled outside the lines in rainbow hues.
When she was about 12, the world around her began to change. The meadows behind her house were dozed, and construction began on an office building. Paige's coloring books were taken away and replaced with textbooks and bubble-tests; crayons became pens and pencils. Paige, unable to keep up with the news due to her short attention span, knew nothing of the revolutionary change that Northgate had set. All she could be aware of was that her life was changing all too quickly. The anti-media fever had spread to her city and caught ahold of it. The people, so colorful, and been forced into conformity. The art-spattered walls were painted over in the same shade of gray. Even in Los Angeles, teams of Sprayers began to pop up, although they hadn't adopted the slur as a job title. Paige grew to hate them, not because she didn't appreciate their art, but because they broke the laws that she was being forced to follow. Why should they be allowed to get away with painting on a public building, while she was getting her watercolors confiscated by her parents.
Both of her parents were strongly opinionated, and pushed her in school. They fed her their own take on the world. You could say that her passion against the Sprayers was fueled by them. Paige, used to coloring outside of the lines, started to conform to their demands, becoming a cookie-cutter daughter. Except for periodically stepping her toe out of line, Paige was obedient. She got the highest marks in class, got the first place medals in sports, and got a relationship to die for. But the sweet girl from just a few years ago evolved to her changing world. Bitterness seeped into her, and her perspective changed.
Graduating at the top of her class in the academy, Paige made sure to leave all of her classmates in the dust. She had already applied to intern a desk job in San Francisco. Packing her bags and boarding a plane, she expected to get off and begin filing paperwork. Instead, Paige was greeted by a stone-faced 19-year-old in an ash-colored city.
Apparently, her services were needed elsewhere.
Nevertheless, she's willing to prove that she's a worthy asset to have around; after all, hunting down Sprayers in Northgate beats sitting around in a boring office cubicle, sifting through old files. With a sense of justice, Paige agreed to "intern" for the Surveillance team instead of her desk job in SF. While in Northgate, she hopes to put an end to the delinquency in the streets. In her eyes, it's unfair that the Sprayers get to get away with breaking the law she works hard to uphold.
Extra:
-likes tea, but prefers fruit juice
-vegetarian
-gum chewer; for her, it's like an addiction that tends to get on her superior's nerves
-photographic memory
-former student of Nate Matheson. She didn't really take to his classes, but she still got out with an A. She was often caught doodling on her notes and assignments. She hardly remembers the old man, but would recognize his face, should they ever meet again.
Name: Amelia-Page Waters - Paige for short.
Age: 18
Occupation: Recent transfer to the surveillance team
Appearance:
Paige is blessed with an uncanny and ghastly beauty. Her skin is a fair ivory, and is quite unblemished. What few she does have are covered scarcely with makeup. There's almost no tint to her face, except for a subtle coloring of rose on her cheeks. Sharp cheekbones cut across her face, and her jaw is chiseled. Her full lips are usually pursed in a bored expression -- if not that, a demure, but still hostile, smirk. Her pretty hazel eyes are framed by dark lashes and angled brows, set in an ever-endearing expression.
An intimidating person, Paige hardly makes up for her huge ego in her size. She stands at a whopping 5'3", with a petite and trim figure from athletic conditioning to keep her in peak performance.
Paige dresses almost as clean and pressed as Mallory does, except for the t-shirt, which has been replaced by simple, bold-colored blouses or button-ups. A friendship bracelet with wood beads and colored glass hangs loosely from her wrists.
Gear:
[01] - 9mm pistol, tucked away somewhere on her person. Usually at the hip, in a holster, but maybe tucked into the back waistband of her jeans.
[01] - Earpiece, similar to Mallory's.
[01] - Pack of gum, in a variety of flavors. Paige has a horrible habit of chewing gum, especially when she gets nervous.
Personality:
BITTER & CYNICAL: "Go away and leave me to my own devices."
Paige has grown fairly bitter since her childhood. Sarcasm flows easily off of her tongue, and she tends to have a negative outlook on things. While some people mistake her overall bad attitude as a sort of dry humor, it is, in all honesty, the truth. She often projects herself as hateful and pessimistic, and so long as she keeps convincing herself that that's who she is, it will continue to be so.
ARROGANT, VAIN, & BOASTFUL: "I don't need a mirror to tell me that I'm better than you on an exponential scale."
Growing up, as Paige realized that her superior intellect made her better than the children in her classes. Instead of being modest, she grew an ego the size of Jupiter; boasting and bragging. The "confidence boost" turned others away from her.
INDEPENDENT: "I can do it by my fucking self."
Paige figures that since no one wanted to talk to her because of her huge ego, she might as well push them farther away. Because of her "lone wolf factor", she has a tendency to go AWOL and do her own thing. Even if she does happen to keep herself in check, Paige prefers her own company over that of others. While she may be vain, she detests attention. She likes doing her own thing.
HONEST, TO A FAULT: "I make myself sick to my stomach. But it makes me feel better to know that I can admit it."
Paige is not one to be in denial. Her telling a lie is an uncommon thing. If she doesn't want to tell the truth, she'll avoid the question altogether instead of murdering her morals.
QUESTIONING/UNSURE: "Oh, fuck... I don't think I can do this. You can't just ask me to shoot someone!"
In reality, Paige's private training did cover this. It covered interrogating someone, pursuit - but when it came down to shooting someone, even a dummy, Paige couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger. It was one thing, shooting at a target on paper, but shooting at something with the semblance of a person... well, Paige broke down before she took the kill shot. As she's spent more time in Northgate, she knows the clock is ticking before she will be forced to take a shot. It hurts her dignity, but she's still going to try her best to fulfill Mallory's high standards.
CARING: "Look. Hold out your arm so I can put a bandage on you, motherfucker."
While Paige presents herself to be a person-hating, spiteful, and egotistical lady, she still harbors some value for life. She cares for each and every one of her teammates, no matter how much she says she hates them. Her tough exterior is a protective layer over her soft, squishy feelings.
Background:
Paige, an only child to an engineer and a florist, grew up in the lowest parts of Los Angeles, California. Her home, a comfortable flat in a complex in one of the more urban sides of the county, Paige was no stranger to the vandalism in the city. It fascinated her, actually. She spent her childhood days running in the meadows by her house, collecting daisies and wildflowers, weaving them into crowns. Paige used coloring books and scribbled outside the lines in rainbow hues.
When she was about 12, the world around her began to change. The meadows behind her house were dozed, and construction began on an office building. Paige's coloring books were taken away and replaced with textbooks and bubble-tests; crayons became pens and pencils. Paige, unable to keep up with the news due to her short attention span, knew nothing of the revolutionary change that Northgate had set. All she could be aware of was that her life was changing all too quickly. The anti-media fever had spread to her city and caught ahold of it. The people, so colorful, and been forced into conformity. The art-spattered walls were painted over in the same shade of gray. Even in Los Angeles, teams of Sprayers began to pop up, although they hadn't adopted the slur as a job title. Paige grew to hate them, not because she didn't appreciate their art, but because they broke the laws that she was being forced to follow. Why should they be allowed to get away with painting on a public building, while she was getting her watercolors confiscated by her parents.
Both of her parents were strongly opinionated, and pushed her in school. They fed her their own take on the world. You could say that her passion against the Sprayers was fueled by them. Paige, used to coloring outside of the lines, started to conform to their demands, becoming a cookie-cutter daughter. Except for periodically stepping her toe out of line, Paige was obedient. She got the highest marks in class, got the first place medals in sports, and got a relationship to die for. But the sweet girl from just a few years ago evolved to her changing world. Bitterness seeped into her, and her perspective changed.
Graduating at the top of her class in the academy, Paige made sure to leave all of her classmates in the dust. She had already applied to intern a desk job in San Francisco. Packing her bags and boarding a plane, she expected to get off and begin filing paperwork. Instead, Paige was greeted by a stone-faced 19-year-old in an ash-colored city.
Apparently, her services were needed elsewhere.
Nevertheless, she's willing to prove that she's a worthy asset to have around; after all, hunting down Sprayers in Northgate beats sitting around in a boring office cubicle, sifting through old files. With a sense of justice, Paige agreed to "intern" for the Surveillance team instead of her desk job in SF. While in Northgate, she hopes to put an end to the delinquency in the streets. In her eyes, it's unfair that the Sprayers get to get away with breaking the law she works hard to uphold.
Extra:
-likes tea, but prefers fruit juice
-vegetarian
-gum chewer; for her, it's like an addiction that tends to get on her superior's nerves
-photographic memory
-former student of Nate Matheson. She didn't really take to his classes, but she still got out with an A. She was often caught doodling on her notes and assignments. She hardly remembers the old man, but would recognize his face, should they ever meet again.
I have this horrible habit of not saving my post. And then I somehow manage to delete it. And then I need to rewrite it.
At least it give me time to think out my character.
Still, I'm very bitter about the fact that I can't preview the post.
meeehheheheheh
At least it give me time to think out my character.
Still, I'm very bitter about the fact that I can't preview the post.
meeehheheheheh
Oh, just wondering, really. I'm not one to stray from playing my gender (though I do not oppose it).
I came for the Persona. I stayed because I am legitimately interested.
Where would this be set? When I read about the train in your prompt, I though of Tatsumi Port Island/Gekkoukan High, but then I was read over your explanation I saw something about Rome.
It's a jumbled mess in my head, sorry. The setting doesn't really alter my level of interest, but it just makes for some clarity.
Where would this be set? When I read about the train in your prompt, I though of Tatsumi Port Island/Gekkoukan High, but then I was read over your explanation I saw something about Rome.
It's a jumbled mess in my head, sorry. The setting doesn't really alter my level of interest, but it just makes for some clarity.
This is actually very interesting.
I have a serious and legitimate question, though:
What if I was playing a guy?
I have a serious and legitimate question, though:
What if I was playing a guy?
Also, submitting a CS shortly.
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