Post by Jenna on Nov 24, 2010 11:28:41 GMT -5
Player Name: Jenna
Play-by (photo/picture of character. This is not required)
Name (Nickname, or other assumed names): Cassandra
Gender: female
Race: Vampire, turned
~Deformities: fangs, red eyes
Age: 43
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Build: Average
Eyes: red
Hair: Dyed blue grey (she was trying for straight on blue, but liked the result), choppy and very short
Skin Tone: medium
Attire: Cassandra runs the gambit of modern punk-style clothing, but generally wears ratty jeans, tight tees, and sneakers. If she's feeling fanciful or going out somewhere, she may break out the leather and skirts and curb stomping boots.
Weapons: Cassandra is fairly well-versed in street fighting; she has taken multiple self-defense classes and has dabbled in karate and the like. In recent years, Cassandra has gotten training in multiple grades of firearms, short of machine guns.
Fighting Style: Cassandra has sought out training to make herself into a shock trooper. She favors blitz attacks, strong, fierce and fast. She doesn't want to stick around for a long battle, just get it done and move on. She prefers her enemies across the room, but when cornered, she will fight like a wild animal until she can put down her opponent or get away.
Biography: Cassandra enjoyed a fairly happy and typical childhood with her parents in London, Ontario during the seventies. In the late eighties, when Cassandra was a teenager, she and her parents made a trip to Ireland, to visit her father's family. They never made it. Cassandra's nightmare began almost as soon as the family arrived.
The trio was brought to a compound in the Irish countryside. Cassandra was separated from her parents, subjected to the horrors of captivity for sustenance and entertainment. She proved entertaining or perhaps sustaining enough to be kept alive. In a particularly close brush with death, her captors chose to forcibly turn her rather than allow her surrender to the void.
Towards of the end of her stay at the compound, (though she didn't know the end would be anything but her death at the time) Cassandra became pregnant. While Cassandra wasn't aware, the father of the baby was a well-known fact in the compound. Because of this, the baby, a son named Sean, was kept, and Cassandra was allowed to care for him. However, as he got older, he was taken from her more and more. She worried about the day he'd be taken from her forever.
Less than a decade ago, in a twist she still has trouble with, she, but only she, was rescued by a member of the very family that had destroyed her life, Francis. It was something like flipping a switch. He took her stateside, paid for her education. When she was done, he helped her fund a home in her hometown of London. His behavior confounded her, year after year. She would ask, beg that return to where he found her, save the others she knew were still there. She especially wanted the son she hoped survived, though she never told Francis about him. He refused.
Eventually, after her life in Canada was settled, she made a decision. She sought out an old friend from her past, who had a successful career in the police force in the interim. When they had been teenagers, they had dated, and he was quite surprised to see her in the state she was in. She told him of the turns her life had taken, and he agreed to help her. She had him train her in firearms and paramilitary tactics. They worked tirelessly, gathered supplies, forged alliances in Ireland, and a short time ago, made a daring raid. Through shock tactics and sheer firepower, they managed to extract a handful of people, including her son, Sean. She wanted to get more, but her team was getting repelled. She promised to herself that she would return until she could get everyone.
The group went to Canada, where Cassandra and her accomplices helped the refugees settle. For a little while, she felt safe and happy, finding herself drawn to the peaceful life of taking care of her son, and to the possibility of a renewed relationship with her past beau. The peace didn't last long, though. Through her contacts, Cassandra became aware of movements from the compound out into the world. She hoped she was being paranoid. She made a phone call to Francis, hoping to gain his help. Unfortunately, he turned her down. Now she is concerned, for her safety and the safety of those that she saved.
RP Sample (2-3 good paragraphs, preeze):
She hung up the phone. A part of her, a part she liked to pretend didn't exist, shivered in fear. She swallowed hard. David had had his eyes on her since the phone had rang. He and Sean were playing on the kitchen floor. "You okay, Cass?"
"I...I'm a little worried."
Sean looked back at her. He gave her a big grin. "Don't worry, Mom."
She smiled, and patted his head. "Thanks, honey. David, could you get Sean to bed? It's really late."
Sean stood up and hung on his mother's arms. "Moooooom, I'm not tired yet."
She reached down and kissed his forehead. "Sleep, my angel. For me."
David took Sean's hand, giving Cassandra a small smile. "I'll be back down in a minute." They went upstairs.
Cassandra picked up the phone again and dialed. She knew it was probably a bad idea, that it was likely not going to do her much. But she wanted to try. It rang for what seemed like forever.
"What is it?!" Francis half yelled into the phone, making Cassandra flinch.
"Excuse me?" she sassed. Francis then chuckled. She found it somewhat annoying, but that was his personality. Hot and cold.
"Eh, sorry about that love. Long time to see, how are you? And why are you calling so late, don‘t you realize what time it is?"
"Francis, you of all people should know that I an never punctual about things like this," she said, with a smile. "And since when am I your love?" She took a deep breath and lowered her voice, not wanting to alarm her boys. "I need your help, Francis. There is an issue back in Ireland that I need you to tend to." The line went dead abruptly and she flinched, sighing. She hung up the phone. Sometimes she wondered why he bothered to save her at all.
"Everything okay?" asked David, entering the kitchen.
"Is he asleep?"
"He wants a kiss." He touched her arm and she smiled weakly at him. "We're safe here."
"I'm not sure." David kissed her forehead. "Thank you. I'll go say goodnight." She left him and headed upstairs.
extras!:
Sean's Playby:
David's Playby:
Sorry, this took FOREVER. Holidays coming and work and cleaning my house. Tell me what you think.
Play-by (photo/picture of character. This is not required)
Name (Nickname, or other assumed names): Cassandra
Gender: female
Race: Vampire, turned
~Deformities: fangs, red eyes
Age: 43
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Build: Average
Eyes: red
Hair: Dyed blue grey (she was trying for straight on blue, but liked the result), choppy and very short
Skin Tone: medium
Attire: Cassandra runs the gambit of modern punk-style clothing, but generally wears ratty jeans, tight tees, and sneakers. If she's feeling fanciful or going out somewhere, she may break out the leather and skirts and curb stomping boots.
Weapons: Cassandra is fairly well-versed in street fighting; she has taken multiple self-defense classes and has dabbled in karate and the like. In recent years, Cassandra has gotten training in multiple grades of firearms, short of machine guns.
Fighting Style: Cassandra has sought out training to make herself into a shock trooper. She favors blitz attacks, strong, fierce and fast. She doesn't want to stick around for a long battle, just get it done and move on. She prefers her enemies across the room, but when cornered, she will fight like a wild animal until she can put down her opponent or get away.
Biography: Cassandra enjoyed a fairly happy and typical childhood with her parents in London, Ontario during the seventies. In the late eighties, when Cassandra was a teenager, she and her parents made a trip to Ireland, to visit her father's family. They never made it. Cassandra's nightmare began almost as soon as the family arrived.
The trio was brought to a compound in the Irish countryside. Cassandra was separated from her parents, subjected to the horrors of captivity for sustenance and entertainment. She proved entertaining or perhaps sustaining enough to be kept alive. In a particularly close brush with death, her captors chose to forcibly turn her rather than allow her surrender to the void.
Towards of the end of her stay at the compound, (though she didn't know the end would be anything but her death at the time) Cassandra became pregnant. While Cassandra wasn't aware, the father of the baby was a well-known fact in the compound. Because of this, the baby, a son named Sean, was kept, and Cassandra was allowed to care for him. However, as he got older, he was taken from her more and more. She worried about the day he'd be taken from her forever.
Less than a decade ago, in a twist she still has trouble with, she, but only she, was rescued by a member of the very family that had destroyed her life, Francis. It was something like flipping a switch. He took her stateside, paid for her education. When she was done, he helped her fund a home in her hometown of London. His behavior confounded her, year after year. She would ask, beg that return to where he found her, save the others she knew were still there. She especially wanted the son she hoped survived, though she never told Francis about him. He refused.
Eventually, after her life in Canada was settled, she made a decision. She sought out an old friend from her past, who had a successful career in the police force in the interim. When they had been teenagers, they had dated, and he was quite surprised to see her in the state she was in. She told him of the turns her life had taken, and he agreed to help her. She had him train her in firearms and paramilitary tactics. They worked tirelessly, gathered supplies, forged alliances in Ireland, and a short time ago, made a daring raid. Through shock tactics and sheer firepower, they managed to extract a handful of people, including her son, Sean. She wanted to get more, but her team was getting repelled. She promised to herself that she would return until she could get everyone.
The group went to Canada, where Cassandra and her accomplices helped the refugees settle. For a little while, she felt safe and happy, finding herself drawn to the peaceful life of taking care of her son, and to the possibility of a renewed relationship with her past beau. The peace didn't last long, though. Through her contacts, Cassandra became aware of movements from the compound out into the world. She hoped she was being paranoid. She made a phone call to Francis, hoping to gain his help. Unfortunately, he turned her down. Now she is concerned, for her safety and the safety of those that she saved.
RP Sample (2-3 good paragraphs, preeze):
She hung up the phone. A part of her, a part she liked to pretend didn't exist, shivered in fear. She swallowed hard. David had had his eyes on her since the phone had rang. He and Sean were playing on the kitchen floor. "You okay, Cass?"
"I...I'm a little worried."
Sean looked back at her. He gave her a big grin. "Don't worry, Mom."
She smiled, and patted his head. "Thanks, honey. David, could you get Sean to bed? It's really late."
Sean stood up and hung on his mother's arms. "Moooooom, I'm not tired yet."
She reached down and kissed his forehead. "Sleep, my angel. For me."
David took Sean's hand, giving Cassandra a small smile. "I'll be back down in a minute." They went upstairs.
Cassandra picked up the phone again and dialed. She knew it was probably a bad idea, that it was likely not going to do her much. But she wanted to try. It rang for what seemed like forever.
"What is it?!" Francis half yelled into the phone, making Cassandra flinch.
"Excuse me?" she sassed. Francis then chuckled. She found it somewhat annoying, but that was his personality. Hot and cold.
"Eh, sorry about that love. Long time to see, how are you? And why are you calling so late, don‘t you realize what time it is?"
"Francis, you of all people should know that I an never punctual about things like this," she said, with a smile. "And since when am I your love?" She took a deep breath and lowered her voice, not wanting to alarm her boys. "I need your help, Francis. There is an issue back in Ireland that I need you to tend to." The line went dead abruptly and she flinched, sighing. She hung up the phone. Sometimes she wondered why he bothered to save her at all.
"Everything okay?" asked David, entering the kitchen.
"Is he asleep?"
"He wants a kiss." He touched her arm and she smiled weakly at him. "We're safe here."
"I'm not sure." David kissed her forehead. "Thank you. I'll go say goodnight." She left him and headed upstairs.
extras!:
Sean's Playby:
David's Playby:
Sorry, this took FOREVER. Holidays coming and work and cleaning my house. Tell me what you think.