Post by plutonianshorebird on Jan 12, 2011 18:37:30 GMT -6
Name: Wren Deadman
Age: 27
Height: 5 Feet 3inches
Weight: 128lb.
Gender: Female
Race: Gifted Human (Illusionist)
Appearance: Dark brown hair with lighter brown highlights that reaches down to just brush the tops of her shoulders. Eyes are dark brown with occasional "gold" and green flecks. Often is wearing some kind of solid colored long sleeved shirt and a pair of boot cut jeans. Shoes consist usually of either white tennis shoes or brown steel toed work boots (for those occasional rainy days.) Has unusually pale skin (was very sickly as a child) light freckles below her eyes and a few on her nose.
Personality:Tries to keep out of trouble, but it always seems to find her. Empathetic at times. Quiet when things are calm, worried and frazzled when not. Doesn't like to interact with people much. Doesn't like the fact that she is "different."
Background: Wren grew up in the northern, country parts of England. As a child, she was consistantly ill with one thing or another. Her family was poor, therefore, she learned not to ask for much. Instead of asking for toys, she would imagine friends that would "suddenly" appear. Her Illusionist powers began to appear when she was around five years of age and jonsing for a friend. Her friend would do as she ask and her parents were under the impression that her friend was real. "Michael" was the friend's name.
Wren grew up with Michael, believing that he was real instead of a figment of her imagination. When Michael faded out of her room, one day when he upset her, Wren realized that her friend was all in her head and that she had something to do with his "appearance."
Keeping this information away from her parents, she would constantly startle herself when something appeared in her hand or on the table. Wren was afraid her parents would view her as something less than their child.
As Wren grew up and left her nest, she worked for several people in the Greater London Urban Area as a cleaning lady. Still, she was adament about keeping her power under the radar. After several years of cleaning for people, she became fed up and left the business and area.
Knowing that the US were much like England, save for the government and average land mass, she moved to New York, this time working as a waitress in a small somewhat family owned business. Here, she found a small ratty apartment that she uses her power to "spruce" up whenever friends want to come over. They believe that her apartment is much grander than the grey walls and concrete floors.
Wren fell in love with a man named Nikolas. They proceded to see each other for several months before Nikolas was killed in a car accident. Heartbroken and tired of her waitressing job, she moved to Maine, choosing to live on the outskirts of a town called Brownfield. Here, in her small cold house, she now practices her "gift," still hiding it from most of the public.
She wishes she could meet others like her.
Roleplay Sample:
"Charlie! Hey Charlie! Wait up a moment, will ya?" A man that looked to be in his later twenties, maybe 26 or 27 stopped and turned around. His khakis were pressed and looked quite good on the man. A younger looking member caught up to him. "Hey man, captain said that the run through was off, that the weather's gotten too bad to fly. He gave you a new job. Somethin' or other about touring the ship with a new member."
The man gave a quick nod, turned and started walking again.
"Geez Charlie, you're the most uptight person I've ever met."
"My name is not Charlie. It's Charles. Remember it," he replied as he
turned a corner.
Charles J. Lupo walked silently to where the new members usually slept. He was the senior chief petty officer. He didn't really understand why he was given such an assignment, but he didn't question it. It was given to him and he would perform to the best of his ability.
As he walked to the sleeping quarters, he passed a very tall and muscular man that he hadn't seen before. 'Must be one of the new members,' Lupo thought to himself.
Some of the men he passed while getting to his destination would smile wickedly at him and start howling loudly. He was top dog in the air. His specialty was the F-22 Raptor, but his men told him that he handled any plane given to him as if he were passionately in love.
He approached the sleeping quarters and all of the men jumped to their feet while one yelled, "Attention on deck!" Lupo waved them off and asked where Lt. Birdoes was. They pointed towards the woman’s small cot and resumed their earlier activities. He quietly strode over in the direction they gave and asked, in his baritone voice, "Lt. Birdoes?" It was more of a comment than a question, as if he knew she was there. As he waited, he ruffled his short, but not too short russet colored hair then smoothed it out again.
Other (Abilities, etc): Wren is pretty good as using a platter in her defense.
Age: 27
Height: 5 Feet 3inches
Weight: 128lb.
Gender: Female
Race: Gifted Human (Illusionist)
Appearance: Dark brown hair with lighter brown highlights that reaches down to just brush the tops of her shoulders. Eyes are dark brown with occasional "gold" and green flecks. Often is wearing some kind of solid colored long sleeved shirt and a pair of boot cut jeans. Shoes consist usually of either white tennis shoes or brown steel toed work boots (for those occasional rainy days.) Has unusually pale skin (was very sickly as a child) light freckles below her eyes and a few on her nose.
Personality:Tries to keep out of trouble, but it always seems to find her. Empathetic at times. Quiet when things are calm, worried and frazzled when not. Doesn't like to interact with people much. Doesn't like the fact that she is "different."
Background: Wren grew up in the northern, country parts of England. As a child, she was consistantly ill with one thing or another. Her family was poor, therefore, she learned not to ask for much. Instead of asking for toys, she would imagine friends that would "suddenly" appear. Her Illusionist powers began to appear when she was around five years of age and jonsing for a friend. Her friend would do as she ask and her parents were under the impression that her friend was real. "Michael" was the friend's name.
Wren grew up with Michael, believing that he was real instead of a figment of her imagination. When Michael faded out of her room, one day when he upset her, Wren realized that her friend was all in her head and that she had something to do with his "appearance."
Keeping this information away from her parents, she would constantly startle herself when something appeared in her hand or on the table. Wren was afraid her parents would view her as something less than their child.
As Wren grew up and left her nest, she worked for several people in the Greater London Urban Area as a cleaning lady. Still, she was adament about keeping her power under the radar. After several years of cleaning for people, she became fed up and left the business and area.
Knowing that the US were much like England, save for the government and average land mass, she moved to New York, this time working as a waitress in a small somewhat family owned business. Here, she found a small ratty apartment that she uses her power to "spruce" up whenever friends want to come over. They believe that her apartment is much grander than the grey walls and concrete floors.
Wren fell in love with a man named Nikolas. They proceded to see each other for several months before Nikolas was killed in a car accident. Heartbroken and tired of her waitressing job, she moved to Maine, choosing to live on the outskirts of a town called Brownfield. Here, in her small cold house, she now practices her "gift," still hiding it from most of the public.
She wishes she could meet others like her.
Roleplay Sample:
"Charlie! Hey Charlie! Wait up a moment, will ya?" A man that looked to be in his later twenties, maybe 26 or 27 stopped and turned around. His khakis were pressed and looked quite good on the man. A younger looking member caught up to him. "Hey man, captain said that the run through was off, that the weather's gotten too bad to fly. He gave you a new job. Somethin' or other about touring the ship with a new member."
The man gave a quick nod, turned and started walking again.
"Geez Charlie, you're the most uptight person I've ever met."
"My name is not Charlie. It's Charles. Remember it," he replied as he
turned a corner.
Charles J. Lupo walked silently to where the new members usually slept. He was the senior chief petty officer. He didn't really understand why he was given such an assignment, but he didn't question it. It was given to him and he would perform to the best of his ability.
As he walked to the sleeping quarters, he passed a very tall and muscular man that he hadn't seen before. 'Must be one of the new members,' Lupo thought to himself.
Some of the men he passed while getting to his destination would smile wickedly at him and start howling loudly. He was top dog in the air. His specialty was the F-22 Raptor, but his men told him that he handled any plane given to him as if he were passionately in love.
He approached the sleeping quarters and all of the men jumped to their feet while one yelled, "Attention on deck!" Lupo waved them off and asked where Lt. Birdoes was. They pointed towards the woman’s small cot and resumed their earlier activities. He quietly strode over in the direction they gave and asked, in his baritone voice, "Lt. Birdoes?" It was more of a comment than a question, as if he knew she was there. As he waited, he ruffled his short, but not too short russet colored hair then smoothed it out again.
Other (Abilities, etc): Wren is pretty good as using a platter in her defense.