02-06-2013, 07:06 PM
Name: Claire St. James
Age: 17
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Fighting Style: Inexperienced, timid, flighty. Minor hand-to-hand skills.
Short Bio: Her designation became 8729 twenty-seven days ago. They wanted her to surpass her limitations, but time was growing short, and her potential wasn’t blossoming as they’d hoped. Most of the experience was a blur, some far-off dream that just couldn’t be real. When the dosage of drugs reached a critically dangerous level, they knew they had to stop. Perhaps, in time, she would develop. If not, she would have to be terminated.
Thirty-one days ago, Claire was, if anything, your typical girl. She had a trove of friends, and she had her would-be boyfriend, and graduation was just around the corner. Michael Elms was nothing short of a jock, but he was downright smitten by her. It could have been the glasses she wore, always slipping down her nose, or the fact that she stumped him with her usage of words and factoids. Either way, the numbskull liked her and she, admittedly, had a very large crush on him.
What had been a harmless night to the drive-in turned into a front-page disaster. The details are unclear…because no one survived. Not even Claire.
When her body was taken from the hospital, they assumed she was in the morgue. This wasn’t the case, and upon her arrival to the hospital, Claire shouldn’t have died. While the helpless family and friends searched for her…she was already half-way across the world.
She belonged to Zone 6, now.
General Description: Claire had always taken care of her hair, because to her, it was what made her fit in. This was why she grew it out even when her mother insisted on cutting it from time to time. Her raven tresses fell down past her hips, and although she usually ties them into two very particular pony-tails, she will sometimes tie the lengthy strands up and out of the way.
Her clothing of choice, once given the option from her white jumper, is between dark baggy sweaters and a dark pair of shorts. She isn’t exactly shy about body-image, just timid all around.
She has that look of a scared animal, and although her glasses were long lost, she was given contact lenses by her new friends. Losing her contacts would mean, well, an unfortunate time for Claire.
Her skin is pale, almost sickly, although it hadn’t always been this way. With the amount of drugs pumped into her system, it’s given her a bit of strain. She’s not your typical fighter. When you see her, you’d quickly figure out that she’s not a threat.
Claire’s hands are usually covered by a long-sleeved glove. A strange mutation occurred with the drugs, causing an unusual uncontrolled affect in her hand.
Once you get to know her, and she gets to know you, Claire is really a sweet girl in a strange place.
Starting Abilities: Metal Binding, Time Stop
Trait: Compassionate
Stats:
• Strength - 20%
• Focus - 40%
• Endurance - 20%
• Agility - 20%
Role-play Sample:
Age: 17
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Fighting Style: Inexperienced, timid, flighty. Minor hand-to-hand skills.
Short Bio: Her designation became 8729 twenty-seven days ago. They wanted her to surpass her limitations, but time was growing short, and her potential wasn’t blossoming as they’d hoped. Most of the experience was a blur, some far-off dream that just couldn’t be real. When the dosage of drugs reached a critically dangerous level, they knew they had to stop. Perhaps, in time, she would develop. If not, she would have to be terminated.
Thirty-one days ago, Claire was, if anything, your typical girl. She had a trove of friends, and she had her would-be boyfriend, and graduation was just around the corner. Michael Elms was nothing short of a jock, but he was downright smitten by her. It could have been the glasses she wore, always slipping down her nose, or the fact that she stumped him with her usage of words and factoids. Either way, the numbskull liked her and she, admittedly, had a very large crush on him.
What had been a harmless night to the drive-in turned into a front-page disaster. The details are unclear…because no one survived. Not even Claire.
When her body was taken from the hospital, they assumed she was in the morgue. This wasn’t the case, and upon her arrival to the hospital, Claire shouldn’t have died. While the helpless family and friends searched for her…she was already half-way across the world.
She belonged to Zone 6, now.
General Description: Claire had always taken care of her hair, because to her, it was what made her fit in. This was why she grew it out even when her mother insisted on cutting it from time to time. Her raven tresses fell down past her hips, and although she usually ties them into two very particular pony-tails, she will sometimes tie the lengthy strands up and out of the way.
Her clothing of choice, once given the option from her white jumper, is between dark baggy sweaters and a dark pair of shorts. She isn’t exactly shy about body-image, just timid all around.
She has that look of a scared animal, and although her glasses were long lost, she was given contact lenses by her new friends. Losing her contacts would mean, well, an unfortunate time for Claire.
Her skin is pale, almost sickly, although it hadn’t always been this way. With the amount of drugs pumped into her system, it’s given her a bit of strain. She’s not your typical fighter. When you see her, you’d quickly figure out that she’s not a threat.
Claire’s hands are usually covered by a long-sleeved glove. A strange mutation occurred with the drugs, causing an unusual uncontrolled affect in her hand.
Once you get to know her, and she gets to know you, Claire is really a sweet girl in a strange place.
Starting Abilities: Metal Binding, Time Stop
Trait: Compassionate
Stats:
• Strength - 20%
• Focus - 40%
• Endurance - 20%
• Agility - 20%
Role-play Sample:
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DA08 Winner. "Screw them, this was her show now."
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