Post by maxinefox on Aug 22, 2011 8:19:45 GMT -5
Your name: Brea
Age: 18
Availability: Just about all the time, if something comes up it's usually very random, but I'll give as much notice as I can or let you know what happened when I get back.
Would you be willing to take up a Moderator Position?: No thanks.
Would you be willing/able to play influential characters? Yes.
Character name: Maxine Fox
Age: 19
Ethnicity/Species: American Mutt(Irish/French)
Summary of personality and appearance: It doesn't take more than a glance to realize that there is something just not quite right about the young woman, the shaved head littered with surgical scars betrayed numerous pseudo-psychiatric procedures. What had probably been a very pretty face otherwise was also scarred, and that theme continued with the remnants of bloodletting and leech treatments on her arms. However, she is very aware of her surroundings and coherent. Her eyes still hold that burning brightness that betrays there's still something of a functioning mind at work behind them.
Although her mind isn't completely shattered, she still suffers from severe psychotic episodes. Her delusions and hallucinations revolve around mechanical vulture men that try to drag her into a vast, never ending hole she has deemed the 'Forgetting Pit'. She's more a danger to herself than others, really, but if threatened or in a particularly strong moment of madness she has been violent towards others, quite fatally.
Underneath the insanity she's quick-witted and somewhat pleasant, despite being very frank and sardonic. Not of course that she can communicate anything very well, as one of the procedures she's underwent had a complication that left her without the ability to speak. She can still make sounds but she can't form words. By some miracle she can still read and write, her only avenue of expressing herself in a way others can understand.
Skills: Since she can't properly engage in social behavior with any success, she's become very observant of the behavior of others and is adept at reading body language. Years of being in an asylum and then ultimately escaping have made her a bit like Houdini, she's very difficult to keep restrained or locked in somewhere. Her lockpicking skills are particularly advanced and she can handle herself in a fight, if only because she's a loony toon and fights like her life depends on it. Or like she's about to be dragged away by vultures.
Weapons: Just one, a simple straight razor she keeps hidden on her person.
Sample Post: Maxine pressed herself flat against the back wall of the alleyway, eyes as wide as saucers. She began to edge her way around, her stare flicking between the filthy ground and the air above it as if trying to avoid a thug, though there was nothing there. To her, she was afraid for her life. She saw the ground begin to crumble away beneath her feet, nothing but a deep darkness left behind. A vulture that looked like a man and a machine at the same time hovered in the air above the hole, bloody talons reaching for her. She fought a growing need to screech like a banshee and run, knowing that if she did it would only agitate the vulture man and she would get no where. Trying to regain control of herself, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, a confused look came over her face. She was just standing in a gross alleyway. Disoriented, she walked away, wrapping her arms around herself as if she were cold.
Age: 18
Availability: Just about all the time, if something comes up it's usually very random, but I'll give as much notice as I can or let you know what happened when I get back.
Would you be willing to take up a Moderator Position?: No thanks.
Would you be willing/able to play influential characters? Yes.
Character name: Maxine Fox
Age: 19
Ethnicity/Species: American Mutt(Irish/French)
Summary of personality and appearance: It doesn't take more than a glance to realize that there is something just not quite right about the young woman, the shaved head littered with surgical scars betrayed numerous pseudo-psychiatric procedures. What had probably been a very pretty face otherwise was also scarred, and that theme continued with the remnants of bloodletting and leech treatments on her arms. However, she is very aware of her surroundings and coherent. Her eyes still hold that burning brightness that betrays there's still something of a functioning mind at work behind them.
Although her mind isn't completely shattered, she still suffers from severe psychotic episodes. Her delusions and hallucinations revolve around mechanical vulture men that try to drag her into a vast, never ending hole she has deemed the 'Forgetting Pit'. She's more a danger to herself than others, really, but if threatened or in a particularly strong moment of madness she has been violent towards others, quite fatally.
Underneath the insanity she's quick-witted and somewhat pleasant, despite being very frank and sardonic. Not of course that she can communicate anything very well, as one of the procedures she's underwent had a complication that left her without the ability to speak. She can still make sounds but she can't form words. By some miracle she can still read and write, her only avenue of expressing herself in a way others can understand.
Skills: Since she can't properly engage in social behavior with any success, she's become very observant of the behavior of others and is adept at reading body language. Years of being in an asylum and then ultimately escaping have made her a bit like Houdini, she's very difficult to keep restrained or locked in somewhere. Her lockpicking skills are particularly advanced and she can handle herself in a fight, if only because she's a loony toon and fights like her life depends on it. Or like she's about to be dragged away by vultures.
Weapons: Just one, a simple straight razor she keeps hidden on her person.
Sample Post: Maxine pressed herself flat against the back wall of the alleyway, eyes as wide as saucers. She began to edge her way around, her stare flicking between the filthy ground and the air above it as if trying to avoid a thug, though there was nothing there. To her, she was afraid for her life. She saw the ground begin to crumble away beneath her feet, nothing but a deep darkness left behind. A vulture that looked like a man and a machine at the same time hovered in the air above the hole, bloody talons reaching for her. She fought a growing need to screech like a banshee and run, knowing that if she did it would only agitate the vulture man and she would get no where. Trying to regain control of herself, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, a confused look came over her face. She was just standing in a gross alleyway. Disoriented, she walked away, wrapping her arms around herself as if she were cold.