Post by Flynn on Apr 26, 2012 14:44:20 GMT -5
Your name: Alexis.
Age: Uncomfortable with saying. Teenager.
Availability: Everyday, from about the afternoon til early nighttime.
Would you be willing to take up a Moderator Position? Sure.
Would you be willing/able to play influential characters? Yep. :3
Character name: Flynn Gray.
Age: 22.
Ethnicity/Species: Human. British.
Summary of personality and appearance:
Easily what one could call petite, Flynn stands at 5'1" and 120 lbs. She carries herself proudly but lacks the proper posture mothers are so often intent on teaching their children, and always seems to be wearing a near-permanent frown. Her sharp features hint at British descent, and her bold features and pale skin are only emphasized when she often ties her blonde curls back into a tight bun. Flynn constantly moves as if she's late for something, and what with the lithe way she stalks it's almost impossible not to think of a cat. With blue eyes sometimes framed by giant black-rimmed reading glasses, her clothes usually consist of knee-length dresses in neutral colors, and her jewelry is usually scarce. Clearly, she's not a girl who tries to draw attention with the way she dresses. For all her small stature, Flynn can be a force to be reckoned with.
I haven't written out a full personality yet, but I can provide one if needed? o3o
Skills: Combat skills, though she isn't the best fighter ever; a pretty good strategist.
Weapons: Uh. Something like this. Hidden pistol/blade in a bracer she'll wear whenever her clothes that day happen to have long sleeves, so they can hide it, but she's not overly concerned with carrying it around.
Sample Post:
Gennifer. Twas another night of infection, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, save for Gennifer, who was intent on not being caught. Despite the fact that the 'mothers' of the facility were supposed to be watching her, Gennifer was an expert at escaping, much to those around her's despair. She had easily maneuvered her way out of the living quarters and through the facility, till she arrived at the place she wanted to be in: the research division. The scientists were up late, as always, but she had hidden her small little self under one of the many metal tables until she had watched them leave, shuffling out with yawns and sleepy eyes. Then, she had made her move. With a book of her father's shoved under her arm, she had wiggled free of the dust and cobwebs beneath the table and darted for the quarantine chambers. The little blonde quickly found her way to the keypad at the edge of the glass door, and it didn't take her long to guess the combination. Well, at least it was half guess-work. She had watched them punch in the code once or twice from her hiding place, though the metal legs restricted her some. She was working with what little light the emergency lights provided, but before long, the keypad beeped and blinked green, signaling that it was open. She scrambled inside, fearful that the scientists would've heard the rather loud beep and come back to check on the research room. For a moment, all was silent (lest her father had made a sound). Then, she deemed it safe. "Dad!" She called, and would've trotted up to wherever she saw him, smiling brightly at her own victory.