Post by dory on Oct 19, 2009 22:40:10 GMT -5
-Character Description-
Name: McFair, Roselinde
Age: 19
Programmer Rank: Script Kiddie
Faction: Neutral
Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland
General Personality: Whoever said "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" hasn't been to Ireland. Either that, or they meant to say, "Irish Woman". In any case, Rose is the embodiment of that saying at times, when her red headed temper catches up to her and she remembers precisely why she owns a Holo-Comp-- so she can kick the shit out of people without being charged with assault. Or manslaughter. Most of the people who know her have seen her go off the hook at least once, but that doesn't mean she's always angry. Quite to the contrary, in fact.
Most of the time (or at least half of the time) she's a happy enough girl. Once she gets a hold of a persons core personality, chances are that she can tell them what they should be wearing and everything that's wrong with what they ARE wearing. She's a huge fan of anything dangerous and if that just so happens to involve something illegal, great. There's not much in the way of morals when it comes to Roselinde McFair getting herself in to mischief. At least she also knows how to get out of it.
She tends to talk to herself, though whether she's talking to herself, or just talking in general is debatable. But she's not insane, she'll be sure to tell you: She's just eccentric, and everything she sees translates in to words. Words that she sometimes says out loud.
Likes: Chocolate, Shopping, Writing, Gambling, Tattoos, Good music, cigarettes, mischief, revenge
Dislikes: Caramel, Music played too high or too quietly, Quickly placed judgement, psychiatrists, Artificial flavoring, drugs other than nicotine and whiskey, being bored, being called a whore.
Habits: Narrating herself out loud, referring to herself in third person, spending her money when first she gets it, smoking roughly a pack and a half a day, finding the nearest casino when in need of money, narrating herself.
Looks/Description: Rose isn't a particularly tall girl, neither is she particularly wide or muscular. Her hands and feet are small. Her arms and legs are short and slender. Yeah, she knows. No she doesn't care. Doesn't mean that she can't scare the living shit out of someone if she damn well wants to. Charisma is a matter of attitudes, not appearances. And she has enough of it.
Her hair is orange, and long, wavy with bright red and deep black dye laced through it in strategic points. Freckles spatter the bridge of her nose, along with her shoulders, but don't go down much further than that, with the occassional off freckle on her hand and stomach.
Hugging her waist are a series of three black, tattooed spikes, the top one centered so that they almost touch beneath her bust, and spread out from there, so the bottom ones almost touch at the squall of her back. On her stomach is a celtic style inversed pentagram, shaded with purple and blue ink, and highlighted on the inside with uv reactant ink, and on the outside with black light reactant ink. Scrawling across her back is a celtic cross, completely black, but with the same glowing inks highlighting them.
It's hard to tell what her legs look like, as they are never bared and are instead sheathed in opaque black leggings, tucked neatly in to carefully laced black combat boots which reach roughly to her knees. White fishnet highlight the contours of her legs, and a very short crimson skirt makes them seem longer than they actually are.
Her upper body is decorated (rather than covered, really) by a strange type of vest which is made of some sort of resilient black fabric, and hugs her curves well enough where it's buttoned (directly over her bust and no where else, as there appear to be no more buttons to hook). Although the vest is nearly backless, there is a strip of fabric across her shoulderblades, leading to long belled sleeves. There is also a strip of fabric across the bottom of her back, where the garment drapes in to a long cape like extension that brushes just past her ankles, close to the floor.
She wears no make up, but really she doesn't need it. Her lips are full and pink even without stain, and her moss green eyes are wide enough without shadow. Though it wouldn't hurt to use a bit of mascara, the natural look suits her without taking away her originality.
History: Men like beer. Men like women. Men like women that bring them beer, and that's how Rose was born. A bar maid with less morals than most prostitutes met a well-to-do gentleman, and greeted the stork with the little baby girl that would soon follow in her parents wild footsteps. When she was five she informed the father that there was more than one God, and showed him where the bible supported her theory. When she was ten she displayed an intimate knowledge of swear words to the same father, and earned herself fifty hail mary's. When she was fifteen, she refused to go to church altogether.
By eighteen, her parents had had enough of the cute little hellion that was their daughter through and through, and sent her off to Japan to learn some discipline, but all she really learned were ways of hurting a person without causing harm, and ways of winning money from a game.
-Character Holo-Comp Description-
Holo-Comp's Appearance: It's a lighter. Yes, a lighter. The kind that makes fire? More accurately, it's a silver zippo with a Celtic Knotted heart etched in to the front, but which seems just a bit bigger than a zippo should. The back of the lighter opens to reveal her options. She keeps it securely in her bra.
Holo-Comp User Agreement: Roselinde McFair
Holo-comp Slots: 3
Name: McFair, Roselinde
Age: 19
Programmer Rank: Script Kiddie
Faction: Neutral
Place of Birth: Dublin, Ireland
General Personality: Whoever said "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" hasn't been to Ireland. Either that, or they meant to say, "Irish Woman". In any case, Rose is the embodiment of that saying at times, when her red headed temper catches up to her and she remembers precisely why she owns a Holo-Comp-- so she can kick the shit out of people without being charged with assault. Or manslaughter. Most of the people who know her have seen her go off the hook at least once, but that doesn't mean she's always angry. Quite to the contrary, in fact.
Most of the time (or at least half of the time) she's a happy enough girl. Once she gets a hold of a persons core personality, chances are that she can tell them what they should be wearing and everything that's wrong with what they ARE wearing. She's a huge fan of anything dangerous and if that just so happens to involve something illegal, great. There's not much in the way of morals when it comes to Roselinde McFair getting herself in to mischief. At least she also knows how to get out of it.
She tends to talk to herself, though whether she's talking to herself, or just talking in general is debatable. But she's not insane, she'll be sure to tell you: She's just eccentric, and everything she sees translates in to words. Words that she sometimes says out loud.
Likes: Chocolate, Shopping, Writing, Gambling, Tattoos, Good music, cigarettes, mischief, revenge
Dislikes: Caramel, Music played too high or too quietly, Quickly placed judgement, psychiatrists, Artificial flavoring, drugs other than nicotine and whiskey, being bored, being called a whore.
Habits: Narrating herself out loud, referring to herself in third person, spending her money when first she gets it, smoking roughly a pack and a half a day, finding the nearest casino when in need of money, narrating herself.
Looks/Description: Rose isn't a particularly tall girl, neither is she particularly wide or muscular. Her hands and feet are small. Her arms and legs are short and slender. Yeah, she knows. No she doesn't care. Doesn't mean that she can't scare the living shit out of someone if she damn well wants to. Charisma is a matter of attitudes, not appearances. And she has enough of it.
Her hair is orange, and long, wavy with bright red and deep black dye laced through it in strategic points. Freckles spatter the bridge of her nose, along with her shoulders, but don't go down much further than that, with the occassional off freckle on her hand and stomach.
Hugging her waist are a series of three black, tattooed spikes, the top one centered so that they almost touch beneath her bust, and spread out from there, so the bottom ones almost touch at the squall of her back. On her stomach is a celtic style inversed pentagram, shaded with purple and blue ink, and highlighted on the inside with uv reactant ink, and on the outside with black light reactant ink. Scrawling across her back is a celtic cross, completely black, but with the same glowing inks highlighting them.
It's hard to tell what her legs look like, as they are never bared and are instead sheathed in opaque black leggings, tucked neatly in to carefully laced black combat boots which reach roughly to her knees. White fishnet highlight the contours of her legs, and a very short crimson skirt makes them seem longer than they actually are.
Her upper body is decorated (rather than covered, really) by a strange type of vest which is made of some sort of resilient black fabric, and hugs her curves well enough where it's buttoned (directly over her bust and no where else, as there appear to be no more buttons to hook). Although the vest is nearly backless, there is a strip of fabric across her shoulderblades, leading to long belled sleeves. There is also a strip of fabric across the bottom of her back, where the garment drapes in to a long cape like extension that brushes just past her ankles, close to the floor.
She wears no make up, but really she doesn't need it. Her lips are full and pink even without stain, and her moss green eyes are wide enough without shadow. Though it wouldn't hurt to use a bit of mascara, the natural look suits her without taking away her originality.
History: Men like beer. Men like women. Men like women that bring them beer, and that's how Rose was born. A bar maid with less morals than most prostitutes met a well-to-do gentleman, and greeted the stork with the little baby girl that would soon follow in her parents wild footsteps. When she was five she informed the father that there was more than one God, and showed him where the bible supported her theory. When she was ten she displayed an intimate knowledge of swear words to the same father, and earned herself fifty hail mary's. When she was fifteen, she refused to go to church altogether.
By eighteen, her parents had had enough of the cute little hellion that was their daughter through and through, and sent her off to Japan to learn some discipline, but all she really learned were ways of hurting a person without causing harm, and ways of winning money from a game.
-Character Holo-Comp Description-
Holo-Comp's Appearance: It's a lighter. Yes, a lighter. The kind that makes fire? More accurately, it's a silver zippo with a Celtic Knotted heart etched in to the front, but which seems just a bit bigger than a zippo should. The back of the lighter opens to reveal her options. She keeps it securely in her bra.
Holo-Comp User Agreement: Roselinde McFair
Holo-comp Slots: 3
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