Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2014 18:22:23 GMT -7
Vesper Isles
Vesper Isles Thirty Neutral N/A Strength All please! FACE CLAIM: Alex Benedetto. ANIMANGA: Gangsta. GENDER: Female. HEIGHT: Five foot Ten inches. WEIGHT: One hundred & Thirty six pounds. APPEARANCE She looks good for her age- says everyone who think it'll get on her good side -but in the end it doesn't make her care any more or less for her appearance. Her skin is dark, both from heritage and her daily activities outside; she stands fairly tall at five feet ten inches and weighing enough to fill in her body by an appropriate amount. From years on the force muscles have formed, aiding her in her work but increasing her weight. Thick, black hair streams down from her head, falling just below her shoulder blades and kept loose except for the occasional braid when the weather is hot. Under long bangs of black are blue eyes, deep rings etched underneath them from lack of sleep and stress. Her clothing is never anything but comfortable and simple and, besides donning her uniform, she never thinks twice about what to wear outside. She doesn't care no does she worry herself on how she looks or if she could look better. Having a job like hers one would except to see many scars from incidents passed and, like many, she has had her fair share of damage done to her that have left permanent reminders on her skin. Deep gashes on her legs and arm have left a few small scars but the majority of injuries have been internal, the scars on the outside minimal at worst. Hey brother, there’s an endless road to re-discover. Hey sister, know the water's sweet but blood is thicker. 9 You are nine years old and in the hospital. You aren't sick nor did you have to sleep in the room you are currently visiting in; your father is out in the hall talking to your grandparents in hushed tones as you hover over the side of the bed with large eyes. Sitting upright with a small bundle of lightly toned blue blankets in her arm is your mother, flushed in red from the growing sunset lighting up the sky from outside the windows. You ask her how she's feeling and that you missed her, she laughs and answers, leaning over cautiously to kiss your head before showing you what is hidden within the blankets. inside is a sleep face of a newborn baby, pudgy cheeks flushed with life as he breaths in and out; he's your new baby brother. as you stare you smile, amazed by how cute the baby looks as he sleeps in your mothers arms.Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you, There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do. 15 as your brother got older you started to actually hate having another sibling. while the child was cute when he was a baby the now rambunctious child is more irritating than he is tolerable. he has started school and you are always tasked with helping him with homework and taking care of him after school due to your parents working scheduled. your mother says your annoyance is just because you are so much older than he and that teen years never go well for anyone; you know exactly what she's talking about and all you can think is that everything on the matter is stupid. you still love him, you think as you sit across from him on the kitchen table pointing at a problem he forgot to do on him homework. you have to, he's family.What if I'm far from home? Oh, brother I will hear you call. 19 Your leave from intermediate school to high school has helped with your attitude with your family, and for that you are grateful. teen years are rough, your mother would always say. give it time. those words would always start fights between you and she for reasons that make no sense to you know, but that is all behind you for the most part. maturity takes time and while you know you have a long way to go still you feel as though you are a better person. while your relationship with your parents have gotten better your relationship with your brother seems to be as rocky as ever; you rarely see him, and when you do he is off locked in his room or sneaking out of the house or in arguments with your father due to the former. you note he is a more rebellious kid than you and you often wonder why.you work two jobs while you take college courses to help pay for your tuition. your parents can't do it all. meaningless jobs as they are- one being a waitress for a breakfast joint, the other working for a cleaning crew who caters to the local police station -they pay well enough, or at least enough to get you by and help around the house when need be. your father always tells you how proud he is, your mother wishes you the best and to not work yourself to death. your brother just gives you a passing glance, a shrug or just nothing. maybe one day, hopefully soon, he'll open up- he must be going through the same troubled youth as you did. What if I lose it all? Oh, sister I will help you out! 20 for the longest time you didn't know what to do with your life. yes, you wanted to help your family, but what about your life outside of them? that you never knew, until now. you have recently quit your waitress job at the offer from one of the captains at the station to have you as secretary rather than just a cleaner. there is a sense of pride and accomplishment in you every time you walk into the small local police office, even if it is to do very mundane things. you come to realize how much you admire the law enforcement and its inner workings, astonished by what they have to do as well as amazed by what it took for the men and woman to get to where they are. its from these feelings that you have come your current conclusion: you want to become a police officer, maybe a detective later on if you can. you want to help and protect people, you want to keep your family and community safe. you begin to take criminal justice and law classes, asking peers what to take that may help in your goal; they warn you it'll be hard but you're determined, confident that you'll be able to do anything.your parents aren't too happy with your choice, too afraid of a future that would lead to them loosing a child; you ensure them that you'll be safe however it does nothing to the hard set lines in your parents face. you feel a hint of discouragement however you tuck it away- you're set on your goal and after a few days of contemplation and long talks after dinner your parents wish you the best of luck. their words aren't as meaningful as they could be and you know they hope for your failure so you can be safe but you'll show them that you'll be fine. your brother still says nothing to you except sarcastic remarks about how stupid of a choice you have made which you ignore. you'll show him too. Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you, There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do. 25 they were right, you think as you place on your uniform. it was hard work getting to where you are but it was all worth it. your parents are still worried- you can see it in their eyes every time you visit them -but you try to ignore that. it's gotten better and you assume its due to them having to worry more about their rebellious runaway son, your brother, rather than their newly assigned police officer daughter. at least now you can maybe help your brother by scaring him with handcuffs and a night in a jail cell you say, trying to lighten the mood with your parents whenever you get the chance to have dinner with them. you live alone now in some apartment you lucked out on snatching and you like it a lot. while you are a 'people person'- as your captain likes to call you -you enjoy your space away from all the drama and paperwork this job stacks on you.you keep hearing about reports of people going missing, utter terror around cities and towns just out of reach from her jurisdiction- its all the office can talk about other than the local crazies and stupid teens. you wonder what the hell is going on and happening with the world, its your duty now to think of these things. there are nights you sit up and watch the news on these reports, utterly baffled as you doze off into a slumber, but there is one thing you know: you are grateful it hasn't happened here and to your family. you are so very grateful of this. ------------------- your parents surprise you with you news. a family vacation to hong kong. its the first time you have seen your brother excited about something in a long time and your parents are beaming with joy to have some time off of their work. you wish you could go however you are needed at the office and have yet to accumulate vacation days; they are sad- at least your parents are -and while they talk about rescheduling you catch the whispers of your father telling your mom it'll cost them more. you reassure them you'll be able to make the next vacation or even treat them to one when you get the chance. a month passes with the usual until the date they leave and that day is as normal as all the others; your brother is complaining about your driving, your father is laughing as you tell him you'll arrest him and your mother is talking about a story you have heard twenty times by now. you kiss and hug and wave them off after you arrive at the airport, and you wait to watch the plane leave and you wait a little bit more because it feels odd to know they aren't in the small little town you have been in for twenty five years. you go to the office and everything is the same, routines set in and accepted by everyone who are sitting behind computers doing reports or going off to a call. you still feel weird knowing your family is gone but it's fine because they're coming back in a week with new stories for your mom to rant about, problems your dad will complain about and nothing but a shrug from your brother about the whole trip. ------------------- no one calls you when it happens, how could they. you don't find out until two days after you saw your family off on their vacation. it's late into the night when you had gotten home, turning the television on as you dine on the take out you have gotten yourself that you learn what has happen. flashing in large letters is the report: hong kong destroyed, millions killed, cities gone. the reports raged on, dashing across your screen as you stare- stunned and sick -until you cannot take any more. you fall onto the hard ground of your kitchen, leaning against the cabinet before your hands are running to find your phone inside your bag. you dial your mother with no answer, your father and than your little brother. you do this over and over again, rushing to get some form of relief to know they are okay but each time you get nothing but a dial tone. you don't sleep at all that night, or at least you don't think you do- you don't remember and everything feels like a blur of pain and confusion and anger. you don't move from the floor and you don't want to, you don't want to do anything- that's something you do remember. Hey brother, there’s an endless road to re-discover. Hey sister, do you still believe in love, I wonder? 30 you have learned after that night your family had died during the hong kong incident and you have done whatever you could to figure out what and why it happened. digimon, the word that has come and gone through countless reports from witnesses who survived; many people began to connect them with the missing person reports and strange occurrences that had happened prior. you began to obsess over the case, re-watching the tapes and reports on the so called 'demon' who had spoken to everyone after the incident. lately, however, you have cooled down from how you were before, but it has changed you for the worse. you no longer smile with genuine happiness any more and the stress doesn't bother you as much. you remember pleading with your captain to put a good word in for you when offices around the nation were getting calls to send people overseas to japan to aid in their efforts. you remember telling him how you wanted to be as close as you could to figure out everything, to stop what was happening, and you remember him looking at you with sympathy and worry before telling you to leave.you have long since stopped caring about your future goal you had set for yourself when you were young; you have made a new goal for yourself, one more stuck on revenge than anything else. you miss them, you think. you miss them a lot. your hands fiddle with the phone in your new apartment looking out towards the sapporo district. it's late into the night and the lights of the buildings surrounding you are still lit with late night business. you are on a chair, head against the wall as you stare out of the window of your new home. you don't belong here but at least this is one step closer to closure. MEMBER NAME: ava AGE: legal / young adult? yeah. (19) OTHER CHARACTERS: @ava ROLEPLAY SAMPLE exempt. |
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