[h1][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]【Katelynn Hawkes - 】[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [center][url=https://cdnw.nickpic.host/o7ybVJ.jpg][img]https://cdnw.nickpic.host/o7ybVJ.md.jpg[/img][/url] 【[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/]Theme I[/url][b]/|\[/b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/]Theme II[/url][b]/|\[/b][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/]Theme III[/url]】 [h3][color=#ffffff][i]~[/i][b]Quote from the Character[/b][i]~[/i][/color][/h3][/center] [h3][b][i][color=6ecff6][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [hider=My Hider] [center][h3]CS is Work in Progress[/H3][/center] [center]All areas not completed or filled in will develop during play[/center] [center][h3][b]Cape Name Here[/b][/h3][/center] [b]Name:[/b] Katelynn Hawkes [b]Alias:[/b] Their cape name. Yes, I want it twice. [b]Age:[/b] 26 [b]Alignment:[/b] Hero? Villain? Anti-hero? Other? [b]Loyalty:[/b] Unknown/Undecided [b]Appearance:[/b] Pictures are fine and dandy, but I want you to be able to describe them in words. Include their costume design here as well. Remember to be realistic. A 14-year-old kid off the street isn't going to be able to make a high-end costume without funding or resources outside what's normally available, and most materials can be tracked. [hider=My Hider] Sex: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Age: 26 Height: 5'6" Weight: 130 Build: Built Meas: 38DD,27, 36-37 Specialties: A O Natural Eye Color: Green Natural Hair Color: Brown Blood Type: AB- Allergies: None DOB: 3/6 SSN: 212-75-3496 Nationality: Australian or New Zealander[/hider] [b]History:[/b] [hider=My Hider] How has their life gone up until now? Be sure to cover all the major events, including their trigger. Remember that you're a relatively new cape to the scene. You don't have to have triggered just yesterday, but it's only within the last year or so that you've decided to start using your powers. And yes, you can have bought your powers from Cauldron, just remember that it's a tremendous secret you should never attempt to reveal, lest you draw the attention of "The Bogeyman." Katelynn was born the second child of the Hawkes family. Her father, Steven, and mother Elaina, were well to do relatively. Her father was a consulting engineer making a significant amount of money. Some suspected that he was a tinker, though it was never really confirmed. Mother was an advertiser and worked with numerous businesses and groups across the region. They had moved to Ash City when Eliot, the oldest of the children was only a few years old. There had been the promise of work, and indeed there was as the city was experiencing quite a bit of growth. The move took them from New Zealand to the United States, where a good portion of the Hawkes family resides. It wasn’t before long that the youngest of the three children they would have would be conceived after the move. It would have been a hectic time, were it not for the fact that the Hawkes family was numerous in its members. There was plenty of support for this small portion of the tribe moving into Ash City. Her uncle and aunt were a point of stability that allowed this to happen. When the time came, Selina was born. Eliot had seemed to resent the attention that the young Katie had been garnering from their parents, but now they seemed to dote on their youngest. In both of the older siblings mind, this was a slight that only continued to grow as they got older. Being the middle child, Kate felt often ignored, compared to the attention that Eliot, the oldest received, or the youngest often had. Over the years, Kate found herself stuck between the wild, almost rebellious nature of her older brother, while having to watch out for her younger sister, and often taking the blame for both of them, or often being blamed for their actions. During this time, Selina’s scholastic achievements were often praised, and she took it as a sign of being more intelligent. All three of the Hawkes children proved to be of equal intelligence, though Kate’s grades suffered. This was due more to a general dissatisfaction with her home life and the difficulty of her siblings. As she neared middle school, she found herself driven anew as her mind seemed to experience a shift in focus. In only a few short years she began to make up for the ground that had been ‘lost’, or rather ignored. It seemed that as puberty began to set in she become much more competitive and less willing to simply let her siblings roll over her. Staying with other family members, especially during the summer, taking trips, and hanging with her cousins alleviated much of the pressures, especially as she worked through middle school. Those were happy days for Kate, and during the summer between 8th grade and her freshman year she’d seemed to change much physically. High school would, of course, bring its own set of challenges. Social dynamics shifted, friendships rearranged, and things began to get more complicated with raging hormones and out of control biology. High school provided a refuge since her brother had left home to join the military, feeling that he would be out from under controlling influences. Obviously, this was not well thought out. Mostly this was to get away from his parental controls, not realizing just how strict military life would be. Of course, Kate knew better. Her brother had never been the most popular in school, so there wasn’t much of a shadow to worry about with his departure. Clean slate. She was also old enough that she wouldn’t be attending the same school as Selina, which separated her from the constant comparisons. With a few family members in ths same school system Kate would be automatically more popular. This helped with joining the girls athletics program, and trying out for Cheer. She, of course, made the team. She also began to take gymnastics and kickboxing, keeping her quite busy. Being so busy kept her plugged into the social situation of Ash City, and her grades were required to stay sufficient to participate in team and cheer events. By virtue of her martial arts and gymnastics classes they focused on academic excellence as well. Popular, excelling student, and in the best shape of her life, Kate seemed to have it all going for her. Having a strong sense of right and wrong, and disliking bullies, she opted to take courses in law and debate, was exposed to photography and journalism, and of course basic computer literacy and computer sciences. By the time she graduated, she’d made up her mind that she wanted to pursue a career with the PRT. It was semi-prestigious. It would put her near some of the most recognizable capes. It was an opportunity to rub elbows with powerful people, socio-politically as well as literally. The job was also challenging and appealed to the competitive side of her. And it was potentially dangerous at times, appealing to the thrill seeker and partial adrenaline junky that was within. Her skillsets and abilities would lend well to the job. Unfortunately, her parents didn’t seem to support the decision whole-heartedly. They couldn’t see the correlation between the image or concept they had of their daughter, and what she was seeking to do. They had even gone so far as to question why she thoguth she would even be good enough or would succeed at all. Like a slap in the face, it served only to drive her harder. The very next day she submitted her application. A short time later, she was given the opportunity to train, make it through the program and learn all she could. Katelynn graduated and became a PRT member. While not the greatest to come through the traiing, she was by no means the worst. The program had been grueling, and many came from military or law enforcement backgrounds, providing stiff competition. However, she adapted and excelled, often going as hard as any of the guys on the teams, if not a bit harder, having to make up for the difference. [/hider] [center][h3][color=orange][b]Personality[/b][/color][/h3][/center] [b]Motivations:[/b] What is it that they want? What are they working toward as a larger goal? Feel free to get as creative or as simple as you like. [b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual Favorites: [list] [*] Season: Spring [*] Color(s): Black, Navy, Gold, Red [*] Pet: Dogs, Horses [*] TV Show (Types): SitComs, Dramas, Home Improvement, Documentaries [*] Movie Types: Fantasy, Animated, Thriller, Action, Comedy, Drama, Other [*] Book Types: Sci-Fi, Graphic Novels, Humor, Technical, Horror [*] Music Types: Reggae, Rock, R&B/Soul, Jazz/Swing- Electro-Swing, ElectronicDance Music [*] Hobbies: Tarot cards, Watching TV/Movies, Photography, Music, Reading, Sunbathing [*] Beverage (Non Alcoholic): Lemonade [*] Beverage (Alcoholic): Long Island Iced Tea, Mojito [*] Foods: Cajun cuisine, Chicken soup (homemade), Salad (specific type), Seafood [/list] [b]Likes:[/b] [list][*]Fast vehicles [*]Thrills and things that raise the adrenaline [*]Good food, good company, good conversation[/list] [b]Dislikes:[/b] [list][*]Bullies [*]Rude people [*]Slow traffic[/list] [b]Derangement:[/b] A side effect of your powers affecting your personality or thought process. Thinking like a different animal, losing your sense of direction, increased aggression, so on and so forth. It's not a required field, but it is encouraged, and does not have to be major. [center][h3][color=dodgerblue][b]Parahumanism[/b][/color][/h3][/center] [b]Skills:[/b][list] [*] Hand to Hand: Martial Arts - Kali [*] Kickboxing [*] Combat Driving [*] Athletics & Gymnastics [*] Photography [*] Dancing [*] Running [*] Military Etiquette [*] Military Sign [*] Radio: Basic [*] Demolitions & Demo Disposal [*] Tracking [*] WP Handguns, Rifles, Shotguns, Blunt (Batons, etc), Heavy Military Weapons, PRT Special Weapons [*] Detect Ambush [*] Streetwise [*] Pilot: Automobiles & Motorcycles [*] Cooking (Basic)[/list] These are main skills but not exhaustive. [b]Classification:[/b] Mover? Shifter? Tinker? Blaster? Mix and match? [b]Details:[/b] Get into the details of your power and how it works. The general overview, if you will, goes right here. [b]Limitations:[/b] All powers have some sort of limitations built in, no exceptions. And you are not to just put down "Manton Effect" as your only limit, everyone is subjected to that. [b]Equipment:[/b] What sort of goodies do you have on you when you're in costume? If you are a Ward, you automatically start with a Protectorate Communication Earpiece and your costume will get to incorporate a holographic computer interfacing tool, courtesy of Decoy. [H3]Assets:[/H3] [list] [*] A job - generally 40 hours a week, allowing one to maintain everything below when the next month rolls around. Leaves you unhappy or stressed, doesn’t earn much or takes a great deal of time. [*] Transportation: New - Sedan; 2 Door - Less than 1 year old and still making monthly payments of $300/mo. [*] Decent Clothes [*] Current Residence: 2 bedroom apartment - lived there about 3 years [*] Good health, money for food. [*] A cell phone, perhaps not entirely up to date. [*] Laptop/Desktop computer and an internet connection [*] Stuff for one not-too expensive hobby (tools, a bike, art materials, camera/darkroom, camping stuff, etc.) [*] Insurance - covering your ass if another asset gets destroyed/stolen/ruined. Can be literal insurance or just having a replacement on hand, somehow. [*] Inheritance: House Property: Value is $300,000 but to get the full value will take 10 months. A quick sale will reduce the asking price of the property by 30%. [*] Life Savings: $30,000 [*] Pocket Money: $3,000 (prepaid debit) [*] Credit Card: $5,000 limit (unused... mostly) [/list] You worked so hard to get here, a prestigious school. You got the grades, you studied until you thought you'd lose your mind. Then you finally earned admission. You're surrounded by others of your caliber, suddenly a small fish in a very crowded pond, and it starts to eat at you. It starts with stomach cramps. Two teeth crack because you're grinding them so viciously, awake and in your sleep. The study drugs aren't helping, amping you up, making your heart race, but they let you function without sleep. Then you start shitting blood. You're destroying your body in your desperate attempt to make headway. Weeks into this miserable exercise, you stare at your paper - a C-, graded on the bell curve. Something in you snaps and you double down on the drugs, hoping they either give you the fuel to keep going or kill you. As you stare at the screen, seeing you're only writing gibberish, and your stomach starts cramping like a giant has wrapped his hand around your guts and is twisting, you trigger. It was supposed to be a simple week at a cabin that belonged to your friend's parents. The five of you carpooled, joking around and having a good time the whole way. It was pretty late when you arrived, so you all hit the sack, figuring anything that needed to be taken care of could wait until morning. Bad call. The cabin had gas heating and sometime during the night something broke, flooding the cabin with gas. You wake up unable to breathe, panicking and thrashing in your bed. You're barely conscious when you and two of your friends trigger. It was supposed to be your night, and you haven't had many nights. Your parents paid for your older siblings to go to school and they didn't have funds left over to pay your way, so you worked your way through. They shared a car through their teens, moved out, and took the car with, while you took the bus. But a work colleague became a boyfriend and then after three years became a fiance. The night of your wedding arrives (paid for by you and the fiance, of course), and lo and behold, your older sister shows up in a white dress. You're scandalized, but you bite your tongue, and you cross your fingers that people will see it as the blatant and gross faux pas that it is. In the midst of your evening, soured by the specter of your sister in her white dress here and there, always in your peripheral vision, you overhear people commenting on her. You edge closer, eavesdropping, in hopes of hearing some gossip at her expense, but all they talk about is how beautiful she is. You saved for this night, your night for two damn years, for this. You trigger. There's a little bit of forest you used to go to all the time when you were young, and you still go there when you want a break from the dash of city life. Like all things from your childhood, it seems so much smaller now, and safer. Except not anymore - it turns out a gang's hiding in there, and now you're running madly through the woods as they chase after you, firing their guns whenever they catch sight of you. You daren't go out in the open where you're an easy target, but they're closing in on your position... You trigger as one of them breaks through the brush and fires at you. It started with you going online during a sleepover with your school friends. Anonymous, no face shown, flashing people and running an ongoing auction so that your audience could bid on the things they wanted you and your friends to do. You and your friends split the cash, but the online transaction left a trail, and one of the perverts who were watching sent you an email. They listed your contacts on social media, your mom, your dad, your -school-, and showed you some of the video they'd recorded, where you let a glimpse of your face appear. Do as they say, and they won't send the video out to everyone you know. They tell you if you try to get them arrested, a dead man's switch will ensure the video goes live. They send you a list of instructions - stuff that involves more videos, giving them even more ammo. Your friend's boyfriend gets hit by a car, dying, and the blackmailer goes utterly silent. Faced with a deadline you can't hope to meet, vividly imagining the disappointment and humiliation that will affect every last part of your life, you trigger. You're at the bar, you're having a good time. Everyone's laughing, looking good, and the place is lively. You take a sip of your drink, nothing seeming amiss. A few minutes later the room starts to spin, your limbs feel weak, everything going blurry. "Whoopsie," a blurry figure says near you. "Looks like my friend here's had too much to drink." That was your first drink of the night! You can't even muster the energy to get up out of your chair, and your "friend" says "I'll make sure they get home safe and sound," waving off the concerns of the other patrons. You've never seen this person in your life, you're sure of it, as they lift your arm up over their shoulders and drag you out of the bar, and a thought works it's way through your murky mind - you've been drugged. No! No! You attempt to struggle, raise a shout, but all you manage to do is trip a bit and moan. You're not getting away under your own power. You think you hear the person carrying you chuckle, and you trigger. [/hider] [color=lightgreen]Extras[/color] [hider=Notes/Scratchpad] IQ: 15 ME: 14 MA: 12 PS: 14 PP: 21 PE: 15 PB: 15 Spd: 19 Female Caucasian Age: Mid 20's Height: 5'6" Weight: 130 Build: Built Meas: 38DD,27, 36-37 Specialties: A O Natural Eye Color: Green Natural Hair Color: Brown Blood Type: AB- Allergies: None SSN: 212-75-3496 Nationality: Australian or New Zealander Birth Order: 3rd out of 5? (older brother, older sister, twin sisters (younger) ) DOB: 3/6 Disposition: TBD Personality: TBD Marital Status: TBD Children: None Family History (Possibles) 96-00: Mysterious Background II: The character was raised by what appeared to be a loving normal family. However the character has just recently discovered that they were adopted and all traces of your true identity have disappeared or have been covered up by some unknown source. Family Political Background: Independent Personal Political View: Independent Adult Background History PERSONALITY INFO Personal Bias: Bullies (hate 'em) Darkest Fear: Water (deep/open) Preferred Firearms: Semi-auto rifle, light - (5.56 - AR-15), mid-sized semi-auto autoloader Preferred Melee: Large single-edged knife, Preferred Ranged: Tranq rifle (non-lethal) Character Traits Social Hangup - Criminal Record Sensory Disorder - Astigmatism (fixed, LASIK) [/hider]