Fabricant451

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

Still finna make a Renee Montoya type. In that she's not Renee Montoya but is pretty much Montoya in that she's gonna be a GCPD detective and such

A Love That Shall Not Be Named

@AimeChambers Darian: Unapologetic

Speed Dating: Pezula

Alrighty then, characters as promised.

Lady

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Character Summary

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Name: Veronica Bryant
Age: Twenty Seven

Zodiac: Gemini

Ethnicity: Caucasian. Irish-American

Gender: Female

Occupation: Cartoonist

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Appearance

Height: 5'6"

Weight: Rude to ask. Like so rude. But it's like less than 150 but not by a whole lot?

Build: Is there a word for 'has some chub in the thighs'? Let's go with a little pear shaped.

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Muddy Brown

Skin Tone: A fair tanned pale.

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Veronica has a tattoo of Snoopy on her right shoulder. No piercings. No scars that ever lingered.

Personal Style: It's quite clear that Veronica is not exactly someone that has a great eye for fashion, but that's never really bothered her. She's not in the industry or anything. Hers is more comfortable rather than practical or stylish, often wearing casual clothing that's mismatched and frequently wearing the same shirt or pants more than one day in a row.

Her favorite articles of clothing are shorts and skirts or really anything that lets her show off her legs, which in her eyes are the only thing physically that she can be proud of. Her shorts tend to be of the denim variety and her skirts tend to be flared. She never styles her hair in any particular way, just letting it flow naturally, though she does brush it in the mornings. She does have some standards after all.

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Psychology

Sloppy * Sarcastic * Independent * Rude

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single for the better part of twenty seven years now

Personality: There's a very clear reason as to why Veronica has had such difficulty in having dates call back after the first time out and it might have something to do with how she acts and speaks. Veronica is a woman who missed the memo on certain social graces, such as covering her mouth when she has to belch or making rude, often vulgar, comments. It's sort of childish, her behavior, but her stubborn refusal to change herself has pretty much dug her own grave when it comes to the dating world.

But that doesn't really bother her, she's happy enough with who she is and really only considers dating because often it's a way to get a free dinner out of it. Or at least a cheaper one when they go Dutch about it. Her sense of humor is more tongue in cheek than outright witty, responding in sarcastic tones and searching for the right sorts of puns to fit a situation. Some find that annoying since Veronica always wants to be the one to come off as funny when her sarcasm is more mean spirited than anything else.

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History

History: Veronica was born in Waterford, Ireland but her father moved the family to America when Veronica was just about ready to enter kindergarten. She is an only child and in that way was rather spoiled as a kid, with her parents both working and providing to ensure that there was always food on the table and presents for a birthday. The Bryants took frequent trips to Ireland to see the extended family but Veronica never really seemed to get along with her cousins and grandparents, seeing the trips as nothing more than boring vacations.

The landscapes of her home country were what led to her picking up the drawing utensils in the first place and by the time she was entering high school she was spending more time doodling than doing homework. She wasn't a dumb kid by any stretch, but she only ever skated by, maintaining her middle of the road average due to her caring more about drawing than whatever happened in history or literature. Her college experience was two years before she decided that it just wasn't for her.

So with no degree, Veronica moved back in with her parents where she lived until she was twenty six. During her early twenties she was forced to work minimum wage jobs, working her way up the ladder at a McDonald's until she got a letter in the mail informing her that her cartoon 'Swingles' was going to be syndicated in national newspapers. The comic strip is a humorous take on being single in the modern world, drawing frequently from her own experiences. The hardest part of her new job was meeting the deadlines, daily strips really take more time than she initially thought. Still, the job was enough to live off of, much to the joy of her parents, and it comes with enough free time for her to indulge in her other hobbies.

Veronica would like to take her drawing talents to the realm of graphic novels, which she works on in her spare time, but so far no one's interested in publishing anything other than collections of Swingles strips.

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Extras

Character Quote: "My best friend is a pencil because pencils, unlike people, don't care that you forgot to brush your teeth that week."

Theme Song: Comeback Kid by Sleigh Bells
Anything Else: Irish Catholic, but she doesn't attend.

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Gentleman

Character Summary

Name:David Sandoval

Age: 30

Zodiac: Virgo

Ethnicity: Hispanic

Gender: Male

Occupation: Veterinarian

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Appearance

Height: 6'0

Weight: 178 ;bs

Build: Healthy

Eyes: Deep Brown

Hair: Black

Skin Tone: Light Brown

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None whatsover.

Personal Style: David carries himself like a professional, preferring more formal attire during the working week and more casual formal during weekends, such as nice turtlenecks and khakis; though his footwear is often just sneakers rather than loafers or the like. He walks around and is on his feet often and comfort trumps style when it comes to feet. His style trades more in appearance rather than outright comfort, but when your name is on a building sign then appearances matter.

If there is anything inconsistent it's his hair. He enjoys having facial hair, a goatee or fuzz fan, but often the responsibility of keeping it groomed makes it more work than it's truly worth. His hair is usually kept short because letting it grow out would just show how shaggy it can get even with combing and frequent washing. Around his eyes are bags of someone who doesn't get nearly as much sleep as they would like.

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Psychology

Analytical * Calm * Well Spoken * Dependable

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Widower

Personality: Befitting one who people trust to save and inspect their beloved house pets, David is of a sharp mind and a sharper tongue. He carries himself professionally in practically every endeavor, from keeping a rapport with clients and co workers to interactions with new people; David is always one to appreciate a firm handshake and strong eye contact. He fancies himself a problem solver, but that really consists of him overthinking any given situation since he doesn't wish to rush into things.

No one has really seen him lose his temper or his patience, always forcing himself to smile and bear it even when people are making it incredibly difficult to do. David doesn't seem able to say the word no, which has often led to people in the know taking advantage of him. A well acted sob story gets him right where it counts.

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History

History: David was born in Santa Fe, New Mexico to parents that entered the country with work visas before becoming full citizens in their own right. David is the oldest of three siblings, with Hope being his younger sister and Hector being his younger brother. Being the older brother in the family he often took it upon himself to look out for his siblings when his parents couldn't be there to do so. While they have in time come to appreciate what he was doing, at the time he simply came off as needlessly overprotective.

Originally, David had intended to enter law school and pursue a legal career, but his Freshman year of college saw him meeting the woman who would become his wife, Carmen, who was going in the nursing field. David made the rash decision to follow along, switching his field of study to veterinary medicine. He and Carmen were married shortly after getting their degrees and David having a position at a local veterinarian's office.

Carmen unfortunately passed away after a drunk driver ran a red light and crashed into her vehicle. David never quite recovered, not getting back out there and taking the loss rather hard. He became focused on his career and earned a reputation with the community. He believes he's finally ready to move on, but isn't quite sure if he's still got a chance to find what he lost.

Extras

Character Quote: "It's not being selfless, it's just doing the right thing."

Theme Song: Heart of Gold by Neil Young

Anything Else: Raised Catholic but never really stuck with it. If anything he considers himself agnostic these days.

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A Love That Shall Not Be Named

@lovely complex _{and the president}

Redemption: Shadows of Esarion

Technically it is tomorrow before noon because it is midnight so I'm way ahead of the curve.

Character

| The Betrothed |

Sparrows

[NAME]

Carisa

[ORIGIN]

Xelfiria

[AGE]

Barely In The Twenties

[APPEARANCE]

Carisa certainly did her home proud just from a passing glance. Though average in height, she is extraordinary elsewhere, namely in her alabaster skin with nary a blemish and a fair maiden's dimple when she smiles. There's a symmetry to her angular face with her eyebrows a bit on the bushy side and a small nose with a downward point to the tip. Her build is rather lithe with muscles not readily visible but a body that shows both the signs of conditioning and laze. No one would confuse her for one that lived in a hedonistic opulence, but they would be correct in assuming that some of her time was spent not on improving her body but on enjoying the pleasures of being waited upon.

Carisa's hair was once a fine thing, straight and lustrous with a hue that rivaled the golden fields of wheat, though it maintains its length, the color is more ghostly than golden, with long strands that often cover her right eye, which shines with a sapphire blue gaze matched in her left. Surely Carisa was at once considered a conventional beauty by any standards, which of course made her a perfect candidate in the great game that was political intrigue and machinations. Is it thus any wonder why she did not keep up with more physical pursuits?

[PERSONALITY]

To those that mattered, Carisa was the ideal sort for those in higher positions. She spoke with regal inflections to her voice, never slouched her shoulders, and was in many regards a proper lady for those who sought not a loving wife but an arm piece to boast about. Carisa knew the score. She knew how to sell herself, to make herself stand out amongst the others all vying for the position of power and a loveless marriage. But that was never truly Carisa.

Carisa, when not under the scrutiny and maintaining the best of appearances, had something of a puckish way about her, from her often colorful language to her rather unladylike habits, least of all knowing the appeal of a solid belch after a mug of the finest swill. That's not to say that Carisa was all laughs and bodily functions, though she was that in spades, she was something of a story teller, regaling peers and suitors alike (albeit with wildly different tales for each) with highly embellished narratives that were sprinkled with just enough vagueness to sound legitimate. But the problem with a silver tongue is that eventually someone is going to want to cut it from the mouth.

Carisa has lost more than her memories, and one would only need to look into her mouth for proof of that. Though silent, her roguish ways linger, wrapped up nicely in someone who still appears to come from a regal background.

[SKILLS & TALENTS]

Silence - Not just in the terms of the voice. Carisa's footsteps are light enough to make her both swift on her feet and skilled at sneaking about. There was always a second purpose to her grooming for marriage, and being silent was needed when the matter came to discretion.

Agile Combatant - While not gifted with more heavier forms of engagement nor the ranged sort, Carisa knows her way around lighter, dagger-like weaponry. Hers may not come with the powerful cleaves or hidden snipes, but a blade slipped between the spine or ribs hurts all the same. All those lessons in dance were not just about learning how to waltz after all, and when she is in motion it is rather graceful like any good dance.

Housekeeping - Perhaps no longer useful in these strange, dangerous times, but there was once a point where Carisa knew how best to prepare a slab of meat or the way to cut ingredients thin enough to retain flavor. What need would people used to being waited on have for someone who couldn't prepare a simple meal?

[INVENTORY]

Twinblades, Minus One - Thin blades wielded in both hands; her left hand is her dominant one and so gets the sturdier weapon. The right blade has broken and the left blade is no longer as sharp as it once was, but the finely crafted blades bring a certain comfort.

Silver Ring - It is fortunate that some mischievous sort never got the bright idea to steal the ring by removing the finger from Carisa's hand. It's no longer as shiny as it was and the promise it once held can never be upheld, but Carisa is still glad to have it.

Leather Armor - Befitting one who stole not gold and jewels but something just as precious. The leather has been worn by time, frayed, its color dulled and dirtied, and the boots missing, it's not something that will protect from blades or even sharp teeth, but for someone who prefers avoiding to standing ground perhaps it is sufficient.

[GIFT OF REBIRTH]

Shadowstep - A life of nimble, graceful steps has worked out rather nicely. Carisa isn't exactly sure what happens, but when staring down someone with clear ill intent, their blade or strike might sometimes hit nothing but air despite them seeing a rather clear image of Carisa herself. But by the time the deception is realized, a sharp pain is in their back. A step behind them so quick that it creates the illusion of Carisa still being right in front of them.

CLOSED.

@SouffleGirl123 I'm up for that if you think we should

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@Gowi Shoot me a PM as I don't have Skype

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@Gowi I was probably going to have Hester reflect on the press release while mulling over the current evidence. I figure she'd be at her desk in the same clothing as the night before. But I'm open to discussion.

High Casual - Welcome To Camp Liberty

Psssh, all ya'll ladies need the GBF like Hana and Kitt. That's the best

Redemption: Shadows of Esarion

@Gowi Well now there's room for me to utterly disappoint and that's just got me all loaded up on pressure.

But for realsies, I know I said todayish but that was before I spent a good chunk of my evening away from home which is to day todayish is now 'I'm having it up tomorrow before noon my time'