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Look, I got lost on the way to getting some jajangmyeon and it'd be foolish to leave now.
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I'm a dweeb but also a weeb so that's like doubling down
Name: Hope Sandoval
Age: 31
Alias: Detective Sandoval
Mrs. Mob
Appearance: With an above average height of six-foot-one, Hope cuts an impressive figure, or at least an impressive silhouette, if not an immediately intimidating one. And to be sure there is something to be intimidated about and it isn't the badge on her suspender straps nor the gun at her hip, but her physique which, thanks to frequent trips to the GCPD gym and a strictly governed dietary routine, is impressive. While she doesn't have the rippling, chiseled rock solid build, there is clear musculature to be found especially in her arms, and only a trace amount of body fat down with her thighs and calves. She needs the physique in order to keep up with those who have the advantage of masks, tights, and toys. Nothing against those types, of course, but just because the city has had its share of guardians doesn't mean she's going to sit around and sip on coffee and grow idle.
Hope keeps her hair short as it is a hassle to keep it in a ponytail or just out of the way of her eyes in general; it's for function and not fashion. More often than not she's attired in navy slacks, a button down top, and a navy suit jacket, though in her down time she's known to let her hair down, so to speak, and take on more casual outfits such as turtlenecks and jeans. Her face has a scar on her right cheek, a reminder of a moment gone horribly wrong; though it's healed now, no one in this line of work comes out unscarred. Hope is just fortunate that hers is more physical.
For reference's sake
Skills/Abilities: As with any member of the GCPD, Hope is skilled with her sidearm, though she definitely prefers not to have to use it for anything other than intimidation; in a pinch she serves as a fine marksman with pistols. She's taken self defense classes and while not an exceptional offensive fighter, if someone makes the first move in a fist fight - which she often allows them to do - she can more than hold her own within reason. As a detective her greatest strengths are her deductive reasoning and her keen eye, both of which come into play when she's investigating various crime scenes; ideally she'd sweep them clean before certain sorts decide to drop in and share their supposed expertise on the matter. She's a smart woman, but she can't always compete with people that literally have computers on speed dial.
Weaknesses: Hope has a tendency to let cases consume her which comes with the side effect of her no longer being able to think rationally or logically, and those in the know have exploited that in the past, subtly manipulating her into jumping the gun and jumping to conclusions in order to cause mistakes to be made. Fatal or otherwise. She has a fear of rats, which comes into play mostly when snooping around in less clean parts of the city.
History: Hope is a Gotham City lifer, someone who was born there and someone who was well aware she will most likely die there. She can only hope it's in doing her part to at least make her home a better place. Her mother didn't have a glamorous job, working for pennies at a diner in the heart of the city; but Hope respected that, she loved that her mother put up with terrible customers and even more terrible schedules just to make sure Hope didn't have to go hungry. Of course, her father did his part as well. Hope's father was a book keeper, an accountant, and that's all Hope ever knew him for. That, and his always nervous manner of speaking, as if he had to say things fast for some reason.
It wasn't until Hope joined the GCPD fresh from the Academy that she learned just what it was her father did for a living. In her first year on the Gotham beat, Hope was involved with a raid on a mob business; they were using an upscale restaurant as a front for their illicit activities, and the person in charge of the books for the restaurant was none other than her father. He was taken into police custody where he squealed quickly, giving up the names of his employers. This only led to the mob putting out a hit onto him and his family.
The hit came as expected, and her father was the first to go. Her mother was under police protection and put into witness protection and told to leave Gotham. When the hit came for Hope she survived and retaliated, but at the cost of the hitman missing his main target, Hope, and instead taking the life of an innocent, Hope's then girlfriend.
Needless to say, Hope harbors no love for the mafia or any of their activities and was all too willing to cooperate with the vigilanties. Her view was that if Gordon said they were okay then they were fine by Hope. Though now with Gordon retired and the Bat seemingly missing, Hope is willing to take it upon herself to keep things safe on the street level.
Age: 31
Alias: Detective Sandoval
Mrs. Mob
Appearance: With an above average height of six-foot-one, Hope cuts an impressive figure, or at least an impressive silhouette, if not an immediately intimidating one. And to be sure there is something to be intimidated about and it isn't the badge on her suspender straps nor the gun at her hip, but her physique which, thanks to frequent trips to the GCPD gym and a strictly governed dietary routine, is impressive. While she doesn't have the rippling, chiseled rock solid build, there is clear musculature to be found especially in her arms, and only a trace amount of body fat down with her thighs and calves. She needs the physique in order to keep up with those who have the advantage of masks, tights, and toys. Nothing against those types, of course, but just because the city has had its share of guardians doesn't mean she's going to sit around and sip on coffee and grow idle.
Hope keeps her hair short as it is a hassle to keep it in a ponytail or just out of the way of her eyes in general; it's for function and not fashion. More often than not she's attired in navy slacks, a button down top, and a navy suit jacket, though in her down time she's known to let her hair down, so to speak, and take on more casual outfits such as turtlenecks and jeans. Her face has a scar on her right cheek, a reminder of a moment gone horribly wrong; though it's healed now, no one in this line of work comes out unscarred. Hope is just fortunate that hers is more physical.
For reference's sake
Skills/Abilities: As with any member of the GCPD, Hope is skilled with her sidearm, though she definitely prefers not to have to use it for anything other than intimidation; in a pinch she serves as a fine marksman with pistols. She's taken self defense classes and while not an exceptional offensive fighter, if someone makes the first move in a fist fight - which she often allows them to do - she can more than hold her own within reason. As a detective her greatest strengths are her deductive reasoning and her keen eye, both of which come into play when she's investigating various crime scenes; ideally she'd sweep them clean before certain sorts decide to drop in and share their supposed expertise on the matter. She's a smart woman, but she can't always compete with people that literally have computers on speed dial.
Weaknesses: Hope has a tendency to let cases consume her which comes with the side effect of her no longer being able to think rationally or logically, and those in the know have exploited that in the past, subtly manipulating her into jumping the gun and jumping to conclusions in order to cause mistakes to be made. Fatal or otherwise. She has a fear of rats, which comes into play mostly when snooping around in less clean parts of the city.
History: Hope is a Gotham City lifer, someone who was born there and someone who was well aware she will most likely die there. She can only hope it's in doing her part to at least make her home a better place. Her mother didn't have a glamorous job, working for pennies at a diner in the heart of the city; but Hope respected that, she loved that her mother put up with terrible customers and even more terrible schedules just to make sure Hope didn't have to go hungry. Of course, her father did his part as well. Hope's father was a book keeper, an accountant, and that's all Hope ever knew him for. That, and his always nervous manner of speaking, as if he had to say things fast for some reason.
It wasn't until Hope joined the GCPD fresh from the Academy that she learned just what it was her father did for a living. In her first year on the Gotham beat, Hope was involved with a raid on a mob business; they were using an upscale restaurant as a front for their illicit activities, and the person in charge of the books for the restaurant was none other than her father. He was taken into police custody where he squealed quickly, giving up the names of his employers. This only led to the mob putting out a hit onto him and his family.
The hit came as expected, and her father was the first to go. Her mother was under police protection and put into witness protection and told to leave Gotham. When the hit came for Hope she survived and retaliated, but at the cost of the hitman missing his main target, Hope, and instead taking the life of an innocent, Hope's then girlfriend.
Needless to say, Hope harbors no love for the mafia or any of their activities and was all too willing to cooperate with the vigilanties. Her view was that if Gordon said they were okay then they were fine by Hope. Though now with Gordon retired and the Bat seemingly missing, Hope is willing to take it upon herself to keep things safe on the street level.
| The Betrothed |
[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?
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.
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?
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.
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.
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Time to totally play nothing but D.Va trying to get cheeky with her self destruct + thruster combos. Ahahaaaaa watch me blow myself up multiple times instead. "Eliminated... Yourself???" Play of the Game just watching yourself somehow run back into the mech suit as it explodes
and also to play Hanzo because he's hot and that's the only basis I have for playing him ;D
I play at least one hero in every role so I can fill the gaps and be a master of none because that works out so well. My main character is definitely Mei though because she's adorable and also really annoying on escort games because I can just drop a wall of ice in front of the enemy spawn and it's funny literally every time.
Mei, D.Va, Mercy, McCree/Pharah are the ones I use, though I'm also fond of Symmetra because like Mei she is good at annoying the other team. I also wanna learn Zarya because I like the cut of her jib
But I hate playing Mercy against people who know to kill the healer or when I'm healing tanks to get them to fucking capture the point god damn you that's what you're there for stop running away i am healing you god
edit: also uh overwatch is out for me right now and I work till eleven so I might be dead until tomorrow because I totally intend to play the shit out of this video game
Open beta for the people who pre ordered.
I AM PLAYING IT ALL DAY AND NIGHT OH MY GOD
Even Cass has her reasons but otherwise that's accurate
The time her ice queen face came back because someone said something about a certain vice president.
The plot twist is that it was the president that said something.
@lovely complex Also your new avatar gave me the spoopies
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