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FallenTrinityIt's approximately 4am as I post this. I'm an idiot.
Name:
Emily King
Gender:
Female
Species:
Shortfin Mako
Age:
22
Height:
5’8”
Weight:
128lbs.
Personality:
Young, spunky, and sadistic, Emily King is ready to take the world head on and take out anyone in her path. She’s aggressive and cannot be stopped by traditional means. Long story short, she’ll fight until she draws her last breath, and will do so with glee. It should be noted that she’s a psychopath with a bloodlust and is prone to violent mood swings, ranging from bliss to rage in mere seconds with little warning. Ironically, she’s a slight pyromaniac. She also approaches sexual encounters with little concern, since she doesn’t place much value on that level of intimacy. Deep down, though, she has a fear of serious relationships and the damage she could inadvertently cause to one. Aside from that, she doesn’t fear much, and is a great gunman as a result. If she wakes up before noon, that is.
Biography:
From the earliest she could remember, Emily King had two mothers. One, being the biological parent, was a fellow shark. The other was an orange tabby cat. In all reality, a pretty typical family. Everyone had a love for what they did, and they got by well enough. A home in the slums of New Earlton, while not a great place to raise children, was a great place to raise a survivor. And that’s exactly what the Kings did. Unfortunately, both parents never really had a method of teaching Emily right from wrong. Sure, she got the jist of it, don’t steal and be nice, but this is New Earlton we’re talking about.
Fast forward into Emily’s early teens, she already was starting to present a cruel streak. When a thief broke into the apartment while her parents were out for dinner, the girl’s inner sadist manifested. The poor bastard didn’t expect a little kid to be armed to the teeth. Literally. The hound screamed in agony as his leg was bitten into, followed by a handful of sharp claws tearing through the muscles of his opposite calf. Immobilized and unable to draw a weapon, he was horrified. The girl stood and licked the blood from her teeth, then smiled brightly. For a moment, one could almost see her eyes turn red. She could end it there, go for the throat and put the crippled dog out of his misery. But no, this was the perfect opportunity…
For the sake of the more squeamish readers, part of the living room wall had a new coat of red paint by the end of the night.
When her mothers got home, they were shocked at the sight. A bloodied and broken Doberman on the floor, and Emily casually laying on the couch, slurping up some ramen noodles out of a cup. She acted as if nothing had gone out of the ordinary, explaining what happened like one would the process for making peanut-butter toast. The moment they could, the family got to a psychologist’s office to have their daughter’s thought process examined. Around a week later, the girl was declared mentally unstable and dangerous. She was allowed to stay at home, given the city they lived in, and continued life as usual. She had, however, acquired something of a taste for blood.
When she turned eighteen, she bid her parents farewell and packed up a couple mementoes from her younger years, and left the nest. She quickly found her way to the other side of town and moved into the Hole, always able to pay a few month’s rent at a time. She’s lived above the bar ever since. Now, finally able to live life her way, Emily took to doing odd jobs for all sorts of people. A fair few of these involved torturing some poor bastard for information or over a grudge, but the mako was happy to let her inner sadist out for a couple hours. As long as she got paid to do it, she would. And then someone tried to screw her out of payment. The rat – literally a rat – soon ended up with the shark in a locked room, bound to a wall. Hours of one-sided conversation and concussions later, the rodent died to a gasoline-and-flesh fueled fire. Some say it’s the most painful way to die. Others say it can’t be worse than being shot a few times. These ‘others’ have obviously never met Emily King.
Equipment:
-Ripper. A standard Micro-Uzi, with an extended magazine and a spring suppressor. This bullet hose is usually kept on Emily’s person inside her hoodie.
-Beretta m9. All standard, just with a chrome job. Typically kept in a holster on Emily’s left hip.
-Kusari-fundo. This simple Japanese weapon consists of nothing more than a long chain, weighted with several padlocks on one end. Blunt trauma at its finest. It’s usually kept in a curled up state on Emily’s right leg.
-Messenger bag. Storage for any “finds” made wandering the city. And more than a few instruments of torture that are kept on hand.
-Flip phone. Old enough to where it’s a royal pain in the ass to trace, but still functional.
-Two water bottles, always kept full and in the messenger bag.
-Gasmask, fitted for sharks. Kept in the messenger bag with two spare filters.
Other:
-Emily can occasionally be seen mixing blood into her drinks, or outright drinking it if it’s available.
-She keeps in contact with her parents, calling to chat at least once a week.
-Her wardrobe mostly consists of blue tube-tops, black jeans and dark-blue zip-up hoodies.
-While not the toughest fighter, she can hold her own quite well and is very quick on her feet. She’s also notably acrobatic.
-Favorite color is matte blue.@VKAllen
Name:
Emily King
Gender:
Female
Species:
Shortfin Mako
Age:
22
Height:
5’8”
Weight:
128lbs.
Personality:
Young, spunky, and sadistic, Emily King is ready to take the world head on and take out anyone in her path. She’s aggressive and cannot be stopped by traditional means. Long story short, she’ll fight until she draws her last breath, and will do so with glee. It should be noted that she’s a psychopath with a bloodlust and is prone to violent mood swings, ranging from bliss to rage in mere seconds with little warning. Ironically, she’s a slight pyromaniac. She also approaches sexual encounters with little concern, since she doesn’t place much value on that level of intimacy. Deep down, though, she has a fear of serious relationships and the damage she could inadvertently cause to one. Aside from that, she doesn’t fear much, and is a great gunman as a result. If she wakes up before noon, that is.
Biography:
From the earliest she could remember, Emily King had two mothers. One, being the biological parent, was a fellow shark. The other was an orange tabby cat. In all reality, a pretty typical family. Everyone had a love for what they did, and they got by well enough. A home in the slums of New Earlton, while not a great place to raise children, was a great place to raise a survivor. And that’s exactly what the Kings did. Unfortunately, both parents never really had a method of teaching Emily right from wrong. Sure, she got the jist of it, don’t steal and be nice, but this is New Earlton we’re talking about.
Fast forward into Emily’s early teens, she already was starting to present a cruel streak. When a thief broke into the apartment while her parents were out for dinner, the girl’s inner sadist manifested. The poor bastard didn’t expect a little kid to be armed to the teeth. Literally. The hound screamed in agony as his leg was bitten into, followed by a handful of sharp claws tearing through the muscles of his opposite calf. Immobilized and unable to draw a weapon, he was horrified. The girl stood and licked the blood from her teeth, then smiled brightly. For a moment, one could almost see her eyes turn red. She could end it there, go for the throat and put the crippled dog out of his misery. But no, this was the perfect opportunity…
For the sake of the more squeamish readers, part of the living room wall had a new coat of red paint by the end of the night.
When her mothers got home, they were shocked at the sight. A bloodied and broken Doberman on the floor, and Emily casually laying on the couch, slurping up some ramen noodles out of a cup. She acted as if nothing had gone out of the ordinary, explaining what happened like one would the process for making peanut-butter toast. The moment they could, the family got to a psychologist’s office to have their daughter’s thought process examined. Around a week later, the girl was declared mentally unstable and dangerous. She was allowed to stay at home, given the city they lived in, and continued life as usual. She had, however, acquired something of a taste for blood.
When she turned eighteen, she bid her parents farewell and packed up a couple mementoes from her younger years, and left the nest. She quickly found her way to the other side of town and moved into the Hole, always able to pay a few month’s rent at a time. She’s lived above the bar ever since. Now, finally able to live life her way, Emily took to doing odd jobs for all sorts of people. A fair few of these involved torturing some poor bastard for information or over a grudge, but the mako was happy to let her inner sadist out for a couple hours. As long as she got paid to do it, she would. And then someone tried to screw her out of payment. The rat – literally a rat – soon ended up with the shark in a locked room, bound to a wall. Hours of one-sided conversation and concussions later, the rodent died to a gasoline-and-flesh fueled fire. Some say it’s the most painful way to die. Others say it can’t be worse than being shot a few times. These ‘others’ have obviously never met Emily King.
Equipment:
-Ripper. A standard Micro-Uzi, with an extended magazine and a spring suppressor. This bullet hose is usually kept on Emily’s person inside her hoodie.
-Beretta m9. All standard, just with a chrome job. Typically kept in a holster on Emily’s left hip.
-Kusari-fundo. This simple Japanese weapon consists of nothing more than a long chain, weighted with several padlocks on one end. Blunt trauma at its finest. It’s usually kept in a curled up state on Emily’s right leg.
-Messenger bag. Storage for any “finds” made wandering the city. And more than a few instruments of torture that are kept on hand.
-Flip phone. Old enough to where it’s a royal pain in the ass to trace, but still functional.
-Two water bottles, always kept full and in the messenger bag.
-Gasmask, fitted for sharks. Kept in the messenger bag with two spare filters.
Other:
-Emily can occasionally be seen mixing blood into her drinks, or outright drinking it if it’s available.
-She keeps in contact with her parents, calling to chat at least once a week.
-Her wardrobe mostly consists of blue tube-tops, black jeans and dark-blue zip-up hoodies.
-While not the toughest fighter, she can hold her own quite well and is very quick on her feet. She’s also notably acrobatic.
-Favorite color is matte blue.