Post by Phoebe Katherines on Oct 1, 2012 13:12:30 GMT -5
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viva la gloria! (little girl)
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Phoebe’s stark black hair is naturally straight as a pin, and is almost always seen pulled up and back out of her face. Her narrow face, matched with her large and lovely dark green eyes give her an almost cat-like appearance. She is a tall woman, with a very lithe body, toned from her years of fighting. Her thin fingers are quite quick and light, with the skills of a pickpocket, a lock picker, and overall a thief.
Phoebe is slightly insane, but in a dangerously logical way. She has developed a sadistic love for killing, but still sees herself as someone good. She thinks she is a modern day Robin Hood, except instead of just stealing from the rich; she beheads them in the name of the poor. Despite this bloodlust insanity, her mind works in a cool and logical way, making her a deadly opponent of the mind.
Phoebe is slightly insane, but in a dangerously logical way. She has developed a sadistic love for killing, but still sees herself as someone good. She thinks she is a modern day Robin Hood, except instead of just stealing from the rich; she beheads them in the name of the poor. Despite this bloodlust insanity, her mind works in a cool and logical way, making her a deadly opponent of the mind.
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katherines, phoebe faolan
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sweet twenty-three
gender[/color]:;[/b][/size]
FEMale
race[/color]:;[/b][/size]
born a, light elemental
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
PHOEBE is, 5’7 tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Las Vegas, Nevada
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
heterosexual
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
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plasmatic orbs
mirror image transformation
weapon(s)[/color]:;[/b][/size]
-a shotgun
-a small knife strapped to her leg.
-Colt Commander pistol
-a small knife strapped to her leg.
-Colt Commander pistol
whatcha~wearin?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Phoebe never wears anything too loose. It would just get in the way. How could she possibly fight if she is constantly pulling up her pants as to not trip on the ends? Nothing too tight either, or too constricting. That means denim is out of the picture, often replaced with skin-fitting stretchy materials. She always has a holster on her body, to carry her weapons.
transportation[/color]:;[/b][/size]
a black motorcycle
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
chaotic
alignment[/color]:;[/b][/size]
neutral
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cats
,owls
,guns
,high places
,adrenaline
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authorities
,failure
,greed
phobias[/color]:;[/b][/size]
soteriophobia - fear of dependence on others
obsessions[/color]:;[/b][/size]
toppling powerful figures
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Phoebe swears up and down that she is completely human. The thing is, not only does she swear it, she completely believes it as well. She has never before heard of this ‘elemental’ concept. Unknowingly, she was abandoned as a child and later adopted, but no one had ever told her. So she grew up only knowing of humans.
Phoebe was quite surprised, when she first made copies of herself; quite freaked out as well. Her ‘mother’ had always been interested in psychic phenomena, and the family thought that Phoebe was a gifted natural psychic. Pleased by her difference, she trained it as well as she could, also learning how to summon her orbs. She believes the orbs are spirits whom aid her, causing their explosion as a means to keep her safe.
Dubbed as a psychic, Phoebe did a lot of research in the matter, trying to decipher the reason for her gifts. Surprisingly, she never really took advantage of them. Much.
Her family was fairly middle-class, far from either end of poor or rich. Phoebe came home one day, let out early from school, to find her mother having an affair with a wealthy businessman. Not long after, divorce came about, and her mother went off to live with the other man. Phoebe and her father’s financial situation begun to become a problem. Phoebe, still only eight, decided that the rich people didn’t need so much money. Not only had they ‘stolen’ her mother, but they got to get all the luxuries while they barely scrapped by. The house was on several mortgages, her father on several jobs, and Phoebe wanted to help. She started stealing money from anyone who looked like they had it.
A few years passed, and Phoebe was seventeen. She had a job, but she still had her side hobby. She had gotten into even worse things, like street brawling. She had become quite good, and by winning fights she was winning money. She knew how to defend herself, with both her bare hands and with a knife. In sketchy Las Vegas, her father was worried about her, and she gained her first gun for protection.It wasn’t long until she joined a gang. As she progressed with them, she learned how to use a shotgun as well as her pistol.
When she was twenty-two, she was dealing drugs one day, when a hollowed out woman came to her, wanting heroin. Phoebe was quite surprised to see her own mother standing before her in torn and forlorn tatters. She talked, and learned that her mother had been dumped and practically left in a ditch a few years ago. The fact that another human being could just do that made something in Phoebe snap. She couldn’t take it anymore. So she gathered up the necessary belongings and left. A week later, the body of that businessman was found dead from a mysterious and unexplainable explosion. Phoebe hated all those rich, powerful, successful people who just took without giving back. She wanted them dead, she wanted vengeance. Those of power should put it to good use, not just their own selfish reasons. Occasionally she settles in a town under a false identity, getting jobs. She also hires herself out as a hitwomen, but only accepts the cases where she believes they deserve to die.
Phoebe was quite surprised, when she first made copies of herself; quite freaked out as well. Her ‘mother’ had always been interested in psychic phenomena, and the family thought that Phoebe was a gifted natural psychic. Pleased by her difference, she trained it as well as she could, also learning how to summon her orbs. She believes the orbs are spirits whom aid her, causing their explosion as a means to keep her safe.
Dubbed as a psychic, Phoebe did a lot of research in the matter, trying to decipher the reason for her gifts. Surprisingly, she never really took advantage of them. Much.
Her family was fairly middle-class, far from either end of poor or rich. Phoebe came home one day, let out early from school, to find her mother having an affair with a wealthy businessman. Not long after, divorce came about, and her mother went off to live with the other man. Phoebe and her father’s financial situation begun to become a problem. Phoebe, still only eight, decided that the rich people didn’t need so much money. Not only had they ‘stolen’ her mother, but they got to get all the luxuries while they barely scrapped by. The house was on several mortgages, her father on several jobs, and Phoebe wanted to help. She started stealing money from anyone who looked like they had it.
A few years passed, and Phoebe was seventeen. She had a job, but she still had her side hobby. She had gotten into even worse things, like street brawling. She had become quite good, and by winning fights she was winning money. She knew how to defend herself, with both her bare hands and with a knife. In sketchy Las Vegas, her father was worried about her, and she gained her first gun for protection.It wasn’t long until she joined a gang. As she progressed with them, she learned how to use a shotgun as well as her pistol.
When she was twenty-two, she was dealing drugs one day, when a hollowed out woman came to her, wanting heroin. Phoebe was quite surprised to see her own mother standing before her in torn and forlorn tatters. She talked, and learned that her mother had been dumped and practically left in a ditch a few years ago. The fact that another human being could just do that made something in Phoebe snap. She couldn’t take it anymore. So she gathered up the necessary belongings and left. A week later, the body of that businessman was found dead from a mysterious and unexplainable explosion. Phoebe hated all those rich, powerful, successful people who just took without giving back. She wanted them dead, she wanted vengeance. Those of power should put it to good use, not just their own selfish reasons. Occasionally she settles in a town under a false identity, getting jobs. She also hires herself out as a hitwomen, but only accepts the cases where she believes they deserve to die.
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