Post by LORENA ZACCARDO on May 21, 2011 2:45:02 GMT 1
LORENA CAIOHME ZACCARDO
[/color]of the BPRD. [/color]
[/center]CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]
»»FULL NAME:[/b] Lorena Caiohme Zaccardo
»»AGE:[/b] 28
»»OCCUPATION:[/b] Forensic Scientist
»»FACTION:[/b] BPRD
»»SPECIES : [/b] Human
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Good
»»ABILITY: [/b] Forensic entomology, archaeology & botany
- - -Strength: Forensic entomology is the science of examining insects on and around human remnants to determine the location and time of death. Through this practice she can also tell if the body was moved after death. She also practices forensic botany, which is the study of plant life to gain information regarding crimes. She also is well practiced through the basics of crime scene investigation as she once worked for a Crime Scene team located in New Jersey.
- - -Drawbacks: Because of her insecurities at the BPRD, because it is a new location to her, she is often more disorganized than usual and isn't always 100% reliable. While she manages her time well, she still has her shortcomings, and will occasionally miss a deadline.
THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]
»»EYE COLOR:[/b] Blue
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b] Brown
»»HEIGHT:[/b] 5'3
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Olivia Wilde
»»APPEARANCE: [/b]
Lorena is described as a short woman who stands at approximately 5'3". She is pretty average, and fit enough to do her job without too much physical strain. She is a good dresser, and will take the time to dress herself properly for the smallest occasion, even if it is just an errand to the store. She favors clothing in earth tones: Grey, Brown, Black, Greens. Because of her work sometimes requiring her to work outside, she has replaced sneakers with boots for a permanent change, to which some may believe is a fashion statement. Her boots are broken in and worn down, and she is due for another pair but doesn't enjoy shopping enough to replace her soles.
Her eyes are a light shade of blue, though they are always smiling. She is a girl who is full of hope, and naive to the ways of the world, and her eyes reveal it. Though full of hope, Lorena has seen her fair share of troubles, giving her eyes a mirror to the depths of her understanding through experiences. She doesn't often wear make up, but has grown quite accustomed to wearing a simple layer of mascara, accompanied by eye liner, when she is in the mood.
Framing her heart shaped face, is her medium length caramel colored hair. Her hair is soft and well kept, though she keeps it tied back in low pigtails, or a ponytail when at work. She does not wish to risk her hair while investigating her subjects. Her hair is tinted red in sunlight, and has a natural wave and flare to the ends of her locks. Her hair is layered, which showcases her pierced earlobes in a modest manner. She loves the feel of a brush going through her hair, while some may prefer cigarettes or alcohol, when she is stressed out she finds comfort in brushing her hair.
On the field her taste in attire changes. Her work is not often described as clean, so she wears her rubber gloves, and almost always wears a long brown trench, with inner pockets loaded with field equipment. She carries a briefcase that also holds a selection of field equipment, though she is very organized and does not lose her belongings frequently.
»»PERSONALITY: [/b]
Lorena is a morning person by all means. Her day starts out at 6am every morning, she drinks a cup of orange juice and she dresses up for the weather and takes a light 3-4 mile jog with her half-blind husky Maximus. After she returns home she does what any sane woman would do, she gets in the shower and washes away the sweat from her daily grind. Lorena is very fond of her plants and before she takes a small commute to work, she waters her cactus: steve, and her flowers: Roxanne, Eliza, Peter, Jareth, and Bella. She then proceeds to grab her newspaper and mail on her way out and takes the liberty of reviewing said articles on the metro to Trenton, where her true home at the BPRD rests. What happens at the BPRD is a mystery to most, but the girl finds hope in the world there.
She has a love for all living things, plants, animals, and supernatural too. She worked seven solid years for NJ: CSI as a forensic botanist, before she was discovered by the BPRD on a shared field case. This incident made her more confident in her ability to work, but sadly confidence came with a price: clumbsiness. She often topples over the plants in the BPRD lobby in her daily rush to be on time. Of course she took the time to name every plant in the agency (and there are over 500 of them). While many in the agency thinks she's a bit mad, or off of her rocker, she takes it with a grain of salt. Life is the reason for living one might say, and Lorena is one to enjoy living.
She is fairly reserved, and shy. Her timidness may sometimes be mistaken for discomfort in her work environment, though the truth is she is very focused on her work. She is afraid of letting her partners and colleagues down within the Bureau, and is more concerned about their safety than their own. While she pays attention to their dangers, she often forgets to look within the box to take care of herself, more evidence of her clumbsiness. Since she started working at the Bureau, she has become a little less shy, and a bit more able to speak her mind when necessary. She has all ready learned the basic science of the BPRD: If you don't stand up to Manning you become his puppet.
Working at the BPRD she has met many people, some in which remind her of her old childhood friend Lucy Bishop. Abe Sapien, for example, reminds Lorena of her friend because of his ability to think of others, though admittedly Lucy was also a little more selective about who she cared for. At least back then. Lorena could never imagine her friend befriending a giant red ape from hell. While the agency relies heavily on this demon, Lorena is rather wary of him. How can they trust something that looks like the personification of Satan? The world may never know..
Her relationship with her sister and parents is very limited. They see each other only twice a year over holidays, yet they still send letters to each other daily. Her closest pen pal is her sister Rebecca, who is only 3 years younger than herself. She often writes to her sister about her work, though she has given it a different name as the BPRD is a secret agency. Her father has become a grumpy old lad, who is stubborn and stuck in his ways, while her mother is a doctor that seeks to help all her patients even after retirement. Overall, the distance across the ocean has not managed to keep the family distant.
There is always her living conditions. While she is nice and tidy in a clean manner, her roommate is 'organized' in a 'disorderly' fashion. Being orderly without being.. well orderly... Means her roommate can only be one other person...
She has one past love interest within the Bureau. A man by the name of Warren Sorrow, while she was once enticed by his charms, she later discovered he was no more than a modern swine. His eyes were always wandering onto other women, which tore down her confidence in being date-worthy. Since Warren, shes turned down many other opportunities to allow men to be close to her. She doesn't hate her colleague though, she just views him as an immature idiot who exasperates and annoys her tremendously.
THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]
»»FAMILY TREE:[/b]
+Ricardo Zaccardo - Father - Resides in Ireland
Formerly a mailman of Guernsey, Ricardo and his wife moved to Ireland after their girls were old enough to take care of themselves. It had always been their dream. He also used to work for Post Masters in NJ, but now he is quite happy to be retired, though this doesn't stop him from taking on the task of carpentry for an added budget. Ricardo and Maria were both a bit older than the average parent.
+Maria Zaccardo - Mother - Resides in Ireland
Maria Zaccardo is a sweet and understanding woman. She once worked as a store clerk, but with all her daughters grown up and living on her own, she has retired. She now spends most her time living in their small Irish estate, playing strange games with other members of the senior society. Maria and Ricardo were both a bit older than the average parent.
+Rebecca Zaccardo - Younger Sister - Lives in Britain
Rebecca is three years younger than Lorena and is currently residing in Britain, studying to become a Criminal-Law Professor. She is level headed, and is pen pals with her older sister Lorena. After Elizabeth's death, Rebecca and Lorena became very close to one another, and it is a friendship they do not neglect, even with an ocean separating them.
+Elizabeth Zaccardo - Deceased - Boating Accident
Elizabeth was Lorena's oldest sister, being born in 1975. She died in a boating accident that occurred on a vacation the Zaccardo family had taken to celebrate Lorena's achievement of graduating High School with Academic Honors. They visited Grand Rapids, Michigan, which ultimately was the worst trip the family had ever taken.
»»IDOLS:[/b]
+Wesley Lucas - Her longtime best friend and partner in crime. While Wesley is more of an internet guru, they attended the same classes together and both went through training together with Rose during their introduction to the BPRD. All three of them are now junior agents.
+Rose Neghana - Her roommate and her 'sister', they also attended the training sessions to enter the BPRD together. While Rose is very good at field work, Lorena's job is mostly behind the scenes, working with Wesley.
+Abe Sapien - Even though he trusts Hellboy there is something different about this agent in regards to the rest of the BPRD. While she hasn't been able to state the 'whys' just yet, she is well on her way to discovering it.
+Desmond Alucard - He may not know her name, but she knows his. It isn't that she stalks him, so much as it is that she has heard rumors about him through the junior agents during field missions. She is strangely attracted to him, yet stays in the shadows and observes from a distance wondering just how much of these rumors are true.
+Nadia Alucard - Another agent who she has heard many great things about, and is anxious to work with. Usually when paired on assignments she is sent out with Abe, or sometimes even Hellboy. She dislikes Hellboy and calls in sick whenever she is supposed to go to the field with him. She will not trust her life in the hands of a devilman.
+Lucy Bishop - Luce, her childhood friend. She may be human, but after working with the BPRD she now suspects Lucy was more than what she seemed. She often wonders what kind of trouble Lucy has been getting herself into. Especially with the memories of a long line of keys following her down a country road as children. Did her parents know the mystery behind what the girl was?
+Beate-Maren McCann - The guardian angel of the BPRD. While some might mistake this woman for something she's not, the siren is clearly a rational force (which is apparently uncommon in the BPRD). Whenever theres a problem, or Lorena feels the need to just relax and kick back with another member, she either goes to Rose or Beate-Maren. Bea is, in Lorena's opinion, the most capable member of the BPRD.
»»HISTORY: [/b]
Lorena was born in 1980 (Providing the in game time is 2008) on a small island known as Guernsey located in the Channel Islands. She was born on April 10th, on a rainy day, at about 3:48pm. Her father worked as a mailman, while her mother worked as a store clerk. Their life, before she could even begin to grasp at it, was nothing outside of the normal human lifestyle, and provided a stable home environment for Lorena and her older sister Elizabeth.
In fact, with the home life being so stable, it was able to support her being friends with the daughter of the Bishop family. Her name was Lucy Bishop, though Lorena has since fallen out of contact with her, and there was always something special about her. After her mandatory family time, or home schooling sessions, Lorena would ride her bike over to her friends house without hesitation. Lucy was never a dull playmate, in fact strange things followed her.. Keys to be exact. Unfortunately, the dream didn't last long when her best friends parents died and she moved away with other family. Lorena has not forgotten her though, there are some types of people that render themselves unforgettable: Lucy is one of those people. Reflecting on the past lorena cant even count the number of 'mistakes' that they had made as a pair, which resulting in month long groundings. Of course this never stopped either of them, with Lucys gift for recruiting keys.
When Lorena had turned three, her mother and father brought into the family Rebecca Zaccardo, Lorena's younger sister. Having a younger sister had its good days and it's bad days, but most of the time Rebecca spent her time with their oldest sister Elizabeth. Being the middle child, Lorena received the blame for virtually everything and spent most of her spare time with Lucy, outside of the house, until Lucy moved away.
Unlike Lucy, Lorena stayed throughout her elementary years in Guernsey, before her father found a better job as a mail sorter working for "Post Masters" out of New Jersey, USA. It was a big move, and family Zaccardo took it right before Lorena was due to start high school. She was the new kid in her freshmen year and was not particularly popular among her peers, having been raised up to be a proud member of the nerd herd. She experienced bullying at its finest at a New Jersey State High School, but graduated with honors, which is all that really mattered.
Upon graduating from High School, Ricardo (her father) suggested they take a camping trip and kayak over the rapids over the summer in celebration of such an accomplishment. Excited for the journey, Lorena packed eagerly, and the family headed to Grand Rapids, in Michigan, for their camping trip. This camping trip was planned to be about three weeks long, but a tragic incident took place: Lorena's older sister, Elizabeth's, kayak capsized, and she was drowned in the rapids bringing the vacation to a very swift end. (And resulting in a to be expected fear of rapids).
Having originally applied to colleges to obtain a music major, Lorena instantly changed her studies to forensics, to honor what her sister would have studied. She studied hard, and with practice adopted the art of forensic botany, which later evolved into forensic archaeology, botany and entomology. She finished her degree by a 'hands on' study program, to which she became an intern at New Jersey: CSI, having field practice. By the age of 28, she had graduated due to living, breathing, and eating forensic science.
It was with New Jersey's CSI team that she met Wesley Lucas, a darling who knew more about computer science than anyone else she had knew. He was a bit eccentric, and seemed to believe his mind had been altered by aliens, as he could google pretty much anything without a computer as his mind was attached somehow to the internet. Strange as it seemed, they became a dynamic duo working together behind the scenes of investigations, eventually being recruited by Thomas Manning of the B.P.R.D.. Which is where she's located now.
THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]
»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Laura
»»GENDER:[/b] Female
»»AGE:[/b] 25
»»TITLE:[/b] What are fears but voices airy?
»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]
Courtyard: 2.45AM
The plan had been simple enough, the price perhaps too high, not that money was an item to the gorgon. While she spent a good portion of her days trying to blend in with the crowd, today was not considered normal by any means. Fifteen minutes until show time. She had run through the moonlit surroundings, while the assassin created the diversion. The blood of the living was not something she favored this time, after all, the mythic authorities had stolen something valuable from her, and she would have her revenge. Ceto rushed through the darkness, using the shadows of the courtyard walls to shelter her from potential on watchers, or even the sharp eyes of the night watch as she got closer to her target: Skadi's Eye.
The eye she sought to retrieve. While a treasure hunter would deem the item a legend, or a myth, she knew the truth behind the artifact. It was important, and all that mattered, and it could help her to better control her gorgons stare. The deal had been to distract the guardsmen, and anyone else traveling through the nearby forest. Once the mission was accomplished they would regather at the Cat's Cradle, and reap what was sowed. On the other hand, she had intentionally left out to the young assassin she had hired as an accomplice, that she would also be nearby during his escapades. Though, the gorgon knew better than to judge a book by its cover. The assassin's mind was allegedly as sharp as his blade. This was a mission she had a chance of tackling alone, but by fates fortune, she had been tipped off by a troll peddler, who betrayed a hiding place of guards of 'intolerable' strength. Guards who were apparently bad tippers, because the disgruntled figure had dropped Ceto the name of 'Jaxon' in the first place... Along with a way to reach him.
Pushing aside the happenings of the day, Ceto forced herself to focus. The damn tree was not her concern, the hired hand should be able to take care of a few inferiors. After all, he seemed quite confident in his abilities. Her eyes fixated on the petrified eye. The guards were accompanied by cloaked figures, all chanting some form of gibberish to the stone. Surely they didn't believe this eye was beneficial to whatever freak show they were putting on. A branch snapped beneath her feet as she carelessly missed her step during her advance. Oh, hell. She thought, quickly grabbing her shades and lowering them. So much for good will...
“HEY YOU!” She shouted interrupting the concentration of the cloaked figures ritualistic blah-blahs. Her voice was loud enough that it echoed throughout the location. She had made a swift bolt in the direction of the cultists. She may have been considered 'evil' for that split second. The split second when her eyes met all of theirs, resulting in a statued circle around a pedestal in the center of a courtyard. Simply an eerie sight to behold. A certain satisfaction filled her as she realized the World of Warcraft nerds had been taken care of... Of course they were witches or wizards or something, they were on the mythical side, so it was as the rumors had stated. The cult was up to something, again. Last time she had even heard this cults name, it was because of the supposed return of Rasputin.
She scoffed in amusement, and reached out to claim her treasure. SNAP. Quickly turning to face behind, she was not particularly enthused to come face to face with another guard. Before he had a chance to speak, she snapped his neck and kicked him onto the cold earth below him. Forcing his eyes open one last time, to petrify him with the others. How could it look like murder if a gorgon didn't exist?
In the Cat's Cradle Bar : 8:00pm
It was now 8pm, and Ceto had made her way to the rendezvous point, unsurprisingly the assassin wasn't there. She knew better than to double cross a money-hungry youth with a passion for killing. Instead, she ordered herself a drink and lounged back in the chair, placing her feet on the bar as she waited for his arrival. Like most men of business he didn't keep her waiting more than approximately ten minutes. “Well done.” She stated, kicking a chair out for him. “You're late. Fortunately for you I'm in a decent mood and your tardiness will not be deducted from your pay.” She teased. She rolled her eyes as the mans feasting eyes devoured the waitress serving the food. Smirking in amusement, Ceto couldn't resist the temptation to embarrass the man.
”Keep 'em coming!” “Excuse me, miss...” She stated with a wry grin. “My friend here would like to know how much you cost, seeing as he's earned a pretty penny tonight...” The gorgon snapped her fingers and gave a point, her form of a wink, to the employee. Her murdering spree of the night had come to an end, and thus it was safe to be wearing her usual sunglasses again to protect others from her harmful gaze. Chuckling as the waitress scurried off, Ceto tossed a bag of gold onto his lap, a bit more forcefully than called for. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out Skadi's Eye as evidence the contract had been fulfilled. She glanced at the man casually. “What kept you, and was the rumor about the tree legitimate?” She pondered curiously.
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The plan had been simple enough, the price perhaps too high, not that money was an item to the gorgon. While she spent a good portion of her days trying to blend in with the crowd, today was not considered normal by any means. Fifteen minutes until show time. She had run through the moonlit surroundings, while the assassin created the diversion. The blood of the living was not something she favored this time, after all, the mythic authorities had stolen something valuable from her, and she would have her revenge. Ceto rushed through the darkness, using the shadows of the courtyard walls to shelter her from potential on watchers, or even the sharp eyes of the night watch as she got closer to her target: Skadi's Eye.
The eye she sought to retrieve. While a treasure hunter would deem the item a legend, or a myth, she knew the truth behind the artifact. It was important, and all that mattered, and it could help her to better control her gorgons stare. The deal had been to distract the guardsmen, and anyone else traveling through the nearby forest. Once the mission was accomplished they would regather at the Cat's Cradle, and reap what was sowed. On the other hand, she had intentionally left out to the young assassin she had hired as an accomplice, that she would also be nearby during his escapades. Though, the gorgon knew better than to judge a book by its cover. The assassin's mind was allegedly as sharp as his blade. This was a mission she had a chance of tackling alone, but by fates fortune, she had been tipped off by a troll peddler, who betrayed a hiding place of guards of 'intolerable' strength. Guards who were apparently bad tippers, because the disgruntled figure had dropped Ceto the name of 'Jaxon' in the first place... Along with a way to reach him.
Pushing aside the happenings of the day, Ceto forced herself to focus. The damn tree was not her concern, the hired hand should be able to take care of a few inferiors. After all, he seemed quite confident in his abilities. Her eyes fixated on the petrified eye. The guards were accompanied by cloaked figures, all chanting some form of gibberish to the stone. Surely they didn't believe this eye was beneficial to whatever freak show they were putting on. A branch snapped beneath her feet as she carelessly missed her step during her advance. Oh, hell. She thought, quickly grabbing her shades and lowering them. So much for good will...
“HEY YOU!” She shouted interrupting the concentration of the cloaked figures ritualistic blah-blahs. Her voice was loud enough that it echoed throughout the location. She had made a swift bolt in the direction of the cultists. She may have been considered 'evil' for that split second. The split second when her eyes met all of theirs, resulting in a statued circle around a pedestal in the center of a courtyard. Simply an eerie sight to behold. A certain satisfaction filled her as she realized the World of Warcraft nerds had been taken care of... Of course they were witches or wizards or something, they were on the mythical side, so it was as the rumors had stated. The cult was up to something, again. Last time she had even heard this cults name, it was because of the supposed return of Rasputin.
She scoffed in amusement, and reached out to claim her treasure. SNAP. Quickly turning to face behind, she was not particularly enthused to come face to face with another guard. Before he had a chance to speak, she snapped his neck and kicked him onto the cold earth below him. Forcing his eyes open one last time, to petrify him with the others. How could it look like murder if a gorgon didn't exist?
In the Cat's Cradle Bar : 8:00pm
It was now 8pm, and Ceto had made her way to the rendezvous point, unsurprisingly the assassin wasn't there. She knew better than to double cross a money-hungry youth with a passion for killing. Instead, she ordered herself a drink and lounged back in the chair, placing her feet on the bar as she waited for his arrival. Like most men of business he didn't keep her waiting more than approximately ten minutes. “Well done.” She stated, kicking a chair out for him. “You're late. Fortunately for you I'm in a decent mood and your tardiness will not be deducted from your pay.” She teased. She rolled her eyes as the mans feasting eyes devoured the waitress serving the food. Smirking in amusement, Ceto couldn't resist the temptation to embarrass the man.
”Keep 'em coming!” “Excuse me, miss...” She stated with a wry grin. “My friend here would like to know how much you cost, seeing as he's earned a pretty penny tonight...” The gorgon snapped her fingers and gave a point, her form of a wink, to the employee. Her murdering spree of the night had come to an end, and thus it was safe to be wearing her usual sunglasses again to protect others from her harmful gaze. Chuckling as the waitress scurried off, Ceto tossed a bag of gold onto his lap, a bit more forcefully than called for. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out Skadi's Eye as evidence the contract had been fulfilled. She glanced at the man casually. “What kept you, and was the rumor about the tree legitimate?” She pondered curiously.
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