Post by WINNIE COOPER on Aug 7, 2011 8:47:53 GMT 1
WINNIE SABLE COOPER
[/color]of the Unaffiliated. [/color]
[/center]CLASSIFIED INFORMATION[/color]
"And your name is... oh, dear." -Nuala. [/color]
»»FULL NAME:[/b]Winn Cooper
»»AGE:[/b] 26
»»OCCUPATION:[/b] Technology Consultant
»»FACTION:[/b] Civilian
»»SPECIES : [/b] Human
»»ALIGNMENT:[/b] Neutral with good leanings
»»ABILITY: [/b] No supernatural abilities. Very proficient in all things technology/computers, can play piano. One of her most notable achievements is that she created a computer virus that she can infect computers with and then use to inspect the system. She (usually) deletes it after and no harm is done to the system.
- - -Strength: Ability strengths
- - -Drawbacks: Ability weaknesses
THE DETAILS[/color]
"Give it up nasty, we can see you." -Hellboy. [/color]
»»EYE COLOR:[/b] Charcoal grey
»»HAIR COLOR:[/b]Auburn with visible greying on the temples
»»HEIGHT:[/b]5'6
»»PLAY BY:[/b] Eva Green
»»APPEARANCE: [/b] For all intents and purposes, she looks like any other almost thirty-something in the city. When out in public she's a chic but comfortable dresser. Leggings, flat boots, long sweater tops in the winter and cute dresses in the warmer weather. She is put together and polished. When at home, alone and being introverted she has a few pairs of go-to sweats, and t-shirts she found at thrift stores. Her body temperature runs cool so she usually has an overcoat on and a scarf wrapped around her neck. She carries a cloth bag that holds her netbook and computer accessories. Barcode tattoo on her wrist.
»»PERSONALITY: [/b]
She exudes an aloof, contemplative air when you first meet her. When she warms up to you and to those who know her better she's a poised and witty friend. Her lifestyle lends itself to a mechanical way of thinking so she tends to be calculating in decisions which has left many questioning her loyalties.
She has a tendency to get nosebleeds, especially in warmer conditions and very often in the shower. She often finds solace in the shower. While the water pours over her downturned head (to keep blood from going down her throat) , she uses this time to think and more often than not, solves cases and hard problems. In the field she can be seen standing with her head down, eyes closed, pinching the bridge of her nose only to come up with a brilliant answer.
She has a fondness for drunk karaoke and does pretty well under the influence of a few Long Island Iced Teas. She enjoys large crowds but not when strangers start speaking to her. She usually goes out in public wearing headphones (not always in use) to avoid this. She would rather observe. She sometimes likes to fancy herself as Sherlock Holmes (she’s not).
She is a chain smoker and off and on has tried to quit which leaves her fidgety and she has a tendency to tap pens rapidly.
THE BACKGROUND[/color]
"I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor." -Tumor. [/color]
»»FAMILY TREE:[/b]
Mother, grandparents, uncle (deceased)
Father: Unknown
»»IDOLS:[/b] Sean Parker
»»HISTORY: [/b]
Her parents met on an 8 day cruise, had a whirlwind romance and eloped the next week. Her mother came from a line of well-bred, society women from New England and her father was a suave London business man. One month into the marriage, her mother found out she was pregnant and that her husband was a con artist who made off with the savings.
Metaphorically pregnant and barefoot, Winn’s mother sulked back to her parents and begged for forgiveness. They gave her enough money to get her on her feet and set her up with an apartment and job in San Francisco.
She doesn’t know a lot about her father, he used a fake name and could never be tracked down. Her grandparents on her maternal side looked kindly, yet sternly upon their granddaughter (only granddaughter). They supported her financially and put her through private schools. Her uncle was the one who first started her on computers and technologies. She had a few casual friends but never anyone that stuck around for more than a few years.
Her grandparents wanted her to attend college for business but she secretly applied and was accepted to MIT. While there she managed to hack the computer system no less than 5 times and eventually was hired on as a security consultant. After graduating she went off to the glittering city of New York and melted into the city life. In the past 4 years she has brought down and built back up the cyber-security systems of high profile companies.
It was during this time she’s had a few run ins with things she can’t fully explain. Out of the corner of her eyes she’s caught glimpses of what she had seen on conspiracy theory websites. The paranormal is starting to become…normal for her.
THE PLAYER[/color]
"I can't smile without you...." -Abe & Hellboy. [/color]
»»YOUR NAME:[/b] Lix
»»GENDER:[/b] Female
»»AGE:[/b] 21
»»TITLE:[/b] Give me a sign, I want to believe.
»»POST SAMPLE:[/b]
A figure clad in a grey coat and red scar stood outside the coffee shop. Hair pulled back into a messy mishmash of hairstyling, she took a deep drag on a cigarette and exhaled. A small stream of smoke curled out of her mouth and she looked up where it went. There it was again. Possibly it was smoke, but did smoke have wings? She frowned slightly and looked at the butt in her hand before smushing it in a provided receptacle.
She unbuttoned the coat as she pulled open the door to the café and strode inside. She waved to a barista behind the counter and slid into her normal seat in the corner. It was ideal. An outlet under the chair, a view of the window but her screen and back against the wall for optimum privacy. Another barista brought a steaming cup of coffee and bagel to her table.
“Busy as ever I see.” He said with a smirk as he wiped down the table in front of her.
She looked up at him, pulling a pair of reading glasses out of her bag. She slid on the glasses and looked over the frames.
“Oh, you know, this, that, high security systems.” She smirked and opened her laptop.
“Is it really as easy as they make it seem on tv?” He stuffed the rag into his apron.
“Oh yeah. A few clicks of the keys and I’m on Donald Trump’s desktop. You should see what he’s got on there. Would make Hugh Hefner blush.” She shook her head and grinned at him. “Thanks for the coffee.” She paid him and chewed on the end of a pen. As he walked away, the grin dropped and she narrowed her eyes slightly.
Her left hand hovered over the keys and paused. Technically she had work she could do. But today…. Her fingers came down over the keys and rapidly typed something into a search bar. The search results on “paranormal New York fairies” were over 10 o’s long. She wiggled her nose and lightly pinched the bridge of her nose. With a scowl she closed the window and looked out the glass one next to her. Fairies were silly. They did not exist. Right?
Place your role play sample here!
(This was from an old RPG I took part in, it was people with special abilities, taking place in a world with different zones, each very different. This was a character who could control non-electric mechanics.)
Leaning against a wall in the corner she flipped open a pocket watch, studied for a moment and wound it. Sliding it back into a pouch on her tool belt she tilted her head back. Pleasant tanned features with bright blue eyes that peered out from under a top hat. Her black hair was pulled up into a twist on the back of her head. . Around the hat was a pair of mechanics goggles.
She looked around, studying the others. Straightening she scratched her back and rubbed her neck. Putting her hands on her waist she twisted and stretched her back. She wasn't sure exactly what to where that day, so she went for an in-between. She wore her best bodice vest over a work shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The bodice stopped above her hip line. Her knee length knickers were slightly smudged in oil and dirt, but they were her cleanest pair. Under the knickers she had stockings with runs in them and she wore her slightly heeled work boots.
Two others entered and one shot across the room in a blur. She raised an eyebrow and sidled closer to them.
"Ay-yah. Me name's Katya Applegate. I'm from World 1227, Head Mechanic of the HMS Anastasia. My power? " She said with a slight smile. She pulled out a broken watch and held it out. She studied it for a moment and cracked it open, pulling a few parts from her tool belt. She sprinkled the parts over it and waved her hand over it, the pieces fitting where they needed to. With a satisfied look she closed the back and wound the watch, putting it to her ear and listened to the strong Tick Tock.
"Music to mah ears." She said.
