Ok, look I was told I need to keep this
( Stupid crap )
March 16th, 2010
annoyedMarch 13th, 2010
March 10th, 2010
Application
Player Info
Name: Nauti
Age: 28
Time Zone: Pacific Standard
AIM: gummiaddicted
Email: nauti_penguin@yahoo.com
Experience: I've haven't RP'd in a while, I'm just starting to get back into it.
Character Info
Name: Khary Hiljainen
Date of Birth/Age: November 15, 1985/ 25
Why are they in the City?: She was here on vacation and decided to stay after striking a deal with someone for steady work.
Occupation (if any): She's a bodyguard, like her father before her.
Good or Evil? Why?: She considers herself neither, but most people would consider her evil. She takes risks to protect people that some would think would be better off dead. She places herself in front of people for the highest bidder, though maybe that will change one day.
Physical Description: She's about 5'5, though she appears taller because her shoes generally have at least two inch heels. She normally wears outrageous wigs and contacts to throw people off, because who ever suspects the cute crazy looking girl is serious protection? However when she's scouting locations for best protection methods, she dresses like a normal person, usually no one realizes she's the same girl.. She's half Korean, so she has the natural tan skin going for her. Her hair is shoulder length, dark brown and curly, her eyes are a warm coffee color.
PB: Amelia Arsenic aka DestroyX
Background/History: Khary was abandoned by her mother while her father was away at on business. Unable to find her father, child services placed her in a children's home. She was tormented for being different, for her slanted eyes and her funny way of talking. When her father finally found out what had happened he claimed her and took her along with him on the road.
He was protecting some big singer out in New York at that time and Khary fell in love with the clothes and rush of the show. Her father explained to her that the singer had received some threats and that his job was to protect the man. And though she loved the fancy and crazy life the singer led, something in her warmed at the thought of being strong enough to protect not only herself but others around her.
She trained diligently with her father and the other men at the private security agency that he worked at. They taught her capoeira, boxing, and choi kwang do, believing that her littler more flexible frame would handle it better than regular martial arts. They also taught her street fighting and how to use a gun, though she found herself preferring a knife in her hand to guns.
Her father was killed, protecting some diplomat, and Khary was alone. Not knowing what else to do, she signed up with her father's agency and worked her way up through the ranks, learning more as she grew, sometimes taking beatings and ending up in the hospital more than once.
She decided she needed a vacation after her last stint in the hospital due to a kidnap attempt gone wrong. The client had fought her every step of the way, doing whatever she wanted instead of what Khary told her. After Khary got out of ICU she went home to Chicago to get some downtime.
Personality:
To the outside world, she's dizty, spacey and extremely into fashion, but that's just a cover-up for the reality.
She's somewhat arrogant. She knows her worth and is not afraid to go after what it is that she wants. When it comes to her missions she is cold and deliberate, and precise, going over every detail many times before being satisfied. She also doesn't place much trust in others description's of locations and situations and tends to go out covertly to ascertain the information needed herself.
Though when she allows herself, she's fiery and loves to argue and goad her friends.
Other: She's fluent in Korean, Portuguese, Dutch, and German. The only person in this city she gives a damn about right now is Nick Ricca, her current employer and somewhat friend. She pretends to be his girlfriend in order to protect him the best she can. She also has a Bengal cat named Chaosti.
Sample Journal Entry: (First Person)
Sneaky S.O.B.
Brand used one of my own moves on me, I think he damn near cracked my collarbone. I had to wrap up my chest. Sneaky bastard. I'm going to have to start teaching him capoeira soon, at least then I'll still have an advantage.
After practice I stood in at the studio window and watched the hustle and bustle of the city. Guess I'm lucky to have this glamorous job. What a laugh, I guess it's a good thing I don't date, who wants to be with someone who has more scars than clothes?
Look at them, scurrying from one place to another, home and work and back again. All they're racing to is an death. It makes me wonder what my life would have been like if Umma had stayed and raised me instead of Dad, would I be one of those scurriers? Would I have a home and family to worry about and take care of?
Blegh, I need to clear these things out of my mind and focus on the move to Chicago. Ah, home sweet home.
Sample Narrative: (Third Person)
She leaned against the door frame, one leg propped up and blocking the doorway. "And where do you think you're going to go?" A stiletto appeared in her hand, seemingly out of nowhere. She tossed it up and caught the point, repeating this many times, not bothering to look in his direction.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Though I guess that doesn't matter to you, does it?" She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes.
"I'll give you the rundown on how this will go, otherwise we go nowhere. I'm sure your shareholders will be delighted that you're holed up in here with your girlfriend instead of attending that oh so important board meeting."
Seeing she had his attention, if not his ire as well, she strolled across the room and took a seat in the chair across from him. "Look you hired me to do a job, and I'm doing my damnedest to do it, but I can't have you strolling around with your pretty little self out in the open." She lifted a hand when he started to interrupt.
"We're friends, but it's really difficult to be friends with a dead man, you feel me? Now, I scouted out the board room last night, and have set a seat for you, that's not in a direct line shot of any buildings nearby, and if anyone in that room thinks they could get past me they are seriously mistaken. Ok, we're gonna leave here and go to the left hall, less windows, same amount of distance. Now I'm going in like this, " she motioned to her dress slacks and button up shirt. She pulled a pair of glasses out of her bag and used the stiletto to wrap her hair up and out of the way. "I realized I couldn't go in with you, using the cover we came up with, so I'm posing as your assistant today."
She stood up and strode over to the door, she waited for him with one hand on the doorknob.
"Ready?"
Name: Nauti
Age: 28
Time Zone: Pacific Standard
AIM: gummiaddicted
Email: nauti_penguin@yahoo.com
Experience: I've haven't RP'd in a while, I'm just starting to get back into it.
Character Info
Name: Khary Hiljainen
Date of Birth/Age: November 15, 1985/ 25
Why are they in the City?: She was here on vacation and decided to stay after striking a deal with someone for steady work.
Occupation (if any): She's a bodyguard, like her father before her.
Good or Evil? Why?: She considers herself neither, but most people would consider her evil. She takes risks to protect people that some would think would be better off dead. She places herself in front of people for the highest bidder, though maybe that will change one day.
Physical Description: She's about 5'5, though she appears taller because her shoes generally have at least two inch heels. She normally wears outrageous wigs and contacts to throw people off, because who ever suspects the cute crazy looking girl is serious protection? However when she's scouting locations for best protection methods, she dresses like a normal person, usually no one realizes she's the same girl.. She's half Korean, so she has the natural tan skin going for her. Her hair is shoulder length, dark brown and curly, her eyes are a warm coffee color.
PB: Amelia Arsenic aka DestroyX
Background/History: Khary was abandoned by her mother while her father was away at on business. Unable to find her father, child services placed her in a children's home. She was tormented for being different, for her slanted eyes and her funny way of talking. When her father finally found out what had happened he claimed her and took her along with him on the road.
He was protecting some big singer out in New York at that time and Khary fell in love with the clothes and rush of the show. Her father explained to her that the singer had received some threats and that his job was to protect the man. And though she loved the fancy and crazy life the singer led, something in her warmed at the thought of being strong enough to protect not only herself but others around her.
She trained diligently with her father and the other men at the private security agency that he worked at. They taught her capoeira, boxing, and choi kwang do, believing that her littler more flexible frame would handle it better than regular martial arts. They also taught her street fighting and how to use a gun, though she found herself preferring a knife in her hand to guns.
Her father was killed, protecting some diplomat, and Khary was alone. Not knowing what else to do, she signed up with her father's agency and worked her way up through the ranks, learning more as she grew, sometimes taking beatings and ending up in the hospital more than once.
She decided she needed a vacation after her last stint in the hospital due to a kidnap attempt gone wrong. The client had fought her every step of the way, doing whatever she wanted instead of what Khary told her. After Khary got out of ICU she went home to Chicago to get some downtime.
Personality:
To the outside world, she's dizty, spacey and extremely into fashion, but that's just a cover-up for the reality.
She's somewhat arrogant. She knows her worth and is not afraid to go after what it is that she wants. When it comes to her missions she is cold and deliberate, and precise, going over every detail many times before being satisfied. She also doesn't place much trust in others description's of locations and situations and tends to go out covertly to ascertain the information needed herself.
Though when she allows herself, she's fiery and loves to argue and goad her friends.
Other: She's fluent in Korean, Portuguese, Dutch, and German. The only person in this city she gives a damn about right now is Nick Ricca, her current employer and somewhat friend. She pretends to be his girlfriend in order to protect him the best she can. She also has a Bengal cat named Chaosti.
Sample Journal Entry: (First Person)
Sneaky S.O.B.
Brand used one of my own moves on me, I think he damn near cracked my collarbone. I had to wrap up my chest. Sneaky bastard. I'm going to have to start teaching him capoeira soon, at least then I'll still have an advantage.
After practice I stood in at the studio window and watched the hustle and bustle of the city. Guess I'm lucky to have this glamorous job. What a laugh, I guess it's a good thing I don't date, who wants to be with someone who has more scars than clothes?
Look at them, scurrying from one place to another, home and work and back again. All they're racing to is an death. It makes me wonder what my life would have been like if Umma had stayed and raised me instead of Dad, would I be one of those scurriers? Would I have a home and family to worry about and take care of?
Blegh, I need to clear these things out of my mind and focus on the move to Chicago. Ah, home sweet home.
Sample Narrative: (Third Person)
She leaned against the door frame, one leg propped up and blocking the doorway. "And where do you think you're going to go?" A stiletto appeared in her hand, seemingly out of nowhere. She tossed it up and caught the point, repeating this many times, not bothering to look in his direction.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Though I guess that doesn't matter to you, does it?" She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes.
"I'll give you the rundown on how this will go, otherwise we go nowhere. I'm sure your shareholders will be delighted that you're holed up in here with your girlfriend instead of attending that oh so important board meeting."
Seeing she had his attention, if not his ire as well, she strolled across the room and took a seat in the chair across from him. "Look you hired me to do a job, and I'm doing my damnedest to do it, but I can't have you strolling around with your pretty little self out in the open." She lifted a hand when he started to interrupt.
"We're friends, but it's really difficult to be friends with a dead man, you feel me? Now, I scouted out the board room last night, and have set a seat for you, that's not in a direct line shot of any buildings nearby, and if anyone in that room thinks they could get past me they are seriously mistaken. Ok, we're gonna leave here and go to the left hall, less windows, same amount of distance. Now I'm going in like this, " she motioned to her dress slacks and button up shirt. She pulled a pair of glasses out of her bag and used the stiletto to wrap her hair up and out of the way. "I realized I couldn't go in with you, using the cover we came up with, so I'm posing as your assistant today."
She stood up and strode over to the door, she waited for him with one hand on the doorknob.
"Ready?"