Post by Fitter on Nov 6, 2009 22:19:14 GMT -8
Name: Fitter Marks
Age: 17
Power: Summoning
Primary/Bonded Skills:
-Lock-picking (1)
-Wilderness Survival (1)
-Gambling (1)
-Hand to hand combat (1)
-Medical Practitioner (1)
-Pharmacology (1)
-Pharmacology (2)
-Plant Care and Agriculture (1)
-Acting (1)
Secondary Skills:
1) Cooking
2) Science-Chemistry
3) Language
4) Prospecting
5) Hunting
6) Science-Ecology
7) Offensive Strategy
Profession (Current): Cook
Profession (Past): Farmer’s daughter.
Marital Status: Not
Home World: Duhrma
Religious Beliefs: Polytheistic
Socioeconomic Status: Middle class
Cultural Upbringing:
As a youth, Fitter was taught not to waste anything, be it referring to a branch of a tree or waste. On their secluded farm, they didn’t see that many people unless they took the day long trip to a town down south. So on the occasion that they received or bought anything, the family would make it last as long as possible.
She learned to respect the power and forces of nature, seeing day after day the hold it has over life. As a result, she occasionally holds an attitude of “what happens happens; tough luck to you”.
Fitter’s parents were very strict about what daily life would be like. Timing and schedules were set in stone, with expectations about what each person would be doing at each time very clear. Fitter detested the repetition of that life and, with a bright, farm-free future on the horizon, threw whatever structures her parents had trained her out the window.
Physical Description:
Fitter looks a tad bit younger than her age, giving off an air of innocence that stems from isolation. She has auburn, straight hair that she likes to leave down and carefree (a major change from the tight braids her parents required). Her dark eyes are always watchful and observant, calculating a dozen things at once. She has a lean figure that holds more strength than meets the eye due to countless hours working in fields.
Although she doesn’t mind the dirty jobs in life, Fitter enjoys wearing semi-stylish attire. Unable to wear dresses or fancy items on the farm, she now takes every opportunity she can to try out different types of clothing. Sometimes…the clothes don’t match well. But Fitter won’t know until someone points it out. On the most part, she tends to wear skirts over dresses or pants.
Personality:
Fitter is a rather introverted girl, one of the quiet ones who have no issue sitting by themselves in a crowded room. She’s perfectly capable of entertaining herself in any situation. Don’t mistake this trained ability and assume that she never grows bored: Fitter constantly needs her attention focused on something, which makes her very good at multitasking. Quite often, she might appear absentminded or extremely shy in conversations due to her lack of an audible connection.
But enter her realm of expertise, and her entire demeanor changes. In a situation she knows she can control, Fitter will become demanding and authoritative while still retaining the ability to think straight. During these periods, ‘no’ or ‘I couldn’t find it’ or ‘I forgot’ are not acceptable answers, unless the person wants to be trampled in the process of Fitter showing them exactly how something should have been done the first time.
Providing a medium between the two extremities, Fitter does tend to show maternal instincts. Before noticing anything else, she picks up on injuries a person may have sustained. While she is caring enough to help them, if a bitter tonic is the cure to deflate their ego, she has no issue supplying such a cure.
History:
Since she can remember, Fitter has lived on a large farm with her parents deep within the southern forests of Duhrma. One of several children, the family’s main goal was to ensure that every harvest was bountiful. This meant every child did above and beyond their part daily. Fitter quickly grew bored of the repetitive lifestyle, tortured by the same dreary task.
A few months ago, while scouting the lower fields, Fitter came across a ferret trapped in one of the wells on the property. After an impromptu rescue, the creature developed a strong sense of loyalty to its savior and hasn’t left her side since. While Fitter often wonders whether the ferret has anything more important to do with its life, she is thankful for the constant companionship.
Her parents were not as thrilled as their daughter to discover the fondness the ferret had for her. When attempts to rid the family of the beast proved unattainable (through the means of abandoning it miles away or trying to pawn it off on a traveler), they finally sent Fitter off-planet on a ship and told her not to return until the issue had been dealt with. The ships original destination had been charted for Earth, but the plans changed when Earth disappeared.
RP Sample:
Supernatural: Salvation; Topic: Top 10 Reasons I Should Have Gone to Summer Camp; Teagan Cassidy
#1) Karma loves run away kids. Loves to knock them over, that is.
Unnoticed by the few pedestrians, the small form of a teenage girl quietly swung her legs back and forth on a seat outside of a coffee shop on the corner of the street. Content, Teagan was, having successfully escaped the dreaded bus ride to Science Camp with no trouble whatsoever. No more stupid games. No more lame crafts. And no more KP duty. Although the girl did feel a slight disappointment about missing the opportunity of mixing chemicals to prank her fellow campers, knowing she would never have to sing another dumb campfire song made the whole escapade worth it. Now she was free.
A small smile tugged at Teagan's mouth as the faint aroma of an oncoming storm drifted past her. Thunderstorm, if she was right. And she would be. No one could read the signs of a storm like Teagan Cassidy. Within moments, a slight drizzle drifted upon the quiet streets of Keystone. Ah, she had definitely spent too much time outside of Seattle. Closing her eyes, she let herself momentarily drift back to the verdigris streets of her hometown. An image of her parents, stern and angry, immediately appeared. Whoops. Maybe not the best thing to think about.
The mysterious Casey then. He or she must have really mis-dialed the number to send a message to her. For a moment, Teagan entertained the idea of replying to the message, or even giving Casey a call to let them know of the misunderstanding and that she wished Casey good luck in the search for the Winchesters.
Or...
Her legs stopped swinging as she paused for thought. Teagan realized that as great as the idea of ditching Science Camp was, it meant she didn't have a place to stay for the night. Maybe if she called Casey and offered to help find those guys (Sam and Dean, was it?), Casey would let her board a couple of nights. Yeah, that sounded good.
A sign across the street advertising a new blend of tea caught Teagan's eye. A dry thirst rose in her mouth and persuaded her to leave her pleasant spot in the rain. She stood and casually walked to the stoplight a few feet away. Teagan pushed the metal button and waited.
After all, she didn't need to call Casey just yet. Who knew? Casey could end up being one of the strangers her mother always warned her about. As soon as she thought about it, Teagan frowned. Two guys weren't exactly lost puppy dogs. The concern might be legit. Regardless, the matter of Casey and her missing "allies" could wait until after she had sipped a relaxing glass of the raspberry blend.
The stoplight turned green and the WALK sign appeared on the other end of the street. Placing the gray hood of her WSU sweatshirt over her head, she made her way to the other side of the crosswalk. Two steps onto the sidewalk, a strong force sprawled the petite teen across the ground.
"Ow," she mumbled, a tad disoriented. A sharp pain bolted through her arm. That couldn't be good. Teagan glanced at the stinging wound. Only a cut. Hmph. She glanced up at the tall man who was dusting off his jeans. "Where's the fire bud?"
Age: 17
Power: Summoning
Primary/Bonded Skills:
-Lock-picking (1)
-Wilderness Survival (1)
-Gambling (1)
-Hand to hand combat (1)
-Medical Practitioner (1)
-Pharmacology (1)
-Pharmacology (2)
-Plant Care and Agriculture (1)
-Acting (1)
Secondary Skills:
1) Cooking
2) Science-Chemistry
3) Language
4) Prospecting
5) Hunting
6) Science-Ecology
7) Offensive Strategy
Profession (Current): Cook
Profession (Past): Farmer’s daughter.
Marital Status: Not
Home World: Duhrma
Religious Beliefs: Polytheistic
Socioeconomic Status: Middle class
Cultural Upbringing:
As a youth, Fitter was taught not to waste anything, be it referring to a branch of a tree or waste. On their secluded farm, they didn’t see that many people unless they took the day long trip to a town down south. So on the occasion that they received or bought anything, the family would make it last as long as possible.
She learned to respect the power and forces of nature, seeing day after day the hold it has over life. As a result, she occasionally holds an attitude of “what happens happens; tough luck to you”.
Fitter’s parents were very strict about what daily life would be like. Timing and schedules were set in stone, with expectations about what each person would be doing at each time very clear. Fitter detested the repetition of that life and, with a bright, farm-free future on the horizon, threw whatever structures her parents had trained her out the window.
Physical Description:
Fitter looks a tad bit younger than her age, giving off an air of innocence that stems from isolation. She has auburn, straight hair that she likes to leave down and carefree (a major change from the tight braids her parents required). Her dark eyes are always watchful and observant, calculating a dozen things at once. She has a lean figure that holds more strength than meets the eye due to countless hours working in fields.
Although she doesn’t mind the dirty jobs in life, Fitter enjoys wearing semi-stylish attire. Unable to wear dresses or fancy items on the farm, she now takes every opportunity she can to try out different types of clothing. Sometimes…the clothes don’t match well. But Fitter won’t know until someone points it out. On the most part, she tends to wear skirts over dresses or pants.
Personality:
Fitter is a rather introverted girl, one of the quiet ones who have no issue sitting by themselves in a crowded room. She’s perfectly capable of entertaining herself in any situation. Don’t mistake this trained ability and assume that she never grows bored: Fitter constantly needs her attention focused on something, which makes her very good at multitasking. Quite often, she might appear absentminded or extremely shy in conversations due to her lack of an audible connection.
But enter her realm of expertise, and her entire demeanor changes. In a situation she knows she can control, Fitter will become demanding and authoritative while still retaining the ability to think straight. During these periods, ‘no’ or ‘I couldn’t find it’ or ‘I forgot’ are not acceptable answers, unless the person wants to be trampled in the process of Fitter showing them exactly how something should have been done the first time.
Providing a medium between the two extremities, Fitter does tend to show maternal instincts. Before noticing anything else, she picks up on injuries a person may have sustained. While she is caring enough to help them, if a bitter tonic is the cure to deflate their ego, she has no issue supplying such a cure.
History:
Since she can remember, Fitter has lived on a large farm with her parents deep within the southern forests of Duhrma. One of several children, the family’s main goal was to ensure that every harvest was bountiful. This meant every child did above and beyond their part daily. Fitter quickly grew bored of the repetitive lifestyle, tortured by the same dreary task.
A few months ago, while scouting the lower fields, Fitter came across a ferret trapped in one of the wells on the property. After an impromptu rescue, the creature developed a strong sense of loyalty to its savior and hasn’t left her side since. While Fitter often wonders whether the ferret has anything more important to do with its life, she is thankful for the constant companionship.
Her parents were not as thrilled as their daughter to discover the fondness the ferret had for her. When attempts to rid the family of the beast proved unattainable (through the means of abandoning it miles away or trying to pawn it off on a traveler), they finally sent Fitter off-planet on a ship and told her not to return until the issue had been dealt with. The ships original destination had been charted for Earth, but the plans changed when Earth disappeared.
RP Sample:
Supernatural: Salvation; Topic: Top 10 Reasons I Should Have Gone to Summer Camp; Teagan Cassidy
#1) Karma loves run away kids. Loves to knock them over, that is.
Unnoticed by the few pedestrians, the small form of a teenage girl quietly swung her legs back and forth on a seat outside of a coffee shop on the corner of the street. Content, Teagan was, having successfully escaped the dreaded bus ride to Science Camp with no trouble whatsoever. No more stupid games. No more lame crafts. And no more KP duty. Although the girl did feel a slight disappointment about missing the opportunity of mixing chemicals to prank her fellow campers, knowing she would never have to sing another dumb campfire song made the whole escapade worth it. Now she was free.
A small smile tugged at Teagan's mouth as the faint aroma of an oncoming storm drifted past her. Thunderstorm, if she was right. And she would be. No one could read the signs of a storm like Teagan Cassidy. Within moments, a slight drizzle drifted upon the quiet streets of Keystone. Ah, she had definitely spent too much time outside of Seattle. Closing her eyes, she let herself momentarily drift back to the verdigris streets of her hometown. An image of her parents, stern and angry, immediately appeared. Whoops. Maybe not the best thing to think about.
The mysterious Casey then. He or she must have really mis-dialed the number to send a message to her. For a moment, Teagan entertained the idea of replying to the message, or even giving Casey a call to let them know of the misunderstanding and that she wished Casey good luck in the search for the Winchesters.
Or...
Her legs stopped swinging as she paused for thought. Teagan realized that as great as the idea of ditching Science Camp was, it meant she didn't have a place to stay for the night. Maybe if she called Casey and offered to help find those guys (Sam and Dean, was it?), Casey would let her board a couple of nights. Yeah, that sounded good.
A sign across the street advertising a new blend of tea caught Teagan's eye. A dry thirst rose in her mouth and persuaded her to leave her pleasant spot in the rain. She stood and casually walked to the stoplight a few feet away. Teagan pushed the metal button and waited.
After all, she didn't need to call Casey just yet. Who knew? Casey could end up being one of the strangers her mother always warned her about. As soon as she thought about it, Teagan frowned. Two guys weren't exactly lost puppy dogs. The concern might be legit. Regardless, the matter of Casey and her missing "allies" could wait until after she had sipped a relaxing glass of the raspberry blend.
The stoplight turned green and the WALK sign appeared on the other end of the street. Placing the gray hood of her WSU sweatshirt over her head, she made her way to the other side of the crosswalk. Two steps onto the sidewalk, a strong force sprawled the petite teen across the ground.
"Ow," she mumbled, a tad disoriented. A sharp pain bolted through her arm. That couldn't be good. Teagan glanced at the stinging wound. Only a cut. Hmph. She glanced up at the tall man who was dusting off his jeans. "Where's the fire bud?"
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