Posts by PhantomGeek

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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;][b][ NAME ] Miki Tikaani Beaumont
    pronounced: Mee-kee Tee-kah-ah-nee Bee-oh-mont
    Meaning: Little Wolf in Inuit
    [ NICKNAME/S ] Most call her Miki, her friends call her Little Wolf
    [ AGE ] 21 years old and rockin' it


    [ GENDER ] She's a she
    [ RANK ] A mercenary, yes, and a good one, too
    [ D.O.B ] March 20th
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;][ HAIR ] She has long, messy locks of a dark brown color. There are streaks of lighter brown strewn through it, especially after she spends time outside.
    [ SKIN ] She has a naturally tan complexion, with a bit of extra color because of years outside.
    [ EYES ] A dark, dark brown, like dark chocolate. They look black in the right light.
    [ FRAME ] She is short, but lean. While tough, she maintains a sort of balletic grace about her.
    [ BODY MODIFICATIONS ] She has a tattoo running down her spine. (click)


    [ DETAILED APPEARANCE ] The girl is beautiful, but not in the conventional way. She is short, standing at 5' 3", with a figure more tough than lean. Her rounded face is framed by the waves of dark hair that fall to mid-back, though are often kept in a braid. As if to prove her reputation of a fearless fighter, a couple scars mar her tan skin, most notably one dashing through her right eyebrow, right above her dark colored but electric eyes. She prefers simple clothing, especially tanks and cargo pants while working, but occasionally treats herself to something nicer when she is only relaxing.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;][ TRAITS ] Stubborn, Proud, Realistic, Protective, Passionate, Sweet, Ruthlessly obedient, Gullible, Holds a grudge, Patient
    [ PERSONALITY ] While the girl does not know perfect English, there is one thing she does know how to say perfectly: No. She is as stubborn as a mule, and while it might get her killed one day, she is never going to give up. That might be because of her pride as well, the fact that she hates to fail and be embarrassed. It is extremely rare for her to ask anyone for help, but she is realistic, and usually knows when to throw the towel in.
    Miki is extremely protective of those she loves, which is mostly everyone in the gang. To them, she is sweet and caring, but to anyone else that threatens them or who she has to attack, she is often seen as cold and ruthless.
    While she makes her living as a mercenary, fighting and sometimes killing others to protect her gang, it is quite true that the girl is gullible. If one of the gang tell her that the sky is purple today, she'll probably believe them until she checks for herself. However, she doesn't like being lied to or embarrassed, though she's learned to accept practical jokes, and will hold a grudge. To the person she's holding a grudge against, she goes from a warm, laughing friend to a distant, cold, acquaintance. She gets over it eventually, but watch your back until then.


    [ HISTORY ] Well, that's quite a tale. You ready?
    Miki Tikaani was born as just Miki to an Inuit mother, Ananana, and a French-Canadian father, Bartlet. Or, at least, she was born to her mother. Her father had run off long before she was born. Her mother loved the child, she did, but did not know the first thing about raising her. So Miki was raised for the first couple years of her life by her grandmother, Malina.
    One day, when Miki was two years old, both of her guardians were busy, and the little adventurer escaped the house and went to play in the yard outside. Or, at least, what counts for a yard up near the Arctic Circle. There, she met a wolf. 9 times out of 10, the wolf would've killed her, but this she-wolf had recently lost her cubs, and the tumbling Miki stirred some maternal instinct. She shepherded the little girl of to the pack's den as her mother's screams of "Wolf! Wolf!" rang behind them.
    Miki lived with the wolves for sixth months, when she was found by a hunter. She was taken back to her mother, her grandmother having died of despair (or lung cancer, whatever you call it) in the months she'd been gone.
    Most nights for the rest of the nights she lived with the tribe, Miki would go to the top of a nearby hill and stare out at the horizon, watching the sun sink, waiting for the wolves to come back. That is how she got the name of Miki Tikaani, Little Wolf.
    When Miki was 13, her mother left, supposedly for a job opportunity in New York. But when Miki went down there a month later to join her, she was gone. Miki was all alone then, with no family, no money, and no wolves. She was taken into a foster home, but her rudimentary English caused tensions that often ended in fistfights. She always won these fights, and soon gained a reputation. She met the gang a few years ago, and jumped in. She now considers them her family, her pack.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;][ STRENGTHS ]
    -Tough, mentally and physically
    -Adaptable
    -Patient
    -Good fighter
    [ WEAKNESSES ]
    -Doesn't let others help her
    -Holds a grudge
    -Small
    -Not fluent in English
    -Insomniac


    [ FEARS ]
    -She's actually afraid of the dark. There's a whole, long, convoluted explanation, but it's better to just give you a warning: Don't surprise her at night
    -Making a mistake and killing someone she cares about
    -Losing the gang


    [ DISORDERS ] Unless you call a complete disgregard of danger a disorder, only the fact that she has insomnia most nights could classify.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;][ SEXUALITY ] Heterosexual
    [ LOVE INTEREST ] Open/TBD


    [ TURN ON/S ]
    -Tall
    -Dark hair
    -Not the best background/Able to understand her
    [ TURN OFF/S ]
    -Goody two shoes
    -Rich priss
    -Puts no effort into anything
    -Idiot
    -Weak
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    [ THEME SONG/S ]
    Blackbird by the Beatles
    Boom Boom Pow by Black Eyed Peas
    Broken Wings by Mr Mister


    [ OTHER ] She speaks Inuit, French, and heavily accented English
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    #cometscodes

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    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Miki or Little Wolf
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]21 years old
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Mercenary
    [hr][font=georgia][size=8][color=gray][sub]faceclaim to: Samantha Barks[/fancypost]
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    Track!

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    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Miki or Little Wolf
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]21 years old
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Mercenary
    [hr][font=georgia][size=8][color=gray][sub]faceclaim to: Samantha Barks[/fancypost]
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    Miki yawned as a knocking sounded on the door. She was awake, she had been for the past hour. Ah, the life of the insomniac. At least she'd managed a couple hours sleep last night.
    Crawling out of bed, she quickly changed into a black tank top and beige cargo pants, her typical garb. She pulled her hair into a loose bun and brushed the remaining strands out of her face. Patting her cheeks a couple times to wake herself up, she made her way downstairs in no particular hurry, these meetings not being a favorite way to spend her time. She glided into the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the bowl.
    "Am I one of the last ones out of the bed?" She asked those remaining in with a small chuckle, her words heavily accented by French and Inuit. But she already knew the answer to that one. Shaking her head, she took a bite of her apple before heading upstairs to the meeting room.

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    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Miki or Little Wolf
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]21 years old
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Mercenary
    [hr][font=georgia][size=8][color=gray][sub]faceclaim to: Samantha Barks[/fancypost]
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    Miki finished her apple, throwing it into the wastebasket, the core rolling around the rim before falling in with a thunk. A little smile lit up her face as she took one of the few remaining chairs, preferring to have stood in the corner while eating her breakfast. She sat down next to Felix, and tried to peek over his shoulder at the second-in-command's files, curiosity getting the best of her.
    "Are we all going to go then?" She asked, her somewhat cheery and playful mood becoming all serious with the mention of the other gang. As much as she enjoyed the chance to see some action, she would prefer it if it wasn't so dangerous a group they were up against. While the medics knew their stuff, not matter how much they quarreled, she always worried about her friends.
    She took a breath to clear her mind of the distracting thoughts, and instead kept her eyes on the medics, hoping that they would resolve their spat without any more outside influence.

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    [hr][sub]Mickey or Little Wolf
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]16 years old
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Trainee
    [hr][font=georgia][size=8][color=gray][sub]faceclaim to: Samantha Barks[/fancypost]

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    Miki jolted awake from her peaceful slumber, immediately on alert as a voice informed her that she would be fighting soon. Eyes still bleary with sleep, she gave up on trying to locate the speaker and instead set to work getting ready. Getting dressed was easy enough, simple uniform, hair braided to go under the helmet, and plain black paintball gun.
    Next was the hard part, the mental preparation, the gearing up to not flinch at the sight of danger, not run away despite the odds. This was not really a conscious effort, but rather an instinctual reaction to a battle.
    Miki took her place beside the other trainees and tried to give a smile of encouragement, though it may have come out as more of a grimace.


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    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]18 years old
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Fighter
    [hr][font=georgia][size=8][color=gray][sub]faceclaim to: Jensen Ackles[/fancypost]
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    "Do I have to?" Was the mumbled reply that came from Alexei's bunk. But the young man still, albeit slowly, got up and ready to crush the trainees.
    Yawning, he stretched his arms out, then patted his cheeks, trying to wake himself up, to little avail. It would come with time. He slipped on his suit, and held the helmet under his arm as he went out to join the others, giving a small nod to acknowledge them and wish them a good morning.
    Despite his earlier compliant, his back was rigid and shoulders squared as he waited for battle. He would not be sloppy there, where everything counted on a single decision.

    [align=center][color=black]Parting Words


    Parting Words is an indie rock/folk rock group from Highwater, New York, where half of the band is from. They consist of two males and two females, and the album and single they've recorded has been compared to Imagine Dragons, Arctic Monkeys, and Mumford and Sons.
    They formed almost two years ago when the lead singer and guitarist were in detention together in senior year of high school. With the addition of the bassist/fiddler and the pianist in the following months, they began recording and doing small concerts in the guitarist's garage.


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    NAME - Saoirse 'Mickey' Henaghan
    AGE - Twenty-two
    SEXUALITY - Pansexual
    INSTRUMENT - Lead vocals, Backup vocals, Percussion (through hand claps, feet stomps, or tamborine)
    PERSONALITY - Goofy, Laidback, Outgoing, Stubborn, Creative, Comforting, Clever, Loyal, Passionate
    OTHER - Originally from Ireland, thus Irish accent



    NAME - Alexei 'Beast' Beiste
    AGE - Twenty-two
    SEXUALITY - Bisexual
    INSTRUMENT - Guitar, Lead vocals, backup vocals, harmonica
    PERSONALITY - Sarcastic, Not the friendliest, Passionate, Protective, Teasing, Impatient, Hotheaded, Funny, Loud
    OTHER - n/a



    NAME - Margaret 'Maggie' Reinhart
    AGE - Twenty
    SEXUALITY - Homosexual
    INSTRUMENT - Bass, Fiddle, back-up vocals, occasionally harmonica
    PERSONALITY - Loving, A bit goofy, Sensitive, Gullible, Holds a grudge, Dramatic, Loud, Would be the first to storm off
    OTHER - n/a



    NAME - Elijah 'Eli' or 'Bo' Beaumont
    AGE - Twenty-four
    SEXUALITY - Bisexual
    INSTRUMENT - Piano/Keyboard, Backup vocals, Percussion (through hand claps, feet stomps, or tamborine when Mickey isn't doing it)
    PERSONALITY - Shy, Hides feelings, Protective, Secretly brave, Loyal, Mysterious, Creative, Pushover about everything except for the songs he writes
    OTHER - He's from France, thus French accent

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    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Miki or Little Wolf
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]21 years old
    [hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Mercenary
    [hr][font=georgia][size=8][color=gray][sub]faceclaim to: Samantha Barks[/fancypost]
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    Miki started to rise from her chair as the bickering continued, but was quieted by the odd phenomenon of Felix snapping. She blinked a couple of times, sitting back down, then had to put a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, despite how serious and scary he'd looked.
    Ajax starting the meeting brought back the serious mood, and she composed herself, leaning forward in her chair so as to pay closer attention. It always took her half a second to decipher English, but she was getting better, albeit slowly.
    "Let 'im out, I think." Miki suggested. "If he's under close watch, he could be of use as a maid or in training."
    She glanced around at the other members, looking to see if they were vehemently against the idea or not. Her gaze landed on Oliver, then quickly flitted away. She'd been one of the few under his command in the last mission. She escaped with only a few minor wounds, but she was still prickly towards him.