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clickclickclick[size=20pt][font=georgia]Saoirse[/size]
✖ Hanoghan! ✖[ nicknames ]
Most call her Sears, sometimes Mickey[ gender ]
Female[ age ]
Only 17[ eye colour ]
An interesting hazel color[ hair colour ]
A dark red-brown color[ skin tone ]
Quite pale, like most Irish[ height ]
5' 6" even- - - -
[ personality traits ]
-Intelligent
-Creative
-Curious
-Determined
-Warm
-Shy
-Sensitive
-Clever
-Gullible
-Optimistic[ disabilities // disorders ]
Asthma[ strengths ]
-Insanely smart
-Creative
-Never loses hope
-Good with animals[ weaknesses ]
-Asthma, thus not the best athlete
-Too protective and sensitive
-Can be a perfectionist
-Curiosity killed the cat
-Trusting- - - -
[ romantic interest ]
Open/TBD[ sexual orientation ]
Heterosexual- - - -
[ weapons ]
She has a small gun, a hunting knife, and an axe, but she is not especially well trained in any of those.[ extra information ]
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clickclickclick[size=20pt][font=georgia]Andrew
[size=14]✖ [color=#4c4a56]Beaumont ! ✖[/size][color=white][size=8][ nicknames ]
Most call him Bo[ gender ]
Male[ age ]
He's twenty years of age[ eye colour ]
A nice green color[ hair colour ]
Dark brown[ skin tone ]
Quite pale[ height ]
6' even- - - -
[ personality traits ]
-Arrogant
-Obstinate
-Doesn't trust easily
-Secretly insecure
-Weak, emotionally
-Gets attached easily
-Smart
-Patient[ disabilities // disorders ]
He's slightly deaf in his right ear, if that counts for anything[ strengths ]
-Brave
-Clever
-Patient[ weaknesses ]
-Gets attached easily
-Insecure
-Few friends
-Liar liar pants on fire- - - -
[ romantic interest ]
Open/TBD[ sexual orientation ]
Bisexual- - - -
[ weapons ]
Crossbow, two guns, short swords, some knives[ extra information ]
New York accent; his father and elder brother went missing in the Depths, so there's that -
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[hr][sub]Sears or Mickey
[hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]18 years old
[hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Artist
[hr][font=georgia][size=8][color=gray][sub]faceclaim to: Leighton Meester[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= pink bordercolor= white; borderwidth=0px; height: 300px; width: 300px; overflow: auto;][align=center][font=georgia][size=24][color=black]| | |
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"Thanks!" Sears grinned,pulling her little sketchbook out of a back pocket and a pencil from a front one, and quickly began outlining the girl's face, then filling in the smaller details. Nose... Eyelashes... Lock of hair falling into the eyes... She also did a quick outline of the dessert, which was because she was hungry. She was just doing her finishing touches when her watch beeped, informing her that her shift was over.
"Freedom!" She cheered quietly, before looking back at the model girl. "I am so rude, I'm Saoirse, but call me Sears." She stuck out her hand, and shook when the girl introduced herself.
"It's wonderful to meet you. If you ever need to be drawn, I usually go to the bar down the road after I get off." She said as she stood, taking off the apron that encircled her neck.[size=24][color=black]| | |
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[hr][sub]Sears or Mickey
[hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]18 years old
[hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Artist
[hr][font=georgia][size=8][color=gray][sub]faceclaim to: Leighton Meester[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= pink bordercolor= white; borderwidth=0px; height: 300px; width: 300px; overflow: auto;][align=center][font=georgia][size=24][color=black]| | |
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"I would love to, but I'm gonna have to say some other time." She declined, shaking her head, though it did sound like a nice offer. "I'm actually going for a side-job. I take pictures and they put them in tourists guides and their menus to look cool."
Pointing to a couple eating cake on the front cover of the menu she was holding, she smiled. "I did this one, too."
She handed the girl the receipt, which had a 'coupon' taking off most of the payment, and waved, "Have fun!"
Sears dumped the apron and menus in the back, then grabbed her little satchel, which contained the precious camera, and went out the back door. It was theoretically closer to the bar anyways, if you didn't count silly things like having to climb over a rail fence.
But she was soon at the bar, and after assuring the bouncer that she wasn't there to get wasted since she still had three years to go till she was legally allowed to, she managed to wriggle inside, where music thumped and people danced and drank and stared and other various things she quickly looked away from.
She tried snapping a picture of the dance floor, but it was too crowded where she was, and she was too short. So she climbed up on an empty barstool, trying to use some of her newfound braveness to keep her from realizing that there is only a few rickety legs between her and the hard cement ground. She took the pictures, then her brain took back control and forced her to sit down.
She took a deep breath, glad to have survived, and gave a little smile to the other people sitting at the bar, and finally one to the bartender.
"Can I get a water, please?" She asked, her voice barely loud enough to be heard over the music and drunk people. Then, ducking her head, she looked over the photos, grimacing when she realized that there was a dude puking in one of them. She quickly deleted that photo, but the others were suitable. "There's this month's rent." She said to herself as she tucked the camera away.[size=24][color=black]| | |
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[hr][sub]Sears or Mickey
[hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]18 years old
[hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Artist
[hr][font=georgia][size=8][color=gray][sub]faceclaim to: Leighton Meester[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor= pink bordercolor= white; borderwidth=0px; height: 300px; width: 300px; overflow: auto;][align=center][font=georgia][size=24][color=black]| | |
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She nodded and left a couple of bills on the counter as payment for the bartender. "Keep the change." She told him, but he was already distracted by more customers. She smiled sympathetically for a moment, having been in his shoes just half an hour ago, but quickly resumed looking over her pictures.
Sears, ever the perfectionist with her photos, decided to snap a couple more. She got one of the bar area, took a picture of a sleeping guy's bubbling drink, and, standing on the barstool again, tried to take another of the entire area. The chair wobbled more this time, and she ended up having to sit back on the counter to keep from falling on anyone.
She let out a sigh of air, then looked over at the guy she'd nearly fallen on. "Sorry about that." She said sheepishly. He looked down enough already, and had two empty glasses by him. "Hey, I hate to be a preacher, and I know this isn't exactly the best place, but that stuff isn't good for you."
Art and liquor, it seems, were the only reasons she talked to anyone. If she wasn't forced to talk to clients for art, she was pretty sure she'd be living as a hermit.[size=24][color=black]| | |
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If I can reserve I want a healer.
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» FIRST NAME « Mimsabelle
» MIDDLE NAME « Elizabetta
» LAST NAME « Sears
» NICKNAMES « Most call her Mimsy, sometimes Sears[hr]
» AGE « She is 16 years old and rockin' it
» GENDER « She's really a she, I promise
» CRIME « Assisting criminals, Theft, Attacking a police officer
» RANK « Healer[hr]
» SKIN « Quite pale, but if she spends time in the sun, it often becomes bright pink, as she burns easily
» EYES « A striking hazel color
» HAIR « Bright red-brown
» HEIGHT « 5' 6" even
» WEIGHT « 123 lbs
» BODY MODIFICATIONS « She has a simple tattoo of a line drawing of a heart on her wrist, but is not in overall favor of modifications to her body.[hr]
» PERSONALITY « She seems like a cheery, happy-go-lucky, warm, passionate girl. And she is, don't get me wrong. She's all those things and more. But she also has a darker side.
When you first meet her, Mimsy will most likely be smiling. Probably laughing too. Doesn't even matter if other people are around, she seems to have a bottomless supply of happiness. And she'll no doubt want to pass this happiness on to you. She loves to help others, and is quite trusting. She warms up to you quickly, and stays warm, always a person to turn to for help. And if you need help, there's nothing she won't do to help you. It makes her a great healer, yes, but some say it also makes her a dead girl walking. It will no doubt get her killed one day, but as she'll cheerily tell you, even if she brightens just one life, she's done her job.
Even if it doesn't get her killed right now, it still makes her susceptible to lies, as the girl is quite trusting and gullible, and is quite idealistic about everyone. She still thinks most people have some good deep down inside.
But all the good in Mimsy is in the outside. The inside, you never want to see. Only when she is very, very frustrated, angry, sad, does her inner core erupt. And, like with any volcano, you want to stand some distance away. Her patience allows her to endure digs and sneers and other deprecating social standards, but it is not as if she brushes it off. No, it gets buried. All the anger, the fear, the hate, that she's hidden is stored up inside, so when she snaps, it gets unleashed. It's only happened once and there were a few casualties.
She hates to hurt anyone, so she's tried to figure out other ways to deal with this anger. She regularly meditates, sings, and cries herself to sleep. She says it helps. We'll just have to wait and see.
» NOTABLE TRAITS «
Positive:
-Warm
-Determined
-Protective
-Selfless
-Witty
-Clever
-PatientNegative:
-Obstinate
-Never Says No
-Gullible
-Idealistic
-When She Snaps, You Want To RUN[hr]
» HISTORY « Mimsabelle Elizabetta Sears was born the child of two idealistic people (as evidenced by her name). They raised her much the same as them, and she was often taken advantage of because of this. But she never complained, and kept on living life with a smile on her face.
When she was 10 years old, the couple next to them had a second child. Her parents pitied them, but did nothing. When her parents weren't looking, Mimsy snuck over and offered to help hide the child, stowing the infant away in her room when the police searched. It actually worked, and soon Mimsy was taking in other refugees and criminals when her parents were at work. She gave them food, often stolen, and patched their wounds, with similarly stolen medicine and bandages.
It couldn't go on for long without someone noticing, but it was three years before she was found out. Then, when she was wrapping an ice pack around the head of an old woman (who was framed for murder), the second child managed to get out. The police were just exiting it's parents home, but got suspicious when they saw a toddler coming out of the house where there was only a 13 year old, and one went to fetch Mimsy's parents. But the toddler ran for it's parents as the police started yelling, saying "Mama, Papa."
That's when things got complicated. The police took the parents under arrest, but by then Mimsy had come out to see what all the fuss was about. Her eyes lit upon the scene, and that, it could be said, is when she 'snapped'. A guttural scream was the only warning the first policeman had before she tackled him, and began to claw at him before the second man pulled her off. She punched him in the stomach then slammed him into a wall before making a break for it. She didn't get very far before her father stopped her. She thought he was there to help her, but instead he mouthed "Sorry" and held her down for the police to get her.
She was quickly shuttled off to jail, where, after being cleaned up and a good night's rest, she returned to her normal self, no sign of the episode anywhere in her features, except for the bruises left from the fight. She spent the years up until this trip in jail, being too young to float. She hasn't 'snapped' since then, but many people know what happened that day and what she is capable of.
» FEARS « The dark, Not being able to help someone
» DISORDERS « Asthma, Insomnia[hr]
» SEXUALITY « Pansexual
» LOVE INTEREST « Open/TBD
» PARTNER « Open/None[hr]
» MUSE « Pretty good right now, but if I get stressed, it's subject to dropping. I'll try and keep up, though.
» PLOT IDEAS « Tons!
» ACTIVITY LEVEL « If I get stressed or lose internet connection (which often happens at my house, sadly) it might drop, but I'm on at LEAST once a day
» FACECLAIM « Karen Gillan
[color=black]» EXTRA « [color=white]Please don't let me blow up (unless we really need someone to die but still ask me first) -
Making a warrior trying for airmen and an engineer within the next couple of days.
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[hr][sub]Sears or Mickey
[hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]18 years old
[hr][font=georgia][size=10][color=black][sub]Artist
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Taking a sip of her own water, Sears rolled her eyes. "Emphasis on the practically. When you are wasted later, I'm going to laugh."
But she shook her head, as if realizing how forward she'd been, and was retreating a little bit. "My name's Sears." She introduced, though unsure of how he'd take it after her lecturing.
She shifted from the countertop to the barstool, realizing that she probably looked like the wasted one, standing on top of barstools, falling on people, then chatting those same people up while sitting on the counter. She laughed softly at this before returning her attention to the conversation she'd been having.[size=24][color=black]| | |
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Name
"Down here! Thank you. Full name is Mimsabelle for some reason, but most call me Mimsy."Age
"I'm twenty years old, so yes, I'm done growing."Species
"Elf Owl, thank you very much."Current Rank
"Warrior, and the finest one you'll ever meet. Stop laughing!"
Desired Rank
"Okay, okay, don't laugh, but I really want to be one of the Airmen one day. Shush!"[hr][color=white]
Appearance
She is quite the small bird, only 5 inches big, and weighing only 6 ounces. But you can be sure that every single one of those ounces is filled with gumption and stubbornness.
She has soft feather, with the lighter brown on her face melding into the darker brown color the rest of her feathers have. Her belly is almost completely white, with only a few brown feathers invading from her neck and sides. Her wings, too, have a few lines of white, but are mostly a mottled brown color.
From the engineers, she has gotten a couple of metal talons to attach to her regular feet.Traits
-Stubborn
-Independent
-Never-say-die
-Optimistic
-Witty
-Clever
-Insanely braveStrengths
-Agility
-Stealth
-Cleverness
-PersistentWeaknesses
-Size
-Sometimes when frightened she seizes up
-Size
-Not the most experienced
-SizeDreams
To become one of the Airmen, then to be the best Airman there ever was, and if she finds love along the way, for it to be trueFears
Big things, small things, sharp things, dull things, moving things, dark things, bright things, loud things, quiet things, just about everything. The important thing, though, is that she (rarely) gives into these fears.[hr][color=white]
[size=10]Family
"Yeah, I got some. Mother got eaten by a cat a while ago, but my father and three older siblings are all still alive and kicking. My dad's an elder because he can't fly anymore, but he was a famous Airman."[size=10]Apprentice
Open/None[size=10]Love Interest
Open/TBD/None[/fancypost]
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Name
"The name's Bartlet, or Barry for short."Age
"I'm 22, so I call seniority!"Species
"I'm an Atlantic Puffin, ya dumb sparrow!"Rank
"Show some respect to your wingin' engineer, why dontcha!"[hr][color=white]
Appearance
If birds can scowl, Barry is always doing so. That, combined with his often hunched posture, makes him look much older than he really is. If he ever straightens out and stops glowering, he can be quite handsome. However, it is rare for him to do so.
He is 12 inches tall, with a white belly, underwings, cheeks, and legs, the rest of him black, like an (awkward) tuxedo. His eyes are a simple brown, but his beak and feet are quite brightly colored, his beak in particular being comprised of several colors.Traits
-Determined
-Gruff
-Secretly compassionate
-Hides emotions besides annoyance
-Genius
-Clever
-Arrogant
-Hotheaded
-Protective
-SelflessStrengths
-Intelligent in his work
-Can tell when someone is lying to him
-Quite strong
-DeterminedWeaknesses
-Not the best at making friends
-Occasionally foolish
-Hotheaded
-Arrogant
-Not the best flyerDreams
He's happy where he is, but looks forward to the day when he is an old bird, with a loving mate at his side as they watch their grandchildren and great-grandchildren frolic, and he reigns terror on them as much as he still can.Fears
The ones he cares for being hurt, being disgraced and exiled, unrequited love, the dark[hr][color=white]
[size=10]Family
"What's it to ya? Fine, I got a little sister, who ya AIN'T ALLOWED TA TOUCH, and two parents like the rest of ya."[size=10]Apprentice
Open![size=10]Love Interest
Open/TBD/None[/fancypost]
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Finished! Sorry for taking so long.
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» FIRST NAME « Mimsabelle
» MIDDLE NAME « Elizabetta
» LAST NAME « Sears
» NICKNAMES « Most call her Mimsy, sometimes Sears[hr]
» AGE « She is 16 years old and rockin' it
» GENDER « She's really a she, I promise
» CRIME « Assisting criminals, Theft, Attacking a police officer
» RANK « Healer[hr]
» SKIN « Quite pale, but if she spends time in the sun, it often becomes bright pink, as she burns easily
» EYES « A striking hazel color
» HAIR « Bright red-brown
» HEIGHT « 5' 6" even
» WEIGHT « 123 lbs
» BODY MODIFICATIONS « She has a simple tattoo of a line drawing of a heart on her wrist, but is not in overall favor of modifications to her body.[hr]
» PERSONALITY « She seems like a cheery, happy-go-lucky, warm, passionate girl. And she is, don't get me wrong. She's all those things and more. But she also has a darker side.
When you first meet her, Mimsy will most likely be smiling. Probably laughing too. Doesn't even matter if other people are around, she seems to have a bottomless supply of happiness. And she'll no doubt want to pass this happiness on to you. She loves to help others, and is quite trusting. She warms up to you quickly, and stays warm, always a person to turn to for help. And if you need help, there's nothing she won't do to help you. It makes her a great healer, yes, but some say it also makes her a dead girl walking. It will no doubt get her killed one day, but as she'll cheerily tell you, even if she brightens just one life, she's done her job.
Even if it doesn't get her killed right now, it still makes her susceptible to lies, as the girl is quite trusting and gullible, and is quite idealistic about everyone. She still thinks most people have some good deep down inside.
But all the good in Mimsy is in the outside. The inside, you never want to see. Only when she is very, very frustrated, angry, sad, does her inner core erupt. And, like with any volcano, you want to stand some distance away. Her patience allows her to endure digs and sneers and other deprecating social standards, but it is not as if she brushes it off. No, it gets buried. All the anger, the fear, the hate, that she's hidden is stored up inside, so when she snaps, it gets unleashed. It's only happened once and there were a few casualties.
She hates to hurt anyone, so she's tried to figure out other ways to deal with this anger. She regularly meditates, sings, and cries herself to sleep. She says it helps. We'll just have to wait and see.
» NOTABLE TRAITS «
Positive:
-Warm
-Determined
-Protective
-Selfless
-Witty
-Clever
-PatientNegative:
-Obstinate
-Never Says No
-Gullible
-Idealistic
-When She Snaps, You Want To RUN[hr]
» HISTORY « Mimsabelle Elizabetta Sears was born the child of two idealistic people (as evidenced by her name). They raised her much the same as them, and she was often taken advantage of because of this. But she never complained, and kept on living life with a smile on her face.
When she was 10 years old, the couple next to them had a second child. Her parents pitied them, but did nothing. When her parents weren't looking, Mimsy snuck over and offered to help hide the child, stowing the infant away in her room when the police searched. It actually worked, and soon Mimsy was taking in other refugees and criminals when her parents were at work. She gave them food, often stolen, and patched their wounds, with similarly stolen medicine and bandages.
It couldn't go on for long without someone noticing, but it was three years before she was found out. Then, when she was wrapping an ice pack around the head of an old woman (who was framed for murder), the second child managed to get out. The police were just exiting it's parents home, but got suspicious when they saw a toddler coming out of the house where there was only a 13 year old, and one went to fetch Mimsy's parents. But the toddler ran for it's parents as the police started yelling, saying "Mama, Papa."
That's when things got complicated. The police took the parents under arrest, but by then Mimsy had come out to see what all the fuss was about. Her eyes lit upon the scene, and that, it could be said, is when she 'snapped'. A guttural scream was the only warning the first policeman had before she tackled him, and began to claw at him before the second man pulled her off. She punched him in the stomach then slammed him into a wall before making a break for it. She didn't get very far before her father stopped her. She thought he was there to help her, but instead he mouthed "Sorry" and held her down for the police to get her.
She was quickly shuttled off to jail, where, after being cleaned up and a good night's rest, she returned to her normal self, no sign of the episode anywhere in her features, except for the bruises left from the fight. She spent the years up until this trip in jail, being too young to float. She hasn't 'snapped' since then, but many people know what happened that day and what she is capable of.
» FEARS « The dark, Not being able to help someone
» DISORDERS « Asthma, Insomnia[hr]
» SEXUALITY « Pansexual
» LOVE INTEREST « Open/TBD
» PARTNER « Open/None[hr]
» MUSE « Pretty good right now, but if I get stressed, it's subject to dropping. I'll try and keep up, though.
» PLOT IDEAS « Tons!
» ACTIVITY LEVEL « If I get stressed or lose internet connection (which often happens at my house, sadly) it might drop, but I'm on at LEAST once a day
» FACECLAIM « Karen Gillan
[color=black]» EXTRA « [color=white]Please don't let me blow up (unless we really need someone to die but still ask me first) -
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» FIRST NAME « Bartlet
» MIDDLE NAME « Elijah
» LAST NAME « Beaumont-Jonpoon
» NICKNAMES « Most call him Barry. If you want to tick him off, call him Jo-jo or Bo-jo.[hr]
» AGE « 17 years old
» GENDER « He's a he
» CRIME « Arson, Assault and Battery, Running from the Law, Attempted Escape
» RANK « Hunter/Gatherer[hr]
» SKIN « Dark, chocolate brown
» EYES « A similar shade of brown, but they carry an intelligent glint in them
» HAIR « He has short, fuzzy dark hair atop is cranium
» HEIGHT « An impressive 6' even
» WEIGHT « He weighs 145 pounds, making him quite lean
» BODY MODIFICATIONS « None[hr]
» PERSONALITY « He isn't really the type to help you bake cookies or play hopscotch. No, he grew up too quickly for that. He's a serious young man and rarely anything else.
Despite this, he's a kind, quiet, and fiercely intelligent young man who would've changed the world if there had been anything left of it for him to change. He rarely gives up, and, while a bit uptight and rather proud, he's a good friend. He will (at least try to) never let you down.
He gets attached to people easily, even if he says that he hate everyone and would much rather be alone. He shows this affection in a rather gruff manner, but he truly is kind to those he loves.
He's rather harsh on himself, for the times he's let people down, the times he hasn't been good enough, and so on. Most people assume his humble attitude is because he's actually humble. No, the man is proud and arrogant like anybody. But his kindness and insecurities usually overwhelm this, leading to a kind of humble nature.
He's no saint, he'll be the first to admit it. Most assume his humble nature is because of true goodness. No. He's proud and arrogant to a fault, but his kindness, selflessness, and insecurities often overwhelm any outward signs of that, leading to a humble appearance. One can tell the truth if they watch him long enough. He doesn't like to be told what to do, or be insulted. Despite his excellent pokerface, he doesn't have much control over his emotions internally, and thus can get angry with little warning. This also counts for sadness. Because he gets attached to others, he hates to see them get hurt or die. Instead of anger, this often provokes sadness.
People rarely know what he is going to do, as he keeps ideas from that big brain of his quiet, and his expressions schooled. But despite the good and bad, he is a useful member and good friend.
(I know, sucky ending, sorry)
» NOTABLE TRAITS «
Positive:
-Kind
-Persistent
-Quiet
-Intelligent
-Best poker face you will ever see
-HumbleNegative:
-Gruff
-Selfless
-Rebel
-Independent thinker
-Impatient
-Not the strongest emotionally
-Proud
-Uptight[hr]
» HISTORY « He was an only child (OF COURSE), raised by a single father after his mother died of pneumonia when he was very little. His father wasn't a bad man, and he raised his son well. Taught him to pick his battles, roll with the punches, to bow your head and carry on.
The last one didn't stick so well. Barry often got in trouble for not following directions at school or from older children. He would come home bruised, but never broken.
When he was 10 years old, a malfunctioning appliance caused a fire that passed from one home to the next. Barry's home was one of them. His father was busy and out of the house, so there was no one to help little Barry as a bookshelf toppled over. His right leg was pinned (and badly broken), and soon burned as fire crept up the shelves. Barry was rescued before he died (obviously) and before he was completely maimed. The hospital managed to save his leg from needing to be amputated, but even 9 years later, it still bothers him. The cheery little child was no longer after this fire. It aged him, showed him that he wasn't invincible. He has smiled exactly 21 times since then.
From that day, he's had an intense fear of fires. Not having control over something that could kill him wounded his pride, day in and day out. He began experimenting with fire when he was 12, and a year later was targeting people who picked on him. Of course he was caught, almost an exact year later, in fact, in the midst of trying to set an apartment on fire.
They ordered him to stop, to turn around and come towards them peacefully, to cooperate. He did none of those things. Pretending he had put the small fire out, he headed to the two men, only to throw sawdust and ash in their eyes before running away.
Mimsy found him the two days later, holed up behind some machinery near her home. He was one of her first rescues. She gave him food, water, and a place to rest when her parents weren't looking. But he knew that he would only bring destruction down on her. So he left, and was caught a few hours later.
Now with most people, we could say "the End" or "They've been there up until now." No, not with Barry. He never lost his fighting spirit. A few months after he was caught, he tried to organize a prisoner's revolution, an escape. He knew, somewhere deep inside, that it would never work, but he reasoned that at least he could say he tried.
And he did try. From a sympathetic guard they lifted the keys, and the three of them (not many wanted to try it) were a few feet away from the door when they were tackled, beaten, and stuffed back in jail in a much harder to access area.
And that, was that. He tried to rally again, but few others did, and the burning flame flickered down to hardly more than candlelight. He's been in jail up until they sent hi to Earth.
» FEARS « Not being able to protect someone, Fire
» DISORDERS « He has a bad limp in his right leg in the mornings if that counts[hr]
» SEXUALITY « Bisexual
» LOVE INTEREST « Open/TBD
» PARTNER « Open/None[hr]
» MUSE « Same as earlier
» PLOT IDEAS « Same as earlier. I'll pm you
» ACTIVITY LEVEL « Same as earlier
» FACECLAIM « Dayo Okeniyi
[color=black]» EXTRA « [color=white]Please don't let me blow up because we need the guys -
Finished Barry! ^^
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I was thinking that someone could betray or hurt Mimsy, and cause her to snap, which could be fun.
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I dunno yet, probably will be developed, but she could either scare the camp enough that they cast her out or she runs away and either could be captured by the Grounders or just hide out until someone finds her.
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That's amazing!
I might make a third character... -
It is kinda different, ie only 12 instead of 100, chosen randomly instead of prisoners, only two months, so don't worry too much.