Post by BCG the BabyComicGurl on Feb 3, 2009 19:19:24 GMT -8
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Name: Jessica Gonzales
Age: 20
Email: trekkiedccomvtv88@gmail.com/Lady_Trekie@live.com
AiM/YiM:tamrynlawrie/tvremix29
RP Experience: I do have experience, I play only a few characters now and mostly here tf-575.com I play Frankie Malone and Kendra Lail, I use to play a lot of different characters but after my time in the 'industry' as we say sometimes I've down sized myself to focus on character development.
Years RPing? 5 years role playing, actually for the Star Trek Role Plays we call it simming slang for simulation.
Posting: Yes
The Character
Applying for: Well, I see you're using mostly Gothamites, which is fine so for this character application I can think of a few I just haven't taken a look at your story yet so, I'm going shove Stephanie Brown out here. Back on Superhero Hype! I played her first, reinvented her character older, smarter, and just more kick-ass than she was given in the actual DCU, however if thou not liketh, then I can play a not-so-evil Cassandra Cain. However this application will strictly apply to Stephanie.
Character history: She in short is a firecracker, a pistol, stubborn, strong willed, and doesn't listen to anyone. Stephanie Brown didn't always have such an aggressive hobby should we say? Once a normal poor girl, growing up the ghettos of Gotham, Mom worked two jobs to put food on the table. Dad, was never there, sperm donor as far as she cared.
Stephanie hadn't really started to take boxing, or kick-boxing until she was nearly killed by a bunch of steroid jocks. Self-defense, and the next time she ran into them they were the ones in the dumpster, not her. Clearly not wanting to be a fashion victim she redesigned her suit, a dark majestic purple hood, with black leather underneath, her belt holding all her little suprises.
Then she met, 'the jock' you know that guy in High School, who is uber hot, cute and just makes you get all warm. Yeah, him. She got him, and more than just him, Steph had his kid, genius. Oh that was a bright move. She had become what she was trying to avoid, her Mother. Well, being the aggressive hobby that she had and being a Mom... That never mixed together, leaving the young baby boy at the door steps of St. Catherine's Orphanage, Stephanie knew that, that had probably been the smartest choice she'd ever made.
Now she works for a bank by day, and by night she secretly spoils the plans of evil, including that idiot of a Father of hers, the wanna-be Riddler, Cluemaster, yeah that bumbling guy? Her Dad. It keeps getting better, and better she swears one day she'll have enough to drink and just start laughing at how God-awful her life has gotten. However, that would just have to wait there's bad guys to crush, and she's not missing out on the action.
Character RP Sample:
The rain fell hard, this way and that way, the rain drops on her car as big as her pinkie she swore it. Stephanie Brown sat back watching the clouds over head. Sighing to herself she took a deep breath, opening the car door, her foot hit the pavement. Splish.
Water droplets falling on her twenty dollar heels, the umbrella opened wide with a single. Pop. Getting out of the car, she shut the door. The bank was large, ominous, stupid Gargoyles gave her the creeps. What is with this city and creepy things that go boo. I'd be, better off in New York on 5th and Broadway selling than working here. Okay take that back, I'd be better in New Jersey working the bridge...
Stephanie walked one foot, then the other, as the customers from the bank hurried to and from. Walking up the steps she turned around for a moment, thunder cracked above her eyes scanned the area, it was a nice up town place no crime here... Well nothing unorganized anyway. Turning back around she folded the umbrella up and put her hand on the door and pushed it open, a sudden brush of cold air swept through her. Damn air conditioner...
"Ah Miss Brown," greeted Mr. Dixon, "just the woman I was looking for."
Huh? The hell is he talking about? "Excuse me?" She asked him politely.
Mr. Dixon ran the bank, his word was law, he put his hand on the small of her back. She resisted the urge to snap his hand off. "Mr. Bard, Miss Brown will help you out, won't you Stephanie?"
"Uh, yes, of course certainly, Mr. Dixon, no problem, Bard was it?" She asked him, sonuva... Well lets hope this guy isn't the usual idiot that walks through here.
"Yes, Jason Bard... I was looking to open up an account."
Are you serious. Ugh... This is a bad day already.
-------- END --------
I actually had gone further than this, but I'll introduce you to Stephanie's Supra later if I'm accepted.
Name: Jessica Gonzales
Age: 20
Email: trekkiedccomvtv88@gmail.com/Lady_Trekie@live.com
AiM/YiM:tamrynlawrie/tvremix29
RP Experience: I do have experience, I play only a few characters now and mostly here tf-575.com I play Frankie Malone and Kendra Lail, I use to play a lot of different characters but after my time in the 'industry' as we say sometimes I've down sized myself to focus on character development.
Years RPing? 5 years role playing, actually for the Star Trek Role Plays we call it simming slang for simulation.
Posting: Yes
The Character
Applying for: Well, I see you're using mostly Gothamites, which is fine so for this character application I can think of a few I just haven't taken a look at your story yet so, I'm going shove Stephanie Brown out here. Back on Superhero Hype! I played her first, reinvented her character older, smarter, and just more kick-ass than she was given in the actual DCU, however if thou not liketh, then I can play a not-so-evil Cassandra Cain. However this application will strictly apply to Stephanie.
Character history: She in short is a firecracker, a pistol, stubborn, strong willed, and doesn't listen to anyone. Stephanie Brown didn't always have such an aggressive hobby should we say? Once a normal poor girl, growing up the ghettos of Gotham, Mom worked two jobs to put food on the table. Dad, was never there, sperm donor as far as she cared.
Stephanie hadn't really started to take boxing, or kick-boxing until she was nearly killed by a bunch of steroid jocks. Self-defense, and the next time she ran into them they were the ones in the dumpster, not her. Clearly not wanting to be a fashion victim she redesigned her suit, a dark majestic purple hood, with black leather underneath, her belt holding all her little suprises.
Then she met, 'the jock' you know that guy in High School, who is uber hot, cute and just makes you get all warm. Yeah, him. She got him, and more than just him, Steph had his kid, genius. Oh that was a bright move. She had become what she was trying to avoid, her Mother. Well, being the aggressive hobby that she had and being a Mom... That never mixed together, leaving the young baby boy at the door steps of St. Catherine's Orphanage, Stephanie knew that, that had probably been the smartest choice she'd ever made.
Now she works for a bank by day, and by night she secretly spoils the plans of evil, including that idiot of a Father of hers, the wanna-be Riddler, Cluemaster, yeah that bumbling guy? Her Dad. It keeps getting better, and better she swears one day she'll have enough to drink and just start laughing at how God-awful her life has gotten. However, that would just have to wait there's bad guys to crush, and she's not missing out on the action.
Character RP Sample:
The rain fell hard, this way and that way, the rain drops on her car as big as her pinkie she swore it. Stephanie Brown sat back watching the clouds over head. Sighing to herself she took a deep breath, opening the car door, her foot hit the pavement. Splish.
Water droplets falling on her twenty dollar heels, the umbrella opened wide with a single. Pop. Getting out of the car, she shut the door. The bank was large, ominous, stupid Gargoyles gave her the creeps. What is with this city and creepy things that go boo. I'd be, better off in New York on 5th and Broadway selling than working here. Okay take that back, I'd be better in New Jersey working the bridge...
Stephanie walked one foot, then the other, as the customers from the bank hurried to and from. Walking up the steps she turned around for a moment, thunder cracked above her eyes scanned the area, it was a nice up town place no crime here... Well nothing unorganized anyway. Turning back around she folded the umbrella up and put her hand on the door and pushed it open, a sudden brush of cold air swept through her. Damn air conditioner...
"Ah Miss Brown," greeted Mr. Dixon, "just the woman I was looking for."
Huh? The hell is he talking about? "Excuse me?" She asked him politely.
Mr. Dixon ran the bank, his word was law, he put his hand on the small of her back. She resisted the urge to snap his hand off. "Mr. Bard, Miss Brown will help you out, won't you Stephanie?"
"Uh, yes, of course certainly, Mr. Dixon, no problem, Bard was it?" She asked him, sonuva... Well lets hope this guy isn't the usual idiot that walks through here.
"Yes, Jason Bard... I was looking to open up an account."
Are you serious. Ugh... This is a bad day already.
-------- END --------
I actually had gone further than this, but I'll introduce you to Stephanie's Supra later if I'm accepted.