Post by Monica Garland on Nov 24, 2009 11:28:24 GMT
Name: Monica Emily Garland
Nickname(s): Mon, Aunt Em, Emily
Age: 29
Birth Date: June 30th 1980
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bi-sexual
Being?: Abnormal, Can become intangible
Occupation: Chef/ writer.
Eyes:Brown
Hair:Brunette
Build:Skinny
Height:5'4"
Weight:127lbs
Anything else?: has a tattoo of a cresent moon and 5 stars on her right foot, both ears are pierced
Play By:Amy Acker
Likes: (at least 5)Cooking, Jazz music, dancing, fall season, the smell of pumpkins, writing about cooking
Dislikes: Insects and rats, her abilities, birthdays, the thought of having children now.
Fears: Rats, she fears what they could do to her business and she hates how they can skitter off and live anywhere it disgusts her. Also She fears her 31st birthday, when her grandmother was a young she crossed paths with a demon, she was a young psychic who thought she could dispose of it, the demon cursed her when she tried. On the eve of future ancestors 31st birthday they would die in the most gruesome fashion. She tries to live each day to the fullest, but is fearful of each day 'cause it brings her one day closer to her fate.
Personality: Monica is a very excitable woman, she tries to make each day worth getting up and so tries to help someone each day. She loves to help people and often spends her free time volunteering at different functions. But beneath the warm exterior hides someone who is very scared and secluded. She often turns to liquor and such when she is sad or angry, or does destructive or dangerous stunts because she feels that she's going to die and wants to live as much as she can. Often she avoids sleeping and takes pills to stay awake because she feels that sleeping is a waste of time. She's very in the moment, often taking short term relationships over long ones because she's afraid of hurting them after she's gone...
Hometown: Des Monies, Iowa
Mother: Charlotte, Secretary
Father: Franklin, deceased
Siblings:Daniel(Deceased), Liam 25, sister in law Libby 23
Anyone else: Sonja, her 8 year old niece who lives with her after her father (Daniel) died on his 31st birthday
History: Born and raised in Iowa, Monica was raised in a very warm and caring environment, it seemed like a postcard, "Wishing you were here in Iowa" But shortly after her brother Liam was born her father changed, her father began drinking, smoking, yelling at their mother, it all stopped when she was 9 her father died of a heart attack on his 31st birthday. Her mother told her about the family curse according to their grandmother. She didn't want to die and since then had a distaste for birthdays, even avoided parties when she could.
Since the death of her father, the oldest of her grandmothers children, the two things that ran in her family were death and abnormal powers, probably steaming from her grandmother.
She took up cooking when she was in high school as she had a natural knack for it. She found out about her abilities when she turned nineteen and began having nightmares about her death. She would sometimes phase through her floor and fall into the basement. Her older brothers helped her through the pains of teen hood both of them being the only ones who knew what she was going through. Since she turned 20 she's been looking for someone to help her break the curse. That's why she came here to San Fransisco, for help from Sullivan and Cooper... She wants to live to see the day after her 31st birthday and to see her niece grow up.
Roleplay Sample: [quote*] From King's Country*
How much longer honey?" Katrina playfully whined to her her husband James, who was driving his way home, or where home once was... When he was a child he lived for a short while outside a town named Kings Country, he doesn't talk about the town much or why he's taking me here, he just mumbles about some damned letter, a damn letter from...someone he knew. Could it be...them? Katrina thought as she laid her head against the head rest of her car glancing every now and again at the refection in the darkened windshield, stealing a glance at her husband, and worrying secretly.
James sat there twitching every so often... he looked crazed. His sandy colored hair looked like he lost a fight with a comb, his handsome face looked plagued by something....guilt perhaps? His dark eyes had circles hanging onto them and his strong body even looked weak as it hunched over soullessly staring out into the dark endless night. A fog began rolling in but before Katina could comment James leaned over and assured her it was normal around these parts...
I hope after this that he'll start... start taking better care of himself. Those nightmares have been driving him crazy, if he wasn't so proud of himself, I would have driven him back. I would have done something more... Katrina's mind began to feel hazy as if her energy was being taken, like it was drained from her....going....going ....gone....
BAM!!!
Katrina's eyes burst open as a the unearthly sound of metal on metal scraped and scratched against the side of their 1995 ford Wind-star.
"Did you hit..." Katrina began her eyes as wide as dinner plates.
Suddenly one of the windows shattered as a large blade reached into the car digging itself into the floor of the van.
"JAMES! JAMES! HANG ON, JAMES!" Screamed Katrina as she attempted to grab the hand rest of her seat. It was then that Katrina noticed the tree right in front of the car....
CRUNCH!!!
The dust began to settle as Katrina's eyes adjusted to the night sky... Looking down she could already feel the bruise the seat belt was going to leave her...
"James, James it's a good thing we were wearing our seat belts, isn't it? James?"
Katrina said as she glance around for her husband, wear he had been sitting was a empty seat...and a letter.
Reaching over she grabbed the letter and pocketed it. There was no way she could read it in this light. She carefully edged herself out of her seat as she pushed the door open. With a loud sceach it opened. Quietly she looked around for any sign of life, for James. but she was all alone.
She reached into the car grabbing a small flashlight stored in the glove box, right next to the flare gun... Maybe just maybe someone, hopefully a policeman, would find her if she used this.... Carefully she grabbed eight of the flares stored in the car before she heard it again.........SCRATCH.......
Looking up she shined her flashlight to the top of the car, what she saw was a bloody figure with a knife....
"NO, Don't hurt me! Please!" She screamed as she backed away, she didn't wait for a response, whatever this thing was it didn't look human, and from the the size of it's bloody sword thing, it didn't look like it wanted to talk. Dropping a few flares she ran off into the woods leaving that thing and her car, the last link to her past life, behind. [/quote*]
Name/Alias: Tina
Age: (optional)19
Roleplay Experience: 4 years of rping on different sites
Where did you find us?:rpg directory
Do you have any other characters?: Not of yet
Anything Else?: Um...Caffeine is my bff...
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