Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2012 8:06:49 GMT -5
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Full Name: Mishka Copper
Nickname(s): Dragon or Kitten
Canon/Original/Adoptable:Original
Birthday/Place of Birth: 12 December
Current Residence: anywhere
Family: any she knows of are dead [/left]
IN A BROKEN MIRROR
[/color]Height: 5’4
Body type: hour glass figure, toned legs and arms, a little bit of baby fat around stomach but has been going quickly because of all the running
Skin tone: lightly tanned
Eye color: green
Hair color and typical style: blonde passed shoulder length
Played By: Emily Browning
Special Markings (tattoos, piercings, scars, etc): has a dragon tattoo on her right shoulder and a black panther on the left, long stitching across her stomach.
My Style: jeans or shorts denim t-shirt and shirt she’s not fussed and a black leather jacket and heavy walking boots leather gloves [/right]
IT'S GOOD, Y'ALL
[/color]Likes: Watching the sunrise and set, hands on jobs, spicy food is her favourite, metal music, hunting, mythological stories, games video games and horror films.
Dislikes:Walkers.... a bit obvious who loves em , people who think they know it all, arguing, nuts dislikes the flavour allot, snakes and being alone.
What was/is your characters dream/goals: Her dreams and goals are to get her memory back, hope maybe one day to have a family and just generly regain trust in people and not be alone anymore.
Fears: Rabbits she has an unknown fear of them from something that happened in her past every time she sees one alive she gets panicky if one is dead it makes her feel sick but she will eat it if she’s really hungry not necessarily she will keep it down.
She’s also afraid of the wound on her stomach tearing open again if she is on her own, she doesn’t want to go through the pain again.[/left]
Its Who I Am
[/color]Describe your character’s personality: Mishka gets cautious about meeting new people. But when she gets more comfortable with the people she meets she can have a laugh and a joke. If someone makes her angry she will bite back for so long, because she hates arguing but if it gets too personal or too much, she will blow a fuse and give as much back. Generally she keeps her mind clear and tries to keep focused on things.
When she starts to clean her bike she gets into quite a serious mode and tends to zone out. Depending on how you approach her generally you will either make her jump or get glared at before her mind zones back into the real world.
Strengths : shes determind and will get any job shes asked to do done, Shes a good hunter
she can skin animal for the furr and knows how to clean them up ect
she knows how to stich wounds,
she can cook,
when not in pain shes got very good stamina and is stealthy.
Weaknesses :
she has trust issues
Currently with her wound it can slow her down a bit
anything iron maiden again she doesn’t know why but when she sees something iron maiden she had to nab it and small shiny objects.
When she has a flash back she tends to freeze up which can be bad.
She has a small fear of heights and if she has to jump across or walk across anything taller then 7ft she needs to talk herself through it.
Habits (smoking, drinking, nail biting, etc): she occasionally smokes, but because of being alone for a while she tends to clean her bike which has become a habbit mainly to stop her from going insane.
Flaws: she tends to steal the odd shiney thing, she cant help it and tends to give it back if its a friends, but if she don’t like you and things have gone missing its usually her. Physically apart from the wound that slows her down occasionally, prone to headache :[/right]
Its A Gift
[/color]Skills and Abilities:
Skinning and hunting animals
Cooking
Stitching up wounds and that’s about it for medical area.
Her stealth and stamina comes from special ops training but she failed the medical because of the prone to headaches.
Sining but she dosent like singing infront of people she tends to sing on her own or when shes in the shower bathing or if she dosent know anyone is there.
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We Ain't In Kansas Anymore...
Character History-
When Mishka was a child she grew up with her father. Her mother died giving birth to her. Her father Taught her to hunt for food and how to skin the animals and use there fur. When he had enough money he took her to a Iron Maiden concert it was the best memory she had. He bought her a leather jacket for her to grow into, she was around 9 then, they had made the whole event a road trip, stopped off at cafes and had pancakes and maple syrup. Her father always drove a motorbike a Harley Davidson beautiful bike and the engine noise was lovely. On the way back they stopped off at a motel a gang of punk assed kids smashed up his bike when he approached them they took him down. Mishka ran out to help her father but got beaten up in the process. When she woke up she had a rattle snake on her stomach, no one had bothers coming out of the motel to help as the gang was notorious, when someone did come Mishka was close to death and just got to hospital in time. She was given all her father’s stuff from his body and chucked into foster care when they found out all her relatives where dead, and she just lived in the outback’s.
She got moved around different families going from bad to worse, eventually she ran off. But occasionally suffers with flash back with things that had happened. She lived on the streets and picked up a job doing deliveries and from there she joined the army, she had a chance to join a special ops team but because of an accident she had, she failed the medical, the headaches she kept getting as a result of the accident meant she had to leave the army. She got a small job at a diner, had a one night stand with a guy who kept coming there to see her. He left and never came back and she found out she was pregnant.
Shortly after the Diner closed and she lost her small apartment the stress made her collapse and she woke up in hospital.
She met a Midwife called Wendy, who took her in to help her. And in return Mishka helped her with some of the kids in the area, as there parents most of the time couldn’t afford the price of the medical bills.
Mishka learnt allot of stitching up wounds.
On the day she gave birth to her daughter the world went to hell. They couldn’t get to the hospital and it was to late to move Mishka. Wendy barricaded the house and gave her a belt to bite into. When there were difficulties they had to cut the baby from her. Wendy moved quickly to get the baby from her and stitch her up so she wouldn’t lose too much blood. She was bed ridden for a week.
When she was able to get up Wendy was out getting food. She came back with a nice bite mark. Mishka helped sow up the wound and got Wendy in bed. She had only been gone a little while to sort out some food and drink. When she herd her baby crying she rushed upstairs to find an undead Wendy holding her baby she dropped the baby on the bed and ran towards Mishka. Mishka put Wendy out with a baseball bat. She took her baby to find Wendy had bit her. She saw her baby change but couldn’t bare killing her.
Instead she grabbed a bike from a neighbour’s house attached a side cart and put the undead baby in there. And took the baseball bat with her.
So far she’s been travelling around.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Mishka cursed under her breath she needed to keep moving.
Pain seared across her lower stomach the wound was healing but the constant moving around wasn’t helping it at all. She had to get to her bike. The double barrel shot gun she carried had ran dry three walkers ago with a small horde now chasing her wanting to consume her flesh she needed to move fast.
“move!” she hissed at herself “move!” she said cursing she spun throwing the empty shot gun towards them tripping one of the walkers up which hit another’s legs. Three of them tumbled slowing the ones behind them down.
She grinned but continued to run looking back her bike wasn’t that far ahead she had a side cart which was sealed up tight. She jumped on the bike and started up the engine She glanced at the walkers “come on!” she cursed as it cut out. as they neared about five feet from her, the bike revved into life she spent no time messing around and got the bike going she felt the fingers of the undead lightly brush against her skin.
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as the bike speed off.
That was way too close for comfort she didn’t want to do that again. She grunted in pain she took one hand off the bikes handles and held her stomach she glanced down seeing blood seeping. She cried softly through gritted teeth.
She needed help she glanced at the closed up side cart, she needed help not just for her. Her body shaking now from adrenaline she gripped the handles of the bike and focused on driving somewhere she hoped was more quiet. She needed to rest properly, this last month had been hell.
She paused after about ten minutes of driving realising she threw her gun “oh fuck you stupid bitch!” she cursed. The first ranged weapon she just managed to acquire and she had to use all the ammo. At the time it didn’t occur to her to keep it just in case of coming across more ammo, but then again if she hadn’t thrown it she would have become a banquet for the undead.
She kept going until she came across a small petrol station she pulled over and took a crowbar she had strapped to the back of the bike. ‘Kill or be killed’ she thought. She had to tell herself that every time she saw a walker, she knew they weren’t alive anymore she had seen people change before, but she still had to psyche herself up for the kill.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Caroline
Your Age: 21
Other character(s) at STL:
Character History-
When Mishka was a child she grew up with her father. Her mother died giving birth to her. Her father Taught her to hunt for food and how to skin the animals and use there fur. When he had enough money he took her to a Iron Maiden concert it was the best memory she had. He bought her a leather jacket for her to grow into, she was around 9 then, they had made the whole event a road trip, stopped off at cafes and had pancakes and maple syrup. Her father always drove a motorbike a Harley Davidson beautiful bike and the engine noise was lovely. On the way back they stopped off at a motel a gang of punk assed kids smashed up his bike when he approached them they took him down. Mishka ran out to help her father but got beaten up in the process. When she woke up she had a rattle snake on her stomach, no one had bothers coming out of the motel to help as the gang was notorious, when someone did come Mishka was close to death and just got to hospital in time. She was given all her father’s stuff from his body and chucked into foster care when they found out all her relatives where dead, and she just lived in the outback’s.
She got moved around different families going from bad to worse, eventually she ran off. But occasionally suffers with flash back with things that had happened. She lived on the streets and picked up a job doing deliveries and from there she joined the army, she had a chance to join a special ops team but because of an accident she had, she failed the medical, the headaches she kept getting as a result of the accident meant she had to leave the army. She got a small job at a diner, had a one night stand with a guy who kept coming there to see her. He left and never came back and she found out she was pregnant.
Shortly after the Diner closed and she lost her small apartment the stress made her collapse and she woke up in hospital.
She met a Midwife called Wendy, who took her in to help her. And in return Mishka helped her with some of the kids in the area, as there parents most of the time couldn’t afford the price of the medical bills.
Mishka learnt allot of stitching up wounds.
On the day she gave birth to her daughter the world went to hell. They couldn’t get to the hospital and it was to late to move Mishka. Wendy barricaded the house and gave her a belt to bite into. When there were difficulties they had to cut the baby from her. Wendy moved quickly to get the baby from her and stitch her up so she wouldn’t lose too much blood. She was bed ridden for a week.
When she was able to get up Wendy was out getting food. She came back with a nice bite mark. Mishka helped sow up the wound and got Wendy in bed. She had only been gone a little while to sort out some food and drink. When she herd her baby crying she rushed upstairs to find an undead Wendy holding her baby she dropped the baby on the bed and ran towards Mishka. Mishka put Wendy out with a baseball bat. She took her baby to find Wendy had bit her. She saw her baby change but couldn’t bare killing her.
Instead she grabbed a bike from a neighbour’s house attached a side cart and put the undead baby in there. And took the baseball bat with her.
So far she’s been travelling around.
Bad Horror Movies Are The WORST
Mishka cursed under her breath she needed to keep moving.
Pain seared across her lower stomach the wound was healing but the constant moving around wasn’t helping it at all. She had to get to her bike. The double barrel shot gun she carried had ran dry three walkers ago with a small horde now chasing her wanting to consume her flesh she needed to move fast.
“move!” she hissed at herself “move!” she said cursing she spun throwing the empty shot gun towards them tripping one of the walkers up which hit another’s legs. Three of them tumbled slowing the ones behind them down.
She grinned but continued to run looking back her bike wasn’t that far ahead she had a side cart which was sealed up tight. She jumped on the bike and started up the engine She glanced at the walkers “come on!” she cursed as it cut out. as they neared about five feet from her, the bike revved into life she spent no time messing around and got the bike going she felt the fingers of the undead lightly brush against her skin.
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as the bike speed off.
That was way too close for comfort she didn’t want to do that again. She grunted in pain she took one hand off the bikes handles and held her stomach she glanced down seeing blood seeping. She cried softly through gritted teeth.
She needed help she glanced at the closed up side cart, she needed help not just for her. Her body shaking now from adrenaline she gripped the handles of the bike and focused on driving somewhere she hoped was more quiet. She needed to rest properly, this last month had been hell.
She paused after about ten minutes of driving realising she threw her gun “oh fuck you stupid bitch!” she cursed. The first ranged weapon she just managed to acquire and she had to use all the ammo. At the time it didn’t occur to her to keep it just in case of coming across more ammo, but then again if she hadn’t thrown it she would have become a banquet for the undead.
She kept going until she came across a small petrol station she pulled over and took a crowbar she had strapped to the back of the bike. ‘Kill or be killed’ she thought. She had to tell herself that every time she saw a walker, she knew they weren’t alive anymore she had seen people change before, but she still had to psyche herself up for the kill.
Scribe Time
Name/Alias: Caroline
Your Age: 21
Other character(s) at STL:
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