Post by Penngate on Oct 7, 2011 22:09:29 GMT -5
Presenting [Penngate]
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Penngate
Date of Birth / Age: 29-years-old; October 2nd
Nicknames: (if any) Penn; she doesn’t pass along her real name to others.
Position: She‘s a particularly lazy half-breed of a demon.
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION
Appearance:
Penngate, despite being almost thirty, could probably pass for someone just coming into her early twenties; she’s scrawny, gawky and lacks any and all possible grace. Standing at five-foot-eight and weighing around 143lbs, she makes no particular effort to remain in shape, given the fact that she would much rather spend the majority of her time curled up sleeping, working at a flower shop (a perfect ruse, she thinks, to cover up the identity she’s quite ashamed of), or fawning over the latest films. Her natural white-blonde hair is usually kept between shoulder-length and a boyish, cropped style, depending on how fast it grows and how she’s feeling about it, and it usually changes colours every few weeks (pink is her favourite and most frequent choice, next to an interesting shade of lime green); her facial features aren‘t nothing that stand out, and she‘s quite skilled at blending in with the crowd, but her skin is very fair, her eyes are a pale shade of brown and she has a Monroe piercing that she quite adores.
She’s not much of a stylish individual, either, favouring jeans and sweaters, floral-patterned slip dressed (she’s sort of smug about being able to pull this off, given the fact that her mother was a short, stout little woman. It was from her father that she inherited her lean, wiry frame), and anything that’s warm and cozy - she’s very ‘passive’, preferring that word over ‘lazy’. Sleeping, next to cooking, is probably one of her favourite hobbies. In terms of footwear, she likes her heels. And she likes them tall, skinny and potentially deadly.
Face Claim: Happened to have some images saved on my laptop from a while back, so I figured I might as well put them to use. I have no idea who it is though.
CHARACTER PERSONALITY
Strengths Floral arrangements, pointing out people’s flaws and nitpicking until they threaten to punch her in the face. She’s also quite apt when it comes to throwing things, whether these things have sharp edges or not tends to depend on what’s in reach. She also knows how to hold a gun, which is better than nothing.
Weaknesses Hand-to-hand combat, swordsmanship, using the guns if she happens to be holding them. She’s also a dirty chain-smoker, would make a sailor blush for the words she can spout when a little too angered. Her temper can be quite vicious. She also has a veritable weakness for watermelon candies, baby bearded dragons and lime margaritas.
Personality : Penngate’s personality is a little all over the place at times; she can be quite the easily excited individual, depending on the situation, but can be quite the apathetic bitch at times, too - which is what she is more often than not. Her outlook on life, both past, present and future, is very bleak; very bitter - and for no apparent reason; she‘s just as grumpy as all sin. She has minimal interest in other individuals unless she knows there’s something that they’re in possession of that she can directly benefit from. Her morals are questionable, given her love of engaging in drink, the occasional bit of gambling, and a few other none-too lady-like vices that earn her a few extra dollars on the side. But, for the most part, she is a pretty decent individual, and is easy to get along with. She just has a few trust issues - just like most everyone else - which is one of the reasons why she doesn’t share her name with others and goes by the alias of ‘Penngate’. To her, passing along her name would be giving someone that much more power and control over her - something that does not sit well with her.
OVERALL BACKGROUND
Father: Half-demon; Pavel Calloway
Mother: Half-demon; Jalissa de Anda
Siblings: None.
Overall History: Born in Fortuna, and to parents who were both half-demons, Penngate spent the majority of her childhood living in the city. She attended school there, lived in one of the quieter districts a few miles away from the coast. Her father, Pavel, was a banker and her mother a teacher - given their existence of being half-demons, the two kept everything quiet, not even bothering to tell their daughter exactly what it was she was until she turned thirteen. They assumed that she would understand a lot better than; would understand where some of the more interesting of her abilities stemmed from.
Not quite; she called her parents batshit (her and her ballsy, rude little thirteen-year-old self that clearly got a smack up the side of the head for sassing back her mother, the one who more or less ‘broke the news’ to her) and decided to carry on with talking to one of her school friends about the boy she happened to be interested in at the time.
It wasn‘t until she turned seventeen and her parents approached her about it again, this time a little less docile about the subject; they chose to tell her the whole, gory story of what it meant to be a half-demon, the potential dangers it entailed - ‘hunters,’ her father had told her grimly, ‘won‘t hesitate to put a bullet through your head when they realize just what it is you are, whether you‘re half or full or whatever’ - and all the other good things that came with the life she had thought to be, up until that point, a fairly charmed one. This time she chose to believe them, and realized that, well, if anyone found out - especially given the fact that she lived in Fortuna, of all places - she was royally screwed, as was the rest of her family.
Changing her name, or at least dropping her name given at birth, when she turned eighteen, she left Fortuna and headed for the mainland, choosing instead to hole up in the first city she came across. The money she had at the time wouldn’t permit her to travel much further. She landed a few part time jobs, lived out of a motel room for the first few months and then, finally, managed to get enough money stowed away to purchase a small, one-room apartment, where she still lives. And, of course, she remained sweetly oblivious - even up until now - of the extent of the prowess of the demon and devil hunters residing in this particular city. Brilliant.
Role-Play Sample
Roses, dahlias, and hydrangeas. All in the same arrangement. Penngate could have grabbed the woman who had ordered the arrangement by the throat and shaken her the way a terrier would a rat. What kind of idiot asked for those three types of flowers, together? A low growl of frustration left the back of her throat as she tried to find ways that the flowers would look suitable together. No, no, no, and no. None of these flowers were meant to be together.
Impatiently, she started to tap her foot on the floor as her frustration was beginning to mount. The sound of her shoe’s toe slapping the linoleum flooring made a sharp sound in the otherwise empty shop (a good thing, because according to the handful of coworkers she had, she turned into a nasty little harpy when vexed, right down to the smouldering red eyes and everything). At least this way, with a vacant shop, she could bitch and fume and smoulder all she wanted to. And she could curse all she wanted to, too, which was another little blessing in disguise.
Stuffing a hydrangea into the crystal vase with an unnecessary viciousness, Penngate fluffed up the flowers, studied them and then fought back the urge to dump them back onto the counter, pitch the vase across the shop and storm out and back to her one-room apartment on the other side of town. As therapeutic as this reaction might have been, she did none of this.
Instead, Penngate shut her eyes and exhaled heavily through her nose, clutching at the edge of the counter. Her manicured nails dug into the marble countertop and the next thing she knew, there was a crunching sound coming from the counter and a chunk of marble fell and hit the floor, shattering. The sound caused her to jump nearly a foot in the air because the rock hitting the floor rang out like a gunshot through the silent shop.
“Oh, well. D-Damn.”
Penngate bit her lip and shuffled back, looking about her like a child that was properly ashamed; this was the fifth counter she had broken this month. They were all expensive ones, too, and her boss had said, ‘One more counter, and it’s coming out of your pay cheque. And that’s final.’
This could be bad.
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