Sort of sick, Sort of tired, Sort of inspired.

[Scuttle Buttin']

Because I feel like you may use her at some point:

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

Am I that predictable?

But yes, she's beautiful! And she has the cutest freckles. So pretty, I had to look her up.

sara von schrenk

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

Well look at you! I didn't even go that far with it.


But in answer to your question: Yes. Yes you are.


*snickers*

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

I'm just resourceful, it couldn't be helped.

Just like I looked up pictures of your Elder Paul guy. Super cutie.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

I'm just resourceful, it couldn't be helped.

Just like I looked up pictures of your Elder Paul guy. Super cutie.

There's more of him??

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

Seeds We've Sown.

people should not fear their government.
government should fear their people.​

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

Sin City.

FULL NAME: Angelina Carter.
NICKNAMES: Lina.
AGE: Twenty-one.
HAIR: Depends on the con. Blonde, naturally.
EYES: Blue.
HEIGHT: 5'9
BUILD: Slender, athletic.

MARITAL STATUS: Unattached.
OCCUPATION: Thief, con artist, spy.
HOMETOWN: New York City.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Las Vegas, Nevada.​

Lina is your modern-day Bonnie, without the Clyde. The past is just strictly that, the past. Lina does not like to talk about it, and you'll never hear her bring it up. Not like she has a whole lot of friends to open up to, anyway. Growing up, she lived in a rather hostile household. Her step-father's means of reasoning with her mom usually involved him raising his hand, and her mom...well, it was no secret to Lina what she did for 'business' whenever she brought random men into their home. Her mom always thought Lina would be oblivious to both of her parent's actions and way of life, but she wasn't stupid. At sixteen, Lina wanted out. She hated her step-father for the constant fear he put her and her mom in, and she lost all respect for her mother for putting up with it.

So, after school one day, Lina just never came home. She was too young to take care of herself, yes...but she was also too stubborn and had too much pride to go back home, or wait for someone to find her a foster home to stay in. And who really knew that whatever foster family she was given wouldn't be more dysfunctional than her own? She was convinced that she could make it on her own, without any help. But within the first year, Lina knew she wouldn't be able to make it for very long.

She was forced into crime, doing whatever she could to get by and survive. Naturally, theft became a quick and easy job for her. At first, it just started out with little things...food, clothes, etc. And over time, that changed to money, and whatever else she could find that she could sell. Over the years, she had begun to make a name for herself (or a reputation, rather) and yet still never managed to get caught. No one suspected what mischievous things a young blonde could do. But when she was twenty, her luck had run out.

Ready to give Las Vegas a try, Lina's first day in the city had certainly been one to remember. It was the day she was caught. Not by the police, but by the right-hand man of Vegas' most feared crime boss. He had found her trying to break into his car, and instead of turning her in or taking her life, he offered her a new one. Working for someone else isn't exactly something Lina had always dreamed of. The jobs she does for them, and the profits she makes...only a small portion of it goes to her. But still, it's better than struggling on her own, right? They saw potential in her, and her skills with theft and the basic con have improved greatly. And she's been working for them ever since.

But now, her life just isn't her own anymore. She's tired of owing people favors, paying off debts, and dealing with the consequences if the job doesn't get done. She's currently looking for a way out, but has been unsuccessful thus far. Vegas' crime boss not only has a lot of enemies, but allies as well. Some are on are police force, and Lina doesn't know who she can even trust anymore, if anyone. If they even so much as think she's looking to get out, she's in a world of trouble.

 

[Fish_Tales]

*nods approvingly*

A nice idea.

Very nice.

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

Don't make me trap you into that one too.

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

Lina's alternate identities.

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

The athlete.

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

Post Apoc.

shae gibson

Paranoid and compulsive, Shae can hardly be blamed for her behavior. Some people can adapt to not only losing ones they love, but watching them die in front of them, and even though it's almost been a year, she still is having a hard time adjusting to all of the violence that constantly surrounds her. Every day she opens her eyes, she wonders if it will be the day that she finds some peace. That maybe it was all just a bad dream. Instead, she wakes up not knowing where her next meal will come from or whether or not she'll even survive until nightfall.

Inside, Shae is a gentle soul, and she knows that people like her don't make it very far, not in this new world, at least. She is not so much of a leader, as she prefers someone else to take on that role. However, don't confuse that with the fact that she -will- stand up for herself and back out of following anyone if she feels that they are leading her on the wrong path. She has a heart of gold, and will take care of others and put up with more than she should just so she doesn't have to bare being alone.

Doomsday has already taken everyone that she loved from her, so while she tends to bond a little too closely to people, it is more because of the fact that she needs them. To survive. Her own heart is kept under lock and key because she knows it is her greatest weakness. Or maybe it's her greatest strength, after all.

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

The blonde wolf.

Rochelle "Roxy" Lockewood.

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

X-Men; Shadowcat.

background;

Katherine Anne "Kitty" Pryde was born in Deerfield, Illinois to Carmen and Theresa Pryde. She had a pretty, normal relationship with her parents.
Her mom, especially, who was aware of her powers, wanted her to be taken in somewhere where someone would help take care of her; not by getting rid of her powers, but by helping her to control them. At one point, Kitty had been so turned around and helpless, unable to turn the phasing off, that her parents eventually turned to the Professor for help.

After coming to Charles Xavier for help, her parent's trusted Charles' intentions and the whole cause with his school, and she enrolled into his school a little over four years ago now. With Charles' help, her instant bond with him helped her trust and open herself up to a different world that she'd been too scared to be a part of. Now, she's never felt more in-tune with her powers and the people around her.

abilities;

Shadowcat can phase through any material object, even living people. When she phases through an object with an electrical
system, the process disrupts the system's workings. She has trained herself to go automatically, by reflex, into a phasing
state at any indication of danger, such as a loud noise like a gunshot, in order to protect herself.

Using her phasing ability, Shadowcat can walk on air. In fact, she can use her ability to walk on the air from the ground
to the upper stories of a building as if she were climbing a staircase.

From the first use of her phasing power, Shadowcat has been able to phase her clothing along with herself.
Through practice she has learned to phase other objects along with herself without harm to them,
and can now phase a living person along with herself. She can also enable someone to "walk on air" along with her.
However, she must maintain physical contact with the person or object she phases along herself for the effect
to work with this other person or object.​

 

[SortOfBeautiful]

The Help.

The Help - inspired by Valentina & Remi.


"Valentina, honey, you put too much sugar in the tea, again. We'll have to dump the pitcher and make another; Mrs. Mandrake hates sugar, you know this."

Valentina de Madera sighed softly, her fingers busied by rolling appetizers on a tray, trying to make each roll look exactly the same. If one was too fat, or falling apart, her mother would make her do it again. It was hard, being a house maid. And her mother, quite frequently, loved to remind her that it was even harder finding a good, wealthy family in Beverly Hills that needed a maid.

Her mother, Zoila de Madera, had been working for the Mandrake's since Valentina was nine years old. Zoila had a close relationship with the wealthy couple, especially Mrs. Mandrake herself, and they respected her honesty, opinions, and tastes. Since her mother was a teenager, all she'd ever known was housekeeping. This was the 21st century, she didn't expect or want the same fate for her only daughter, Valentina, but while she was going to school it was a good job, and they sure as hell needed all the money they could get to pay for her classes.

"Valentina! Are you listening to me?" Her mother exclaimed, in Spanish.

"Yes, ma!" She replied in English, her accent not nearly as thick as her mother's. "She hates sugar, and yet she wants sweet tea. It makes no sense. Besides, you're so much better at making it. I never know how long to leave the pitcher outside in the sun."

"That's because you're impatient." Her mother pointed out.

Nope, just distracted, she replied, silently in her head. Ever since Remi Mandrake had returned home to his parent's estate, Val hadn't exactly been herself. The spoiled, wealthy, educated, only son to Richard and Elizabeth Mandrake, had returned home to Beverly Hills shortly after attending boarding school, and then Harvard. But Valentina could care less about his money, or his arrogance, or the fact that he often called on her during late hours of the night to get something for her.

Sometimes it was to clean up vomit from the girl he brought home. Or to pick him up, drunk, from a party since he was too drunk to drive and too spoiled to call a dirty cab. But then there were sometimes that he actually seemed sweet. Sometimes, he thanked her for doing something she worked hard on, when she didn't even think he noticed. And sometimes, she swore she caught him staring at her, when he thought she wasn't looking.

Remi Mandrake was absolutely beautiful in appearance, and some days Valentina didn't know whether to love him, or hate him. All it took was a charming smile from his wonderful lips, sometimes, for her to both love and hate him all at once. But he was, utterly and undeniably, a large distraction to the young twenty-one year old maid, who already had enough pressure from her mother to do her job.

What was it about him? She didn't know. He'd only returned home a few weeks ago, not nearly long enough for her to understand him while she was out of school for the summer and was kept busy enough with the housework she shared with her mother. All she knew was that work was much harder, and much more demanding since Remi was now living under the roof.

"Let me finish, you can carry the drinks out, yes?" It wasn't a question, but Val nodded her head at her mother anyway and stopped what she was doing. She knew she was working too slowly, and her mother, the perfectionist, just had to take over. Stepping out of the way, wearing a navy maid's uniform with white trim, her dark hair curled at the ends, Valentina de Madera carefully picked up the tray with four mimosas and carried it out of the kitchen. Thankfully, the swinging door proved to be helpful as her hips bumped the door open and she made her way to the back patio, where the guests were waiting. The Mandrake's, Elizabeth and Richard, their son Remi, and a neighbor whose name she hadn't been given yet.

"Finally," It was Remi who spoke, and Val's golden eyes of summer lifted in surprise to look back at him to determine if he was upset. "It's ninety degrees out here, and you take an hour to bring us drinks."

So, apparently he was in his cold mood today.

"It was fifteen, actually." She blurted, knowing right away that if her mother were there, she would have gasped in horror. How dare she talk back to her employer, right? But it was Remi who looked at her with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and she could swear that he was beginning to smile before his mouth was covered from the rim of his glass that he lifted to his lips. She shouldn't have said that, she knew it was stupid and immature. But he was making her do a lot of stupid things, lately.

Resisting the urge the roll her eyes, the help beamed a bright smile, finding it much easier to direct it towards Remi's mother.

"The rolls will be out in just a minute, she's just finishing up." She promised Mrs. Mandrake, who began to brag to the neighbor about how amazing the food would be, as if she were the one cooking it, and not Zoila. But Val learned early on that even while wealthy families that were hiring in the Hills were hard to come by, so was good Help. The Mandrake's had been lucky enough to have Zoila for the past twelve years, and she was sure they had no intention of letting her go.

"And I will be right back with some ice water to cool you down." She added, even if her tone was directed toward Remi, who needed the cool down for his attitude, not the California sun.

 

[BasicBlonde]

Vienna Porter.

“Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.”

Full Name Vienna Porter
Nicknames Vie, Blondie
Age Twenty-one
Sexuality Submissive romantic
Occupation Private Dancer @ Vincetti's Gentleman Club
Hair Blonde
Eyes Blue
Complexion Fair
Body Type Slender, athletic

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

I know you.

 

[BasicBlonde]

Stranger danger.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

It's more fun when there's some danger.

 

[BasicBlonde]

Then I'm pleased you haven't changed a bit.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

If I have, it's certainly not been in a wholesome direction.

 

[BasicBlonde]

PM me, and we'll catch up?

 

[BasicBlonde]

More Vienna.

​

 

[BasicBlonde]

Olivia.

Olivia Russo.

Newlywed.

World-shaker.

Trouble-maker.

H̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶e̶r̶.̶

 

[BasicBlonde]

The honeymoon.