12-20-2017, 06:05 PM
(12-20-2017, 05:50 AM)SHEPHERD link Wrote:[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify;"]Sure, Salem! That'd work for me! How should we kick off their thread?uh
Aa ty for making it, Pyre!!
[spoiler=tags // THE WORDS SHE KNOWS, THE TUNE SHE HUMS]NAME & NICKNAMES: Shepherd | Answers to only this. First name not revealed.
AGE, PLACE & DATE OF BIRTH: 19 Years Old, born 10/05 in San Francisco, CA
PRONOUNS: Cisgender Female, She/Her
CURRENT RANK & MEMBERSHIP: Newbie of Flintlock Lodge
 PREVIOUS RANKS & MEMBERSHIPS: N/A
SEXUALITY & RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Bisexual; Single.
 PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: No serious past relationships.
BEST FRIENDS & CLOSE FRIENDS: N/A so far.
APPEARANCE: Standing at about 5’7, Shepherd possesses a body of lean muscle and soft curves. She’s feminine in her features, with sharp cheekbones, a narrow face, soft jawline with a small pointed nose and gentle chin. Shepherd has long, wavy light brown hair that she often pulls up in a pony tail, cut in long layers that frame her face. Her complexion is warm, and sprinkled with freckles that match her dark eyes. Shepherd is a look of pure warmth, and she displays that same warmth in her personality, whether it be with kindness, fierceness, or whatever it may be.
EQUIPMENT: Shepherd only carries with her a pistol and a hand knife. She doesn’t run into much trouble, nor does she care much for bearing many weapons, but she excels in combat and aim.
PERSONALITY: She’s an existence of pure chaos. Coming from a rough childhood and being taken advantage of her whole life, the blackout struck her as sort of a freeing experience, despite how morbid it may sound. It was her chance to escape at the age of only thirteen from her overbearing adoptive family and finally allow herself the independence she so fiercely exhibited all throughout her life. Struggling in the past from suicidal thoughts, reappearing bouts of anxiety, trust issues and more, she never truly lived her life to the fullest and yearned deeply to be on her own- after all, it was what she knew best when growing up, but was taken from her rather suddenly. She was much like a domesticated wild animal who only wanted to return to the wild.
When the blackout struck, she packed her things and left home as quickly as she could, knowing it would be easier on her ma anyways. out of selfishness and pure impulsivity, she went out on her own finally. She survived well on her own and thrived by herself, disliking anything that limited her own free will. She grew as a person, but she also shrank in some ways.
She’s an American girl with lean muscle and slight but soft curves, with long tussles of light brunette hair and dark eyes, freckles splattered across her like constellations. She’s passionate and feels in extremes, and her personality is made up of all differing versions of herself messily mixed together in a hypocritical fashion. She’s got a sharp tongue and an unforgiving glare, an impressive ability to manipulate and lie, and a fierceness as sharp as her hand knife. But she’s also soft, vulnerable and sensitive, emotional and forgiving and maternal in her nature. She’s someone who’s still discovering herself and isn’t quite sure what or who she wants to be.
She’s got a lot of trust issues and dislikes being touched, especially by males due to past experiences in her life and traumas she’s not yet gotten past nor ever fully will. She loves to create. She’s often seen with a novel in hand, earbuds in her ears, or a paintbrush in hand. She’s a slow reader who stumbles over her words but savors a good story. She paints messily and in harsh strokes, but the end result it often beautiful and oddly soft and blurred, much like herself. Her music taste is hilariously wide and her dances to them are amusing and clumsy, but she knows this and her laughter drowns out her insecurity. She’s indecisive but opinionated, impulsive but hesitant, bold but shy. She makes no sense, but when you’re in her presence, somehow she seems to make sense perfectly.
She’s got a love for kitkats and strawberries and the color dark red. She loves sleeping until noon but yearns to be a morning person and watch the sun rise. She claims to be a night owl but will be drooling on your shoulder by midnight. She’s extremely loyal and extremely stubborn and wonders which one will get her killed first. She’s agnostic but prays to a god she doesn’t quite believe in at night. She is a survivor, a creator, a lover, a destroyer, a liar, a friend, a rival, all at once.
HISTORY: [i]Key points
- Biological mother died when she was 5, and father out of the picture
- Lived with her step father for some time, who abused her
- Put into foster care
- Here, she acted as the sole caregiver of the many children she was surrounded be, at every home she went to
- Adopted by a single mother
- Shown little affection but much guidance
- Left home at 13, when the blackout hit[/spoiler]
i have no ideas
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AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT
I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS
