Post by christinamoreau on Feb 20, 2013 10:36:41 GMT -5
[/li][li] Loyalty
About You;;
Name: Bernice
Age: 29
How long have you been RPing?: 2 years
Character Profile;;
Name: Christina Moreau
Nickname: Christie
Age: 19
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Love Interest: None
Gender: Female
Species: Vengeance demon
Hometown: South Jamaica, Queens, New York City
Occupation: Tattoo Artist
All About;;
Family:
Grand Parents: Betty Moreau [grandmother] Billy Moreau [grandmother]
Parents: Shanice Moreau [mother] Curtis Moreau [father]
Kids: Oscar Moreau [1] Neveah Moreau [1]
Grandkids: None
Likes/Dislikes: Please provide a list of likes and dislikes, two to three of each please.
Likes: Dislikes:
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[/li][li] Dishonesty
[/li][li] Discrimination
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History/Bio:
Christina Moreau was born on Thursday the third of March 1994 in South Jamaica, Queens, New York to Shanice and Curtis Moreau, her birth was seen as a miracle to both her mother and father, who after the birth of her older brother Robert had been told that due to his complicated birth that Shanice was infertile. She was treated as a treasure and the new hope, she was not left wanting for anything and when she decided to try and help her mother and father out of poverty at the age of sixteen her parents did not hold her back from getting her first job as an escort. She soon fell in with the wrong crowd and made a bad drug deal that badly misfired, her dealer decided to collect her debt and her parents were caught in the crossfire.
All alone with her big brother, who was diagnosed with severe brain damage as a baby and as such was a drooling vegetable most of the time, to take care of that experience scared her off drugs and she never went for an easy score ever again, or a score period, she had truly learned her lesson, that same year her grandparents died of complications of old age, this was not a good year for Christina, however she could not afford to allow grief to overcome her and she went to college to study for a new job when she could manage to get a carer for her brother.
While at college she made friends with a girl the same age as her, who had revealed that she had given birth to twins and that she could no longer cope since her fiance had walked out on her and her children for another woman, Christina thought nothing of it and found herself a part time job as a tattoo artist.
On her way home from work one night she heard a terrible wailing from a recycling bin outside her ground floor apartment, she cautiously approached the bin drawing her pistol to find the twins had been left in her recycling bin, discarded with the trash, this was the shock Christina needed to allow her grief over the loss of her parents to come out, she took the children to the emergency ward of the nearest hospital and declared them as her own and that the neglect had been down to her poor choice in partner ignoring their needs while she was out working and providing and that she was willing to take parenting classes, she even provided the social services with a name, the name of her former dealer.
A year later and the children are treated with the care and tenderness that Christina can afford them, also Robert found his Independence under the watchful eye of care co-coordinators in his own home. However due to the darkness of her shattered past when a demon approached her and offered her never ending wealth in exchange for helping karma with the act of vengeance upon the scorned, she thought of the bad deal she had made in the past and initially declined until one fateful night when she witnessed a teenage girl walking down the wrong alley at the wrong time get caught in the cross fire of another gang war, holding her hand was a young child and as the gang fled the young child's tears induced her wrath again. It was heard on the news those involved in the shoot out spontaneously combusted and died an agonizing death by being burnt alive, there was a child found on the scene who however traumatized was safe and well.
Personality: Caring, loyal, sweet, humorous and giving, that is until she witnesses an act of injustice or is doing Karma's duty, then she can become the nastiest and meanest momma ever witnessed.
Skills:
Wish granting: Christina can grant a wish of the scorned as long as they state their wish in Christina's presence Christina can make whatever they wished had happened happen.
Empathy:
Christina can read the emotions of others being hers was awoken by the death of her parents and the finding of the twins.
Equipment:
Baby Eagle 9915R The MRI Baby Desert Eagle is all steel with a 4.52" barrel. Handles just like the CZ 75, but more solid. Very good shooter with a strong heavy feel to it. About 500 rounds for break-in. I love shooting this baby. The good trigger and solid feel makes this the ultimate double-tap pistol. It is as close to the perfect shooter as you can get. The MRI Baby Eagle is a good choice for combat competition. I would have ranked it above the CZ if the exterior finish was better. Overall quality is great. The Baby Eagle is built to last a lifetime. The Israelis sure know how to make fine firearms. Also known as the IWI Jericho 941.
Appearance;;
Her mocha skin her dark black/blue spiral curls flow down to the base of her back, her hazel eyes framed by long thick black lashes are usually hidden behind a pair of designer sunglasses to hide the vulnerability in them, her full and lush lips are usually glossed in a natural shade, she had a small frame, she has a bullet wound scar on her right shoulder blade which she received protecting Robert from a mugger.
Clothing: baggy ripped jeans and tees, large hoop earrings made of cheap gold, baseball cap for the New York Mets, hoodies, sweats, strappy vests, cargo pants, Steel toe capped boots, strappy heels, glamorous dresses [usually halter neck knee length and citrus shades] depends on the occasion.
Heritage: Houston, Texas
Skin Tone: Mocha in human form or alabaster in demoness form
Height: 5 feet 2 and a half inches
Weight: 110 lbs
Body Build: small and petite
Hair Color: black/blue
Eye Color: Hazel human or scarlet demoness form
Markings or Birthmarks: scar bullet wound right shoulder blade
Looks: Her mocha skin her dark black/blue spiral curls flow down to the base of her back, her hazel eyes framed by long thick black lashes are usually hidden behind a pair of designer sunglasses to hide the vulnerability in them, her full and lush lips are usually glossed in a natural shade, she had a small frame, she has a bullet wound scar on her right shoulder blade which she received protecting Robert from a mugger. She tries to hide her petite figure under layers of clothing so nobody is malicious about her lack of weight, she is very conscious of this and her scar so that is always hidden by concealer or clothes. When she closes her eyes her skin pigmentation alters as does the pigmentation of her eyes, her lips become an inky color, her teeth become jagged and razor sharp and her nails extend to almost the same size and dimensions of cat claws, her form looses all substance, she appears to be there but as nothing more than a mirage, this can be brief if she is granting a wish, however if she has a throbbing nerve in her clenched jaw that is a sign of her pure wrath.
Picture:
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RP Sample:
Christina had been stalking her victim for almost six blocks upstate now, he was all her scarlet and penetrating glare could see, not the standstill her fearsome yet almost smokey appearance was calling, yes, he was going exactly where she wanted him, soon enough he would be at the dead end behind the butchers and he would have nowhere left to run. Toby? Jacob? She couldn't remember his name, some pasty faced gangsta wannabe who gambled away his exes child support allowance and got his ex so depressed she confessed to Christie while Christie was working on her tattoo, a freebie from Christie to get this woman to confide in her, that she was suicidal and on the verge of jumping to end it all, she sealed the gangstas fate when she uttered her wish that he would have his heart ripped out just like he had torn hers still beating from her chest and with that said Christie had only one word left to utter.... Granted. Now here they were with the male trying desperately to pass through the chain link fence it seemed, anything to escape his fate. Christie was upon the male in a blink of an eye and she caressed his cheek in a mocking maternal fashion soothing him as if he were a baby with the words........ Hush now don't eat your heart out over it, that's my job, her voice seemed to resonate from each and every corner of that alley..... Then all that was heard was a piecing scream.......... The male was slumped over Christie, whom for all intents and purposes looked like any normal young girl, her blackish blue spiral curls tied into a tight bun, her baggy white tee was stained with his blood and her ripped skintight light denim jeans had a broken zipper...... To any outsider it could have been self defense, only Christie herself knew the truth.
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