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TomatoAmante
-Finland-
"I always get these little chills whenever taunting death."
Name: Tino Vainamoinen
Alias: Valkoinen Kuolema (White Death)
Region: Ormen Korte
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Weapon of choice: Sako TRG-22/42 sniper rifle. Don't touch it, just don't.
Method of killing: A hidden crack, the top of a building, a bullet through the skull, through the heart. What more is there to it? He doesn't have much pure physical strength, so he tries to not get into close-quarter combat. He often doesn't think about the fact that he's killing people. If he did, he'd probably be insane by now. He tries to not get his morals involved.
Other jobs: He owns a pet store. It's fun!
Background: He sort of followed the 'family business'. His family's always been involved in the..blacker side of society. They ended up quite rich, and own a large estate in the Finnish country. When Tino was born, well he was taught to follow the business from a young age, taught how to handle and shoot a gun as soon as possible. Around the age of 15, he decided that he really didn't want to do this, and so he left and moved to a different country. But word of his family and his name was always in the darkness, so he kept getting asked to do jobs and the such, and finally agreed to it, going back into the business for the next year or so, when he got a job to kill a certain 'mafia' boss. He didn't realize just how complicated this job would be, and after gathering the information he needed and even attempting to do it, he was caught nearly several times, and he eventually had to give up. After that, the whole mafia business intrigued him, and he drifted towards the business, deciding to check out the one of the very man that he had attempted to kill. And soon enough, he had joined Ormen Korte.
Nature of your job: Tino does the killing, simply put. He enjoys working at night, since it's easier to get around and do his work, but he's able to work most times that he needs to, since he owns his own store his hours are as flexible as can be, he runs it by himself.
Personality: He's sweet and innocent to the eye, a cute charmful smile on his face, laughing and instantly likeable, pulling a bright and cheerful mood into whatever room he's in. He's actually pretty quiet most of the time, but turns extremely talkative whenever Berwald comes into the room. His moods can change quickly and without any warning, except for occasionally a subtle sideways tilt to his head, before his bright eyes harden into cold, uncaring holes and he's a sadistic bastard, loving the pain that he can inflict on others, and goading people out into the open and to try and challenge him. He can stand up to a lot, but there's times when he just gets angry and snaps, and the only one who can calm him down is Berwald, and occasionally Matthias or Lukas.
Sometimes he does what he's told to do without any questions at all, not even bothering to figure out why he was supposed to do it, but other times it appears he does have a moral bone in his body, because he would frown and ask why he was going to have to kill the person, and would refuse if the reason wasn't rational enough to him.
Appearance: His face is framed by a short mess of blonde hair, violet eyes always alight with happiness.
Relationships:
Berwald-He always seems just a bit brighter and happier when this silent Swede is around, becoming more talkative and bubbly, happy as can be.
Likes:
-Cute animals
-Cute little children
-Sweets
-Being around people
Dislikes:
-Failing.
-Seeing children or animals hurt.
-Being alone
Hobbies:
-Shooting things.
-Playing with his dog Hamatamango
Quirks/Pet Peeves:
-He hates it when people underestimate him, and think that he can't do something because of his small stature
-He has a major sweet tooth, he's always eating sweets.
-Italy Romano-
"You have three seconds. Amuse me."
Name: Lovino Vargas
Alias: The Phantom Master
Region: Varangians. The Boss.
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Weapon of choice:A throwing knife, or a simple pistol. He's not one for showy methods.
Method of killing:He doesn't really kill people, he tells people to go kill. But when he has to, he doesn't do anything special, he just puts a bullet through their head.
Other jobs: He runs a large farming buisness, with their main export being tomatoes, out of Spain and Italy, with global operations.
Background:He grew up in Italy with his younger brother, grandfather, and two parents. When he was 3 or 4, his parents were killed, his grandfather never told him why, but by now he suspects it was dark intentions. After a few years, when Lovino turned about 9, his nonno moved him and his brother to a new house in America, since his 'business' was going sourly, and he opened up a new location for his cover job, and re-established the might of his mafia, because Romulous really did have a mafia going on. From a young age, Lovino was stealing and pilfering from people, growing up to be actually recognized by his grandfather, so when he turned 15 he said that when he died the business would fall to him, all of the buisness, that is. For the next few years after that he worked, learning the trades of the underground world from one of the best. But when Lovino hit 20, his grandfather croaked. Well, someone killed him, but it was never figured out who, and Lovino took command of the operations.
Nature of your job: He's the boss. He doesn't do anything besides order others to do grunt work.
Personality:Lovino isn't the nicest guy around. It's almost impossible to tell what he's really thinking, his eyes always having a slightly narrowed feel to them, a scowl decorating his face. Whether he's happy or mad, he'll have nearly the same expression.
Suprisingly enough, despite how comical or stupid he acts sometimes, Lovino's a slippery little devil. His group has strict, small interactions with other groups, prefering to be on his own and do his own work. and even when he does have meetings, he himself isn't there most of the times, remaining in the shadows so he can go out and about when he needs to, people not knowing who he is.
Appearance: His olive-green hazel brown eyes have a hardened, experienced look in them, despite his shorter stature he always seems to be looking down on you, with the way his eyes gauge you. His hair is usually in a wild state, a single wild curl a signature of his and his brother's.
Relationships:
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo:
He loathes the man, but at the same times knows he can trust him, and keeps him by his side at all times. Truthfully, the other makes him feel safe when he's around.
Likes:
-Tomatoes
-Italian food
-Cats
Dislikes:
-People who overlook him.
-When people interrupt him
-People who don't get straight to the point
-Potatoes
Hobbies:
-Taking care of the tomato fields to get rid of stress.
Quirks/Pet Peeves:
-He always seems to have a tomato in his left hand, eating it, or if he gets pissed, throwing it.
-He's always cursing, no whether he's happy or not.
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Name: Matthew Williams
Alias: Ghost
Region: Toxicos Ordnance
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Position in gang: Spy
Nature of your job: He slinks around and gathers up information, watches people from behind, etc
Weapon of choice: Oh dear, killing. Does he really have to? Well, if he ever really needs to, he'd use a gun, real quick and easy
Method of killing: He'd just shoot them, if he ever had to.
Other jobs:
Background:
Personality:
Appearance:
Relationships:
Likes:
Dislikes::
Hobbies:
Quirks/Pet Peeves:
-Lithuania-
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"My hands are stained with the invisible blood of countless souls. My family? They abandoned me long ago."
Name: Toris Laurinaitis
Alias: Sunflower
Region: Krasnaya Bratva
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Weapon of choice:He never, ever wants to have to kill someone, but he carries around a pistol, just in case.
Method of killing: A simple bullet through the head, or the heart. He's not one for blood.
Other jobs: He works at Ivan's flower shop with him.
Background:
Nature of your job: He's Ivan's right-hand man. He gives advice and suggestions on what to do, and helps to make sure everything runs smoothly.
Personality:
Appearance: Toris has a very meek and timid apperance, never one to really stand out. But he doesn't usually wear tanktops or shortsleeved shirts, always some sort of jacket on, due to the fact that he doesn't want anyone to see the scars and faint bruises that mar his body constantly.
Relationships:
Ivan Braginski- Toris has a confusing relationship with his boss. He's terrified of him, following every order exactly so that no punishment is sent after him. But, for some strange reason, he's...he loves Ivan. He doesn't know why, he has brusises and scars covering him, ones that the other has inflicted apon him, but he can never find it apon himself to hate, or even dislike, the Russian. He's captivated by him, and so he'll never leave his side.
Likes:
-Making Mr. Ivan happy
-Cooking
-Natalya
Dislikes:
-Pissing off Mr.Ivan
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Hobbies:
-Taking care of injured animals he finds.
-Working with flowers
Quirks/Pet Peeves:
-He has a stuttering problem.
-His smile never seems to reach his eyes.
-He constantly wrings his hands together.
Roleplayer: QueenofThorns
.france.
[I'll draw Pearland at some point :3]
["Oh dear... Please just run away or something so I don't have to kill you..."]
Name: Jadenne Arfinki
Alias: Pearland
Region: Ormen Korte
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Position in gang: Messenger
Nature of your job: Pearland views her job as more of a saving grace, since she can have a chance to warn others. She finds it fairly enjoyable though, and tries to hide what she really does on the job.
Weapon of choice: While Pearland does prefer a spear, she only uses it when at home or in the mansion. When she goes out, she carries a small six-shot pistol for her defense.
Method of killing: Pearland prefers a quick, clean kill, not really being much for killing in general. She is relatively queasy when it comes to blood.
Other jobs: Pearland also works as a part-time postworker and volunteers at the DMV on weekends. She uses this as a ruse to not be caught working in the mafia.
Background: Pearland used to be fairly strong. She had a home and had a girlfriend, along with a nice paying job. It was when her girlfriend left her that she fell into a depression and had slowed down in her job enough to be fired. She had lived on unemployment for two Years, before she had found herself on the streets, homeless since she had lost her home and running errands for total strangers. Recently, she has joined the Ormen Korte in hopes that she can hopefully get enough money to save herself, then flee the gang. She has no real wishes to be in it, and is merely doing it so she can preserve herself.
Personality: Pearland is a major perfectionist. She usually spends her time organizing and cleaning, and is also a germophobe. She is very meticulous about rules and order, and is usually quite worrisome and defensive over those she sees as smaller. She is also a pyromaniac to an extent, and usually goes a little crazy if left around a lighter or a match of sorts. Pearland is very punctual, and hates being late for even the smallest of things. She is very respectful, and is known for leaving random gift baskets at others doorsteps as a thank you for even noticing her. When on the job, she is still very fragile and queasy. She is hardly a fighter, which is why she is better suited as a messenger.
Appearance: Pearland has smooth, white skin and blue eyes. Her hair is blonde and usually slicked back into a short ponytail. She has a thin, fragile build but she is very fast because of it. Her legs and arms are long, and she is usually wearing either her postwoman outfit or her mafia-given outfit of a black pantsuit.
Relationships: At the moment, Pearland is fairly reserved and has no relationships.
Likes:- Cleaning
- Cooking
- Fires and matches
- Running errands
- Shopping
- Ballet
Dislikes::- Dirty things
- Letting things out of her sight
- Being late
- Not completing an errand on time.
- Animals in general (exception is poodles)
Hobbies:- Cleaning
- Sewing/other handicrafts
- Making baskets
- Babysitting
- Fishing for pearl oysters (she gets her name from the pearls she collects)
Quirks/Pet Peeves: - When people use different spelling than her
- Print handwriting
- Disobedience
- Pearland has a habit of overreacting to various things, including other gangs.
- Pearland is highly compassionate, and even helps other gangs often.
Roleplay sample:PearlandClick, click, click. Gentle footsteps were heard in the moonlight. The air was crisp as the moon rose into the sky and a delicate, bird-like figure darted through the streets. The figure was thin and wispy, almost too fragile to be in any sort of disturbance. She wore a black tailcoat and dress pants, and her bleu eyes glinted as the light reflected from them. This was Pearland, a known professional when it came to pearls and the messenger for the notorious gang in the area. She wore a nice pearl necklace, and a pearl coloured sash. This was normally where she stashed her spear, but sadly she had left it at the mansion. It was only used for defense there.
Another figure, unknown to her, followed the lady through the shadows.
Pearland swiftly notices said figure, and turns, seeing a burl man aiming to rob the young woman of her suitcase, which had some thousands in currency stashed inside. She whips out her little sx-shot pistol, firing two of the shots directly towards the man, aiming at his neck and skimming the sides, then fleeing the scene out of fear and disgust. She was very uneasy around blood.
Roleplayer: .france.
Skyler227
Removed
"Love hurts, but soon you'll feel nothing."
Name: Francis Bonnefoy
Alias: Kiss of Death
Region: Toxicos Ordnance
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Position in gang: Right Hand Man(?)
Nature of your job: Francis likes to take out the opponent, be it bloody or clean, that does not matter to him as long as the job gets done. The man is willing to take orders and follow them out, but he certainly won't stand for being anyone's servant.
Weapon of choice: Not knowing much about machinery, I'll just go with an average handgun.
Method of killing: A bullet to the heart is his method of choice, Francis doesn't mind tracking his opponents, but he often prefers luring them out of their safe zone. He's not really one to be trusted and will often try and gain the 'friendship' of others in order to lead them to their demise.
Other jobs: He owns a small flower shop in which he mainly grows roses, as they happen to be his preferred flower.
Background:
In the beginning he wasn't exactly the richest, he was a poor orphan living in the slums of France. Francis would commit petty thievery in order to make enough just to eat. Other times he would merely convince the passersby of his poverty. Eventually he found that he was a bit more skilled with words and acting and was able to get the attention of one of the nearby criminals. Whether for better or for worse, Francis was taken under their wing and was taught the art of cons and and of murder. Eventually Bonnefoy had to leave the streets he'd grown up on and find a place that didn't know his face as well. He, along with Pierre, his feathered companion, made it to the Toxicos Ordnance and started at the bottom, but after years of work trying to prove himself through trickery and death, he eventually made it to the rank he is at today.
Personality:
Francis is full of deceit. He is a liar and a conman, but he does what it takes to get what he wants. Bonnefoy can be rather charming, but it's often just to lower one's guard. At times the man can be quite wicked and selfish, but as long as he obtains what he desires, everyone else can wait a while. He can be a bit arrogant at times, and sometimes judges his skills higher than they truly are which can occasionally lead to trouble. He likes doing jobs for the group, even if they aren't the most glamorous of clean, as long as he feels he is helping their growth, it's all worth the trouble. He usually manages to pull off his schemes though, and if his words fail, he isn't afraid to let his gun do all the talking for him.
Appearance:
Francis Bonnefoy has somewhat chin length blonde hair which falls around his face a bit, he normally wears it down but can be seen with it up in a ponytail with a few loose strands at the sides. He has dazzling blue eyes and a charming face with a little bit of a beard growing. He likes to wear a black suit and has a holder on his belt for his gun, which he can easily tuck under his jacket if need be. He may often be seen carrying a rose, though it's color varies merely depending on what he decided fitted the day best.
Relationships:
None yet
Likes:
Francis enjoys flowers and nature, even if it may seem quite feminine for a man of his status. He also quite likes birds, especially his small white one named Pierre. Bonnefoy likes cats as well, even though they are quite the opposite from his feathered pets. They just sort of remind him of his past, a loner on the streets for a while, having to 'hunt' for his survival while somewhat lacking any sort of conscience.
Dislikes::
Francis could care less for dogs, it's not like he hates them, it's mainly the fact that they'll blindly follow their master, even if they're led to their death. He doesn't being crowded very much, it tends to throw him out of balance, especially since it's much harder to pull off a killing when there's a handful of witnesses to watch him lure his prey away, making things far to risky. Though Bonnefoy hates traitors, when he's the only target, that's one thing, but if his entire group is the victim, that's a completely different story. He sees no problem with betraying one, but even if he'd never admit it, he thinks of the group as the second closest thing he's had to a family and if someone were to harm them, he wouldn't stand for it. He also does not take rejection very well and it can cause his mood to swing downward quite heavily at times.
Hobbies:
Francis enjoys gardening and has quite the green thumb, he doesn't like to tell people about this though because it isn't particularly manly. He likes to spend time in nature whenever it's possible, but doesn't often get the chance with all the work he has to do. Francis doesn't mind spending time training Pierre either, though the small bird isn't very useful for his work, Bonnefoy enjoys his company and the bit of fun that comes with teaching him little tricks. Francis really doesn't care to discuss his hobbies to anyone though, feeling they could be used against him as they are quite pathetic.
Quirks/Pet Peeves:
Francis tends to speak a bit of French occasionally out of habit, however, he tends not to notice when he does so.
Roleplay sample:
Francis was prowling the dimly lit street, a slight sway in the way he walked, eyes fixed on the path ahead of him. There was no one from his group around, at least none that he knew about, and he was very careful to make sure it stayed like that. Rounding the corner he spotted a woman, she was small in figure and wasn't exactly the prettiest thing he'd seen before, but he recognized her face from the description he'd been given. Bonnefoy put on a warmer face and grinned charmingly, walking over to the lass.
"Salut beauté, what might one such as you be out so late?" He asked gently, lightly taking her hand and kissing it softly as he looked down into her eyes.
"Ah, I was just out for a stroll..." She answered quietly before smiling lightly at him. Francis was unable to pick up if she had an accent or not, but she was a close enough fit to the job he'd been given that he'd be quite surprised if she wasn't the right target.
"I hope you don't mind if I join you then." Bonnefoy said and began to lead her, taking to a quiet place a bit into an alleyway. He then stopped and turned to face her again, his eyes looking a bit more mischievous as they looked into the startled ones she wore. "I hope you don't mind, but I'll be taking your life now darling." He said, a sort of purr seeping from his throat as the hand that had been holding hers quickly switched to position over her mouth to keep her from screaming. The lady pathetically fought at him but he pulled the gun from his belt in a single motion. In one swift movement Bonnefoy removed his hand from over her lips, pushed her in front of him a little, and shot her strait through the heart. A scream had barely the time to escape as the life drained from her body.
Francis sighed and put his weapon away once more, "Another job, dead as she." He said quietly to himself before picking up the womans purse and tucking it away in his jacket. He placed a single rose petal over the shot in her chest before beginning to walk back to the group. His ever so slowly increasing madness masked by the grim expression he now wore.
Roleplayer: skyler277
-Forever&Always-
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"You have 5 minutes to tell me everything. Don't disappoint."
Name: Adalina Carriedo (Venice)
Alias: Sweet Death
Region: Varangians
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Position in gang: Right hand-man(?) If not, than a messanger
Nature of your job: Adalina is that second in command, always filling in the blanks for Lovino, if he has any. She always knows exactly what to do, and helps out with commanding the pawns to do what he exactly asks them to do. If they don't do it, than they face either her, or Romano.
Weapon of choice: Rifle, and long knives.
Method of killing: Torture, mainly, to get the information needed for Lovino. It's how she got her name, by sweet sweet torture. It's only on rushed occasions will she finish them off quickly.
Other jobs: Bartender. It makes sense, since she has a knack for that certain job.
Background: All she's ever known in her life was her fratello, and the mafia. Antionio had raised Adalina, and trained her in the arts of killing when she was at the age of 13. By the time she was 16, she had mastered the art of torture and gained the name Sweet Death. Her personality when outside of the Mafioso life is completely different, like Antionio's, and covers up her true self. Of course, she's known the Vargas family for quite some time, considering the bond Lovino had with her brother. She knows to trust them, and all her loyalty remains in the Varangians. She's more Italian than anything, but she knows she's also part Spanish. Her mother was an Italian, as Antionio told her, and their father was Spanish.
Personality: Outside of the Mafia, as a bartender, she has a quirky and bubbly personality. She plays the role of an innocent girl who cares about her friends and family, and many people are fond of her. Although, when around her mafia family, her warm smile grows menacing, and the pawns of the family know to fear her. She's very calm, even in tough situations, and knows to handle them properly. When she speaks, her voice is eerily calm, and send shivers down your spine.
Appearance: Adalina has brown hair, and copper-colored eyes. Outside, when bartending, she uses light green contacts. It helps with her identity. Her copper eyes are chilling, and surprisingly calm. It will always bother you, how her calm eyes are boring into the back of your head. Dispite her short stature, she is actually intimidating to the pawns and some other members
Relationships:
Antonio and the Vargas Family
She's fairly close to her brother, even if it seems like they don't talk or contact each oher much. It's just a mutual feeling. The Vargas Family, she's known ever since Antonio has meet them. She's also fairly close to them, and puts all her trust in that family.
Likes:
Tomatoes
Cats
Italian Dishes
Torture
Dislikes:
Blood Stains
The Stupid, Clueless Panws
Rushed Killing
Hobbies:
Painting
Tending to the Bar at Work
Quirks/Pet Peeves:
When relaxing, she always has a glass of wine in her hand, and when it's empty she sometimes uses it to throw at the stupid pawns who can't do their work.
Roleplay sample:
Clink.
The sound of tinkling glass could be heard, as the delicate piece of glass was put away, back onto the shelf. A girl, with beautiful brown hair, and shining green eyes stood behind the counter, silently polishing the wine glasses. A man, previously sitting in the corner stood up and moved towards the girl. By then, the bar was empty, and the girl was in charge of locking up the doors when the last of the customers left. The man reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pistol, pointing it at the girl's head, "I had heard that you are Sweet Death. Is this true?"
The girls eyes flashed copper, as the dim lighting of the bar hit her eyes. "Oh? Where did you hear that?" she asked, turning around with a warm smile on her face.
The man smirked, "I have informats."
Adalina tsk'ed, and sighed. Her gentle, innocent aura faded away as the eerie, calm one replaced it. "How troublesome."
The man gasped, as his wrist was suddenly yanked to the side and seconds later, he was face-down on the counter, with his own gun pointed at his head.
"Tell me, who the idiota I have to kill before I get rid of you? If you answer in 3 minutes, I'll consider letting you go." Adalina whispered into his ear, smirking.
Roleplayer: -Forever&Always-
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"One strike is all I need. One strike, and you won't even notice that you're dead."
Name: Kiku Honda
Alias: Silent Shadow
Region: Yazhou ren Triad
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Position in gang: Spy
Nature of your job: Kiku always doesn things silently, and in the shadows. He is rarely ever noticed when spying on another mafia family. His ability to get away with the needed information is a valuable asset to the Yazhou ren Triad, and they rely on him to get to the messenger with the important information on other mafia families.
Weapon of choice: Katana, Kunai, and he also uses martial arts. He likes to be silent when killing.
Method of killing: Assasination, and silent ones at that. You won't even feel it, and the victims fall dead before they notice anything.
Other jobs:He works at a Japanese resturaunt.
Background:Kiku has always been fond of the street life, even if he does seem a bit mellow and calm. Once he was 5, and wandering around in one of the allyways, he meet Yao Wang. They became close, and some would even say they're brothers. Once they grew up, they learned how to fight and kill, and Kiku joined Yao's mafia family. He's always been close to the other Asains in the family, knowing them since child-hood too.
Personality:
Kiku is a very calm person, and a bit emotionless too. He's quiet most of the time, a habit from the assasination and spy missions he goes on. Most people don't suspect him, since he acts so ordinary outside, but inside mafia life everybody knows better.
Appearance: He looks like a very ordinary Japanese man when outside of mafia life, and people never really suspect him for anything. But, inside the mafia people know him as the Silent Shadow, one of the Mafia families assasin, and a good one at that. He is very observant, and notices thing faster than other people do. It's why he's a good spy.
Relationships:
Yao Wang
Kiku thinks of Yao as a family member, being close to him for a long time. He completely trusts the man, and doesn't have any doubt on what his decisions are, although sometimes he has to speak up, to input his opinions.
Likes:
Anime & Manga
Cats
Quiet
Dislikes:
Loud People
People who underestimate his ablities
Getting found while spying
Hobbies:
He draws manga when he has free time, it relaxes him and it's fun to do.
Quirks/Pet Peeves:
Not a lot of things make him annoyed, although loud people do.
He likes to be neat, and clean. So blood stains do make him annoyed.
Roleplay sample: {See Adalina's sample}
Roleplayer: -Forever&Always-
The Dakotas
(I'll get a pic soon.)
["You again? You better leave before my knife shows you the way out."]
Name: Dakota Jones
Alias: Grenzschutz (Border Patrol)
Region: Ormen Korte
Gender: female
Age: 15
Position in gang: Right hand (wo)man
Nature of your job: "Are you kidding me? Isn't it kind of obvious? If the boss fails to do his duties, captured by the police, or killed then I'm in charge. Got a problem with that?"
Weapon of choice: "I prefer to use a small dagger but sometimes I'll use a hand pistol. You don't want to mess with me for I'm not afraid to use either of my weapons."
Method of killing: "Quick slit to the throat and then get out of there as quick as possible. Don't want the police catching me."
Other jobs: "I'm a veterinarian and a rancher."
Background: "I joined the mafia because there was growing fear of the mafia. I was a nobody and I thought I could be someone and be well known if I joined the mafia. I don't regret my decision at all."
Personality: "I'm sweet and caring if you dig deep. Only certain people know that side of me. Otherwise I'm a fierce person who's not afraid to kill. I have a fiery temper and I can get real mad real easy. I can be bubbly sometimes and I'm very energetic. I'm hardworking and I won't stop until I get the job done. No matter hat it is. I have a tendency to shy away from very new people at first but then I'll be my normal self once I memorize your name. I have trouble remembering names and it takes me a while to remember the name. I'll know your face but not your name."
Appearance: "I have shoulder length light brown hair. I wear multicolored glasses and I have emerald green eyes. I'm tanned slightly due to being in the sun most of the day. I wear a pink button up shirt and a purple vest tucked into my jeans. I wear either combat boots or cowboy boots. It just depends on how I'm feeling at the time. If I'm in a better mood I'll wear my cowboy boots and if I'm upset or I hae to kill someone I'll wear my combat boots."
Relationships: "I don't get relationships very easily but I do have a major crush on that Feliciano person. Tell anyone and I'll kill you. Alfred F. Jones is my father and Monika Beilsmidtz(dunno if I spelled that right) is my mother. I have two brothers but one of them killed himself awhile ago. My living brother and I don't talk about that very much."
Likes:
-animals
-people
-using my dagger
-reading
-whiskey
Dislikes::
-being near people
-waiting
-needles
-any type of alcohol(except whiskey)
Hobbies:
-reading
-playing with animals
-using her dagger
Quirks/Pet Peeves:
-I hate it if you give me any sort of nickname
-I hate eating noises
-I have a tendency to freak out if I'm touched
Roleplay sample:
(This is taken from a roleplay I was in before.)
Dakota stood in the ruins of her land. She hoped that this was just an accident. She heard a noise near a fallen tree. She raced over to it in the hopes of survivors. She was disappointed when she found out it was just a horse. Wait, not just a horse. Her horse. She thought he had died in the fire. Dakota saw that the horse's halter rope was caught on the tree. Central took out her knife and cut the horse free. Then she took off his halter. "I'll miss you, Doc, but I can't care for you anymore." She said with tears in her eyes. She had raised Doc since he was a foal. She wasn't ready to say goodbye yet but it was for the best. She turned away from the stallion and started walking aaway. The horse followed her and Dakota turned to face him. "Doc, please, just go away." She murmured. The horse flicked his ears and cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Just go away Doc!" Dakota practically shouted. Her suddenly loud voice spooked the horse and he galloped away. "I hope he finds somewhere safe..." She murmured to herself. Then she started walking in the opposite direction than the one the ginger horse had taken.
Roleplayer: The Dakotas
