Post by MORRIGAN FROST on Feb 19, 2011 1:01:35 GMT -5
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[cs=3][atrb=style, width: 500px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px, bTable][atrb=style,background: #8d8974; border: 1px solid #372d22a; padding: 10px; font-family: Helvetica; -moz-box-shadow: -1px 1px 1px #888; -webkit-box-shadow: -1px 1px 1px #888] FROST, MORRIGAN, M. FULL NAME; MORRIGAN MARIE FROST ALIAS; MORRI AGE; 23 GENDER; FEMALE ORIENTATION; STRAIGHT CLASS; GENUS SOLIDUS SHIFT SPECIES; IBERIAN LYNX BIRTH DATE; DECEMBER 19, 2036 GENETICS EYES; BROWN HAIR; BLACK, STRAIGHT WEIGHT; 5'5" HEIGHT; 126 LBS. VOICE; voice here FACE CLAIM; FINAL FANTASY , TIFA LOCKHART DESCRIPTION; Morri is the tough girl type. She's easy to spot in a crowd because she'll be the one standing straight-backed and proud, with her head held high. She is always careful to look her best every day; her pride will allow nothing short of perfection. She isn't very tall, but her limbs are slender and toned from her years of martial arts, and the short skirts and shorts she wears serves to make her legs look long anyways, so she still has a pleasant appearance. Until one is standing right next to her, the thought "short" never comes to mind - she carries herself with enough dignity to fill up an entire room. She's got a unique sense of style, to say the least. The usual style is as follows: hair in a loose ponytail, a white tank-top that is tucked into a black miniskirt held up by black suspenders that go over her shoulders, and a pair of high-top converse shoes. Her style varies with her atmosphere, though - at work, she'll sometimes wear shorts under the skirt, always has her hair up, and the white top is always long enough to cover her midriff and is usually paired with a black vest that goes over top. Out with friends, however, her hair usually comes down out of its ponytail, the white shirt shrinks to expose her stomach, and the vest comes off as well. When fighting, both in practice and real tournaments, she wears red finger-less gloves, and trades in her black and white chuck taylors for a heavy pair of combat boots, painting the picture of a chick who is not to be messed with. PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION LIKES; Combat, working, sunny mornings, beautiful sunsets, sympathizers, society (for the most part), freedom, drinking (tastefully, of course), playing sports. DISLIKES; The protesters, complexity of life, narrow-mindedness, arrogance, teenagers, large animals, overcast days, wearing flip-flops STRENGTHS; Physically strong, charismatic, daring, brave WEAKNESSES; Proud, over-confident, blunt QUIRKS; She prefers walking barefoot to walking with shoes on; she'd sooner fight a man than another woman, has a penchant for mice. FEARS; Death by drowning, heights, flying on airplanes, big dogs. GOALS; To one day own Cloud 9; meet someone to share her life with; kids - a possibility, but not really big on her list. PERSONALITY; Morri is the sort of person who would rather fight first and ask questions later, but she's got enough common sense to balance out her more reckless side. While she is quick to anger, she knows that hot-headed violence won't get her anywhere anytime soon, and would rather settle disputes with a sharp, stinging comment - she is capable of being rather nasty with her words if she is given reason to be. And yet, this doesn't mean she isn't capable of defending herself. She has almost a decade of martial arts under her belt, and would gladly deliver a swift kick to the face of anyone who tries to pull any shit, especially someone who tries to sneak out of the bar without paying their tab. Most of the time, she can keep her cool, but she her self-restraint isn't infallible, and she is still young and immature in several ways. She can be rather blunt and tactless in most situations - for example, if one of her friends tried on a dress and it made her look fat, she'd look at it and say it made her look fat. No sugar-coating or apple-polishing with her. She tells it like it is. Likewise, if she has a problem with you, she'll make sure that you know it straight away. Very confident in herself and her way of doing things, Morri can sometimes come across as slightly overbearing, almost picky. But one shouldn't take it personally, as she acts the same way with everyone. CHRONOLOGICAL TIMELINE CURRENT RESIDENCE; APARTMENTS, SECOND DISTRICT CURRENT OCCUPATION; CLOUD 9 , BARTENDER HISTORY; Call me Morri. As a part of the Genus Solidus, I'm sure you know that I spent the better half of my life behind steel walls. But then again, so did every other shifter in the place. If you want an account of what it was like there, I'm afraid that I'm not the right person to ask, for I'm not about to waste my time giving you a detailed description of the place. I enjoy my freedom far too much now to ever revisit those memories again. The only thing you need to know is that I was born there, I survived there, and I made it out with the rest in the 2046 release. Somewhere along the way, we all got an education and a sense of right and wrong, and learned how to live amongst each other. But that's all there is to the story. After getting out, life was...rougher than I expected. We all had our mashed of visions of what freedom would be like, and I think we may have over-glorified it. At first, living in society was basically trying to get from point A to point B without getting stones thrown at you - how they would figure out the shifters from the civilians, I don't have the slightest clue, but they always did, and I, as well as some of my friends, got my fair share of welts due to a well-aimed rock. But not to say that all people were unfriendly, because that's not how it was like at all. I managed to find an apartment in the Second District that I was allowed to rent like every other human being, but, I'll admit, it took a little longer to find a job. I finally managed to get one as an assistant janitor in the school - and was that humiliating. To be gawked at by a bunch of some teenage brats like I was some zoo animal on display, doing a particularly cool "mop the floor" trick...I don't think so. But it was a source of income, and a job I needed. To pass the time in a more amicable way, I enrolled in a martial arts class - fighting was never one of the key things we were taught in the labs, but I figured in this society, it would prove to be a useful skill to have. Not to mention it helped me take out my aggression in a less violent manner than say beating those protesters to a bloody mash on the street. It was something I took to like a fish to water. We had always been kept healthy in the lab, so the exercises, while strenuous, weren't particularly painful, and I liked the feeling of stretching my body to the breaking point, liked the exhilaration that came hand-in-hand with smashing things, with pinning someone to the ground, coming out victorious. Maybe I loved fighting so much because it was the one time where I had control over my own situation, something that I could walk away from with pride. Or maybe I just have naturally violent tendencies, ha. I still train every day, and there are occasional fights that I will participate in just for the fun of it. Several years passed in this day-to-day fashion, until I turned twenty-one. One of the teachers there took pity on me on took me out one night for a round of drinks - we wound up in Cloud 9, down in the Third District. Even though the night did wonders for my spirits, it was the sign on the door that caught my eye - now hiring. And, in even smaller print, it said on the bottom that all able-bodied beings were welcome; a subtle way to invite experiments along, too. So with the thought in mind that I might never have to clean up a freshman's vomit off the floor ever again, I went in for an interview. The manager, as it turned out, wasn't really picky about who got the job, so long as they were good-looking and could do their work without getting animal hair in a customer's glass. I happened to fit his criteria, and so here I am, a proud employee of Cloud 9, even two years later. So far, working here has proved to be a lot more satisfying than working at the school. Occasionally, I still find myself cleaning throw-up off floor due to someone overindulging, but most times we can head someone off before they've had too much. I feel a little more self-respecting, though, and I don't get nearly as many stares as I did before. There are those who recognize me still, of course, and while some merely go there way with a brief wave, others aren't so friendly. I'm always willing to rip them apart, but I have to be more careful than that; I have a job on the line, and can't go around getting into street brawls. But one of these days...they'll get what's coming to them. |
