Post by Faustine Andradé on Mar 19, 2010 10:38:11 GMT -5
OC Character Application
Character name: Faustine Andradé
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 122 lb.
Appearance:
Personality: Faustine is a rowdy, fun-loving young woman. Despite her rough childhood, she stays optimistic in almost all situations. She believes that the best cure for pain is laughter. She is eager to try new things and the thought of adventure and opportunity excites her. She’s hard-headed and does all she can in her power to protect those around her. Even though she was ‘exposed’ to the world at a young age, there are times when she is innocent. Faustine is a total penny-pincher. She says "Hey, you never know when you might need it!" But she's just too fond of her hard-earned money to spend too much of it.
Class: Assassin or ranger
Likes: Collecting matches, money, animals, naps, competing
Dislikes: Waking up with the sun in her eyes, quiet people, losing, spoil-sports
Strengths: Throwing knives, loyalty, confidence, great endurance
Weaknesses: Clumsiness at times, laziness, being gullible, easily distracted
History: Francia was married to a man named Mark for a few years and they had a single child together: a little girl they named Faustine. Mark was only with Francia for the money, but he’d never tell. He had several mistresses and one of them, Alicia, wanted the mother and child dead for their insurance money. Fortunately, Francia saw the plan in a dream and avoided what was to be the death of herself and her daughter. She divorced Mark, not wanting to risk any more. Faustine’s stepfather, Richard, loved a good drink, but he never came home too drunk until he lost his job. After that, he always staggered home and would verbally abuse his wife until he got aggressive. He would smash things and throw things around, but he never hurt Francia, nor Faustine. But Faustine was always haunted by gruesome images from the silence after her parents’ bickering. It got worse and worse until the little seven year old stopped eating and couldn’t sleep. Francia took her to the adoption center, unable to watch her daughter deteriorate any further. With tears streaming down their cheeks, the mother and daughter parted ways.
Almost a year later, Faustine’s overall health improved and she was adopted by a strange man named Magnus. Magnus taught Faustine many things, but he was a strict teacher, punishing the children when they didn‘t train hard enough. He was one of the best assassins far and wide. Faustine wasn’t the only child he trained, she was one of many. All of which had the same mark tattooed onto their chest: a symbol which showed that they had been trained by the great Magnus. When the girl was sixteen, he sent her out into the world to continue his legacy as a professional killer. Even though he knew it would be hard for people to believe she was trained to kill because of her cheery attitude, he knew he had trained her well.
Sample Post: Faustine whimpered quietly in the darkness. The fear struck her deep down to the core, spreading throughout her entire body and immobilizing her. Her small body was trembling and her heart was hammering in her chest. She lay in her bed, listening to her stepfather yelling at her mother. There was the sound of breaking glass and the yelling was getting louder. The little girl shut her eyes tightly, clutching her teddy bear in her arms. Mama… Please be okay. She thought to herself. “GET OUT!” She heard her stepfather roar. The front door slammed shut and there was silence. Faustine felt her insides churning and her heart drop to the floor. The silence was unwelcome. She wanted to hear anything but this silence. It left her unsure what to think. There was a loud thud downstairs. Her heart stopped beating for a moment and her mind was racing. Images of her stepfather beating her mother burned into the backs of her eyelids. No… No… Make it stop. She tossed and turned, trying desperately to rid her mind of the horrible images.
In her mind’s eye she saw her mother at the foot of the stairs, lying in a pool of blood, gashes and bruises scattered across her body. Francia’s gaze turned to meet Faustine’s. “Don’t cry, my baby. Mama’s going to be fine, don’t you worry.” She managed a smile at her daughter and the little girl’s knees buckled under her. She kneeled next to her dying mother, sobbing loudly. She grabbed her mother’s hand and held it closely. Suddenly her stepfather came out of the nearest room, holding a hammer. He brought it down swiftly upon his wife’s head and the girl screamed.
Faustine gasped, opening her green eyes to see that she was back in her room and in her normal body once more. “Another nightmare?” She grumbled and took her glasses from off the nightstand and put them on. She squinted in the bright sunlight, slowly rising from her bed. She tripped over her bed sheets and sighed. Today was going to be one of those days. But, as usual, she put on a smile and tried to hide it.
Britannia beam! Pew pew pew~