Mewtwo-D2
4th November 2006, 07:56 PM
Hey, guys, sorry this is so late. It's been a pretty stressful few weeks, but I'm finally starting things. LSU's are perfectly acceptable- just run them by me.
Anyway, let's start:
Code Name: Random X
Actual Name: Rachel Xavier
Age at time of death: 21
Year of death: 1937
Cause of death: Murder- thrown from the top of the Woolworth Building in New York City by a demon-possessed friend
Personality: Thoughtful, patient, and hard-working. Has developed a bit of a complex about heights because of her method of death. She rarely takes shortcuts, and can be a bit wearing at times, but she only wants to make sure she does a thorough job of everything.
Description: Has long brown hair tied up in a loose bun on the back of her head and olive green eyes. Wears a black pinstripe men's suit- pants and unbuttoned vest- a maroon woman's Fedora-style hat tilted over one eye, a clean white shirt partially unbuttoned, and a dark blue silk tie, tied low. Also wears a pair of black high heels and black, back-seamed fishnets. Her weapons are a pair of dark blue laquered chopsticks that she wears through her bun. Her noisemaker is a three-ringed silver bracelet, and her capturing method is a large camera.
Obligatory Other: Spent from 1934 to her death working in New York City, trying to get money to send home to her family in upstate New York. Through hard work, managed to land a job as a secretary to a newspaper mogul. While working, she met and fell in love with a reporter. They planned to marry in 1937, but the reporter had a friend who was also in love with her. His jealousy opened his soul to be taken over by a demon. He invited Rachel to see the Woolworth Building with him and made advances on her when she went. She refused him, and in a rage he threw her from the sight-seeing platform. Is working to collect demons for Hemera.
[color=pink]Random X
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Wind rushed past me- stealing my breath, my sight, and drowning out all other sound. I may have screamed- I can't remember. I can only remember that pressure, that horrible howling, and the one thought that dominated my mind- I can't be dying. I can't die now, not this way. I'm too young to die. To important. This is a nightmare, like a thousand other nightmares about falling. I'm going to wake up on the floor.
My eyes were squeezed shut... I couldn't have opened them if I tried. But I was going to wake up on the floor. Death couldn't feel like this- my life wasn't flashing before my eyes, and I saw no light. I was still alive, still alive still alive still alive alive alive alive alivealivealivealive......
I felt no more.
Eventually, my eyes could open again. I was on the sidewalk of a gray, shadowy street. I looked around, confused. Broadway... must have been one hell of a fog to drown out all the lights. I could see the crowd in the fog, but they didn't seem to be moving too much. Just kind of standing around me... I turned my head a little- finally, some lights. Bright red and white, flashing. Wait, that wasn't right. Maybe I tripped in the fog and fell on the sidewalk. Hit my head on a lamp-post or something. I was fine though. I slowly pulled myself to my feet to tell the ambulance to keep moving. I was fine... I put my hands up, but two men in white coats continued towards me. Just doing their job... lucky stiffs who still had a steady job. To my surprise, they didn't talk to me, but knelt in front of me.
"What are you looking at?"
Neither answered, but the younger of them looked like he was about to be sick.
"Think the police need all of this?"
"Nah, from what I hear the guy gave himself up...."
Needed all of what? Curious, I looked down....
My body, if it could be described as that. A pool of blood around what was barely recognizable as a human form. I couldn't take it in- hardly even a hint of my face was left. I had been pulverized....
Dead... I was dead. The nightmarish fog on Broadway pressed in deeper and deeper, swallowing me up in the grey.
Anyway, let's start:
Code Name: Random X
Actual Name: Rachel Xavier
Age at time of death: 21
Year of death: 1937
Cause of death: Murder- thrown from the top of the Woolworth Building in New York City by a demon-possessed friend
Personality: Thoughtful, patient, and hard-working. Has developed a bit of a complex about heights because of her method of death. She rarely takes shortcuts, and can be a bit wearing at times, but she only wants to make sure she does a thorough job of everything.
Description: Has long brown hair tied up in a loose bun on the back of her head and olive green eyes. Wears a black pinstripe men's suit- pants and unbuttoned vest- a maroon woman's Fedora-style hat tilted over one eye, a clean white shirt partially unbuttoned, and a dark blue silk tie, tied low. Also wears a pair of black high heels and black, back-seamed fishnets. Her weapons are a pair of dark blue laquered chopsticks that she wears through her bun. Her noisemaker is a three-ringed silver bracelet, and her capturing method is a large camera.
Obligatory Other: Spent from 1934 to her death working in New York City, trying to get money to send home to her family in upstate New York. Through hard work, managed to land a job as a secretary to a newspaper mogul. While working, she met and fell in love with a reporter. They planned to marry in 1937, but the reporter had a friend who was also in love with her. His jealousy opened his soul to be taken over by a demon. He invited Rachel to see the Woolworth Building with him and made advances on her when she went. She refused him, and in a rage he threw her from the sight-seeing platform. Is working to collect demons for Hemera.
[color=pink]Random X
~~~~~~~~~~~~~[/center]
Wind rushed past me- stealing my breath, my sight, and drowning out all other sound. I may have screamed- I can't remember. I can only remember that pressure, that horrible howling, and the one thought that dominated my mind- I can't be dying. I can't die now, not this way. I'm too young to die. To important. This is a nightmare, like a thousand other nightmares about falling. I'm going to wake up on the floor.
My eyes were squeezed shut... I couldn't have opened them if I tried. But I was going to wake up on the floor. Death couldn't feel like this- my life wasn't flashing before my eyes, and I saw no light. I was still alive, still alive still alive still alive alive alive alive alivealivealivealive......
I felt no more.
Eventually, my eyes could open again. I was on the sidewalk of a gray, shadowy street. I looked around, confused. Broadway... must have been one hell of a fog to drown out all the lights. I could see the crowd in the fog, but they didn't seem to be moving too much. Just kind of standing around me... I turned my head a little- finally, some lights. Bright red and white, flashing. Wait, that wasn't right. Maybe I tripped in the fog and fell on the sidewalk. Hit my head on a lamp-post or something. I was fine though. I slowly pulled myself to my feet to tell the ambulance to keep moving. I was fine... I put my hands up, but two men in white coats continued towards me. Just doing their job... lucky stiffs who still had a steady job. To my surprise, they didn't talk to me, but knelt in front of me.
"What are you looking at?"
Neither answered, but the younger of them looked like he was about to be sick.
"Think the police need all of this?"
"Nah, from what I hear the guy gave himself up...."
Needed all of what? Curious, I looked down....
My body, if it could be described as that. A pool of blood around what was barely recognizable as a human form. I couldn't take it in- hardly even a hint of my face was left. I had been pulverized....
Dead... I was dead. The nightmarish fog on Broadway pressed in deeper and deeper, swallowing me up in the grey.