Post by zero on May 29, 2009 15:37:28 GMT -5
Name: Rukia Hadley
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: Rukia has dark brown hair that remains mostly straight, save for a few curls. She once dyed it blonde but she found she didn’t like it, so she changed it back to her natural hair color. Her blue-green eyes are capable of giving a penetrating stare, making them almost intimidating. Her height also adds to this factor, standing at 5’7 at about 137 lbs. Her clothing style, when she’s not at work and in her white coat, is described as casual and classy, her clothes looking more expensive than they actually cost.
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Personality: If you were to ask anyone about Rukia, most of them would tell you that she was a strong person. She doesn’t like letting things affect her that much, distancing herself often enough. Though, that isn’t to say that she is a completely serious person. Her closer friends described her as fun-loving, witty, and very adventurous. She loves to try new things outside of her normal status quo, and is courageous and bold. Her temper, while hard to get to, is harsh and deadly. Though, no one ever really saw that temper. She likes to keep up the façade of kindness as much as possible. After she was inducted into SPECTER, she had more anti-social tendencies set in, but not to an incredible amount.
Biography: Rukia lived near the city of Boston for most of her life, doing very well in school with nearly straight As (she had to work harder for that B in math). She loved to write in school, often fabricating the most adventurous stories of fantasy and suspense with made-up characters and worlds. Her English teachers suggested she go into school for it, namely Berklee. She often shook her head to such notions, knowing she couldn’t afford the school—she knew her skills could get her in, though.
She wasn’t extremely popular, though she could never be considered unpopular. She had that close group of friends that didn’t seem to care about the latest trends, who was dating who, or the rest of the school gossip. The only gossip they got concerned the men on the track team, which she joined and kept up with to keep in shape. She lived in a middle-class home with her two loving parents and her older brother and younger sister. Her brother, only one year older than her, was a guitarist and was rather close to her—he was the one who eventually pushed her to go to Berklee. Her sister was eight years younger than her, so it was hard for them to get along.
After she graduated high school and was made the salutatorian –that math geek got the valedictorian spot- of her class, she worked for a year to earn the money for college. She ended up going in on a scholarship for her writing and paid for college all on her own, not wanting to make her parents pay for anything. She went to the college, happy with what she was doing and even fell in love with a song-writer for a short amount of time. The relationship ended after six months because of a few conflicts in personality—she needed more and he couldn’t keep up with her. She kept up with her schoolwork well, balancing that with her job and leaving a little time for her own writing.
How they were recruited:
“Kyrie, I love you, but you’re going to the dungeon with the trolls,” Rukia said to herself as she typed on her computer, an improvement from her notebooks. Kyrie was her much beloved character that she had developed over the years in her writing and unfortunately, she had to be sent to the dungeon in her story. Sighing from exhaustion, she saved what she had on her computer so far, deciding to go for a little jog around campus to get her blood flowing. She was so glad that she let her brother persuade her to go here—she just wished he had followed.
She jogged for a few minutes, not seeing anyone around—it was around eleven-o-clock at night. She loved looking around the campus at this time—no one could disturb her and it was no fun going in the day like everyone else did. She stopped for a quick breather, slowing down to a walk as she breathed the crisp, night air.
“Miss Hadley,” a voice said abruptly, breaking the silence and causing Rukia to snap her head back to look at who said it. Before her stood two men with black business suits and ties, their shoes shining from the faint moonlight. She raised an eyebrow to them, instantly suspicious.
“Who are you and what do you want?” she asked them without hesitance. The men seemed to be expecting this, not flinching at her cold words.
“We need you to come with us,” one of them said in a smooth, firm voice. Rukia quickly shook her head, smiling and trying to walk past the two men.
“Sorry, not interested,” she told them casually. That didn’t work, for they grabbed her arms and held her back, causing her to gasp in surprise. “What’s going on here?!”
“We’re recruiting you to become an Animorph in a secret government agency,” the other one told her, his voice not that much different. Rukia had half a mind to call them robots just for their tone of voice.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, though by looking at them, she could see that they weren’t of the joking type. “Okay, why?”
“We cannot tell you that,” the first man said, “That’s classified information.”
“However, you’re going to need to ‘die’ before you can,” the other one told her, using air quotes to say this. Her eyes widened at this, now trying to get out of their grip.
“There’s no way in hell I’m dying to become an Animorph,” she barked. The men just wouldn’t let go!
“Your death will be faked and you’ll live a new life,” that same man said matter-of-factly—did she even have a choice in the matter here?
“I live a good life right now and I don’t want to give it up, thank you,” she told them, mimicking their tone, “Now let go or--”
“We can always get your brother instead,” one of them said, making her blood run cold. No, she couldn’t let that happen… her brother meant a lot to her. Either way she would lose him, but… she couldn’t let her parents suffer the trauma of losing their first born child. She reluctantly nodded her head, her arms still in their iron grip.
“We’ll make sure you go to the Hemington School of Fine Arts,” they informed her, “It’s not your Berklee, but it will suit you just fine.”
She didn’t say a word, walking with them and her head low, contemplating what she had just gotten herself into.
Preferred Job: Veterinary Clinic—assistant. She types up a lot of the files and helps do occasional check-ups. It was one of the only jobs she could find around and it was more fun than she thought it would be.
First morph: Ocicat. One day who she called the “Crazy Cat Lady” came in to get one of her many cats checked up on. She was accustomed to dogs, but supposed a cat could do. This cat, after all, was dog-like in nature and looked sort of like a wild-cat—not to mention, despite what Crazy Cat Lady thought, it was perfectly healthy.
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: Rukia has dark brown hair that remains mostly straight, save for a few curls. She once dyed it blonde but she found she didn’t like it, so she changed it back to her natural hair color. Her blue-green eyes are capable of giving a penetrating stare, making them almost intimidating. Her height also adds to this factor, standing at 5’7 at about 137 lbs. Her clothing style, when she’s not at work and in her white coat, is described as casual and classy, her clothes looking more expensive than they actually cost.
Picture
Personality: If you were to ask anyone about Rukia, most of them would tell you that she was a strong person. She doesn’t like letting things affect her that much, distancing herself often enough. Though, that isn’t to say that she is a completely serious person. Her closer friends described her as fun-loving, witty, and very adventurous. She loves to try new things outside of her normal status quo, and is courageous and bold. Her temper, while hard to get to, is harsh and deadly. Though, no one ever really saw that temper. She likes to keep up the façade of kindness as much as possible. After she was inducted into SPECTER, she had more anti-social tendencies set in, but not to an incredible amount.
Biography: Rukia lived near the city of Boston for most of her life, doing very well in school with nearly straight As (she had to work harder for that B in math). She loved to write in school, often fabricating the most adventurous stories of fantasy and suspense with made-up characters and worlds. Her English teachers suggested she go into school for it, namely Berklee. She often shook her head to such notions, knowing she couldn’t afford the school—she knew her skills could get her in, though.
She wasn’t extremely popular, though she could never be considered unpopular. She had that close group of friends that didn’t seem to care about the latest trends, who was dating who, or the rest of the school gossip. The only gossip they got concerned the men on the track team, which she joined and kept up with to keep in shape. She lived in a middle-class home with her two loving parents and her older brother and younger sister. Her brother, only one year older than her, was a guitarist and was rather close to her—he was the one who eventually pushed her to go to Berklee. Her sister was eight years younger than her, so it was hard for them to get along.
After she graduated high school and was made the salutatorian –that math geek got the valedictorian spot- of her class, she worked for a year to earn the money for college. She ended up going in on a scholarship for her writing and paid for college all on her own, not wanting to make her parents pay for anything. She went to the college, happy with what she was doing and even fell in love with a song-writer for a short amount of time. The relationship ended after six months because of a few conflicts in personality—she needed more and he couldn’t keep up with her. She kept up with her schoolwork well, balancing that with her job and leaving a little time for her own writing.
How they were recruited:
“Kyrie, I love you, but you’re going to the dungeon with the trolls,” Rukia said to herself as she typed on her computer, an improvement from her notebooks. Kyrie was her much beloved character that she had developed over the years in her writing and unfortunately, she had to be sent to the dungeon in her story. Sighing from exhaustion, she saved what she had on her computer so far, deciding to go for a little jog around campus to get her blood flowing. She was so glad that she let her brother persuade her to go here—she just wished he had followed.
She jogged for a few minutes, not seeing anyone around—it was around eleven-o-clock at night. She loved looking around the campus at this time—no one could disturb her and it was no fun going in the day like everyone else did. She stopped for a quick breather, slowing down to a walk as she breathed the crisp, night air.
“Miss Hadley,” a voice said abruptly, breaking the silence and causing Rukia to snap her head back to look at who said it. Before her stood two men with black business suits and ties, their shoes shining from the faint moonlight. She raised an eyebrow to them, instantly suspicious.
“Who are you and what do you want?” she asked them without hesitance. The men seemed to be expecting this, not flinching at her cold words.
“We need you to come with us,” one of them said in a smooth, firm voice. Rukia quickly shook her head, smiling and trying to walk past the two men.
“Sorry, not interested,” she told them casually. That didn’t work, for they grabbed her arms and held her back, causing her to gasp in surprise. “What’s going on here?!”
“We’re recruiting you to become an Animorph in a secret government agency,” the other one told her, his voice not that much different. Rukia had half a mind to call them robots just for their tone of voice.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, though by looking at them, she could see that they weren’t of the joking type. “Okay, why?”
“We cannot tell you that,” the first man said, “That’s classified information.”
“However, you’re going to need to ‘die’ before you can,” the other one told her, using air quotes to say this. Her eyes widened at this, now trying to get out of their grip.
“There’s no way in hell I’m dying to become an Animorph,” she barked. The men just wouldn’t let go!
“Your death will be faked and you’ll live a new life,” that same man said matter-of-factly—did she even have a choice in the matter here?
“I live a good life right now and I don’t want to give it up, thank you,” she told them, mimicking their tone, “Now let go or--”
“We can always get your brother instead,” one of them said, making her blood run cold. No, she couldn’t let that happen… her brother meant a lot to her. Either way she would lose him, but… she couldn’t let her parents suffer the trauma of losing their first born child. She reluctantly nodded her head, her arms still in their iron grip.
“We’ll make sure you go to the Hemington School of Fine Arts,” they informed her, “It’s not your Berklee, but it will suit you just fine.”
She didn’t say a word, walking with them and her head low, contemplating what she had just gotten herself into.
Preferred Job: Veterinary Clinic—assistant. She types up a lot of the files and helps do occasional check-ups. It was one of the only jobs she could find around and it was more fun than she thought it would be.
First morph: Ocicat. One day who she called the “Crazy Cat Lady” came in to get one of her many cats checked up on. She was accustomed to dogs, but supposed a cat could do. This cat, after all, was dog-like in nature and looked sort of like a wild-cat—not to mention, despite what Crazy Cat Lady thought, it was perfectly healthy.
