Post by ashpaz on Jul 31, 2008 19:49:59 GMT -5
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NAME OR ALIAS;
Paz
GENDER;
Lady
AGE;
Over 18
EXPERIENCE;
Rping for 8 years
LOCATION;
Baltimore, MD
NAME OR ALIAS;
Paz
GENDER;
Lady
AGE;
Over 18
EXPERIENCE;
Rping for 8 years
LOCATION;
Baltimore, MD
c h a r a c t e r . b a s i c s
GIVEN NAME(S);
Ace, The Ace in the Hole, Secret Keeper
LAST NAME;
Unknown
NATIONALITY / HERITAGE;
Mutt
SPOKEN LANGUAGES;
English, as far as we know
PLACE OF BIRTH;
Unknown
AGE/DATE OF BIRTH;
Late 20s/Unknown
OCCUPATION;
Villain for hire
CANON;
No
p h y s i c a l . d e s c r i p t i o n
EYES;
Originally black, but known to wear contacts.
HAIR;
Original color is lost to the past, but right now it’s a bright red.
HEIGHT;
5’7”
GENERAL APPEARANCE;
Large dark eyes are set in a pale heart-shaped face with a birthmark under the right corner of her lips. She seems innocent enough, but a closer look at those black eyes shows a lack of… something. Her expression is usually emotionless, but otherwise it seems confused and uncertain. Ace’s small lips rarely smile, often pursed instead.
The woman’s lanky hair is unkempt and wavy if not washed in a while. The damage can be easily seen from a distance, a sign of various dyes ravaging her head. It’s rarely cut, and when it is it is with whatever knife she has on hand, but she does her best to keep it out of the way.
DRESSING STYLE;
Her style is always changing, but low-key and NEVER in a dress. If Ace had a choice she would pick cargo pants with hand sized holes cut at the bottom of the pockets. The holsters are attached to her bare legs, keeping things out of sight. The only way she could get to them would be holes in the pockets. The cargo pants would also give her more room to comfortably walk about and to stash other items in other pockets so she doesn’t have to wear much else.
g i m m e . p e r s o n a l i t y
LIKES;
Survival
Guns
Knives
Alcohol
Smoke
Tall buildings
DISLIKES;
Tuxedos
The Easter Bunny
Halloween
Emotions
Tight clothes
Circuses
HABITS;
The usual ones are as follows: sleeping in odd places, spending more time at the gun range/gun shop than anywhere else, playing with Zippos, writing at the oddest of times (while looking down a sight, on the toilet, in the middle of combat, etc), and dancing rather than walking.
STRENGTHS;
Sniping, hand-to-hand combat and knife fighting, a practiced traceur and improviser, can drive just about any vehicle imaginable (a clue to her past which will be explored further), is a fabulous jazz and tap-dancer, and can fit in most overhead compartment bins… she’s a flexy one.
WEAKNESSES;
The girl cannot shoot while running to SAVE HER LIFE! Seriously, this is very sad considering her occupation. Besides this she is easily distracted, will forget to eat and take care of herself (making her susceptible to various ailments), is very forgetful, and suffers from odd tremors.
GENERAL CHARACTER TRAITS;
Imagine waking up one morning and not knowing who you are, where you are, what’s that smell, that sound, or what’s beneath you, and every single emotion and feeling any human has ever experienced is felt at once.
This is a postictal state many epileptics suffer from after a seizure. However, going against the definition of this state, it is not entirely reversible. Eventually her senses come back, but her neuronal wiring is so worn down that when she regains consciousness after an episode the amnesic characteristic does not go away.
What would you do?
This is what Ace has to go through after every seizure. It has caused a sharp aversion to any emotion and a distrust of everything, especially her own body. She has an aura, so the woman can sense when a seizure is coming, but she cannot stop it. There is no medication on earth which can stop it. This has caused such a fierce sense of betrayal that she rarely goes near that part of her brain. She guards just as many things from those she knows as from herself. When her self-discipline weakens she finds solace in a bottle.
Her defunct wiring has also led to a psychotic disorder which includes not knowing the difference between right and wrong. For her there has never been such a concept, there is only what she wants and what she doesn’t want. This also causes her to not understand societal norms.
Also, she is not most dangerous when she has been given a job; it is the other way around. When bored she is more apt to kill people just because she can, because she is bored. For example, if she goes to a 7-11 for food, she’ll shoot the cashier instead of paying even if she has the money in her pocket and all she wants is a bag of chips. In addition she takes pleasure in shooting those around her target first before actually taking them down. Ace likes to see their reaction, to sense their horrifying confusion – the way she feels every time she wakes up – before she kills them.
y o u r . h i s t o r y
SPOUSE;
None
CHILDREN;
None
PARENTS;
Unknown
SIBLINGS;
Unknown
EDUCATIONAL HISTORY;
At least high-school, but it is speculated that there has been college or even graduate studies mixed in there judging her abnormal amount of intelligence on some subjects.
BACKGROUND STORY;
[Written on the first page of a pocket sized brown Moleskine notebook in a unique chicken scratch]
Hi Ace,
You are probably very confused as to what’s going on now, so I wrote this down to help you out. I am you. If you doubt this write “Ace” on the inside of the cover to compare the handwriting.
We have seizures. When we wake up afterwards you forget everything. We have no idea what has happened besides anything which is written in this book. Turn to the next page to see how long we have gone between seizures. We will write the next entry when you see black and white and time changes. This is what we see and feel right before you go out. Keep this book in our hand after you have done this so when we wake up again we can get a jumpstart. Write Japan style anything you wish to add to help ourselves out. Check back there for anything else we have decided to written.
At the time of this entry we look about mid- to late-20s. Our eyes are black, if they are different, check for contacts.
In our pocket there is a cell phone. The contacts are people who have called us before for jobs. In our other pocket is a knife. Don’t worry, we know how to use it, as well as the pistol in the holster on our right hip. Dial 2 if there is not one there and do as directed. There should also be a rifle nearby. Again, dial 2 if there is not.
Trust no one, even those at the shop and those who call. Remember that we are in control, we are the deciding factor. Flee before fighting, but do not be afraid if we are trapped, because we fight well. Run away from whoever runs after us. Be wary of those who dress up as animals, like the Easter Bunny, and those who wear masks. The best way to shoot is while hidden. In the open only fire as the last resort.
This is our job, to shoot while hidden. People will tell us who to shoot and we can choose to shoot whoever we want besides that. Others may call us “The Secret Keeper” because all those secrets we keep are lost… sometimes. We may have flashes of those secrets. Do not be afraid to tell them if the information can be used to your advantage. Otherwise, forget it. It is not any use to you and therefore not worthy to be remembered.
We will do well as long as we survive. Do not let yourself be taken advantage of because we are the advantage. As such we can choose who can use our abilities because we are the best at what we do. As much as people may rely on us, we cannot rely on anyone. We are more than capable of taking care of ourselves and then some. If we have anything extra, give it to whoever you feel deserves it.
We are the Ace, keep to the shadows, write anything worthy, and guard this notebook. It is our lifeline.
Love,
Me
e x t r a . d e t a i l s
CHARACTER TITLE;
Ace
HOW DID YOU FIND THE SITE?;
AMESFACE! (Joker)
ANYTHING ELSE?
Where are the bananas?
r o l e p l a y . s a m p l e
With a jolt her eyes opened in time with a gasp in the darkness. Slowly she sits up, finding herself on a steel rafter of a half finished industrial building. Ace smiled with just the hint of a grin.
“Just as I remembered.”
Yawning she stretched with her arms reaching high up toward the dark sky. This being Gotham not only couldn’t the stars be seen, but the sky couldn’t be seen either. Ah… she took a deep breath. The fresh smell of smog in the midnight air. Wrapping her legs around the bottom she turned left and right, cracking her back. Exhaling she let her upper body go limp, letting her body go upside-down, her legs still circling the steel beam securely. Ace let her arms dangle a bit before running her skinny fingers through her annoyingly fiery hair.
Suddenly her legs straightened and she did a layout, her feet hitting the beam below solidly. With another yawn she bent over and unzipped her khaki cargo pants. Not bothering to lower them she just reached in and adjusted the holster on her left leg which had her disassembled rifle and the one on the right which held a simple handgun and a hunting blade, much larger than the wee switchblade in her back pocket.
Just then there was a distant sound, like the low deep meow of a dying cat. Then the blue and red lights followed. Like a startled wolf her head turned toward the commotion.
Run away from whoever runs after us…
With a grunt and a leap her finger managed to find themselves just at the edge of the bottom steel rafter. One, two big swings with her legs and she flipped up over the beam, into a crouch on top. Running to the horizontal beam on the right she placed her worn out sneakers on the flat metallic surface and gripped around the lips with her hands and ran up the beam, disappearing into the smog above.
