Character Bio - Marie Hawke (Vardskepp Practice)
Mun Name: Daniel Hawking
LJ:
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Character's
Name: Marie Davies Hawke
Age: In actuality, 23; Physically, 17 years 264 days 2 hours 53 minutes and 34 seconds.
Gender: Female
Species: Homo sapiens sapiens
Personality:
Tends to focus on things for a long time, almost to the point of losing herself in it. Helps if the object's excessively shiny or pretty. Minor obsession with things that make her hair more interesting - like hairclips with odd items attached (fake flowers?) or nice hats. It doesn't even matter if the hat matches the outfit - anything comfortable works as long as it's on her head. I'm guessing this Miri will have a closet dedicated to hair/head accessories.
Really, though, she's very pleasant. She may seem a bit airy and sometimes too happy and bouncy for the situation - but she means the best. Really!
She does sometimes lose focus when she remembers something that she doesn't want to remember, or when she remembers something rather fond about her past. You can tell by the expression on her face - it drops and freezes a bit when she's unhappy, but she smiles warmly and radiantly when she does. There's many twinges of a bit of regret, though. She regrets, even though she doesn't have to.
Also tends to bounce on her heels and toes whenever she gets excited about something. It's really rather funny. You should see it sometime! She may start spinning and smiling too!
Finger-touch-wristgrab. Best way of getting someone's attention, ever. Act as obnoxious and make the target as uncomfortable as possible. It works! Either that, or sidle up a bit too close to someone. Poke, poke, poke.
One of the things, though, is that Miri has facades. Nothing too overpowery and cliched like "OH MY GOD I HAVE MULTIPLE SPLIT PERSONALITIES" but stuff more along the lines of acting certain ways in certain situations. I mean, she is bubbly, happy, and bounces around. But when shit gets tough, so does Miri; well, attemptedly, at least. She really does try to act proper when proper is required, but really? Proper isn't required often. So I let her have at it!
Even though, she's still slightly paranoid. Really, really generally quite nice! But moments and outbursts and entirely disliking the popular cliques lead to being pretty much hated in school. Not her fault that the chavs and the posers are all made of epic suck. Luckily enough, this gives Miri more time to have studied and focused on more important things. Amusingly enough, when the situation warrants it, she can act proper and formal. Good thing there aren't many situations that require proper and formal.
Strengths:
Experience in the field. God damn lot of experience, and hatred for anything. After this time in the hellish world known as Wainsborough, Miri would have also been able to gain proficiency with three types of weapons; the firearms that she picked up during the time (primarily handguns and bolt-action rifles), a long knife with a silver-coated blade, and her preferred favourite crossbow, the first and last weapon she used during the Wainsborough period. Emotionally, she's become strong at dealing with really gross and nasty stuff. Otherwise, though...
Weaknesses:
Albeit spending 5 years in the hellhole known as Wainsborough, she's still airheaded, rather clumsy, and prone to lose focus. She also has a tendency to have crises regarding her past; if she sees things that remind her of old friends (any nerdy mecha stuff, for her old friend Seolla; metallic armor, like her comrade Jason's, and other things) she will freeze up and lose focus terribly, breaking down and crying at times. Losing. Major problem. Loss in general. Losing a game, losing a friend, losing out on an adventure... just loss in general. Take that and extrapolate as you will.
Also, screwing up and failure. She doesn't like leaving people behind or moving on- that's a part of the "loss" thing, but more specific. You may see me take Miri's "loss" fear into entirely different fields than initially expected. Loss of experiences that she could have taken part in, losing a friend, losing out on life, basically. No petty stuff like losing a match or losing a watch - it's more of an emotional "loss." Loss, you see, is one of this girl's major faults; she has lost far too much during her five years, and will carry on these memories for the remainder of her unnatural life.
History: [BUCKETS OF TL;DR]
Marie Hawke was born at the age of 0 days on 13th June 199x to two loving parents whose names will not be mentioned. Unlike most characters, her parents are actually still alive and together. She's not even estranged from them. They still send her cards at Christmas and call and everything, and try to invite her down as much as possible.
She's had an acceptably decent life. Not rich, and not poor, but always sorta... living on the borderline kinda thing. Middle class, I guess? She always worried about running out of money. Such a cute little worrier. Excepting the fact that she really only worried because she felt sorry for everyone else. Which, generally, turned out to be perceived as badly. There's a reason why she's the lonely nerdy girl, after all.
Because of this, she kept everything on her inside and began to get slowly self-taught about the world, without any sort of outside interference. Eventually, she somewhat sorta pulled the absolutely stereotypical "ran-away-from-home" business and took up single residence in [INSERT TOWN HERE]. "Fresh air," she said, that and a nice schooling system. "Boarding school!" she described it as.
It really was boarding school, though. That's the thing; she might want to see it as "OH GOD MY LIFE IS SO MISERABLE :<" but in reality, she's just really, really bored. So she asked for boarding school, and her parents were okay with it. Nothing too terrible.
There's also the thing about "the other girl in 5th grade," is kinda important. She got in a fight with some popular girl back then. Even though the popular kid started it, she was supported by all her friends. Backstabbed badly. Hates the popular cos' of that. The girl's name was Julie.
All that became unimportant.
Then came Wainsborough. The hell of five years that ruined her childhood, ruined her memories, and laid waste to everything she held dear. After escaping that hellhole with little to herself, she wandered, able to settle down for a good time of a year or so. Stable lifestyle, stable time... and tears of sadness and sorrow every night.
"Victoria, Danielle, Seolla... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
Regardless of the losses of her friends, she did try and live her life to the fullest that she could. Stable enough job. Decent apartment. Everything was fine and dandy, until everything changed again.
To her, it came in a dream. The visions as usual, of Michelle or Victoria or Belle or Roxanna getting torn apart by some vicious monster. Her being too far away to fix it. Her being too far away to reach out and get in the way, sacrifice herself yet again, just to buy a bit more time, more time as usual.
Then a hand and book appeared out of the darkness of the dream. "Come here. Join us. You might be able to fix everything." Naturally, she reached out and wrote down her name, wrote down her story all in one name, three choice words.
Appearance: White skin colour, blue eye colour, brown hair colour. May be dyed purple at random. 162cm tall, 57.8kg light. 32B-28-34? Gogogo three sizes measurements. http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq104/DanielHawking/IMG_00051.jpg and http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq104/DanielHawking/mirihawke4.png (this one drawn by
transient_days )
Interesting information: When she dies, she regenerates into the form she originally possessed at the moment she got the ability to regenerate. That is, she cannot die permanently. Not yet. It hurts, and it takes a while, but she comes back. And she remembers everything.
Samples
Character journal post:
So, here I am. I wake up and I'm somewhere else. Again. You'd think that after last time, I'd be used to this kind of thing, huh? At least... at least it's not as... hellish. Like last time. I... Honestly, I'm getting tired, but... At least... Everything looks better. Everything looks cleaner. It looks like that hospital. It looks like all those hospitals.
Shit. Hospitals. Either good or bad, depending on the breaks.
I regenerated? I look... the same. And I thought I outgrew those clothes already! At least it's an outfit I'm familiar with. Everything still here? Good, it's on the bed. Knife... both of them. I got brought back that one time. Did I get brought back again?
Whatever it is, this time, I'll just have to... survive.
I hope I'm not alone.
Log post:
She stood up and did a quick examination of her surroundings. It was basically a hotel room - possibly a bit bigger, but still a hotel room. Large cushy bed, desk, lamp, aircon system, closet, armoire, TV. _This... it's a different opening this time. Okay. At least it isn't hellbeasts attacking public locations..._ She sighed a bit of a relief. _This actually has a way different feel. And... All things considered, everything's more pleasant. Everything ended. It can't be that._ She walked over to the desk, gently arranged with all of her usual carriage. Two knives - one hematite, one silver. Suppressed Walther P99. Wallet, keys, MP3 player. Pocketwatch. Her cell phone, that old rotating phone, was still here, though it looked newer. Shinier. Like it had been through less.
You could say that it regenerated itself to a previous form in its own timeline.
She shuddered. _This... They didn't give us everything on a silver platter then. Noooo, it was a platter of blood and guts. Except for her. It. That... her? him? it? Whatever it was. It gave us things on a literal silver platter. Poor Jason._ The last thing on the table was a little card, an introduction to her new place of existence.
"Vardskepp. Bard's keep? No, I'm not sure what it means. Argh, it's not like the name matters, anyways. I just... I need to get out. Or at least find things out." She sighed and closed her eyes, then fell to her knees and leaned backwards, limply. _I'm alone. This time, I'm alone. I'll have to do it. I'll have to get out and rescue myself. Save myself, because nobody's coming for me. I have to live on so they can live on too._
She sighed out. _But first... I think I need some coffee._
LJ:
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Contact information: email: daniel.hawking@gmail.com | MSN nguyendanstar@hotmail.com | IRC aralonia/mirihawke/danielhawking @ irc.rizon.net
Character's
Name: Marie Davies Hawke
Age: In actuality, 23; Physically, 17 years 264 days 2 hours 53 minutes and 34 seconds.
Gender: Female
Species: Homo sapiens sapiens
Personality:
Tends to focus on things for a long time, almost to the point of losing herself in it. Helps if the object's excessively shiny or pretty. Minor obsession with things that make her hair more interesting - like hairclips with odd items attached (fake flowers?) or nice hats. It doesn't even matter if the hat matches the outfit - anything comfortable works as long as it's on her head. I'm guessing this Miri will have a closet dedicated to hair/head accessories.
Really, though, she's very pleasant. She may seem a bit airy and sometimes too happy and bouncy for the situation - but she means the best. Really!
She does sometimes lose focus when she remembers something that she doesn't want to remember, or when she remembers something rather fond about her past. You can tell by the expression on her face - it drops and freezes a bit when she's unhappy, but she smiles warmly and radiantly when she does. There's many twinges of a bit of regret, though. She regrets, even though she doesn't have to.
Also tends to bounce on her heels and toes whenever she gets excited about something. It's really rather funny. You should see it sometime! She may start spinning and smiling too!
Finger-touch-wristgrab. Best way of getting someone's attention, ever. Act as obnoxious and make the target as uncomfortable as possible. It works! Either that, or sidle up a bit too close to someone. Poke, poke, poke.
One of the things, though, is that Miri has facades. Nothing too overpowery and cliched like "OH MY GOD I HAVE MULTIPLE SPLIT PERSONALITIES" but stuff more along the lines of acting certain ways in certain situations. I mean, she is bubbly, happy, and bounces around. But when shit gets tough, so does Miri; well, attemptedly, at least. She really does try to act proper when proper is required, but really? Proper isn't required often. So I let her have at it!
Even though, she's still slightly paranoid. Really, really generally quite nice! But moments and outbursts and entirely disliking the popular cliques lead to being pretty much hated in school. Not her fault that the chavs and the posers are all made of epic suck. Luckily enough, this gives Miri more time to have studied and focused on more important things. Amusingly enough, when the situation warrants it, she can act proper and formal. Good thing there aren't many situations that require proper and formal.
Strengths:
Experience in the field. God damn lot of experience, and hatred for anything. After this time in the hellish world known as Wainsborough, Miri would have also been able to gain proficiency with three types of weapons; the firearms that she picked up during the time (primarily handguns and bolt-action rifles), a long knife with a silver-coated blade, and her preferred favourite crossbow, the first and last weapon she used during the Wainsborough period. Emotionally, she's become strong at dealing with really gross and nasty stuff. Otherwise, though...
Weaknesses:
Albeit spending 5 years in the hellhole known as Wainsborough, she's still airheaded, rather clumsy, and prone to lose focus. She also has a tendency to have crises regarding her past; if she sees things that remind her of old friends (any nerdy mecha stuff, for her old friend Seolla; metallic armor, like her comrade Jason's, and other things) she will freeze up and lose focus terribly, breaking down and crying at times. Losing. Major problem. Loss in general. Losing a game, losing a friend, losing out on an adventure... just loss in general. Take that and extrapolate as you will.
Also, screwing up and failure. She doesn't like leaving people behind or moving on- that's a part of the "loss" thing, but more specific. You may see me take Miri's "loss" fear into entirely different fields than initially expected. Loss of experiences that she could have taken part in, losing a friend, losing out on life, basically. No petty stuff like losing a match or losing a watch - it's more of an emotional "loss." Loss, you see, is one of this girl's major faults; she has lost far too much during her five years, and will carry on these memories for the remainder of her unnatural life.
History: [BUCKETS OF TL;DR]
Marie Hawke was born at the age of 0 days on 13th June 199x to two loving parents whose names will not be mentioned. Unlike most characters, her parents are actually still alive and together. She's not even estranged from them. They still send her cards at Christmas and call and everything, and try to invite her down as much as possible.
She's had an acceptably decent life. Not rich, and not poor, but always sorta... living on the borderline kinda thing. Middle class, I guess? She always worried about running out of money. Such a cute little worrier. Excepting the fact that she really only worried because she felt sorry for everyone else. Which, generally, turned out to be perceived as badly. There's a reason why she's the lonely nerdy girl, after all.
Because of this, she kept everything on her inside and began to get slowly self-taught about the world, without any sort of outside interference. Eventually, she somewhat sorta pulled the absolutely stereotypical "ran-away-from-home" business and took up single residence in [INSERT TOWN HERE]. "Fresh air," she said, that and a nice schooling system. "Boarding school!" she described it as.
It really was boarding school, though. That's the thing; she might want to see it as "OH GOD MY LIFE IS SO MISERABLE :<" but in reality, she's just really, really bored. So she asked for boarding school, and her parents were okay with it. Nothing too terrible.
There's also the thing about "the other girl in 5th grade," is kinda important. She got in a fight with some popular girl back then. Even though the popular kid started it, she was supported by all her friends. Backstabbed badly. Hates the popular cos' of that. The girl's name was Julie.
All that became unimportant.
Then came Wainsborough. The hell of five years that ruined her childhood, ruined her memories, and laid waste to everything she held dear. After escaping that hellhole with little to herself, she wandered, able to settle down for a good time of a year or so. Stable lifestyle, stable time... and tears of sadness and sorrow every night.
"Victoria, Danielle, Seolla... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."
Regardless of the losses of her friends, she did try and live her life to the fullest that she could. Stable enough job. Decent apartment. Everything was fine and dandy, until everything changed again.
To her, it came in a dream. The visions as usual, of Michelle or Victoria or Belle or Roxanna getting torn apart by some vicious monster. Her being too far away to fix it. Her being too far away to reach out and get in the way, sacrifice herself yet again, just to buy a bit more time, more time as usual.
Then a hand and book appeared out of the darkness of the dream. "Come here. Join us. You might be able to fix everything." Naturally, she reached out and wrote down her name, wrote down her story all in one name, three choice words.
Appearance: White skin colour, blue eye colour, brown hair colour. May be dyed purple at random. 162cm tall, 57.8kg light. 32B-28-34? Gogogo three sizes measurements. http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq104/DanielHawking/IMG_00051.jpg and http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq104/DanielHawking/mirihawke4.png (this one drawn by
transient_days )
Interesting information: When she dies, she regenerates into the form she originally possessed at the moment she got the ability to regenerate. That is, she cannot die permanently. Not yet. It hurts, and it takes a while, but she comes back. And she remembers everything.
Samples
Character journal post:
So, here I am. I wake up and I'm somewhere else. Again. You'd think that after last time, I'd be used to this kind of thing, huh? At least... at least it's not as... hellish. Like last time. I... Honestly, I'm getting tired, but... At least... Everything looks better. Everything looks cleaner. It looks like that hospital. It looks like all those hospitals.
Shit. Hospitals. Either good or bad, depending on the breaks.
I regenerated? I look... the same. And I thought I outgrew those clothes already! At least it's an outfit I'm familiar with. Everything still here? Good, it's on the bed. Knife... both of them. I got brought back that one time. Did I get brought back again?
Whatever it is, this time, I'll just have to... survive.
I hope I'm not alone.
Log post:
She stood up and did a quick examination of her surroundings. It was basically a hotel room - possibly a bit bigger, but still a hotel room. Large cushy bed, desk, lamp, aircon system, closet, armoire, TV. _This... it's a different opening this time. Okay. At least it isn't hellbeasts attacking public locations..._ She sighed a bit of a relief. _This actually has a way different feel. And... All things considered, everything's more pleasant. Everything ended. It can't be that._ She walked over to the desk, gently arranged with all of her usual carriage. Two knives - one hematite, one silver. Suppressed Walther P99. Wallet, keys, MP3 player. Pocketwatch. Her cell phone, that old rotating phone, was still here, though it looked newer. Shinier. Like it had been through less.
You could say that it regenerated itself to a previous form in its own timeline.
She shuddered. _This... They didn't give us everything on a silver platter then. Noooo, it was a platter of blood and guts. Except for her. It. That... her? him? it? Whatever it was. It gave us things on a literal silver platter. Poor Jason._ The last thing on the table was a little card, an introduction to her new place of existence.
"Vardskepp. Bard's keep? No, I'm not sure what it means. Argh, it's not like the name matters, anyways. I just... I need to get out. Or at least find things out." She sighed and closed her eyes, then fell to her knees and leaned backwards, limply. _I'm alone. This time, I'm alone. I'll have to do it. I'll have to get out and rescue myself. Save myself, because nobody's coming for me. I have to live on so they can live on too._
She sighed out. _But first... I think I need some coffee._