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Oct. 4th, 2012 07:43 pmYour Name/Alias: Timmy
Age: 24
Character: Melaka Fray
Series: Fray
Character Age: 19
Canon: Welcome to the 23rd century. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer and in the dark, deep holes of Haddyn, vampires grow in large numbers. That has nothing to do with Melaka Fray, a small-time thief who's only interested in looking out for herself. However, when a demon proclaims her the Slayer and a mysterious enemy starts gunning for her, Melaka knows that it's time to fight or die. Even if she's more concerned about getting paid first.
Melaka doesn't care about being poor. All she wants is the adrenaline rush that comes from fighting and falling off extremely tall buildings. Caustic, blunt and snarky, Melaka doesn't trust anyone, preferring to keep everyone, even her family, at a very long arm's length. She's slowly learning about her new life and the person she has to be, not always sure what "magic" and "powers" really are or what exactly she needs to do besides busting heads. Morally ambiguous and independent, Melaka does look out for the weak in her own way. If that means breaking some limbs, then go figure.
Note - Because this is a Joss Whedon canon, Melaka's slang doesn't resemble ours at all. Lurks = Vampires and Scopes = Movies.
Sample Post:
Bad day.
Started out bad when I lost my original target. It got better when I fell off the van while trying to hack a Lurk to pieces. After watching him try and find his arm, I decided to help him out by picking up his arm and beating him with it. I have to get my kicks somehow and this is one way of doing it. For anyone else, falling off a moving vehicle in the sky involves a lot of pain and a lot of "Who am I" and "Where am I". Having a naturally hard head helps me remember who I am. Unfortunately, I have no idea where I am. But that's less of a problem and more of an adventure. Maybe some day my adventures will start when I get out of bed instead of me hanging for my life. . . . Actually no, I'd hate that a lot. But it would be an unusual change.
Let's head back to reality. I sure landed in some weird place. Maybe it's a "dimension" . . . whatever that is. What's the big deal? Sure it has trees and birds and all those lifeforms that you'll only see in scopes. Whenever I do get to see scopes. I'm too low on the food-chain to see moving pictures. Anyway, trees are in huge demand and I could use the ammo. Maybe I could take just one. I mean, it's not like anyone's going to notice. I could totally pull off stealing a tree and getting home in one piece. Last thing I need is "magic" to do . . . terrible magic-ky things to me. If this world wants to beat me down, I'll beat it up right back.
Thank you super strength for helping me cut down and carry this tree! Never leave home without it. Now to get this back home and past the . . . hordes of monsters heading my way. Weird looking monsters though, weirder than usual. I mean, they've never been very coordinated and wow, some guy's eye just popped out. You know what, I'll just wait here until they arrive. It's not like I'm going to lose. Come on. Attack me. I'm a helpless little girl holding a tree as a weapon.
I dare you.
(In with 39/7 over here)
Age: 24
Character: Melaka Fray
Series: Fray
Character Age: 19
Canon: Welcome to the 23rd century. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer and in the dark, deep holes of Haddyn, vampires grow in large numbers. That has nothing to do with Melaka Fray, a small-time thief who's only interested in looking out for herself. However, when a demon proclaims her the Slayer and a mysterious enemy starts gunning for her, Melaka knows that it's time to fight or die. Even if she's more concerned about getting paid first.
Melaka doesn't care about being poor. All she wants is the adrenaline rush that comes from fighting and falling off extremely tall buildings. Caustic, blunt and snarky, Melaka doesn't trust anyone, preferring to keep everyone, even her family, at a very long arm's length. She's slowly learning about her new life and the person she has to be, not always sure what "magic" and "powers" really are or what exactly she needs to do besides busting heads. Morally ambiguous and independent, Melaka does look out for the weak in her own way. If that means breaking some limbs, then go figure.
Note - Because this is a Joss Whedon canon, Melaka's slang doesn't resemble ours at all. Lurks = Vampires and Scopes = Movies.
Sample Post:
Bad day.
Started out bad when I lost my original target. It got better when I fell off the van while trying to hack a Lurk to pieces. After watching him try and find his arm, I decided to help him out by picking up his arm and beating him with it. I have to get my kicks somehow and this is one way of doing it. For anyone else, falling off a moving vehicle in the sky involves a lot of pain and a lot of "Who am I" and "Where am I". Having a naturally hard head helps me remember who I am. Unfortunately, I have no idea where I am. But that's less of a problem and more of an adventure. Maybe some day my adventures will start when I get out of bed instead of me hanging for my life. . . . Actually no, I'd hate that a lot. But it would be an unusual change.
Let's head back to reality. I sure landed in some weird place. Maybe it's a "dimension" . . . whatever that is. What's the big deal? Sure it has trees and birds and all those lifeforms that you'll only see in scopes. Whenever I do get to see scopes. I'm too low on the food-chain to see moving pictures. Anyway, trees are in huge demand and I could use the ammo. Maybe I could take just one. I mean, it's not like anyone's going to notice. I could totally pull off stealing a tree and getting home in one piece. Last thing I need is "magic" to do . . . terrible magic-ky things to me. If this world wants to beat me down, I'll beat it up right back.
Thank you super strength for helping me cut down and carry this tree! Never leave home without it. Now to get this back home and past the . . . hordes of monsters heading my way. Weird looking monsters though, weirder than usual. I mean, they've never been very coordinated and wow, some guy's eye just popped out. You know what, I'll just wait here until they arrive. It's not like I'm going to lose. Come on. Attack me. I'm a helpless little girl holding a tree as a weapon.
I dare you.
(In with 39/7 over here)
