Post by Teagan Cavanaugh on Aug 19, 2012 17:49:45 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Teagan Jade Cavanaugh
★ NICKNAME: N/A
★ MEMBER GROUP: Gijinka
★ POKEMON: Zorua
★ STATUS Illegal
★ AGE: Nineteen
★ HEIGHT: 5’5”
★ WEIGHT: 115 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Blue from Wolf’s Rain
★ APPEARANCE:
Everything about Teagan comes off as nondescript. This is intentionally so, as it allows her to be able to sneak around with more ease. Due to an expansive amount of time spent outside, her skin is deeply bronze. Well, what skin can be seen. Most of her body is covered by a long, dark jacket that falls a few inches above her knees. Over the knee black socks cover up the remaining few inches and tuck into knee-high boots that have seen better days. Fingerless, worn gloves cover her hands. When her jacket is not on, a sleeveless shirt and shorts are seen underneath it (with warmer clothing filched when necessary.)
Her face has a severe sort of prettiness to it. Within a heart-shaped face that forever appears pinched and stressed, there are thin lips, a high-set nose, and a pair of bright blue eyes that are arguably her only noticeable feature. While Teagan could be considered pretty were she to smile, such a feat continues to be rare and a sneer is much more likely to be seen instead. Teagan seems to be in a permanent bad mood, and her face shows this, when there’s not a mask of nonchalance in place. She has brown black hair that tends to fall into her eyes and is styled as if it had been cut by several Scyther, and usually is kept pushed back by the scarf that hangs around her neck when not tied around her head.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Clever
- Resourceful
- Quick-witted
- Confident
- Seductive
- Protective
- Adaptable
★ NEGATIVE:
- Self-centered
- Blasé
- Dismissive
- Over-confident
- Brash
- Loner
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- collects trash and stores in the pockets of her jacket.
- Tugs on her earlobe when she’s stressed or nervous.
- Whenever she’s thinking about something or plotting, Teagan chews on things. Whether it’s the end of her scarf or her nails or a pencil, it’ll get chewed on eventually.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Teagan almost oozes confidence. Whether it’s the way she moves with no sign of hunching visible in her posture or in that she’ll meet anyone’s gaze head on, her confidence is normally the first thing someone will notice about her. It takes a lot to have her back down from a fight, and she’ll go toe to toe with just about anyone regardless of their size. However, she does tend to overestimate her abilities a lot, a little too cocky and headstrong at times, and that’s usually when it comes crashing down around her.
Teagan certainly does seem to have a tongue on her. Quick to lash out with a cutting remark or a scathing comeback, she’s unfraid of narrowing in on someone’s weak point if they irritate her too much, if only to make them back off. She’ll toss out a comeback quick as a flash if needed, off the top of head, though she saves the truly insulting ones for those she doesn’t like and annoy her. She’s never been an overly chatty person, though she will talk when she has to or is in the rare mood, and isn’t afraid to seem overly bitchy to get someone to shut up.
Teagan has a knack for being able to turn anything into something she could use. Even if she may not know what to do with it when she picks it up, chances are she’ll try to find a use for it at some point, whether it’s stopping a chair from rocking or setting up a rudimentary alarm system. The pockets on her jacket tend to jingle with the various different knick knacks she’s picked up. The fact she does this tends to be a sensitive spot for her and she’ll doubtlessly snap at someone if they make a comment about it, though she’s more likely to sneer and wait until she can show exactly why she does such a thing.
No matter the situation, Teagan seems to have a plan already in motion. Clever in both words and actions, she seems to have a vast amount of knowledge (though half of it, she manages to fake rather well). When she happens to be in a tight spot, she’s talented at being able to think on her feet to adjust to any new problems. However, she tends to be poor at thinking of way to include multiple people, due to conditioning herself to think only of herself.
Due to her tendency of thinking of herself first and everyone second, Teagan is very stand offish. She doesn’t make friends easily and dislikes large crowds. In a crisis, it is a rare occasion in which she will think about someone other than herself first, and if need be, she’s willing to leave someone behind in order to get away with nary a niggle on her conscience. It can take a lot for her to decide someone’s worth her time and only then will she even attempt to factor them into her plans.
Perhaps due to the Zorua blood running through her veins or the fact that she is still a teenager despite how little she acts like one, Teagan does have a mischievous side, though one very rarely seen. She has been known to prank someone, either because she finds them irritating or because it’s some bizarre way of showing that they don’t irritate her. They vary depending on how effort she bothers to put into them, but she does have a particular knack for being able to pull them off rather well.
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H I S T O R Y
- Raised almost entirely by a single dad struggling to get by most of the time, he taught his daughter to be self-sufficient from an early age. While she wasn’t lacking in a childhood, she did tend to terrorize most of the children she tried to play with to the point they avoided her stringently. As a result, she spent more time with her dad learning various different talents than she did doing anything she deemed to be “silly kid stuff.”
- As news of the virus spread, Teagan and her father packed up to move out of the city she had spent the first several years of her life in to a small country home with the intention of being able to avoid it. This succeeded with a certain amount of luck as they somehow managed to avoid most of the virus for little over a year. However, just when her father had begun to think the worst was over, people in the small town began displaying the first symptoms.
- Before either of them could begin to show any symptoms, her father used his remaining money to send Teagan away to stay with an old family friend, though he is forced to stay behind due to the fact he wasn’t able to buy a ticket for himself. Of course, this woman had three children of her own and wasn’t exactly thrilled about having yet another mouth to feed but her complaints died down once she saw Teagan hand over a small bag of rice that she had managed to filch at some point the night before. Due to the even more strained pseudo family dynamic, Teagan becomes even more independent.
- Teagan received news that her father had indeed caught the virus and passed on. In that same week, she punched out the oldest son of the family friend for getting too handsy. This almost got her kicked out of the house, but by some miracle, she wound up staying. As she continued to mourn her father, Teagan started to stockpile her own food whenever she finds extra after deciding that she would leave as soon as she was prepared to, which inevitably lead to her sneaking out at night and stealing food whenever she could.
- Finally, after two years of painstakingly storing food and money, the just barely teenager snuck out under cover of darkness and disappeared. Very quickly, she goes to Epispect to see about having the blood of a pokemon implanted inside of her, having already decided the pros outweighed the cons. However, due to either her age or the fact they were no longer desperate for volunteers or perhaps both, she was turned down almost immediately.
- Undeterred, Teagan found out about illegal implantation of pokemon DNA through the grapevine and immediately began to search for a black market dealer to buy from. It took months to be able to successfully locate one, due to their secrecy and her own inexperience but after they took all of the money she had managed to save up and some of the food she used as a bargaining chip, she found herself being injected with the blood of a Zorua in a gritty, filthy back room. The operation nearly killed her.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Tilani~
★ AGE: Twenty.
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Not right now. c:
★ RP SAMPLE:
Adjusting the collar of his hoodie to where it hid the noticeable hickey, left by the teeth of the girl who had been nice enough to share her bed with him last night, Jae Hwa gave one last look into the mirror to double check one last time that the outfit he had almost literally thrown on didn’t look dirty at all. Deciding that the normal outfit of a worn hoodie that was a comfortable size too big and dark wash jeans with the knees ripped out didn’t look or smell funky, Jae Hwa turned away from the mirror with his interest in his appearance promptly over.
Having just returned back to the dorms a little while before after having gone out with friends and gone back to some strange girl’s home, he was only faintly surprised to not see the dorm completely trashed upon his arrival. Juhyun had always been, well, lazy and it wasn’t uncommon to see things left where they landed, regardless of how far away they landed from their intended place. And while Jae Hwa was most certainly not obsessed with cleaning himself (as his own room could contest), it never stopped being rather disconcerting to find the television remote on the floor in the kitchen.
And while there were one and a half pairs of shoes instead of two full pairs and he still hadn’t been able to find the remote, the dorm was left mostly untouched.
A quick glance through both the kitchen and his own private stash informed him that there was absolutely nothing in the dorm he was in the mood to eat (his guilty sweet tooth flaring up) and that a quick trip up to the store was indeed in order. Maybe if he was lucky, he could manage to convince Juhyun to get off his ass and come with him. At the very least, he could see if there was anything Juhyun wanted and that he could afford.
Padding down the hallway in slippered feet, Jae Hwa knocked on the door belonging to Juhyun’s dorm sharply with his knuckles. Without waiting to be allowed in, he twisted the doorknob and pushed. The first thing he saw was, of course, Juhyun sprawled on his bed and the quiet sounds of the television going on, and he hesitated for a moment without saying a word. Had he been sleeping? Much as the extra arms and company would be appreciated, he wasn’t mean enough to wake someone up to drag them out.
But then he saw Juhyun’s eyes flicker open and tension slid out of the lines of his body slightly. Not asleep, just lazy. Jae Hwa took a moment to assess the feline features of his partner. The younger boy was gorgeous, he could admit it; the same, detached way an artist could admit to the beauty of his rival’s latest piece. While Jae Hwa leaned mostly towards women, it didn’t prevent him from being well aware of how much had gone right in Juhyun’s DNA. Full of sensuous lines and confident seduction, Juhyun was every boy and girl’s wet dream.
”Hey,” he began, clearing his throat to both announce his presence once more and veer his thoughts back to the present instead of lingering on the way Juhyun’s eyelashes looked against his skin. ”I was thinking of going to the store. Want anything or to come with?”
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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