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 Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 5:20 pm
So, I'm trying to make a return to rping so I'm just gonna post my profiles and stuff that I'm workshopping here.
Nothing to see here, shoo shoo!!!
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 11:07 am
Gaia Username: IGmangachick
Wanted Legacy/Villain: Wonder Girl
RP Sample: (619 words)
The bar was quiet, only the owner and her most loyal patron were sitting in the warm basement. The old man at the end of the bar was asleep, hugging his flagon close against his forehead like a lost love, or at least the best he could in his drunken stupor. He’d been a customer so long he was just a fixture of the bar at that point, and Leanna no longer thought to wake him when he was in that state. The owner was seated on a stool at the opposite side of the bar, her feet resting on the lower ledge of the wood bar where a hollowed gap offered a near perfect rest for her shoes. In her hands was a thick shot glass which she was working away at with a damp rag, trying to scrape the sugar crystal remnants from its last drink off the surface of the glass. Over her head a small radio played the local jazz station at a hushed hum, making the room feel warm and inviting.
Just as she set the glass down on the shelf, the radio show host announced the time. Two o’clock. Raising an eyebrow, Leanna looked to the old man to see if he’d wake on his own, but when he failed to react she turned to the small bowl of peanuts sitting on the counter a few inches away. She tossed one, hitting the man square in the forehead and bouncing to land in his drink. “John. It’s closing time. You’ll set your daughter in a panic again if you don’t head home.” She called, crossing the distance and placing a hand on his shoulder. With a rough shake he woke and looked to her, offering a drunken smile before stumbling to his feet and out the door. Once he’d gone, Leanna set to work clearing off the bar, wiping down the cool surface and sweeping the floor of peanut shells and dirt that collected from patron’s feet. The tip jar was emptied, another night with little to show for it, but she didn’t complain.
Giving the place one last look over, Leanna nodded slightly then flicked the light switch and hurried up the back stairs through the locked door to her apartment. It was warm here, the walls painted a soft burgundy and a space heater in the corner made the little apartment feel much larger than it was. There were three rooms aside from the bathroom, a kitchen the size of a pantry, a bedroom just large enough for a full size bed and a single dresser (no closet), and the living room which was more like a sitting area. Leanna took up her spot on the futon and drew a small red leather bound book off the coffee table. Beside it sat a red pen, which she took in her left hand and uncapped with her teeth while her right hand thumbed through the books pages for her spot. On the first blank page she wrote the date on the top line, followed by a short Nothing. Again. With her notes taken, she recapped the pen and set it on the table with the book just the way she’d found them. Just to the right of them was the remote to a small television, no bigger than the radio she’d stashed on the upper shelf of her bar. She took the remote in hand and flipped through the channels to the news, but once she’d found the channel Leanna paid it no mind. To the sound of the newscasters ranting Leanna laid down and rested her head against the one throw pillow she had and let sleep claim her.
Are you a fan of the series, are you familiar with this character? 100% honest, not super familiar. Wikipedia is kind of my only source of knowledge.
Do you promise to be as active as possible if we grant you this privilege? That is why I'm taking a Legacy rather than going completely Original, it makes me be responsible so I'll likely err on the side of active.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 11:29 am
 [General Information]
Name: Leanna Morgan
Nicknames: Lee, Ane
Titles: Wonder Girl
Age: 23
Birthday: July 1st
Star Sign: Cancer
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Moral Alignment: Good/Independent
[Personal Information] Occupation: Bar Keeper, information dealer
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Likes:
-- Starry nights. There's something calming about getting lost in the star maps of the sky.
-- Sober patrons. Oh yes, they're hard to get information from, but they tend to be a lot more fun than drunk John Doe sitting in the corner with his head against the bar and a solid trail of tears leaking out his eyes.
-- Stories. Even if they aren't true, Leanna will happily settle in to hear the tales of superheroes, princesses, and knights. She's become a bit of a curator of fairy tales and the like.
-- Her motorcycle. Hey, every hero has to have at least some form of alternate transportation, and there's nothing more freeing than the wind in your hair on the open road.
Dreams: To live a good life and go on acting like nothing is special about her or anyone else in the world.
Dislikes:
--Children. It's a given that some people just don't like kids, but Leanna straight up hates them. They break everything, and act so entitled like the world owes them everything.
--Obnoxious People. Like children, boisterous people often think they're entitled or that the world has been so terrible to them that everyone else around them owes them something. Leanna has no sympathy for these kinds of people; if you want your life to be in a better place, do something for yourself.
--Gotham. Nothing good ever came out of Gotham, and she doubts anything good ever will.
Fears:
-- Closed spaces. After spending hours cowering in the back of a dark van, she was bound to find a disliking for tight spaces, but it's beyond that, to the point she often has panic attacks whenever she feels confined. Anything smaller than a bathroom makes her skin crawl.
-- Losing Control. This terrifies her from many different aspects. Not only does she not want anyone to find out her secret, as they would if she couldn't control it anymore, but losing control also means losing herself to this power, and she never wants to know what it's like to not be herself.
--Reuniting with her mother. If that woman is still alive, Leanna wants nothing to do with her. If they did meet again, she wouldn't know what to say, how to react, or how to feel. It's much easier not knowing if she's even alive.
Darkest Secret: Well, seeing as no one in central knows she's Wonder girl, that's a pretty big secret.
Favourite Food: Stuffed Peppers, Crab cakes
Favourite Drink: Rum Punch, Tequila with Lime
Least Favourite Food: Brussels Sprouts, Plain white rice
Least Favourite Drink: Bourbon/Whiskey
Loyalties: Leanna is loyal to herself above all else, and will let someone else die if it means saving her own skin.
Intelligence Level: Somewhere between street smart and book smart. She may not be a math and science genius, but if you need someone who can get you out of a room with no walls, she's your girl.
Dominant Hand: Left
Strengths: She's strong willed and has a knack for speaking in a way that makes people listen, often getting her out of altercations without raising her fists. Not to mention working a business of gathering information does offer her advantages at times.
Weaknesses: Leanna is emotionally closed off, which makes it difficult for her to make any lasting bonds. Her wish to hide her alternate identity can also be a detriment to her in many scenarios.
Cherished Items:
-- A hello kitty pen. It doesn't write anymore, but it's one of the few things she gathered from her father's home that reminded her of her childhood. She often skewers it through her hair when she's trying to get work done.
-- A red bandanna. It was once a gang symbol, then it was a gag while she was tied up in the cargo hold of an airplane. It's been a lot of places with her, and always seems to make it out in one piece the same as she does.
Philosophical/ Social Viewpoint:
Hard work is the only way to the top. Sure luck can lend a hand, but if you really want to go from the gutters of Gotham to high life anywhere else, work is a requirement.
Religious Viewpoint:
Leanna abandoned religion when she joined a gang at the age of 14. Since then she's ceased to believe in a higher power. If there are gods out there, they don't care about the lives of mere humans, and she's just fine with that.
Romantic Viewpoint:
Love will come with time. Leanna hasn't given up on love at all, despite what happened with her mother, her father gave everything to take care of her, so she does believe that there are some people who would do anything for the people they love, though they are few and far between. Because of that Leanna often has an over romanticized view of dating, and has a hard time finding anyone who really fits her description of a "perfect lover" worth dating.
Personality
Leanna tends to be very chatty but not very open. She always tries to be a good person all around, making her easy to talk to but not easy to get to know personally. She likes information trade, so her job is a perfect fit for her as its the easiest way to have people telling all their secrets without giving away any of her own. Other than that, Leanna is generally just friendly, occasionally flirtatious with people on the streets, and only surrenders to anger when she feels threatened, when her instincts kick in. The one thing she has no tolerance for is children, anyone under the age of 18 tends to pick her nerves and she can get very aggressive with opinionated brats faster than their aged counterparts. There are, of course, a few exceptions, being that adults who act like children she has little tolerance for, and those who do fit such a description are guaranteed to never be granted re-entry to her bar, ever.
Biography
As much as Leanna likes to pretend she's normal, her past is anything but. It started the same way as everyone else, a baby in her mother's arms driving to their suburban home from the hospital. She spent the first few years of her life with a white picket fence, a dog big enough to ride on, and two loving parents who would do anything to see their little girl laugh. Then, just like any other normal people her father had to move for work, so they laid their old dog to rest, packed up the house, and within a fortnight had set up house in a small apartment in Gotham. Her mother hated it there, far too dark and horrid for her taste, and to raise a six year old there was not in her list of ideal scenarios. One night, well past dark when the rest of the house was asleep she slipped out. Leanna and her father woke to her mother's absence, and were faced with the harsh reality: she would never return to them.
The following years were not so kind. The Morgan family was down to two, but Leanna and her father tried to get by as well as they could. Liam worked long shifts to pay for his daughters schooling, and often picked up a second job to afford the comfortable life style Leanna had grown accustomed to. He had no time for a love life or spending quality time with his daughter, so Leanna was left to her own devices most of the time. As a child that wasn't so bad, she'd run home from school and sit for tea and homework at the neighbors apartment, but the older she grew those childish actions suited her less and less.
At the age of 14, the absence of a father figure lead Leanna to the streets where she joined a gang and learned her way around the shadier side of the world. Within the year she dropped out of school and was working the streets gathering information, spying on rival gangs, and handing out her fair share of beat downs. But none of it was without it's consequences, for as many beat downs as she handed out she was given them back ten fold, and was in and out of jail for a large part of her adolescent life. It was in one such trip to the penitentiary that a horribly corrupt prison guard turned her life around, though not in the way he had expected. During a recess in the yard, the guard dragged her away from her block mates and tossed the terrified girl into a work van. Without anyone noticing, she was gone, driven out of the city in the back of a grounds keepers van while still dressed in her prison orange.
It was a long drive, and at some point she must have fallen asleep, because her vague memory of the events put her in the cargo hold of an airplane at three in the morning, 30,000 feet above the pacific. Her hands and feet were tied, her mouth gagged by a thick cotton bandanna, her orange striped away leaving her in only the under clothes she'd been permitted to keep on by the prison officers the morning before. She was cold, scared, and alone, with no real free range of movement but to roll about on the floor; thankfully that was enough. The rope on her wrist caught the sharp edge of a metal beam and cut, along with a bit of her hand, the rope to release her arms, and in turn, the rest of her body from the restraints. Being the 16 year old she was, her first thought was to find pants before an escape plan. It was in rummaging the cargo hold that she found an old wooden crate, sealed tight with nails and bold black print saying "do not open." Now like any curious adolescent, especially one with a history in prison, she was drawn to it and managed to break the top open to find the contents inside, a pair of rusting, ancient armbands.
perhaps the most foolish thing she'd ever done, looking back on it, Leanna slipped the bands past her hands each in turn, and realized just why they were labelled so dangerously. A metallic shimmer climbed off the bracers and covered her skin, transforming her clothes and granting her a strength she never could have imagined. As if on instinct, Leanna took her new found gift and put it to use immediately, forcing her way out of the plane and into the open air where she found she could fly freely. Not knowing where she had found herself, the teen took a very rough shakedown flight to the nearest land mass.
In the following year she spent time in the rice fields of Thailand, learning to use the armor and control it. When the land owners grew tired of her presence she flew off to the next island and the next until she was 18 and could handle herself enough to make a return to Gotham. What she found in Gotham, however, was not what she'd been hoping for. The apartment she'd once called home had burned to the ground some time in her absence, her gang had been killed off and the remaining members had scattered to the corners of the earth for the safety of their lives. Her father had taken up residency in a single room apartment, and was an exhausted and broken man when she returned to him. Cancer was slowly claiming his life, such that the little time Leanna had with her father was spent in and out of hospitals until it finally claimed him and left the young woman truly alone.
Without anyone to turn to or anywhere to hide, Lee gathered the few items of hers that were still lying about her fathers home before she left Gotham, for what she hoped to be the last time. Looking for a new start, she turned to Central City. It wasn't much, but the homeless shelter offered her a bed and a fresh start to return to her education. She took a year to receive her GED while working a boring factory job to pay for a tiny apartment, then crept her way through the lower levels of a crappy corporate job to afford the basement of her apartment building and transform it into a small bar. With her bar started, she gave up on corporate work and learned to love the information trade of drunk patrons. Thus where she stays now, lying low in her underground bar in Central City, never bothering to step out as a crime fighter, and never daring to tell anyone her little secret.
[Relationship Information]
Friends:
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Enemies:
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Family:
○ Liam Morgan | Civilian | Father (deceased) Liam is the only parental figure Leanna has a memory of. He passed when she was 19, leaving Leanna without anymore family to turn to.
○ Gabriella Morgan | Civilian | Mother (disappeared) To the best of her knowledge, Leanna's mother is no longer alive. The woman left when she was seven and never returned. Leanna barely even remembers what her face looks like, and she would be happy to never be reminded.
Romantic Relationships:
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[Weapon information]
○ Silent Armor: An alien armor that hides, invisible, on the wearers skin when they are fully in control and choose to keep it hidden. When manifested, it appears as a gold or silver armor and grants the wearer a range of abilities.
○ War Bracelets: Meant to work with the Silent armor, the war bracelets remain invisible on their wearer unless called upon when they manifest in conjunction with the armor to generate arm bracers to defend Leanna.
○ Wonder Girl's Lariat: a long thread of the silent armor that can be used independent from the armor. It drains life energy from anything it touches.
[Ability Information]
○ Flight: This ability granted by the silent armor allows Leanna a free range of motion in the air.
○ Force Field: a barrier which deflects incoming attacks and can be cast on herself by using the silent armor.
○ Superhuman Strength: This one packs a real punch, literally. Using the enforcement of the armor, Leanna is granted extreme strength with which she can bust through walls and break more than a few bones, among other things.
[Weakness Information]
○ Reliance on Armor: The silent armor is her only source of power, without it Leanna is entirely powerless.
○ Lacking Willpower: As is the weakness of most object users, willpower is the only way to maintain one's sanity and well being when using the silent armor. If she loses that, Leanna is likely to lose everything. The silent armor can be very draining at times, so it can place a toll on both her physical and mental state to maintain control.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2015 11:23 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2015 3:03 pm
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