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James too frowned at the roughness of her voice. It was ghastly, and meant what? Was she really that sick all of a sudden? She really had an awful constitution then to be exposed to all of this. He felt bad. It had barely been a week of this nonsense and now suddenly it seemed like it was coming to a head like this. A lot of his life was suddenly spilling out into hers and it was really weird, really vulnerable to think about. He didn't like it.
Presently Maria reached out and tugged on his sleeve, his brows arching as he looked at her. What did that mean now? It had taken on a couple meanings recently.
[font "Times" The individuals around the table consisted of ___ individuals. The most noticable was either Dr. Arndt from earlier; the glass of his daftpunk masked face glinting in the slanted light, or it was the woman in full niqab; her black shrouds showing only a sliver of sharp, dark eyes.
The others consisted of a group of myriad individuals. A tall, androgynous type of individual in a dark, sleek suit with a red tie sat next to the woman in niqab. Their pale face was shifting, anxious eyes taking in the new individual. Beside them sat a young man; angular, typically handsome for what somehow in either his stature or his features identified him as an englishman. Dark hair as well, long and swept behind his ears to fall down his back. Analytical, strangely light tawny eyes glanced over her as he seemed to consider her features.
Next to him sat a small, but muscular, compact Asian woman with judgmental eyes glancing over everything from Florence's outfit to her stance. A tiny, angry, built Lucy Liu from Kill Bill Vol. 1, sans the kimono. She sported a white blouse, under which sprouted two shiny, metallic arms in a sleek prosthesis. Next to her sat an incredibly goth looking young woman She was chewing gum, peering at Florence through sunglasses. Inside a room without windows. With something that strongly resembled Starbucks iced coffee sweating all over the nice, black tabletop.
On the other side of the table was seated two black women roughly around the others' age. They resembled one another sharply; medium tone skin. One with a decidedly more sleek, black turtleneck, undercut, natural hair in a punk pouf about one side of her head, wire rim glasses, and elbows on the table than the one next to her. She was in a pastel bubblegum pink sweater-blouse with a little, prim collar and one of those annoyingly adorable pixie haircuts that made her light hair look feathery and soft and... it better be a wig, that's nice hair. She sat with her hands in her lap. Prim. Adorable. Bright pink lips. Pearl drop earrings. Put. Together.
Next came Draco Malfoy as James Bond. He grinned a little upon being looked at again. Beside him was the epitome of a millenial introvert. Cross legged on the chair, concentration deep into whatever hideously mechanical contraption was seated in her lap. Milky brown skin and dark, messy but nicely messy. The cleanliness of this obvious shut-in was a nice addition. This one showered, [i and] wore clean clothes! A blue button up shirt with a little spaceship embroidered to be coming out of the pocket, and those sort of black jeggings that almost looked like skinny jeans-- except this chick was crisscross applesauce, so obviously not denim or that wouldn't be happening.
And lastly was White Boy Model No. 1 in a collarless, nicely structured suit jacket in different, figure complimenting blocks of medium, light, and dark gray over a white button up and a tie [i with] a tie pin. He was forgettably handsome; brown eyes and hair, sat ridiculously prim and at attention and was exploring Florence as curiously as she was exploring him.
character reference pictures: Johnny Weir
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[B Character Chart]
Character’s full name:
Reason or meaning of name:
Reason for nickname:
[B Physical appearance]
How old does he/she appear:
Shape of face:
Glasses or contacts:
Type of hair:
Usual fashion of dress:
Jewelry or accessories:
Good personality traits:
Bad personality traits:
Mood character is most often in:
Sense of humor:
Character’s greatest joy in life:
Character’s greatest fear:
What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?
Character is most at ease when:
Most ill at ease when:
Depressed or sad when:
If granted one wish, it would be:
Character’s soft spot:
Is this soft spot obvious to others?
Greatest vulnerability or weakness:
Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about:
Character’s darkest secret:
Does anyone else know?
Drives and motivations:
Long term goals:
How the character plans to accomplish these goals:
How other characters will be affected:
Type of childhood:
Most important childhood memory:
Currently living with:
Relationship with her:
Relationship with him:
Relationship with them:
Relationship with him/her:
Relationship with them:
Other important family members:
Least favorite color:
Form of entertainment:
Mode of transportation:
Most prized possession:
Plays a musical instrument?
Plays a sport?
How he/she would spend a rainy day:
What does he/she do too much of?
What does he/she do too little of?
Extremely skilled at:
Extremely unskilled at:
Usual body posture:
Optimist or pessimist?
Introvert or extrovert?
Daredevil or cautious?
Logical or emotional?
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?
Prefers working or relaxing?
Confident or unsure of himself/herself?
How he/she feels about himself/herself:
One word the character would use to describe self:
One paragraph description of how the character would describe self:
What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?
What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?
What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?
What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?
How does the character think others perceive him/her:
What would the character most like to change about himself/herself:
[B Relationships with others]
Opinion of other people in general:
Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?
Person character most hates:
Person character goes to for advice:
Person character feels responsible for or takes care of:
Person character feels shy or awkward around:
Person character openly admires:
Person character secretly admires:
Most important person in character’s life before story starts:
After story starts:
Possible Character: based off of Patricia Morrison [pic https://40.media.tumblr.com/5e10a5dbe6f6126b8ece6921c8c48041/tumblr_mm8jniDjTG1reezyco1_500.jpg] [pic https://40.media.tumblr.com/b8db63736360e199c7e86dfd6ee6d361/tumblr_myna6kzUaB1so1viro1_500.jpg]
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[i Steve R.?]
[font "Times" Some of the Basics;
Full Name -- Gweniviere Franziska Nietzsche
Nickname -- Gwen, Gwennie, Gwennig
Birth Date -- January 6th, 1919
Age -- 97
Birth Place -- Dresden, Germany
Nationality -- German
Race -- Human
Hair Color -- white
Hair Style -- Short. Short on sides, longer on top.
Glasses or Contacts -- Neither
Eye Color -- golden yellow
Skin Tone -- White
Scars or Distinguishing Marks -- Scars litter her body. Notably multiple on throat and chest, right side of mouth, pulling it down slightly, ridge of left cheek bone, above right brow, two across her lips and underneath left eye.
Disabilities -- scar tissue insensitivity, decreased mobility in right hand
Height -- 6'3"
Weight -- close to 200 pounds
Build -- soldierly, working muscular build
Family and Childhood;
Mother -- Tilde C. Brecht (deceased)
Father -- Berndt Nietzsche (dec.)
Mother's Occupation -- homemaker
Father's Occupation -- WWI veteran. Banker
Birth Order -- Youngest
Brothers -- Dietrich, eldest (dec.)
Sisters -- Nadja, middle girl (dec.)
Other Close Family -- deceased
Best Friend -- Hildegarde Schultze (dec.)
Other Friends -- Friede, Dr. Felix Arndt, Laurent
Enemies -- Shahr-Zad Sahar +Too many to list
Pets -- Hermann, a large gray tomcat
Home Life During Childhood -- Sickly, delicate health like her mother, childhood asthma. Loving home, if strained for social/etc. reasons.
Town or City Name(s) -- Prefers to be considered a German.
Favorite Toy or Game -- As a child, she had a doll named Ludie (Ludmilla)
Schooling -- Schooling as a child before her enlistment, and then personal studies and education as needed through Hydra.
Health Problems -- Currently, no physical health problems.
Health Problems (Non-Physical) -- Anxiety, PTSD, depression symptoms
Religion and beliefs -- ex-Catholic
Bad Habits -- Functioning alcoholic, addicted to sex/physical pleasure.
Good Habits -- Optimism, a zealous need to help.
Fears -- Losing her memory, realizing she has wasted her life.
Phobias -- cleithrophobia
Secrets -- Has had to, on orders, kill children.
Regrets -- Many
Pet Peeves -- The arrogant and rude and extremely conservative.
Sexuality -- Pansexual
Day or Night Person -- Night
Introvert or Extrovert -- Introverted extrovert.
Optimist or Pessimist -- Pessimistic optimist.
Likes and Styles;
Music -- Whatever catches her interest, with special preference towards classical and old jazz.
Books -- Fiction/nonfiction. Mostly history/historical, or hatever catches her interest.
Foods -- Relatively simple foods, not a fan of excessive spice.
Drinks -- Tea, water, alcohol.
Animals -- Cats, horses, some dogs. Most things gentle, quiet and lap-sized.
Sports -- Swing/ballroom dancing
Favorite Saying -- Who the fuck do you think you are?
Colors -- likes pallettes of grays, blacks and whites accented with singular other colors. Or rich, dark browns and creams.
Home -- Dresden, before family moved to Berlin as a young adolescent.
Household furnishings -- Antiques and functional, simply comfortable couches, chairs and such. A few, large succulent plants. Many, many books on shelves or piled here and there in relative tidiness. Her large, wooden desk in the office.
Favorite Possession -- What family and personal photos she could save. Her brother's wartime diary from Vichy, France.
Children -- None
Relationship with Family -- She has outlived them. Was close to them all, save for her brother, who was rather distant.
Pets -- Tomcat named Hermann
Dream Career -- Stuck where she is, success thereof. Has worked so long as the same thing, cannot imagine herself elsewhere.
Love Life -- Sporadic. Many one-nighters. Reluctant to commit to a relationship, even if physical for fear of emotional attachment.
Hobbies -- Reading, Writing, Dancing, Sight-seeing, Driving
Guilty Pleasure --
Past Careers -- Intelligence agent
Past Lovers -- Shahr-Zad Sahar, Laurent, Laura Rivas, Florence Drake
Biggest Mistakes -- Trusting her superiors
Biggest Achievements -- Getting to see the world, and learning everything she has to form her world view.
Font & Color -- Times & bold
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Pictures -- One
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