Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2013 20:13:55 GMT -5
Quote: "I can do this myself, or you can get yourself killed trying to help me."
Name: Tara Lynn Sullivan
Age: 17
Physical Appearance: A girl of muscular build, Tara stands at about 5"6. Her skin is fair and is lacking in freckles and other beauty marks. She sports a strong jawline, and turquoise eyes with thick lashes. Her lips are rather feminine, as are her brows. Her nose is roughly around average sized. Long, dark brown locks fall just past her shoulders, though you'd rarely ever see them worn down. Tara tends to pull her hair back into a ponytail rather than leave it down. Her hair is parted to the left side (her right) of her face, and she has bangs that she allows to sit freely on her forehead. Makeup is rarely applied to her face, unless it's a special occasion or she feels the need to impress someone.
Her attire consists mostly of plain tank tops, as she believes graphic tees are a bit "unprofessional." She usually wears jeans for pants, and as far as shoes go, she's not a fan of "fancy shoes." She would much rather prefer wearing her black combat boots or nothing at all. One of the most noticeable things about her is a set of dog tags around her neck with her father's name engraved onto them.
One thing that's not as noticeable is a tattoo on her back. A rather large tattoo running along her spine, it depicts tribal styled black wings. When wearing a tank top, one can is able to see the tips of the wings on her back if they look hard enough. If the coloring of her shirt is light enough, you might see the whole thing.
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Personality: Tara has a tough-as-nails exterior that she wears when she's around strangers. She uses a sharp tongue and bitter attitude to throw people off. If they stick around, she typically lightens up quite a bit. She has a rather sarcastic and cynical view on the world. Sometimes, she can be extremely unpleasant and demand that she does things on her own, but she typically has good intentions despite her attitude, such as not wanting to risk someone else's life or hurt someone by caring too much. Tara doesn't take loss very well, and if someone she cares about is gone, she does her best to keep their memory alive somehow. Once one gets past her tough exterior, it's easy to see that she's frightened by the thought of losing those closest to her, and that she cares too much about people.
It also might be a good thing to note that she likes being called by either her last name or "Sharpshooter," and that she calls others either by their last names or nickname.
History: Born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts, Tara was the only child of Brenda and Richard "Rick" Sullivan. She was close with her father, despite having to watch him leave constantly thanks to his work in the army. It was rough for a six year old Tara to find out that he had died overseas, not to mention how bad it was for her mother. Without her father around, Tara began looking up to her paternal uncle as a father figure. Since he too was in the military, she grew up with heavy army influence. Her mother was miserable, and as Tara got older, she often had to help her mother get through the days.
As soon as Tara hit high school, she was quick to participate in the military programs and classes the school provided. Other than those classes, Tara didn't think much of school. She had a tendency to be around guys more than other girls, finding that it was easier to hang out with guys than have slumber parties with other girls. Once Tara hit seventeen, she begged her mother to allow her to enlist, but her mother told her to wait until she was eighteen first. Reluctantly, Tara dropped the subject.
Then she arrived in Chicago out of nowhere one day. Not willing to give up the opportunity to participate in a war, she joined the Critic's side and has stuck around ever since she found herself lost.
Allies: Critic's army, her mother, her pet rottweiler Spike back home
Enemies: Ask That Guy's army, Facilier's army
Plans: TBA
Sample Post: The teen held her hand up to her bleeding nostrils, wincing with every step she took towards her bed. Tara took quite the beating during the last fight. Wounds were exposed on her skin, and it made her regret her decision to wear a tank top. Bruises were painted on her arms, crimson droplets ran down the wounds on her cheeks. Would she ask for a band-aid? Not at all. In fact, she practically yelled at a nurse to not give her treatment. She could toughen this out by herself. She had to.
With a groan, she laid back on her bed and stared upwards at the ceiling. She lifted her hand from her nose, aquamarine eyes glaring at the scarlet stains wrapped around her hand. "The hell were you thinking, kid? 'Oh, it'll be a great idea to go fight against this guy twice your size, why not see if I can get killed while fighting him?' Jesus, Sullivan," she hissed at herself, no longer caring if someone was listening to her scold herself. She screwed up. That was all that needed to be said. Nobody had to waste their medical equipment trying to help her out. There were others who needed it more than her.
She just had to tough it out and hope she hadn't broken anything in her body.
Name: Tara Lynn Sullivan
Age: 17
Physical Appearance: A girl of muscular build, Tara stands at about 5"6. Her skin is fair and is lacking in freckles and other beauty marks. She sports a strong jawline, and turquoise eyes with thick lashes. Her lips are rather feminine, as are her brows. Her nose is roughly around average sized. Long, dark brown locks fall just past her shoulders, though you'd rarely ever see them worn down. Tara tends to pull her hair back into a ponytail rather than leave it down. Her hair is parted to the left side (her right) of her face, and she has bangs that she allows to sit freely on her forehead. Makeup is rarely applied to her face, unless it's a special occasion or she feels the need to impress someone.
Her attire consists mostly of plain tank tops, as she believes graphic tees are a bit "unprofessional." She usually wears jeans for pants, and as far as shoes go, she's not a fan of "fancy shoes." She would much rather prefer wearing her black combat boots or nothing at all. One of the most noticeable things about her is a set of dog tags around her neck with her father's name engraved onto them.
One thing that's not as noticeable is a tattoo on her back. A rather large tattoo running along her spine, it depicts tribal styled black wings. When wearing a tank top, one can is able to see the tips of the wings on her back if they look hard enough. If the coloring of her shirt is light enough, you might see the whole thing.
Picture:
Personality: Tara has a tough-as-nails exterior that she wears when she's around strangers. She uses a sharp tongue and bitter attitude to throw people off. If they stick around, she typically lightens up quite a bit. She has a rather sarcastic and cynical view on the world. Sometimes, she can be extremely unpleasant and demand that she does things on her own, but she typically has good intentions despite her attitude, such as not wanting to risk someone else's life or hurt someone by caring too much. Tara doesn't take loss very well, and if someone she cares about is gone, she does her best to keep their memory alive somehow. Once one gets past her tough exterior, it's easy to see that she's frightened by the thought of losing those closest to her, and that she cares too much about people.
It also might be a good thing to note that she likes being called by either her last name or "Sharpshooter," and that she calls others either by their last names or nickname.
History: Born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts, Tara was the only child of Brenda and Richard "Rick" Sullivan. She was close with her father, despite having to watch him leave constantly thanks to his work in the army. It was rough for a six year old Tara to find out that he had died overseas, not to mention how bad it was for her mother. Without her father around, Tara began looking up to her paternal uncle as a father figure. Since he too was in the military, she grew up with heavy army influence. Her mother was miserable, and as Tara got older, she often had to help her mother get through the days.
As soon as Tara hit high school, she was quick to participate in the military programs and classes the school provided. Other than those classes, Tara didn't think much of school. She had a tendency to be around guys more than other girls, finding that it was easier to hang out with guys than have slumber parties with other girls. Once Tara hit seventeen, she begged her mother to allow her to enlist, but her mother told her to wait until she was eighteen first. Reluctantly, Tara dropped the subject.
Then she arrived in Chicago out of nowhere one day. Not willing to give up the opportunity to participate in a war, she joined the Critic's side and has stuck around ever since she found herself lost.
Allies: Critic's army, her mother, her pet rottweiler Spike back home
Enemies: Ask That Guy's army, Facilier's army
Plans: TBA
Sample Post: The teen held her hand up to her bleeding nostrils, wincing with every step she took towards her bed. Tara took quite the beating during the last fight. Wounds were exposed on her skin, and it made her regret her decision to wear a tank top. Bruises were painted on her arms, crimson droplets ran down the wounds on her cheeks. Would she ask for a band-aid? Not at all. In fact, she practically yelled at a nurse to not give her treatment. She could toughen this out by herself. She had to.
With a groan, she laid back on her bed and stared upwards at the ceiling. She lifted her hand from her nose, aquamarine eyes glaring at the scarlet stains wrapped around her hand. "The hell were you thinking, kid? 'Oh, it'll be a great idea to go fight against this guy twice your size, why not see if I can get killed while fighting him?' Jesus, Sullivan," she hissed at herself, no longer caring if someone was listening to her scold herself. She screwed up. That was all that needed to be said. Nobody had to waste their medical equipment trying to help her out. There were others who needed it more than her.
She just had to tough it out and hope she hadn't broken anything in her body.