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1x1 with roseii
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → 1x1 with roseiiA group of tyrants have acomplished the dream of so many villians... Taking over the world. They rule everything. Everyone. No one is safe from their tyranny. But one group is a team of rebels fighting to take back the world. Sounds cliche? It does to everyone else, too. This group has very a few different squads, each of two or three people. They fight to take down these dictators, and take back Earth.
Will they be able to?
My character:
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Name: Harper Maria Evans
Nickname: Harpy
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual; Panromantic
Nationality: French
Personality: she tends to be a bit of a goofball, making bad jokes and using off-beat humour and subtle irony. Emma has a typical nerd nature in that she is very passive, and she follows commands more easily than the others, complying with commands not because of their logical sense but because she was told to. She's a dorks and a sweetie. She is shy and adorable.
Appearance:
Crush: Open !!
Boy/Girlfriend: Open!!
Other:
-French Accents
-Loves speaking in French
-Love this lil thing
Nickname: Harpy
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual; Panromantic
Nationality: French
Personality: she tends to be a bit of a goofball, making bad jokes and using off-beat humour and subtle irony. Emma has a typical nerd nature in that she is very passive, and she follows commands more easily than the others, complying with commands not because of their logical sense but because she was told to. She's a dorks and a sweetie. She is shy and adorable.
Appearance:
Crush: Open !!
Boy/Girlfriend: Open!!
Other:
-French Accents
-Loves speaking in French
-Love this lil thing
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name: Jessica Adams
nickname: Jess
gender: Female
sexuality: Asexual biromantic
nationality: A mix of russian && norwegian
personality: Kind of a "tsundere",, // Distant // Reserved // Narcissist // Physically strong // Narrow-minded // Unpredictable // Loyal // Sadist
She is usually cold && quiet — the only thing they really are interested in talk with others is the latest gossip, really. They don't like making new friends because they think its a "waste of time", but honestly, she's just rejecting the fact that, maybe, she's just in denial. She is an extreme supporter of whichever side she is on && will challenge / fight anyone who thinks otherwise. Jess likes to exercise as a hobby — it's her time killer — && is a sucker when it comes to looks && aesthetics. They personally think that they are always correct and will not listen to anyone else who has another thought. Jess can be very different && hard to track down what their planning / thinking. Hell, she might even be lying about being loyal && most people would not know. She finds it weird to kill / harm people unless it's her enemy, then she will become very violent.
appearance: (( aa i stg ill draw her l8ter,, )) Jess is a red-head and puts their hair into a tiny ponytail on top of their head. Her hair usually slips out of the ponytail, though, but they usually don't care about it. They have sharp green eyes and a bulky body shape. Their facial expression is almost permanently in a smirk or a deadpan look — it only changes if she's sad, happy, or angry, really. Jess' clothing choice depends on their mood — from a white long sleeved shirt to a hood, it doesn't really matter.
crush: Open
boy/girlfriend: Open,,
other: She generally likes to wrestle and take deals. Their accent is pretty thick, but not thick enough to understand what they are saying.
name: Jessica Adams
nickname: Jess
gender: Female
sexuality: Asexual biromantic
nationality: A mix of russian && norwegian
personality: Kind of a "tsundere",, // Distant // Reserved // Narcissist // Physically strong // Narrow-minded // Unpredictable // Loyal // Sadist
She is usually cold && quiet — the only thing they really are interested in talk with others is the latest gossip, really. They don't like making new friends because they think its a "waste of time", but honestly, she's just rejecting the fact that, maybe, she's just in denial. She is an extreme supporter of whichever side she is on && will challenge / fight anyone who thinks otherwise. Jess likes to exercise as a hobby — it's her time killer — && is a sucker when it comes to looks && aesthetics. They personally think that they are always correct and will not listen to anyone else who has another thought. Jess can be very different && hard to track down what their planning / thinking. Hell, she might even be lying about being loyal && most people would not know. She finds it weird to kill / harm people unless it's her enemy, then she will become very violent.
appearance: (( aa i stg ill draw her l8ter,, )) Jess is a red-head and puts their hair into a tiny ponytail on top of their head. Her hair usually slips out of the ponytail, though, but they usually don't care about it. They have sharp green eyes and a bulky body shape. Their facial expression is almost permanently in a smirk or a deadpan look — it only changes if she's sad, happy, or angry, really. Jess' clothing choice depends on their mood — from a white long sleeved shirt to a hood, it doesn't really matter.
crush: Open
boy/girlfriend: Open,,
other: She generally likes to wrestle and take deals. Their accent is pretty thick, but not thick enough to understand what they are saying.
Harper sat in the underground dorm she shared with an unknown idivdual. They'd be her squad partner and would help her with the rebellion. She shifted, and started to shine her gun with the rag she's been gripping. Her skinny, thin fingers held the rag as it skimmed across the gun's surface. She cleaned the handle, and carefully cleaned the trigger. She made she it was on safety as she set it down. She picked up her other gun, giving it the same, gentle treatment. She loved doing this, she felt like a proud mother. As soon as she finished cleaning her four guns, she stood. Picking them each up, she slid the first two into holders around her waist, and the other two in holders on her thighs. She wore a dress that fanned out to easily hide the weapons. She loved this black turtleneck sweater dress. She wore it often, cleaning it by hand and drying it almost every night. She fiddled with the long sleeves that went past her hands, and smiled. She was glad to be part of this rebellion.
The video went on. It was a video her ... connections had sent to her — to inform them of the recent happenings — which was good news, thank god for Jess — especially since she was part of the rebellion. The video was reporting about how the rebellion was slowly taking back, step by step, the world. Jess then closed her device and tucked it away in their pocket after hearing the reporter sign out — Jess' expression changed slowly into a smirk,, she felt only hatred towards the new rulers, and that was never going to change. As her thoughts swirled around her head, something was nagging at her mind. Jess was confused at what was bothering her so much and started trying to remember what they had not thought of. After pondering for a few minutes, the forgotten thought snapped into the ginger's mind. Her superiors had told her their was a different individual she was paired up with, and she had to go to quarters 307 to find them. Jess felt frustrated at herself for not remembering her orders — how did she forget?? After getting up and putting their cap nack on, she then hurried towards the desired location shortly afterwards.
Upon arrival, Jess knocked on the dorm door, adjusting their clothing — they have to look perfect in order to look formal, after all.
'Okay, beautiful. I can meet up with you in about an hour... How about we go to Kelsey's bar, and go to the upstairs hotel after? (;'
She smiled. That bar was made up of rebels. She could call them and make sure that the murder would be thought of as a suicide. She typed out a quick response...
'M'kay, babe. Sounds grey's! See you then.' She turned off the computer, and stood. She gave Jess a soft smile, and went to the closet. She grabbed a black cocktail dress and black heels, sliding into the bathroom. She changed quickly, and came out to put on the heels. She sat on the bed, and slipped on the high heels.
" It's alright. I'll handle myself here. " Jess replied. As a person who usually preferred to be alone, Jess was used to her co-workers leaving her often,, it was not likely there was going to be any change in that cycle. " I'll ... be seeing you later, then. " Turning her heard down towards her new bed, Jess took out her device and searched for any new news about their success to take back their empire. Her eyes were heavy from staying awake for so long — for the past twenty hours, she had been working and doing things for the rebellion,, and Jess did want to help the cause in any way possible.
Harpy smiled. "See you later." She hummed, grabbing her purse and slipping her hand gun into it. She slipped out of the dorm, and headed out of the base. She walked to the base, her heels clicking on the concrete. She got looks, and walked with more rotation in her hips. She entered the bar, with a wink to the man at the door. He nodded. She sat in an empty booth, waiting for her victim. A man with long black hair and a goatee walked in. His hair was slicked back, and he was in a fancy suit. He sat next to her with a sick smile. "Hey, sexy." He purred. "Hello, baby." Harpy flirted. He grabbed her arm, and raced with her upstairs. She threw a wink to the bartender. He smirked. They went into an empty room of the upstairs motel, and he tossed her on the bed. She grabbed the gun as he drew the blinds closed. She knocked it off safety. He walked to her, and kissed her a bit. She shot him. Right in the throat. He looked at her for moments, and started to cough up blood. She smirked. She grabbed his dead body, and called down to the bartender. "Hey, Tom. He's dead. Send up housekeeping to take him to the furnace." She purred. "Okay, thanks Harpy. You've done it again." She grabbed the tyrant's phone, and deleted all their messages. Just in case. House keeping came up, and knocked. She opened. The housekeeper smiled, and put the body on he cart, and covered it. The housekeeper cleaned up and took the phone. Good. Harpy smiled at him, thanking. Putting the gun on safety, she put it away, and went back downstairs. "One glass of Samuel Adams?" Tom, the bartender, nodded. "On the house, doll." She smiled.