Post by Milwaukee on Sept 30, 2010 23:16:06 GMT -6
The blood sprayed out in a graceful arc, catching Milwaukee in the face and all down her already bloodied doctors outfit. She grinned and licked what blood she could reach with her tongue off, savoring the coppery taste. She would most likely get sick one of these days from doing that but did she care? Did she honestly care? No. Not one little bit. Killing gave such a high... Such a drive. It was like the best sex in the world and yet the worst. It was amazing. Indescribable and she LOVED it. She smiled and swiftly pulled out her dagger, blood pouring out of the wound in the mans neck as she did, and she wiped it off on the man's jacket. Did she know who he was? Not at all. Did she care? Not really. He was dead and that was all that mattered to her. The knife swiftly disappeared into it's holder and she pushed the man up against the wall in the complete darkness. He wouldn't be found for a while... A long while. She grinned and walked out of the building that served as the hospital in this particular hive city. She silently opened the door and walked out confidently. Why bother to check which way you want to go? That would just cause someone to be suspicious and what would be the point of that?
She smiled and walked down the hallway, nodding to people who acknowledged her but mostly staying aloof. It served her better to be aloof and distant while still nice. Which she was. Milwaukee was not a mean girl, not by any means. She was sweet and nice just had a very distinct urge to kill, and kill a lot. Alarm bells started to go off and she froze, listening intently to the intercom. An attack? Reavers? And there were survivors! GOOD! She quickly ran down the hallway, speeding down corridors and swiftly turning corners. She had to help people. People needed her help. She loved people and didn't want to kill them. She grabbed a nearby primitive medical kit and quickly slid on her knees up next to the first patient she saw. Oh he was bad... So bad... She opened it up and smiled at the young man looking up at her, "You're going to be ok! I promise!' She patted his shoulder and then started to go to work.
In all respects most would say that Milwaukee had a somewhat regular childhood. She was born in a community of inbred humans, all belonging to the same family, yet they loved each other no less. Sisters married brothers, cousins married cousins, but all in all they were happy. Milwaukee's parents were born to a cousin/cousin relationship and "fell in love" with each other at the age of 16 for her mother and 20 for her father. They were brother and sister and were known as one of the most loving people in the colony. They got married as soon as they possibly could and reveled in their wedding night. Hope was raised when over the next couple weeks her mother would get sick in the morning but alas, it was a false alarm. It took them 3 full years before they were able to conceive Milwaukee and even then it was not an easy pregnancy. Her mother was sick every morning up until the day that she delivered.
Her labor was awful and she bled too much. Her mother died before Milwaukee was even able to poke her little head out and thus her dad had to pull her out the rest of the way. The placenta never came. Though her father was heartbroken over the loss of his beloved wife and sister. He never blamed Milwaukee though and loved her greatly. She was greatly doted upon as a child though not spoiled and she lived happily with her father until the age of 5. One night she woke up and he was gone.. Suddenly disappeared in the night. It is believed that he was stolen by reavers though this was never proven. She was adopted by one of her aunts and was kept within the family until she was 18 and she decided to branch off on her own. She was alone until the age of 20 when she helped a man's family and he came to find her to thank her. His name was George and after a search through a hive city he finally found her and set about thanking her. It was through this time that they fell in love and planned to marry, but alas.. Happiness would not befall them. The night before their wedding Milwaukee had a psychotic breakdown and swiftly cut her fiancee's throat. She ran away after that and has never been the same. She had two personalities now.. The one that ones to constantly kill and the one that wants to constantly help. Her psychosis also makes her see each and every tree she comes upon as George, as he was tall and reminded her of them when she was alive.
At a Glance
Faction: Loose ties to Beverly Clan but is not a permanent member
Strengths:Ambitious
Passionate
Strong willed/Stubborn
Clear thinker
Can easily manipulate others
Can easily charm others
Always has a plan for any situation
Weaknesses: Is clinically insane
Passionate
Kind hearted
Intimate
Loving
Quick to anger
Quick to hate
Quick to kill
Can be easily manipulated
Can be easily hurt
Occupation: Doctor/Assassin
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Modified/Inbred Human
Appearance: Milwaukee is not an imposing woman at all. Standing at a measly 5 foot 3 inches, 110 pounds, one would expect to see only skin and bones underneath her clothes. Her body is actually quite toned. Ab, arm, and leg definition show that she lives her life outside of the hive cities and mainly on her own. Running and climbing is a past time of hers and it shows on her calloused hands and fingers. Her hair is long and blond, in tight curls that bounce and sway with each movement, though it is mainly kept in a braid. Her skin is a creamy white, set off by bright red lips that made her seem as though she puts blood on them daily. Blue/green eyes that never seemed to be able to decide what color they wanted to be. Long legs allow her to run quickly and leap up great distances, while her graceful, dancer type arms and hands quickly grab onto handholds to help pull her upwards. [/ul]
Class
Tech:2
Mindedness:8
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OOC
Other Characters: N/A
How did you find us?: Sisters with the owner! WHAT NOW?!?[/ul]
She smiled and walked down the hallway, nodding to people who acknowledged her but mostly staying aloof. It served her better to be aloof and distant while still nice. Which she was. Milwaukee was not a mean girl, not by any means. She was sweet and nice just had a very distinct urge to kill, and kill a lot. Alarm bells started to go off and she froze, listening intently to the intercom. An attack? Reavers? And there were survivors! GOOD! She quickly ran down the hallway, speeding down corridors and swiftly turning corners. She had to help people. People needed her help. She loved people and didn't want to kill them. She grabbed a nearby primitive medical kit and quickly slid on her knees up next to the first patient she saw. Oh he was bad... So bad... She opened it up and smiled at the young man looking up at her, "You're going to be ok! I promise!' She patted his shoulder and then started to go to work.
In all respects most would say that Milwaukee had a somewhat regular childhood. She was born in a community of inbred humans, all belonging to the same family, yet they loved each other no less. Sisters married brothers, cousins married cousins, but all in all they were happy. Milwaukee's parents were born to a cousin/cousin relationship and "fell in love" with each other at the age of 16 for her mother and 20 for her father. They were brother and sister and were known as one of the most loving people in the colony. They got married as soon as they possibly could and reveled in their wedding night. Hope was raised when over the next couple weeks her mother would get sick in the morning but alas, it was a false alarm. It took them 3 full years before they were able to conceive Milwaukee and even then it was not an easy pregnancy. Her mother was sick every morning up until the day that she delivered.
Her labor was awful and she bled too much. Her mother died before Milwaukee was even able to poke her little head out and thus her dad had to pull her out the rest of the way. The placenta never came. Though her father was heartbroken over the loss of his beloved wife and sister. He never blamed Milwaukee though and loved her greatly. She was greatly doted upon as a child though not spoiled and she lived happily with her father until the age of 5. One night she woke up and he was gone.. Suddenly disappeared in the night. It is believed that he was stolen by reavers though this was never proven. She was adopted by one of her aunts and was kept within the family until she was 18 and she decided to branch off on her own. She was alone until the age of 20 when she helped a man's family and he came to find her to thank her. His name was George and after a search through a hive city he finally found her and set about thanking her. It was through this time that they fell in love and planned to marry, but alas.. Happiness would not befall them. The night before their wedding Milwaukee had a psychotic breakdown and swiftly cut her fiancee's throat. She ran away after that and has never been the same. She had two personalities now.. The one that ones to constantly kill and the one that wants to constantly help. Her psychosis also makes her see each and every tree she comes upon as George, as he was tall and reminded her of them when she was alive.
At a Glance
Faction: Loose ties to Beverly Clan but is not a permanent member
Strengths:Ambitious
Passionate
Strong willed/Stubborn
Clear thinker
Can easily manipulate others
Can easily charm others
Always has a plan for any situation
Weaknesses: Is clinically insane
Passionate
Kind hearted
Intimate
Loving
Quick to anger
Quick to hate
Quick to kill
Can be easily manipulated
Can be easily hurt
Occupation: Doctor/Assassin
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Species: Modified/Inbred Human
Appearance: Milwaukee is not an imposing woman at all. Standing at a measly 5 foot 3 inches, 110 pounds, one would expect to see only skin and bones underneath her clothes. Her body is actually quite toned. Ab, arm, and leg definition show that she lives her life outside of the hive cities and mainly on her own. Running and climbing is a past time of hers and it shows on her calloused hands and fingers. Her hair is long and blond, in tight curls that bounce and sway with each movement, though it is mainly kept in a braid. Her skin is a creamy white, set off by bright red lips that made her seem as though she puts blood on them daily. Blue/green eyes that never seemed to be able to decide what color they wanted to be. Long legs allow her to run quickly and leap up great distances, while her graceful, dancer type arms and hands quickly grab onto handholds to help pull her upwards. [/ul]
Class
Tech:2
Mindedness:8
[/ul]
OOC
Other Characters: N/A
How did you find us?: Sisters with the owner! WHAT NOW?!?[/ul]
