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Player Information
Player name: Bit
Contact: Plurk/Skype- Shisui_Cross, Email- Lady_Kitsune_of_Dar@hotmail.com
Are you over 18: yes, 22
Character Information
Character Name: Rebekah 'Beka' Cooper
Canon: Tamora Pierce's Provost's Guard series. Terrier, Bloodhound and Mastiff
Canon Point: just after returning home at the end of Book Three
History: http://tamorapierce.wikia.com/wiki/Reba
Personality:
When Beka is not working she tends to be extremely shy. When speaking to people she does not know, especially large groups of people, she will often stutter or be unable to speak at all. If she is not forced to speak then she will not do so at all, preferring to hide or merely observe. When she is at work however she becomes much bolder; seemingly forgetting her shyness all together. She becomes almost completely focused on the job she is on, to the point of obsession.
Day to day Beka is a very serious, quiet young women. Those that know her well know and enjoy her stern mother like manner to those that she allows to get close. She is an old soul and even as a child was known to scold her friends when she felt they needed it. She takes responsibility very seriously and feels that responsibility for those around her and has since she was a young child. This is seen in the way she would take care of her younger siblings and the way she felt the need to protect their mother. It was her sense of duty that lead her to do the things she did and that same sense of duty that started her on her path to becoming a Dog.
She's a practical, tidy sort of girl. It makes her feel better when she and her space are clean and put together well. It gives her a sense of control over her life. This often leads to frustration, given how messy she gets at work. However, though she likes to be presentable she would very much rather have simple things. Fine things make her feel guilty or silly. She does own a few pretty things but rarely wears them and the things she does have tend to have more sentimental value then that of coin. Her one true vanity is her hair, which she wears long though she has to braid it to keep it out of the way.
Beka is a very lawful, straight-laced person. She believes strongly in justice. This makes her a rare sort of Dog, one that actually believes in what she does. She loves her Country and her Lower City. She knows the people of the Lower City, knows and cares for them. She fights for them, even when they are the one's trying to break her head. They are hers, to protect or take down. She has an especially soft spot for animals, children or those that are helpless. She has often gotten into a tight spot or two because of it.
This leads, of course, to her temper. She has one, big time. Her biggest trigger is hurting those that can't fight back. She has others, though most of those take much longer to explode. She does have extremely good control of herself most of the time though she tends to brood, her bad temper simmering just under the service. Unless you know her well the only way you can tell is her eyes, which seem to become down right frightening when she is angry.
Beka, though shy, has a great many friends. People seem to flock around her and will not allow her to ignore them. Rats ( criminals ), children, Dogs ( Police ), a dog of the four legged kind, a Lady Knight, pigeons, dust spinners, The Royal Family, Mages, a consolation and even a God consider her a friend. She has no idea how she ended up with such a large and strange lot of friends but tries not to think about it too much. Each of these people is important to her and though it is difficult or at least should be, she wants them in her life and tries very hard to keep them. They in turn, knowing her as they do, try to make it easier on her when they can.
However much a liberal she seems to be in her own time and place Beka is still very much a person of medieval morality. Her point of view is sometimes very dark and cynical. What to her is common place and even practical might be seen to the people of today as down right barbaric and she's a warrior of justice! In other ways she is actually more freethinking then we are in some matters.
Abilities/Strengths and Weaknesses:
Beka's gift's are of the Air. It manifests by giving her the ability to speak to and understand both the dead, which are often carried by pigeons, and Dust Spinners. Dust Spinners being semi-intelligent beings made of air, dust and whatever else they can pick up. They appear like small ( relatively ) tornadoes that sit in corners. These creatures stay in one place and trap the sounds carried to it by the air, Beka can take those sounds from them and they are glad to let her. She uses the information gained from the dead and the spinners in her work as a Dog.
Her regular contact with and care for, the dead makes her as much the Black God's ( The God of Death in her universe ) Priestess as someone with the formal training for such. In fact, the Black God himself stated that she is his most precious Priestess.
Beka is highly trained in hand to hand combat and in use of a 'police' baton. She is also trained from childhood in information gathering and other such skills useful for a Provost's Guard. She's also startlingly good at map making.
After she got her scent dog Achoo she gained all the skills needed to both handle and keep up with her. It should be noted that she has a very large pool of stamina. She can run for a ridiculous amounts of time over all sorts of terrain with minimal breaks for breath and water and when possible, food.
Beka can be somewhat reckless at times and a bit cocky. These moments don't happen as much as they once did but she is young and is rather one of the best at what she does. One can't blame her too much for getting a bit prideful and excited now and then. However it is still a flaw and has gotten her into trouble more then once.
The girl is down right nosy. She has a bad case of curiosity almost killed the Dog again... She can't keep herself out of something if her life depended on it...as it often does. Once she gets a hint of something she wont leave it alone until she knows everything.
Samples
First Person Sample:
[ There is a young blond women standing awkwardly in front of the screen. Her body is stiff and her arms are at her sides. Her hands are twitching as if they should be holding something and don't know what to do with themselves given it's not there. It's hard to see her face, it's turned down, her eyes looking to her feet. It's clear she's had some regimental training of some sort by her stance, as if she's giving a report to a higher ranked officer of some sort.
When she speaks it's faltering and barely there. It's very apparent she'd rather be doing anything else then talk. ]
I....I am Guardswomen Cooper. I have f-found myself lost in this place. I do not know if a-anyone can see this. If y-you can...There is something out here and I a-am not equipped to take it on.
[ The scene shifts as she reaches out to take the object she spoke to and turns it to see the surroundings and turns in place to show it all. The scene abruptly ends there.]
Third Person Sample:
Rebekah looked about herself, disoriented and shivering slightly, her body seemingly one large ache. She sat up slowly, her hands grasping for her weapons as she studied the place she was now for attackers. She was outside, seemingly alone. She took a breath to calm herself and took inventory of her body and things. The ache was there, deep in her muscles. Her mind was a bit fuzzy and her tripes were twisted up, she hoped she could keep her last meal down. Her uniform was a bit ripped up and covered in dust from her rough landing. She sighed, of course it was. She shook it off and focused. Her weapons were all there, in fact she was actually holding her baton. There was a bruise on her cheek telling her cheerfully that she had managed to whack herself with it. She was just grateful she hadn't been holding a knife.
She got carefully to her knees, licking her dry lips free of dust when she managed it. She took another deep, calming breath and her eyes sharpened to take a proper look around. The sun was getting lower in the sky. It had been late evening before.. She had been walking towards the Watch House for her shift. Now she was here. It had only felt like mere moments but there was the sun, shining brightly as if mocking her.
The place where she knelt had clearly once been groomed to dust but now was returning to grass and had been for some time. She was in the in the middle of it, it seemed and in a strange triangle formation at the points there were dirty white stones of the same basic shape. Had she gotten caught up in some sort of strange Mage ritual? Whatever this place used to be for, it had been meant to be watched. She could see the benches that had been crafted of metal and had clearly been raised at one point for ease in viewing, a rather ingenious use of space really...it must of been for nobility though, she had never seen such fine metal work and for such a strange reason... As well, there was a metal worked fence of a kind that looked much like chain-mail! This place must have been very important indeed, though if it was no longer in use, why not take back the metal used? It was a waste just sitting here to rust.
There were strange structures on either side, stone work the likes of which she had never seen. Beyond the fencing there were other things as well and people she could see... Her heart pounded almost painfully in her ears. Where was this? How had she gotten here? Who or what had brought her? Of course, the most important question running through her now was...why? Her grip on her baton tightened to the point it was digging into her flesh. Now all she had to do was find out. The first step would be to talk to anyone she could, she would start there and work up to anything else. She stood and, shoving her growing panic down, moved to find a way to get to those people.
Player name: Bit
Contact: Plurk/Skype- Shisui_Cross, Email- Lady_Kitsune_of_Dar@hotmail.com
Are you over 18: yes, 22
Character Information
Character Name: Rebekah 'Beka' Cooper
Canon: Tamora Pierce's Provost's Guard series. Terrier, Bloodhound and Mastiff
Canon Point: just after returning home at the end of Book Three
History: http://tamorapierce.wikia.com/wiki/Reba
Personality:
When Beka is not working she tends to be extremely shy. When speaking to people she does not know, especially large groups of people, she will often stutter or be unable to speak at all. If she is not forced to speak then she will not do so at all, preferring to hide or merely observe. When she is at work however she becomes much bolder; seemingly forgetting her shyness all together. She becomes almost completely focused on the job she is on, to the point of obsession.
Day to day Beka is a very serious, quiet young women. Those that know her well know and enjoy her stern mother like manner to those that she allows to get close. She is an old soul and even as a child was known to scold her friends when she felt they needed it. She takes responsibility very seriously and feels that responsibility for those around her and has since she was a young child. This is seen in the way she would take care of her younger siblings and the way she felt the need to protect their mother. It was her sense of duty that lead her to do the things she did and that same sense of duty that started her on her path to becoming a Dog.
She's a practical, tidy sort of girl. It makes her feel better when she and her space are clean and put together well. It gives her a sense of control over her life. This often leads to frustration, given how messy she gets at work. However, though she likes to be presentable she would very much rather have simple things. Fine things make her feel guilty or silly. She does own a few pretty things but rarely wears them and the things she does have tend to have more sentimental value then that of coin. Her one true vanity is her hair, which she wears long though she has to braid it to keep it out of the way.
Beka is a very lawful, straight-laced person. She believes strongly in justice. This makes her a rare sort of Dog, one that actually believes in what she does. She loves her Country and her Lower City. She knows the people of the Lower City, knows and cares for them. She fights for them, even when they are the one's trying to break her head. They are hers, to protect or take down. She has an especially soft spot for animals, children or those that are helpless. She has often gotten into a tight spot or two because of it.
This leads, of course, to her temper. She has one, big time. Her biggest trigger is hurting those that can't fight back. She has others, though most of those take much longer to explode. She does have extremely good control of herself most of the time though she tends to brood, her bad temper simmering just under the service. Unless you know her well the only way you can tell is her eyes, which seem to become down right frightening when she is angry.
Beka, though shy, has a great many friends. People seem to flock around her and will not allow her to ignore them. Rats ( criminals ), children, Dogs ( Police ), a dog of the four legged kind, a Lady Knight, pigeons, dust spinners, The Royal Family, Mages, a consolation and even a God consider her a friend. She has no idea how she ended up with such a large and strange lot of friends but tries not to think about it too much. Each of these people is important to her and though it is difficult or at least should be, she wants them in her life and tries very hard to keep them. They in turn, knowing her as they do, try to make it easier on her when they can.
However much a liberal she seems to be in her own time and place Beka is still very much a person of medieval morality. Her point of view is sometimes very dark and cynical. What to her is common place and even practical might be seen to the people of today as down right barbaric and she's a warrior of justice! In other ways she is actually more freethinking then we are in some matters.
Abilities/Strengths and Weaknesses:
Beka's gift's are of the Air. It manifests by giving her the ability to speak to and understand both the dead, which are often carried by pigeons, and Dust Spinners. Dust Spinners being semi-intelligent beings made of air, dust and whatever else they can pick up. They appear like small ( relatively ) tornadoes that sit in corners. These creatures stay in one place and trap the sounds carried to it by the air, Beka can take those sounds from them and they are glad to let her. She uses the information gained from the dead and the spinners in her work as a Dog.
Her regular contact with and care for, the dead makes her as much the Black God's ( The God of Death in her universe ) Priestess as someone with the formal training for such. In fact, the Black God himself stated that she is his most precious Priestess.
Beka is highly trained in hand to hand combat and in use of a 'police' baton. She is also trained from childhood in information gathering and other such skills useful for a Provost's Guard. She's also startlingly good at map making.
After she got her scent dog Achoo she gained all the skills needed to both handle and keep up with her. It should be noted that she has a very large pool of stamina. She can run for a ridiculous amounts of time over all sorts of terrain with minimal breaks for breath and water and when possible, food.
Beka can be somewhat reckless at times and a bit cocky. These moments don't happen as much as they once did but she is young and is rather one of the best at what she does. One can't blame her too much for getting a bit prideful and excited now and then. However it is still a flaw and has gotten her into trouble more then once.
The girl is down right nosy. She has a bad case of curiosity almost killed the Dog again... She can't keep herself out of something if her life depended on it...as it often does. Once she gets a hint of something she wont leave it alone until she knows everything.
Samples
First Person Sample:
[ There is a young blond women standing awkwardly in front of the screen. Her body is stiff and her arms are at her sides. Her hands are twitching as if they should be holding something and don't know what to do with themselves given it's not there. It's hard to see her face, it's turned down, her eyes looking to her feet. It's clear she's had some regimental training of some sort by her stance, as if she's giving a report to a higher ranked officer of some sort.
When she speaks it's faltering and barely there. It's very apparent she'd rather be doing anything else then talk. ]
I....I am Guardswomen Cooper. I have f-found myself lost in this place. I do not know if a-anyone can see this. If y-you can...There is something out here and I a-am not equipped to take it on.
[ The scene shifts as she reaches out to take the object she spoke to and turns it to see the surroundings and turns in place to show it all. The scene abruptly ends there.]
Third Person Sample:
Rebekah looked about herself, disoriented and shivering slightly, her body seemingly one large ache. She sat up slowly, her hands grasping for her weapons as she studied the place she was now for attackers. She was outside, seemingly alone. She took a breath to calm herself and took inventory of her body and things. The ache was there, deep in her muscles. Her mind was a bit fuzzy and her tripes were twisted up, she hoped she could keep her last meal down. Her uniform was a bit ripped up and covered in dust from her rough landing. She sighed, of course it was. She shook it off and focused. Her weapons were all there, in fact she was actually holding her baton. There was a bruise on her cheek telling her cheerfully that she had managed to whack herself with it. She was just grateful she hadn't been holding a knife.
She got carefully to her knees, licking her dry lips free of dust when she managed it. She took another deep, calming breath and her eyes sharpened to take a proper look around. The sun was getting lower in the sky. It had been late evening before.. She had been walking towards the Watch House for her shift. Now she was here. It had only felt like mere moments but there was the sun, shining brightly as if mocking her.
The place where she knelt had clearly once been groomed to dust but now was returning to grass and had been for some time. She was in the in the middle of it, it seemed and in a strange triangle formation at the points there were dirty white stones of the same basic shape. Had she gotten caught up in some sort of strange Mage ritual? Whatever this place used to be for, it had been meant to be watched. She could see the benches that had been crafted of metal and had clearly been raised at one point for ease in viewing, a rather ingenious use of space really...it must of been for nobility though, she had never seen such fine metal work and for such a strange reason... As well, there was a metal worked fence of a kind that looked much like chain-mail! This place must have been very important indeed, though if it was no longer in use, why not take back the metal used? It was a waste just sitting here to rust.
There were strange structures on either side, stone work the likes of which she had never seen. Beyond the fencing there were other things as well and people she could see... Her heart pounded almost painfully in her ears. Where was this? How had she gotten here? Who or what had brought her? Of course, the most important question running through her now was...why? Her grip on her baton tightened to the point it was digging into her flesh. Now all she had to do was find out. The first step would be to talk to anyone she could, she would start there and work up to anything else. She stood and, shoving her growing panic down, moved to find a way to get to those people.