Post by 7dice7 on Sept 10, 2007 13:17:36 GMT -5
Full Name: Kismet Mikhail Obryan
Age: 16
Family: none
Location: the streets of brooklyn is the only home shes ever known, but certain problems there have forced her to seek a home in queens
Looks: long waist legnth wild red hair thats usually tucked up under her black newsie cap, mischevious blue eyes, wicked grin, tall slim build.
Personality: outgoing, usually a smart ass remark right on the tip of her tounge. hot tempered when provoked and just as quick with her fists, so dont get on her bad side. very loyal, would do anything for her friends and those she trusts, however trust does not come easy for her because shes been out on the streets and had to deal with some very shady characters. is a compulsive gambler, mostly craps and poker, and pretty lucky (or would ya call it skill) too. can stack a deck like nobodys business and is a fairly good pickpocket. loves the races and goes there more often than most. is a tomboy, dresses like a guy an acts like one a surprising amount of the time, half to disguise her identity, half because its just so much simpler for people to assume shes a guy. tuff as nails but has no clue when it comes to guys. Is never afraid of a fight, more often than not enjoys the excersize. is a chainsmoker but likes dom perignon cubans the best. has a scar under her ribcage where she was stabbed in what was supposed to be a fistfight and barely got away from the cops. is never seen without 3 things: a gold st christopher necklace that was her dads, her handcarved jade dice, and a pack of worn cards. since her dad died has spiraled into a depression in which her very thoughts become morbid demons chasing her round inside her head. running from the darkness of her past, she tries to find a new life for herself.
Past: immigrated from ireland during the great famine at 5 years old, lived with her dad up to the age of 13 in his small tenement in brooklyn. he taught her everything she knows: how to fight, how to drink, how to play poker and pick a horse at the tracks, where they had often went together, everything. except dice, which had always been her thing. he was the light of her life and was the union president of the oil and steelworkers union local 569-1, which presented its own problems. when they had had to strike shed protested on the picket line with him, yelling slogans and pitying on passersby for their cause at the age of 6, then again at 12. but those who opposed the large corporations were not treated very kindly, especially by the neighborhood law enforcement. so they were often outnumbered by and had to run from the cops, those who got left behind got soaked and of course arrested. until that is, her father enlisted the help of a local gang in the points, which is when all the trouble started. they had helped the union drive the cops back (for a little while) and fight for their rights, but as always there was a price. he had had to get involved doing small jobs for their boss. one night they decided he he had come to know too much so they shot him from outside the window and searched the house with the full intention of killing her too, but hearing the shot shed already gotten all of her belongings in a bag and left. being 13 years old there was not much she could have done about it. she lived on the streets for 3 years, surviving by gambling, picking pockets and part time sellin papes, searching for his killers who had mysteriously vanished from the borough. in one last desperate attempt to put the past behind her, she becomes a full time newsie and looks for a home elsewhere. But the rest of her past is a well guarded secret.
Trademarks: eyes, grin, and a backwards dice flick from off the wall that always produces 7's
Age: 16
Family: none
Location: the streets of brooklyn is the only home shes ever known, but certain problems there have forced her to seek a home in queens
Looks: long waist legnth wild red hair thats usually tucked up under her black newsie cap, mischevious blue eyes, wicked grin, tall slim build.
Personality: outgoing, usually a smart ass remark right on the tip of her tounge. hot tempered when provoked and just as quick with her fists, so dont get on her bad side. very loyal, would do anything for her friends and those she trusts, however trust does not come easy for her because shes been out on the streets and had to deal with some very shady characters. is a compulsive gambler, mostly craps and poker, and pretty lucky (or would ya call it skill) too. can stack a deck like nobodys business and is a fairly good pickpocket. loves the races and goes there more often than most. is a tomboy, dresses like a guy an acts like one a surprising amount of the time, half to disguise her identity, half because its just so much simpler for people to assume shes a guy. tuff as nails but has no clue when it comes to guys. Is never afraid of a fight, more often than not enjoys the excersize. is a chainsmoker but likes dom perignon cubans the best. has a scar under her ribcage where she was stabbed in what was supposed to be a fistfight and barely got away from the cops. is never seen without 3 things: a gold st christopher necklace that was her dads, her handcarved jade dice, and a pack of worn cards. since her dad died has spiraled into a depression in which her very thoughts become morbid demons chasing her round inside her head. running from the darkness of her past, she tries to find a new life for herself.
Past: immigrated from ireland during the great famine at 5 years old, lived with her dad up to the age of 13 in his small tenement in brooklyn. he taught her everything she knows: how to fight, how to drink, how to play poker and pick a horse at the tracks, where they had often went together, everything. except dice, which had always been her thing. he was the light of her life and was the union president of the oil and steelworkers union local 569-1, which presented its own problems. when they had had to strike shed protested on the picket line with him, yelling slogans and pitying on passersby for their cause at the age of 6, then again at 12. but those who opposed the large corporations were not treated very kindly, especially by the neighborhood law enforcement. so they were often outnumbered by and had to run from the cops, those who got left behind got soaked and of course arrested. until that is, her father enlisted the help of a local gang in the points, which is when all the trouble started. they had helped the union drive the cops back (for a little while) and fight for their rights, but as always there was a price. he had had to get involved doing small jobs for their boss. one night they decided he he had come to know too much so they shot him from outside the window and searched the house with the full intention of killing her too, but hearing the shot shed already gotten all of her belongings in a bag and left. being 13 years old there was not much she could have done about it. she lived on the streets for 3 years, surviving by gambling, picking pockets and part time sellin papes, searching for his killers who had mysteriously vanished from the borough. in one last desperate attempt to put the past behind her, she becomes a full time newsie and looks for a home elsewhere. But the rest of her past is a well guarded secret.
Trademarks: eyes, grin, and a backwards dice flick from off the wall that always produces 7's