Post by pocket on Apr 16, 2007 18:53:02 GMT -5
Name: Katie Beckett
Nickname: Pocket
Age: 16
Gender: Female, obviously.
Occupation: Pickpocket and she runs as a newsie if funds are low.
Personality: Pocket is a very independent type of girl. She usually likes to stay by herself and when she does end up in groups, she's usually with a bunch of guys. She does like having girl friends, though. It makes her feel more like the girl she is. She's a tough, rough girl around the edges but this is only because she's built herself up to keep all the bad things people say about her out. She's a very playful character and she likes to have fun but she does know when to settle down and be serious. Pocket likes 'playing the field', so to speak, but only because Spot rejected her affection very harshly and it broke her heart. Pocket also has a very big heart, despite her rugged, tough exterior.
Appearance: She's a very tiny girl. About only 5'2" and very petite. Her face is slender and delicate with full, soft lips, a slightly upturned, button nose, with a doe-eyed gaze of smoky green eyes framed with dark lashes. She has thick, midnight black curls that tumble to the small of her back. Though she's got naturally curly hair, it looks like she used curlers since the ringlets are so perfectly formed. Pocket's clothing was that of a typical newsie: Her shirt, once white but now dyed grey by the grime of the city, is old and worn, but fairly clean. It is several sizes too big, hanging loosely from her small shoulders and almost completely hiding her small frame. The sleeves are rolled up several times, and the elbows are almost completely worn through. Her grey pants hung loosely to puddle over her shoes. The pants, too, are too big for her, but they cling to her hips in a way that proved she is definately not a boy.
History: Pocket has never been proud of her past. Her father was a man from Elizabeth, New Jersey and he married Pocket's mother, a woman from Manhattan, New York City. Pocket was born in Manhattan follwing the marriage of her parents and her father struck oil when she was only six months old, making the family very weathy, very quickly. However, on giving birth to Pocket's baby brother, her mother parished during birth but the baby surprisingly lived.
Her father was drowned with grief over the loss of his wife and, since his children reminded him so much of her, he ignored them and continued to live his life as though they were not there. Pocket was left to raise her baby brother by herself. She stole money from her father in order to buy supplies for herself and her brother. But, when Pocket was thirteen, her brother six, they were walking home together after visiting the bakery. Her brother got too close to the side of the Brooklyn Bridge and toppled over the side. Pocket could only watch helplessly as her brother fell to his death and drowned in the murky depths of the East River.
Pocket was devestated. She ran home quickly and told her father about the death of her brother. Being the depressed, drunken man he was, he stood and bashed his whiskey bottle across Pocket's cheek, knocking her out. When she woke up, she was laying, alone, on a street corner, her cheek numb. Having lived the sheltered life that she lived, Pocket didn't know how she was going to survive, being abandoned as she was.
Not so luckily for her, however, the first thing she saw was a pickpocket skillfully stealing a wallet from an older gentleman that looked very rich. Pocket was fascinated by this and decided to give the life a shot. She befriended a girl named Misery, who was also a pickpocket, and Misery taught Pocket everything she wanted and needed to know about how to properly pickpocket someone. She became a pro at the 'game'.
Occasionally over the years, she's befriended some of the younger, lesser known newsies but she likes to be by herself. She is a main reason why those in high standings see the newsies as street rats, since she smokes and drinks and sits out on rooftops watching the sun set. She enjoys the freedom that New York offers her but her heart desperately aches for someone to tell her that she doesn't need to keep running from her pain, that she is safe.
As much as I'd like to, I can only credit myself for the name, age, and history of this character. Her appearance goes to a very lovely girl on FanFiction that wrote a story [using this character] called "Behind Every Good Man" It was so good that I just had to use her character. =]]
Nickname: Pocket
Age: 16
Gender: Female, obviously.
Occupation: Pickpocket and she runs as a newsie if funds are low.
Personality: Pocket is a very independent type of girl. She usually likes to stay by herself and when she does end up in groups, she's usually with a bunch of guys. She does like having girl friends, though. It makes her feel more like the girl she is. She's a tough, rough girl around the edges but this is only because she's built herself up to keep all the bad things people say about her out. She's a very playful character and she likes to have fun but she does know when to settle down and be serious. Pocket likes 'playing the field', so to speak, but only because Spot rejected her affection very harshly and it broke her heart. Pocket also has a very big heart, despite her rugged, tough exterior.
Appearance: She's a very tiny girl. About only 5'2" and very petite. Her face is slender and delicate with full, soft lips, a slightly upturned, button nose, with a doe-eyed gaze of smoky green eyes framed with dark lashes. She has thick, midnight black curls that tumble to the small of her back. Though she's got naturally curly hair, it looks like she used curlers since the ringlets are so perfectly formed. Pocket's clothing was that of a typical newsie: Her shirt, once white but now dyed grey by the grime of the city, is old and worn, but fairly clean. It is several sizes too big, hanging loosely from her small shoulders and almost completely hiding her small frame. The sleeves are rolled up several times, and the elbows are almost completely worn through. Her grey pants hung loosely to puddle over her shoes. The pants, too, are too big for her, but they cling to her hips in a way that proved she is definately not a boy.
History: Pocket has never been proud of her past. Her father was a man from Elizabeth, New Jersey and he married Pocket's mother, a woman from Manhattan, New York City. Pocket was born in Manhattan follwing the marriage of her parents and her father struck oil when she was only six months old, making the family very weathy, very quickly. However, on giving birth to Pocket's baby brother, her mother parished during birth but the baby surprisingly lived.
Her father was drowned with grief over the loss of his wife and, since his children reminded him so much of her, he ignored them and continued to live his life as though they were not there. Pocket was left to raise her baby brother by herself. She stole money from her father in order to buy supplies for herself and her brother. But, when Pocket was thirteen, her brother six, they were walking home together after visiting the bakery. Her brother got too close to the side of the Brooklyn Bridge and toppled over the side. Pocket could only watch helplessly as her brother fell to his death and drowned in the murky depths of the East River.
Pocket was devestated. She ran home quickly and told her father about the death of her brother. Being the depressed, drunken man he was, he stood and bashed his whiskey bottle across Pocket's cheek, knocking her out. When she woke up, she was laying, alone, on a street corner, her cheek numb. Having lived the sheltered life that she lived, Pocket didn't know how she was going to survive, being abandoned as she was.
Not so luckily for her, however, the first thing she saw was a pickpocket skillfully stealing a wallet from an older gentleman that looked very rich. Pocket was fascinated by this and decided to give the life a shot. She befriended a girl named Misery, who was also a pickpocket, and Misery taught Pocket everything she wanted and needed to know about how to properly pickpocket someone. She became a pro at the 'game'.
Occasionally over the years, she's befriended some of the younger, lesser known newsies but she likes to be by herself. She is a main reason why those in high standings see the newsies as street rats, since she smokes and drinks and sits out on rooftops watching the sun set. She enjoys the freedom that New York offers her but her heart desperately aches for someone to tell her that she doesn't need to keep running from her pain, that she is safe.
As much as I'd like to, I can only credit myself for the name, age, and history of this character. Her appearance goes to a very lovely girl on FanFiction that wrote a story [using this character] called "Behind Every Good Man" It was so good that I just had to use her character. =]]