Post by Cherry Darling on Jan 2, 2013 17:35:27 GMT -5
CHERRY DARLING
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" Two against the world baby. "
you say you're curious[/color]
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AGE: 27
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY Straight
BIRTHDAY: October 3rd
CLASS: Warrior
TITLE/RANK: Zombie Hunter
OCCUPATION: Go-Go Dancer
ALIGNMENT: neutral
SPECIES: Human
MAGICAL POWERS: None
CANON/OC: Canon
TV SERIES: Movie "Planet terror"
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but oh, you seem so serious
[/color] I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
HAIR: Brown
WEIGHT: 110
HEIGHT: 5'6
PLAY-BY: Rose McGowan
GENERAL: No one knows Cherry's real name and she won't give it, more of a stripper than a go-go dancer, Cherry left her useless job to find and I quote, "another job for one of my many useless talents." After meeting up with her ex of a boyfriend and due to a series of rather unfortunate events, zombies swarmed the globe and Cherry lost her right leg, her ex lovingly turned the stump into a port where he later rigged a high powered machine gun to fit into the stump that she can utilize at will.
ATTIRE: Despite her wanting to distance herself from the title of "stripper" Cherry wears a vast majority of her clothes from her days as a Go-go dancer, pants tend to get tangled up in her machine gun so a traditional leather skin and some corset styled looking corset usually adorns her torso. She had a love for weapons in general and has developed ways to create new and inventive creations where her leg should be. [/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you
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Guns
Black and red
Motorcycles
Bad boys
a sense of humor
Did we mention guns?
DISLIKES:
Zombies
A vast majority of people
being called a stripper
Being underestimated
Being seperated from Wray
STRENGTHS:
Guns.
Very creative
Brave
Limber
Athletic
WEAKNESSES:
Slow
Wray
Not good with a vast amount of enemies or close combat
Unstable on her feet
QUIRKS/HABITS:
Tendency to shoot first and ask questions later.
She always wears a leather jacket with a variety of patches
FEARS:
Loosing Wray
To be killed by zombies
GOALS:
To kill every damnable zombie that crosses her path.
PERSONALITYCherry is a gorgeous creature but she dosen't flaunt it. Low self esteem despite having been a go-go dancer makes her personality a little rough around the edges. Her natural defences shoot for sarcasm and smart wit over deep and meaningful conversation. Despite this Wray has managed to wiggle his way into her heart and she loves him, even if she has a hard time showing it.
At the loss of her leg, Cherry was seemingly unaffected, more interested in making sure she looked good in the reflection of a bed pan. She seemed to bypass the depression stage and dive head first into anger and acceptance. She adapts quite easily and not much can make her uneasy. Shes not easily offended and shes not afraid to get her hands dirty.[/SIZE]
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you start to hypnotize me
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FATHER: N/A
SIBLINGS: N/A
OTHER: Wray <3
FAMILIAR/PET: None
PLACE OF BIRTH: N/A
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Boston
WEAPONRY: A high powered machine gun, a variety of weapons including a wooden stake that she once jammed into her leg.
HISTORY:Not a great deal is known about Cherry's early life or if, in fact, she was born with a more tradtional name, but if her past has any corrolation to her future, it probably wasn't too pretty. Cherry's early teens and throughout her twenty's she played a very sought after Go-go dancer, and it was through her line of work that she met her lovely boyfriend Wray.
Wray was by the very definition of the word, a bad boy. He was unphased and seemingly unaffected by Cherry's brash personality and sometimes blunt comments. Her sarcasm and sharp wit only seemed to appeal to him further, they had a falling out but it was clear both parties still carried affections for one another.
In her later twenties, Cherry grew tired of being misinterruperted as a stripper and quit being a Go-go dancer and hit the road, she met up with her ex, Wray at a barbeque shop of all the places and despite the tension between them were forced to work together when zombies began appearing from seemingly nowhere. She was wounded in the attack and lost her leg. Wray waited until she was well enough to be released from the hospital before taking her with him on their journey to escape, it was shortly after this that their relationship began to rekindle.[/SIZE]
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who am i talking to
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AGE: 18
EXPERIENCE:7 to 8 years
CONTACT: Same as before
MEMBER TITLE: Zombie Hunter
EXAMPLE:
The dull repercussion of a heavy boot against a wooden plank followed by a much different clunking sound, echoed about the small dock. The heavy set piece of artillery meeting the wooden planks as Cherry strode down the pier. Dark eyes were narrowed in agitation and the awkward gait was now familiar to her. She moved without stumbling. The woman was a fierce personality and she was quite pissed off.
"Wray better be thankful that I love him, the idiot." She grumbled beneath her breath as the large cargo ship entered her view. An armed guard walked down its loading ramp and towards her a small armed pistol in his hand, he opened his mouth to speak, but Cherry dropped to her hands and lifted her amputated leg shooting the poor bastard a good twenty times in the chest. His empty carcass feel into the ocean with a dull splash and Cherry sneered. "Damn idiot."
It took her a few minutes to locate the artillery that her small band of survivors needed and she loaded as much of it as she could into her arms before limping out of the lower deck only to run directly into her ever adorable Wray. The growl bubbled through her vocals before she could repress it.
"Heard the gunfire, came to make sure you weren't dead." He stroked her cheekbone and then the guns. "Beautiful, you always come through in the end don't ya babe?" His eyes were intense, focused solely on her, despite the joking tone. It was one of the things she loved about him.
"I try... apparently with a high powered machine gun... I don't miss either." She flashed him a grin as she hinted to their own private joke, before leaving him to gather the rest of the weapons. No she could never stay mad at him, especially for something that was trying to help them survive, she almost missed his shout she was so caught up in her thoughts.
"Two against the world baby!" Cherry smiled. Indeed, two against the world.
"Wray better be thankful that I love him, the idiot." She grumbled beneath her breath as the large cargo ship entered her view. An armed guard walked down its loading ramp and towards her a small armed pistol in his hand, he opened his mouth to speak, but Cherry dropped to her hands and lifted her amputated leg shooting the poor bastard a good twenty times in the chest. His empty carcass feel into the ocean with a dull splash and Cherry sneered. "Damn idiot."
It took her a few minutes to locate the artillery that her small band of survivors needed and she loaded as much of it as she could into her arms before limping out of the lower deck only to run directly into her ever adorable Wray. The growl bubbled through her vocals before she could repress it.
"Heard the gunfire, came to make sure you weren't dead." He stroked her cheekbone and then the guns. "Beautiful, you always come through in the end don't ya babe?" His eyes were intense, focused solely on her, despite the joking tone. It was one of the things she loved about him.
"I try... apparently with a high powered machine gun... I don't miss either." She flashed him a grin as she hinted to their own private joke, before leaving him to gather the rest of the weapons. No she could never stay mad at him, especially for something that was trying to help them survive, she almost missed his shout she was so caught up in her thoughts.
"Two against the world baby!" Cherry smiled. Indeed, two against the world.
