Post by tessa on Jan 13, 2010 0:47:30 GMT -5
Name: Contessa Jasmine Velez. (T.J. for short.)
Age: 29
Secret Word: WADDLE WADDLE.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Straight.
Race: Human
Occupation: Retired Marine pilot, troublemaker extraordinaire.
Human Physical Description:
Dark brown ringlets, hazel brown eyes and a tanned complexion. Because of her slender and small stature, she is pretty short at only five feet and four inches tall. Her weight is 125 pounds as well as some extra muscle from that of training in her days and her special thing in life...boxing. Her outfit consists of her pilots uniform or 'flight suit' as they call it, a green material two piece uniform with a collar. There are also two zippers on the breast pockets and more zip up compartments on the legs and hip areas. Her skin is always bronzed because of her Hispanic heritage and she is often seen with her pilots helmet in her hands as well as a cigarette in her mouth when she's off duty. Doesn't matter where the woman is however, she's always snapping gum if she can get away with it.
Along with the jacket of the flight suit, there are the pants as well (as described before) which are lined with pockets and detail as well as her black laced combat boots. T.J.'s stature is never stiff or straight up, however as laid back as she is her clothes do show it...but her posture doesn't. She is a proud woman, especially when she's off duty and is seen in her white under tank, lounging around. That's your typical Contessa right there. Depends what mood she's in, as there are no appropriate places on Pandora to wear dresses or the like and if you paid her to put one on...she wouldn't.
It's seen in her eyes that the rough life she has had to put up with has taken its toll. Despite her young age, the roughness shows in the lines of her face to the dark and piercing stare of her eyes. Especially when she glares, you don't want to be in that boat.
Personality: Likable yet a spitfire, Contessa is a down to earth tomboy...but she's more than that. Proud and loud was what her mother had called her, being that of a natural born Latina and having quite a mouth on her. On the other side she can be hard as nails, which brings us to our next point. You look at her wrong; she'll kick your ass. Period. Maternal to the core, the woman believes that right triumphs over wrong and sees no decent or good reason to react to the Na'vi the way some of the psychos from the past did. Sure, everyone has heard stories of what happened, and being a pilot... you get to see some of these things.
The greenery and the jungle is no longer there but it was at least a sight to see sometime ago and to her that makes her feel free. Nothing can hold her down. Which is why there is no marriage in the cards, no engagements...nothing. Having a child was the best thing that ever happened to her fortunately so having her four year old Amy seemed to be a gift rather than a curse.
She was tough enough to get by and still tough enough not to be trifled with. T.J. knows how to hold her own in a fist or gun fight, she's trained to aim and pull the trigger when necessary. There are always things that get in the way however if something bad should arise...there are three main points to make her snap.
If someone is trying to harm the 'natives', kids or any kind of child (including her own) or trying to screw with how Pandora is set. She's pretty sure they will get theirs in the end but it doesn't matter, if they 'want' it, she'll give it to them.
Rookie pilots piss her off, they piss her mechanics off and they piss off anyone in the air field. Don't come to her not knowing what you're doing, T.J. gives you no second chance and a first impression is everything when on the job. Though she is down to earth and completely comfortable in her own skin, she still knows more than you so you shut your mouth.
Talents:
The cyclic, ever since she was a kid has been her baby. Her father was a pilot once upon a time, she knows how to control her chopper as if it were her very own baby.
Another talent of hers can be hand to hand combat, T.J. can definitely fight on her own and will kick your ass. She's deathly afraid of water despite knowing how to swim. It's a weakness to her as she can't feel what's underneath her or see what's in the water when in too deep.
She's also good at computers and knows enough to get basics down and possibly even help her own mother get her email in the past.
Maternal instinct, she knows what's right from wrong and will definitely correct something if it's wrong. Saving children, adults, innocents who don't belong in a situation.
History:
At her twenty-nine years of age, Contessa Velez is a sharp individual who has quite bluntly, seen it all. Maybe it's because her father had always been a pilot in the Marines and one day she'd follow in his foot steps. Her mother was a police officer, both resided on Earth with her two brothers Sammy and Paulo.
The time came when her brother was shipped out over seas and then her littlest brother, Paulo was killed in a drug war. That put a stop to that. She had been writing Sammy letters since he had been away from his family for such a long time and he had told her to be brave. Brave the little girl was, T.J. started throwing fists in girl fights and school yard brawls, unable to accept that her brother was gone so she harbored an anger that no one would be able to control.
However, she straightened out with the exception that maybe she'd have a future some day if she stopped fighting and paid attention in class. It paid off when her parents both retired shortly after and Contessa would have gone through college, becoming a pilot in the Marines... just like her father. While stationed, she met a fellow pilot named Jersey Ford who would later leave her and not only leave her but their little girl as well due to complications in the relationship.
T.J. took aboard her child and bid her family goodbye as she set off to Pandora where her new 'life' would begin. So far all she'd seen were a bunch of jarheads and a few scientists. People who cared about their research and she respected that.
Befriending a young receptionist the two agreed that the friend would take Amy while T.J. was on her missions transporting people back and forth from base to out and about. She'd rarely get to see her daughter but it was the price she'd have to pay for a decent job.
Who knows, maybe it could lead to something better. A better life for her and Amy, who was by this time turning five. She was growing up quickly. T.J.'s callsign being 'Shorty' because of her height, her daughter referring to her as that to everyone.
Sooner or later, Velez would get word that her father had died of a heart attack...this would put a damper on things but still she trudged on and survived. You had to. In Pandora, you always had to...or they'd eat you alive.
RP Sample:
MORNING.:
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Her dark gaze stared up at the ceiling of the bunker, great it was morning already. Getting up from her bed did the young woman started over to the sink, rubbing her eyes and immediately splashed water in her face. "Who am I?" T.J. thought out loud with a sigh, grabbing onto a paper towel and wiped her face. "You're a bitch." came the reply of David, her mechanic. "Yeah that too." throwing the towel at him as he had attempted to slap her ass by whipping the towel away from him but missed. "Yeah, I'll take no for three hundred." the girl stated as she flipped him the finger. "You're no fun, Shorty." the male laughed out loud, nearly snorting. "Shut up, Dave." she laughed and grabbed the towel from him.
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AFTER.
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"We're clear." speaking into her head set, snapping her gum with her mouth. "How's your kid doin'?" one of the people in back of her Samson had called over the blades of the chopper. "She's good." a half-smile appeared over her full lips as the Latina would start to lower her plane lower until it slowly hit the ground. "All right." one of the head scientists had said, moving his hand in a 'cut throat' motion to signal that she needed to turn it off.
"Yes, sir." sarcasm as she'd flip a couple switches, turning off the power. Damn, some people didn't know what it felt like to fly, how it felt to be free. That cyclic gave her the power that she needed for just those few minutes to an hour. However it was the same thing with the same people, samples this and samples that. They wanted to learn from the Na'vi. Personally, there were probably rogues out there and though she attempted to think they had been driven out...well some of the Sky People could most certainly come back.
Especially those that would think the Na'vi were 'savages'. T.J. disgusted at the thought, snapped her gum loudly and shook her head as she sat there for a few minutes, eyeing the windshield. Could be worse, could be what she called a 'VFR' trip. Where you couldn't see where the hell you were going.
"What exactly are they looking for anyway?" one man asked, he seemed particularly new to this.
"Don't ask me man." the tomboy shrugged, flipping another switch for a split second, her hand lightly grazed over the painted word above her 'Shorty' on the ceiling. What the hell did he expect her to say? They were hunting 'wabbits'? Like she'd know. Nor give a shit what they were looking for. Sure T.J. was curious, but it wasn't like she'd disobey orders and meander around like a moron waiting for something to happen.
But curiosity did kill the cat.
"You're not the least bit excited?" he asked with a sly grin.
He reminded her of someone, she just couldn't think of who.
"I'm just jumpin' for joy." saying it in a flat tone. "C'mon, go with em' you need to catch up anyway. Why are you sitting here talking to the pilot?" a smirk would form on her lips.
Age: 29
Secret Word: WADDLE WADDLE.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Straight.
Race: Human
Occupation: Retired Marine pilot, troublemaker extraordinaire.
Human Physical Description:
Dark brown ringlets, hazel brown eyes and a tanned complexion. Because of her slender and small stature, she is pretty short at only five feet and four inches tall. Her weight is 125 pounds as well as some extra muscle from that of training in her days and her special thing in life...boxing. Her outfit consists of her pilots uniform or 'flight suit' as they call it, a green material two piece uniform with a collar. There are also two zippers on the breast pockets and more zip up compartments on the legs and hip areas. Her skin is always bronzed because of her Hispanic heritage and she is often seen with her pilots helmet in her hands as well as a cigarette in her mouth when she's off duty. Doesn't matter where the woman is however, she's always snapping gum if she can get away with it.
Along with the jacket of the flight suit, there are the pants as well (as described before) which are lined with pockets and detail as well as her black laced combat boots. T.J.'s stature is never stiff or straight up, however as laid back as she is her clothes do show it...but her posture doesn't. She is a proud woman, especially when she's off duty and is seen in her white under tank, lounging around. That's your typical Contessa right there. Depends what mood she's in, as there are no appropriate places on Pandora to wear dresses or the like and if you paid her to put one on...she wouldn't.
It's seen in her eyes that the rough life she has had to put up with has taken its toll. Despite her young age, the roughness shows in the lines of her face to the dark and piercing stare of her eyes. Especially when she glares, you don't want to be in that boat.
Personality: Likable yet a spitfire, Contessa is a down to earth tomboy...but she's more than that. Proud and loud was what her mother had called her, being that of a natural born Latina and having quite a mouth on her. On the other side she can be hard as nails, which brings us to our next point. You look at her wrong; she'll kick your ass. Period. Maternal to the core, the woman believes that right triumphs over wrong and sees no decent or good reason to react to the Na'vi the way some of the psychos from the past did. Sure, everyone has heard stories of what happened, and being a pilot... you get to see some of these things.
The greenery and the jungle is no longer there but it was at least a sight to see sometime ago and to her that makes her feel free. Nothing can hold her down. Which is why there is no marriage in the cards, no engagements...nothing. Having a child was the best thing that ever happened to her fortunately so having her four year old Amy seemed to be a gift rather than a curse.
She was tough enough to get by and still tough enough not to be trifled with. T.J. knows how to hold her own in a fist or gun fight, she's trained to aim and pull the trigger when necessary. There are always things that get in the way however if something bad should arise...there are three main points to make her snap.
If someone is trying to harm the 'natives', kids or any kind of child (including her own) or trying to screw with how Pandora is set. She's pretty sure they will get theirs in the end but it doesn't matter, if they 'want' it, she'll give it to them.
Rookie pilots piss her off, they piss her mechanics off and they piss off anyone in the air field. Don't come to her not knowing what you're doing, T.J. gives you no second chance and a first impression is everything when on the job. Though she is down to earth and completely comfortable in her own skin, she still knows more than you so you shut your mouth.
Talents:
The cyclic, ever since she was a kid has been her baby. Her father was a pilot once upon a time, she knows how to control her chopper as if it were her very own baby.
Another talent of hers can be hand to hand combat, T.J. can definitely fight on her own and will kick your ass. She's deathly afraid of water despite knowing how to swim. It's a weakness to her as she can't feel what's underneath her or see what's in the water when in too deep.
She's also good at computers and knows enough to get basics down and possibly even help her own mother get her email in the past.
Maternal instinct, she knows what's right from wrong and will definitely correct something if it's wrong. Saving children, adults, innocents who don't belong in a situation.
History:
At her twenty-nine years of age, Contessa Velez is a sharp individual who has quite bluntly, seen it all. Maybe it's because her father had always been a pilot in the Marines and one day she'd follow in his foot steps. Her mother was a police officer, both resided on Earth with her two brothers Sammy and Paulo.
The time came when her brother was shipped out over seas and then her littlest brother, Paulo was killed in a drug war. That put a stop to that. She had been writing Sammy letters since he had been away from his family for such a long time and he had told her to be brave. Brave the little girl was, T.J. started throwing fists in girl fights and school yard brawls, unable to accept that her brother was gone so she harbored an anger that no one would be able to control.
However, she straightened out with the exception that maybe she'd have a future some day if she stopped fighting and paid attention in class. It paid off when her parents both retired shortly after and Contessa would have gone through college, becoming a pilot in the Marines... just like her father. While stationed, she met a fellow pilot named Jersey Ford who would later leave her and not only leave her but their little girl as well due to complications in the relationship.
T.J. took aboard her child and bid her family goodbye as she set off to Pandora where her new 'life' would begin. So far all she'd seen were a bunch of jarheads and a few scientists. People who cared about their research and she respected that.
Befriending a young receptionist the two agreed that the friend would take Amy while T.J. was on her missions transporting people back and forth from base to out and about. She'd rarely get to see her daughter but it was the price she'd have to pay for a decent job.
Who knows, maybe it could lead to something better. A better life for her and Amy, who was by this time turning five. She was growing up quickly. T.J.'s callsign being 'Shorty' because of her height, her daughter referring to her as that to everyone.
Sooner or later, Velez would get word that her father had died of a heart attack...this would put a damper on things but still she trudged on and survived. You had to. In Pandora, you always had to...or they'd eat you alive.
RP Sample:
MORNING.:
---
Her dark gaze stared up at the ceiling of the bunker, great it was morning already. Getting up from her bed did the young woman started over to the sink, rubbing her eyes and immediately splashed water in her face. "Who am I?" T.J. thought out loud with a sigh, grabbing onto a paper towel and wiped her face. "You're a bitch." came the reply of David, her mechanic. "Yeah that too." throwing the towel at him as he had attempted to slap her ass by whipping the towel away from him but missed. "Yeah, I'll take no for three hundred." the girl stated as she flipped him the finger. "You're no fun, Shorty." the male laughed out loud, nearly snorting. "Shut up, Dave." she laughed and grabbed the towel from him.
----
AFTER.
----
"We're clear." speaking into her head set, snapping her gum with her mouth. "How's your kid doin'?" one of the people in back of her Samson had called over the blades of the chopper. "She's good." a half-smile appeared over her full lips as the Latina would start to lower her plane lower until it slowly hit the ground. "All right." one of the head scientists had said, moving his hand in a 'cut throat' motion to signal that she needed to turn it off.
"Yes, sir." sarcasm as she'd flip a couple switches, turning off the power. Damn, some people didn't know what it felt like to fly, how it felt to be free. That cyclic gave her the power that she needed for just those few minutes to an hour. However it was the same thing with the same people, samples this and samples that. They wanted to learn from the Na'vi. Personally, there were probably rogues out there and though she attempted to think they had been driven out...well some of the Sky People could most certainly come back.
Especially those that would think the Na'vi were 'savages'. T.J. disgusted at the thought, snapped her gum loudly and shook her head as she sat there for a few minutes, eyeing the windshield. Could be worse, could be what she called a 'VFR' trip. Where you couldn't see where the hell you were going.
"What exactly are they looking for anyway?" one man asked, he seemed particularly new to this.
"Don't ask me man." the tomboy shrugged, flipping another switch for a split second, her hand lightly grazed over the painted word above her 'Shorty' on the ceiling. What the hell did he expect her to say? They were hunting 'wabbits'? Like she'd know. Nor give a shit what they were looking for. Sure T.J. was curious, but it wasn't like she'd disobey orders and meander around like a moron waiting for something to happen.
But curiosity did kill the cat.
"You're not the least bit excited?" he asked with a sly grin.
He reminded her of someone, she just couldn't think of who.
"I'm just jumpin' for joy." saying it in a flat tone. "C'mon, go with em' you need to catch up anyway. Why are you sitting here talking to the pilot?" a smirk would form on her lips.
