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Realistic or Modern The Bones (Red Scarfed Children)
- Thread starter Clivous
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Chimney Swift
i am confusion
Avery is complete! Judge away.
Winona still needs a bio. I have a lot of ideas, so it should be done shortly.
P.S: Suggest nicknames! I'm terrible at nicknaming characters
Full Birth Name: Winona Frieze-Delancey
Nicknames:
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Rank/Position: Physical Training Specialist
Personality Analysis: At first glance, Winona is a model child soldier. She holds herself up tall and confident, a bold smile bolted to her face even as disaster spirals out of control. It seems she can ‘grin and bear it’ through even the worst of turmoil. An optimist, if ever there was one.
But there's a darker side to her bravado. She isn't just a happy-go-lucky little orphan annie… she's something of a drill sergeant to her comrades. It takes so much out of her to keep her shit together and keep moving, and the thought of someone else falling behind --or worse, falling on her-- is revolting to her. She'd sooner spit in a teary eye than lend a shoulder, and it's not because of apathy. It’s because of deep, clotting terror.
She has no patience for herself and her own shortcomings. She'll beat herself up over any mistake for days if not weeks, because she knows that any slip could cost the lives of others. That said, she never shows her sense of defeat outwardly. She's the first to crack a joke, volunteer her assistance, or pull the squad together. Especially with the older kids, she is surprisingly able to warm up and make friends. Friendship, she knows, is a morale boost. Loneliness leads to helplessness, which in turn leads to defeatism, which is a death sentence in this war zone.
Background History:
Family:
Margaret Frieze (Mother, 41. alive)
Brian Delancey (Father, 40. alive)
Josephine Frieze-Delancey (sister, 8. deceased)
Romantic Relationships: message me!
Friendships: message me!
Rivals: message me!
Mental Ticks: Winona’s absolute berserk button is crying or begging, or other displays of emotional frailty.
Fears: Winona has a deep, deep fear of dependency. If someone leans too heavily on her support, she'll instantly freeze up push them away. The thought of being forced into a motherly role curdles her blood. She can't be personally responsible for another helpless person's death.
Hopes: That maybe one day she can atone for what she did, find her parents again, and put all this hell behind her.
Sentimental Objects: Winona ain't one for souvenirs.
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Full Birth Name: Avery Vernon Capaldi
Nicknames:
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Rank/Position: Private
Personality Analysis: Avery has a guarded, defensive exterior, at times, he can come across as standoffish and irritable, obeying orders with little more than a begrudging frown. Not one for small talk, he only speaks when spoken to (which isn't terribly often), or when feeling attacked (which is terribly often). He doesn't mouth off much, but he always looks just about ready to.
As a Private, he has a lot of hoops to jump through to prove himself. And he does -- maybe not with the greatest spirit, but he's capable, and oddly enough he seems fairly confident in that. One might expect someone so quiet and pensive to be self-critical or insecure, but he's neither of these, almost to the point of being a little conceited. He takes a cautious, realistic approach to most tasks.
It often isn't too noticeable, but Avery has something of a paranoid streak. He jumps at loud noises, triple-checks all his work, sleeps with one eye open and all his equipment packed up in arms reach. Though he would never have the chutzpah to question authority out loud, in secret he watches out for signs of negligence... or worse, treason. He seems hyper-aware of the behavioral patterns of others, sensitive to even slight deviations. He distrusts erratic, unpredictable folks, but never stops to question that he himself might be one of these.
Background History: The Capaldi family was once a prime example of the decadent upper tier. Leandro Capaldi, a friend of the royal family for many generations, operated a luxury architectural business credited with the building of some of the wealthiest districts, specializing in exquisite interior design. Leandro’s younger wife, Dina, was herself a Lady of royal lineage (though, due to her marriage, her descendants are no longer in line for the throne). The family had high hopes for their only son, Avery. Only a child and set to inherit the business upon his father's retirement, Avery had no reason not to believe that his post lifestyle would last. That is, until the less fortunate grew a bit too impatient.
And started organizing wide-scale attacks.
Oh, how naïve Avery had been, thinking that class would keep him safe. That it would keep his family safe. Leandro and Dina Capaldi were trapped inside one of their own buildings when it was felled with makeshift explosives. You could smell the smoke for miles, they said… Avery was only just out of the line of fire when the structure detonated. As far as his parents know, they all died together.
Avery, now an orphan, narrowly escaped an equally bloody fate by blending into the mob. Nobody recognized him. He was just a kid, after all. It suddenly dawned on Avery that he could use this to his advantage. He was young, just shy of 12 years old, as slight and inconspicuous as anyone could hope to be. And that ended up saving his life… well, kind of.
As one might imagine, survival skills were not Avery’s top priority growing up. Transitioning from being waited on hand and foot to begging and stealing to survive was an agonizing, grueling impossibility. He'd never been cold, hungry, or in pain before, but those things he somehow managed to push through. But being alone was another matter. Being defenseless to bigger and stronger thieves, the crazed, starving animals, having absolutely no one to fall back on. Independence was slowly killing him. Avery was naïve, perhaps, but he wasn't stupid. He had to realize at some point that he wasn't going to be able to make it through this. So, really, it was almost a blessing when the draft went out for children. Sure, going to war was almost a sure death warrant, but wasn't he going to die anyway? Yes, he had no incentive to fight for the government that failed to protect him and his family, but surely his new squad mates had even less of a reason to feel grateful to serve this broken country. Maybe they weren't that different after all.
Family:
Leandro Capaldi (Father, 45. deceased)
Dina Capaldi (Mother, 38. deceased)
Romantic Relationships: message me!
Friendships: message me!
Rivals: message me!
Mental Ticks: Bright flashes, the smell of gasoline… if you're determined, it isn't hard to trigger unpleasant memories in Avery.
Fears: Debilitating sickness. Rabies, especially. Avery is terrified at the prospect of dying alone, in pain, with no idea who or what he is anymore.
Hopes: That even if he's slated to die out here, that he can die knowing he had half a chance to live.
Sentimental Objects: Anything of value he had with him when he escaped has long since been robbed off of him.
Winona still needs a bio. I have a lot of ideas, so it should be done shortly.
P.S: Suggest nicknames! I'm terrible at nicknaming characters
Full Birth Name: Winona Frieze-Delancey
Nicknames:
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Rank/Position: Physical Training Specialist
Personality Analysis: At first glance, Winona is a model child soldier. She holds herself up tall and confident, a bold smile bolted to her face even as disaster spirals out of control. It seems she can ‘grin and bear it’ through even the worst of turmoil. An optimist, if ever there was one.
But there's a darker side to her bravado. She isn't just a happy-go-lucky little orphan annie… she's something of a drill sergeant to her comrades. It takes so much out of her to keep her shit together and keep moving, and the thought of someone else falling behind --or worse, falling on her-- is revolting to her. She'd sooner spit in a teary eye than lend a shoulder, and it's not because of apathy. It’s because of deep, clotting terror.
She has no patience for herself and her own shortcomings. She'll beat herself up over any mistake for days if not weeks, because she knows that any slip could cost the lives of others. That said, she never shows her sense of defeat outwardly. She's the first to crack a joke, volunteer her assistance, or pull the squad together. Especially with the older kids, she is surprisingly able to warm up and make friends. Friendship, she knows, is a morale boost. Loneliness leads to helplessness, which in turn leads to defeatism, which is a death sentence in this war zone.
Background History:
Family:
Margaret Frieze (Mother, 41. alive)
Brian Delancey (Father, 40. alive)
Josephine Frieze-Delancey (sister, 8. deceased)
Romantic Relationships: message me!
Friendships: message me!
Rivals: message me!
Mental Ticks: Winona’s absolute berserk button is crying or begging, or other displays of emotional frailty.
Fears: Winona has a deep, deep fear of dependency. If someone leans too heavily on her support, she'll instantly freeze up push them away. The thought of being forced into a motherly role curdles her blood. She can't be personally responsible for another helpless person's death.
Hopes: That maybe one day she can atone for what she did, find her parents again, and put all this hell behind her.
Sentimental Objects: Winona ain't one for souvenirs.
__________________________________________________
Full Birth Name: Avery Vernon Capaldi
Nicknames:
Gender: Male
Age: 12
Rank/Position: Private
Personality Analysis: Avery has a guarded, defensive exterior, at times, he can come across as standoffish and irritable, obeying orders with little more than a begrudging frown. Not one for small talk, he only speaks when spoken to (which isn't terribly often), or when feeling attacked (which is terribly often). He doesn't mouth off much, but he always looks just about ready to.
As a Private, he has a lot of hoops to jump through to prove himself. And he does -- maybe not with the greatest spirit, but he's capable, and oddly enough he seems fairly confident in that. One might expect someone so quiet and pensive to be self-critical or insecure, but he's neither of these, almost to the point of being a little conceited. He takes a cautious, realistic approach to most tasks.
It often isn't too noticeable, but Avery has something of a paranoid streak. He jumps at loud noises, triple-checks all his work, sleeps with one eye open and all his equipment packed up in arms reach. Though he would never have the chutzpah to question authority out loud, in secret he watches out for signs of negligence... or worse, treason. He seems hyper-aware of the behavioral patterns of others, sensitive to even slight deviations. He distrusts erratic, unpredictable folks, but never stops to question that he himself might be one of these.
Background History: The Capaldi family was once a prime example of the decadent upper tier. Leandro Capaldi, a friend of the royal family for many generations, operated a luxury architectural business credited with the building of some of the wealthiest districts, specializing in exquisite interior design. Leandro’s younger wife, Dina, was herself a Lady of royal lineage (though, due to her marriage, her descendants are no longer in line for the throne). The family had high hopes for their only son, Avery. Only a child and set to inherit the business upon his father's retirement, Avery had no reason not to believe that his post lifestyle would last. That is, until the less fortunate grew a bit too impatient.
And started organizing wide-scale attacks.
Oh, how naïve Avery had been, thinking that class would keep him safe. That it would keep his family safe. Leandro and Dina Capaldi were trapped inside one of their own buildings when it was felled with makeshift explosives. You could smell the smoke for miles, they said… Avery was only just out of the line of fire when the structure detonated. As far as his parents know, they all died together.
Avery, now an orphan, narrowly escaped an equally bloody fate by blending into the mob. Nobody recognized him. He was just a kid, after all. It suddenly dawned on Avery that he could use this to his advantage. He was young, just shy of 12 years old, as slight and inconspicuous as anyone could hope to be. And that ended up saving his life… well, kind of.
As one might imagine, survival skills were not Avery’s top priority growing up. Transitioning from being waited on hand and foot to begging and stealing to survive was an agonizing, grueling impossibility. He'd never been cold, hungry, or in pain before, but those things he somehow managed to push through. But being alone was another matter. Being defenseless to bigger and stronger thieves, the crazed, starving animals, having absolutely no one to fall back on. Independence was slowly killing him. Avery was naïve, perhaps, but he wasn't stupid. He had to realize at some point that he wasn't going to be able to make it through this. So, really, it was almost a blessing when the draft went out for children. Sure, going to war was almost a sure death warrant, but wasn't he going to die anyway? Yes, he had no incentive to fight for the government that failed to protect him and his family, but surely his new squad mates had even less of a reason to feel grateful to serve this broken country. Maybe they weren't that different after all.
Family:
Leandro Capaldi (Father, 45. deceased)
Dina Capaldi (Mother, 38. deceased)
Romantic Relationships: message me!
Friendships: message me!
Rivals: message me!
Mental Ticks: Bright flashes, the smell of gasoline… if you're determined, it isn't hard to trigger unpleasant memories in Avery.
Fears: Debilitating sickness. Rabies, especially. Avery is terrified at the prospect of dying alone, in pain, with no idea who or what he is anymore.
Hopes: That even if he's slated to die out here, that he can die knowing he had half a chance to live.
Sentimental Objects: Anything of value he had with him when he escaped has long since been robbed off of him.
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