Lord Aphrodite
To conquer death, you only have to die.
"You are hereby honorably discharged from you service in the United States Army."
"Nineteen stab wounds to the arms, chest, and legs. Along with multiple burns and bruising on the arms, legs, face, and chest. One gunshot wound to the right shoulder. One broken finger."
"أين مخابئ الأسلحة؟"
The sound of the car door opening jarred Caitlin out of her thoughts. The man on the outside, a graying and balding driver, gestured for her to exit. It was a weird feeling, seeing service to her. She calmly exited the car, looking around the premises. Green hedges rose up alongside pristine sidewalks, which ran around a fountain. The path then ran up to the gigantic mansion. Around the mansion, she could see a giant yard, literally the size of some city parks.
"Let me get your bag ma'am." The driver said, but she held up a hand.
"I'll get it." Caitlin retrieved it from the trunk and hoisted it behind her shoulder.
She walked slowly on the path, examining the property as she made her way to the door. She caught a glance of a pool, and a hedge maze to the side of the yard. She reached up to knock, and it was opened before she made contact.
"Hello Miss Harker." The man at the door said. "The (X) Family is waiting for you inside. May I take your bag?"
"I'm fine." She said politely, ignoring the defensive edge her voice had.
"Allow me to lead you to your hosts." The man closed the door behind him.
She followed the man to another room in a seemingly endless sequence of hallways. When they arrived, the man opened the door, leaning into the room. "Mister and Misses (X), Miss Harker is here."
He waived her in, then closed the door behind her. She stood at attention, a habit that wouldn't die quickly. "Hello." She started, looking at each of them. "I'm Caitlin Harker, I'm a friend- Was a friend, my apologies, of your son."
Name: Private First Class (PFC) Caitlin Susanne Harker
Age: 20
Height: 5'6
Weight: 160 (mostly muscle, some fat from the military hospital)
Backstory: Caitlin is from a middle class family in a St. Louis suburb. She was pretty well off, making decent grades in high school, but waiting to go to college so she could work a summer. At her summer job, she found herself, eventually realizing her sexuality. She gained enough courage, then admitted her sexuality to her parents.
She was immediately given two days to pack up, and move out. In response to this, she rented a storage locker for two years and immediately joined the Army, using it to fight through her grief. While in the Army she made one true friend, but they were caught in an engagement together, and captured by the Taliban. They were tortured by the Taliban for a month, before he died in captivity. A week later, she was saved by a special ops unit.
After that incident, she was given a Purple Heart, a promotion, and a ticket back to the states, where the family of her friend took her in.
(First photo would be of young her in combat gear and face paint. Second would be her after her honorable discharge and her time in the hospital.)
Person A (who I will be playing) is a soldier who was in a war. During combat, she only made one friend, who is shot and is killed in an altercation in which she was also shot. Her injury sends her home. Problem is... Her family disowned her for being gay, which is why she joined, to get away from them.
Once she's back in the states, she's taken in by the family of her friend. It is then that she finds out that her friend was loaded. Their family is rich.
Obviously, the transition from sleeping in full combat gear in the sand, to pajamas in a mansion is going to be tough.
Staying with the family is both easy and tough at the same time. On one hand, she's allowed to do nothing and cope, which is very helpful for her situation. On the other hand, her friend's sibling (person B, you) keeps pulling her to extravagant parties and activities that she feels very out of place in.
"Nineteen stab wounds to the arms, chest, and legs. Along with multiple burns and bruising on the arms, legs, face, and chest. One gunshot wound to the right shoulder. One broken finger."
"أين مخابئ الأسلحة؟"
The sound of the car door opening jarred Caitlin out of her thoughts. The man on the outside, a graying and balding driver, gestured for her to exit. It was a weird feeling, seeing service to her. She calmly exited the car, looking around the premises. Green hedges rose up alongside pristine sidewalks, which ran around a fountain. The path then ran up to the gigantic mansion. Around the mansion, she could see a giant yard, literally the size of some city parks.
"Let me get your bag ma'am." The driver said, but she held up a hand.
"I'll get it." Caitlin retrieved it from the trunk and hoisted it behind her shoulder.
She walked slowly on the path, examining the property as she made her way to the door. She caught a glance of a pool, and a hedge maze to the side of the yard. She reached up to knock, and it was opened before she made contact.
"Hello Miss Harker." The man at the door said. "The (X) Family is waiting for you inside. May I take your bag?"
"I'm fine." She said politely, ignoring the defensive edge her voice had.
"Allow me to lead you to your hosts." The man closed the door behind him.
She followed the man to another room in a seemingly endless sequence of hallways. When they arrived, the man opened the door, leaning into the room. "Mister and Misses (X), Miss Harker is here."
He waived her in, then closed the door behind her. She stood at attention, a habit that wouldn't die quickly. "Hello." She started, looking at each of them. "I'm Caitlin Harker, I'm a friend- Was a friend, my apologies, of your son."
Name: Private First Class (PFC) Caitlin Susanne Harker
Age: 20
Height: 5'6
Weight: 160 (mostly muscle, some fat from the military hospital)
Backstory: Caitlin is from a middle class family in a St. Louis suburb. She was pretty well off, making decent grades in high school, but waiting to go to college so she could work a summer. At her summer job, she found herself, eventually realizing her sexuality. She gained enough courage, then admitted her sexuality to her parents.
She was immediately given two days to pack up, and move out. In response to this, she rented a storage locker for two years and immediately joined the Army, using it to fight through her grief. While in the Army she made one true friend, but they were caught in an engagement together, and captured by the Taliban. They were tortured by the Taliban for a month, before he died in captivity. A week later, she was saved by a special ops unit.
After that incident, she was given a Purple Heart, a promotion, and a ticket back to the states, where the family of her friend took her in.
(First photo would be of young her in combat gear and face paint. Second would be her after her honorable discharge and her time in the hospital.)
Person A (who I will be playing) is a soldier who was in a war. During combat, she only made one friend, who is shot and is killed in an altercation in which she was also shot. Her injury sends her home. Problem is... Her family disowned her for being gay, which is why she joined, to get away from them.
Once she's back in the states, she's taken in by the family of her friend. It is then that she finds out that her friend was loaded. Their family is rich.
Obviously, the transition from sleeping in full combat gear in the sand, to pajamas in a mansion is going to be tough.
Staying with the family is both easy and tough at the same time. On one hand, she's allowed to do nothing and cope, which is very helpful for her situation. On the other hand, her friend's sibling (person B, you) keeps pulling her to extravagant parties and activities that she feels very out of place in.
Ending #1 would entail my character healing, then leaving to move on with their live, much to the pain of your character who wants mine to stay. Maybe your character comes with mine, maybe not...
Ending #2 would entail my character staying with your character, and living with them for a while while she takes online classes. We can decide from there whether or not if my character leaves after that.