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Player's Name: Lins
Player LJ: recording
AIM or Email: AIM: motomiya
Timezone: CST (GMT -6)
Other Characters Played (at Template): Ashe (OU), Lady (OU), Ada Wong (OU)
Character: Trish
Series/Fandom: Devil May Cry
Original or Template version: Template
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Half-demon, Half-human.
Sexuality: For all intents, Heterosexual. However, people more than likely will assume her to be bisexual, simply because she does not discriminate who she uses her body as a weapon against.
Link to picture/PB of character: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/motomiya/2500y78.jpg (Sketch by Natalie!)
Appearance: Long blonde hair to her knees, kept cut in a choppy, layered style, Trish is hot, she knows it, and uses it to her advantage. Her eyes are blue, and her complexion is creamy -- she looks rather unassuming, and almost innocent, really, until you actually get to know her. Her clothing is minimal -- leather pants, leather boots, and leather tops, all kept close to the body for ease of movement, though how she can pull the stunts she pulls in those heels is really the mystery. In the end, though, the most impressive thing about Trish are the weapons she carries; a twin pair of customized M1911 semi-automatic pistols, one white and one black, that she calls 'Luce and Ombra', and a large sword that she calls 'Force Edge' on her back.
Personality:
At first glance, Trish is your average 16 year old girl. Tall and lean, with a pretty smile, she could concievably be confusedfor a preppy cheerleader -- until she points Luce or Ombra at your head and pulls the trigger. Her initial air of innocence is, really, nothing more than an act (though her ignorance of the human world isn't) -- Trish is tough as nails, as her upbringing demanded she be. Ruthless and unsympathetic, Trish treats both human and demon alike as stepping stones towards her goal. And her goal, due to the brainwashing she was victim to, plays an integral part of her core personality. Everything is for Mundus, and she will do as he commands, no matter what. She knows that to not means punishment, and that punishment means she will be wishing for death.
She does not feel the need to be close to people, preferring to use them than befriend them. Friends are a liability, family even more so. Vergil and Mundus are the only ones Trish feels remotely anything for, and that, more than likely, is because they are her superiors.
If there is anything Trish does enjoy, though, its flaunting her power. Whether its through her guns, her sword, her lightning powers, or even her body, Trish likes to show off and prove she's better at everything than you are. Trish takes great pride in her guns and sword and she will defend and protect them with her life. This is, perhaps, some remote part of her clings to the family she barely remembers. After all, all she knows of Sparda is what Mundus has lead her to believe. She feels a connection to those weapons, though if pressed she will deny it fully.
She does not need family, friends, or anything of the sort. All Trish needs, she feels, is her guns, her sword and herself.
Abilities/Strengths: Blessed with high agility and electrokinesis; Has a higher than average healing rate; Advanced knowledge in gun and sword-fighting techniques; Good looking
Weaknesses: Has little will of her own; Mentally scarred and traumatized; Only a half-demon, so she can sustain injury to the point of death as well as broken bones, etc.; Severe stockholm syndrome in regards to Mundus -- her loyalty lies primarily with him
History:
Born the third child of the Dark Knight Sparda, a high powered demon who sealed the King of Devils, Mundus away, and his human wife, Eva, Beatrice (as she was known then) lived a happy first four years of her life at home, being coddled by her father and playing rough-house with her elder brothers, Dante and Vergil. The twins weren't terribly older than she, and all in all, it was a rather good life.
Until Mundus broke the seal Sparda had used to keep him locked away in Hell. In the hopes of keeping his family safe, Sparda fled into the night without a word, but he didn't realize that this was what Mundus had hoped for. The demon king swept in on the house and the unsuspecting family, and Eva managed to hold him off, telling her children to hide -- but Dante, the ever cocky middle child, refused. Vergil took his baby sister, and the pair hid in a dark closet for what felt like days, but was probably nothing more than mere moments. The sounds of Dante and Eva screaming their last were something little Beatrice never forget, even as Mundus captured the remaining children, sweeping them back down into the bowels of Hell with him.
Mundus was not, by any means, a decent father-figure. The children were bent, broken and tortured into worshipping him as a God -- their father, Sparda, was useless, they were told, having left their mother and Dante to die. It was only by the grace of Mundus himself that he allowed these two to be spared. It wasn't hard to rope the two children into severe Stockholm Syndrome, and when they were presented with their father's weapons (which Sparda had left behind for Eva to use 'just in case'), Vergil eagerly accepted Yamato an Eastern styled katana, while Beatrice was given her father's guns and Western style broadsword. THe pair were trained in combat, and Mundus fully awakened their demon sides, giving them enhanced powers -- Beatrice, it seemed, was even granted with the ability to control and create electricity and lightning, something Mundus seemed genuinely pleased with.
Her upbringing continued in this fashion -- Beatrice, now going by the nickname of Trish, spending her days as the practical princess of Hell, with her elder brother as acting Prince, and her nights training with her sword, guns or her powers. Her loyalty to Mundus could not be matched, and she supported her brother in his thirst for more power, for the need to fill Sparda's shoes. All was going to plan, of course, except for the fact that Mundus didn't have the third child.
Mundus knew Dante was alive, and as soon as he was able, he managed to pinpoint Dante's general area, and assigned his first real mission to Trish: Find Dante, the traitor who left them for dead as children, and bring him back to Hell. Whether or not he was alive or dead wasn't the point. Trish left the following day, Luce and Ombra (her father's guns) and Force Edge (her father's sword) in hand.
However, she took a wrong turn at the seventh level of Hell.. and ended up in Template instead.
But she doesn't know that. Not yet, anyway.
Sample Journal Entry:
[Filter; Private]
Oh, you've got to be joking! This is so not where I'm supposed to be. Shit. Mundus is going to kill me. Literally.. Maybe I can just get there from here?
[End Private]
Hello~. Anyone out there wanna tell a girl where she's at? Seems I took a wrong turn somewhere to get to my destination.
Oh, hell, it's worth a shot. Anyone here know a guy named Dante?
Sample Roleplay:
Trish rolled to her feet, brandishing Luce and Ombra, glancing over the top of her sunglasses. A church, huh? This didn't seem right. Trish stood up slowly, sneering slightly at the sight of the cross over the altar, and marched towards the doorway, holstering her guns. There were no threats here -- nothing she could sense, at any rate. High-heeled boots clicked loudly on the floor as she walked, one hand placed on her hip as she pressed open the double doors with the other.
It was night, and the lights of the city below sparkled almost like stars on the ground. Trish, however, frowned. She had the distinct feeling that this was not where Mundus had wanted her to end up. The frown was followed by a grimace, and Trish stepped outside, reaching back to feel for Force Edge -- thankfully, it was still there. Trish pulled off her sunglasses and clipped them to the front of her corset with a small smirk.
First stop, the local bar. If she could get information anywhere, it'd be there. Human men didn't know what hit them when Trish was involved.. it was like taking candy from a baby.
She wasn't expecting no one to notice her when she walked in. The thought crossed her mind that it was weird, but Trish didn't really think anything of it. Perhaps they were used to sexy blondes walking into their bar. Taking a seat, she motioned for the bartender to notice her.
Except he didn't. Trish frowned again, and signaled for him again, accidently knocking over the drink of the man sitting next to her. She froze, but according to the reaction of the man next to her -- a confused 'What the hell' -- Trish managed to figure out.. they couldn't see her.
It was a few minutes later when Trish left the bar, the building already starting to smoke behind her. Fuck this place. She'd figure it out on her own.
Did you read the rules, Yes/No:
Player LJ: recording
AIM or Email: AIM: motomiya
Timezone: CST (GMT -6)
Other Characters Played (at Template): Ashe (OU), Lady (OU), Ada Wong (OU)
Character: Trish
Series/Fandom: Devil May Cry
Original or Template version: Template
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Half-demon, Half-human.
Sexuality: For all intents, Heterosexual. However, people more than likely will assume her to be bisexual, simply because she does not discriminate who she uses her body as a weapon against.
Link to picture/PB of character: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/motomiya/2500y78.jpg (Sketch by Natalie!)
Appearance: Long blonde hair to her knees, kept cut in a choppy, layered style, Trish is hot, she knows it, and uses it to her advantage. Her eyes are blue, and her complexion is creamy -- she looks rather unassuming, and almost innocent, really, until you actually get to know her. Her clothing is minimal -- leather pants, leather boots, and leather tops, all kept close to the body for ease of movement, though how she can pull the stunts she pulls in those heels is really the mystery. In the end, though, the most impressive thing about Trish are the weapons she carries; a twin pair of customized M1911 semi-automatic pistols, one white and one black, that she calls 'Luce and Ombra', and a large sword that she calls 'Force Edge' on her back.
Personality:
At first glance, Trish is your average 16 year old girl. Tall and lean, with a pretty smile, she could concievably be confusedfor a preppy cheerleader -- until she points Luce or Ombra at your head and pulls the trigger. Her initial air of innocence is, really, nothing more than an act (though her ignorance of the human world isn't) -- Trish is tough as nails, as her upbringing demanded she be. Ruthless and unsympathetic, Trish treats both human and demon alike as stepping stones towards her goal. And her goal, due to the brainwashing she was victim to, plays an integral part of her core personality. Everything is for Mundus, and she will do as he commands, no matter what. She knows that to not means punishment, and that punishment means she will be wishing for death.
She does not feel the need to be close to people, preferring to use them than befriend them. Friends are a liability, family even more so. Vergil and Mundus are the only ones Trish feels remotely anything for, and that, more than likely, is because they are her superiors.
If there is anything Trish does enjoy, though, its flaunting her power. Whether its through her guns, her sword, her lightning powers, or even her body, Trish likes to show off and prove she's better at everything than you are. Trish takes great pride in her guns and sword and she will defend and protect them with her life. This is, perhaps, some remote part of her clings to the family she barely remembers. After all, all she knows of Sparda is what Mundus has lead her to believe. She feels a connection to those weapons, though if pressed she will deny it fully.
She does not need family, friends, or anything of the sort. All Trish needs, she feels, is her guns, her sword and herself.
Abilities/Strengths: Blessed with high agility and electrokinesis; Has a higher than average healing rate; Advanced knowledge in gun and sword-fighting techniques; Good looking
Weaknesses: Has little will of her own; Mentally scarred and traumatized; Only a half-demon, so she can sustain injury to the point of death as well as broken bones, etc.; Severe stockholm syndrome in regards to Mundus -- her loyalty lies primarily with him
History:
Born the third child of the Dark Knight Sparda, a high powered demon who sealed the King of Devils, Mundus away, and his human wife, Eva, Beatrice (as she was known then) lived a happy first four years of her life at home, being coddled by her father and playing rough-house with her elder brothers, Dante and Vergil. The twins weren't terribly older than she, and all in all, it was a rather good life.
Until Mundus broke the seal Sparda had used to keep him locked away in Hell. In the hopes of keeping his family safe, Sparda fled into the night without a word, but he didn't realize that this was what Mundus had hoped for. The demon king swept in on the house and the unsuspecting family, and Eva managed to hold him off, telling her children to hide -- but Dante, the ever cocky middle child, refused. Vergil took his baby sister, and the pair hid in a dark closet for what felt like days, but was probably nothing more than mere moments. The sounds of Dante and Eva screaming their last were something little Beatrice never forget, even as Mundus captured the remaining children, sweeping them back down into the bowels of Hell with him.
Mundus was not, by any means, a decent father-figure. The children were bent, broken and tortured into worshipping him as a God -- their father, Sparda, was useless, they were told, having left their mother and Dante to die. It was only by the grace of Mundus himself that he allowed these two to be spared. It wasn't hard to rope the two children into severe Stockholm Syndrome, and when they were presented with their father's weapons (which Sparda had left behind for Eva to use 'just in case'), Vergil eagerly accepted Yamato an Eastern styled katana, while Beatrice was given her father's guns and Western style broadsword. THe pair were trained in combat, and Mundus fully awakened their demon sides, giving them enhanced powers -- Beatrice, it seemed, was even granted with the ability to control and create electricity and lightning, something Mundus seemed genuinely pleased with.
Her upbringing continued in this fashion -- Beatrice, now going by the nickname of Trish, spending her days as the practical princess of Hell, with her elder brother as acting Prince, and her nights training with her sword, guns or her powers. Her loyalty to Mundus could not be matched, and she supported her brother in his thirst for more power, for the need to fill Sparda's shoes. All was going to plan, of course, except for the fact that Mundus didn't have the third child.
Mundus knew Dante was alive, and as soon as he was able, he managed to pinpoint Dante's general area, and assigned his first real mission to Trish: Find Dante, the traitor who left them for dead as children, and bring him back to Hell. Whether or not he was alive or dead wasn't the point. Trish left the following day, Luce and Ombra (her father's guns) and Force Edge (her father's sword) in hand.
However, she took a wrong turn at the seventh level of Hell.. and ended up in Template instead.
But she doesn't know that. Not yet, anyway.
Sample Journal Entry:
[Filter; Private]
Oh, you've got to be joking! This is so not where I'm supposed to be. Shit. Mundus is going to kill me. Literally.. Maybe I can just get there from here?
[End Private]
Hello~. Anyone out there wanna tell a girl where she's at? Seems I took a wrong turn somewhere to get to my destination.
Oh, hell, it's worth a shot. Anyone here know a guy named Dante?
Sample Roleplay:
Trish rolled to her feet, brandishing Luce and Ombra, glancing over the top of her sunglasses. A church, huh? This didn't seem right. Trish stood up slowly, sneering slightly at the sight of the cross over the altar, and marched towards the doorway, holstering her guns. There were no threats here -- nothing she could sense, at any rate. High-heeled boots clicked loudly on the floor as she walked, one hand placed on her hip as she pressed open the double doors with the other.
It was night, and the lights of the city below sparkled almost like stars on the ground. Trish, however, frowned. She had the distinct feeling that this was not where Mundus had wanted her to end up. The frown was followed by a grimace, and Trish stepped outside, reaching back to feel for Force Edge -- thankfully, it was still there. Trish pulled off her sunglasses and clipped them to the front of her corset with a small smirk.
First stop, the local bar. If she could get information anywhere, it'd be there. Human men didn't know what hit them when Trish was involved.. it was like taking candy from a baby.
She wasn't expecting no one to notice her when she walked in. The thought crossed her mind that it was weird, but Trish didn't really think anything of it. Perhaps they were used to sexy blondes walking into their bar. Taking a seat, she motioned for the bartender to notice her.
Except he didn't. Trish frowned again, and signaled for him again, accidently knocking over the drink of the man sitting next to her. She froze, but according to the reaction of the man next to her -- a confused 'What the hell' -- Trish managed to figure out.. they couldn't see her.
It was a few minutes later when Trish left the bar, the building already starting to smoke behind her. Fuck this place. She'd figure it out on her own.
Did you read the rules, Yes/No: