app to w_disneyacademy
♠ Application
♠ Mun
Name: Becca
Journal: takozu
Contact Info: xtakozux @ AIM, takozu @ plurk.
Other Characters: Megara.
♠ Character Info
Name: Lieutenant Helga Katrina Sinclair
Movie/series: Atlantis: The Lost Empire.
Year/Position: Staff/Faculty.
Non/Speaking Animal/Companion(if any): None.
Powers: Nothing out of the ordinary, though Helga has various combat training and hands on experience, especially with a colorful armory of firearms, knives and other weapons.
Canon history: Here and the introductory paragraph Here.
AU history: After being betrayed by Rourke in the volcano bordering Atlantis, Helga was rescued out of good faith by Milo and Joshua Sweet, their lead medical officer. In pieces, Sweet patched up what he could of her, and she came to the surface with the rest of the team, thankful just to have what she had of her life. She's never questioned Sweet or Thatch's intentions. She was invited back to Whitmore Industries on one condition: she accept the position at Disney Academy. While initially, she wasn't very happy about her arrangements, she didn't complain. Arriving at the Academy, she settled in quietly, testing her limits and pushing herself past them, her eye set on healing and being back in her best game as quickly as possible. On occasion, her previous injuries tend to flare up, most often as ghost pains spurred by Mist/Strangeling invasions. Otherwise, due to slip ups, which she isn't usually prone to.
The first get together, the Masquerade, came along with Rourke's return, something she wasn't at all pleased with. She made sure to assert her position on the playing field with him, one that said she wasn't going to be bowled over again. Throughout her stay, however, the two came to reconcile, though they had not forgiven each other completely.
Personality: Helga, in short, is a no-nonsense woman. When she has a goal, she stops at nothing to attain it, and this could be by using any means necessary. These means can be by having an ulterior motive, by sheer force, or by use of her feminine wiles. Either way, her focus never strays.
Other than that, Helga carries an air of importance, of authority, especially over those at a lower rank or serving under her. Her appearance is always professional, and there are few people that see her differently. Students garner a small amount of empathy from her, more than any subordinate ever did. This depends solely on the student. While she holds a zero-tolerance on any rules, she considers her students her team. Lenience from her is rare. When Helga is in charge of a team, she does her damnedest to make sure nothing happens to them. She isn't particularly social with said 'team', however. As with any team that goes on an expedition or hunt, or in this case, the fight for survival, there was the chance that she could lose someone, and she didn't want the emotional hinderance should it happen. She's always bunking away from the group, away from everyone else that she's been on multiple jobs with to avoid that potentil connection. As a commanding officer, it's her duty to not lose them, not be their teammate/friend.
Helga is always prepared. That leads to keeping a handgun between her bed and boxspring, or leaving her clothes on, or, by her bedside. Even awake, she's always standing in a way that could be described as ready, almost a battle like stance. A figurative way to put it would be that she's like a cat that sleeps with one eye open. She's always been that way, and the betrayal at the Atlantean volcano only solidified that habit. Helga isn't likely to be caught off guard.
Unlike Rourke, Helga has a very strict 'thinking-before-acting' train of thought. While he's very hands on and violent, Helga watches from afar, ever observant, ever planning. The only time she breaks this train is when she's leading the remainder of the crew into the escape vehicles (She's very to the point, but not panicked), and when she swings back up to strike Rourke after her initial fall from the zeppelin/air balloon (something she didn't see coming, she was blinded by her shock and anger.)
When idle or bored, Helga keeps her hands busy, whether that's with her gloves, with her gestures, or with whatever she has on hand. She's easily annoyed by what she thinks she already knows or doesn't need, as demonstrated on the bridge during Milo's speech/slideshow. She had a waning belief of the supernatural until the crystal chamber, a scene that solidified her belief. That belief has helped her contribute to the fight against the Mist.
Greatest Fear: Helga's greatest fear has always and will forever be failure. Failure to prtect her team, failure to complete the mission, failure to serve her commanding officer, even failure to find or secure the item or goal she initially set for herself or for her team. Failure, in her case, is never ever an option.
Has your character been at the Academy before/ does your character remembering being at the Academy before?: Yes, and yes.
What are you plans with this character?: Helga is a leader when there is no other, and she's damned good at it. She takes and gives orders well, and wants to establish an organized effort against the Mist.
Previous players with returning characters from disney_academy only:
How has the Black Mist affected your character’s memory, if at all?: It has not.
Are there any noteworthy events that happened to your character in the previous game?: Helga's been the rescuer in two Black Mist kidnappings, one for Lyle Rourke and one for Astrid Hofferson. She remembers the both of them well. She was also a chief contributer in the Berk Expedition, to see what became of the swallowed community. She was injured extensively in the operation, irritating her previous injuries sustained from the Atlantis Expedition. Later on, she was the chaperone of most of the dances/get togethers. She had a close relationship with Astrid Hofferson before and after her Black Mist rescue, as well as Milo Thatch, Captain Elizabeth Swann and Captain Amelia Smollet.
♠ Writing
Third person writing sample:
The morning started like every other morning. A little more quiet, though. With a little less life glowing through her window. The sunrise was nonexistant among the lingering darkness. However, this wouldn't stop her. She all but rolled out of bed and her feet met the floor with the balls of her feet, running her fingers through her hair. Moments later, the shower knobs turned, and the hot water washed whatever groggy feelings she had down the drain. Out of the shower, she pulled on her usual breeches, and tanktop. The chilly feeling under her skin asked her to put on her turtleneck, but she knew that it wouldn't stop the cold feeling. Fiddling round in the vanity, she pulled out a worn brush and pulled it through her freshly washed hair. As she finished brushing, she peered behind the curtain with a single finger.
The Black Mist had receded the past few days, however, the darkness still lingered about. That doomed feeling still thickly coated the air. She waited. Oh, how she waited, and oh how she hated waiting. She waited for a call, for an announcement, or a knock on her door. She waited to hear about who was taken this time, who she had to go after now. The Winchester laid behind her door, loaded and appropriately cleaned, waiting along with her. She closed the curtains to her window.
Summertime for the Academy was meant to be...well, students enjoying themselves away from their studies. Not hiding away in their dormitories. Not cowering away from the sun that was obscured by the clouds of black. Checking her calender mounted on her wall with a black marker, she marked out yet another day, cooped up in this room. A look over to the wall and she sees her previous plastering of postcards and newspaper clippings, her only glnce to the outside besides her window. In a bit of a fit, she peels the collage off the side of the wall. The lieutenant wasn't about to let herself get sentimental. This was a prolonged time of crisis. She had to keep focused. She pulls open her dresser drawers, putting the folded up pasted together papers and photos into the drawer, and pulls the six shot on top of it to hide it's focus.
Maybe the comms were working. She opens the adjacent drawer to flick hers on. The small device lit up with life, and she scrolled up and down the contacts list.
First person writing sample:
[ In all her attempts to seem the least paranoid as possible, the Lieutenant appears on the comm with a stern look on her face. In her lap, a notepad and pad sit off screen. ]
Eighth day in, and the comms are back up. If you could check in with me or another staff member as soon as possible, we'll get a headcount, and see if anyone's missing. We want to be ready this time.
I hope you all are still in your respective dorms. Especially those of you on my floor.
[ That's not a tone to trifle with. ]
Have a good afternoon.
♠ Mun
Name: Becca
Journal: takozu
Contact Info: xtakozux @ AIM, takozu @ plurk.
Other Characters: Megara.
♠ Character Info
Name: Lieutenant Helga Katrina Sinclair
Movie/series: Atlantis: The Lost Empire.
Year/Position: Staff/Faculty.
Non/Speaking Animal/Companion(if any): None.
Powers: Nothing out of the ordinary, though Helga has various combat training and hands on experience, especially with a colorful armory of firearms, knives and other weapons.
Canon history: Here and the introductory paragraph Here.
AU history: After being betrayed by Rourke in the volcano bordering Atlantis, Helga was rescued out of good faith by Milo and Joshua Sweet, their lead medical officer. In pieces, Sweet patched up what he could of her, and she came to the surface with the rest of the team, thankful just to have what she had of her life. She's never questioned Sweet or Thatch's intentions. She was invited back to Whitmore Industries on one condition: she accept the position at Disney Academy. While initially, she wasn't very happy about her arrangements, she didn't complain. Arriving at the Academy, she settled in quietly, testing her limits and pushing herself past them, her eye set on healing and being back in her best game as quickly as possible. On occasion, her previous injuries tend to flare up, most often as ghost pains spurred by Mist/Strangeling invasions. Otherwise, due to slip ups, which she isn't usually prone to.
The first get together, the Masquerade, came along with Rourke's return, something she wasn't at all pleased with. She made sure to assert her position on the playing field with him, one that said she wasn't going to be bowled over again. Throughout her stay, however, the two came to reconcile, though they had not forgiven each other completely.
Personality: Helga, in short, is a no-nonsense woman. When she has a goal, she stops at nothing to attain it, and this could be by using any means necessary. These means can be by having an ulterior motive, by sheer force, or by use of her feminine wiles. Either way, her focus never strays.
Other than that, Helga carries an air of importance, of authority, especially over those at a lower rank or serving under her. Her appearance is always professional, and there are few people that see her differently. Students garner a small amount of empathy from her, more than any subordinate ever did. This depends solely on the student. While she holds a zero-tolerance on any rules, she considers her students her team. Lenience from her is rare. When Helga is in charge of a team, she does her damnedest to make sure nothing happens to them. She isn't particularly social with said 'team', however. As with any team that goes on an expedition or hunt, or in this case, the fight for survival, there was the chance that she could lose someone, and she didn't want the emotional hinderance should it happen. She's always bunking away from the group, away from everyone else that she's been on multiple jobs with to avoid that potentil connection. As a commanding officer, it's her duty to not lose them, not be their teammate/friend.
Helga is always prepared. That leads to keeping a handgun between her bed and boxspring, or leaving her clothes on, or, by her bedside. Even awake, she's always standing in a way that could be described as ready, almost a battle like stance. A figurative way to put it would be that she's like a cat that sleeps with one eye open. She's always been that way, and the betrayal at the Atlantean volcano only solidified that habit. Helga isn't likely to be caught off guard.
Unlike Rourke, Helga has a very strict 'thinking-before-acting' train of thought. While he's very hands on and violent, Helga watches from afar, ever observant, ever planning. The only time she breaks this train is when she's leading the remainder of the crew into the escape vehicles (She's very to the point, but not panicked), and when she swings back up to strike Rourke after her initial fall from the zeppelin/air balloon (something she didn't see coming, she was blinded by her shock and anger.)
When idle or bored, Helga keeps her hands busy, whether that's with her gloves, with her gestures, or with whatever she has on hand. She's easily annoyed by what she thinks she already knows or doesn't need, as demonstrated on the bridge during Milo's speech/slideshow. She had a waning belief of the supernatural until the crystal chamber, a scene that solidified her belief. That belief has helped her contribute to the fight against the Mist.
Greatest Fear: Helga's greatest fear has always and will forever be failure. Failure to prtect her team, failure to complete the mission, failure to serve her commanding officer, even failure to find or secure the item or goal she initially set for herself or for her team. Failure, in her case, is never ever an option.
Has your character been at the Academy before/ does your character remembering being at the Academy before?: Yes, and yes.
What are you plans with this character?: Helga is a leader when there is no other, and she's damned good at it. She takes and gives orders well, and wants to establish an organized effort against the Mist.
Previous players with returning characters from disney_academy only:
How has the Black Mist affected your character’s memory, if at all?: It has not.
Are there any noteworthy events that happened to your character in the previous game?: Helga's been the rescuer in two Black Mist kidnappings, one for Lyle Rourke and one for Astrid Hofferson. She remembers the both of them well. She was also a chief contributer in the Berk Expedition, to see what became of the swallowed community. She was injured extensively in the operation, irritating her previous injuries sustained from the Atlantis Expedition. Later on, she was the chaperone of most of the dances/get togethers. She had a close relationship with Astrid Hofferson before and after her Black Mist rescue, as well as Milo Thatch, Captain Elizabeth Swann and Captain Amelia Smollet.
♠ Writing
Third person writing sample:
The morning started like every other morning. A little more quiet, though. With a little less life glowing through her window. The sunrise was nonexistant among the lingering darkness. However, this wouldn't stop her. She all but rolled out of bed and her feet met the floor with the balls of her feet, running her fingers through her hair. Moments later, the shower knobs turned, and the hot water washed whatever groggy feelings she had down the drain. Out of the shower, she pulled on her usual breeches, and tanktop. The chilly feeling under her skin asked her to put on her turtleneck, but she knew that it wouldn't stop the cold feeling. Fiddling round in the vanity, she pulled out a worn brush and pulled it through her freshly washed hair. As she finished brushing, she peered behind the curtain with a single finger.
The Black Mist had receded the past few days, however, the darkness still lingered about. That doomed feeling still thickly coated the air. She waited. Oh, how she waited, and oh how she hated waiting. She waited for a call, for an announcement, or a knock on her door. She waited to hear about who was taken this time, who she had to go after now. The Winchester laid behind her door, loaded and appropriately cleaned, waiting along with her. She closed the curtains to her window.
Summertime for the Academy was meant to be...well, students enjoying themselves away from their studies. Not hiding away in their dormitories. Not cowering away from the sun that was obscured by the clouds of black. Checking her calender mounted on her wall with a black marker, she marked out yet another day, cooped up in this room. A look over to the wall and she sees her previous plastering of postcards and newspaper clippings, her only glnce to the outside besides her window. In a bit of a fit, she peels the collage off the side of the wall. The lieutenant wasn't about to let herself get sentimental. This was a prolonged time of crisis. She had to keep focused. She pulls open her dresser drawers, putting the folded up pasted together papers and photos into the drawer, and pulls the six shot on top of it to hide it's focus.
Maybe the comms were working. She opens the adjacent drawer to flick hers on. The small device lit up with life, and she scrolled up and down the contacts list.
First person writing sample:
[ In all her attempts to seem the least paranoid as possible, the Lieutenant appears on the comm with a stern look on her face. In her lap, a notepad and pad sit off screen. ]
Eighth day in, and the comms are back up. If you could check in with me or another staff member as soon as possible, we'll get a headcount, and see if anyone's missing. We want to be ready this time.
I hope you all are still in your respective dorms. Especially those of you on my floor.
[ That's not a tone to trifle with. ]
Have a good afternoon.