Post by doodlebot on Aug 21, 2005 1:33:44 GMT -5
Full Name: Zoey Cooper
Gang Name: Tech
Age: 17
Birthday: Sometime in April
Gender: Female
Gang: Silver Dragon
Rank: Fringe
Skill Level: Target Practice
Love: None as of yet
Job: Helps out after school at a grocery store
Physical Desription: Zoey has hazel brown eyes, dark auburn hair, barely tanned skin tone, and a light smattering of freckles. Nothing striking to look at, infact she is pretty unassuming in appearance. Her face is round, more child-like and her facial expressions help carry that first-glance opinion. Her glasses are full rimmed and a dark purple color that seems black until in the correct light. Usually she is seen in either a baggy jacket of some sort (corded and jean) or a baggy sweatshirt worn over a vibrantly colored shirt that could say something ironic or funny. Her choice in pants are ones with a good selection of pockets, usually cargo of some kind. She likes slip-on shoes and primarily wears such. She is trying to learn how to improve her aim after finding that she had a knack for hitting targets if given enough time to sit and aim, she would prefer to not get close to an enemy in a fight.
Personality: First off she might seem like an airhead, lost in a book or staring off into space. But this girl has a large grey sponge known as her brain, and very little of what she reads leaks out. She has a bit of a short-term memory problem that levels off her remarkable learning capacity. Because she has read about it she could properly treat a more severe wound, and while she could check a bike or car over and a good percent of the time discover what is wrong she would not know where to start in building an engine. She is not very physically strong and rather squeamish at times, but if employed correctly she could be a great asset.
History: She is a case of the parents dying in a cliche car accident and her surviving at age twelve with only a knock to the head and a few bruises, then shipped off to an uncle who was just about to go through the rigors of divorce. She delt with it all with a quiet meekness, not wanting to complicate anyone else's life with her problems and thereby worsening them. Though she has always tried to stay out of her uncle's hair she is having a harder time as he is looking for a scapgoat for what's wrong with his life. Knowing that it is only a matter of time before she is kicked out of the house at the age of eighteen she is seeking a new place to call home, and that place is called the cold hard streets of their town.
Vehicle: Her rollerblades, well-loved and over used.
Pet(s): She has a soft spot for animals down on their luck and could have a new little buddy that she is nursing back to health every week. This has caused her to get into trouble in many situations and places. But she continues, her heart is just too soft, perhaps too soft for the streets...
This is the animal that she is currently nursing back to health. A young male that she found in an alley while wondering Silver Dragon territory.
Gang Name: Tech
Age: 17
Birthday: Sometime in April
Gender: Female
Gang: Silver Dragon
Rank: Fringe
Skill Level: Target Practice
Love: None as of yet
Job: Helps out after school at a grocery store
Physical Desription: Zoey has hazel brown eyes, dark auburn hair, barely tanned skin tone, and a light smattering of freckles. Nothing striking to look at, infact she is pretty unassuming in appearance. Her face is round, more child-like and her facial expressions help carry that first-glance opinion. Her glasses are full rimmed and a dark purple color that seems black until in the correct light. Usually she is seen in either a baggy jacket of some sort (corded and jean) or a baggy sweatshirt worn over a vibrantly colored shirt that could say something ironic or funny. Her choice in pants are ones with a good selection of pockets, usually cargo of some kind. She likes slip-on shoes and primarily wears such. She is trying to learn how to improve her aim after finding that she had a knack for hitting targets if given enough time to sit and aim, she would prefer to not get close to an enemy in a fight.
Personality: First off she might seem like an airhead, lost in a book or staring off into space. But this girl has a large grey sponge known as her brain, and very little of what she reads leaks out. She has a bit of a short-term memory problem that levels off her remarkable learning capacity. Because she has read about it she could properly treat a more severe wound, and while she could check a bike or car over and a good percent of the time discover what is wrong she would not know where to start in building an engine. She is not very physically strong and rather squeamish at times, but if employed correctly she could be a great asset.
History: She is a case of the parents dying in a cliche car accident and her surviving at age twelve with only a knock to the head and a few bruises, then shipped off to an uncle who was just about to go through the rigors of divorce. She delt with it all with a quiet meekness, not wanting to complicate anyone else's life with her problems and thereby worsening them. Though she has always tried to stay out of her uncle's hair she is having a harder time as he is looking for a scapgoat for what's wrong with his life. Knowing that it is only a matter of time before she is kicked out of the house at the age of eighteen she is seeking a new place to call home, and that place is called the cold hard streets of their town.
Vehicle: Her rollerblades, well-loved and over used.
Pet(s): She has a soft spot for animals down on their luck and could have a new little buddy that she is nursing back to health every week. This has caused her to get into trouble in many situations and places. But she continues, her heart is just too soft, perhaps too soft for the streets...
This is the animal that she is currently nursing back to health. A young male that she found in an alley while wondering Silver Dragon territory.