Post by Tris Scottsford on Jun 30, 2014 14:22:55 GMT -8
Name: Beatrice "Tris" Scottsford
Age: 19
Race: Human
Origin:
Born to the President of the United States of America, Thom Scottsford, and his wife Gray Scottsford. The young girl was born admidst a re-election, making that year an even more special day; her birthday being the day he had to be sworn in. Being all for his family, he was fortunate enough to be able to be sworn in at the hospital. It was a few days after that, when he been briefed on the Titan Project and the reasons for it. For the human race, and for his daughter's safety, Thom started negotiate a spot for Beatrice, and since he had met his wife on a bodyguarding mission, he thought that security would be the best spot for her.
Personality: She is a little ball of life, and always curious for new things. Her mind works like a scientist, only it could easily be confused by talk getting more complicated by the minute. Usually harmless, she still would have the strength of will to fight those that harm her family, including her family on the ship. At moments of heightened stress, anger, determination, sadness, Tris is capable of switching out of herself, and taking on a differerent persona; when willing to do anything for survival.
Ethnicity: Malatto-American
Appearance:
Her skin is a mix of light-skin and dark-skin, her face containing two bright eyes of brown, sparkling above the cute nose, yet below the black thinning outward eyebrows. Light pink lips guard her pearly whites. Her form was thin, but deceptively strong; dressed in a black thinning tank-top, loosely covered by a black jacket; coupled with a similar fitting, black pair of pants, atop with a pair of sturdy, black combat boots.
Role Play Sample:
The girl sat relaxed in the Collection, lounging in a seat, as she tapped her remote for the portable holo-projector; the face of her father shown in three dimensional imagining. His voice sounded so strong, so manly. Exactly what she thought of when she remembered her sleep. She heard a laugh, female. Her mother. She smiled when the blonde, white woman pushed herself into the image. Her father laughed-- and Tris knew that his arm hand moved around his wife, as she said, "....and no matter what, dear, your father and I will always love you; and we're proud of what you are able to do. Live for us. We will always be with you."
The Holo-message deactivated, leaving the device unlit, as she let her head drop back, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, as she thought of her parents. She had never met them, that she remembered. Isn't that what happens when you meet someone? If life is made up experiences, and you don't remember the experiences when you are a chchild- an infant, then if you meet someone at that stage, have you really met them? She curled up, arms wrapping around her legs, hugging them to her chest.
Age: 19
Race: Human
Origin:
Born to the President of the United States of America, Thom Scottsford, and his wife Gray Scottsford. The young girl was born admidst a re-election, making that year an even more special day; her birthday being the day he had to be sworn in. Being all for his family, he was fortunate enough to be able to be sworn in at the hospital. It was a few days after that, when he been briefed on the Titan Project and the reasons for it. For the human race, and for his daughter's safety, Thom started negotiate a spot for Beatrice, and since he had met his wife on a bodyguarding mission, he thought that security would be the best spot for her.
Personality: She is a little ball of life, and always curious for new things. Her mind works like a scientist, only it could easily be confused by talk getting more complicated by the minute. Usually harmless, she still would have the strength of will to fight those that harm her family, including her family on the ship. At moments of heightened stress, anger, determination, sadness, Tris is capable of switching out of herself, and taking on a differerent persona; when willing to do anything for survival.
Ethnicity: Malatto-American
Appearance:
Her skin is a mix of light-skin and dark-skin, her face containing two bright eyes of brown, sparkling above the cute nose, yet below the black thinning outward eyebrows. Light pink lips guard her pearly whites. Her form was thin, but deceptively strong; dressed in a black thinning tank-top, loosely covered by a black jacket; coupled with a similar fitting, black pair of pants, atop with a pair of sturdy, black combat boots.
Role Play Sample:
The girl sat relaxed in the Collection, lounging in a seat, as she tapped her remote for the portable holo-projector; the face of her father shown in three dimensional imagining. His voice sounded so strong, so manly. Exactly what she thought of when she remembered her sleep. She heard a laugh, female. Her mother. She smiled when the blonde, white woman pushed herself into the image. Her father laughed-- and Tris knew that his arm hand moved around his wife, as she said, "....and no matter what, dear, your father and I will always love you; and we're proud of what you are able to do. Live for us. We will always be with you."
The Holo-message deactivated, leaving the device unlit, as she let her head drop back, eyes staring up at the ceiling. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, as she thought of her parents. She had never met them, that she remembered. Isn't that what happens when you meet someone? If life is made up experiences, and you don't remember the experiences when you are a chchild- an infant, then if you meet someone at that stage, have you really met them? She curled up, arms wrapping around her legs, hugging them to her chest.
