Post by Spot on Jun 22, 2016 15:05:38 GMT
Angel
"I could never get one to stick. Someone would take me in, and just when I'd start to think 'Wow, this is a family,' they'd... Move. Have a new baby or have an allergy. Same old story. I'm out on the streets."
DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE IMPORTANCE OF BODY LANGUAGE
Age: 17
Face Claim: Sarah Michelle Gellar
Occupation: Street kid
BUT ON THE WHOLE I'VE BEEN A SAINT
Personality: At first glance, Angel appears to be arrogant and a rather snarky individual. She seems to be fairly streetwise and confident in her abilities to keep herself out of trouble. She often appears to be judging others when they proclaim that they're capable of things she knows they aren't, and often isn't afraid to point out that no, your idea is not the most brilliant thing ever if she's alone with you. Deep down, though, Angel isn't as tough as she appears to be. Her tough exterior is mostly a defense mechanism that she's built up over the years of living on her own. Deep down, she's kind, gentle, and has a deep set longing for a family to call her own. In truth, Angel is rather envious of what privileged, well off families have. She never would let that slip to anyone who knows her, though, out of fear that she'd get in trouble. She knows better than to voice her true wants and needs, and has learned that her own trouble is her own trouble. It's better, she thinks, to keep these things to herself instead of bearing her desire for the world to see. After all, she's already had five instances of terrible luck when it comes to finding a home. Why put that on display one more time just to get hurt?
Place of Residence: Wherever she can find shelter, honestly. Angel doesn't have a set home. She's a street kid, so she'll take what she can get.
IT WON'T COST MUCH
Friends: Hard to really say, but somewhat reluctantly counts Buster, Ruby, Mooch, Scratchy, Sparky, and Francois among them. Also at least partially counts Scamp.
Enemies: She loathes Buster mostly
Family: None to speak of
Gang, Group or Organization: None currently, but would join a gang or group if it meant finding a permanent source of shelter for a time.
YA POOR UNFORTUNATE SOUL
Sample Post "So you really think you're clever, huh? Then let's see your moves," Angel said. She had stumbled upon two other teens close to her age who both claimed to have the skills necessary for survival. Angel, having survived on the streets for most, if not all, of her life, wanted to see if the two had the chops they said they did. She flicked her head in the direction of a shop and a smirk played on her lips. The blonde wasn't going to just give the two some simple task. Oh, no. They had to prove they could steal right from under some shopkeeper's nose. The store in question was a butcher's shop, and there was a tantalizing string of sausages hanging on display. If the two could get inside and steal them without getting caught, Angel would be impressed. If not... Well, she'd tell the two of them what she told everyone else who she believed didn't belong. Just that; they didn't belong on the streets.
"All you have to do is show me that you can make use of those moves of yours. The butcher's not paying attention, so it should be easy to go in and take those sausages without being noticed. If you can do that, then you'll have shown me that you've got what it takes," Angel said. She almost grimaced at her own words. There was something eerily familiar about what she had said, but she couldn't place what it would have been. Had she heard someone say those very same things to her long ago? Or did it just sound weird because she was actually challenging someone? Whatever the case, Angel had posed her challenge and she wasn't about to take it back.
If the two really did have what it took, then they could pull it off without a problem. So, Angel just leaned up against the nearest wall and watched. This certainly would be interesting. Deep down, though, Angel knew they didn't have what it took. The two looked more like kids who were playing at living on the streets rather than people who would last more than five minutes there. What were they even doing there, honestly? Did they think this was a game? Surely they had a nice family somewhere that was worried about them...
No. Don't think like that, Angel reprimanded herself. She couldn't show anyone that side of her. Not yet, anyway. She had to keep her eyes trained on what was happening with the butcher's shop. That way, if the two actually had what it took, she could take some of what she was owed and be on her way.
At least some of what she'd learned from someone else had stuck. Take an opportunity and run with it, especially if it means you have less of a job to do.
"I could never get one to stick. Someone would take me in, and just when I'd start to think 'Wow, this is a family,' they'd... Move. Have a new baby or have an allergy. Same old story. I'm out on the streets."
DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE IMPORTANCE OF BODY LANGUAGE
Age: 17
Face Claim: Sarah Michelle Gellar
Occupation: Street kid
BUT ON THE WHOLE I'VE BEEN A SAINT
Personality: At first glance, Angel appears to be arrogant and a rather snarky individual. She seems to be fairly streetwise and confident in her abilities to keep herself out of trouble. She often appears to be judging others when they proclaim that they're capable of things she knows they aren't, and often isn't afraid to point out that no, your idea is not the most brilliant thing ever if she's alone with you. Deep down, though, Angel isn't as tough as she appears to be. Her tough exterior is mostly a defense mechanism that she's built up over the years of living on her own. Deep down, she's kind, gentle, and has a deep set longing for a family to call her own. In truth, Angel is rather envious of what privileged, well off families have. She never would let that slip to anyone who knows her, though, out of fear that she'd get in trouble. She knows better than to voice her true wants and needs, and has learned that her own trouble is her own trouble. It's better, she thinks, to keep these things to herself instead of bearing her desire for the world to see. After all, she's already had five instances of terrible luck when it comes to finding a home. Why put that on display one more time just to get hurt?
Place of Residence: Wherever she can find shelter, honestly. Angel doesn't have a set home. She's a street kid, so she'll take what she can get.
IT WON'T COST MUCH
Friends: Hard to really say, but somewhat reluctantly counts Buster, Ruby, Mooch, Scratchy, Sparky, and Francois among them. Also at least partially counts Scamp.
Enemies: She loathes Buster mostly
Family: None to speak of
Gang, Group or Organization: None currently, but would join a gang or group if it meant finding a permanent source of shelter for a time.
YA POOR UNFORTUNATE SOUL
Sample Post "So you really think you're clever, huh? Then let's see your moves," Angel said. She had stumbled upon two other teens close to her age who both claimed to have the skills necessary for survival. Angel, having survived on the streets for most, if not all, of her life, wanted to see if the two had the chops they said they did. She flicked her head in the direction of a shop and a smirk played on her lips. The blonde wasn't going to just give the two some simple task. Oh, no. They had to prove they could steal right from under some shopkeeper's nose. The store in question was a butcher's shop, and there was a tantalizing string of sausages hanging on display. If the two could get inside and steal them without getting caught, Angel would be impressed. If not... Well, she'd tell the two of them what she told everyone else who she believed didn't belong. Just that; they didn't belong on the streets.
"All you have to do is show me that you can make use of those moves of yours. The butcher's not paying attention, so it should be easy to go in and take those sausages without being noticed. If you can do that, then you'll have shown me that you've got what it takes," Angel said. She almost grimaced at her own words. There was something eerily familiar about what she had said, but she couldn't place what it would have been. Had she heard someone say those very same things to her long ago? Or did it just sound weird because she was actually challenging someone? Whatever the case, Angel had posed her challenge and she wasn't about to take it back.
If the two really did have what it took, then they could pull it off without a problem. So, Angel just leaned up against the nearest wall and watched. This certainly would be interesting. Deep down, though, Angel knew they didn't have what it took. The two looked more like kids who were playing at living on the streets rather than people who would last more than five minutes there. What were they even doing there, honestly? Did they think this was a game? Surely they had a nice family somewhere that was worried about them...
No. Don't think like that, Angel reprimanded herself. She couldn't show anyone that side of her. Not yet, anyway. She had to keep her eyes trained on what was happening with the butcher's shop. That way, if the two actually had what it took, she could take some of what she was owed and be on her way.
At least some of what she'd learned from someone else had stuck. Take an opportunity and run with it, especially if it means you have less of a job to do.