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 | | Subject: Brittany Bardsley Sat Dec 15, 2012 10:47 pm | |
| Name: Brittany Bardsley Nickname: 'Countess' Age: 22 Gender: Female Weapon(s): Colt Single Action Army Personality: Brittany is a bit of a wild card. Unpredictability is her trade, and She absolutely loves to ply it. She is a woman who loves nothing more than to live life to it's absolute fullest, by her own definition. She thrives on the passion that is living within the moment, and takes every opportunity to enjoy the world as it comes to her. Some might consider her a bit of a hedonist in this regard; It's not a claim she'd deny, at least. Nothing matters more to her than to enjoy herself, and to see everyone else enjoying themselves; Even if the world was burning, that excitement of living would be her first and foremost priority. To this end, Brittanty is a gambling woman first, and she's willing to let anyone who asks know it by heart. There's no turning down a good gamble for her, if the price is right. She'd likely put her soul in eternity on the line for a rousing roll of the dice. To her, there's nothing more important than the thrill of uncertainty that comes from putting something on the line for a big win. That doesn't mean she isn't smart enough to know a losing bargain when she sees one, and she's well-enough capable of pulling her head out of the proverbial fire if there's no gain or fun to be had. Still, if there were ever a woman capable of gambling her life and the lives of everyone around them away, it'd be Brittany. Physical Appearance: Brittany is a fairly tall, slender lass who has reached the pique of her growing height. Her skin is flawless; Even without makeup, there are no real discolorations, blemishes or breakouts. There's no real tan to her, however; She's of Caucasian descent, but with enough color in her face to give off a toasty visage. It's common for her to get rather red in the face, even without the typically begetting embarrassment or anger; A little heat to the head will do it. She has 20/22 vision, and wears a pair of 'reading glasses' whenever she has to do any strenuous ("horrifyingly boring", in her words) reading. There are no bags under her eyes; She clearly gets enough sleep every night, despite her crazy lifestyle. As expected of a 'foreigner', her eyes are a lot larger than most Asian residents; You could practically fall into them. Despite their gray-ish color, when hit by light at just the right angle, her pupils could probably reflect all the colors of the rainbow. She has long, black hair that extends far enough down her back for anyone to consider 'graceful'. It's well-kept and lively; No split ends, no excessive pressing, and holds a notably resilient sheen. Brittany rarely wears it in a style other than the 'slight' hime cut she has recently become so intrigued with; Just as often, she simply ties it into a ponytail and leaves it be. Can't be bothered to do something as frivolous as a new style every day! Her body is relatively fit; Nothing flabby flapping about, that's for sure. She maintains a healthy... err. Well, she eats... food. Somehow, she hasn't lost her figure yet, though, so it's anyone's guess just how she pulls off her constant physique. On the same note, there are no real abnormalities to her, save for three amputed fingers on her right hand. No worries, though; She has three relatively spot-on prosthetic ones which work just fine! Bio: The Nobility of the Bardsely family extends as far back as the early 1600s, during which time trade began to bustle between Japan and the foreign countries. The surname gains it's footing in the court of Great Britain due to belonging to one of the leading industrial powers of that era. Grant Bardsely, a man with a nose for opportunity and 'great, magical prowess', lead a cultural revolution in the developing port town of Amahana, during a time period which smaller, xenophobic factions near Japan's borders fought to close off all trade and commerce with foreign countries. He was praised for his going above and beyond the 'call of duty' when he, a well-untrained merchant, and a single platoon of men helped turn the tide of the war against the xenophobic resistance, gaining him the title, "Savior of Amahana". In the years to come, ambassadors from Great Britain would be sent to watch over the country's development and relationship with other foreign countries; Some considered it another means of extending a helping hand with the country's natural development, while others viewed it as Britain's attempts at maintaining a firm grip over the territory they'd claimed in Japan. Tensions would rise as such, nearly culminating in a war between the 'oppressed' Japanese and British overseers. Once more, the Bardsely family was called upon to assist in this matter; For a differing reason, this time. The Japanese had, on their side, a force that the British army had never before faced; Something which could decimate entire platoons, yet went unseen to the untrained eye. It was a power that only Grant Bardsley had demonstrated before. Yet in his old age, Grant was less than capable of fighting a war. It fell upon his son, Connor Bardsley, whom he'd imparted most all the knowledge of his exploits upon to take the role of 'leader' of the men, and lead the suppression of the oncoming war in Japan. It was a campaign that lasted many years, during which time Connor came to enjoy his time in the foreign country, as his father did. Yet after 11 years of riots and public relations improvements, the threat seemed to pass. Connor, a young man turned verteran war hero, returned home to a old flame, and came to settle down and have a family, adopting his father's title as 'Count'. The child he gave birth to was none other than Brittany Bardsley, herself. Blessed was she, the child of a war hero, and the grandchild of one as well. Greatness seemed to be in her blood; Something which, despite what one might think, did not determine her future from birth. Connor was a passionate man who believed in allowing people to make their own choices in life. His wife, Elyssa, was content enough with her daughter growing up to become absolutely anything she wished to be; The further away from 'war hero', the better, as she did not wish to revisit the feelings of discontent she felt in having Connor run off on her. Brittany was quite literally free from a young age to do whatever she wished. She attended the best schools in Britain at the time. She took very easily to textbooks and absorbed all sorts of information really quickly. She was an expert at math, science, world history and even showed talent for music; yet where she really shined, as did all her predecessors, was at having a nose for opportunity. At 10 years old, Brittany began taking classes in business and economy, and excelled greatly at it. She would, in fact, go on to create her own line of designer clothes in years to come, which she would eventually entrust to her mother, who had far more experience in fashion design... Alongside the fact that running a business became increasingly boring over the years. In fact, most everything that Brittany took an interest in as a child became boring over the years; The older she grew, the more she craved for more 'exciting' things in her life. These excitements came from anywhere from getting into fencing and other competitive sports to outright gambling (legally). As a young student, she entered and subsequently won a British Fencing tournament. As a teenager, on her off-days, she would go horseback riding through the rough, unclaimed terrain within Britain. Elyssa showed concern for her daughter's growing habits, but Connor encouraged them nonetheless; She wouldn't become a woman of her own caliber if other people made her decisions and mistakes for her. So Brittany continued to further enthrall herself in such 'dangerous' affairs. Yet not all of her habits were destructive. She showed an active interest in current state of events in Japan, and when she reached the age of 18, she began preparing to visit the country her forefathers had such a dynamic impact on. At 19 years of age, after day-in and day-out language classes and cultural studies, Count Connor Bardsely kissed his daughter goodbye as she and a company of men boarded a black ship to Japan. There, her craze for entertainment and excitement only grew, as she was allowed much more freedom, and, under her father's grant, some nice amount of wealth. Her name carried a little bit of weight in Amahana, as many people recognized her as the daughter of the Count who helped settle the lands and give rise to the future. She had a casino built solely to keep her interests in check, where she could spend her nights gambling freely, and often went for walks through the English settlement with the current ambassador, Benjamin Williams, who was quite smitten with her. Yes, for a time, life was nice for Brittany. Unfortunately, it didn't last. Word spread of the Count's daughter's presence quickly, and rekindled old fires of hate and prejudice towards the Bardsley name. In the shadows, a group which went by the name of 'Yami no seiryoku' (The Dark Ones), or simply 'Yami' began to stir, led by a man named Tanzai Makota. They sought revenge on the British envoy and the Bardsley familiy name, and figured that Brittany's appearance was the means by which they could drive Britain's influence out of Amahana permanently. During one of Brittany's rather common walks through the back roads of Amahana, they struck; Assaulting her assigned guards and kidnapping her. She fought, naturally, but even she was no match for a group of men that outnumbered her own. She was taken from the back roads to the hideout of the group, where she was tortured for days on end. Seeking to ride this momentum to victory, Tanzai threatened the death of his hostage to the British settlement, and the conditions of his hostage's release; Those being that the British would retract all involvement in Amahana's affairs and return to their own country. It was a threat that, despite how impromptu the situation, was put under serious appeal. The death of the Count's daughter could push the Country into all-out war, and Tanzai knew it. He returned to the cave which he and the other men had stowed Brittany away in, and proceeded to gloat of his success to her. And yet, to his surprise, the conversation didn't end there. For Brittany had a clever, witty tongue, and she put it to good use by goading and taunting the man further, despite her chained position. Back and forth they went, ranging from insults to defamation one another's character. Eventually, she got what she wanted in the form of Tanzai forcing himself upon her, sexually; He was a man, after all, and she was a beautiful young woman, incapable of defending herself. This was a gambit she was willing to partake in, as Tanzai couldn't allow himself to be seen 'fraternizing' with his enemy, a member of the British delegacy. Unfortunately for him, that happened near-immediately after he 'lost his pants'; Another high-ranking member of the group walking in on him in the act. Brittany would then watch the rest play out as she expected it to; Dissention befell the group quickly, as rumor of their leader's interest in Brittany caused them to lose faith. One such member would soon enough turn himself into the British delegacy, where he would then spill the beans regarding Yami's hideout, in exchange for protection against any who would call him a traitor. The delegacy wasted no time in sending forth a sizeable rescue team to extract Brittany and put Tanzai to the sword. Er, figuratively, of course. The rag-tag band that made up what was left of Yami after the dissention passed stood no chance. Tanzai escaped with his life, somehow. Brittany was found shortly thereafter in the deepest portion of the caves, said to have been 'waiting with a bored look' for the rescue team; Only after she'd been rescued did she explain what had happened in its entirety. In the following months, however, despite her ordeal, Brittany decided to stay in Japan, rather than return home, to her mother's disdain. Tanzai still drew breath, and would likely come after her again... perhaps with a greater army of men than before. And that thought... was absolutely thrilling to the young Countess. Role-play sample:- Exccrept of another potential character, mid battle.:
Zack couldn't think particularly straight at the moment. Perhaps it was the mild concussion he'd no doubt just recieved from that terrible blow from the giant, bear-like creature that had been aiming to kill him, the last couple of seconds. Perhaps it was the rush of blood flowing to his head, thanks to the awkward landing he'd suffered after the aforementioned terrible blow. Whatever the case, he felt extremely lightheaded at the moment. The world around him seemed to become... dull, in every sense; As he stared upward at the sky, he could only see a grey hue of clouds, if even that. His body felt rather numb, and the sounds of life around him faded away; Likely, this was why even while Aya warned for him to run, Zack still laid there, quietly. He wasn't unconscious... at least, he didn't think he was. It was hard to tell. Reality... kept blurring...
~~~
"Put those boxes down o'er there, atop the rest o' them."
A midsummer's eve in New York City, New York. A small, yet bustling grocery store's backroom. A young, lanky, blond-haired teenager moved back and forth, between a group of well-stacked boxes, and a steadily coming shipment of them; each sliding along a well-oiled, well-used conveyor belt. The lighting was dim, but the young man didn't complain. It was bright enough to read the labeling of the boxes, which was all he needed. The floors were spotless, albeit well-aged; a broom and mop could only do so much, after all. Behind the young man, an entire stockroom of boxes, not unlike the ones he now stacked and placed together neatly at the end of the conveyor.
"We're missing 'bout 3 or so totes. Might'a been a mix-up with the order."
Two other men; a large, burly, dark-skinned man proving the conveyor with boxes from a large truck he seemed to own, and another, shorter, yet portly-looking lighter-skinned man, who oversaw the entire process. They exchanged words every so often, but the young blond neither acknowledged nor made addition to their conversation; His only focus was his work. "Hell if it matters. Got a 800-piece truck an' it looks like most of the good stuff is 'ere..." The short man responded to a concern from the truck handler. The final pieces of merchandise were loaded onto the conveyor, and as such, they were quickly handled by the young man. A few jokes and lighthearted words of thanks were exchanged between the short and stout men, whilst the blond began taking boxes from the conveyor, and placing them on a work cart. By the time the truck owner had left, the blond had loaded 3 carts to the brim with boxes, and began pressing out into the front end of the store with one. The portly man barely caught him.
"Zack, hold back for a minute. Gotta talk to you 'bout somethin'."
The cart stopped. The lanky, awkward, yet silent blond as well, though not effortlessly; He was clearly rather exhausted from loading the carts and organizing the boxes in the timely manner that he had. "...Yes sir." Regardless, he responded near-promptly, pushing the cart out of any possible walking path, before returning to the portly man's side. A single bead of sweat pressed down the side of his forehead, but otherwise he stood at attention, like a soldier receiving evaluation. The man before him ran a single hand through his near-balding hair, before continuing. "You didn't even ask for my help with that work just now. I was standing here, basically doing nothing, and you were wastin' your day's energy doin' it by yourself." A statement, in young Zack's mind; He saw no reason to respond. Neither, apparently, did the man see reason to continue for a time, and as such, both remained in silence for a few moments.
"So, what, you just think you're special, that you're the only one that can do work here?"
"No sir."
"Because that's how you're actin'; That's how you've been actin' since we hired you on. Like you're better than everyone else, is that what you think?" Zack bottled the slight feelings of offense he suddenly felt, as he bottled everything else, and pressed on. "No sir." The man, at Zack's predictably stoic response, leaned back against the conveyor belt. It was off, but there was likely some safety rule against such a thing; Then again, this was the store manager, so perhaps not. "So, tell me what it is, then. You don't talk to anyone, when you do, you're pretty much just cold about it. You don't ask for help, you're uncomfortable when your co-workers are trying to help you... What's the problem?" He continued to question Zack, who's heart began to race. He wasn't sure why. Perhaps this was a topic he didn't want to be pressed upon. Whatever the reason, he made no expression of it. "...I... don't know, sir." Was his only response.
“Lemme explain somethin’, Zack. You ain’t no superman. You ain’t no master o’ this work. You’re gunna need help. That goes for everything. You can’t just, like, bottle up your troubles and be stubborn about th… y… whe…” The rest was… so blurry. For a moment, Zack couldn’t quite recall why the rest was so blurry. But eventually, he did. It was because he blocked it out, back then. No doubt, the rest of that conversation was some spiel about believing in others, or trusting your friends, or knowing when to quit. Zack wasn’t the sort to do any of that. Never was. He was stubborn like that; Always doing things himself, never relying on anyone else to fight his battles for him. Perhaps that would never change. If it made him weaker than everyone else… Well, there was little capable of changing who and what he was now.
~~~
Slowly, Zack Connor stood once more. His bearings were off, his legs were shaky, and he continually swayed back and forth, but he did stand. Perhaps if the bear had the ability to show some form of emotion on its face, it might have been surprised; perhaps it would have been annoyed. Whatever the case, there was a moment of pause in its onslaught, simply due to it not expecting the man to even have the strength of body to move anymore. “You’re a tough guy, then. It matters not. You don’t possess enough strength to throw yet another punch, much less defeat me.” The beast’s words echoed through Zack’s ears; The world was still quite a blur to him. He wasn’t even completely sure that he was, well, where he was; yet amusingly enough, despite the situation, he noted the fact that of all the oddities wrong with him, he was missing something. His key chain. It must have fallen, or been broken off at some point. His glazed-over, half-dead eyes slowly moved about, and his body would sluggishly move afterwards, searching for the chain. It was… important to him.
Unfortunately, the bear didn’t seem to care much for his plight. “Do not turn your back on me, human!” Roared the beast, clearly upset with the man’s seeming lack-of concern for the situation at hand. Enraged, it moved forth again, down on all fours, rushing dead on at the man’s limp form. Yet he didn’t stop searching. He did, eventually, find his prized possession; slightly tarnished by the soil, the cross lay still on the ground, inches from his right hand. He crawled just a tad forth, and retrieved the piece, some semblance of relief returning to him, even as the creature loomed over his slowly-turning body…
And what happened next, was well-enough a surprise to everyone.
A blinding flash of light, the likes of the sun’s radiance erupted forth from the collision between man and bear, the sound of flesh being pierced and a soul-swelling cry, alongside a powerful gust of wind accompanying it. So sudden were these simultaneous events that the younger brother bear, who sought to recapture his ‘prey’ with another combo of blows, was momentarily stunned by disbelief; No power of his brother was capable of creating such a light. The window of opportunity was there; With his thick fur, it was no wonder the young lady, Aya Kouruki, was capable of mounting its back and beginning an assault on the creature’s head. Naturally, though, once the initial blow upon it’s ‘skull’, which managed a bit of a crack at the top of its mask connected, the beast regained its senses, and immediately took action to remove the girl; With as much whiplash as he could manage, the bear fell backwards, onto the ground below. His aim was to throw the girl off either by sheer force of wind speed, or slamming her to the floor just as hard as he would be slammed; His naturally thick fur being a defensive advantage.
The light, soon thereafter, died down. Where stood the dying vestiges of a young man caught in a bear’s maw, however, was now a different scene entirely. The creature had been stopped cold; Incapable of pressing any further towards the blonde man. Its claws extended to their fullest, and even there they weren’t far enough forward to reach him. What held it back? A long, white, pristine spear, which had been cast dead-on into the creature’s mask, and protruded slightly through the back of its head. The pole end of said spear was held by none other than a still-weakened, yet hard-pressed Zack Connor, who somehow found the strength of will even in his current state to hold the beast’s weight at bay, lest it collapse on top of him and crush him regardless.
“…Well done… Zack… Connor.” Parting words echoed from the creature’s mask, as it soon afterwards began to disintegrate, the critical blow stricken.
Statistics: Rank/level - LOW Hankou - 1 Reiryoku - 1 Hakudo - 4 Seijuu - 1 Bukijuu - 4 Hoho - 4 Points awarded: 0 Total points: 15
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