Post by BILLIE-LYNN CLARKE on Aug 8, 2013 15:47:15 GMT -5
BILLIE-LYNN CLARKE
AGE: 20
GENDER: Female
NICKNAMES: Billie or Lynn or Clarke depending on the person. Never her full name.
MEMBER GROUP: Spacer
BRIEF HISTORY:
Billie-Lynn grew up in a well to-do family on the fancible side of Persephone. She had everything she could ever want, the Alliance were never a problem. She got the best education money could give. Things were good, perfect even. However, Billie never actually warmed up to the lifestyle. She couldn't stand being put in frilly dresses and made to attend pompous parties. She was a dirt and grit kind of girl. Her parents hated it and she hated them. At least once she was old enough to see the pointlessness of what they did every day. She always felt there was something more, something missing in her life. Like she could be doing something much more important with her life than flaunting her parents money around.
She didn't make the kind of friends her family wanted her to, she didn't make the grades they were paying for. Billie never really did anything to please her parents. Once she hit the age of sixteen, Billie-Lynn left Persephone behind her. She hopped around the rim planets, looking for a crew to join. Anything that could give her life a little more meaning. Never speaking about where she came from, or how she got to where she is now. Making it highly improbable for anyone to find her and force her back home. As long as Billie was on the move, she felt safe and happy.
In the course of the past three years, she's made a name for herself on the rim planets and out in the black. A girl who's not afraid to get her hands dirty. A girl who won't ask questions. A girl who can be an asset without dragging an operation down. Most people know her by only one half of her name. Either Billie or Lynn. Some even call her Clarke. And that's just about all they know, her name and what good she can do. They know how well she can fly a ship and how attached to one she can get. One of the first ships Billie ever got on, she asked to learn how to fly it. And found her natural talent behind the controls. She likes the rush of adrenaline that comes with maneuvering a ship, the relationship between boat and pilot. Even though she's young, Billie knows that she's good.
Billie hasn't really stayed in one place for long. Although her stays have gotten longer and longer aboard ships and on planets. She hopes to find a somewhat permanent place with a crew or a small town soon.
FACE CLAIM: Astrid Berges-Frisbey
EYE COLOR: Hazel
HAIR COLOR: Brown
OTHER FEATURES: Severely high cheekbones and a birthmark on the top of her left shoulder that looks like a rabbit.
GENERAL: Billie is a quiet person for the most part. She's used to keeping to shadows and stayed out of the way. Once people become familiar to her, she opens up a lot more and is rather cheerful. As long as she has something to do, she's happy. She has a more positive outlook on life now that she's been away from her family for four years. She knows how to take a joke and will attempt to throw one back. But it's clear that Billie-Lynn is also a very secretive person. When asked personal questions, she'll easily change the subject. She's good at hiding things, which in turn makes her a good liar. Though she'll only fib when she absolutely needs to. Billie is honest in a gentle way. She doesn't sugar coat things, but she's not abrasive either. She tends to forgive others a little too easily, giving them more than just a second chance. There's not much of a temper in her, but then again no one has ever given her a real reason to get mad. Overall Billie-Lynn is a pleasant person.
WEAKNESSES: Her tendency to forgive and forget, her age, her family, kindness, honesty and small fluffy animals
STRENGTHS:Talent for piloting ships, lack of a temper, ability to keep secrets, intelligence and optimism.
OTHER CHARACTERS: none currently
RP SAMPLE
It wasn't exactly late, but for Kenzie it was about time that she picked up a bottle. But she didn't want to actually move, which was a seldom thing. She was half laying on the floor of The Pit. Back curved across an outcropped rock, one long leg stretched out, the other bent so her boot was off of the ground. She was pretty sure that passing members could see straight up the leather skirt she had opted for, but she really didn't care. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and it had been a long day. And her sister was only a glimpse once or twice, so there wasn't really anything left for Kenzie to do. Except half lay on her rock, long blonde hair splayed out behind her in a bright sheet. And there was a sharp edge digging into the back of her shoulder, but she still didn't want to move.
She was staring at the scar running up her arm. Gently running the fingertips of her other hand over it. Scowling at the puckered skin. Nightmares had plagued her for the better part of the previous night. And it was all that ran through her head throughout the day. Even though she had retrained the muscles in her lower arm, hand and fingers, they still liked to slack off every now and again. As if the muscle fibers themselves had healed at a weird angle, the nerves misfiring. She wondered if it would have been easier to just cut the damned thing off. And even that brief thought made her shudder. Kenzie could always feel the phantom pain of her fearscape. The rough edge of a shard of rock tearing through the skin above her elbow. She grimaced and shoved her mangled arm under her side where she couldn't see it. Instead, opting to stare up to the top of The Pit. Leaning back a little more to catch the glint of glass up above her.
How many times had she gone through her fearscape, just to see if it had changed? To see if she had finally overcome at least one of the eight things that haunted her most? Too many times to count, and she would probably do it all over again soon. Just to see, just to test the familiar waters. And she would probably spend the day after stumbling and whispering under heavy breath at the walls. Grumbling loudly to herself, Kenzie twisted the thin metal bar that ran through her skin just above her left hip bone. Tugging on it gently for a moment before rolling off of her pointy rock and standing. Maybe she could drink herself deep enough to sleep without thought tonight, the hangover in the morning would be worth it. But she still didn't move and sat back down. Burying her face in her hands for a moment. Kenzie, the usually over excited girl that threw herself into the middle of the late night Dauntless members, reeking of whiskey, was thinking way too much.
