Post by Faith Carracci on Feb 28, 2010 23:44:55 GMT -5
Name: Faith Carracci
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Hometown: Memphis, Tennessee
Job Applied for: Coroner
Physical Description:
- When you first see Faith, you don't scream “CORONER!”, instead, you're more likely to pause, stare, and whistle, as she often has that effect on people. After all, tall, leggy women with dark hair and eyes is not exactly what many would think to be coroner material, but she does it all none the less. Even when she ties her wavy black hair up and puts on goggles to hide her eyes, nothing can really morph her from Irish beauty into blood-covered coroner.
Faith's choice of style inside her job is very limited. She often wears slacks with a half-decent shirt, though they are quickly covered by the traditional white lab coat that is practically written in the job description. Outside of her job, however, she tends to stick with the informal, comfortable outfits, unless she is going out on the town. For Faith, comfort is far more important that style.
Faith also has a Ying-Yang symbol tattooed onto the small of her back.
Personality:
- To say that nothing bothers Faith would be a bit of an understatement. After years of working with cadavers in medical school, and then bodies that come through her morgue, Faith has gained a mind and stomach of steel. She doesn't let anything phase her, or tries hard not to let anything do so. If something does manage to startle or disgust her, she refuses to show that to her coworkers. It's a sort of pride thing with her.
Beneath the “nothing phases me” attitude she puts up, Faith also has a layer that is sarcastic, but not enough to be considered rude. Sure, she may give someone a comment that's pretty much the equivalent of “you dumbass,” but she also knows where and when to draw the line. Those who know her know that she uses her sarcasm to do one of two things: calm her shaking nerves, or just amuse herself. She's odd like that.
Faith does have a normal sense of humor, and a normal life to match if one wished to dig far enough to reach it. Outside of the office, and away from the bodies and death, she acts like most other women her age, although she refuses to get involved in “binge shopping” and other ridiculous habits like that. She has still retained her tomboyish attitude from childhood, though it has mellowed out quite a bit.
She also loves cats, and keeps a stuffed kitten (toy) in her lab coat pocket.
Bio:
- Faith was born in Tennessee to a pair of second and third generation Irish immigrants. She was born the middle child of three and, because of that, was often over looked by her parents. While her younger brother was coddled, and her older sister out with her friends often, Faith was forced to explore the small town she was raised in and play by herself. It is believed that during her childhood was when her fascination with the dead appeared, especially considering the number of dead animals on the side of the road.
Even though she was mostly ignored by her parents, that did not mean that they did not love her. They wanted her to be the best she could be, and always found time to remind her to study, or do her homework, or read a classic. Anything they could do to help her mind expand and grow they would not hesitate to do. When they realized she found the human system fascinating, they even scraped up the money to send her to a camp specifically designed for those who planned to go into the medical field. She was just twelve at the time, and already a genius at the human body.
When she applied to colleges, the young Faith was admitted into and granted a full ride scholarship by the University of Pennsylvania into their Pre-Med field. She leapt at the chance, and took the courses seriously. She passes all of the at the top of her class. Afterwords she went to medical school. By this time, Faith had a good idea what she wanted to be when she got out, and adjusted her classes accordingly.
She graduated from medical school at the same time the coroner for Boston's crime lab retired. She was among five others who applied for the job, and the only one who got it. She has been there for about three years now, and is loving her job more than ever. After all, she's the one who decides what's a case and what's not. And that's more than enough of a thrill for her.
RP Sample:
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Hometown: Memphis, Tennessee
Job Applied for: Coroner
Physical Description:
- When you first see Faith, you don't scream “CORONER!”, instead, you're more likely to pause, stare, and whistle, as she often has that effect on people. After all, tall, leggy women with dark hair and eyes is not exactly what many would think to be coroner material, but she does it all none the less. Even when she ties her wavy black hair up and puts on goggles to hide her eyes, nothing can really morph her from Irish beauty into blood-covered coroner.
Faith's choice of style inside her job is very limited. She often wears slacks with a half-decent shirt, though they are quickly covered by the traditional white lab coat that is practically written in the job description. Outside of her job, however, she tends to stick with the informal, comfortable outfits, unless she is going out on the town. For Faith, comfort is far more important that style.
Faith also has a Ying-Yang symbol tattooed onto the small of her back.
Personality:
- To say that nothing bothers Faith would be a bit of an understatement. After years of working with cadavers in medical school, and then bodies that come through her morgue, Faith has gained a mind and stomach of steel. She doesn't let anything phase her, or tries hard not to let anything do so. If something does manage to startle or disgust her, she refuses to show that to her coworkers. It's a sort of pride thing with her.
Beneath the “nothing phases me” attitude she puts up, Faith also has a layer that is sarcastic, but not enough to be considered rude. Sure, she may give someone a comment that's pretty much the equivalent of “you dumbass,” but she also knows where and when to draw the line. Those who know her know that she uses her sarcasm to do one of two things: calm her shaking nerves, or just amuse herself. She's odd like that.
Faith does have a normal sense of humor, and a normal life to match if one wished to dig far enough to reach it. Outside of the office, and away from the bodies and death, she acts like most other women her age, although she refuses to get involved in “binge shopping” and other ridiculous habits like that. She has still retained her tomboyish attitude from childhood, though it has mellowed out quite a bit.
She also loves cats, and keeps a stuffed kitten (toy) in her lab coat pocket.
Bio:
- Faith was born in Tennessee to a pair of second and third generation Irish immigrants. She was born the middle child of three and, because of that, was often over looked by her parents. While her younger brother was coddled, and her older sister out with her friends often, Faith was forced to explore the small town she was raised in and play by herself. It is believed that during her childhood was when her fascination with the dead appeared, especially considering the number of dead animals on the side of the road.
Even though she was mostly ignored by her parents, that did not mean that they did not love her. They wanted her to be the best she could be, and always found time to remind her to study, or do her homework, or read a classic. Anything they could do to help her mind expand and grow they would not hesitate to do. When they realized she found the human system fascinating, they even scraped up the money to send her to a camp specifically designed for those who planned to go into the medical field. She was just twelve at the time, and already a genius at the human body.
When she applied to colleges, the young Faith was admitted into and granted a full ride scholarship by the University of Pennsylvania into their Pre-Med field. She leapt at the chance, and took the courses seriously. She passes all of the at the top of her class. Afterwords she went to medical school. By this time, Faith had a good idea what she wanted to be when she got out, and adjusted her classes accordingly.
She graduated from medical school at the same time the coroner for Boston's crime lab retired. She was among five others who applied for the job, and the only one who got it. She has been there for about three years now, and is loving her job more than ever. After all, she's the one who decides what's a case and what's not. And that's more than enough of a thrill for her.
RP Sample:
It was his death that killed her.
Granted, his death did not immediately lead to her own, but that did not mean it was not the cause. It took about a month before the last breaths fluttered from her lungs, before her broken heart finally gave out. It took a month of lying in the open mouth of his empty cave; a month of staring blankly at the food the remaining members of her Pack placed in front of her, as if she did not know what good it would do her.
It wouldn't do any good. It couldn't bring him back. It couldn't undo the murderous action his brother had used to sever her Pack. The food would do nothing but keep her away from him. From them, she remembered. Maxx had left her a few days earlier, undoubtedly due to the same reason she was dying. For him it was guilt. For her it was a broken heart, pure and simple.
It was the lost of a friend. It was the lost of a member of her Pack. It was the lost of part of her heart.
She had befriended him a few years beforehand. She had not known who he was then. She did not know what he did, or why he did it. All she knew was that he was like her. He was a wolf. She ran with him; she stood by him. Even when she figured out what it was he did, she refused to back away from his side. Even when he scarred her face, Fyrelia did not run.
Perhaps it was blind loyalty. Perhaps it was the Wolf. It would not allow her to turn and run from a member of her Pack. It would make sense. Once you were part of a Pack, you were there until death. And it was death that had ripped her Pack apart, and death that was about to cause them to meet up in Hell. Her tail thumped once, twice.
Though her limbs trembled and shook, Fyrelia forced herself onto her feet. She stumbled once, falling back onto her side, and let out a trembling breath. Her sides, so thin one could see her ribs, rose and fell as she struggled to breathe in oxygen. Her heart pounded with the sudden use of energy, and the wolf momentarily closed her eyes. Then, when she felt as though she was ready, she attempted to stand yet again.
This time, it was a success, and she managed to half-stumble into the abandoned cave. She only got a few feet inside the stone walls before she fell to the ground. But that was okay. She had gotten as far as she needed to, and was content with just lying there. Her eyes closed this time, and she didn't bother to open them. Instead, she let her other senses take over, and gave herself to the memories this place still held.
It was his scent that came back first. It was a well-balanced scent, not too light and not too heavy. He always smelled like forest and damp earth, or at least he did to her. It was a scent that was natural, and a scent she preferred over anything the humans could create. Their scents burned her nostrils, and caused her to sneeze. She inhaled deeply, and forced back the broken noises that tried to scratch her throat.
His grin was next. Many considered it creepy; she considered it amusing. It freaked the heck out of Nichole, and even caused Maxx to eye his brother warily. She just rolled her eyes and swatted whenever that grin appeared on his face. She knew it meant trouble, whether it be for her or for some poor human. The thought caused a light, laughing bark to escape her lips.
Memories of both Ringmaster and Maxx were the final addition. They rarely had any sort of interactions, and those few were so often arguments, or filled with some sort of animosity, that the few memories she had of them getting along were precious. They were the ones she played over and over in her head. They were the ones she refused to get rid of, even as she laid her head down on her beloved plushie.
The memories continued to play, even as she drifted off into sleep. Her sides rose and fell once, twice...
And then stopped completely.
