Post by arixe on Jun 13, 2009 12:01:06 GMT -8
• Natalie . O'Shea •
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x x NICKNAME : More than often called simply Natalie - but if you're in her very closest circle of trust, it would be acceptable to call her Nat.
ALIAS : Chaos.
AGE : 27.
BIRTHDATE : May 9, 1951.
APPEARANCE : The narrow figure of her body is laced with lean muscle. One could not call her strong, despite the fact that her appearance is threatening in the same way that a white tiger, while beautiful, is lethal. Her legs are long and tough, built more for stamina and seduction than speed or fight. Her eyes are heavily lidded and almond shaped, with dark brows to shadow them. She stands at roughly five feet and seven inches, her weight proportionate to her height at around one hundred and thirty pounds. Her hands are slender, fingers nearly dainty in appearance; they give no suggestion that they could handle a blade with ease.
The irises of Chaos are a pale gray color on most occasions. However, these irises may appear to change, depending on lighting or the clothing that she's wearing, sometimes appearing a light, pale green or a pastel baby blue. Her lashes are dark, and there's certainly no need for her to wear makeup with her complexion. Her hair is wavy, and dark brown, and falls past her sholders, almost to the center of her back but not quite. Her mane of dark hair is soft to the touch, and shiny to the eye. It's rather uncommon for her to put her hair up - it's a part of her appeal and also a part of her menacing appearance.
ATTIRE : On the streets, when she's Natalie O'Shea, she prefers indistinct clothes in an attempt to 'blend in'. It isn't uncommon to see her in baggy, unattractive men's clothing when she isn't working. When she becomes Chaos, however, she dons a tight fitting mask that clasps in the back, beneath her hair, with angular slits for her eyes and two small slits beside her nose for air, but otherwise no further holes. The mask is fairly basic, almost all black, but with a broad line of crimson running from the left temple to the right side of her chin. As Chaos, she also wears a sheath around her waist in which she stocks her stocky black handgun and her knife. Her outfit when masked is a tight leather jumpsuit, down the center and back of which runs a brilliant red stripe. She tends to always, regardless of being Natalie O'Shea or Chaos, wear matching red sweatbands around her wrists.
PLAY BY : Portrayed by Olivia Wilde.
AFFILIATION : Guardsmen.
OCCUPATION : Waitress.
EQUIPMENT : When her mask isn't on, Natalie's only equipment is her knife. Regardless of the chance to fight or not, the knife is her security blanket; keeping it on her at all times gives her the feeling that she's safe at all times. Once she dons the mask, she also dons her gun and the belt that she wears the stocky black handgun and the six-inch knife on as well.
PERSONALITY : Despite having a small bubble of inner good, Natalie appears dark on the outside. Fighting is fun, and it's more of a recreation than a job description. While she's easily swayed by appealing offers, her loyalty to those that she's pledged it to tends to be unwavering. Rash decisions usually come as a package deal with her. While intelligent and quick-thinking, once something sounds like it has the remotest chance of working, she'll put it into action, even if something better could be thought of with a few more minutes. Natalie is incredibly impatient with the world, and she's very nearly been fired from her side job several times for her short temper with idiotic customers. It's no exaggeration to say that she believes all idiots in the world should just die, and that in her opinion, that would leave about ten intelligent folks with herself included. She comes across as haughty and arrogant, and utterly proud of herself and everything that comes with her.
Nat is stubborn to a point of idiocy. Her pride won't let her admit it if she's wrong, because then she would be no better than the indecisive fools that come into the resturaunt she works in. She'll refuse help just so that she can save her reputation, even if she's on the verge of death. But being arrogant and stupidly stubborn aren't her only qualities. Friends mean a lot to her, even though she isn't really all that great at showing it. Play fights are hugs and kisses, in her opinion; if she wants to spar with you, it's all in good fun. She rarely shows love interest in others because of past scars from relationships, and yet if she does like you in that way, she'll avoid you all the more. If she likes you only as a friend, she'll prove it in any way that she can, be it by a discount from the resturaunt off of her employee discount or a walk alone discussing goings-on. She rarely stops smiling around those that she likes, regardless of whether she wants to like them.
She tends to have a naive streak, which, when coupled with her stubbornness and arrogance, can often be her downfall. Since insults can cripple her easily when she's unexpecting, she tries to put up a tough front to repel them. In all honesty, the ways of the world still seem new to her, even after twenty seven years on the earth. She's still learning, and it can be rather apparent at times. Her blunders are usually difficult to fix, although she'll do her best to fix them alone and without any outside help once she admits to it. At least that much could be said for her nature.
SKILLS : She's quick to react in situations, even if it isn't always for the best. Despite her occasional mishaps, she's an excellent fighter and skilled with the art of stealth and the art of the knife. She isn't one to hesitate, no matter the situation (which could also be considered a weakness). Other skills include her ability to tailor clothing, which she only does as a favor to herself and others.
STRENGTHS : She's a loyal, hard worker and a good fighter. Her objectivity in a dire situation could be considered a strength. She's fairly social, generally preferring company to being alone and pulling her inner strength from it. Natalie isn't quite trusting, which is certainly a strength in the current society; her personality protects her better than most. Physically, her strengths involve stamina, and not so much speed. She's good at firing off tough punches when she needs to.
WEAKNESSES : Her vulnerability to insults is one of her greatest weaknesses. If her mental guard is down, an insult hurts her feelings so much that her entire body feels sluggish with upset, even if the insult isn't grounded by fact. Her arrogance and naivity of the world are also powerful downfalls. She often makes mistakes that could tilt the scale one way or another because of her rash decisions.
RESIDENCE : Nowhere special. She rents a small, worn down apartment in the middle of Brooklyn, and she abhors the place. Very few personal effects are within the place, simply a bed, a worn out sofa, some newspaper clippings tacked to the wall, a cooler and a little table. The windows are grimy; she isn't home often, and she doesn't clean often. In her opinion, the apartment's just a place for sleeping.
FAMILY : Brian O'Shea (father, living)
Carmen O'Shea (mother, deceased)
Harrison O'Shea (brother, living)
Gordon O'Shea (brother, living)
Morris O'Shea (brother, living)
Trudy O'Shea (sister-in-law, living)
Shelly O'Shea (niece, living)
Mikayla O'Shea (niece, deceased)
Michael O'Shea (nephew, living)
HISTORY : Being born into a large family crammed into a dilapidated apartment in the center of Brooklyn isn't exactly what could be called a full, happy childhood. Natalie was born the only girl with three older brothers, Harrison, Gordon and Morris. Teasing her was their hobby as she grew older, even though she was by far the prettiest and smartest child of the O'Shea clan. Carmen O'Shea saw her daughter as the perfect child, and treated her as such; it was a source of jealousy for the three little boys.
As Natalie grew older, and as her parents continued to spoil her and neglect her brothers, her brothers began to grow more and more infuriated at her existance. Harrison, the eldest son, was determined to protect his sister from his diabolical younger brothers; they were bent on hurting her, getting her out of the way so that mommy and daddy wouldn't neglect them. Harrison explained that it wasn't Nat's fault; but Gordon and Morris wouldn't listen. When Natalie was eight, Carmen and Brian took their little girl to the park. Gordon and Morris, aged 11 and 13, followed with their baseball bats in their hands. Brian O'Shea had gone to buy ice cream for his little girl and his wife, and Gordon and Morris moved in with their bats raised. They proceeded to beat their unsuspecting mother to a bloody pulp when the woman attempted to protect her daughter, smashing the wooden bats against her skull again and again.. Natalie was screaming...
Harrison had ran to the park from the apartment. After his parents and Natalie had left, he'd noticed the absence of Gordon and Morris, and immediately after that, he'd noticed the absence of the baseball bats from the umbrella rack that they usually left them in. It couldn't have been plainer to him what they were planning.
Brian O'Shea reached the scene before his seventeen year old son. The middle aged man was aghast, horrified at the sight of his sons, beating his wife who was already dead at their hands. Though Natalie had been their target, it felt so good to them to take out their mother; she was the honest cause of their pain, anyways. Harrison arrived presently, and being stronger and more proactive than his father, he ripped the bats from their hands and knocked both little boys to the ground.
That day changed lots of things. Brian O'Shea sent Morris and Gordon to seperate insane asylums on the outskirts of the state, never wanting to see their faces again. Harrison, whom had tolerated her but never shown affection towards her, held his sister's hand at their mother's funeral.
Though the initial misery of her mother's violent death was painful for Natalie, oncoming adolescence changed her just as much. To all but Harrison, she became rather rude and haughty, too proud and stubborn to speak kind words to any but her brother, who had become nearly a surrogate mother for her. When Natalie turned fifteen, and he was twenty four and freshly out of college, Harrison moved out. Natalie was heartbroken, even though her father was kind and took good care of her (though he had always been distant ever since her mother's death).
Natalie's high school career, without Harrison around, was dull and monotonous. She had few friends, and only once for a short spell did anybody have the courage to become her boyfriend. Her grades were mediocre, and she avoided school activities; though she enjoyed company, she only enjoyed worthy company at that time. Though most of the school pretended to dislike her, they were really more respectful of her; she'd been through so much, and they were all aware of it because they had gone to school with her for so long.
During Natalie's senior year, Harrison got married to one Trudy Jackson. The reason behind the quick marriage was Trudy's swollen belly, housing the first of the three children that they would have together. A few days before graduation, Shelly O'Shea was born.
After graduating, college wasn't an option for Natalie. Not because she couldn't afford it, but because she didn't have the patience or aspirations. She moved in with her brother at his first offering, though she visited her father for his health often. While she lived there, two more children were born to Trudy and Harrison, twins called Michael and Mikayla.
It was around the age of twenty one that Natalie began to feel the urge to fight. She had been returning to her home with Trudy and Harrison and her nieces and nephew after work, fairly cheerful about the prospect - she was fond of her relatively new family. A man had stolen an older woman's shopping bag and was running like there was no tomorrow. Without even thinking, Natalie had jumped onto his back, clinging to him with the force of a spider monkey and pounding her fist against his shoulder with a strength that she had never been aware of. He dropped the bag, threw her off, and kept running; the exhilaration of the simple encounter had encouraged her. She began to carry a sharp knife that she'd found in Trudy's kitchen with her, wherever she went.
Around Natalie's twenty fourth birthday, Mikayla was diagnosed with leukemia. Something took hold of Natalie at the news; she adored her niece. She didn't want the child to suffer. She slit her throat in the night, and left the house for the last time, knowing that she couldn't return there again.
At the age of twenty six, Natalie had grown hardened and toughened by the life she was leading on the street. She still worked at the same resturaunt she'd worked in at the age of twenty, and she'd saved enough money to afford the cheap rent on a little apartment in the center of Brooklyn's melting pot. She designed herself a costume, inspired by newspaper clippings about 'heroes' and the Guardsmen that she had pinned to the yellowed wall. She decided to call herself Chaos, thinking about her life in perspective as she tailored the leather jumpsuit and stitched the crimson along its length...
YOUR NAME : Ari or Arixe, whichever you prefer. ^-^
CONTACT : deathtoindigo@yahoo.com or PM, but preferably PM since I don't check my email often.
RP EXPERIENCE : About five years, since I was eleven-ish. I started out with just realistic wolf roleplays, then branched out to fantasy wolf roleplays, then tried a Harry Potter roleplay or two and loved it, and now I've got my very own Fruits Basket roleplay. <3
HOW DID YOU FIND US? : I advertised my furuba roleplay on your site a week or so ago, and it was so intriguing that I kept coming back to just sorta look around until I bit the bullet and joined.
