Post by farah on Jun 10, 2009 13:03:07 GMT -8
• Farah . Locke •
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x x NICKNAME : Locke
ALIAS : War Cat
AGE : 35
BIRTHDATE : May, 4th, 1943
APPEARANCE :
Many have tried to describe Farah and failed to do so. Some begin to say she is pretty or attractive, but quickly take it back. Others lean toward saying she's somewhat homely but cannot fully say she's unattractive for one reason or another. But what many can agree on is that Farah Locke has an interesting face, one that will make you look twice and then ultimately force yourself to forget in the end.
Standing at 5'7 Farah has a rather normal height for a woman, not too tall and not too short either. Since a daily workout regiment has been ingrained in her at an early age, not a day goes by that Farah doesn't spend her mornings pushing her body to the limits. This of course has made her body rather athletic and toned, perhaps a bit too toned for a woman of the 1970's. Now weighing around 134lbs, its safe to say that a good portion of that is muscle. Her mother, Jean Locke, had a body that was quite the opposite, more voluptuous and curvy. Farah did inherit the curves but they often hide behind her day to day clothes. Unlike her highly feminine mother, Farah has no desire to draw attention to her body. She has also inherited her mother's thick, dark brown hair, which is often seen flowing over her shoulders in no particular style or fashion, as well as her bright green eyes.
Farah's face is by far the most unique thing about her. Her facial features are somewhat angular. In this day and age many could easily say its not very appealing with her prominent jaw and pillowed lips that are often pursed together in a way that often makes her appear dominant Still its really the scars that you could say truly ruin her face. Like a torn canvas, Farah has a very noticeable scar running across her right eye, starting right above her eyebrow and running down, over her eye and stopping just at the begining of her cheek. Another cuts across her left cheek while the last, and easily the most annoying for her, is the one that runs across her lips. Its the one everyone finds themselves staring at when she speaks.
ATTIRE : During the day time hours, what Farah is just that, Farah, she wears clothes that are utterly quite bland and often forgettable. Dark Slacks with simple solid color shirts are what many find her in these days. During the winter months her attire changes only slightly as she tends to wear a men's jacket atop her clothing.
Her costume as Warcat is somewhat simple as well. Priding herself on stealth, Farah wears a black cat suit with matching black boots. Her upper torso is covered in a thick Kevlar vest. She has another vest made from metal and covered in black fabric but often ops for the Kevlar as its lighter and allows for more movement. Her hands are covered in gloves. Metal braces inside allow for retractable metal claws along each digit. Farrah's eyes are of course hidden behind a black mask, while the rest of her face is painted with black tiger stripes.
PLAY BY : Angelina Jolie
AFFILIATION : Guardsmen
OCCUPATION : Newspaper Vendor
EQUIPMENT : As far as equipment goes, Farah doesn't usually carry much with her on a regular basis except for a pair of brass knuckles she keeps in her pocket when she isn't in her mask. While in her mask, Farah often wears gloves with retractable steel claws at the fingertips that she often uses when scaling buildings.
PERSONALITY :
Farah is a firm believer that the world is going to hell in a handbasket. People abuse their children, rape women, steal, and kill either for the tiniest of things, or for simply the sheer thrill of it all. Its those facts alone that stopped Farah from living a life in the suburbs with a husband, white picket fence and two blond, blue eyed children. She has found that her obsession with the world and its downward spiral has stopped her from truly living, because how could she continue on when she had the veil already pulled from her eyes? How could she pretend as if everything was okay? Its this notion that keeps Farah where she is now, desperate to change things, to stop people from being victims.
Those who meet Farah without her mask, are quick to label her as an odd woman and, in all honestly, Farah herself knows this and yet doesn't particularly care. There is a deep dislike of societies labels and expectations that she does her best to keep from falling out of her mouth, not wanting people to try and tag her as a communist and lynch her in the streets. But Farah is a woman who is a rebel at heart, with or without the mask.
With that said, Farah's sharp tongue still gets her in trouble every once in a while. There is a burning need to speak her mind which makes her come off as rather blunt and abrasive. She doesn't often care about what others think of her, though she will at least think of minding what comes out of her mouth when those she deems worthy of being labeled 'friends' are involved.
Taking a life is something Farah does not shy away from, though she only thinks to do so when there is no other way and she feels that the judgment is hers to give. But judgment does not always come easy for Farah and even she is forced to wonder if she is straying too close to the dark side she herself fights against. The question often comes up in her mind, which lately has forced her to pick up a nasty drinking habit.
Loyalty is one of Farah's most obvious attributes. There are few people in the world she considers team mates or even friends, but those select few she will stand beside no matter what. Given that she has been ostracized from her family, friends are all that she really has left and therefore wouldn't have to think twice about putting herself on the line in order to protect them.
SKILLS : Farah is quite an intelligent women, though upon first glance, many wouldn't know it. At a young age Farah developed an interest in reading which has carried over into her adult life. At this point she can recite numerous Shakespeare plays word for word and quote many great classic novels such as Homer's The Odyssey. Because of this she is well spoken and well read.
STRENGTHS : Due to the fact that Farah has a daily workout regiment she her body is rather impressive as far as muscle tone goes (perhaps somewhat too muscular for a woman in this day and age). She excels in hand to hand combat as well as stealth, which she often claims as her biggest strength.
WEAKNESSES : Farah's greatest weakness is her constant fear of failure. Being the cause of a failed mission or simply being unable to follow through with her word is a demon that constantly lurks in her mind. She also has difficulty in taking her aggression too far when it comes to apprehending criminals. Though few know it she has killed before and she fears this weakness could be the end of her and the Guardsmen. Farah also lacks some social skills when it comes to deal with the general public. Her disdain for close minded, vanity ridden people has caused her to dislike many of the city's population, and therefore unable to communicate well with most.
RESIDENCE : In a small corner of Brooklyn, beside a run down sub shop is a four story brick building. The sign atop it has long since been beaten and bleached by the sun. Inside, along with ten other residents, is Farah's two bedroom apartment. The decor is sparse with out dated appliances and a mattress with no bed frame. The spare room resembles more of an office or work room with one wall completely covered in newspaper clippings, new and old. The door to her apartment is always locked but there's nothing of value inside.
FAMILY :
Jean Locke (mother,living)
Nathaniel Locke (father, living)
Jacob Locke(brother, younger, living)
Aaron Locke (brother, older, living)
HISTORY :
Farah's life, at the very beginning, was normal for a young girl brought up in the 1940's. Her mother, Jean, was a typical woman of the time, taking care of her looks just as well as she took care of the home. A delicate flower of a woman, Farah's mother took good care of her and her brothers even while keeping her job as a kindergarten teacher. That soon came to an end when Farah's father deemed it unnecessary for his wife to have a profession out side of the home. By the time Farah was ready for school herself, her mother was already a model housewife.
Wanting to be like her older brother, Farah began taking part in sports as soon as she entered elementary school. Driven by the need for approval from her father, Farah continued with sports in and out of school. While her father approved, her mother of course frowned at it. And when young Farah came home from school one day and announced that she wanted to be a police officer, even her father became appalled by how sports was apparently corrupting his only daughter.
Throughout Farah's school years, she felt as if she were lost in the shadow of her older brother. Star quarterback in high school and handsome to boot it was said many times that her brother Aaron was 'going places' and would 'do great things....big things' Meanwhile she'd been made quite aware that after high school graduation she was expected to fall into her mothers footsteps and to eventually meet a man so she could rear children much as she did, sacrificing all for the sake of her family.
Farah bought into her preordained destiny for years. And after completing high school she set herself in the direction of college, merely in hopes of meeting a man there who would eventually be her husband and then the father of her children, and only in that order. Beneath it all was a real burning desire to become educated and do 'big things' like her brother Aaron was apparently doing, but she knew that wasn't her place and attempted to quiet her desires. Of course that all changed.
The turn around happened in the summer of 1962 when a heat wave had landed on the eastern part of the US. Farah had been talked into taking part in her church's Goodwill Program. The women's bible study group of her church were driving through Maryland and New York, volunteering their time at other churches and nursing homes, spreading god's good will as it were. A bus full of pure clean women. Looking back on it, Farah now knew it was a sociopath's wet dream.
That night men broke into their hotel room while they slept. The men worked so fast none of the eight girls could even scream before they were bound and gagged. The bus driver that happened to come in and discover the scene was killed on the spot, body drug in to the bathroom where the authorities eventually found him slumped over the tub.
Any further details of what really happened were glossed over in the papers at the request of the victim's families. But what is fact is that for the whole summer, Farah was called The One That Survived in all the local, and not local, papers, her badly cut and bludgeoned face front and center beneath the headline that announced the horrors that had happened in a small town hotel.
Eight butchered bodies and one horrible disfigured girl that had managed to stay alive by pretending to be dead, the papers couldn't have asked for a better atrocity to get their numbers up. They followed every detail that summer, even when the men had been caught in mid July. But by the time September rolled around, people stopped caring and the media drifted off to cover other, better stories. And The One That Survived turned back into Farah Locke and people quickly forgot her and her cut up face. People forgot so easily that only her parents noticed how Farah Locke wasn't quite the Farah Locke they thought they new.
Farah dropped out of college the next semester. After one full week of classes and hearing the whispers, and listening to people speak to her as if she were a sleeping monster bound to awaken if one spoke too loudly or said the wrong thing, it was obvious she couldn't stay. Her only option was to go back home which turned into yet another mistake. Her parents were ready to forget the summer, ready to forget what had happened and to pretend as if nothing had changed. But there was no real forgetting, all they had to do was look at the healing gashes on her face and they couldn't deny what had gone on the summer before. Still they tried. Tried to have talks over dinner about television shows and how good the peas tasted this week.
Her life had become one big thick fog she was trying to get through and slowly but surely, the fog was lifting and she was finally able to see everything for what it really was. Farah left home weeks later, wanting to get far away from their mindless talk of entertainment and peas. How could anyone take part in such drivel when the world was falling apart? Could they not see how dark it was now...how evil the world was becoming while they sat on their asses and did their best to hide and pretend...
Farah moved to New York soon after. She found a mediocre job as a Magazine and Newspaper Vendor on the street and then bought herself a mask. It was a new beginning for her, one where she could finally see everything clearly. No one new who she was there in the city, and most importantly didn't care. By day she began to play the part of Farah Locke, the odd woman who sold magazines on the corner. By night she was her mask, her true self. Adopting the name War Cat, she became a vigilante, a crime fighter, a Guardsman. Someone who was not going to sit on her ass while the world continued to be a festering cesspool. Not without a fight.
In the late sixties, after the war, when many of the Guardsmen left, Farah too took to the shadows and, for a while, worked solo. Recently the Guardsman have started to take another stab at being a team and Farah too is ready for a second try.
YOUR NAME : Alia/Ali
CONTACT : PM
RP EXPERIENCE : Over ten years. I have often RP'd in fandoms such as X-men, Hellboy, Watchmen, and Lord of the Rings, but I also continue to rp at boards inspired by the work of authors (such as Laurell K Hamilton) and boards with original concepts.
HOW DID YOU FIND US? : A friend stumbled across this site and sent me the link, knowing the premise would interest me.
