Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2015 23:47:00 GMT -5
Full Name: Mika Rose Prescott
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: 25, April 14th 1990
Race: Human
Occupation: Anatomist/ Illustrator of medical dictionaries and books/ Men of Letter's Legacy (Guardian of Pandora's Box)
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Rachael Taylor
Abilities
Advanced Medical Terminology - Advanced knowledge about diseases, mechanisms and pathogenesis, therapies and interactions, and interpretation of lab tests, and public health policies.
Advanced Anatomical Knowledge - Advanced knowledge on the structure of an animal or plant; also, the study of this structure through techniques such as microscopic observation and dissection.
Advanced Supernatural Historical Knowledge - Advanced knowledge on the origins of hunting, Men of Letters, and the beginning and creation of a variety of different creatures.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Human anatomy
❤ Following the rules
❤ Learning new things
❤ Mint anything
❤ History
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Alcohol
✗ Cigarettes/marijuana
✗ Feeling dumb
✗ Losing
✗ Chess
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Something happening to Pandora's Box
☬ Something happening to the other guardians
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Protect Pandora's Box
★ Continually learn
Personality: Mika is an incredibly intelligent woman. Education has always been extremely important to her, and understanding things is hugely relevant to her as well. Being an incredibly quick learner, she can get bored of things easily. She’s curious by nature, always asking questions, always wanting to push further and dig deeper, seeking out the answers. She’s goal-oriented and takes orders well, a team player. Most of her decisions are made with logical approaches and there’s little that can get a shock out of her. Logic, mentioned before, is really what fuels her decisions and reactions. If she were on a plane that was going down, she’d strap in and wait for the impact instead of screaming or praying, knowing that there’d be nothing she could do. Mika has a fascination with the human anatomy, and has spent many years learning how it differentiates between people and how that can affect the person.
She has a masters degree in Physiology and Anatomy and spends a lot of her time looking corpses. History is something that she likes a lot too, and can often be found reading some historical book. Mika is kind, gentle, a follower, though she will speak up if an obvious mistake is going to be made. She has a huge desire to help people, and her loyalty runs deep. It’s easy to get an affectionate response from her, but you’re just as likely to get a blunt one as well. She’s never purposely cruel, but her straight-forward words can sometimes come off as such. She feels guilty very easily, especially if she’s unable to hurt someone. A huge part of her would rather suffer than see anyone else go through any type of pain. At times she can come off as a bit of a know-it-all when she corrects someone, but there’s really no bad intentions behind in, she just wants everyone to succeed to the best of their abilities.
Traits
✧ Calculating
✧ Knowing
✧ Crafty
✧ Accelerated Learner
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Always wants to play by the rules
✦ Matter-of-fact
✦ Insensitive
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Parents: Stefan and Marsha Prescott
Siblings: Loris Prescott (Deceased)
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: The other guardians
History: Mika grew up in a world of endless opportunities, though she was never spoiled. She had everything she wanted growing up, but it was earned. Her mother was a doctor and her father was a scientist, so she always had nannies to take care of her and her older brother. They had special tutors that taught them things like Latin and complicated mathematical equations, the same things that they would have learned in a public school, just a bit more advanced. When she got old enough her father and mother started teaching her about the Men of Letter’s and hunting and the history of the Supernatural, and she flourished in the subjects.
She’d always enjoyed anatomy, and had a real talent for drawing. A lot of times, when she wasn’t really even old enough to understand the human body, she’d steal his books and copy the pictures onto scrap pieces of paper. As she got older her joy for drawing became more noticeable and a friend of her father’s offered her the opportunity to go in on a medical dictionary with him and a few other scientists, and she gladly agreed.
Mika was always good at retaining information, so her skill sets were put to good use during her studies. Her family had been a part of the Men of Letter’s for generations, passed down from son to son to son, and it was always assumed that it would go to her brother. But when she was seventeen, Loris developed cancer and unfortunately it was incurable. He died, and there was nothing she could do about it. This left her feeling helpless and useless and that sort of spawned her desire to become an Anatomist and learn about the body and be able to help people. That’s also where her desire to help people comes from.
She became the first woman in her family to swear into the Men of Letter’s and become a Guardian of Pandora’s Box when her father had a stroke and became unable to do his job anymore.
Alias: Rabbit's Foot
How did you find us?: Te old site
Experience: A long time
Other Characters: Asmodeus, Amon, Allocer, Bellona Iverson, Cole Abernathy, Hadley Klassen, Solviegh Prevedello, Valentine Haverland, Luna Meechum, Karis Jacobs, Elena Haverland, Arie Rangon, Prasad, Silver Haverland, Kamila Korchak, Mika Prescott
RP Sample:
The further he went with his story, the more Hadley felt it. She felt the pain, the heaviness of wanting to fix things and help everyone, and how much it hurt. Cas didn’t look at Hadley as he spoke, and Hadley stopped trying to look at him. She was feeling his pain. She was reliving her memories. She was going home after a long couple of weeks at college, just wanting to see her family, wanting to be loved. She was getting thrown to the floor by her father, but it wasn’t really her father at all. She was staring into those horrible black eyes, her heart sinking as he yelled things at her. Horrible things. She was closing her eyes and grabbing the knife she kept hidden against her back, then jumping up and stabbing her father in the side. In the ribs. In the heart. And it was all a blur from there. The little bits and pieces she remembered sent her into a dizzying pain. There were police at her house and blood on her hands and they were taking her away in cuffs, thinking she was guilty. And she was guilty. But Cole and Rachael were there, crying and holding each other, not even knowing what she’d done. They defended her, said she’d never hurt their parents. They’d loved her. They didn’t know that she was a monster.
It crushed her, made her feel like her lungs were being smothered, and her ribs were breaking. There was nothing Hadley could do to make things right. If she told the truth to her siblings, got them involved in this hunting world, she could never forgive herself. They would hate her even more for what she did to their parents, they would never speak to her again. And so Hadley had to play the game where she decided what she wanted to lose, what she wanted to sacrifice. If she told the truth, she lost everything. The love of her siblings, the trust of the people in the town, her home; everything. But if she kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone that she’d killed her parents, and that she was a hunter now, she was living a lie. So which path did she choose? Which road did she follow? It became the game of life, and of sacrifice. The Sacrifice Game. Hadley chose herself, and by doing so, hoped that she would be able to save her siblings from the burning betrayal they would sense from her. But nothing was harder than having to turn your back on those you loved, those you tried to protect.
Listening to Cas was difficult. Hadley wanted to pause, to ask questions, maybe just take a breather. She wanted to know everything about him, and this was it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her like this, the feeling of grief. Not for herself, but for Cas. As her green eyes glanced over at his blue ones, Hadley could really see it now. Each thing he’d told her, every fight he’d fought, every time he died, the pain, the betrayal, the consuming guilt; she could see it. Her hand slowly slipped off the wheel and found Cas’, and she held onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t alone, and it was important that he knew that. She parked the car, but made no movement to get up. “I don’t know how to reply to that,” she whispered, mouth tight. “That’s…That was…Just so much.” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to her lap. “So, so much.” For the next few minutes, Hadley was as silent as death. She was thinking about Cas and how he’d suffered and how she’d suffered, except that once she died, she was gone. No one would bring her back, she was sure of it. But Cas couldn’t die, he wasn’t allowed that peace, and so he was continually brought back. For some reason that made her angry. She wanted him to be able to feel peace after a lifetime of war. He deserved that.
Once again he said that he didn’t deserve this, that he didn’t belong here, but this time Hadley wasn’t going to snap out a response. Instead, she quietly examined her legs, pulling a piece of fuzz off of her sweats. She licked her lips, curled her finger around a strand of hair, and sighed. Then, after all of that, she looked to Cas. “You should feel guilty,” Hadley started, but her tone was soft and gentle. “Because feeling guilty means that you can still feel, that you’re human[/] enough to feel. You’re human enough to know when you’ve done wrong and what’s right and you rebelled…” She stopped, taking in a breath. “You fucking rebelled, Cas. You did it to save people. You died numerous times. You fought more battles than I can imagine and probably killed more lives than I can ever imagine.” Her eyes were grave, but turned warm suddenly as she grabbed both of Cas’ hands and pulled them to her. “But you have also probably saved morel ives than I can imagine, Cas. And so yeah, you do deserve to feel a little bad. But there is no going back now. So don’t let it ruin you. Be happy. Know that you did your best.” Gingerly, she reached up and cupped one side of his face with her hand. “You deserve peace.” Hadley looked back over at the restaurant and removed her hand. “Do you wanna go inside
It crushed her, made her feel like her lungs were being smothered, and her ribs were breaking. There was nothing Hadley could do to make things right. If she told the truth to her siblings, got them involved in this hunting world, she could never forgive herself. They would hate her even more for what she did to their parents, they would never speak to her again. And so Hadley had to play the game where she decided what she wanted to lose, what she wanted to sacrifice. If she told the truth, she lost everything. The love of her siblings, the trust of the people in the town, her home; everything. But if she kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone that she’d killed her parents, and that she was a hunter now, she was living a lie. So which path did she choose? Which road did she follow? It became the game of life, and of sacrifice. The Sacrifice Game. Hadley chose herself, and by doing so, hoped that she would be able to save her siblings from the burning betrayal they would sense from her. But nothing was harder than having to turn your back on those you loved, those you tried to protect.
Listening to Cas was difficult. Hadley wanted to pause, to ask questions, maybe just take a breather. She wanted to know everything about him, and this was it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her like this, the feeling of grief. Not for herself, but for Cas. As her green eyes glanced over at his blue ones, Hadley could really see it now. Each thing he’d told her, every fight he’d fought, every time he died, the pain, the betrayal, the consuming guilt; she could see it. Her hand slowly slipped off the wheel and found Cas’, and she held onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t alone, and it was important that he knew that. She parked the car, but made no movement to get up. “I don’t know how to reply to that,” she whispered, mouth tight. “That’s…That was…Just so much.” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to her lap. “So, so much.” For the next few minutes, Hadley was as silent as death. She was thinking about Cas and how he’d suffered and how she’d suffered, except that once she died, she was gone. No one would bring her back, she was sure of it. But Cas couldn’t die, he wasn’t allowed that peace, and so he was continually brought back. For some reason that made her angry. She wanted him to be able to feel peace after a lifetime of war. He deserved that.
Once again he said that he didn’t deserve this, that he didn’t belong here, but this time Hadley wasn’t going to snap out a response. Instead, she quietly examined her legs, pulling a piece of fuzz off of her sweats. She licked her lips, curled her finger around a strand of hair, and sighed. Then, after all of that, she looked to Cas. “You should feel guilty,” Hadley started, but her tone was soft and gentle. “Because feeling guilty means that you can still feel, that you’re human[/] enough to feel. You’re human enough to know when you’ve done wrong and what’s right and you rebelled…” She stopped, taking in a breath. “You fucking rebelled, Cas. You did it to save people. You died numerous times. You fought more battles than I can imagine and probably killed more lives than I can ever imagine.” Her eyes were grave, but turned warm suddenly as she grabbed both of Cas’ hands and pulled them to her. “But you have also probably saved morel ives than I can imagine, Cas. And so yeah, you do deserve to feel a little bad. But there is no going back now. So don’t let it ruin you. Be happy. Know that you did your best.” Gingerly, she reached up and cupped one side of his face with her hand. “You deserve peace.” Hadley looked back over at the restaurant and removed her hand. “Do you wanna go inside
I (Mika Prescott) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (batman)
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