Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2014 15:34:15 GMT -5
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: 24 Years Old / 2-7-1989
Race: Human
Occupation: Tattoo Artist, Piercer, and Alternative Pin-up Model
Species Group: Civilian
Play-By: Megan Massacre
Abilities
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here. 
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Tattoos, Body Modifications, Horror Movies
❤ Electric Shisha, Indian & Latin Cuisine
❤ Goofing Off, Hanging Out, Catchy Music
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ People Who Cringe Over The Sight of Nakedness
✗ Narrow Mindedness - Physical Violence - Bullies
✗ People Who Are Inconsiderate to The Planet & Everything In It
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Heights & Insects
☬ Losing The Ability To See or Use Her Hands
Goals (At Least 1):
★ To Live Life Happily & Peacefully
Personality:
When you look at Tuesday you'd see a girl with a million tattoos, a few piercings, and a flashy and eccentric style. Some people are intimidated and uncertain of what she's trying to portray--even stereotyping her as someone who is up to no good. In truth, Tuesday is a very sweet, considerate, and optimistic person who values the act of kindness and equality. Of course, like anyone, she can't manage to always be so sugary sweet so when her mood sours it can be surprising for those who have only witnessed her in her better state.
She strongly believes in the supernatural even if she's never actually encountered any. As a child she spent her free time learning about vampires, werewolves, mermaids, and every mythical creature she ever heard of. She's not incredibly knowledgeable--not really. Had she applied what she learned on real creatures of the night she'd be shocked to realize that the majority of it is twisted or irrelevant to the realities. Even so, she'd never want to hurt a creature. She doesn't want to hurt anyone! In fact, she's not entirely okay with violence and gets chronic anxiety when two people get in a physical fight against each other. Verbal fights are fine but when two people have clear intentions to hurt something ( and for no good reason)--she feels sick. She's sensitive in that way.
Tuesday's Tattoos
Chest & Shoulder Piece: Is a lotus flower framed by a stem presenting the different stages of the flowers bloom and then decorated with two elegant wings that are lightly adorned with budding lotuses. The main colors of the tattoo are a variety of pinks, greens, and blues. This piece is one of her most recent tattoos.
Neck & Between Shoulder Blades: Window opened to a portal unknown. Allowing the galaxy to leak it's way inside as a blacked out sun oversees the view. This is her own specific design and had been recreated by one of her co-workers.
Left Rib: A Russian Doll decorates the left side of her body. It's medium sized and placed about 3 inches below her breast. She got this tattoo done in Miami while on a 2 week vacation with her family.
Right Arm: Even though the picture shows the woman having both her arms tattooed I'd like you to focus on the arm farthest away. The solid blocking and the gradient flower design is what Tuesday adorns on this arm. Of course, this piece took a fairly long time to finish and had been done by her boss.
Right Hip: Rainbow Geometric Feline leaping over the moon as it's shadow follows closely beside. Originally this tattoo's design had been a gift from an online friend. She had gotten it tattooed shortly after receiving the design.
Neck & Between Shoulder Blades: Window opened to a portal unknown. Allowing the galaxy to leak it's way inside as a blacked out sun oversees the view. This is her own specific design and had been recreated by one of her co-workers.
Left Rib: A Russian Doll decorates the left side of her body. It's medium sized and placed about 3 inches below her breast. She got this tattoo done in Miami while on a 2 week vacation with her family.
Right Arm: Even though the picture shows the woman having both her arms tattooed I'd like you to focus on the arm farthest away. The solid blocking and the gradient flower design is what Tuesday adorns on this arm. Of course, this piece took a fairly long time to finish and had been done by her boss.
Right Hip: Rainbow Geometric Feline leaping over the moon as it's shadow follows closely beside. Originally this tattoo's design had been a gift from an online friend. She had gotten it tattooed shortly after receiving the design.
Traits
✧ Kind Hearted & Forgiving
✧ Able To Learn Quickly
✧ Being Patient
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Very Emotionally Sensitive
✦ Being Incredibly Kind
✦ Gullible
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Parents: Shirley & Marcus Snyder
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: @mike & Killian Sanders [Cousins]
Important Others: Sumi Tanaka
History:
In truth, Tuesday has had a very comfortable and safe life compared to many of the characters we have grown to know and love. She, in no way, has been tainted by the unknown of the supernatural and has very few "depressing" periods in her timeline. Her parents, Shirley and Marcus, had raised Tuesday in Portland, Maine until her grandparents (on her mother's side) died of old age. It had left the small family with no relatives in the area and so shortly after their death the Snyders moved to Mission Viejo, California. They only lived there for several years before they decided to move again. This time into a row house located about a block away from Tuesday's Aunt Angelina and Uncle Harry Sanders in San Francisco, California. She had only just turned 13 years old but she had a strong feeling that the city would change her life forever. Boy, if only she knew!
You see, having residency in Portland and Mission Viejo never fully introduced her to the fruitfulness of social and artistic diversity. Each city had their own "invisible rules" of what is ordinary and acceptable in society. In San Francisco those "invisible rules" were blown right out of the window and this, at first, confused Tuesday. Her cousin, Michael Sanders, had not only become her older brother figure but had been the hammer that broke her out of the little box she was so neatly placed in. He had encouraged her to look deeper into herself and find a passion she can indulge in--something to keep her anchored to who she truly is. Tuesday chose art. At first, it had been doodling in her notepad but soon after she discovered cosmetic alterations and how she can change her own appearance to look more interesting. At the age of 16, Tuesday had taken her love for cosmetic alteration and applied body modification into the mix. At the age of 17 she had been an intern for a tattoo parlor named Triple Inked. Then, after she turned 19, she worked for Triple Inked until the store went out of business and she was forced to look for another one.
It wasn't hard for her to join into another tattoo parlor but after a month of working there she absolutely hated it. She was highly underestimated because of her gender and to top it off she had gotten in several arguments with her coworkers about technique and manners within the parlor. Needless to say she ended up leaving the parlor--not wanting to be represented. Desperate to continue her craft she moved in with Killian, her adopted cousin, who lived in Los Angeles. A few days after she moved she got an internship for piercing from another tattoo parlor. In the meanwhile, she had started to model and eventually made herself known as a Cyanide Girl. These types of models are known for their goth to rockabilly NSFW pin-up attire. The only people who seemed to know about this aspect of her life had been her best friend Sumi Tanaka, Killian, and Mike.
Currently, Tuesday has freshly become a peircist and is still modeling for Cyanide Girl. She and Sumi ended up becoming roommates after Killian had moved out and travelled to New York. Both women had been asked by their modeling agency to travel for fashion shows being held in several states.
Alias: @aquarianstar
How did you find us?: Previous Board
Experience: Several years
Other Characters: Ezra Griffith, Lucas Rhodes, Cassidy Berkeley, Lucy Grey, Hermes, Jeremiah Dalton, Monique Ortiz, Dominic Alveraz, Hamaliel, Crystal Mcknight, Sam Winchester, Mike Sanders, and Beatrix Kiley
RP Sample:
"You got what you want. Dick's dead, saved the world, so I want one little prophet." Sam couldnt believe what was happening or, more or less, couldn't fully process it all to come to a steady conclusion. He stared at Crowley with a gaze that spoke the emotions that brewed so quickly within him. Fear turned into desperation as Crowley continued on "Wish I could help. You certainly have a lot on your plate right now... Looks like you are well and truly on your own." With another snap Crowley disappears and Sam is left alone in a black splattered lab.
The emotions continued to brew and soon quickly overflowed as Sam glanced around the lab. His chest heaved in disbelief, his eyes wildy searched for a quick clue, while his mind replayed Crowley's words. Fingers comb into his long hair as he continues to process everything. As much as he wants to curse, as much as he wants to scream, or let the tears of every emotion break loose, he tries to compose himself. He needed to be gone. He needed to figure everything out. For a moment he couldnt move but when his eyes land on the black goop spattered against the wall he inches away from the lab. A few stumbled steps before taking off in a run.
He doesn't stop. He won't bring himself too until he was already in the Impala and miles away from the scene. Until he had pulled over just on the edge of the next state with hands moistening the grip of the wheel. He leans back in his seat and gently places a few fingers over his tightly shut lips. Eyes close just as tightly as his shoulders heave in sadness and the faint noise of harsh breathing muffling the raw sound of despair rippling in his throat. It was there that his mind processed and accepted the disappearance of his only family. That Dean was actually gone. So far gone that even Crowley could not hint his whereabouts. If Crowley did not know...then who else would?
The emotions continued to brew and soon quickly overflowed as Sam glanced around the lab. His chest heaved in disbelief, his eyes wildy searched for a quick clue, while his mind replayed Crowley's words. Fingers comb into his long hair as he continues to process everything. As much as he wants to curse, as much as he wants to scream, or let the tears of every emotion break loose, he tries to compose himself. He needed to be gone. He needed to figure everything out. For a moment he couldnt move but when his eyes land on the black goop spattered against the wall he inches away from the lab. A few stumbled steps before taking off in a run.
He doesn't stop. He won't bring himself too until he was already in the Impala and miles away from the scene. Until he had pulled over just on the edge of the next state with hands moistening the grip of the wheel. He leans back in his seat and gently places a few fingers over his tightly shut lips. Eyes close just as tightly as his shoulders heave in sadness and the faint noise of harsh breathing muffling the raw sound of despair rippling in his throat. It was there that his mind processed and accepted the disappearance of his only family. That Dean was actually gone. So far gone that even Crowley could not hint his whereabouts. If Crowley did not know...then who else would?
I (Tuesday Snyder) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (BATMAN)
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