Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2015 5:21:41 GMT -5
Full Name: Elena Elizabeth Haverland
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: 25, April 20th
Race: Human
Occupation: Consulting Criminal/Rare Items Dealer
Species Group: Hunter
Play-By: Emma Stone
Abilities
Put all known abilities here. If your character does not have any abilities please remove this part from the application.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤
Dogs
❤
Lana Del Rey
❤ Getting her blood drawn, needles.
❤
Cool showers
❤
Fast cars
❤ Making money and finding rare items
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗
Needy Men
✗
Losing money
✗ Ghosts
✗
All rap music
✗
Crying/whining
✗ Freckles on herself
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Getting hurt by supernatural shit. When you work in such close contact with supernatural item dealers and suppliers, someone is always bound to get offended over something. And a situation could easily turn on her.
☬ Ants climbing into her eyes or mouth or nose or something. They’re just disgusting little things
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Get money, fuck bitches.
Personality: Elena is professional and cool. She can come off as a bitch when you first meet, her but she really has good intentions. It’s not like she goes around purposefully tying to be rude or harsh to people, but she’s all business. Her main purpose is to further herself in life, by dealing, stealing, and hunting. Before her family was killed, she really had no care in life. Living a luxurious life, getting whatever she needed, and just being the typical girl. He life was super blessed and now Elena tries to separate herself from people, mostly because she finds it hard to get out of dealer mode, and into friend mode. It’s hard not to see everyone as a potential client. Behind her sort of harsh and cold exterior, there is a truly kind and generous person. Even though she comes from money, and makes a pretty good income now, there’s no arrogance in her mind. At times she puts on a cocky, confident façade to be a better saleswoman, but she never actually believes that she’s better than anyone else. Elena’s basically just trying to get by, and hopes that by killing ghosts it’ll somehow solve all her problems.
Traits
✧ Cunning
✧ Can read people, and usually has good judgment about who’s trying to fuck her over.
✧ Can keep cool under pressure, and have a great poker face
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Stubborn
✦ Lies too often
✦ Has very little patience for anything
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Parents: Carol Haverland - 60 and Edwinn Haverland - 67
Siblings: Annika Lee Haverland - 20
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: N/A
History: Elena Jane Haverland was born to normal parents, in a normal city, in a normal state, in a normal country. Her whole life was the epitome of normalness. With her father being a dentist and her mother a homemaker, there was never a lack of anything in her life. Money was never tight, love was never sparse. She had the perfect childhood. In the city over, her grandparents owned a farm where she and her family spent the holidays. At night when their parents and grandparents were asleep, Elena and Annika would sneak outside and wander around among the sleeping cows or sheep, or whatever, with the herding dog by their side. And they’d creep into the barn and cuddle up next to the horses, kissing their soft pink noses and thinking that nothing got better than this. In the days they built snowmen and ice skated on the frozen lake and drank cocoa when their nodes turned pink. It was fun and innocent and there was nothing that she could have ever wanted. Because as a kid, what more do you really want than unconditional love and innocence?
In elementary school she was the bright, bubbly kid that had a billion friends. And middle school and high school were the exact same way. She was popular, outgoing, and sassy. People liked her, and she liked them. She was never the type to brag or put others down or get angry or annoyed at anything, her life was filled with light and laughter and basically every teenage girls dream. Elena had nice things, a nice car, and pulled good grades, but boys came and went and she didn’t get too attached because she had dreams of who she was gonna be and what she was gonna do. She always knew that she wanted to aim high and go places and be big. Not big as in famous or a celebrity or any of that stuff, but big as in powerful. Like the CEO of a company, or a lawyer, or a doctor. Or the president. No, not that big. But she wanted a good life, a successful life. Nothing out of the norm there.
So she graduated at the top of her class, an honor student accepted to multiple colleges. But Elena chose to stay close to home and go to the school a town over so that she could live at home for the first few years, then move out. She spent the majority of her time taking interesting classes and learning lots of different things, and decided that she was pretty interested in politics. Declaring her major as Public Administration was a big step for her, and she embraced it fully. So she started taking more and more political and social and economic classes as the year went on, it was a breeze. Well, not really. But she found that the hard work was worth doing because she found the topics so interesting. Everything was fine. The next year came and she moved into an apartment by the school, but only a half hour or so away from her parents. So she was still relatively close to them.
And Elena did the college thing. The partying, the cramming for tests, the finals week stress, all of it. She lived a normal, white, middle-class life. She was happy. Then one evening, out of the blue, the police came to her door and told her that they needed her to come identify the three bodies of her family. As you can imagine, that shattered her life. So as she got into the police car, sobbing and praying that it wasn’t them, as she stared through the glass at the three bloody bodies of her mom, little sister, and father, something in her snapped. Murder, the police reports said. They were looking for potential suspects. But that didn’t feel right, it didn’t sit well with her. No one would have wanted to hurt her family. But Elena went along with it and did all the funeral things and buried her family and then went back to her house. The house she’d grown up in, the house that was supposed to be the safest place in the world for her.
When a man came to her door the next day, saying he was a special agent of some sorts, she allowed him in. That’s how she became aware of the supernatural. One evening, Elena walked into her home and went upstairs, only to be pulled out of her room and dragged down the stairs by some crazy looking entity. So while the ghost was trying to kill Elena too, the hunter guy had been staking out Elena's house, trying to lure the ghosts out, and he jumped in to save her. After scaring off the ghosts with iron, he explained to her how he was a hunter and he thought her family’d been killed by ghosts because some special item they had was haunted. It seemed like a joke to her. And she was pissed at first. But then she took a moment and stepped back, looking at everything they had. There were tons of random ass items that were decades old, that had been in the family forever. The item that the ghosts were haunting was some golden comb, that had supposedly belonged to one of her relatives back in the civil war. And they’d only gotten it because they took it from one of their slaves. So, the ghosts were after that comb. They'd been lost, lashing out at random people, killing whoever. But when they found the current family of the people that had wronged them, they killed them. Either way, it was a nice brush. The hunter agreed to train Elena because her parents had just died and she now had all their money.
While normal hunting was interesting enough, all she really felt passionate about what ghost hunting and destroying. So she focused on that mostly, and then, on a hunt, she found a desirable item and decided that instead of leaving it there it was, she could take it. Stealing, no? Definitely not. Bartering, more like it. Elena would find an item for whoever, and they’d pay her for it. This soon became her main job. Selling and dealing desirable supernatural items on the black market. And boy, is she good at it. All those political and social studies classes paid. There are few dealers as smooth and discreet at Elena.
Alias: Sofie
How did you find us?: Old site
Experience: Like 6 years
Other Characters: @allocer, @amon, @asmodeus, Cole, @hadley, @solveigh, @valentine, Troy Baker, @arie
RP Sample:
Some nights were impossible, and this was one of them. Remy was tired, and annoyed at nearly everyone that entered the club. It seemed like every little girl was up here trying to get the boys at the bar to give her a free drink and the men were no better. They swaggered up to the bar like they were the toughest boys on the block and started calling her ‘baby’ and ‘honey’, like they had a chance at getting it in with her. Not all of them were ugly, or entirely unattractive, but she preferred her men to be a little more composed. Remy was working a double shift because some asshole couldn’t be bothered to show up to his shift, and that just added to her anger. Who did that? A person that ditched work deserved to be fired, and Remy seriously hoped he did. She hated wishing bad things on other people, but wouldn’t be terribly upset if the guy got fired. This wasn’t some child’s play job, and despite the looks she received when she told people that she was a bartender, you had to know your shit. There were hundreds of varieties of drinks to have to memorize, and the more drinks you made the better you became at it. The more you knew the drink, the faster you could mix it up, and that led to a larger tip. No one wants to wait for their drinks.
All those little flips you could do with the bottle, those came with due time. Remy could do about half as many tricks as everyone else, and that caused her to feel nothing short of utter humiliation. She had a need to be better, a need to be the best. And a realization that her bottle flipping skills couldn’t compare to those of the more experienced, older bartenders. The basic flips and easy little spins on her heels she had down, but ask her to do anything else and there’d be shattered glass all over the floor. Remy hated it, and the envy she felt when people clapped and cheered for the other bartenders was at an all time high tonight. Stupid Davis was showing off for some brunette with legs ten miles long and a tan so dark that you could practically smell the tanning lotion coming off.
Rolling her eyes, Remy poured a couple shots of tequila for a lady and then went back to wiping down the counter and making sure all the bottles were clean and full. This was the boring part of her job, wiping down bottle after bottle. Couldn’t have a single sticky one, or a half empty one, or anything that looked messy and in disarray. So she wiped and straightened and poured drinks and kept looking at the clock every five seconds, wanting her shift to be over already. Remy yawned and looked over at Jeremy, he was still flipping bottles. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrubbed the counter a little harder. Just as she was about to yawn again, like they’d sensed that she was bored and on cue started up, two obviously drunk guys started yelling at each other. That really wasn’t anything new, yelled and fought around here all the time. You called over the bouncer, or security, and that was that. But this time was different, much to her entertainment. These guys were big, drunk, loud, and they’d started to throw punches. So a couple random people tried to step in and be heroes, and they ended up getting sucked into the fight too.
Oh man, was this good. But she had to step in, now it was getting serious. There were multiple security guards rushing around, trying to pry the fighting people apart. She could hear their panicked voices on their walkie-talkies, and that was enough for her to understand that this was big. There usually weren’t massive fights like this, at least not that she’d seen. But she’d only been there a couple of months, so maybe this was a common thing. Either way, Remy stepped in. Not that it was really her place, but she didn’t want anyone to actually get kill tonight. Moving quickly around the counter, she pushed her way through the thick crowd and grabbed the back of some guy’s shirt. Yanking him back roughly, the man whirled around, slapping her arms away. He looked like he was about to hit her, and she braced herself for it. But he didn’t, and instead just stormed off, shoving his way through the mass of people.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart thudding loudly in her chest, Remy moved in on another guy. This guy was actually bleeding, all over. Blood ran down out of his nose, over his lips, onto his shirt, and onto the ground. Remy grabbed him by the arm, and at first he pulled away. But she tugged him on until he followed her over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Remy leaned over and grabbed a few paper towels, then handed them to the guy. He didn’t need to be bleeding all over everyone over there, it was gross and messy and not okay. The guy tried saying something, but he was way too drunk for it to actually make any sense. Remy just pushed more paper towels towards him and tried to keep an eye on the fight still happening. While security had managed to clear up a huge chunk of the fighting people, some die-hard fighters were still going at it.
Behind her a man started yelling, but she didn’t think anything of it until she was sandwiched between two screaming men. What were they yelling about? Remy didn’t have the slightest clue. All she knew was that the bleeding guy was standing up, tossing the paper towels to the side and grabbing for the other man. That was it. Remy put both her arms out, shoving them both apart as much as she could. But she wasn’t anything special, and the men easily pushed right back. If there was something she hated above all other things, it was getting pushed around. In a furious moment, Remy turned and shoved the bloody-nose guy down onto the stool. “Just sit down!” She yelled, her voice holding enough of a demanding tone that he listened. Spinning around to the other man she pushed him back with both hands this time, so it sent him reeling backwards. Remy almost ordered him to leave, but she couldn’t think of any clever way to put it. People in movies always had the coolest catch phrases, yet she couldn’t think of a single one. Security stepped in before she really had a chance to say anything, and led both men out.
Remy bit her lip, watching the crowd slowly disperse. So she’d wanted exciting, but maybe next time she’d try for a little less exciting.
All those little flips you could do with the bottle, those came with due time. Remy could do about half as many tricks as everyone else, and that caused her to feel nothing short of utter humiliation. She had a need to be better, a need to be the best. And a realization that her bottle flipping skills couldn’t compare to those of the more experienced, older bartenders. The basic flips and easy little spins on her heels she had down, but ask her to do anything else and there’d be shattered glass all over the floor. Remy hated it, and the envy she felt when people clapped and cheered for the other bartenders was at an all time high tonight. Stupid Davis was showing off for some brunette with legs ten miles long and a tan so dark that you could practically smell the tanning lotion coming off.
Rolling her eyes, Remy poured a couple shots of tequila for a lady and then went back to wiping down the counter and making sure all the bottles were clean and full. This was the boring part of her job, wiping down bottle after bottle. Couldn’t have a single sticky one, or a half empty one, or anything that looked messy and in disarray. So she wiped and straightened and poured drinks and kept looking at the clock every five seconds, wanting her shift to be over already. Remy yawned and looked over at Jeremy, he was still flipping bottles. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrubbed the counter a little harder. Just as she was about to yawn again, like they’d sensed that she was bored and on cue started up, two obviously drunk guys started yelling at each other. That really wasn’t anything new, yelled and fought around here all the time. You called over the bouncer, or security, and that was that. But this time was different, much to her entertainment. These guys were big, drunk, loud, and they’d started to throw punches. So a couple random people tried to step in and be heroes, and they ended up getting sucked into the fight too.
Oh man, was this good. But she had to step in, now it was getting serious. There were multiple security guards rushing around, trying to pry the fighting people apart. She could hear their panicked voices on their walkie-talkies, and that was enough for her to understand that this was big. There usually weren’t massive fights like this, at least not that she’d seen. But she’d only been there a couple of months, so maybe this was a common thing. Either way, Remy stepped in. Not that it was really her place, but she didn’t want anyone to actually get kill tonight. Moving quickly around the counter, she pushed her way through the thick crowd and grabbed the back of some guy’s shirt. Yanking him back roughly, the man whirled around, slapping her arms away. He looked like he was about to hit her, and she braced herself for it. But he didn’t, and instead just stormed off, shoving his way through the mass of people.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, heart thudding loudly in her chest, Remy moved in on another guy. This guy was actually bleeding, all over. Blood ran down out of his nose, over his lips, onto his shirt, and onto the ground. Remy grabbed him by the arm, and at first he pulled away. But she tugged him on until he followed her over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Remy leaned over and grabbed a few paper towels, then handed them to the guy. He didn’t need to be bleeding all over everyone over there, it was gross and messy and not okay. The guy tried saying something, but he was way too drunk for it to actually make any sense. Remy just pushed more paper towels towards him and tried to keep an eye on the fight still happening. While security had managed to clear up a huge chunk of the fighting people, some die-hard fighters were still going at it.
Behind her a man started yelling, but she didn’t think anything of it until she was sandwiched between two screaming men. What were they yelling about? Remy didn’t have the slightest clue. All she knew was that the bleeding guy was standing up, tossing the paper towels to the side and grabbing for the other man. That was it. Remy put both her arms out, shoving them both apart as much as she could. But she wasn’t anything special, and the men easily pushed right back. If there was something she hated above all other things, it was getting pushed around. In a furious moment, Remy turned and shoved the bloody-nose guy down onto the stool. “Just sit down!” She yelled, her voice holding enough of a demanding tone that he listened. Spinning around to the other man she pushed him back with both hands this time, so it sent him reeling backwards. Remy almost ordered him to leave, but she couldn’t think of any clever way to put it. People in movies always had the coolest catch phrases, yet she couldn’t think of a single one. Security stepped in before she really had a chance to say anything, and led both men out.
Remy bit her lip, watching the crowd slowly disperse. So she’d wanted exciting, but maybe next time she’d try for a little less exciting.
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