Post by Tipper Blue Seridae on Dec 21, 2013 10:45:29 GMT -4
Tipper Blue Seridae Twenty-four Human Elarica Gallacher Ivy | TIMEZONE: EST HOW DID YOU FIND US?: old site CONTACT INFORMATION: PM NICKNAME(S): Tip, Blue, Seridae, Candybar (not Candy Bar) DATE OF BIRTH: 10/08/1990 BIRTHPLACE: Houghton, Michigan HOMETOWN: The Bronx, New York CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Bronx DIET: n/a SCARS/MARKS: No birthmarks, but numerous small, mostly superficial scars on her hands and arms, and around her ankles where she’s been nicked up practicing knife work, initiating knife work, or grabbed by a person or being with claws or teeth humans don’t have. The only life-threatening injury she’s had thus far is the drag of claws across the right side of her stomach, which of course she survived. Tipper also has several innocuous tattoos: Anath (goddess of love and war) written down the underside of her right upper arm; Angur (patron of warriors) down the underside of her left; Auf (sleep, rest, peace, courage) at the back of her neck, between her shoulders; Nekhbet (protection, motherhood, children) to the right of that; with Uadjet (underworld goddess of truth and justice) to the left. When asked about them she will tell you to look them up. PERSONAL STYLE: Boys’ clothes, which are inconspicuous and easy to move in. She can be a smartass in those clothes and people don’t laugh the way they do at mouthy girls in dresses. She always wears clothes that she can run in and fight in, because she knows that being caught in a dress will mean she was caught dead. OCCUPATION: Assistant teacher in a child care/preschool by day, Sentella Sergeant in the Celestra Branch, specializing in Weres, by night and necessity AFFILIATION: The Sentella, peace and humanity. LIKES: DISLIKES: STRENGTHS: WEAKNESSES: HABITS/QUIRKS: FEARS: SECRETS: GOALS: PERSONALITY: Tipper considers herself a fun, bold person. Working with kids all day during the workweek has given her spot-on reflexes that allow her to catch a dropped glass of milk, a toppling child and a plunging dagger all with the same swiftness. Her ‘night job’ as she calls it has given her a strength that stands out in someone her size, and endurance past what most people can realistically manage. She can run for miles, for hours, without feeling the impact. She never backs down from a fight, never allows her size to stand in her way. Whether it’s a leopard about to slash at her or a man about to strike his wife, she doesn’t hesitate to step in and make her opinion known. She will do whatever it takes to defend those who need defending; the way Tipper sees it, if it is in her power to save someone and she doesn’t do it, then she is just as guilty of that person’s harm as the one who caused it. Her commander has told her more than once that her greatest failing will be that she ranks the lives of those she saves above her own, and while she understands his viewpoint—that her life, how she spends it, will cause more good to the world than your average soccer mom’s will—she does not agree with it. All people have the same worth, in her mind. And besides, she couldn’t live with the guilt of choosing her own life over someone else’s. She has the power to help; she must use it, or she’s no better than the ones she is fighting. Above all, Tipper is passionate. She would adopt every one of the children she minds if she needed to; she would circle the world to chase down the one who caused those children to need adoption. Anything she does, any thought she has, it is carried and carried out with vigor, and she always finishes what she’s started. Aside from all the seriousness, in its time and place she enjoys as much mirth and easygoing tendencies as possible. With friends she will unashamedly sit on laps or dictionaries so she can be closer to their level, but when it comes to her night work she is more reserved. FATHER: Arabella Seridae, alive MOTHER: Frederick Seridae, alive SIBLINGS: none OTHER FAMILY: none in the area OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: none significant HISTORY: Tipper was born in a place where people routinely built doors coming out of their second floors to accommodate for the yearly snow. Unfortunately for her and her father’s love of the winter precipitation, her mother put her foot down when Tip was four and they moved back into the city her parents had grown up in. From the start, Tipper was small, and when it became clear at a young age that she had the attitude to start fights but not the skills to win them, her parents enrolled her in a children’s self defense class. It was in this class that one of the Sentella’s recruiters—although she wouldn’t know him as such until a decade later—took notice of her fiery nature, decisive skill, and the determination that allowed her to keep fighting even after her opponent had already deluded himself into thinking he’d won. He suggested to her parents that they continue enrolling her in higher classes, so she could continue to excel, as clearly the girl adored the lessons, the competitions. Her mother not being the type to enjoy watching her daughter pummel a foam dummy in the basement, simultaneously enrolled her in gymnastics when she was eight, in an effort to compensate for the ‘boyishness’ of her other lessons. As it was, both lessons ended up, when she was eighteen, earning her a place as a hunter in the Sentella. Every man and woman there could kill with any manner of grips or weapons, but rare was the hunter who could do it while dancing across rotting milk crates or rain washed rooftops or while vaulting over cooling vents and through windows, and not one of them was as small as she was. Tipper took a resolute pride in being able to do all of those things, and she was a convenient hunter to have along, since she fit into places that most of the other hunters couldn’t, and knew how to unlock the gates she’d snuck underneath to let them in. After a couple of years her fellows, and their commander, took note of the fact that she was more observant than some, and the thought she put into every action she took, without even seeming to bother. When they confirmed that her peers regarded her with a similar respect that they regarded their commander, he promoted her to Sergeant, and thus she’s grown to love her contrasting lives. No one ever expects to see her in her day job, so the few that she doesn’t catch on her first try never think to look for her there. She knows it’s a risk that she brings to her beloved flock of children, but she prays that the risk will never harden over into a threat, and even though she isn’t religious, she prays hard. The only downfall, she believes, to her clashing day and night lives is that perhaps she works just a bit too hard. |
