heavensangel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
heavensangel) wrote2015-02-17 08:04 pm
heavensangel) wrote2015-02-17 08:04 pm
Entry tags:
angel in the sky - 479er app
OOC INFO
Name: Julia, friends call me Juju, call me whatever you want, I like collecting nicknames
Contact:
Skype - zeldaluvr1
Tumblr - unclezevran
E-mail - zeldaluvr1@gmail
Other characters: First time on Dreamwidth, but I've got 8 years of RP experience (mostly on tumblr, now inactive). Fenris & Feferi were my mains while they lasted.
Age: Over 18 (19)
IC INFO
Name: Angel '479er' XXXXX
Canon (if applicable): Red vs. Blue
Character journal:heavensangel
Personality:
A lot of snark, topped with an even measure of cockiness for some extra flavoring. 479er's got a lot of pride, being touted as the best escape artist in the business. Her name's passed around with respect and assurance, and if there's one thing she's learned in the business, it's that this respect has to come with a promise; do your job, and don't let the client down. She doesn't deal in promises she can't keep.
Back story:
Though her journey to Adaptive was a fate more thrust upon her than a path she herself chose to walk, 479er took her resettlement in stride, making a business for herself in a field that had all demand and little supply. She calls it a "specialized delivery service" - all she does is move something or someone from one place to another, safely and securely (more or less), for a lot of cash. The law calls it smuggling, criminal harboring, extortion, and lots of other nasty names, depending on the day or the job. But, in her line of work is that she has to know how to avoid heat and stay out of trouble, and she applies that knowledge to her personal life just as easily as she does with her work life.
Sample
Cloudy skies. Crowded streets. Masked faces, huddled together and clinging to safety in this ill-fated Babylon that leaned against a vast desolation. Adaptive is a dangerous and unfriendly place, where you have to fight for every breath of air and every drop of water, and it all begs an obvious question: Why would anyone choose to make a life here?
It returns a simple answer: You don’t end up on this rock unless you don’t have another choice.
Alone among a crowd of strangers, “479” looks up to the heavens. Cloudy skies. She wrinkles her nose at the observation. A storm was rolling in from the east, and those without helmets to hide their face could be seen casting worried glances towards the oncoming plague. ‘Bad weather for flying,’ she inwardly remarks, and mumbles a curse to herself. Not that she had plans to fly today – her current job doesn’t require it – but the freedom to fly is a nice option to have, and a privilege few people are able to access. A good set of wings are hard to come by on this miserable rock.
She doesn’t dwell long on these thoughts, and shifts her focus back to the task at hand. The streets have already begun to empty before the storm, which makes it easy for the grounded pilot to locate her car – the only thing (besides her plane) that she loves more than herself. Oh, and she is a beauty. Custom made, polished and painted in her signature grey and blue, faster than wind and more expensive than god. It’s illegal on 6 planets - one of the many car facts she's known to brag about in bars and parties. The engine’s activation is proximity based, and as soon as she hops inside, she’s heading on her way.
Her destination lies outside the city, and quite a ways into the desert. A long-time client of hers asked for a little help in picking up his wife and kids, stranded after their car broke down – something she has a hard time believing, since usually she’s called on for professional help in moving drugs – and after seeing the numbers he was willing to offer, she generously agreed. Money is money, and it’s the only thing that talks on this planet. People and lives and justice and evil don’t have a voice at all. The Chairman of Charon Industries didn't look at the dying planet choking to death below his shining company tower and take the opportunity to sell them their own lives because he’s a "nice guy." Any look at the price tags on those helmets could tell you that much.
But what is there to life if it’s just an endless cash grab?
To her, it’s moments like this.
Once she crosses the city limits and the world opens up around her, her helmet is swiftly pulled off and tossed in the back; and so she drove with the wind in her hair and the stars in her heart. This is freedom – true freedom – the kind that makes her chest flutter and her heart soar. This is what makes life, and this is what she loves about this dangerous world. Its freedom, its thrill, its danger and disaster all made it a place of wonders, and while she hates so much, there is also so much to love.
You don’t end up on this rock unless you don’t have another choice - but once you start your life here, you are free to make the choice to stay.
The chance is always open for her to leave. She has enough cash to leave this life behind and start again somewhere else, with more water and less poison and a pleasant, friendly populace. The option, while now sounding extremely dull, is deliberately kept available for her, because if there's one thing she learned here, it's that the freedom to fly is always a nice option to have.
As a professional escape artist, “479” knows a lot about the benefits of keeping your options open.
Name: Julia, friends call me Juju, call me whatever you want, I like collecting nicknames
Contact:
Skype - zeldaluvr1
Tumblr - unclezevran
E-mail - zeldaluvr1@gmail
Other characters: First time on Dreamwidth, but I've got 8 years of RP experience (mostly on tumblr, now inactive). Fenris & Feferi were my mains while they lasted.
Age: Over 18 (19)
IC INFO
Name: Angel '479er' XXXXX
Canon (if applicable): Red vs. Blue
Character journal:
heavensangelPersonality:
A lot of snark, topped with an even measure of cockiness for some extra flavoring. 479er's got a lot of pride, being touted as the best escape artist in the business. Her name's passed around with respect and assurance, and if there's one thing she's learned in the business, it's that this respect has to come with a promise; do your job, and don't let the client down. She doesn't deal in promises she can't keep.
Back story:
Though her journey to Adaptive was a fate more thrust upon her than a path she herself chose to walk, 479er took her resettlement in stride, making a business for herself in a field that had all demand and little supply. She calls it a "specialized delivery service" - all she does is move something or someone from one place to another, safely and securely (more or less), for a lot of cash. The law calls it smuggling, criminal harboring, extortion, and lots of other nasty names, depending on the day or the job. But, in her line of work is that she has to know how to avoid heat and stay out of trouble, and she applies that knowledge to her personal life just as easily as she does with her work life.
Sample
Cloudy skies. Crowded streets. Masked faces, huddled together and clinging to safety in this ill-fated Babylon that leaned against a vast desolation. Adaptive is a dangerous and unfriendly place, where you have to fight for every breath of air and every drop of water, and it all begs an obvious question: Why would anyone choose to make a life here?
It returns a simple answer: You don’t end up on this rock unless you don’t have another choice.
Alone among a crowd of strangers, “479” looks up to the heavens. Cloudy skies. She wrinkles her nose at the observation. A storm was rolling in from the east, and those without helmets to hide their face could be seen casting worried glances towards the oncoming plague. ‘Bad weather for flying,’ she inwardly remarks, and mumbles a curse to herself. Not that she had plans to fly today – her current job doesn’t require it – but the freedom to fly is a nice option to have, and a privilege few people are able to access. A good set of wings are hard to come by on this miserable rock.
She doesn’t dwell long on these thoughts, and shifts her focus back to the task at hand. The streets have already begun to empty before the storm, which makes it easy for the grounded pilot to locate her car – the only thing (besides her plane) that she loves more than herself. Oh, and she is a beauty. Custom made, polished and painted in her signature grey and blue, faster than wind and more expensive than god. It’s illegal on 6 planets - one of the many car facts she's known to brag about in bars and parties. The engine’s activation is proximity based, and as soon as she hops inside, she’s heading on her way.
Her destination lies outside the city, and quite a ways into the desert. A long-time client of hers asked for a little help in picking up his wife and kids, stranded after their car broke down – something she has a hard time believing, since usually she’s called on for professional help in moving drugs – and after seeing the numbers he was willing to offer, she generously agreed. Money is money, and it’s the only thing that talks on this planet. People and lives and justice and evil don’t have a voice at all. The Chairman of Charon Industries didn't look at the dying planet choking to death below his shining company tower and take the opportunity to sell them their own lives because he’s a "nice guy." Any look at the price tags on those helmets could tell you that much.
But what is there to life if it’s just an endless cash grab?
To her, it’s moments like this.
Once she crosses the city limits and the world opens up around her, her helmet is swiftly pulled off and tossed in the back; and so she drove with the wind in her hair and the stars in her heart. This is freedom – true freedom – the kind that makes her chest flutter and her heart soar. This is what makes life, and this is what she loves about this dangerous world. Its freedom, its thrill, its danger and disaster all made it a place of wonders, and while she hates so much, there is also so much to love.
You don’t end up on this rock unless you don’t have another choice - but once you start your life here, you are free to make the choice to stay.
The chance is always open for her to leave. She has enough cash to leave this life behind and start again somewhere else, with more water and less poison and a pleasant, friendly populace. The option, while now sounding extremely dull, is deliberately kept available for her, because if there's one thing she learned here, it's that the freedom to fly is always a nice option to have.
As a professional escape artist, “479” knows a lot about the benefits of keeping your options open.