Post by Eleonora Largo on Jun 22, 2009 15:47:23 GMT -6
((This is copy-pasted from my old RP, but has the same information. I thought it'd just be easier to do that than rearrange everything. Sorry for any issues if they arise!))
Name: Josephine Moreau
Nicknames: Josey, Jo
Age: 32
Affiliation: Repomen, Head Repo (for consideration by mods)
Personality: Unlike most of the other women of her age range, Josephine despises the current fashions and trends. Instead, she dresses in a classic manner; she thinks she was born in the wrong era. Because of this, she can seem very haughty and cold when one first approaches her. She has the aura of the rich and privileged, but this is only an old habit. Although she doesn’t react very emotionally to much of anything, Josephine is very dedicated to her profession and is quite intelligent. She can read people well but has a terrible time actually connecting to them. She prefers being alone and has many cats in her apartment, which has earned her the nickname of the “Crazy Beautiful Cat Lady.” Josephine is not very introspective but she does know what irks her. She can be quite blunt if needed, but she’s usually not very talkative. It takes a lot to make her angry, and she is not the woman to bother extensively; she has no qualms slipping a potent drug into another’s drink and taking them back to her lab for some teachings on etiquette, or so she calls it.
History: She seemed to have the perfect life; her father was rich, her mother was beautiful and adored, and she received everything she wanted. Her father was a Repo Man, but kept his cover by working as a doctor in a private plastic surgery firm. Josephine was always different from the other children; she rarely spoke, and made up imaginary worlds with her dolls and other toys instead of socializing. Her mother disproved of this because she was the epitome of a social butterfly, and had the surgery scars, some of which inflicted by her own husband, to prove it. Josephine’s older brother, Martin, followed in his mother’s footsteps and became very famous for throwing extravagant parties where he was the DJ. Being the odd duck never bothered Josephine, and she grew up quietly in the lap of luxury. She did not know of her father’s other, unsavory occupation, but she admired him as a surgeon, and decided to become one herself. She did excellently in school and was accepted at many revered universities. She chose the most expensive and most prominent and majored in pre-medicine. While she was away from home, spending more time in her dorm room studying than attending various parties and galas, her father found another job to pay for his wife’s increasing desire for surgery: selling illegal Zydrate. Feeling double-crossed and none too happy about it, the Largo family had him arrested, and all of the family’s income disappeared when he was sent to jail. (Even the best lawyers couldn’t stand against up against the Largos.) Mrs. Moreau and Martin continued to spend money like nothing had happened; Martin developed a horrible Zydrate addiction, and Mrs. Moreau was soon on a Gene Co. payment plan. Josephine rarely talked to her family while in college, so she knew nothing of her father’s imprisonment until she returned home for winter break and found her home in shambles and Martin in hand-cuffs. Martin told her what happened to their father, and informed her that their mother’s newest surgery had to be repossessed. With no money to pay for her education and no home to return to, Josephine was in a tight spot. Luckily, Pavi Largo took a liking to her, and offered her a deal: Gene Co. would pay for her education, but after that, she would become her father’s replacement. Josephine agreed, and finished her schooling with money from Gene Co. Her first repo assignment was, ironically enough, her mother, who had fled from the home and had been on the run for years. Without issue, Josephine repossessed her mother’s surgeries (she had accumulated even more during her time away). She was the odd duck of the family, after all.
Likes: cats, chocolate, autonomy, literature, art, archaic fashion and other things of the past, poetry
Dislikes: vanity, the media, current trends and fashions, overly emotive people, difficult repossessions and hospital patients
Hobbies: reading, painting, making her own clothes, sitting with her cats, making masks for masquerades/parties/etc., buying surgical tools online
Model claim: Corinne Marchand
(Specifically from her role in Cleo from 5 to 7)
RP Sample: This latest stray had no name yet, but had decided, in that feline ways all cats have, to constantly sit on Josephine’s window sill and stare out at the gritty, hazy world. He was a gray color, like the old abandoned buildings in the city, and had piercing yellow eyes, like the witches’ cats of old lore. Josephine liked him, even though he had scratched her a few times; he lived on his own terms and was quite demanding. His meow was more of a repressed growl mixed with a mewing noise, thus deeming him as cute but deadly. More often than not, when she arrived home, he was there, on the window sill, his fluffy tail swinging from side to side lazily as he gazed at the bright lights and hovering advertisements. The other cats avoided him like the plague, especially because when they attempted to assert dominance, he hissed madly and beat them back with claws like needles. He reminded her of herself, when she was a child mostly; those who interrupted her complex games were usually given a bop on the head with a block or some other elementary building material. Unlike the stray, she had almost always been silent, though. Her glare was enough to keep inquisitive children away.
Name: Josephine Moreau
Nicknames: Josey, Jo
Age: 32
Affiliation: Repomen, Head Repo (for consideration by mods)
Personality: Unlike most of the other women of her age range, Josephine despises the current fashions and trends. Instead, she dresses in a classic manner; she thinks she was born in the wrong era. Because of this, she can seem very haughty and cold when one first approaches her. She has the aura of the rich and privileged, but this is only an old habit. Although she doesn’t react very emotionally to much of anything, Josephine is very dedicated to her profession and is quite intelligent. She can read people well but has a terrible time actually connecting to them. She prefers being alone and has many cats in her apartment, which has earned her the nickname of the “Crazy Beautiful Cat Lady.” Josephine is not very introspective but she does know what irks her. She can be quite blunt if needed, but she’s usually not very talkative. It takes a lot to make her angry, and she is not the woman to bother extensively; she has no qualms slipping a potent drug into another’s drink and taking them back to her lab for some teachings on etiquette, or so she calls it.
History: She seemed to have the perfect life; her father was rich, her mother was beautiful and adored, and she received everything she wanted. Her father was a Repo Man, but kept his cover by working as a doctor in a private plastic surgery firm. Josephine was always different from the other children; she rarely spoke, and made up imaginary worlds with her dolls and other toys instead of socializing. Her mother disproved of this because she was the epitome of a social butterfly, and had the surgery scars, some of which inflicted by her own husband, to prove it. Josephine’s older brother, Martin, followed in his mother’s footsteps and became very famous for throwing extravagant parties where he was the DJ. Being the odd duck never bothered Josephine, and she grew up quietly in the lap of luxury. She did not know of her father’s other, unsavory occupation, but she admired him as a surgeon, and decided to become one herself. She did excellently in school and was accepted at many revered universities. She chose the most expensive and most prominent and majored in pre-medicine. While she was away from home, spending more time in her dorm room studying than attending various parties and galas, her father found another job to pay for his wife’s increasing desire for surgery: selling illegal Zydrate. Feeling double-crossed and none too happy about it, the Largo family had him arrested, and all of the family’s income disappeared when he was sent to jail. (Even the best lawyers couldn’t stand against up against the Largos.) Mrs. Moreau and Martin continued to spend money like nothing had happened; Martin developed a horrible Zydrate addiction, and Mrs. Moreau was soon on a Gene Co. payment plan. Josephine rarely talked to her family while in college, so she knew nothing of her father’s imprisonment until she returned home for winter break and found her home in shambles and Martin in hand-cuffs. Martin told her what happened to their father, and informed her that their mother’s newest surgery had to be repossessed. With no money to pay for her education and no home to return to, Josephine was in a tight spot. Luckily, Pavi Largo took a liking to her, and offered her a deal: Gene Co. would pay for her education, but after that, she would become her father’s replacement. Josephine agreed, and finished her schooling with money from Gene Co. Her first repo assignment was, ironically enough, her mother, who had fled from the home and had been on the run for years. Without issue, Josephine repossessed her mother’s surgeries (she had accumulated even more during her time away). She was the odd duck of the family, after all.
Likes: cats, chocolate, autonomy, literature, art, archaic fashion and other things of the past, poetry
Dislikes: vanity, the media, current trends and fashions, overly emotive people, difficult repossessions and hospital patients
Hobbies: reading, painting, making her own clothes, sitting with her cats, making masks for masquerades/parties/etc., buying surgical tools online
Model claim: Corinne Marchand
(Specifically from her role in Cleo from 5 to 7)
RP Sample: This latest stray had no name yet, but had decided, in that feline ways all cats have, to constantly sit on Josephine’s window sill and stare out at the gritty, hazy world. He was a gray color, like the old abandoned buildings in the city, and had piercing yellow eyes, like the witches’ cats of old lore. Josephine liked him, even though he had scratched her a few times; he lived on his own terms and was quite demanding. His meow was more of a repressed growl mixed with a mewing noise, thus deeming him as cute but deadly. More often than not, when she arrived home, he was there, on the window sill, his fluffy tail swinging from side to side lazily as he gazed at the bright lights and hovering advertisements. The other cats avoided him like the plague, especially because when they attempted to assert dominance, he hissed madly and beat them back with claws like needles. He reminded her of herself, when she was a child mostly; those who interrupted her complex games were usually given a bop on the head with a block or some other elementary building material. Unlike the stray, she had almost always been silent, though. Her glare was enough to keep inquisitive children away.
