Post by HENRIETTA QUICKE on Nov 20, 2011 2:13:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#909090; border-left: 40px solid #505050;] HENRIETTA "ANDREA" QUICKE "im gonna show 'em what little girls are made of gunpowder and lead" THE BASICS, |
Full Name:
Henrietta Andrea Quicke
Nickname:
Henri
Age:
19
Face Claim:
Katy Perry
A LITTLE DEEPER,
Alliance:
Straggler
Personality:
Raised by her father, Henri is a chip off the ol’ block. Intelligent and quick witted, she was honed from a young age to be the very possible best. This upbringing has had both positive and negative repercussions on Henri. While it has made her a strong and formidable opponent, it also means she has grown to be very judgmental and guarded. She’s conniving, and is not above resorting to trickery to get what she wants. Lying comes easy to her, and she very rarely encounters guilt of any kind. Much like her father, Henri does not have friends so much as informants or, if they’re lucky, comrades. Honestly, she finds the effort needed to maintain friendship is more then its worth.
On a good day, however, Henri can be useful. Though sarcastic, she won’t turn away from someone truly in need (hey, it means they owe her now, right?) and she has a soft spot for children. Animals are also favorites of hers, especially dogs (anything that doesn’t talk, really). Henri doesn’t take orders well, and honestly, telling her not to do something is the most surefire way to ensure she will do it.
Likes:
Puzzles, Climbing things, Sunshine, Cigarettes, Dogs
Dislikes:
The Cold, Deep water, Weaklings, Arrogance, Ignorance
Strengths:
Clever, Courageous, Resourceful, Ambitious, Fast
Weaknesses:
Judgmental, Selfish, Cannot Swim, Stubborn, Doesn’t Play Well With Others
ON THE OUTSIDE,
[/size]Appearance:
Henri, though most like her father in personality, is incredibly like her mother in appearance. Her eyes are a cold gray/blue, framed by strong brows and a stubborn chin. Her hair is thick and a dark, deep black with a slight wave, a nod to her mother’s Greek roots. Stand at 5’7’’, she ways 120 pounds the last time she checked, though her hips are just a tad too large for her to be considered ‘slender’. Her posture is excellent, almost arrogantly so, and she always carries herself with dignity. Her clothing is practical, jeans, and tank and layered T, and a hoodie over. Her boots were actually gifts from her uncle, and are the best damn pair of shoes she owns (once hiked for two miles in them and didn’t fee the slightest ache later).
THE PAST,
History:
Born on a stormy night in November to two happy parents in the heart of Las Vegas, Henri was a thoughtful child from the start. Of course, this was to be expected considering her parents: Jeffery was a wealthy casino owner (not to mention his other considerably less legal hobbies) and Angela was a skilled surgeon. Needless to say, she was born with quite the silver spoon in her mouth. Still she did not speak until a late age, when she was three. Her first word was “Daddy” and was spoken two weeks after Angela Quicke left her family in the dead of the night and filed for divorce a month later. For along time, Jeffery was heartbroken. His brother, Lou, moved into their penthouse to help raise Henri and whip his little brother into shape.
Jeffery eventually bounced back, stronger then ever, if a little bitter. He homeschooled Henri, honing her to one day take over the mini-empire he had created. She eagerly did as he taught. Lou was worried about getting such a young girl involved with the matters Jeffery dealt with and multiple times tried to convince her father to let Henri attend public school. Finally, sophmore year of high school, he consented. She was sent home three weeks later for selling cigarettes in the hallways and blackmailing a fellow student into changing her grades in the school system.
Father was very proud.
Eventually, Henri earned her degree and began to pursue a college education. She was taking a short break from classes when her father wrote and asked if she might visit him. Happily she agreed, boarding the ship that eventually found its way to the bottom of the ocean.
Henri, however, was a bit more lucky.
Family?:
Father: Jeffery Quicke
Mother: Angela Quicke
Uncle: Lou Quicke
THE ROLEPLAYER,
Name: River
Age: 18
RP Experience: Nearly five years
Other Characters:
How You Found Us: Advertisement on a different site
Sample:
Age: 18
RP Experience: Nearly five years
Other Characters:
How You Found Us: Advertisement on a different site
Sample:
‘Too easy,” Henri snorted to herself as she took a sip of the mixed drink she had gotten from the ship’s bar. Honestly, the fake ID she had brought with her wasn’t even a very good one. People, Henri felt, were growing easier and easier to fool. Again, the young woman took a small sip, tossing her hair over her shoulder to eye her fellow passengers carefully. The majority of them were incredibly boring, though there were a few she though she could perhaps flirt a few bucks out of. Then again, what did she need money for? Her father was happy to pay for this trip, and it wasn’t as though her own wallet wasn’t full of cash. Still…she could use a little excitement.
Henri elegantly slid off her stool, drooping her eyelids and intentionally putting a slight drift in her step. Rich guys tended to like drunk girls, she found. Before she could get very far however, her charade turned into a very real stumble as the ship gave a sharp lurch. She landed hard on her knees, cursing vibrantly. Almost in synch, a violent wind picked up. Henrietta raised her head, as a chill of dread raced down her spine – how had the clouds gotten so black, so quickly. Surely they had been merely a pastel grey only moments before?
With a crackle, the loud speak awoke and squawked a reassurance that everything was fine, but passengers were requested to return to their cabins for the remainder of the voyage. Now Henri felt more then a chill of fear – they were full blown quacks. Great. Just freaking great. Why the hell had she decided to take a boat instead of flying like a sane person anyway?
Dragging herself up from where she had been slumped, slack jawed like an idiot, Henri regained her posture and strutted though the doors and down the hall to her cabin. Her drink had spilt in her fall, which was a damn shame.
She really wished she was drunk right now.
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