Amalia Blackthorne

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Amalia Blackthorne;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Tawnee
Age: 19
Years of Rping: 9
Contact: [e-mail]

ID Tag;;

Alias: N/A
Name: Amalia Blackthorne
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 25
Species: Human
Job: Tattoo Artist
Religious Affiliation: Agnostic

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Guns
2. Martial Arts
3. Drawing / Sketching

Summary:
Since she was a child, Amalia has been fascinated with weaponry, namely guns. She regularly practices at a shooting range to keep her skills honed. In her late teens, as a petite young woman she recognized the need to learn a form of self defense. She turned to martial arts and has been practicing since the age of 17. She has been drawing and sketching almost all of her life. It is her passion and her talent and the reason why she loves her job as a tattoo artist.

Weakness:
1. Physical Strength
2. Hedonistic
3. Selfishness

Summary:
Amalia is a very petite young woman, standing at about five foot, two inches and as such she has almost no physical strength, despite being fit. Although she knows how to defend herself, sh would be almost powerless against someone with brute strength. Amalia also has a very hedonistic personality that is almost self-destructive. She regularly abuses alcohol and drugs and is only interested in immediate pleasures. Because of this she tends to be very selfish and self-centered. She cares only for herself and very little for others.

Appearance;;

Looks: How old does your character really look?: 21
Hair: Long, straight, black.
Eyes: Bright blue.
Height: 5'2''
Marks: Several tattoos covering her back, breasts, stomach and arms.
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Pale
Body Type: Petite but athletic.
Clothing Style: She prefers to dress in bright colors, leaving little to the imagination. Her favorite color is red and she wears it quite often.
Footwear: She usually wears a pair of old, black, beat up boots.

Summary:
Short and slender but hard and athletic, Amalia is a petite wonder. With her long raven hair and startling blue eyes, she often draws attention from others. However, she loves the spotlight, displaying her pale, tattooed skin often in immodest clothing. She has very full features. Her face is round and her lips are full. She often wears a lot of makeup.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Art
2. Weapons
3. Partying

Dislikes:
1. Solitude / Loneliness
2. Daytime
3. Feeling empty or worthless

Flaws:
1. Selfishness
2. Self-destructive behavior
3. Misanthropic

Summary:
She is a hedonist; she loves to party and is always looking for the next thrill. At the same time she often feels like something is missing, but she hates feeling like that so she makes it go away by drowning herself in drugs or alcohol. She can be very selfish and only cares for her needs and desires. In turn she can come off as misanthropic or antisocial. She frequently engages in self-destructive behavior, which is dangerous in combination with her obsession of guns and weaponry. When all else fails, Amalia will turn to her drawings, and despite everything she has not yet managed to destroy her one and only talent.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Rebecca Blackthorne (Mother) ; Louis Blackthorne (Father) ; Alethea Blackthorne (Sister)
School Attended: Harlem High School
Graduation Year: 2002
History:
Amalia Blackthorne was born on January 19th, 1983 in Rockford, Illinois. She was a very creative, bright child who lived a charmed life until she hit high school where her life began to derail. She got involved with the wrong crowd of people who introduced her to a life of drinking and drugs. Her grades began to drop, but she still managed to graduate. When she rejected college and decided to pursue a life in New York City, her parents effectively disowned her.

Arriving in New York at the age of 19, Amalia lived a very hard life on the streets until she finally procured her dream job as a tattoo artist. However, her past wasn't completely dead. She couldn't quite escape her hedonistic behavior and she continued to party and drink to excess. It was one night at a particularly wild party that Amalia chose to follow one of her friends who had had way too much to drink and was looking sick. Her friend stumbled out into the dark streets at 3 AM with Amalia shuffling to catch up. Amalia watched, perplexed, as a stranger caught her friend and dragged her out of view into an alley.

Confused, fear beginning to sober her, Amalia ran toward the alley just as her friend began to shriek. Inside the alley Amalia's blood ran cold as she saw her friend lying in a pool of blood with a huge creature towering over her. The thing looked up and Amalia could see that it was a huge wolf, too huge to be a normal canine and with eyes that seemed much too intelligent and human. Amalia reached inside her coat for her illegally carried pistol just as the monster lunged for her. She squeezed off three rounds, all three of which hit the thing in the chest. It faltered and that was all Amalia needed to make her escape.

Since then Amalia has delighted in the thrill of harming and killing such creatures--werewolves and vampires as she later came to find out through much research and investigation--and saving innocent victims. However, it's not so much the saving of innocent victims that keeps Amalia at her night job. Ever since that night she's had a taste for supernatural blood and she won't stop hunting until she's dead.

Code Word:
i hAve read the rules

Mad Skills;;

Amalia prowled through Central Park. It was three in the morning and all was quiet. She could see no one along the path she was currently treading. In other words it was perfect conditions for hunting and not just her own kind of hunting. She was quite sure there'd be a lone lycan or vampire likewise lurking in the woods, glutted from a midnight snack and reveling in the night.

She couldn't wait to end their happiness.

She emerged from the woods and came upon a pond. She wasn't alone. Someone was at the water's edge. Amalia crept for a closer look. Her boots fell softly, almost silently, on the path as she used all her stealth to approach. Five feet away from the person, she could see that it was a man. He was very tall with curly, pale blonde hair and blood smeared across his face in a grotesque mask. Amalia smiled. This was her night.

The thing did not appear to have noticed her yet. Yes, this really was her night.

She reached for her guns. The thing, hearing something, whirled toward her in fury. Apparently he did not enjoy his personal time being interrupted. The vampire dabbed almost daintily at his bloodied mouth with a handkerchief and then ran toward her with shocking speed. She put several rounds of silver coated bullets into his chest.

They were made especially for her lycan friends, but they worked quite nicely on the vampires as well.

[Isi Runasimi]

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