Post by WHISKEY MORGAN KINGS on Jul 1, 2011 21:28:08 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
God! See, one of the things you fuckheads need to know about us Kings is that when you join our club, you get all sorts of groovy little door prizes, and one of them is this nifty little tracking node surgically implanted in your body. It's in the meat of my butt, just below the Hello Kitty tattoo. You like that, huh? Go fuck your sister.Whiskey Morgan Kings
AGE 19
DOB 01/05/1992
SPECIES Human
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Bi
ALLEGIANCE Netrual
OCCUPATION Hunter
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR Brown
EYES Hazel
PERSONAL STYLE Whiskey has two distinct styles, the first is her hunting gear. For that she wears leather pants, a leather lace up vest covered by a Kevlar lined leather coat, and combat boots. She keeps her hair back in a pony tail and at her back is a short sword that she wields with deadly accuracy. She wears a leather belt with hooks on it from which hangs various items such as a small cross bow, a .22, extra bots and clips, and a clip of salt rounds. In her boot she carries a dagger for a back up weapon along with her lucky butterfly knife in her back pocket.
On her down time she is found in much less heavy clothing but it is deadly in it’s own way. She prefers items the cling to her body, showing off her form and figure to it’s every curve. She likes the attention her body brings and normally will do what she can to enhance it in order to bring that attention.
PLAY BY Mila Kunis
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES ]
[/li][li] Sex
[/li][li] Violence
[/li][li] Booze
[/li][li] Music
[/li][li] Fast cars
[/li][li] Hunting
DISLIKES
[/li][li] Being Controlled
[/li][li] Lectures
[/li][li] Vampires
[/li][li] Harm coming to those she cares for
[/li][li] Not being good enough
STRENGTHS
[/li][li] Combat skills
[/li][li] Natural aptitude with bows and swords
[/li][li] Sense of humor (helps to distract an opponent)
[/li][li] The ability to take a beating, some pain resistance
WEAKNESSES
[/li][li] Her father
[/li][li] Recklessness
SPECIAL SKILLS She has her mother’s affinity with bows and her father’s gift with swords, rumored to have once cut a bullet in half while in mid air.
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU[/SIZE]
[/li][li] Sexy
[/li][li] Leathal
[/li][li] Lives in the Grey area
[/li][li] Hidden
[/li][li] Reckless
[/li][li] Deathwish
[/li][li] Seeking
[/li][li] Hopeful
[/li][li] Extreme
[/li][li] Big Sister
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN Chicago, IL
PARENTS Wade and Abigail Kings
SIBLINGS Fredrick (Freddy) Kings
SIGNIFICANT OTHER None
OFFSPRING None
HISTORY
First born of Wade and Abigail Kings, Whiskey was an opps baby. Her parents and their wacky sense of humor named her after the two types of alcohol that were responsible for her conception, Whiskey and Captain Morgan’s, hence Whiskey Morgan. She had a fairly normal childhood, if by fairly normal you meant she was trained from a young age to follow in her parents footsteps as a hunter along with school. Thing is she took to hunting like a fish takes to water, it came natural to her, and she loved how proud it made her father when she excelled at it, so always the daddy’s girl she trained harder and harder. She was a good fighter at 10, lethal at 12, and one of the strongest hunters the Kings had ever seen by 15. Her parents ran a training camp for hunters out of a warehouse in Chicago so she got plenty of opportunity to not only train in a variety of different fighting forms but she also had other young hunters to go out on missions with. She also had the addition of a little brother when she was 3 who also took to hunting who she would help train.
Then came the day that her world changed, when she was 16 her father called her on her cell phone and told her to get home, get her brother and run with him. Being the good little solider she was she didn’t stop to ask what was going on or why, going home and gathering up her brother, tossing him into her dad’s car with some clothing and weapons, she hit the road with him. Since then it’s only been the two of them alone in the big world searching for their parents. No one out there seems to know what happened to Abigail and Wade Kings and all the leads she’s come up with have led no where. So brother and sister keep moving from town to town, getting by on cons and credit card fraud to make it through in the world. Whiskey has been keeping her parents legacy alive by hunting evil and saving lives but what she really hopes is that with every hunt she’ll find a clue to where her family has gone to.
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS Whiskey
RP EXPERIENCE Started with D&D 2nd Ed about 20 years ago, proboards for about 3 years on and off
OTHER CHARACTERS None on this board
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
(Not Whiskey but another hunter of mine from another board I play on, you might recognize the hunter XD)
He took the cup from Dean, wiping his face with his other hand, not noticing that first the cup wasn't warm to the touch like coffee should be and second that the weight was wrong for liquid. Had he been more awake this would never have worked, he had been the butt of his brother's jokes enough that he learned over the years that the smile, like the one Dean was trying to hide, meant to be wary. It must have been Dean's lucky day.
Pulling the top off the cup, he yawned, mouth open to breath in a gulp of air before bringing the cup to his lips and pouring what he thought was coffee into his mouth. He almost choked as a few of the pieces of paper went down his throat, the cough sending the confetti all over the front seat as he dropped the cup in surprise. Mouth full of multicolored paper and sneer of anger on his face, he turned to look at his brother, none to pleased with his wake up call.
“Very funny Dean.â€
Wiping his arm across his mouth to get rid of a few straggling papers, them sticking to his sleeve now instead. He reached into the backseat and picked up the water bottle there, taking a drink and swishing it around in his mouth before he leaned out the window of the Impala and spit, trying to get as much of the confetti out of his mouth. He reached over and snapped up Dean's coffee, taking a drink of it to wash the taste of paper from his mouth, unaware that across his cheeks there were still pieces of confetti stuck to his skin, pieces that his sleeve hadn't picked up.
“You know when you start this crap it never ends well, don't we have enough to worry about today without pranks being stirred up again?â€
Of course he already knew Dean would keep up with this war, knowing his brother to well, and he had fired the first shot so now it was up to Sam to answer with an appropriate response. Of course there also was the fact that they were headed to The Roadhouse and he'd see Jo again, Jo who the last time he saw he had toured. This wasn't a meeting he looked forward to, expecting his welcome to be the barrel of a rifle in his face, but he didn't expect any less from her, honestly had the situation been reversed he might...no he wouldn't but still he deserved her rage.
As the Impala pulled into the parking lot he noted it was pretty empty. His eyes trailing over the bar as a soft smile grew on his lips. They had rebuilt it exactly as it was before. Out of all the places in the country, aside from the Impala, he felt that this old bar was home. Inside people who shared his same lifestyle, people who understood it when he talked about the different cases he had worked, other hunters to offer advice and get advice from. This was a home coming of sorts for the brothers, if Bobby was the closest thing they had to a father then Ellen was the closest thing they had to a mother. Of course seeing as the last time he parted ways with Jo it wasn't on such great terms Ellen could also be the one holding that rifle to him and he didn't know which woman doing it would be less scary.
The familiar creak of the Impala's door, followed by the slam of it, meat that Sam was on his feet as soon as Dean parked, part of him wanting to get this over with, part of him curious as well to see what Jo's reaction to his brother walking back into the bar would be. He had noticed that the young woman was somewhat taken with Dean from the first time they had seen each other and he knew that anyone who had gotten Dean to sing REO Speedwagon also had his attention. He stopped at the door, rubbing his hands together nervously, then moving away from it again, looking back to Dean.
“Yea, you should go in first.â€
Thinking that if perhaps Dean walked in that might stay both Jo and Ellen's guns enough that he could get a quick apology in and hopefully dig his way out of the situation Meg had put him in.
He took the cup from Dean, wiping his face with his other hand, not noticing that first the cup wasn't warm to the touch like coffee should be and second that the weight was wrong for liquid. Had he been more awake this would never have worked, he had been the butt of his brother's jokes enough that he learned over the years that the smile, like the one Dean was trying to hide, meant to be wary. It must have been Dean's lucky day.
Pulling the top off the cup, he yawned, mouth open to breath in a gulp of air before bringing the cup to his lips and pouring what he thought was coffee into his mouth. He almost choked as a few of the pieces of paper went down his throat, the cough sending the confetti all over the front seat as he dropped the cup in surprise. Mouth full of multicolored paper and sneer of anger on his face, he turned to look at his brother, none to pleased with his wake up call.
“Very funny Dean.â€
Wiping his arm across his mouth to get rid of a few straggling papers, them sticking to his sleeve now instead. He reached into the backseat and picked up the water bottle there, taking a drink and swishing it around in his mouth before he leaned out the window of the Impala and spit, trying to get as much of the confetti out of his mouth. He reached over and snapped up Dean's coffee, taking a drink of it to wash the taste of paper from his mouth, unaware that across his cheeks there were still pieces of confetti stuck to his skin, pieces that his sleeve hadn't picked up.
“You know when you start this crap it never ends well, don't we have enough to worry about today without pranks being stirred up again?â€
Of course he already knew Dean would keep up with this war, knowing his brother to well, and he had fired the first shot so now it was up to Sam to answer with an appropriate response. Of course there also was the fact that they were headed to The Roadhouse and he'd see Jo again, Jo who the last time he saw he had toured. This wasn't a meeting he looked forward to, expecting his welcome to be the barrel of a rifle in his face, but he didn't expect any less from her, honestly had the situation been reversed he might...no he wouldn't but still he deserved her rage.
As the Impala pulled into the parking lot he noted it was pretty empty. His eyes trailing over the bar as a soft smile grew on his lips. They had rebuilt it exactly as it was before. Out of all the places in the country, aside from the Impala, he felt that this old bar was home. Inside people who shared his same lifestyle, people who understood it when he talked about the different cases he had worked, other hunters to offer advice and get advice from. This was a home coming of sorts for the brothers, if Bobby was the closest thing they had to a father then Ellen was the closest thing they had to a mother. Of course seeing as the last time he parted ways with Jo it wasn't on such great terms Ellen could also be the one holding that rifle to him and he didn't know which woman doing it would be less scary.
The familiar creak of the Impala's door, followed by the slam of it, meat that Sam was on his feet as soon as Dean parked, part of him wanting to get this over with, part of him curious as well to see what Jo's reaction to his brother walking back into the bar would be. He had noticed that the young woman was somewhat taken with Dean from the first time they had seen each other and he knew that anyone who had gotten Dean to sing REO Speedwagon also had his attention. He stopped at the door, rubbing his hands together nervously, then moving away from it again, looking back to Dean.
“Yea, you should go in first.â€
Thinking that if perhaps Dean walked in that might stay both Jo and Ellen's guns enough that he could get a quick apology in and hopefully dig his way out of the situation Meg had put him in.
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
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