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not_cocked) wrote2014-01-03 11:41 pm
not_cocked) wrote2014-01-03 11:41 pm
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OUT of CHARACTER
Name: Te
Other characters: Effie and Eddie.
IN CHARACTER
Name: De Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural (Genderbent)
Canon point/AU: Right before the series starts.
Journal:cherrypie/notcocked
PB: Bryce Dallas Howard
History: http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/index.php?title=Dean
Presentation:
On the outside De is a kick ass name taker, hardcore, doesn’t take shit from anyone, and probably slipped your cute son tongue while you weren’t looking (or, cute daughter, if that’s the option). She was raised by a man who didn’t barely know what to do with kids period, none the less a set of girls. Who it never occurred to that raising them on the road, in sleazy hotels, and roadhouses, might not be the most solid upbringing. Instead he fell back on what he knew, which happened to be military training. And De caught on pretty damn quick. Up when he said up, jump when he said jump, and no you won’t be getting any damn jelly shoes, they’re impractical, put on your damn hiking boots. She couldn’t weave a friendship bracelet, but she could clean a shotgun faster then any of her classmates. She had this warrior mentality bred into her, completely with a hatred of what her father, and as she got old enough, herself and Sammy fought. Where her father didn’t know how to deal with girls, he simple ignored and treated them as if they were boys.
Which, of course, didn’t work too well. But that was her life, and that was what she knew.
She has curves, and muscles, and some weeks after too much pie, a bit of a tummy, although it’s never long lived. Her body type puts on weight fast, but she also has a life style that doesn’t leave many spare calories laying around. But she knows where the strengths in her body are, whether to beat the crap out of people, or other fun uses.
She has pretty enough features, big round green eyes, full lips, and a dusting of freckles. But there’s something a little too blunt about her face, that might possibly have to do with her multiple broken noses and occasional impromptu facial rearrangements. Her hair is cut in a short pixie, accentuating both good and bad features.
Motivations:
If she’d just had to navigate her life for herself, all this probably would have been much easier. But she also had her baby sister Sammy, whom she was fiercely protective of. If she had been asked if anything was wrong with how she was raised, she’d tell you no, and possibly pop you one for the insult. She didn’t see anything wrong about it, it was just…. unconventional. And at the same time, she wanted very much for Sammy to not have to deal with any of it, to protect her from it. She tried to make some semblance of a home life, that ended up a lot of TV dinner served on plates instead of in the cardboard. Where De flirted with pretty much everything on legs, Sammy got an earful for smiling at the clerk. Where De flunked out of most all classes, Sammy was expected to have good grades. So on and so forth. And where De fell into line with what their father said, believed that being raised this way was what had to happen, Sammy rebelled and fought, and reached for that better life. De was always left feeling torn between think Sammy was stupid for what she reached for, and hurt that she couldn’t give her enough. The former was always said loudly, the latter was never said at all.
When Sammy left, De was devastated. She through herself into hunting, into being more everything…intense, disdainful of that life, indestructible. She found her own jobs, working apart from her father more and more. She tried to find herself, not as a daughter, or as a psuedo-mother. Rock music, and open road, and pie, and smart ass comebacks were all there, but even now, De’s not sure who she really is, outside of the roles set up for her. She has this whole bundle of insecurities she’s just twisted up and ignored. This lack of self, this want to have a normal life and a family which she’s now not only ignored but actively reviled to just about anyone who’d listen, an overwhelming lack of intimacy, and an abandonment complex that could fill a warehouse.
Now an adult, she has all this swagger, but is really just a hurt, angry person trying to find where she belongs. It’s simple and complicated at the same time.
She believes all the clichés and stereotypes life set in for her, woman are softer, and gentler, except when they're being cock teases, men are rough, and horny and only want one thing. She’s never stayed around anyone long enough to be shown any differently, guided by her own tunnel vision.
And of course none of those stereotypes apply to her, she is neither soft, nor a cock tease, even if she’s doing the exact same things. She likes sex, and likes having someone’s full attention for that period of time, and says she likes that she is the one to leave in the morning, but has always made sure she’s never been on the other end of that stick to find out what she’d do it they left first. Or if they stayed.
Setting:
She is not gonna be happy. Kicking ass is not an issue, kicking gray moral ass is more of one. De's whole world is set up that monsters are bad and humans are generally good. Ending up in a place where there are monsters who are good, and humans way worse than any monster? Yeah, that's gonna trip up her moral code.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
For Tributes: You have just been killed in your first arena. It was violent, messy, and unexpected. And just as suddenly you wake back up in a very cold, very medical room. After a few moments of silence, a voice comes up over the speakers.
"Please use the device to the right to record your current feeling on your loss. Once you are finished, someone will be along to take you back to the Capitol." On cue, a small recording device starts to chirp at your side.
It is quite clear that you will be staying in the room until you make that recording.
[Muttering.]
Are you fucking kidding me...
[There is a grunt, and some movement. De is checking out the room, you know, just in case they were lying about this. Alas, they don't seem to be, and finally she returns, and picks up the recording device.]
So, my "loss" huh? That the new PC term for it? I'm here. I'm alive, which is...really fucking weird. Thanks to y'all.
[She lets out a bitter little grunt of laughter.]
I'll send a fruit basket. Can I go now? I'm not real great at homework assignments.
Prose: “What is this, fucking Running Man?”
Was this hell? It sure wasn’t what she was expecting for hell, but that didn’t mean much. Fight to the death for these people’s entertainment could, she supposed, could be a pretty legitimate interpretation of hell.
When she got no real response, she looked around the room. Weapons, supplies, and a multitude of dummies with targets on their bodies. No guns, but De could manage without a gun. Dad had trained her in plenty of these things.
Picking up a crossbow, she leveled it at one of the targets, hitting it square in the gut. Not the best shot, but if it had been a real person, they wouldn’t make it to morning. Glancing up, she saw a few of the fat white guys up there make some notes, nod to each other, and generally look pleased that she could shoot.
“So do I pass go?” She yelled up, hands on her hips. “Collect $200? No?”
There was a click from the side of the room she was sitting at, and she turned to see someone summoning her off stage. She shook her head, hurrying out.
“How to make a girl feel cheap in 3 easy steps….”
What is your character scored: 8-9
She is physically fit, knows how to use her body in attacks, and use to hand to hand combat. She is a bit smaller, but trades it in for agility, speed, and the ability to hide well. She also is use to things being fucked up, and black and white, not thinking about morals too hard with an deeply set us vs. them mentality already in place (though very non-human oriented.)
Additional information:
Not specifically mentioned, but De has been here before, however I am taking her from an earlier canon point. So she doesn't remember, but other people can.
Name: Te
Other characters: Effie and Eddie.
IN CHARACTER
Name: De Winchester
Fandom: Supernatural (Genderbent)
Canon point/AU: Right before the series starts.
Journal:
cherrypie/notcockedPB: Bryce Dallas Howard
History: http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/index.php?title=Dean
Presentation:
On the outside De is a kick ass name taker, hardcore, doesn’t take shit from anyone, and probably slipped your cute son tongue while you weren’t looking (or, cute daughter, if that’s the option). She was raised by a man who didn’t barely know what to do with kids period, none the less a set of girls. Who it never occurred to that raising them on the road, in sleazy hotels, and roadhouses, might not be the most solid upbringing. Instead he fell back on what he knew, which happened to be military training. And De caught on pretty damn quick. Up when he said up, jump when he said jump, and no you won’t be getting any damn jelly shoes, they’re impractical, put on your damn hiking boots. She couldn’t weave a friendship bracelet, but she could clean a shotgun faster then any of her classmates. She had this warrior mentality bred into her, completely with a hatred of what her father, and as she got old enough, herself and Sammy fought. Where her father didn’t know how to deal with girls, he simple ignored and treated them as if they were boys.
Which, of course, didn’t work too well. But that was her life, and that was what she knew.
She has curves, and muscles, and some weeks after too much pie, a bit of a tummy, although it’s never long lived. Her body type puts on weight fast, but she also has a life style that doesn’t leave many spare calories laying around. But she knows where the strengths in her body are, whether to beat the crap out of people, or other fun uses.
She has pretty enough features, big round green eyes, full lips, and a dusting of freckles. But there’s something a little too blunt about her face, that might possibly have to do with her multiple broken noses and occasional impromptu facial rearrangements. Her hair is cut in a short pixie, accentuating both good and bad features.
Motivations:
If she’d just had to navigate her life for herself, all this probably would have been much easier. But she also had her baby sister Sammy, whom she was fiercely protective of. If she had been asked if anything was wrong with how she was raised, she’d tell you no, and possibly pop you one for the insult. She didn’t see anything wrong about it, it was just…. unconventional. And at the same time, she wanted very much for Sammy to not have to deal with any of it, to protect her from it. She tried to make some semblance of a home life, that ended up a lot of TV dinner served on plates instead of in the cardboard. Where De flirted with pretty much everything on legs, Sammy got an earful for smiling at the clerk. Where De flunked out of most all classes, Sammy was expected to have good grades. So on and so forth. And where De fell into line with what their father said, believed that being raised this way was what had to happen, Sammy rebelled and fought, and reached for that better life. De was always left feeling torn between think Sammy was stupid for what she reached for, and hurt that she couldn’t give her enough. The former was always said loudly, the latter was never said at all.
When Sammy left, De was devastated. She through herself into hunting, into being more everything…intense, disdainful of that life, indestructible. She found her own jobs, working apart from her father more and more. She tried to find herself, not as a daughter, or as a psuedo-mother. Rock music, and open road, and pie, and smart ass comebacks were all there, but even now, De’s not sure who she really is, outside of the roles set up for her. She has this whole bundle of insecurities she’s just twisted up and ignored. This lack of self, this want to have a normal life and a family which she’s now not only ignored but actively reviled to just about anyone who’d listen, an overwhelming lack of intimacy, and an abandonment complex that could fill a warehouse.
Now an adult, she has all this swagger, but is really just a hurt, angry person trying to find where she belongs. It’s simple and complicated at the same time.
She believes all the clichés and stereotypes life set in for her, woman are softer, and gentler, except when they're being cock teases, men are rough, and horny and only want one thing. She’s never stayed around anyone long enough to be shown any differently, guided by her own tunnel vision.
And of course none of those stereotypes apply to her, she is neither soft, nor a cock tease, even if she’s doing the exact same things. She likes sex, and likes having someone’s full attention for that period of time, and says she likes that she is the one to leave in the morning, but has always made sure she’s never been on the other end of that stick to find out what she’d do it they left first. Or if they stayed.
Setting:
She is not gonna be happy. Kicking ass is not an issue, kicking gray moral ass is more of one. De's whole world is set up that monsters are bad and humans are generally good. Ending up in a place where there are monsters who are good, and humans way worse than any monster? Yeah, that's gonna trip up her moral code.
SAMPLES
First Person Thread:
For Tributes: You have just been killed in your first arena. It was violent, messy, and unexpected. And just as suddenly you wake back up in a very cold, very medical room. After a few moments of silence, a voice comes up over the speakers.
"Please use the device to the right to record your current feeling on your loss. Once you are finished, someone will be along to take you back to the Capitol." On cue, a small recording device starts to chirp at your side.
It is quite clear that you will be staying in the room until you make that recording.
[Muttering.]
Are you fucking kidding me...
[There is a grunt, and some movement. De is checking out the room, you know, just in case they were lying about this. Alas, they don't seem to be, and finally she returns, and picks up the recording device.]
So, my "loss" huh? That the new PC term for it? I'm here. I'm alive, which is...really fucking weird. Thanks to y'all.
[She lets out a bitter little grunt of laughter.]
I'll send a fruit basket. Can I go now? I'm not real great at homework assignments.
Prose: “What is this, fucking Running Man?”
Was this hell? It sure wasn’t what she was expecting for hell, but that didn’t mean much. Fight to the death for these people’s entertainment could, she supposed, could be a pretty legitimate interpretation of hell.
When she got no real response, she looked around the room. Weapons, supplies, and a multitude of dummies with targets on their bodies. No guns, but De could manage without a gun. Dad had trained her in plenty of these things.
Picking up a crossbow, she leveled it at one of the targets, hitting it square in the gut. Not the best shot, but if it had been a real person, they wouldn’t make it to morning. Glancing up, she saw a few of the fat white guys up there make some notes, nod to each other, and generally look pleased that she could shoot.
“So do I pass go?” She yelled up, hands on her hips. “Collect $200? No?”
There was a click from the side of the room she was sitting at, and she turned to see someone summoning her off stage. She shook her head, hurrying out.
“How to make a girl feel cheap in 3 easy steps….”
What is your character scored: 8-9
She is physically fit, knows how to use her body in attacks, and use to hand to hand combat. She is a bit smaller, but trades it in for agility, speed, and the ability to hide well. She also is use to things being fucked up, and black and white, not thinking about morals too hard with an deeply set us vs. them mentality already in place (though very non-human oriented.)
Additional information:
Not specifically mentioned, but De has been here before, however I am taking her from an earlier canon point. So she doesn't remember, but other people can.