Post by gloomie on Nov 15, 2010 16:40:29 GMT -8
Original Character Application
Name: Trisha Wit
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Place of Residence: Deer Yard Hotel Room 207
Type of Car: A red 2003 Ford Mustang. It’s a rental and a convertible. License plate: MONK33
Occupation/Skills: She’s a small FBI Special Agent who works in the Criminal Investigative Division. She usually works on cases involving the sexual exploitation of minors but this is a special case.
When Trisha was in high school she was on the Gymnastics team. She can climb just about anything and hang on to it. Thanks to this she received the nickname “The Monkey” from her co-workers (much to her dismay). She’s a good shot as well.
Trisha is also a good cook and loves to can and pickle her own food. When she travels within the country her suitcase is full of jars for her to eat alone or share.
Appearance: Trisha is a small woman. She’s about four foot eleven without shoes and socks. Her hair is a dirty blond that is kept at medium length (just a bit down from her shoulders) and is usually in a high pony-tail. Her bangs tend to cover her ears most of the time unless she uses hair clips to hold said bangs back. Her eyes are bright hazel. Her face is also a little round. She has a light skin tone even though she spends a lot of time in the sun. Besides being small she has a slim body. She works out a lot to keep up her strength. Most of her weight comes from muscle. She doesn’t weight much and isn’t all that heavy.
She usually wears casual clothes since she’s out in the field more than behind a desk. Skirts and heels are hard to run in. If she’s in the mood and doing office work she might where something professional.
Due to her height she is often mistaken for a teenager (sometimes a middle school kid if she’s in the right clothing). Being that she’s almost flat in the chest department this only helps that image. She also has a large scar on her abdomen that is hidden by her clothes.
Personality: The woman is loud and headstrong. Her mind is out in the open for all to hear, unless it’s details about a case. She has a thing about authority (which is why she butts heads with her boss sometimes) and doesn’t like to be told what to do unless it is necessary.
She has a hot temper that’s easy to set off but can be cooled down just as easily. She doesn’t quite realize she’s a small person. It’s because of this she doesn’t like being reminded that she’s short and will snap at it. But she does see the advantages that come with her small stature.
One thing she hates is being picked up. It catches her off guard and kind of cuts her line of thinking off. When she’s set back down she will often glare at the offender.
But underneath her loud exterior Trisha has a soft spot for children. She likes playing with them and making sure their safe and sound. Because of this she has an odd taste for any kind of cartoon and family movie. Video games as well. Trisha’s suitcase is not complete without her old Gameboy Color and her new Nintendo DS with games included. Her favorite type of food is Mexican.
She may seem like a social butterfly but she’s really not. Trisha has had social issues since she was a kid. Trisha sometimes doesn’t know when to shut up when angry. She hates seeing kids get hurt in anyway. She also dislikes rich food such as overpriced chocolate (just give her a Hersey bar and she’s a happy camper).
Sharks cause the most fear for her Even though her father studies them she still fears them. She hates being tricked. On another note she has been compared to a dog all her life. She doesn’t really know why but she goes along with it.
When she is on a case she is focused and determined. She’s been known to forget about sleep and food if she’s stuck. When a perpetrator runs she chases after them like there is no tomorrow (it is very rare they get away from her). She may not act like it at first but she does respect older agents and will often go to them for advice. Most don’t know it but she likes working with others, she just doesn’t like admitting it.
Though the young agent always had a firm belief and interests in the supernatural, Trisha has an odd fear of ghost. Just mentioning the word might not send her shaking, but if there is a story or if a movie about ghost is showing she shakes visibly. She also has a fear of clowns but that’s devolved more into a hate then a fear.
She also hates small rural towns…
History:
Trisha’s family and history is somewhat complicated. Her family is small only consisting of her Father, who works as a Marine Biologist that specializes in sharks (he’s that guy you see on TV touching the shark’s nose when it comes up to the boat to eat the dead fish…) and her younger brother who just started working as an intern at a children’s hospital. Her mother and father had a bitter divorce when Trisha was only ten. Because of this Trisha doesn’t believe much in marriage and is not surprised to hear about marriages failing.
Trisha was originally born in a small town in the state of New York. When her mom left, things got complicated for Trisha. She started to act out in school, and got into many fights. She only had one friend who was also a social outcast of sorts. While at home Trisha learned to cook and clean as a way to replace her mother. With only her brother and her best friend to keep her company Trisha was happy.
When she entered high school things changed. A month after entering her friend Trisha found naked and dead inside her home. She’d been drowned in the her own bathtub. Trisha went right to the police. She knew who exactly killed her friend, and there had even been evidence against him, but the criminal was never sent to jail.
After that incident her father moved the family to the big city of New York. From there Trisha got into gymnastics and started to focus on school. After college she went into law enforcement and eventually joined the FBI at the age of 24.
Even if it has been a year since she joined, Trisha’s been making a name for herself.
RP Sample:
“Small towns know how to keep secrets Goldie. Small towns know how to keep secrets…”
That phrase had stuck with FBI Special Agent Trisha Wit for eleven years. Well, it was more along the lines of haunting her rather than stuck, but Trisha hated that word. Stuck didn’t cause multiple chills to creep down her spine. Either way it was a phrase that she knew was true as the sky was blue.
“Heh, I made a rhyme…” a smile cracked her lip.
The small FBI agent sat behind the wheel of her rented car that was driving down a lonely road. Where she was heading was a small town by the name of Greenvale. She could see why it was called that as she drove. She hadn’t seen this many trees since her family took a trip to Michigan many years ago. The scenery she often saw while driving was the bright lights of New York city, and she loved them.
Small towns were high on her list of hates. They may be beautiful but underneath the calm scenery and kind town folk there is always some kind of dirty secret. These towns may try to hide it from newcomers and tourist but the dirt is still there. It would always be there. She had personal experience with that. So in her mind her hate was justified.
Her cell phone started to ring. She reached down to the cup holder and picked it up.
She flipped it open. “Hello, Trisha Wit speaking…oh hey boss. Yeah I’m a few miles out from the town. I should be there in an hour or two.”
Trisha let her mind flow as she listened to her boss drabble on and on, not paying attention. It wondered back to the night she’d first found out about the Red Seeds. At the time she’d been working on her first case where she was in total control. It was a bust of a prostitution ring that was using under aged kids. She’d been able to get the kids away from the ring master but the coward ran off. She chased after him like an attack dog.
He’d run into an apartment building, heading for the roof. Well Trisha took a shortcut...by scaling the building’s fire escape. She caught him midway, shot him in the leg, and cuffed him. Great ending to her case right? Wrong. It was just the start. After getting the kids to the hospital their stomachs were pumped. Each one said that the man had forced fed them some kind of drug. Inside of each child’s stomach had been…Red Seeds?
Trisha curiosity was poked. She asked her boss and he told her about the Red Seeds and why the case was taken from her. He told her of the Red Seed Killings. By the end of his explanation Trisha was hooked. She HAD to be on this case. Her gut was telling her to jump on this thing and not to let it go! And she always trusted her gut instinct. So after hours of discussion with her boss (more like hours of begging) he finally agreed to find a way to get her on the case. It took a few phone calls, and a crap load of favors from other agents but she was on.
Then the murder of Anna Graham popped up. It was such a tragic and horrible murder in Trisha’s opinion. Anna may have been eighteen but to Trisha that was a kid. And thanks to this new murder she was flown out to the other half of the country. Trisha had been to many places in her life but she had never made it out to Washington. Then again there was a first time for everything.
She would probably do grunt work, something she was use to due to her young age. Then again maybe she’d get lucky and this York guy wouldn’t look down on her. She didn’t have high hopes for Special Agent Francis York Morgan but there was a little glimmer of hope. But given the fact she was a last minute add on she wouldn’t be surprised if he wouldn’t want her around. She would have been more than upset if some new upstart decided they wanted in on the action of this case. Then there was the fact that he might not even know about her until they meet…of course that was a low possibility. Her boss knew how to find and contact people, even when she didn’t.
She was brought out of her lame flashback and thoughts by her boss yelling at her. She held the phone away from her ear and closed an eye in pain. She brought the phone back to her slightly ringing ear.
“What’d you say boss? I was listening somewhat,” she groaned. “Just tell me what you said already!!”
She went silent. “What? No I haven’t changed into my professional clothes…I’ll do it when I get to the hotel! You want me to do it now!? I can’t do it now!! I’m on the road ...Fine, I’ll pull over before I make it into town and change then. Bye.”
She shut the phone and tossed it across the other seat. She grumbled to herself glaring down the road at a stupid squirrel that decided it was smart to cross the road at the moment. It turned around at the last second missing the woman’s car’s large wheel. Trisha didn’t like seeing squirrels get squished being that they were stupid cute, but at that moment she didn’t care.
Before she made it to the small town she already harbored hate for, Trisha pulled the car over to the side. It was shut off afterwards. She crawled into the back of her car and opened her suitcase. After a couple of minutes of groaning and going through two pairs of nylons Trisha had successfully changed from her usual outfit into a professional dress suite for a woman (she was amazed she found one in her size). Black was the only color she liked for these suites.
Being a young agent always worked against her. She was still technically a rookie of sorts that most would look down on. Thus the reason for getting the dress suit so she’d make a good first impression.
“Me? Make a good impression? That’s a laugh,” she mumbled to herself bitterly.
She tossed her heals up front and crawled back up to the driver seat. She let her hair down from its normal pony-tail and brushed it out quickly. She put a bit of it back into a hair clip, leaving most of her dirty blond hair down. She leaned over to her back pack, unzipped it, and took out her tiny make-up bag.
Make-up was a rarity for the agent. She often went into work without it. But this was different. Good impressions needed to be made and if a little make-up would make that happen, well she would do it. A little of this…a little of that…there…she looked older now. Trisha tossed the make-up bag back into the back pack before zipping it up.
She started the car and pulled out back onto the mountain road. She drove into town without shoes on.
Part of her was excited and thrilled for this case. But another part was telling her to go back. That something was wrong. She told that part of her brain to shut up. This was her job and nothing would stop her from finding Anna Graham’s murderer.
Additional Notes:
Trisha use to be a coffee-holic. Because of this her family often says that she’s short because she drank too much as a kid. She’s even shorter than her younger brother whose six foot something and hates coffee.
She is also a secret fan girl of Doctor Who. Only her family and her boss know of her obsession for the old British TV show. She also quotes many of her favorite TV shows, movies, and video games.
Name: Trisha Wit
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Place of Residence: Deer Yard Hotel Room 207
Type of Car: A red 2003 Ford Mustang. It’s a rental and a convertible. License plate: MONK33
Occupation/Skills: She’s a small FBI Special Agent who works in the Criminal Investigative Division. She usually works on cases involving the sexual exploitation of minors but this is a special case.
When Trisha was in high school she was on the Gymnastics team. She can climb just about anything and hang on to it. Thanks to this she received the nickname “The Monkey” from her co-workers (much to her dismay). She’s a good shot as well.
Trisha is also a good cook and loves to can and pickle her own food. When she travels within the country her suitcase is full of jars for her to eat alone or share.
Appearance: Trisha is a small woman. She’s about four foot eleven without shoes and socks. Her hair is a dirty blond that is kept at medium length (just a bit down from her shoulders) and is usually in a high pony-tail. Her bangs tend to cover her ears most of the time unless she uses hair clips to hold said bangs back. Her eyes are bright hazel. Her face is also a little round. She has a light skin tone even though she spends a lot of time in the sun. Besides being small she has a slim body. She works out a lot to keep up her strength. Most of her weight comes from muscle. She doesn’t weight much and isn’t all that heavy.
She usually wears casual clothes since she’s out in the field more than behind a desk. Skirts and heels are hard to run in. If she’s in the mood and doing office work she might where something professional.
Due to her height she is often mistaken for a teenager (sometimes a middle school kid if she’s in the right clothing). Being that she’s almost flat in the chest department this only helps that image. She also has a large scar on her abdomen that is hidden by her clothes.
Personality: The woman is loud and headstrong. Her mind is out in the open for all to hear, unless it’s details about a case. She has a thing about authority (which is why she butts heads with her boss sometimes) and doesn’t like to be told what to do unless it is necessary.
She has a hot temper that’s easy to set off but can be cooled down just as easily. She doesn’t quite realize she’s a small person. It’s because of this she doesn’t like being reminded that she’s short and will snap at it. But she does see the advantages that come with her small stature.
One thing she hates is being picked up. It catches her off guard and kind of cuts her line of thinking off. When she’s set back down she will often glare at the offender.
But underneath her loud exterior Trisha has a soft spot for children. She likes playing with them and making sure their safe and sound. Because of this she has an odd taste for any kind of cartoon and family movie. Video games as well. Trisha’s suitcase is not complete without her old Gameboy Color and her new Nintendo DS with games included. Her favorite type of food is Mexican.
She may seem like a social butterfly but she’s really not. Trisha has had social issues since she was a kid. Trisha sometimes doesn’t know when to shut up when angry. She hates seeing kids get hurt in anyway. She also dislikes rich food such as overpriced chocolate (just give her a Hersey bar and she’s a happy camper).
Sharks cause the most fear for her Even though her father studies them she still fears them. She hates being tricked. On another note she has been compared to a dog all her life. She doesn’t really know why but she goes along with it.
When she is on a case she is focused and determined. She’s been known to forget about sleep and food if she’s stuck. When a perpetrator runs she chases after them like there is no tomorrow (it is very rare they get away from her). She may not act like it at first but she does respect older agents and will often go to them for advice. Most don’t know it but she likes working with others, she just doesn’t like admitting it.
Though the young agent always had a firm belief and interests in the supernatural, Trisha has an odd fear of ghost. Just mentioning the word might not send her shaking, but if there is a story or if a movie about ghost is showing she shakes visibly. She also has a fear of clowns but that’s devolved more into a hate then a fear.
She also hates small rural towns…
History:
Trisha’s family and history is somewhat complicated. Her family is small only consisting of her Father, who works as a Marine Biologist that specializes in sharks (he’s that guy you see on TV touching the shark’s nose when it comes up to the boat to eat the dead fish…) and her younger brother who just started working as an intern at a children’s hospital. Her mother and father had a bitter divorce when Trisha was only ten. Because of this Trisha doesn’t believe much in marriage and is not surprised to hear about marriages failing.
Trisha was originally born in a small town in the state of New York. When her mom left, things got complicated for Trisha. She started to act out in school, and got into many fights. She only had one friend who was also a social outcast of sorts. While at home Trisha learned to cook and clean as a way to replace her mother. With only her brother and her best friend to keep her company Trisha was happy.
When she entered high school things changed. A month after entering her friend Trisha found naked and dead inside her home. She’d been drowned in the her own bathtub. Trisha went right to the police. She knew who exactly killed her friend, and there had even been evidence against him, but the criminal was never sent to jail.
After that incident her father moved the family to the big city of New York. From there Trisha got into gymnastics and started to focus on school. After college she went into law enforcement and eventually joined the FBI at the age of 24.
Even if it has been a year since she joined, Trisha’s been making a name for herself.
RP Sample:
“Small towns know how to keep secrets Goldie. Small towns know how to keep secrets…”
That phrase had stuck with FBI Special Agent Trisha Wit for eleven years. Well, it was more along the lines of haunting her rather than stuck, but Trisha hated that word. Stuck didn’t cause multiple chills to creep down her spine. Either way it was a phrase that she knew was true as the sky was blue.
“Heh, I made a rhyme…” a smile cracked her lip.
The small FBI agent sat behind the wheel of her rented car that was driving down a lonely road. Where she was heading was a small town by the name of Greenvale. She could see why it was called that as she drove. She hadn’t seen this many trees since her family took a trip to Michigan many years ago. The scenery she often saw while driving was the bright lights of New York city, and she loved them.
Small towns were high on her list of hates. They may be beautiful but underneath the calm scenery and kind town folk there is always some kind of dirty secret. These towns may try to hide it from newcomers and tourist but the dirt is still there. It would always be there. She had personal experience with that. So in her mind her hate was justified.
Her cell phone started to ring. She reached down to the cup holder and picked it up.
She flipped it open. “Hello, Trisha Wit speaking…oh hey boss. Yeah I’m a few miles out from the town. I should be there in an hour or two.”
Trisha let her mind flow as she listened to her boss drabble on and on, not paying attention. It wondered back to the night she’d first found out about the Red Seeds. At the time she’d been working on her first case where she was in total control. It was a bust of a prostitution ring that was using under aged kids. She’d been able to get the kids away from the ring master but the coward ran off. She chased after him like an attack dog.
He’d run into an apartment building, heading for the roof. Well Trisha took a shortcut...by scaling the building’s fire escape. She caught him midway, shot him in the leg, and cuffed him. Great ending to her case right? Wrong. It was just the start. After getting the kids to the hospital their stomachs were pumped. Each one said that the man had forced fed them some kind of drug. Inside of each child’s stomach had been…Red Seeds?
Trisha curiosity was poked. She asked her boss and he told her about the Red Seeds and why the case was taken from her. He told her of the Red Seed Killings. By the end of his explanation Trisha was hooked. She HAD to be on this case. Her gut was telling her to jump on this thing and not to let it go! And she always trusted her gut instinct. So after hours of discussion with her boss (more like hours of begging) he finally agreed to find a way to get her on the case. It took a few phone calls, and a crap load of favors from other agents but she was on.
Then the murder of Anna Graham popped up. It was such a tragic and horrible murder in Trisha’s opinion. Anna may have been eighteen but to Trisha that was a kid. And thanks to this new murder she was flown out to the other half of the country. Trisha had been to many places in her life but she had never made it out to Washington. Then again there was a first time for everything.
She would probably do grunt work, something she was use to due to her young age. Then again maybe she’d get lucky and this York guy wouldn’t look down on her. She didn’t have high hopes for Special Agent Francis York Morgan but there was a little glimmer of hope. But given the fact she was a last minute add on she wouldn’t be surprised if he wouldn’t want her around. She would have been more than upset if some new upstart decided they wanted in on the action of this case. Then there was the fact that he might not even know about her until they meet…of course that was a low possibility. Her boss knew how to find and contact people, even when she didn’t.
She was brought out of her lame flashback and thoughts by her boss yelling at her. She held the phone away from her ear and closed an eye in pain. She brought the phone back to her slightly ringing ear.
“What’d you say boss? I was listening somewhat,” she groaned. “Just tell me what you said already!!”
She went silent. “What? No I haven’t changed into my professional clothes…I’ll do it when I get to the hotel! You want me to do it now!? I can’t do it now!! I’m on the road ...Fine, I’ll pull over before I make it into town and change then. Bye.”
She shut the phone and tossed it across the other seat. She grumbled to herself glaring down the road at a stupid squirrel that decided it was smart to cross the road at the moment. It turned around at the last second missing the woman’s car’s large wheel. Trisha didn’t like seeing squirrels get squished being that they were stupid cute, but at that moment she didn’t care.
Before she made it to the small town she already harbored hate for, Trisha pulled the car over to the side. It was shut off afterwards. She crawled into the back of her car and opened her suitcase. After a couple of minutes of groaning and going through two pairs of nylons Trisha had successfully changed from her usual outfit into a professional dress suite for a woman (she was amazed she found one in her size). Black was the only color she liked for these suites.
Being a young agent always worked against her. She was still technically a rookie of sorts that most would look down on. Thus the reason for getting the dress suit so she’d make a good first impression.
“Me? Make a good impression? That’s a laugh,” she mumbled to herself bitterly.
She tossed her heals up front and crawled back up to the driver seat. She let her hair down from its normal pony-tail and brushed it out quickly. She put a bit of it back into a hair clip, leaving most of her dirty blond hair down. She leaned over to her back pack, unzipped it, and took out her tiny make-up bag.
Make-up was a rarity for the agent. She often went into work without it. But this was different. Good impressions needed to be made and if a little make-up would make that happen, well she would do it. A little of this…a little of that…there…she looked older now. Trisha tossed the make-up bag back into the back pack before zipping it up.
She started the car and pulled out back onto the mountain road. She drove into town without shoes on.
Part of her was excited and thrilled for this case. But another part was telling her to go back. That something was wrong. She told that part of her brain to shut up. This was her job and nothing would stop her from finding Anna Graham’s murderer.
Additional Notes:
Trisha use to be a coffee-holic. Because of this her family often says that she’s short because she drank too much as a kid. She’s even shorter than her younger brother whose six foot something and hates coffee.
She is also a secret fan girl of Doctor Who. Only her family and her boss know of her obsession for the old British TV show. She also quotes many of her favorite TV shows, movies, and video games.
