Post by Tamika Weir on Nov 9, 2010 20:17:16 GMT -8
((Finally done! *lets out big sigh* Please tell if any of you guys see anything wrong or something that I missed in my haste. 
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Name: Tamika Weir
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Current Residence: Room #57 at The Great Dear Yard Hotel
Vehicle: Black 1994 Toyota Celica [sample picture]
License plate: LUV MUSC
Occupation/Skills:
Currently unemployed. Tamika used to work the midnight shift as a radio DJ at 103.9 KYWL in Spokane until she was laid off about a few days ago. Before that she worked random odd jobs in many different places. As for other skills, she is good at stealing, though she never will try to steal anything anymore. She can run pretty fast, though she is no track star. Tamika is quite good at hiding. She's also quite good at cleaning and knows her way around a kitchen. She has an excellent singing voice, but never sings in front of other people. Combat-wise she has no official training. But due to several fights she got into in her past, she knows how to survive a fight.
Appearance (Profile pic was the closest I could get to a picture):
Tamika is Caucasian with a moderate tan. She has choppy dyed dark red hair (original color is mud blond) and light grey eyes. Her body is muscular for a woman, though she is quite short, currently standing at five foot nothing. Her attire normally consists of her black and red jacket over a tank top (normally black) with a pair of well worn jeans and her black thigh high boots.
Her face is rather boxy. She has slightly large eyes with larger than normal irises. Her eyebrows are thin, lightly curved, and light blond in color. Her nose is small and pointed and she has small round lips. Tamika has a narrow pointed chin.
Her hair is very roughly cut. Some parts are about chin length while others just cover the tops of her ears (due to a very much failed attempt of layering her hair with a pair of scissors and a hand mirror). She keeps her bangs off to the side and out of her face.
Unlike most women, Tamika uses no makeup, and considers it a waste of time and money. She also has no jewelry. The only remarkable features she has are the many scars on her arms and back and a tattoo on her upper back . The tattoo is of a dark blue eagle with its wings spread.
Personality:
On the outside, Tamika seems like a squirrel on a sugar high. She is always smiling and being friendly to everyone. Many see her as either warm and friendly or hyper and annoying. Yet on the inside she has a sadness from the emotional scars of her past. Tamika is also very paranoid, always believing her past will catch up to her one day. She is a bit analytical, constantly sizing up the people she meets to see whether they will be useful to her or not. Her mask of perkiness fools most, but some may be able to see behind it. Tamika also has an almost obsessive love of music and feels uncomfortable when she doesn't have her mp3 player or at least a radio with her. Due to her past she has an aversion to law enforcement and never trusts anyone in a uniform.
History:
Tamika was born Elizabeth Grace Sheppard on July 5, 1984 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania . Her family consisted her mother, Anne Sheppard, who was a moderately well off lawyer, her father Scott Sheppard, a stay at home dad who did some writing in his spare time, and her bookwormish older brother Donnie. They weren't poor and were pretty much normal. That is, until that one clichéd day.
Due to her singing ability, her mother had been taking Elizabeth to singing lessons since she was 7. After one lesson when Elizabeth was 10, her mom had left her purse at the lesson. So they drove back and Elizabeth was left in the car. The entrance to the building was in an alley so the mother entered the alley. She went in the building just fine and came out with her purse. It wasn't till she was in the alley again that the mugger came out. The mugger jumped her and attacked her with a knife. When the mugger finished, Elizabeth's mother was left bleeding heavily in the alley..
Tamika would love to say right now that she immediately saw that her mother had been attacked. She would love to say that she found a phone and called the hospital. And that the doctor patched her up and told her and her family that her mom would be alright. But of course that's not what happened. Elizabeth hadn't even been paying attention to the alley. Bored, she had started watching cars drive by. To add to this, she had turned on the car radio so she could listen to music while she waited. While her mother bleed out, she listened to "Streets of Philadelphia".
Her father took that loss of her mother especially hard. He stopped writing and started drinking. He was always angry and wanted someone to blame for his wife's death. He knew the mugger was out of his reach so he settled for the next best thing. He would always yell at Elizabeth and treat her like dirt. She was more his slave than his daughter. Elizabeth did all the chores and was beaten whenever she tried to sing to lift her spirits. For the next 5 years, she coped. She did as she was told and kept her head down. Though it was hard sometimes, to the point where she attempted suicide once by slitting her wrists with shards from one of her dad's beer bottles. Luckily or unluckily, Donnie discovered what she had done and quickly patched her up. Music soon became her salvation for the tough parts of her life. Whenever she began to consider suicide, she would take a radio and sneak out of the house. After listening to a few songs, she normally felt alright enough to face life again. This practice stayed with her for the rest of her life. Then the effects of her father's drinking and lack of working came crashing down on them. They went broke and were evicted from their house. If it hadn't been for Donnie, they would have ended out on the streets. Donnie got a job and created a strict budget, leaving them with enough money to live in a cheap apartment. Things were looking up again as her older brother brought in cash. Then her dad came up with his own idea to save money. Not a single penny was to be spent on her. "She can eat in the dumpsters with the rest of the trash!" were her father's exact words on the matter. Her attempts to persuade him to change his mind only earned her a beating and a couple scars.
Elizabeth tried to get a job first, but few people wanted to hire her. She had no previous experience in pretty much everything and her dad was getting a reputation as a drunk. Whenever Elizabeth was lucky enough to find someone willing to hire her, her dad always sabotaged her work and beat her for trying to get a job. Whenever she complained or stated that his punishing her made no sense, he beat her even more. Left with no other choice, Elizabeth turned to stealing to get food and money. She was caught a few times and her dad beat severely every time she was caught. But she eventually became good enough at stealing that getting caught was not her largest concern. That became the street gangs that did not appreciate her stealing in their territory. For the most part, she was able to avoid them, though she did have to fight them off on occasion. Well, more like half fighting and half running for her life. These normally left her with more scars than her dad's beatings. He was usually smart enough to use just his fist, only using a beer bottle when either really drunk or really angry. The gangs, on the other hand, almost always had knives. Besides her occasional encounters with the law and street gangs and her dad, life wasn't too miserable. She even got a little frivolous one day and got an eagle tattoo on her back (her dad beat her for that of course). You can probably already guess what's going to happen next.
It was 7:53 p.m. on March 5, 2001. Elizabeth was on her way back home after stealing a bag of chips and a Coke from a food vendor. She was crossing an intersection when she saw a lump under a street light. Elizabeth went over to examine it and see if it was anything valuable. Once she got closer, she was terrified. It was a dead body of a man dressed in a suit, dead from several knife wounds to the chest. A switchblade lay next to him, covered in blood as well as an empty suitcase. She would later discover that he was a quite wealthy business owner, but at the time she was oblivious to this fact . Deciding that she would probably need any valuables on him more than he would, she checked him for a wallet. Unfortunately for her, the man's wallet had already been taken and he didn't have much of any real value on him. Elizabeth then grabbed the switchblade, thinking that maybe she could use it for something and was about to leave when she heard a scream. She turned around to see a rather shocked looking woman in her mid 30s - early 40s pulling out her cellphone to call the police. Elizabeth than ran. She knew that everyone would believe she killed the man. Her fingerprints were all over the body and she had a reputation as a thief and troublemaker. The police would be after her soon enough, not to mention that her dad would kill her (most likely literally) when he found out. She decided her only course of action would be to flee Philadelphia and hope to get away. She snuck back home, stuffed her few possessions in the trunk of her dad's black 1994 Toyota Celica, and drove off. She had no real plan, but just knew that she needed to run.
Whether by divine providence, luck, or some other force, Elizabeth manage to evade the police and make it to Chicago, Illinois. This is not to say it wasn't difficult. There were many close calls, to the point where the stress was starting to make her hair fall out. Yet even though she had lost the police, she was not out of the woods yet. She was in a big city with no plan, little money, a stolen car, and a name that might still be recognized as that of a thief and murderer. Elizabeth knew she could trust anyone legal to help her, so she decided to try and find a criminal. After doing some digging , a bit of bribing, and some threatening she finally got in contact with one of the minor crime bosses. Negotiation was difficult, but she finally got him to agree to help her change her identity in exchange for working for them for a year. The work was difficult and failure at anything was not an option. Most of the work was theft though sometimes they had her do other jobs. Some were bearable, others less so. When her year of servitude was finally over, they did hold up their end of the deal. Her new identity was Tamika Weir, an orphan whose parents had been murdered. With this, she thought that she and the mob would go their separate ways. Of course they had gotten used to her service and did not want to let her go. Once again she was forced to flee a city, though this time from the other side of the law.
Tamika spent a little over a year traveling and doing odd jobs where she could find them. Nowhere ever felt right. That and she had trouble keeping jobs. It wasn't that she was lazy or didn't do the work. It was just that whenever she got a job, she would be able to keep it for a few weeks, then something would go wrong and force her to move on. Sometimes it was lack of funds to keep her hired; other times the business wouldn't need her for long. Once the owner of a store that hired died in a car accident. Turning to crime to pay the bills sometimes tempted her. But every time she would refuse to do so. Tamika swore of crime after leaving Chicago and would live the new life she had received, though it came from criminals, legal. Then her fortune changed when she rolled into Spokane, Washington.
Tamika had always considered music to be her salvation. This had never been truer than the first time she tuned into 103.9 KYWL and heard that there was going to be an opening for a midnight DJ. She immediately sent in her resume and was shocked and overjoyed when she was accepted. The next three years were the happiest of her life. She even got a vanity license plate to reflect her happiness. That and it looked nicer than WT7 0M3. Being a DJ taught her how to be perky at all time and that people tend to be nicer to a person with a smile than a frown. Sadly, her bad luck found her again and tough times began to hit the station. After a while they had to fire her to conserve funds. Tamika understood, but was heartbroken to have to leave. She tried to find other work in Spokane, but no one else wanted to hire her. So she left once again, deciding to travel to a small town called Greenvale and try to find a job there.
RP Sample:
Tamika slammed the newspaper down on her hotel room's bed. She stared in anger and fear at the front page headline which read "TEENAGE GIRL BRUTALLY MURDERED". "Great. Just frickin' great," Tamika thought bitterly."I travel to a 'peaceful' small town and what happens? Some girl gets murdered one day after I arrive." She paced back and forth in front of the bed, her mind abuzz with a million panic-induced thoughts. "I could leave. No one would be suspicious of someone who only stayed one day. I have enough money to go somewhere else. Everything's still packed. Just jump in the car and go."
“No.” Tamika stopped pacing and sat down on the bed next to the newspaper. She pulled out her cheap gray MP3 player out of her jeans pocket and plugged in her headphones. Her mind was calmed when the beat of drums signaled the start of the song. “I’m gonna stay here, get a job, and do it all with a smile on my face by God.” Tamika picked up the newspaper and stared at the picture under the headline. It was of the tree the girl, Anna Graham, had been tied to. “Besides,” she mused, while suppressing a slight chuckle, “it’s not like I could have murdered her anyway. I mean, how the heck would I tie her to that tree? I’m too short!” With a smile, she set down the paper. “Now, where did I put that list of businesses that are in this homicidal little town?” Tamika began the search of her spacious hotel room while music continued to pour into her ears.
Additional Notes: Tamika only has a few possessions besides her clothes and her car. They are: a cheap cellphone, a cheap MP3 player loaded with music, a cheap notebook (the computer kind), the switchblade from the dead man, and the basic necessities a person needs.
)Name: Tamika Weir
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Current Residence: Room #57 at The Great Dear Yard Hotel
Vehicle: Black 1994 Toyota Celica [sample picture]
License plate: LUV MUSC
Occupation/Skills:
Currently unemployed. Tamika used to work the midnight shift as a radio DJ at 103.9 KYWL in Spokane until she was laid off about a few days ago. Before that she worked random odd jobs in many different places. As for other skills, she is good at stealing, though she never will try to steal anything anymore. She can run pretty fast, though she is no track star. Tamika is quite good at hiding. She's also quite good at cleaning and knows her way around a kitchen. She has an excellent singing voice, but never sings in front of other people. Combat-wise she has no official training. But due to several fights she got into in her past, she knows how to survive a fight.
Appearance (Profile pic was the closest I could get to a picture):
Tamika is Caucasian with a moderate tan. She has choppy dyed dark red hair (original color is mud blond) and light grey eyes. Her body is muscular for a woman, though she is quite short, currently standing at five foot nothing. Her attire normally consists of her black and red jacket over a tank top (normally black) with a pair of well worn jeans and her black thigh high boots.
Her face is rather boxy. She has slightly large eyes with larger than normal irises. Her eyebrows are thin, lightly curved, and light blond in color. Her nose is small and pointed and she has small round lips. Tamika has a narrow pointed chin.
Her hair is very roughly cut. Some parts are about chin length while others just cover the tops of her ears (due to a very much failed attempt of layering her hair with a pair of scissors and a hand mirror). She keeps her bangs off to the side and out of her face.
Unlike most women, Tamika uses no makeup, and considers it a waste of time and money. She also has no jewelry. The only remarkable features she has are the many scars on her arms and back and a tattoo on her upper back . The tattoo is of a dark blue eagle with its wings spread.
Personality:
On the outside, Tamika seems like a squirrel on a sugar high. She is always smiling and being friendly to everyone. Many see her as either warm and friendly or hyper and annoying. Yet on the inside she has a sadness from the emotional scars of her past. Tamika is also very paranoid, always believing her past will catch up to her one day. She is a bit analytical, constantly sizing up the people she meets to see whether they will be useful to her or not. Her mask of perkiness fools most, but some may be able to see behind it. Tamika also has an almost obsessive love of music and feels uncomfortable when she doesn't have her mp3 player or at least a radio with her. Due to her past she has an aversion to law enforcement and never trusts anyone in a uniform.
History:
Tamika was born Elizabeth Grace Sheppard on July 5, 1984 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania . Her family consisted her mother, Anne Sheppard, who was a moderately well off lawyer, her father Scott Sheppard, a stay at home dad who did some writing in his spare time, and her bookwormish older brother Donnie. They weren't poor and were pretty much normal. That is, until that one clichéd day.
Due to her singing ability, her mother had been taking Elizabeth to singing lessons since she was 7. After one lesson when Elizabeth was 10, her mom had left her purse at the lesson. So they drove back and Elizabeth was left in the car. The entrance to the building was in an alley so the mother entered the alley. She went in the building just fine and came out with her purse. It wasn't till she was in the alley again that the mugger came out. The mugger jumped her and attacked her with a knife. When the mugger finished, Elizabeth's mother was left bleeding heavily in the alley..
Tamika would love to say right now that she immediately saw that her mother had been attacked. She would love to say that she found a phone and called the hospital. And that the doctor patched her up and told her and her family that her mom would be alright. But of course that's not what happened. Elizabeth hadn't even been paying attention to the alley. Bored, she had started watching cars drive by. To add to this, she had turned on the car radio so she could listen to music while she waited. While her mother bleed out, she listened to "Streets of Philadelphia".
Her father took that loss of her mother especially hard. He stopped writing and started drinking. He was always angry and wanted someone to blame for his wife's death. He knew the mugger was out of his reach so he settled for the next best thing. He would always yell at Elizabeth and treat her like dirt. She was more his slave than his daughter. Elizabeth did all the chores and was beaten whenever she tried to sing to lift her spirits. For the next 5 years, she coped. She did as she was told and kept her head down. Though it was hard sometimes, to the point where she attempted suicide once by slitting her wrists with shards from one of her dad's beer bottles. Luckily or unluckily, Donnie discovered what she had done and quickly patched her up. Music soon became her salvation for the tough parts of her life. Whenever she began to consider suicide, she would take a radio and sneak out of the house. After listening to a few songs, she normally felt alright enough to face life again. This practice stayed with her for the rest of her life. Then the effects of her father's drinking and lack of working came crashing down on them. They went broke and were evicted from their house. If it hadn't been for Donnie, they would have ended out on the streets. Donnie got a job and created a strict budget, leaving them with enough money to live in a cheap apartment. Things were looking up again as her older brother brought in cash. Then her dad came up with his own idea to save money. Not a single penny was to be spent on her. "She can eat in the dumpsters with the rest of the trash!" were her father's exact words on the matter. Her attempts to persuade him to change his mind only earned her a beating and a couple scars.
Elizabeth tried to get a job first, but few people wanted to hire her. She had no previous experience in pretty much everything and her dad was getting a reputation as a drunk. Whenever Elizabeth was lucky enough to find someone willing to hire her, her dad always sabotaged her work and beat her for trying to get a job. Whenever she complained or stated that his punishing her made no sense, he beat her even more. Left with no other choice, Elizabeth turned to stealing to get food and money. She was caught a few times and her dad beat severely every time she was caught. But she eventually became good enough at stealing that getting caught was not her largest concern. That became the street gangs that did not appreciate her stealing in their territory. For the most part, she was able to avoid them, though she did have to fight them off on occasion. Well, more like half fighting and half running for her life. These normally left her with more scars than her dad's beatings. He was usually smart enough to use just his fist, only using a beer bottle when either really drunk or really angry. The gangs, on the other hand, almost always had knives. Besides her occasional encounters with the law and street gangs and her dad, life wasn't too miserable. She even got a little frivolous one day and got an eagle tattoo on her back (her dad beat her for that of course). You can probably already guess what's going to happen next.
It was 7:53 p.m. on March 5, 2001. Elizabeth was on her way back home after stealing a bag of chips and a Coke from a food vendor. She was crossing an intersection when she saw a lump under a street light. Elizabeth went over to examine it and see if it was anything valuable. Once she got closer, she was terrified. It was a dead body of a man dressed in a suit, dead from several knife wounds to the chest. A switchblade lay next to him, covered in blood as well as an empty suitcase. She would later discover that he was a quite wealthy business owner, but at the time she was oblivious to this fact . Deciding that she would probably need any valuables on him more than he would, she checked him for a wallet. Unfortunately for her, the man's wallet had already been taken and he didn't have much of any real value on him. Elizabeth then grabbed the switchblade, thinking that maybe she could use it for something and was about to leave when she heard a scream. She turned around to see a rather shocked looking woman in her mid 30s - early 40s pulling out her cellphone to call the police. Elizabeth than ran. She knew that everyone would believe she killed the man. Her fingerprints were all over the body and she had a reputation as a thief and troublemaker. The police would be after her soon enough, not to mention that her dad would kill her (most likely literally) when he found out. She decided her only course of action would be to flee Philadelphia and hope to get away. She snuck back home, stuffed her few possessions in the trunk of her dad's black 1994 Toyota Celica, and drove off. She had no real plan, but just knew that she needed to run.
Whether by divine providence, luck, or some other force, Elizabeth manage to evade the police and make it to Chicago, Illinois. This is not to say it wasn't difficult. There were many close calls, to the point where the stress was starting to make her hair fall out. Yet even though she had lost the police, she was not out of the woods yet. She was in a big city with no plan, little money, a stolen car, and a name that might still be recognized as that of a thief and murderer. Elizabeth knew she could trust anyone legal to help her, so she decided to try and find a criminal. After doing some digging , a bit of bribing, and some threatening she finally got in contact with one of the minor crime bosses. Negotiation was difficult, but she finally got him to agree to help her change her identity in exchange for working for them for a year. The work was difficult and failure at anything was not an option. Most of the work was theft though sometimes they had her do other jobs. Some were bearable, others less so. When her year of servitude was finally over, they did hold up their end of the deal. Her new identity was Tamika Weir, an orphan whose parents had been murdered. With this, she thought that she and the mob would go their separate ways. Of course they had gotten used to her service and did not want to let her go. Once again she was forced to flee a city, though this time from the other side of the law.
Tamika spent a little over a year traveling and doing odd jobs where she could find them. Nowhere ever felt right. That and she had trouble keeping jobs. It wasn't that she was lazy or didn't do the work. It was just that whenever she got a job, she would be able to keep it for a few weeks, then something would go wrong and force her to move on. Sometimes it was lack of funds to keep her hired; other times the business wouldn't need her for long. Once the owner of a store that hired died in a car accident. Turning to crime to pay the bills sometimes tempted her. But every time she would refuse to do so. Tamika swore of crime after leaving Chicago and would live the new life she had received, though it came from criminals, legal. Then her fortune changed when she rolled into Spokane, Washington.
Tamika had always considered music to be her salvation. This had never been truer than the first time she tuned into 103.9 KYWL and heard that there was going to be an opening for a midnight DJ. She immediately sent in her resume and was shocked and overjoyed when she was accepted. The next three years were the happiest of her life. She even got a vanity license plate to reflect her happiness. That and it looked nicer than WT7 0M3. Being a DJ taught her how to be perky at all time and that people tend to be nicer to a person with a smile than a frown. Sadly, her bad luck found her again and tough times began to hit the station. After a while they had to fire her to conserve funds. Tamika understood, but was heartbroken to have to leave. She tried to find other work in Spokane, but no one else wanted to hire her. So she left once again, deciding to travel to a small town called Greenvale and try to find a job there.
RP Sample:
Tamika slammed the newspaper down on her hotel room's bed. She stared in anger and fear at the front page headline which read "TEENAGE GIRL BRUTALLY MURDERED". "Great. Just frickin' great," Tamika thought bitterly."I travel to a 'peaceful' small town and what happens? Some girl gets murdered one day after I arrive." She paced back and forth in front of the bed, her mind abuzz with a million panic-induced thoughts. "I could leave. No one would be suspicious of someone who only stayed one day. I have enough money to go somewhere else. Everything's still packed. Just jump in the car and go."
“No.” Tamika stopped pacing and sat down on the bed next to the newspaper. She pulled out her cheap gray MP3 player out of her jeans pocket and plugged in her headphones. Her mind was calmed when the beat of drums signaled the start of the song. “I’m gonna stay here, get a job, and do it all with a smile on my face by God.” Tamika picked up the newspaper and stared at the picture under the headline. It was of the tree the girl, Anna Graham, had been tied to. “Besides,” she mused, while suppressing a slight chuckle, “it’s not like I could have murdered her anyway. I mean, how the heck would I tie her to that tree? I’m too short!” With a smile, she set down the paper. “Now, where did I put that list of businesses that are in this homicidal little town?” Tamika began the search of her spacious hotel room while music continued to pour into her ears.
When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along
Like I know ya do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along
Just to make it through
Move along...
Move along, move along
Like I know ya do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along
Just to make it through
Move along...
Additional Notes: Tamika only has a few possessions besides her clothes and her car. They are: a cheap cellphone, a cheap MP3 player loaded with music, a cheap notebook (the computer kind), the switchblade from the dead man, and the basic necessities a person needs.
