Post by GAEL KATHRINE O'KANE on Oct 26, 2011 14:29:18 GMT -5
( GAEL KATHRINE O'KANE )
( TWENTY, BOARDER , EMMA WATSON , HETEROSEXUAL)
( VEGETARIAN , QUIET , BOOKWORM, ATHLETIC, VITRUSO)[/center]
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- Singing
- Piano
- Guitar
- Compassionate
- Riding
Weaknesses: - Emotional
- Untrusting
- Timid
- Stutters
Quirks: - Chews on her bottom lip when nervous
- Bites her nails
Personality: - Quiet
- Vitruso
- Intelligent
- Creative
- Defensive
- Bitchy
- Bookworm
History: Born in the city of Cleveland, Ohio to a couple of drug addicts, Gael didn't even recieve a name until she was a few weeks old. The night had been cold, the wind making a whistling sound as it blew through the hole in the window. A neighbour had heard Gael's cries of cold and hunger, not knowing what horrors she would face as she walked through the rickety wooden door that led to the Borden home. Upon entering the home, through a open door, the neighbour, Mrs. Finnigan, had found Gael's mother dead on the floor of the living room, a needle still stuck in her arm.
Panic swept through Mrs. Finnigan and she rushed for the baby. If she could help it, she would not this child belong to the government and let that cruel world influence her personality and her life. Instead, she sent for her daughter and new husband, who would take little Gael for their own, as they could not have children. So by the end of that weekend, Gael Kathrine O'Kane came into the light. She moved with her new parents to Ireland and grew up with the values of God, and the influence of music, sports and books. She seemed like a simplistic child, and she was; she was quiet, but she was always strong enough to defend herself.
When she turned eighteen, Gael moved into her own apartment, with the help of her parents and started the study of becoming a horse trainer, and maybe work for Rolling Valley in the future.
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EXPERIENCE4 years... I think.
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"Just a few steps more." He whispered to himself, entering what he assumed to be an empty house. No one could really tell the difference anymore. The power had gone out months ago, and yet people were still able to keep warm in the fridged weather of the New York winter. Felix held himself tightly as the wind had whipped fiercely on his bare skin. It had only been hours previous since he'd encountered one of the many resistance officers who tried to do him in, but he managed to get away as per usual. A bullet to the arm, and the loss of his belongings had seemed inevitable, but he knew he wouldn't be able to go back for them, and so he continued on. Maybe to his luck he'd be able to find a jacket in the old home.
Just one night he'd be able to stay in that home and then he'd have to move on. He had to keep moving. Staying in one place would only lead to disaster, and possibly even the death of himself. Shutting the door behind him, Felix sighed. It wasn't much warmer than the outside, but at least the wind had stopped. For a moment he leaned against the closed door, trying his best to relax just a little as he knew that he was safe for the time being. Raids only happened during the day and they rarely visited the suburban areas.
Pulling himself off the door, Felix first checked the hall closet for anything that he was able to use. There were a few items, but most of them looked like ladies jackets. He sighed and grabbed one, slinging it over his shoulders. It was better than nothing. He'd check the next couple houses in the morning. He wasn't about to hold onto that jacket forever. It probably didn't even fit properly anyway. With the warmth of the jacket helping him to relax further, Felix walked into the living room, only to spot a woman there. He could only see the back of her head, so he wasn't sure who exactly she was. Quickly, he pulled the one gun he was able to salvage from the back of his pants and turned off the safety, pointing it at her. "Who the hell are you?" He asked, hoping to God that it wasn't one of the Resistance officers. He didn't need a second encounter in the same day.
Just one night he'd be able to stay in that home and then he'd have to move on. He had to keep moving. Staying in one place would only lead to disaster, and possibly even the death of himself. Shutting the door behind him, Felix sighed. It wasn't much warmer than the outside, but at least the wind had stopped. For a moment he leaned against the closed door, trying his best to relax just a little as he knew that he was safe for the time being. Raids only happened during the day and they rarely visited the suburban areas.
Pulling himself off the door, Felix first checked the hall closet for anything that he was able to use. There were a few items, but most of them looked like ladies jackets. He sighed and grabbed one, slinging it over his shoulders. It was better than nothing. He'd check the next couple houses in the morning. He wasn't about to hold onto that jacket forever. It probably didn't even fit properly anyway. With the warmth of the jacket helping him to relax further, Felix walked into the living room, only to spot a woman there. He could only see the back of her head, so he wasn't sure who exactly she was. Quickly, he pulled the one gun he was able to salvage from the back of his pants and turned off the safety, pointing it at her. "Who the hell are you?" He asked, hoping to God that it wasn't one of the Resistance officers. He didn't need a second encounter in the same day.
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