Catherine "Cat" Bravocci
Feb 7, 2012 14:12:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2012 14:12:32 GMT -5
-Player Info-
Name/Alias: Els
IM/Email: tfprimecat@yahoo.com
-Character Info-
Name: Catherine "Cat" Bravocci
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Faction: Neutral (at the moment)
Occupation/Specialization: Currently jobless. However, she is quite savvy with technology. Her previous job… before the explosive firing (she'll tell you 'quitting'), was with a government division of 'ethical' hacking.
Appearance:
Italian roots aside, Catherine stands only just above average height at 5'8" with a filled-out physique built by those early morning jogs. Her base complexion is a darker hue, with a grainy, weathered texture to her skin usually never covered by any type of make-up. Like her father, her eyes are a dark brown, framed by a strong but feminine face. Often, if not always, she keeps her hair tossed up with some sort of clip or hair stick-- it is a long, curly mess, far darker than her eyes (but despite any complaining, she never gets around to cutting it).
One won't often find her dressed up in any sort of finery, and if she is the colors are much like any sweat shirt or pair of pajama pants she owns-- bright, fun colors on clothing meant for comfort with a little fashion flare. In this way, most of her wardrobe is a Bohemian style. She usually doesn't wear any type of accessory, save for two things: A necklace (often hidden in her shirt), and a pair of glasses with a style more quirky than her clothing. They're square in shape, with thin frames around the lenses and thick side bands, but the colors on those things change about as often as the weather.
History:
As a child, she grew up with her mother in the state of New York with little interaction with other children her age. Being one in a family of two, much of her time she spent at home opting to take on some of the house-hold chores. A humble life it might have been, but it was also a comfortable one where she learned much about herself. Independence, responsibility, but above all else, learning to step off the beaten path. As her mother used to say, "If you can't find a way, make one."
But the skills that would soon change her life forever, she learned in Italy. Each year, her Uncle would fly her to live with him during the summer. It was about the only form of assisstance her mother would accept. There, her Uncle would introduce her to the world of codes, puzzles, and computers. There is where she discovered her passion, and her own way. Over time from early childhood to her high school years she would gradually become more skilled. …Her common sense, however, did not develop as quickly. Like a kid with a motorcycle, she fell victim to the illusion of invincibility. She left a trail of bread crumbs.
She flunked out of her first semester of college. That week, when she returned home to her mother, she found two men waiting in her living room. It was there that she received her first offer: work with the government through their ethical hacking programs, instead of working against them. After one month, she was in Washington D.C. Two and a half years later, she's out a job and driving across the country trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible.
It took her a week and change to make it to Jasper, Nevada, where now she's keeping her head low, but her eyes peeled.
Personality:
If her clothing style is anything to go by, she tends more towards the out-going side, however how she appears to act also depends on when, where, and how you catch her. While some days she can keep a dry, straight face for her own fun with sarcasm, she can also be very excitable, meaning she's very quick to grin… and also very quick to spit nails. Shouting comes with whatever she feels strongly about, whether it's anger or joy (sometimes it's difficult to tell between the two), but at the same time she's also very quick to make amends. It goes without saying that she can be very confrontational. She may ask a lot of questions and challenge authority here and there, but underneath it all, she has no issue following the instruction of someone in charge, or of someone she respects.
Personality appearances aside, she is driven by curiosity and the desire to learn. This leads her to an adventurous life style, when she can afford it or find the time. However, this quality also has the tendency to get her into heaps of trouble, especially coupled with her talents and line of work. IE- she might get fired from jobs as quickly as she's offered them.
Likes:
-Flying, being up in the air, or breaking the speed limit.
-Being up the creek without a paddle. ..She loves to either find a way, or make her own way, out of hairy situations.
-Food. Especially sweets. It's a good thing she runs.
Dislikes:
-Being underestimated.
-Skittles.
Strengths/Weapons: The only weapon she carries on her person is the only weapon she can carry without a permit: a 3-inch pocket knife.
Weaknesses: She has no experience with hand-to-hand combat or firearms. Unless said firearm is computerized, she might do more harm than good. Combat aside, she has issue developing her end of a close relationship. In a worse case scenario, she would perhaps find herself in a life or death situation before contacting someone for help.
Special Skills: Computer..ing.
RP Sample:
Anxiously she counted and recounted the coins in her jacket pocket, striding with quick steps up to the nearest pay phone. The steady 'clink', 'clink', 'clink' was the only sense of normality she's had for weeks. And at this very moment, the only thing keeping her sane. With shaking fingers she counted out the change, punched in the number, and listened to the dial tone ring through her pounding heart.
No less than a few minutes ago she rolled into the only gas station… the only thing she had seen for miles since passing the Jasper city limit. This wasn't New York. It was a barren wasteland void of life and wi-fi. And now it was her new safe haven. Just as the sun was sinking over the horizon, he answered. "Pronto?"
His voice was quiet and raspy from being freshly woken, and it was the sweetest sound she'd heard since her mother. Tears stung her eyes, but she kept her face neutral and cool. Tears didn't get her anywhere with her Uncle.
"Sono È me. …Hey, Uncle Tony."
She could hear his sigh over the phone- a disappointed but relieved sound. "What did you do?"
"You aren't going to say 'I told you so'?"
"Oh that will come, as it always does. Where are you calling from?"
"Pay phone. I'm in a safe place."
He groaned, a mixture of a yawn, stretch, and patience. "Please tell me you did not kill someone. Why is it you are acting like a fugitive? You're a conspiracy loony, not a terrorist."
"I am not a loon--!" The phone beeped, politely requesting more coins. International pay phone calls were not cheap. "I just-! I lost my temper. My boss told me to leave or forget-- I couldn't -do- that! They're hiding something, Tony."
"So you leave the coast because you spit on your boss. Of course they are hiding something, you silly little girl, they are a government! I told you, Catherine--"
"You told me to run!"
"I told you to be smart!" Both ends became silent.
Cat leaned herself against the metal of the pay phone, still warm from the day's desert sun. She didn't know how much time passed, but she soon had to insert more change before Tony spoke again. "You are a smart girl, Catherine. Start using your head if you are going to stick your nose where it doesn't belong. Remember what I taught you. Lie low until you have gotten control of yourself. You may be monitored, but you have nothing to fear as long as you do not act like an idiot. Understand?"
She turned over, putting her back on the outer casing and turning her eyes to the now dark sky. "Yeah."
"Good. Go get a room, get some sleep. Relax. Alright? Ti amo, innamorato."
"Ti amo, Zio." The quiet click seemed to echo through the silence of the desert. Vast. Lonely. Different. She inhaled deeply and wrapped her jacket around herself as she headed back to her car. In hindsight, she could have at least gone to stay in New York. No one was chasing her… but the thought of being monitored, of being followed put her on edge. Driving was the only thing that had calmed her mind enough to think. The further she got, the better she felt.
She loosed an exasperated sigh once she plopped in the driver's seat, letting her head fall on the steering wheel. Tony would be calling Jack about now, informing him of her sudden decision to drop by for a visit. But at that point, as her eyes drifted closed on the outskirts of Jasper, all she could think about was a hot shower, and some fresh clothes.
Name/Alias: Els
IM/Email: tfprimecat@yahoo.com
-Character Info-
Name: Catherine "Cat" Bravocci
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Faction: Neutral (at the moment)
Occupation/Specialization: Currently jobless. However, she is quite savvy with technology. Her previous job… before the explosive firing (she'll tell you 'quitting'), was with a government division of 'ethical' hacking.
Appearance:
Italian roots aside, Catherine stands only just above average height at 5'8" with a filled-out physique built by those early morning jogs. Her base complexion is a darker hue, with a grainy, weathered texture to her skin usually never covered by any type of make-up. Like her father, her eyes are a dark brown, framed by a strong but feminine face. Often, if not always, she keeps her hair tossed up with some sort of clip or hair stick-- it is a long, curly mess, far darker than her eyes (but despite any complaining, she never gets around to cutting it).
One won't often find her dressed up in any sort of finery, and if she is the colors are much like any sweat shirt or pair of pajama pants she owns-- bright, fun colors on clothing meant for comfort with a little fashion flare. In this way, most of her wardrobe is a Bohemian style. She usually doesn't wear any type of accessory, save for two things: A necklace (often hidden in her shirt), and a pair of glasses with a style more quirky than her clothing. They're square in shape, with thin frames around the lenses and thick side bands, but the colors on those things change about as often as the weather.
History:
As a child, she grew up with her mother in the state of New York with little interaction with other children her age. Being one in a family of two, much of her time she spent at home opting to take on some of the house-hold chores. A humble life it might have been, but it was also a comfortable one where she learned much about herself. Independence, responsibility, but above all else, learning to step off the beaten path. As her mother used to say, "If you can't find a way, make one."
But the skills that would soon change her life forever, she learned in Italy. Each year, her Uncle would fly her to live with him during the summer. It was about the only form of assisstance her mother would accept. There, her Uncle would introduce her to the world of codes, puzzles, and computers. There is where she discovered her passion, and her own way. Over time from early childhood to her high school years she would gradually become more skilled. …Her common sense, however, did not develop as quickly. Like a kid with a motorcycle, she fell victim to the illusion of invincibility. She left a trail of bread crumbs.
She flunked out of her first semester of college. That week, when she returned home to her mother, she found two men waiting in her living room. It was there that she received her first offer: work with the government through their ethical hacking programs, instead of working against them. After one month, she was in Washington D.C. Two and a half years later, she's out a job and driving across the country trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible.
It took her a week and change to make it to Jasper, Nevada, where now she's keeping her head low, but her eyes peeled.
Personality:
If her clothing style is anything to go by, she tends more towards the out-going side, however how she appears to act also depends on when, where, and how you catch her. While some days she can keep a dry, straight face for her own fun with sarcasm, she can also be very excitable, meaning she's very quick to grin… and also very quick to spit nails. Shouting comes with whatever she feels strongly about, whether it's anger or joy (sometimes it's difficult to tell between the two), but at the same time she's also very quick to make amends. It goes without saying that she can be very confrontational. She may ask a lot of questions and challenge authority here and there, but underneath it all, she has no issue following the instruction of someone in charge, or of someone she respects.
Personality appearances aside, she is driven by curiosity and the desire to learn. This leads her to an adventurous life style, when she can afford it or find the time. However, this quality also has the tendency to get her into heaps of trouble, especially coupled with her talents and line of work. IE- she might get fired from jobs as quickly as she's offered them.
Likes:
-Flying, being up in the air, or breaking the speed limit.
-Being up the creek without a paddle. ..She loves to either find a way, or make her own way, out of hairy situations.
-Food. Especially sweets. It's a good thing she runs.
Dislikes:
-Being underestimated.
-Skittles.
Strengths/Weapons: The only weapon she carries on her person is the only weapon she can carry without a permit: a 3-inch pocket knife.
Weaknesses: She has no experience with hand-to-hand combat or firearms. Unless said firearm is computerized, she might do more harm than good. Combat aside, she has issue developing her end of a close relationship. In a worse case scenario, she would perhaps find herself in a life or death situation before contacting someone for help.
Special Skills: Computer..ing.
RP Sample:
Anxiously she counted and recounted the coins in her jacket pocket, striding with quick steps up to the nearest pay phone. The steady 'clink', 'clink', 'clink' was the only sense of normality she's had for weeks. And at this very moment, the only thing keeping her sane. With shaking fingers she counted out the change, punched in the number, and listened to the dial tone ring through her pounding heart.
No less than a few minutes ago she rolled into the only gas station… the only thing she had seen for miles since passing the Jasper city limit. This wasn't New York. It was a barren wasteland void of life and wi-fi. And now it was her new safe haven. Just as the sun was sinking over the horizon, he answered. "Pronto?"
His voice was quiet and raspy from being freshly woken, and it was the sweetest sound she'd heard since her mother. Tears stung her eyes, but she kept her face neutral and cool. Tears didn't get her anywhere with her Uncle.
"Sono È me. …Hey, Uncle Tony."
She could hear his sigh over the phone- a disappointed but relieved sound. "What did you do?"
"You aren't going to say 'I told you so'?"
"Oh that will come, as it always does. Where are you calling from?"
"Pay phone. I'm in a safe place."
He groaned, a mixture of a yawn, stretch, and patience. "Please tell me you did not kill someone. Why is it you are acting like a fugitive? You're a conspiracy loony, not a terrorist."
"I am not a loon--!" The phone beeped, politely requesting more coins. International pay phone calls were not cheap. "I just-! I lost my temper. My boss told me to leave or forget-- I couldn't -do- that! They're hiding something, Tony."
"So you leave the coast because you spit on your boss. Of course they are hiding something, you silly little girl, they are a government! I told you, Catherine--"
"You told me to run!"
"I told you to be smart!" Both ends became silent.
Cat leaned herself against the metal of the pay phone, still warm from the day's desert sun. She didn't know how much time passed, but she soon had to insert more change before Tony spoke again. "You are a smart girl, Catherine. Start using your head if you are going to stick your nose where it doesn't belong. Remember what I taught you. Lie low until you have gotten control of yourself. You may be monitored, but you have nothing to fear as long as you do not act like an idiot. Understand?"
She turned over, putting her back on the outer casing and turning her eyes to the now dark sky. "Yeah."
"Good. Go get a room, get some sleep. Relax. Alright? Ti amo, innamorato."
"Ti amo, Zio." The quiet click seemed to echo through the silence of the desert. Vast. Lonely. Different. She inhaled deeply and wrapped her jacket around herself as she headed back to her car. In hindsight, she could have at least gone to stay in New York. No one was chasing her… but the thought of being monitored, of being followed put her on edge. Driving was the only thing that had calmed her mind enough to think. The further she got, the better she felt.
She loosed an exasperated sigh once she plopped in the driver's seat, letting her head fall on the steering wheel. Tony would be calling Jack about now, informing him of her sudden decision to drop by for a visit. But at that point, as her eyes drifted closed on the outskirts of Jasper, all she could think about was a hot shower, and some fresh clothes.