Post by Tabby on Dec 28, 2009 11:55:59 GMT -5
HELENAROSABERTINELLI
the huntress
I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;;Helena Rosa Bertinelli
Helena is a form of Helen, and is of a Greek origin. It may mean wicker, reed, shoot, torch, and basket. It is pronounced hel AY nah.
Rosa is of an Italian origin, meaning rose.
It appears that no one on this soddin’ planet knows the meaning of ‘Bertinelli’, though I guess it would have to be something Italian.
nickname;; hell {a suitable nickname that comes from both her name and her temper}
age;; twenty-three
date of birth;; September 23rd {making her a Libra}
gender;; female
occupation;; not needed; though she does sometimes search for one
sexualorienation;; heterosexual
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;; ebony colored, naturaly straight, and currently on the long side
eyes;; an odd bluish green, that sometimes lookes more blue or green, once classified as hazel
height;; five feet eight inches
weight;; one hundred twenty-four pounds
build;; slim
piercings;; n/a
tatoos;; n/a
style;;
Helena, being true to the way she was raised, only wears expensive clothing from the finest designers. Her ‘taste’ often includes the colors red, brown, teal, and pink. It also includes the shade, black, and the tint, white. She rarely ever where’s anything with a gray tone, she prefers not to look that business-y.
As the Huntress she wears a midnight purple leotard, with thigh-high lighter purple boots. It is accompanied by a long purple and black cape, which has a white out-line. Like others, she has a belt containing an antennary of items, in the usual color of purple. Her purple mask resembles that of Robin’s, except that the upper sides jut out.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;;
-Her Parents {they were her parents}
-The Color Purple {not the book or movie or whatever the fxck had that name}
-Hot Chocolate {it’s all warm and chocolate-y}
-The Bermuda Triangle {biggest friggin’ mystery ever}
-Kicking Someone’s Ass {it’s a great stress reliever}
-Trying new things {it keeps her busy when she isn’t busy}
hates;;
-THE MAFIA {they’re all effin’ bxstards}
-Coffee {it TASTES disgusting}
-The Color Green {it’so sick-looking}
-THE MAFIA {they need to go to hell}
-‘Chatty Cathys’ {they talk way to much}
-THE MAFIA {GOTOHELL}
-THE MAFIA {GOTOHELL}
-THE MAFIA {GOTOHELL}
strengths;;
-her need for revenge
-having support
-aiming her crossbow
-shooting her crossbow
-her parents
weaknesses;;
-her need for revenge
-her parents
-the past
-her pet lizard
-not taking time to think of a plan
quirks/habits;;
-She wouldn’t be on the ‘hero’ side if her parents were not murdered.
-She never once wears purple when she’s a civilian, but as the Huntress she’s nearly covered in all purple.
-She is /nearly/ obsessed with the Mafia of Gotham City.
-Glancing Around
-Not Trusting People
-tapping her fingers
-Trying to recognize those who are part of the Mafia
goals/dreams;;
-wipe out the entire mafia
-get her revenge
-become more social
-possibly settle down
-crash a political wedding
overall personality;;
Not many truly understand her, seeing as she tends to keep herself withdrawn from others. She tends to act before thinking, and is more violent then most ‘heroes’ and ‘vigilantes’. This wouldn’t be if her parents had lived.
She would’ve stayed the quiet, rational girl who kept all of her thoughts locked away, because she was afraid of what her parents would think of her. She would’ve followed in their footsteps, becoming what they were. Important figures in the Mafia.
Their death sparked something inside her, sparked her ‘fire’ to come out. She wanted revenge for what had happened to her as a child, and she wanted revenge for her parent’s murders. She now carries this intense sense of anger and violence for anything relating to the mafia. She sometimes gets carried away, and then is extremely hard to stop. She tends to be irrational and disagreeable whenever the mafia is discussed.
One thing has stayed the same through out all these years though. If she truly wants something, she gets it, no matter what is in her way.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; Guido Bertinelli {mobster;deceased}
mother;; Carmella Bertinelli {housewife;deceased}
siblings;; n/a
relatives;; n/a
pets;; Ivory {pale coloured lizard; twenty three months old}
hometown;; Gotham City, New York, United States of America, North America, Earth
currentlyliving;; depends, she tends to travel a lot, though when giving out an address she uses Gotham City, New York.
history;;
Helena was born to Carmela and Guido, two people who are one of Gotham’s most prominent mafia families. Growing up, she never spent much time with her parents. She kept herself withdrawn from most people, having heard her parents talking. At the age of six, she was kidnapped and raped by another crime family.
She eventually was reunited with her parents, and had even more reasons to be withdrawn from the city of Gotham and all the People that lived there. She was sent away to a boarding school in her ancestor’s {grandparents} homeland of Italy.
There she was given a security guard for protection from any other type of disaster. She stayed in Italy, studying hard and occasionally speaking to the other people at the school. During this time she finally decided to become friends with some one, that person being her guard.
Days before her nineteenth birthday, she came back to Gotham, only to witness the mob-ordered murder of her parents. On the day of her nineteenth birthday she left Gotham, trying to find someone to help her train, accompanied by her body-guard.
She came back to the city, on her twenty-first birthday, only to discover that the mafia was nearly under control because of ‘Batman’. He inspired her, to create her own secret identity.
She soon became the Huntress, and worked in a few cases with Batman. However, she became tired of Gotham and went to see if she could help elsewhere.
Upon arriving in another New York City, she stoped a brain-washed Blue Beetle from murdering Maxwell Lord. The Justice League is initially impressed, and offers her membership.
Yet, Helena never officially becomes a member even though she, at times, helps and receives help from members of the League, and has been given a tour of the New York embassy.
She still visits Gotham, every other week or so.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; Tabby
age;; Fourteen
experience;; Five Years.
activity;; Daily.
whyyoujoined;; I helped create it, mi’ja.
phrase;; Helena warns you that pluto is out for revenge.
example;;
Helena walked as she normaly would, the heels of her purple boots clicking against the pavement with every step she took. Today was the day she would get that bastard. Today was the day she would avenge her parent's deaths. Finally. All those times she had been held back from delivering the final blow, all those times she had been goaded out of it. But now...now she could finally finish this, once and for all.
She smirked, her small smile resembling that of a predator about to take out their prey. She had waited a long time for this, a very long time. More so in her mind then in reality. The days had felt like weeks, and each battle against /them/ felt like years. She continued onward, her long black and white cape trailing behind her.
She delicately lifted up her crossbow, placing a fragile arrow {that had been given to her by Arsenal} in the sling and looked back towards the docks. There he was, near the water, looking over the edge. She aimed the bow at his dark sillohuette, halting only in the procession as she noticed another figure come into view. She placed her crossbow down on the ground beside her and unlatched a pair of high power binoculars from her belt.
The new comer looked quite a lot like her target, except younger, by far. His son, possibly? She didn't care though. She watched him murder her parents and now his son could see her murder him. She picked up the bow, and adjusted it so that it would hit him directly in the heart. She was about to release the string, when she ultimately froze. She couldn't do this, it just wasn't /right/.
She couldn't let someone suffer by watching the same thing she had to. She'd get her target another time, without any help, without anyone there to hold her back. Morals just got in the way of the /job/, luckily, unlike others, she barely had any. She'd find her target once again, and, then...then he would perish just as her parents had.
She smirked, her small smile resembling that of a predator about to take out their prey. She had waited a long time for this, a very long time. More so in her mind then in reality. The days had felt like weeks, and each battle against /them/ felt like years. She continued onward, her long black and white cape trailing behind her.
She delicately lifted up her crossbow, placing a fragile arrow {that had been given to her by Arsenal} in the sling and looked back towards the docks. There he was, near the water, looking over the edge. She aimed the bow at his dark sillohuette, halting only in the procession as she noticed another figure come into view. She placed her crossbow down on the ground beside her and unlatched a pair of high power binoculars from her belt.
The new comer looked quite a lot like her target, except younger, by far. His son, possibly? She didn't care though. She watched him murder her parents and now his son could see her murder him. She picked up the bow, and adjusted it so that it would hit him directly in the heart. She was about to release the string, when she ultimately froze. She couldn't do this, it just wasn't /right/.
She couldn't let someone suffer by watching the same thing she had to. She'd get her target another time, without any help, without anyone there to hold her back. Morals just got in the way of the /job/, luckily, unlike others, she barely had any. She'd find her target once again, and, then...then he would perish just as her parents had.
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