Post by Footsteps on Nov 4, 2011 10:35:28 GMT -5
Name: Hope Callaway
NN (if applicable): Footsteps
Age: 17
date and place of birth: December 14, 1882; Galway, Ireland
Personality: I just try to treat others the way I want to be treated. I ain't saying I'm a saint or that it's always easy, but that's how I was raised. Reaching out to the sick and the poor and the poor in spirit and all that. Nobody's perfect, and some folks might seem downright evil, but...I try to find the best in everyone. If you need help or advice, you can always count on me. And if there's real evil being done somewhere and I can do something to fight it, I will.
Hobbies and interests: Well, I've got the wanderlust for sure. It's hard for me to stay in one place for too long, which made my three years in the Refuge kinda rough, to say the least. I love to travel, see different parts of the city and even beyond the city if I can afford it. When I can't, I settle for lotsa long walks, especially in the rain. Folks also say I'm a born storyteller--I can ramble on and on with tales of my life or legends of old Ireland, so please stop me if I ever start to wear your ears out.
Bad habits, criminal record, etc: They first threw me in the Refuge for two weeks for sleeping on a park bench, but once I got to know the kids in there, I wanted to, well...stay and look after 'em. So I kept stealing food, sneaking outta class, that kinda thing, and got my sentence extended for, uh...three years. Don't tell me I'm crazy, I've already heard it enough. Anyway, I guess my worst habit's also my best--trusting people, thinking the best of 'em. Gets me into trouble sometimes, I gotta admit.
Employment: Just got outta prison, so...none right now. But I'm thinking I'll try my hand at being a newsgirl?
Background info (please include family as well): Well, I'm an only child--Mam had a lot of stillborns and miscarriages, and I was the only baby to survive, so that's why they named me Hope. I was born in Ireland and lived there till I was five, but then my dad came to America looking for work. Had some trouble finding it, though...well, keeping it, really...he had a habit of coming in drunk, starting fights, that kinda thing, so he'd get fired and move on, taking Mam and me with him. We traveled from coast to coast, living here and there; that's how I got the wanderlust, I guess, and the name Footsteps. Finally, we was here in Manhattan, I was fourteen, and Dad got killed in a bar fight. Mam died in childbirth a couple months later...another stillborn...and I didn't have a home no more and tried sleeping on a park bench, and the rest is history.
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OOC
Name/NN: Emily/Flare
Email: FlareHiggins@yahoo.com
Note: I'd just like to report to everyone that the Refuge plot is winding down, and I'm fairly certain this will be the last mysterious new character to appear on the board. (Seriously, this plot has inspired five new characters, guys! FIVE! ^_^)
NN (if applicable): Footsteps
Age: 17
date and place of birth: December 14, 1882; Galway, Ireland
Personality: I just try to treat others the way I want to be treated. I ain't saying I'm a saint or that it's always easy, but that's how I was raised. Reaching out to the sick and the poor and the poor in spirit and all that. Nobody's perfect, and some folks might seem downright evil, but...I try to find the best in everyone. If you need help or advice, you can always count on me. And if there's real evil being done somewhere and I can do something to fight it, I will.
Hobbies and interests: Well, I've got the wanderlust for sure. It's hard for me to stay in one place for too long, which made my three years in the Refuge kinda rough, to say the least. I love to travel, see different parts of the city and even beyond the city if I can afford it. When I can't, I settle for lotsa long walks, especially in the rain. Folks also say I'm a born storyteller--I can ramble on and on with tales of my life or legends of old Ireland, so please stop me if I ever start to wear your ears out.
Bad habits, criminal record, etc: They first threw me in the Refuge for two weeks for sleeping on a park bench, but once I got to know the kids in there, I wanted to, well...stay and look after 'em. So I kept stealing food, sneaking outta class, that kinda thing, and got my sentence extended for, uh...three years. Don't tell me I'm crazy, I've already heard it enough. Anyway, I guess my worst habit's also my best--trusting people, thinking the best of 'em. Gets me into trouble sometimes, I gotta admit.
Employment: Just got outta prison, so...none right now. But I'm thinking I'll try my hand at being a newsgirl?
Background info (please include family as well): Well, I'm an only child--Mam had a lot of stillborns and miscarriages, and I was the only baby to survive, so that's why they named me Hope. I was born in Ireland and lived there till I was five, but then my dad came to America looking for work. Had some trouble finding it, though...well, keeping it, really...he had a habit of coming in drunk, starting fights, that kinda thing, so he'd get fired and move on, taking Mam and me with him. We traveled from coast to coast, living here and there; that's how I got the wanderlust, I guess, and the name Footsteps. Finally, we was here in Manhattan, I was fourteen, and Dad got killed in a bar fight. Mam died in childbirth a couple months later...another stillborn...and I didn't have a home no more and tried sleeping on a park bench, and the rest is history.
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OOC
Name/NN: Emily/Flare
Email: FlareHiggins@yahoo.com
Note: I'd just like to report to everyone that the Refuge plot is winding down, and I'm fairly certain this will be the last mysterious new character to appear on the board. (Seriously, this plot has inspired five new characters, guys! FIVE! ^_^)
