AbareKiller and AbareBlack
Nov 12, 2012 13:59:50 GMT -5
Post by Gladys Lovegood & Kirk Douglas on Nov 12, 2012 13:59:50 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Gladys “Stiletto Hummingbird” Lovegood
Age: 69
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Date Of Birth: August 9, 1943
Nationality: American
Hometown Oak Park, Illinois
Occupation: Assassin (Retired/Part-time), The Sixth Orochi
Alignment: Neutral
Theme Song: Ride of the Valkyries
Outer Stuff
Face Claim: Betty White
Height: 5' 4"
Weight 139 lbs
Hair color: White
Hair style: Old Lady Style
Eye color: Light Green
Skin color: Caucasian
Posture: Typical slouching old lady who uses a cane to get around, but thanks to the Zodiarts switch in her possession her body has become slightly rejuvenated and she only feigns the weak old person-ness to fool her enemies. She can actually kick major Yoda-style ass without the use of the switch. That doesn't stop her from pissed at being old though.
Scars/ Tattoo’s/ Other markings: She has various scars and burns on various sections of her body from her time as an assassin. She has a tramp stamp of a golden hummingbird draining the nectar from a thorny rose. The Living Connector for Gaia Memory is located at the back of her neck, just above the spine.
Accessories: She often wears a pearl necklace and diamond earrings. Believe or not, but each pearl is actually a tiny bomb painted to look like a lustrous pearl. A bomb can only be detonated via a remote control earrings. She only does this as a last resort, but how this actually works, without blowing her brains all over the place, is that she swiftly removes her necklaces, hurls it or wraps it around her intended target, and then give one earring a slight yank. Ka-boom. She wears a diamond ring on each finger - giving her punch a little more power. Several of the rings are actually fake hollow diamonds that can screw open to release a potent knockout gas. The teeth from her dentures are easily removable and can be placed on another person as a tracking device.
Clothes: Really fancy old lady clothes (always in season) that she can afford along with her other accessories with her tons of dough she made back when she was a skilled assassin for hire (sometimes takes on new assignments for money, pleasure, or keeping in shape). She always wears a tight [fireproof/doesn't conduct electricity/slightly bulletproof, but can't stop something at point blank range] body suit underneath her dress which is made of highly breathable synthetic materials.
Anything Else? Her left leg is a prosthetic with a secret compartment concealing a light pistol. Her right arm is also prosthetic, but this one contains a retractable 6 inch blade in both the knuckle and elbow. A powerful hearing aide is located in both ears (allows her to hear far away chatter that escapes normal ears).
Inner Stuff
Likes:
- Younger Men
- Her family (at times)
- Canasta
- Any film directed by Stanley Kubrick
- Classical music
Dislikes:
- Younger women
- The thought of herself dying
- Retirement Homes
- Plastic surgery
- Her late husband
Strengths:
- Knows several forms of martial arts (Crane Style, Tiger Style, etc.) and sword play (Master of the little known Banshi Style)
- Highly trained assassin
- Deceitful
- Mama bear instinct towards her family
Weaknesses:
- Her age (though the Triceratops Memory rejuvenated her body a bit, she still faces many difficult problems facing the elderly)
- Her severe dementia that can come upon her without warning and will completely screw with conception of reality
- Natural distrust of everyone even people trying to help her
- Forgetful at times
- Lost her hearing so she requires the use of a hearing aide
- Not a particularly good shot
Goal(s):
- Find the Fountain of Youth or any other mystical or scientific means of recovering her lost youth
- Locate her missing granddaughter who was kidnapped as a newborn
- Get herself a handsome young man
- Uncover the Colonial's secret recipe
- Finally get a "BINGO"
Habits/ Quirks:
- Hits on lots of young men despite huge age differences
- Treats younger women cruelly out of pure jealousy
- Behaves like a typical old lady at times - bakes cookies, plays BINGO, knits (May or may not be a cover)
- Really bad with modern technology especially smart phones (though she can be pretty good at videogames)
- Can't drive worth a damn
- Has severe on and off dementia that causes the line between reality and fiction to blur - often believes she's a different fictional character because of this or something equally random
- Spices up her dialogue with 1920's slang (that she learned from the aunt who raised her) - though she'll add slang from later decades (70's, 80's, etc) to try to sound hip
- Extremely safety conscious at times
- Likes to proclaim random phrases that make little to no sense
Relationships:
- Clyde Lovegood - Her late ass-whole husband who she'll often mention in passing.
- Mavis Williams - Her first born daughter who she's been lying to about her life as assassin since the poor girl was born. Currently a lawyer in New York.
- Mercy Williams - Mavis' daughter and Gladys's granddaughter. Kidnapped by unknown person/s and whose whereabouts Gladys has been searching for several decades. May or may not be deceased.
- Douglass - Gladys's former handler and past lover. Often communicate through phone calls - rarely face to face. He provides her with weapons, fake Ids, plane tickets, Intel and anything else she needs to get the job done. While Gladys' assassin codename is "Stiletto Hummingbird," his is "Balisong Butterfly."
Overview: Gladys is the sarcastic, rude, in your face grandma you wish you had. She's a real badass - not afraid to get her hands dirty. She had has little regard for human life, but is not a psychopath - she only kills when she's paid, in self defense, or the guy just plain deserved it. She likes to have fun and flirt with hot single guys while doing it. She likes to do old people things like knit, BINGO, talk about how gas was cheaper back in their day, but if you challenge her to a round of Modern Warfare of Dance Dance Revolution - you're gonna get your ass kicked.
She loves her family more than anything and will do anything to protect them. If you harm her family in any way - you will suffer the (harsh) consequences. She has a little problem with age and death (as in she really, really doesn't want to). She does not want to die until she finds and rescues her missing granddaughter. Because of this drive to survive, she has become quite safety conscious and a huge germaphobe.
She's not a religious person as she prefers acting over sitting around and waiting for some miracle to occur. She will jokingly speak to her late husband up in Heaven though (when she feels lonely which is a majority of the time). She's an existentialist who feels that her sole mission in life right now is of course finding her granddaughter. She'll start drinkin' it up when she gets really depressed and lonely.
She's a glass half full kinda gal and really hates it when people get too angsty. She believes people should just enjoy life to its fullest and not sweat the little things. She's also vain and extremely self-conscious. She's so pretentious that she wears expensive clothing and wears fancy perfumes (buckets of it) to hide the fact that she was raised in very low standard conditions (once lived in a trashcan for a year as child for example).
Name: Triceratops Dopant
Type Of Hero: Dopant
Henshin Device: Triceratops Memory
Henshin Sequence: Press button
Forms:
- Form Name: Triceratops Dopant
Image/ Description: Here
Motif: Triceratops
Color Scheme: Purple, Black, brownish Gold
Transformation: See above
Fighting Style: Knows kung fu (crane style, tiger style, etc) and can duel wield her club and sword (like a real badass). Becomes more mentally unstable and violent while using the memory.
Weapons: Dinosaur Club, a really big blunt object for cracking skulls, Katanna used for Banshi Style swordplay
Abilities: Superhuman strength, generate destructive spheres of plasma energy, shoot lightning from horns, glass shattering sonic roar
Finisher(s): Snaps your neck, how's that for a finish? - Form Name: Berserk Triceratops
Image/ Description: Becomes a really big (bigger than a two story building), monstrous bipedal dino
Color Scheme: Purple, Black, brownish Gold
Transformation: See above
Fighting Style: Goes on a (seemingly) unstoppable rampage, destroying everything in its path. Cannot distinguish friend from foe or when to stop.
Weapons: Does your own treelike limbs count?
Abilities: Same as above, but way stronger
Finisher(s): Crushes you like a pancake, ya rly
Hero Stuff
Name: AbareKiller
Type Of Hero: Sentai
Henshin Device: Dino Minder
Henshin Sequence: This
Forms:
- Form Name: AbareKiller
Image/ Description: Here
Motif: Stegosaurus
Color Scheme: White, Black, Red, Gold
Transformation: Same as above
Fighting Style: Knows kung fu (crane style, tiger style, etc) and can wield a sword like a real badass
Weapons: Wing Pentact - AbareKiller's personal weapon. The Wing Pentact has three modes: Pen Mode, Baton Mode, and Sword Mode. With this weapon, AbareKiller can write her name in the air and shoot arrows at her enemies after drawing them up.
Abilities: Increased Stats
Finisher(s): Dino Deadly Clawing - The Wing Pentact's blade is charged with energy before slashing the enemy multiple times. - Form Name: AbareMode
Image/ Description: Here
Motif: Stegosaurus
Color Scheme: White, Black, Red, Gold
Transformation: AbareKiller does an angry roar as spikes sprout from all over her body.
Fighting Style: Blinded by rage, Gladys attacks ally and foe, indiscriminately, like a wild beast.
Weapons: The spikes
Abilities: Slightly higher stats
Finisher(s): Dino Deadly Rampage - Gladys hand spikes pierce the opponent before tossing them into air and finishing them off, as they come back down, with a couple rapid slashes.
Other Equipment:
- Pasu ni tatsu subete no tokutei no shi - "Certain Death of All Who Stand in Path", a cane containing a sharp katanna blade forged by a master blacksmith.
- A scrapbook she keeps on her person so she'll never forget the important stuff
- Gasmask
- Knitting needles and different colored yarn (can be used to make sweaters filled with love in every stitch or repair snipped soul hoops)
- Purse containing miscellaneous items and tools
History
Glady’s mother, Ruby, lived and worked in the small town of Oak Park, Illinois. She was only a teenager at the time and she had just run away from her parents in D.C. She dreamed big - she wanted to become a great actress. Problem was she didn’t have the money to make it all the way to Hollywood - so she took up a job as a waitress at some greasy little roadside dinner. The tips weren’t bad, but the customers, sometimes, were. She was constantly harassed and hit on by one particular individual, a drunken trucker named Bill. One night it got so bad, the cops had to be involved after Bill forced her into the back of his pickup truck.
Nine months later, Gladys was born! Poor Ruby could hardly afford to feed both her and starving newborn so she abandoned her baby at the door step of the local church. Problem was: it wasn’t a church little baby Gladys was abandoned at - it was a whorehouse! Ruby wasn’t a particularly bright young woman - she did drop out of school to pursue an acting career. Anyway, little Gladys was taken in by a kindhearted whore named “Aunt” Carol. Carol raised little Gladys for the next twelve years - teaching her about the big wide world. She taught her how to walk, how to talk, how to work that corner, and most importantly how to get herself a man. “Get yourself a man,” preached Aunt Carol, “And you won’t have to live in a shitty dump like this. He’ll take care of ya fo the rest of yo life, Glady. Remember that.”
Gladys wasn’t Carol’s only baby - she had a son named Daryl. He was five years old when Gladys showed up on the whorehouse’s door. He was like a loving brother to little Gladys who proclaimed one day, when she was old enough, she wanted to marry him. Daryl was sixteen, Gladys was 11, when he ran off to join the army (he lied about his age of course and they didn‘t bother to check). One year later, Daryl was one of the first causalities of the escalating Vietnamese War. A depressed Aunt Carol was confined to her bed and three weeks later, died too.
Gladys was left all alone in the world. No mother, no Daryl, no Aunt Carol. The other whores wanted nothing to do with the “Misfortune Child” as she was known by now. She slept in the waste bin out back and stitched up her own clothes from the whores’ discarded rags. This period of solitude continued for one entire year - that is until she met Clyde. Clyde Lovegood was the older brother of Pines Lovegood, the whorehouse’s resident pimp. He had just gotten released from prison and his kid brother was throwin’ him a bash. During the festivities, Clyde stepped out for a smoke and to his surprise discovered thirteen year old Gladys sleeping in the trash.
Clyde, who wanted to prove that he had changed his malicious ways, adopted poor little Gladys. They lived in a little rundown shack in Alabama for the next five years as father and daughter. Clyde worked as a plumber while he made Gladys work at the local roadside diner, like her mother before her, while she went to school at the same time. Gladys had little time for friends or even boyfriends - there were plenty of gentlemen callers as young Gladys had blossomed into quite the young woman. She collapsed many a time from fatigue, but Clyde worked her harder. School in the morning, work in the afternoon, chores at night. Then it all began again the next morning. Old Clyde wanted to teach her the virtue of hard work so she would do something with life and not become a failure like himself. He started a college fund with the money she earned when they started living together. Everything was fine - until Gladys turned eighteen……
As it turns out, Clyde wasn’t saving that morning for college at all! He was saving up for a big fancy wedding for himself - and Gladys! He had this intention all along - ever since he found her in that trashcan five years ago. Gladys tried to run away, but was quickly captured by Clyde’s posse of rednecks. With shotguns pointed all around her and tears flowing from her eyes - the “I does” were said and the once father and daughter pair were now legally married in the state of Alabama!
Three harsh years followed. Clyde became a bigger asswhole than he was as her father. She no longer had school to worry about so that meant more time for Clyde to boss her around. She had tried to escape many times over the years, but Clyde always caught her. And when he did he always punished her. He would drag her to the backyard shed, chain her to the wall, and whip her like they did slaves back in colonial America. She would then stay chained there for days - to think about what she did. It was even worse when she was forced to make love, every night, to her former father. Clyde wasn’t able to reproduce anymore so poor Gladys was sparred from the horror of having to carry his child.
Gladys wasn’t the only woman getting the Clyde Lovegood treatment as it turned out. Gladys was at the marketplace one day when she spotted Clyde with another woman. She followed the two all the way to a log cabin on the other side of town. They made love. Gladys, repulsed, watched from the window. Gladys took her eyes of them and glanced around the cabin. Photos - photos of them together everywhere! Gladys’ eye fixed on one photograph in particular - their wedding. Clyde had another wife besides her!
The door flew open and -gasp!- Clyde and his bride were surprised to find a pissed off Gladys. “What the hell are you doin’ here?!” Clyde barks, “Go back home! You stupid bitch! Don‘t make me hurt you!” Something in Gladys snapped. She stepped in - her eyes lifeless and fish-like. Inch by inch - she moved towards the bed. “You have to obey me, bitch! I’m your husband!” “CONSIDER THIS A DIVORCE!!!” Before Clyde could even react, Gladys pulled out a knife hidden in her stocking. “AAAAHHH!!!!!” the other wife screamed as Gladys shoved her knife right through Clyde’s forehead. Clyde was dead, the woman was traumatized, and Gladys was finally free.
After that Gladys hit the road. She had no idea if the police were after her, but she wasn’t going to stick around to find out. She kept on riding the rails and hitchhiking until she reached San Francisco. From there she snuck aboard a ship bound for Hawaii. It was smooth sailing from there - until a tremendous storm caused the vessel to wreck on a deserted island somewhere in the Pacific. Gladys was the only survivor. It seemed everywhere she went, she was in misery. She just wanted it all to end. She clutched the knife, still stained with Clyde’s blood, and cut her own wrists…….
“Is…..this Heaven?” she wondered, “Or Hell?” “I see you still breath. Wonderful.” Gladys eyes shot open. She was not dead, but laying on the floor of a Japanese style bed room. A handsome man, perhaps in thirties, sat next to her. “My name is Douglass. Welcome to my island.” For the next few days the mystery man Douglass interrogated her about her life and how she came to be on the island. He listened intensively as she told him about Aunt Carol, her son Daryl, losing them both, living in a trashcan for an entire year, being adopted by Clyde, being forced to marry Clyde when she turned eighteen, and finally her murdering that same man once finding out the truth about him. Well she planned on killing him and running away anyway, but seeing him with another woman put her over the edge. “So you killed a man, eh? How did it feel?” “……Good.”
As it turns out Douglass was a master assassin and this island was the secret headquarters of a group assassins known as Yamata no Orochi. He offered Gladys a home here, but she first she must agree to being his pupil. Gladys wasn’t sure about that. Killing Clyde was one thing, but other people, that’s another. Still Gladys had no place to go and she felt that Douglass was a kind man so she accepted his offer. The training was hard and tedious at first, but Gladys came to enjoy it, especially since it meant spending time Douglass. She thought she might be falling in love with him.
Gladys wasn’t Douglass’ only protégé. There was another young woman, her name Mavis. The two didn’t get along first, both competing for Master Douglass’ attention, but they eventually became good friends. Five years passed since Gladys first arrived on that island. In that window of time, Gladys became a deadly tool of assassination and it was finally time for her to leave the nest. Gladys and Douglass shared a passionate goodbye, their romance had escalated over the years, and she was one her way.
Twenty years she worked for the Guild, under the codename "Stiletto Hummingbird." Day after day, target after target - she loved every minute. Finally she was happy! She still saw Douglass from time to time, he was her handler after all, and Mavis was still her friend, they even went on jobs together. After twenty years she felt her body wasn’t quite up to the task anymore and decided to retire. It was a hard decision, but she wasn’t quite the spring chicken she used to be. She thought maybe she could raise a family. Marry someone who’s not an asswhole and have kids. That was put on hold and when she learned Mavis had been captured.
Gladys infiltrated the base of some secret terrorist organization where she learned Mavis was being held. She cut her way through armed guards until she reached a laboratory. “Mavis!” she yelled, “It’s me Gladys! Where are you?! You bastards! If you hurt her I swear….” “Momma?” Gladys was surprised not to find Mavis, but a little girl. She get the approaching thunder of a entire battalion - she had to make her escape. She couldn’t save Mavis, but she could at least save the little girl. She and the girl escaped through the ventilation system, but Gladys felt crummy at the thought that her best friend was still in there, somewhere.
The little girl, who was about five years old, had no memory of her time before waking up in the lab. Gladys tried using the vast information network belonging to the Guild, but she could not find the girl’s parents. So what Gladys did was name her Mavis after her supposedly dead best friend and raise her as her own. The two lived in New York City until Mavis was old enough to live on her own. She went to law school and married a classmate. Finally after Gladys had recently turned sixty, Mavis had a baby of her own that she named Mercy.
That’s when it happened. Gladys received a phone call one night telling her Mercy was gone. Someone had walked right into the hospital and stolen her from the maternity ward. Two nurses had been found dead. Mavis was in shock. Gladys vowed to find whoever did this and force feed them their own intestines. Her journey had begun and before she know it nine years had passed without little Mercy.
OOC Stuff
Anything Else: 1920's slang (for your convenience)
Sample RP: There she was just a-walkin' down the street, singin’ “do-wah diddy-diddy dum diddy-do.” Snappin' her fingers and shufflin' her feet, singin’ “do-wah diddy-diddy dum diddy-do.” Gladys Lovegood felt good, better than she had felt in years. She looked good, looked good. She looked fine, looked fine. She looked good, she looked fine. And I nearly lost my mind. Why was she feeling so good and so fine? Had she finally completed her nine year long quest? Had she found what she had been looking for? Not yet. She had nearly lost all hope, but thanks to the Gaia Memory she carried in her purse - the lantern of hope was burnin’ bright.
“What are you so giddy bout, old bag?” snorts a hoodlum stepping from the shadows.
“None of your damn beeswax, now dry up drugstore cowboy - mama’s not in the mood for you tonight.”
“What the f*** you sayin to me, bitch?” The hoodlum shows her his pistol and not the fun kind.
“You better back off jack. You’re not hardboiled enough to take me on.” She reaches into her purse and grasps the Memory. Years ago she could have tore this guy to pieces without any trying, but she was getting old. She could hardly pick up a sword anymore, let alone kill some stupid thug. But that’s all gonna change - as soon as she presses the button. She felt a surge of power rush throughout her body. Ecstasy! She never felt this good before, not even when Douglass made sweet love to her!
TRICERATOPS
“AAAAGGGHHH! MONSTER!” The hoodlum drops his gun and runs crying.
Gladys the Triceratops monster laughs, “Don’t be such a wet blanket kid! I thought we were gonna have some fun! Talk about comin‘ and going too early. HAHAHA!” She presses the button again and returns to her normal state - not quite. She feels strong - like she could take on the world. She might have to do just that to get her granddaughter back.
