Hope Michaels

[Hope Michaels]

Name: Hope Michaels
Age: 24
Race: Human

Abilities:

• Bartending
  
• Muay Thai
  
• Judo
  
• Witty banter
  

Weaknesses:

• She’s Human
  
• Often speaks before she thinks.
  
• Wild
  
• Impulsive
  

Appearance:

Insert She’s Five foot three inches. Her body is slender and toned. Lean and muscular. Her hair is chestnut brown and falls to the middle of her back. Her eyes are brown and her skin is nicely colored. Not pasty but not too tanned.

Hope has a Tattoo on the back of her neck and a tattoo on her lower back. (pictures to come)

Hope dresses and a variety of ways. She loves her fitted jeans just as much as she loves her leather pants. She is often found wearing a pair of black combat boots. Her torso is covered in a variety of things. From mid drift baring shirts. To backless halters. Tee shirts and (husband) beaters of various colors are her general preference.

Personality:

Time was on her side. And her road to redemption has been a rocky path. She once was the bad ass fun having wild child once described as “A psychopathic superpregnant dog... [If you find her] run, flee, maybe skedaddle... As far as fighting, I'd be lucky to bruise her fist with my face... She's like this cleavagy very *friendly* person-bomb walking around 'Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked-cool, I'm five-by-five.'"

But time was good to her after her jail encounter she has turned over a new leaf. Not that she is any less “bad ass” . Now a days she is more careful and less carefree. Still as sarcastic as ever. Her witty disposition and go getter attitude she’s working hard to become the woman she’s always wanted to be deep down inside. Hope still lives dangerously and still has many of her wild ways in tact but in the process she is on a mission to be good. Knowing that it might take a million good deeds to make up for the many bad deeds she’s done she fights against herself and the temptation every day.

History:

Much of my life has been a blur. I hit eighteen and was off on the road. I wanted to travel. Wanted to go off and be free. As soon as I was legally an adult I was so out of there. But what I didn’t realize was how hard life on my own would be. I worked odd jobs. Waitressing, line cook, and finally Bartender. That’s really where my story begins.

What happened in my childhood makes no difference. It didn’t play a role in who I have become today. The only thing I can say is that I thank my parents for training me so hard and stealing my child hood away. Both of them in peek physical condition and they only wanted the same for me.

Working at the abr. I didn’t know that I was not supposed to drink every drink bought for me. The nights blurred together. I was irritable and aggravated all the time. And one day, after work. I was coming out of the bar. I got attacked. I was drunk. I didn’t see who did it. My clothes were ripped, I fought back. He was so strong. I passed out. I don’t remember.

Some one tried to help me. I put him in the hospital. I almost killed him. He pressed charges and I spent two years in jail. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I didn’t know he was trying to help me. I don’t get that drunk any more.

Now I’m in New York. Across the country and working in a bar. I’m the lead bar tender. Never met the club owner, but I’m sure I will eventually.

Other Notes:

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RP Sample: Haha that’s funny

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Face Claim: Eliza Dushku
Your Name: Jenny
Your Age: 25
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