Post by Phoebe Fisher on Jun 10, 2013 8:42:03 GMT -5
FULL NAME; Phoebe Renee Fisher
NICKNAME(S); Phee
AGE; 22
NATIONALITY; Amestrian
OCCUPATION; Amestrian State Military
MILITARY RANK; Sergeant Major
ALCHEMIST?; No
CHIMERA?; No
ABILITIES/TECHNIQUES; Basic defensive hand-to-hand combat and artillery marksmanship. Good investigative, administrative and organisational skills.
HAIR; Long blonde hair that sits just bellow her waist, with the ends of her hair being a little curly
EYES; Blue
HEIGHT/WEIGHT; 5'9" 67kg
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES; she wears glasses when dealing with paperwork/reading, but doesn't enjoy wearing them
BASIC DESCRIPTION;
Phee is pretty average in weight and height. She has long blonde hair which sits below her waist and big blue eyes that always seem to be searching for something. Her attire and appearance at work differs from her day-to-day; for example her hair would be held up in a tight bun and she would wear her military uniform. Outside of work she prefers to have her hair down and wear comfortable clothing such as sweaters, skirts and dresses. She especially loves floral patterns. Phoebe also has a pair of reading glasses which she of course uses whilst at work or whilst she is reading.
POSITIVE TRAITS; (at least 5)
- Intelligent
- Always has a thirst for knowledge
- Confident
- Passionate about her job
- Hard-working
- Compassionate at heart
- Stands up for her beliefs/morals
NEGATIVE TRAITS; (at least 5)
- Stubborn
- A strong sense of curiosity that can get the better of her
- Speaks her mind, which can make her seem a bit rude to some people
- Often unintentionally ignores people, especially if she is focused on her work
- Is a work-a-holic
- Smokes cigarettes
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW;
Phoebe is hard-working and loves her job to the point where she is deemed by her co-workers as a 'work-a-holic'. She is passionate of the things that pique her interest including Ishval, Ishvalan culture, flowers, etc. But because she is so passionate, she will often speak out against those who speak ill of these things and which can cause many to see her as rude or bossy at first glance. However; Phoebe is very compassionate at heart and really just wants to assist in making their world better.
She is also highly intelligent, good at collecting information and loves knowledge. And for some reason, loves writing reports.
PARENTS; Geoffrey Fisher (Father/Deceased), Anne Fisher (Mother/Alive)
SIBLINGS; none
OTHER RELATIVES; numerous aunts, uncles and cousins.
SPOUSE; currently none
CHILDREN; none
BASIC HISTORY;
Born and raised in Central City, to a happy Second Lieutenant Geoffrey Fisher and his wife Anne Fisher, Phoebe had an average childhood up until the Ishval Civil War. Her father was sent to the firing lines to fight, and sadly never came back. Heartbroken and widowed, Phoebe's mother raised and supported her only child as best she could. To hide her own heartbreak and anger, Phee turned to books. Day after day she would beg her mother to take her to the National Central Library so she could research all sorts of topics, just so she could keep her mind off of her father's death, and the pain it caused her mother. Eventually it turned into a 'way of life' for her and she would continue to visit the library as much as she could to satisfy this 'hunger' until the library burnt down in 1914. Phoebe was especially interested in Ishval, Ishvalans and their culture, and especially the Ishvalan Civil War - she wanted to see if there could have been a way to prevent it, so her father and many others didn't have to die. But something about the Ishvalans and their ways interested her to the point where she would later work with the military in their efforts to assist in rebuilding Ishval.
Joining the army at the age of 17, Phoebe wasn't much of a combat specialist. To be honest, she was luckily enough to pass the minimum requirements of self-defense and artillery. But for what she lacked in combat skills, she made up for it in administrative, secretarial or 'behind-the-scenes' work. She also likes to think of herself as being a bit of a detective, even if it lands her into trouble at times. For three years she worked in Central City, working within the Investigations Office/Department in Central Command as a junior office worker and administrative assistant. Her life was pretty bland since she spent most of her time at the office, and barely had a social life. It wasn't until after the incident two years ago with the Elric Brothers and 'Father' that she decided to change her career direction. Upon hearing the changes to the Ishval policy, Phoebe immediately asked to be transferred to the division working under Brigadier General Roy Mustang for the rebuilding of Ishval and assisting Ishvalans. It was eventually accepted and she now performs behind-the-scenes of the operation, providing her administrative skill set and her passion for the issue.
ALIAS; Cara/Phee
OTHER; I'll probably end up using 'phee' as my name on cbox
RP EXAMPLE;
It was the dead of night in the city of Gotham as a red-headed young woman in her 20’s took a short cut through an alley way. Not exactly the brightest idea considering Gotham’s reputation, but it was okay – she wasn’t your average girl after all. The heels of her boots echoed through the dark alley as they clicked on the cold cement, but they were soon joined by a second echo of footsteps. Noticing that she was now being followed, the woman took a quick glance over her shoulder and noticed a petty thug holding a small knife. Letting out a heavy sigh the woman glanced around the alley, looking for something as she muttered quietly to herself, “Great. An armed thief, just what I need.” After a few moments of searching the alley, she headed over to the left wall where a few almost lifeless hanging vines had grown over from the property on the other side of the wall. But just as she touched a vine, she felt an arm wrap around her torso and a knife pressed uncomfortably against her throat.
“Ok sweetheart, hand over ya bag and I might just let you leave alive.” The thug demanded. Not even seeming at all phased by the sharp knife pressed up against her jugular, the woman chuckled softly and shook her head slowly.
“You’re a complete idiot.”
“What?!” the man snarled, enraged by her comment as he pressed the blade of the knife hard against her neck.
Still not batting an eyelash, the woman continued her insults, “You must be blind as a bat, honestly. I mean I’m not even carrying a bag on me on the first place, and second of all don’t call me sweetheart okay. It’s tacky and you sound like some 50 year old woman.”
The man was all but happy about her words as he began shaking with rage, snarling like an animal, “You bit—“
But before he could continue, a thick green vine had wrapped itself tightly around his neck, which caused the thug to release the girl, as well as drop the knife as he was forcefully pulled away. Gasping for air as he struggled to free himself, the anger he once felt was replaced with fear as he stared at the woman, terrified of what would happen next.
She slowly walked over to him, a cheeky grin on her face as she lightly touched the vine with her fingertips, causing it to constrict itself even tighter. “I wouldn’t struggle if I was you,” she said laughing softly as the man continued to try to free himself from the vine’s solid grip, “You’ll be dead soon enough anyway... give or take a few minutes.”
