Casey Winchester
Lauren Hemmingway
Rebecca Mosley
Intro(s):
1. It was around midday as a prison van rolled up through the front gates. It parked just outside the prison and a guard hopped out of the passenger seat, walking to the back door and opening it before shouting for the newly arrived inmates to get out of the van. The last girl to get out was a tall brunette who nibbled at the inside of her cheek out of habit. The guard led the group into the jail and led them straight to the prison cafeteria, their orange jumpsuits stuck out from the plain brown attire of the other inmates. The brunette fell into line along with the others to get food, her dark gaze scanning the place and falling on you as she folded her arms across her chest.
1. It was around midday as a prison van rolled up through the front gates. It parked just outside the prison and a guard hopped out of the passenger seat, walking to the back door and opening it before shouting for the newly arrived inmates to get out of the van. The last girl to get out was a tall brunette who nibbled at the inside of her cheek out of habit. The guard led the group into the jail and led them straight to the prison cafeteria, their orange jumpsuits stuck out from the plain brown attire of the other inmates. The brunette fell into line along with the others to get food, her dark gaze scanning the place and falling on you as she folded her arms across her chest.
Eleanor Wadsworth
Mannerisms and Back-story:
Current Roleplays: N/A
Current Roleplays: N/A
Amelia Henderson
Intro(s):
1. It was the start of a new day, inmates rolled out of bed groggily. Some gathered their shower bags and towels and headed to the bathrooms to shower. The few guards who had the night shift were getting ready to leave as the guards for the day shift entered along with a new face. She had brown hair that was pulled back into a tight bun, her green eyes that were heavily lined by black eyeliner scanned the inmates as they passed with her arms crossed over her painted red lips pressed together. She started backing up, bumping into you "Watch where you're going inmate!" she barked, though she was short she had a big attitude to make up for it.
1. It was the start of a new day, inmates rolled out of bed groggily. Some gathered their shower bags and towels and headed to the bathrooms to shower. The few guards who had the night shift were getting ready to leave as the guards for the day shift entered along with a new face. She had brown hair that was pulled back into a tight bun, her green eyes that were heavily lined by black eyeliner scanned the inmates as they passed with her arms crossed over her painted red lips pressed together. She started backing up, bumping into you "Watch where you're going inmate!" she barked, though she was short she had a big attitude to make up for it.
Name: Amelia Henderson
Sex: female Species: Human Age: 20 Birthday: September 4th, 1993 Orientation: Lesbian Relationship Status: Single Family: Niece of the prison's warden, doesn't talk about parents Occupation: Correctional Officer Appearance: Amelia is a short 5'4" with a thin build. She has medium length brown hair (though it's natural color was black) that is only up when at work or the rare occasions she dresses up and green-blue eyes that change according to what she wears. Her usual make-up consists of red lipstick, thick upper lid black eyeliner, a thin line of eyeliner along her bottom waterline, a bit of mascara on both lower and upper eyelashes, and occasionally dark eye shadow. Amelia also has many tattoos lining her arms that she enjoys to show off and usually responds "because I like them," to questions regarding them. Most importantly, she has dragon holding a banner that has the initials C.H. on her right wrist that just barely pokes out from her officer uniform. Outside of work, she will usually be wearing a tank-top and jeans with combat boots along with her favorite silver nose ring. She also constantly wears a a locket with a picture of her deceased sister in it, along with the initials C.H. on them. |
Mannerisms and Back-story: Amelia was born in the small town Brooklin, Maine to Harold and Mary Henderson. Population: 800. She was home schooled along with her sister Cecilia (born in 2000, year of the dragon in the Chinese New Year) until the age fifteen. Since her sister was her only friend at the time, she was generally shy mannered and very sensitive though she had a rebellious side in which she would steal pastries and beer from neighbors during restless nights when she wasn't babysitting local families. When her sister passed at nine years old due to a car accident, her life made a turn for the worse resulting with her parents' violent divorce and her emancipation from her parents. With the money she had saved from babysitting (originally college funds), she moved to New York City at the age of sixteen. She signed herself up for a mediocre public high school, living on the streets for a few months before she scrapped together enough money from working at a music store to get a small apartment that she still lives at today. By the end of her high school career as a C average student, she had forced herself from her shy shell and had formed a hard protective wall in front of her emotions. She rarely cries and is labeled with a "no-care"or "hot head" attitude depending on the day. After she was rejected from the military due to drug use and unable to pay for college, her uncle convinced her to be a correctional officer at the prison he works at as the warden to desperately keep her in line. She now sticks to only smoking cigarettes and often seen wigging whisky from a flask outside of work,
Current Roleplays: TheBadStreetBoys
Current Roleplays: TheBadStreetBoys
Regardless of her "no care" attitude, she prefers to keep her apartment extremely clean (cleaning eases her mind almost as much as her addictions). Not shown in this picture, there is a small television and a dresser with a few books in alphabetical order that are squeezed between bookends. In the kitchen, there is a small wooden table against the wall that is surrounded by three wooden chairs. The counters are as neat as they can get, and the few door-less cabinets have a small variety of cereal, canned food, bags of chips, and poptarts. Amelia uses paper plates, bowls, and utensils since she hates doing the dishes. The fridge only holds a pack of beer and the nightstand has a few bottles of whisky and packs of cigarettes.
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Amelia's car is a black 1995 chevy camaro that her uncle passed down to her for her graduation present. The car smells heavily of cigarettes regardless of the air freshener that hands on the front mirror. The doors creak open and shut and tends to not always start, but when it does the engine groans and occasionally rattles. Though it's glory days have passed, Amelia keeps the outside looking nice
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