Post by Tina Majors on Jul 17, 2009 20:19:35 GMT -6
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Name: Tina Majors
Age: 23
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 125 lbs.
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: brown
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: April 6, 1900
Place of Birth: Sheffield, England
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin:Michael and Sarah (parents), Thomas and Peter (brothers, deceased)
Physical Description: A 24 year old girl from Sheffield, Tina is 5’5” tall, slender but muscular. Medium brown hair, chin length, with bright blue eyes. "Slender as a whip" as her father called her. She had to haul milk cans and help birth the calves with her father, so she is strong, but wiry. A trim hourglass figure, but with her hair in her cap, looking from behind, you might mistake her for one of the guys.
Personality: Tina is a sweet girl that grew up with the love of her family surrounding her. She threw herself into helping her father on the farm to help make up for her brothers going off to war. When she heard that her brothers were killed, her heart broke. She was only 17. She didn't like the war and never wanted her brothers to go. But she was fiercely proud that they chose to defend her beloved England. Having had to do her brothers' work on the farm, she has come to realize that women can do things that men can do. She is determined to see what else she can do.
Medical History:
Classification: Civilian
Sub-Class:British
Money: $75.00-63.00-$6.95 = $5.05
Occupation:Dairy Farm
Personal History: As the youngest child of 3, she lived and worked on the dairy farm owned by her father. Her two older brothers were in the war, but both perished in the fighting. Her father taught her and her brothers how to hunt. This came in handy during the hard times during the war with low food supplies. To save money, her father and brothers packed their own ammunition. Tina picked up on this as well. It was not uncommon for her to bring home game for dinner during the colder months. One winter, the wolves had trouble finding game, and so started attacking the livestock. Tina took her turn hunting the wary predators. That winter she was rewarded with the pelts of her hunting and she had a warm wolf pelt coat. She has to learn to be stealthy to track the wolves with such skill.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Survival
Mastered Skills:Fire Arms
Superior Skills:Land Navigation
Minor Skills:Free running
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Courage
Mastered Abilities:Observation
Superior Abilities:Athletics
Minor Abilities:Speed
Sample Post:I was worried about her brothers, Tommy and Pete. The war was getting worse and she had not heard from them in a month. They were in separate companies, but in the same area, the last she had heard.
Thursday morning, the officer from the army came with a telegram. Mum was in the kitchen, Dad and I were in the barn with the cows. We heard the motor, but thought it was just someone come to buy milk or cheese. Then we heard Mum cry out. We looked at each other for a split second, and then we were both running for the house.
Mum was sitting in the overstuffed chair in the parlor. No, she wasn’t sitting, she was slumped in the chair. I knew something was terribly wrong. I ran to Mum, crying her name. Dad spoke to the man standing in the parlor. He said Mum fainted and he helped her into the chair.
The telegram was on the floor by Mum’s feet. I picked it up. “Oh God! NO!” I screamed. Dad turned around. He saw the look on my face and the paper in my hand. I was frozen looking at that paper. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Dad came and took the paper, scanned it quickly, then drew me up and set me on the davenport. I looked up at Dad. “Not both. Not both Tommy and Petey.” I whispered, my voice no louder than the spray of milk into a bucket.
The officer spoke with Dad a bit longer, but I didn’t hear the words. All I could hear was my own heartbeat, thumping in my ears. The telegram said that the two companies my brothers were in had been on the same battlefield. The day was won by the British, but many had died, my two big brothers among them.
Mum moaned and my head snapped up, tears streaming down my face. She was waking up. I went and knelt by the chair. She opened her eyes and looked in my face. My tears brought the horror back to her. “No,” she wailed and fell into my arms. We cried together as Dad showed the officer the door. When he came back, he knelt on the other side of Mum and held us both as we mourned our loss together.
Name: Tina Majors
Age: 23
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 125 lbs.
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: brown
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: April 6, 1900
Place of Birth: Sheffield, England
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin:Michael and Sarah (parents), Thomas and Peter (brothers, deceased)
Physical Description: A 24 year old girl from Sheffield, Tina is 5’5” tall, slender but muscular. Medium brown hair, chin length, with bright blue eyes. "Slender as a whip" as her father called her. She had to haul milk cans and help birth the calves with her father, so she is strong, but wiry. A trim hourglass figure, but with her hair in her cap, looking from behind, you might mistake her for one of the guys.
Personality: Tina is a sweet girl that grew up with the love of her family surrounding her. She threw herself into helping her father on the farm to help make up for her brothers going off to war. When she heard that her brothers were killed, her heart broke. She was only 17. She didn't like the war and never wanted her brothers to go. But she was fiercely proud that they chose to defend her beloved England. Having had to do her brothers' work on the farm, she has come to realize that women can do things that men can do. She is determined to see what else she can do.
Medical History:
Classification: Civilian
Sub-Class:British
Money: $75.00-63.00-$6.95 = $5.05
Occupation:Dairy Farm
Personal History: As the youngest child of 3, she lived and worked on the dairy farm owned by her father. Her two older brothers were in the war, but both perished in the fighting. Her father taught her and her brothers how to hunt. This came in handy during the hard times during the war with low food supplies. To save money, her father and brothers packed their own ammunition. Tina picked up on this as well. It was not uncommon for her to bring home game for dinner during the colder months. One winter, the wolves had trouble finding game, and so started attacking the livestock. Tina took her turn hunting the wary predators. That winter she was rewarded with the pelts of her hunting and she had a warm wolf pelt coat. She has to learn to be stealthy to track the wolves with such skill.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Survival
Mastered Skills:Fire Arms
Superior Skills:Land Navigation
Minor Skills:Free running
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Courage
Mastered Abilities:Observation
Superior Abilities:Athletics
Minor Abilities:Speed
Sample Post:I was worried about her brothers, Tommy and Pete. The war was getting worse and she had not heard from them in a month. They were in separate companies, but in the same area, the last she had heard.
Thursday morning, the officer from the army came with a telegram. Mum was in the kitchen, Dad and I were in the barn with the cows. We heard the motor, but thought it was just someone come to buy milk or cheese. Then we heard Mum cry out. We looked at each other for a split second, and then we were both running for the house.
Mum was sitting in the overstuffed chair in the parlor. No, she wasn’t sitting, she was slumped in the chair. I knew something was terribly wrong. I ran to Mum, crying her name. Dad spoke to the man standing in the parlor. He said Mum fainted and he helped her into the chair.
The telegram was on the floor by Mum’s feet. I picked it up. “Oh God! NO!” I screamed. Dad turned around. He saw the look on my face and the paper in my hand. I was frozen looking at that paper. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Dad came and took the paper, scanned it quickly, then drew me up and set me on the davenport. I looked up at Dad. “Not both. Not both Tommy and Petey.” I whispered, my voice no louder than the spray of milk into a bucket.
The officer spoke with Dad a bit longer, but I didn’t hear the words. All I could hear was my own heartbeat, thumping in my ears. The telegram said that the two companies my brothers were in had been on the same battlefield. The day was won by the British, but many had died, my two big brothers among them.
Mum moaned and my head snapped up, tears streaming down my face. She was waking up. I went and knelt by the chair. She opened her eyes and looked in my face. My tears brought the horror back to her. “No,” she wailed and fell into my arms. We cried together as Dad showed the officer the door. When he came back, he knelt on the other side of Mum and held us both as we mourned our loss together.
