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automatonfuture { WINIFRED "FRED" BURKLE "you're evitable" I must become a lion hearted girl Ready for a fight, before I make the final sacrifice | |
NAME: Kimmie CURRENT AGE: 22 OTHER CHARACTERS IN AUTO: n/a | FULL NAME: Winifred Burkle NICKNAMES: Fred CANON: Angel CURRENT AGE: ~25 MUTATION: Sympathizer CANON POINT: Season Three, post-Pylea CAPTURE POINT: The Hyperion CHARACTER JOURNAL: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small} aintnorainHMD/CRIT POST: here RUNDOWN OF STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: By all recognizable traits and even DNA tests, Fred is just your standard human. But she really isn't. While she was born to two normal humans, Fred is a genius. Her intelligence is widespread; she knows technology, engineering, physics, and even math equations that are beyond the human grasp. Her main expertise is physics though through the years she's been able to incorporate it with the supernatural, such as opening portals to other dimensions and corporealizing Spike, a dead vampire at the time. Fred is currently the head of Wolfram and Hart's Science Division. She's also skilled in mêlée weaponry, most often seen with a lightweight axe. She can fire a gun and crossbow. Despite her size, she's not a half bad fighter, taking out several vampires. From her time in a hell dimension, Fred has also acquired excellent survival skills. She knows how to forage, hunt, and build an adequate living space. No one can beat Fred at hide and go seek. ANY OTHER IMPORTANT INFO: |
Five Examples of Your Playing Style RP Examples [ Siren's Pull ] : Peter Petrelli had in game told Fred that he'd seen that her memory was messed with. Fred seeks answers. [ PSL ] : Fred has been trapped in a Supernatural Alternate Universe wherein she's developed emotional feelings for the fallen angel. [ Bullets in a Bible ] : In a post apocalyptic world, Fred happens upon Lucifer unknowingly. [ Dear Mun ] : Fred complaining about a potential game that fell through and a verse in which she was tortured. [ PSL ] : Once upon a time, I had this verse that involved this big bad ass vampire who was super fly and took a liking to a nerdy girl with pigtails. He gave her cookies. | |
The Pain in the Ass Post Verse Post Her cell gave no leeway to light. Maybe it was morning? But then how could one differentiate when the nightmares brought on were just as dark as night itself, even when sleep was nearly a commodity. This place held no light. Not really. Not when everything seemed so bleak being stuck in these four walls. It'd become a cave, only she couldn't escape it, couldn't break from these confines. Perhaps it'd always been a cave though. She scrawled on the walls. It had that similar earthy smell mixed with fear. Fred was in the corner, squatting. She was incoherently muttering. "...rapid exponential expansion of the early universe by a factor of at least 1078 in volume, driven by a negative-pressure vacuum energy density. The derivative of the speed of light squared is equal to the negative quantity of one minus the radioactivity multiplied by the radius squared and then multiplied by the derivative of time squared and its quantity plus one over one minus the radioactivity multiplied by the radius multiplied by the derivative, according to de Sitter Space which means there has to be a vacuum in space at a cosmological constant." She scribbled the equation down on the wall again before she realized her hands were bleeding, skin grating against the concrete walls. Fred's round eyes watched as the blood seemingly dripped from the tips. Curling her fingers into fists, she shuddered. She just now realized she was cold. Flood lightly pooled at her hands. 'At least it was something to write with.' She thought. Blood. What a useful thing. Suddenly Fred woke with a start. She put a hand to her head and looked down at her hands, confirming that she wasn't bleeding. It was another nightmare, a fear of her very real fear. Her cell becoming Pylea, herself reverting to what she was. Swallowing hard, Fred ran a hand through her matted pigtails and tried to regain her sense of self. But was it really likely in a place like this? But she had to try. She had to keep fighting. She watched humans being rounded up and slaughtered in Pylea. She had to lose herself to survive. Not here, not again. Taking a slow breath, the tiny brunette laid back and stared at the ceiling. Chances of sleep were slim now. She only hoped wherever Angel, Wesley, Charles, and Cordy were that they were safe. It might not be much, but it's what she was holding on to. That and the few allies she'd come to depend on here. This was not Pylea. This was not going to be Pylea. | |
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