Post by Elle on Jan 2, 2015 0:11:40 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname: Elle
Profile URL: 3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?userid=319046
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Model / Actor's name: Claudia Lynx
Name: Talia al Ghul
Alter Ego: Daughter of the Demon
Age: 25-35
Birthday: May 4th 1983 (Note: I picked her birthday based on the fact that the first comic to appear with Talia in was printed in May 1973 and it was issue 411.)
Alignment: Neutral
Height: 173cm
Weight: 64kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Physique: An athletic frame hidden underneath an attractive figure, not overly muscular, but clearly capable of taking care of herself.
Training: An expert marksman, she is capable with most guns, including handguns, semi-automatics, rifles and shotguns. She is also an accomplished swordsman, her training with the LOA included mostly working with bladed weapons. She is also an Olympic level athelete, and trained in many forms of martial arts and self defense. Talia is also a savvy and well trained businesswoman.
Equipment: Talia tends to only carry the equipment she will need, when she needs it. Mostly bladed weapons (including but not limited to, Daggers, Hidden Blades, Swords (normally either a Saif or a Shamshir)) and/or guns (including, but again, not limited to dual Caracal pistols, AKM-63, Winchester Model 1892, Benelli M3 Convertible Semi-Auto Pump Shotgun.)
Description
Appearance: Talia dresses appropriately for any occasion. On missions, her clothing is practical, tight but with enough flexibility to allow proper movement, and always in black. In the boardroom, she tends to favour neutral colours, leaning away from blacks to more navy blues (a colour associated with trust) two piece, well tailored suits, usually teamed with yellow hued silk shirts, a deliberate move to appeal to both men and women when in a business setting. Outside of this, you can find Talia in outfits that range from simple khakis with a button up shirt to perfectly fitted cocktail dresses depending entirely on the situation. No matter what her outfit, Talia herself is always perfectly made up, almost to the point of perfection, she keeps herself well groomed and maintains both a professional and beautiful appearance all at the same time.
Personality: Loyal, a romantic, strong willed and determined. Merciful but can be ruthless if needed. A poetic soul underneath it all.
Significant relationships
Batman/Bruce Wayne - Beloved. Bruce is the man that Talia loves above all others, she has spent a long time being conflicted between her love for him and her loyalty to her father, but no matter what, she will always have a place in her heart for her Beloved. Batman is the physical mask that her Beloved wears so he can become the man that Talia knows he truly is. On the other side of the coin, Wayne is the emotional mask her Beloved wears in public, so that no-one will ever connect the two. But no matter which mask he wears, she still loves him.
Damian Wayne - Son. Damian was left behind with Nyssa when Talia fled the LOA. Having only known her son for such a short amount of time before he was taken from her, Talia is yet to form a bond with him, but over time, she hopes to see and get to know the son of her and her Beloved.
Ra's al Ghul - Father and mentor. Talia's relationship with her father can be charitably called complicated. Overprotective of her at first, he eventually grew to trust her enough, after she demonstrated just how competent she could be, to let her take over his business dealings, despite his feelings about her gender. Her trainer and mentor as well as her father, Talia still believes what he does is right and for the best, but tries not to let her own actions be the shadows of the actions he takes.
Nyssa Raatko- Half sister. Nyssa is Talia's much older half sister. The two of them both want to be trusted by their father, fostering a sense of competition between the two. When she made her decision to leave the LOA, Talia made the difficult decision to leave her son, Damian, behind, in the care of her half sister. Whilst she might not trust her implicitly, she trusts her enough to leave her only son behind with her.
Audition post
Of all the places she could have picked to hide out, Talia had to agree, that this one was definitely one of the ones with the best view. The nights were warm, almost unseasonably so for Paris at this time of year. Standing on a balcony, looking out over the lights of the city, she leaned against the railing of the balcony, watching the people below her coming and going. The sounds of the city at night were a different beast to the ciy during the day, more laughter, the distant wailing of sirens, the soft thumping of music coming from passing cars and thudding out of nightclubs when their doors opened to spill out more people into the night. It was a busy night on the Rue de Sèvres, tourists of all backgrounds and nationalities making their way from their apartments and hotels to metro station in order to see the Eiffel Tower up close at night. In the background of her peripheral vision, the television set was glowing softly, set to a low volume as a news reporter spoke in French, the occasional word hitting her ears as the report flowed from the news of the day to the weather.
"...Poursuivant notre temps anormalement chaud Septembre, les températures vont monter en flèche à un sommet de vingt-neuf degrés demain après-midi, avec un changement fraîche attendue plus tard dans la soirée. Si nous regardons autour le reste du pays, nous pouvons voir..."
The wind picked up a little, stirring the curtains behind her as it whipped at her dark hair. Brushing the loose strands from her face, Talia pushed herself up from the railing and turned back to the small apartment she had been calling home. For the time being at least. An unfinished painting sat on an easel to her left as she pulled the balcony doors closed, shutting out the sounds of the city at night as the curtains settled once more over the glass, blocking prying eyes that she was sure would be coming to find her. Maybe. Habit and self preservation made her click the lock shut on the doors before making her way to the front door on the other side of the apartment to check the lock there as well. It was still locked, a comfort, but she knew mere locks wouldn't stop people if they wanted to find her. Especially the sort of people who would come looking for her.
Assuming they would come and look for her. Wouldn't they just leave her alone and let her have her own life? After she'd given up so much to be able to leave... A hand travelled down to rest on her stomach, a melancholy look in her eyes for a moment as she looked at the door again. Would it be worth it to go back? Just so she could-
Keep your mind on other things. Find something to do to distract yourself. Work on your painting.
Talia's inner voice chided her for letting herself get distracted by momentary fear and regret. Glancing towards the easel beside the balcony doors, she tilted her head a touch as she tried to remember the exact approach she was taking with this piece. The art classes she had been taking were small affairs, four to five students in the class, with a teacher who spoke English with the heaviest accent possible that made Talia sure he was laying it on that thick on purpose. This week however, they were studying the Cubist movement, Picasso, Braque, Lèger and the like, but Talia had taken a particular liking to Juan Gris, his lines and use of colour were some of the best that Talia had ever seen. Her piece however, was proving to be something of a disappointment to her.
Taking a seat on the stool in front of the easel, she leaned over to check the paints on her pallet were still wet, touching each colour lightly with the edge of her finger. Picking up her brush, she slid it through the slick blue oil paint, coating the fibres of the tip as she held it up to the canvas and kept her hand there. Staring at the half finished painting, she was almost willing it to tell her where the next stroke needed to be. Closing her eyes after what felt like an eternity of staring at the lifeless oil streaked across the canvas, she murmured a single word under her breath softly and let the memories open up in her mind like rose petals facing the sun.
...Stolen night together, but knowing that this is what was meant to be. Such strength in him, not just physical with the tautness of his muscles and the way he held her so tightly, but strength of heart with how he kissed her, with how gentle that tight grip on her was, and strength of mind with his words, with how he shared his thoughts with her. How she'd known since he saved her that his were the arms she wanted to lie in for the rest of eternity, that his were the only eyes she wanted to look in, that his voice was the only one she wanted to hear the words 'I love you' from. Not just because her father had desired it to be so, but because she desired it to be so. Because he was her...
"Beloved..." She murmured the word softly once more as she opened her eyes and looked at the canvas. Smiling softly to herself, the Daughter of the Demon began to paint once more, another lover in the city of Paris, sitting alone and dreaming of what could be as she tried to leave her past behind. But somewhere, softly, in the back of her mind, she knew that you could never, truly, escape your past. Or your fate.
Player Nickname: Elle
Profile URL: 3.roleplaychat.org/profile.php?userid=319046
Do you want other role players to give you feed back?: Sure, why not.
Model / Actor's name: Claudia Lynx
Name: Talia al Ghul
Alter Ego: Daughter of the Demon
Age: 25-35
Birthday: May 4th 1983 (Note: I picked her birthday based on the fact that the first comic to appear with Talia in was printed in May 1973 and it was issue 411.)
Alignment: Neutral
Height: 173cm
Weight: 64kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Physique: An athletic frame hidden underneath an attractive figure, not overly muscular, but clearly capable of taking care of herself.
Training: An expert marksman, she is capable with most guns, including handguns, semi-automatics, rifles and shotguns. She is also an accomplished swordsman, her training with the LOA included mostly working with bladed weapons. She is also an Olympic level athelete, and trained in many forms of martial arts and self defense. Talia is also a savvy and well trained businesswoman.
Equipment: Talia tends to only carry the equipment she will need, when she needs it. Mostly bladed weapons (including but not limited to, Daggers, Hidden Blades, Swords (normally either a Saif or a Shamshir)) and/or guns (including, but again, not limited to dual Caracal pistols, AKM-63, Winchester Model 1892, Benelli M3 Convertible Semi-Auto Pump Shotgun.)
Description
Appearance: Talia dresses appropriately for any occasion. On missions, her clothing is practical, tight but with enough flexibility to allow proper movement, and always in black. In the boardroom, she tends to favour neutral colours, leaning away from blacks to more navy blues (a colour associated with trust) two piece, well tailored suits, usually teamed with yellow hued silk shirts, a deliberate move to appeal to both men and women when in a business setting. Outside of this, you can find Talia in outfits that range from simple khakis with a button up shirt to perfectly fitted cocktail dresses depending entirely on the situation. No matter what her outfit, Talia herself is always perfectly made up, almost to the point of perfection, she keeps herself well groomed and maintains both a professional and beautiful appearance all at the same time.
Personality: Loyal, a romantic, strong willed and determined. Merciful but can be ruthless if needed. A poetic soul underneath it all.
Significant relationships
Batman/Bruce Wayne - Beloved. Bruce is the man that Talia loves above all others, she has spent a long time being conflicted between her love for him and her loyalty to her father, but no matter what, she will always have a place in her heart for her Beloved. Batman is the physical mask that her Beloved wears so he can become the man that Talia knows he truly is. On the other side of the coin, Wayne is the emotional mask her Beloved wears in public, so that no-one will ever connect the two. But no matter which mask he wears, she still loves him.
Damian Wayne - Son. Damian was left behind with Nyssa when Talia fled the LOA. Having only known her son for such a short amount of time before he was taken from her, Talia is yet to form a bond with him, but over time, she hopes to see and get to know the son of her and her Beloved.
Ra's al Ghul - Father and mentor. Talia's relationship with her father can be charitably called complicated. Overprotective of her at first, he eventually grew to trust her enough, after she demonstrated just how competent she could be, to let her take over his business dealings, despite his feelings about her gender. Her trainer and mentor as well as her father, Talia still believes what he does is right and for the best, but tries not to let her own actions be the shadows of the actions he takes.
Nyssa Raatko- Half sister. Nyssa is Talia's much older half sister. The two of them both want to be trusted by their father, fostering a sense of competition between the two. When she made her decision to leave the LOA, Talia made the difficult decision to leave her son, Damian, behind, in the care of her half sister. Whilst she might not trust her implicitly, she trusts her enough to leave her only son behind with her.
Audition post
Of all the places she could have picked to hide out, Talia had to agree, that this one was definitely one of the ones with the best view. The nights were warm, almost unseasonably so for Paris at this time of year. Standing on a balcony, looking out over the lights of the city, she leaned against the railing of the balcony, watching the people below her coming and going. The sounds of the city at night were a different beast to the ciy during the day, more laughter, the distant wailing of sirens, the soft thumping of music coming from passing cars and thudding out of nightclubs when their doors opened to spill out more people into the night. It was a busy night on the Rue de Sèvres, tourists of all backgrounds and nationalities making their way from their apartments and hotels to metro station in order to see the Eiffel Tower up close at night. In the background of her peripheral vision, the television set was glowing softly, set to a low volume as a news reporter spoke in French, the occasional word hitting her ears as the report flowed from the news of the day to the weather.
"...Poursuivant notre temps anormalement chaud Septembre, les températures vont monter en flèche à un sommet de vingt-neuf degrés demain après-midi, avec un changement fraîche attendue plus tard dans la soirée. Si nous regardons autour le reste du pays, nous pouvons voir..."
The wind picked up a little, stirring the curtains behind her as it whipped at her dark hair. Brushing the loose strands from her face, Talia pushed herself up from the railing and turned back to the small apartment she had been calling home. For the time being at least. An unfinished painting sat on an easel to her left as she pulled the balcony doors closed, shutting out the sounds of the city at night as the curtains settled once more over the glass, blocking prying eyes that she was sure would be coming to find her. Maybe. Habit and self preservation made her click the lock shut on the doors before making her way to the front door on the other side of the apartment to check the lock there as well. It was still locked, a comfort, but she knew mere locks wouldn't stop people if they wanted to find her. Especially the sort of people who would come looking for her.
Assuming they would come and look for her. Wouldn't they just leave her alone and let her have her own life? After she'd given up so much to be able to leave... A hand travelled down to rest on her stomach, a melancholy look in her eyes for a moment as she looked at the door again. Would it be worth it to go back? Just so she could-
Keep your mind on other things. Find something to do to distract yourself. Work on your painting.
Talia's inner voice chided her for letting herself get distracted by momentary fear and regret. Glancing towards the easel beside the balcony doors, she tilted her head a touch as she tried to remember the exact approach she was taking with this piece. The art classes she had been taking were small affairs, four to five students in the class, with a teacher who spoke English with the heaviest accent possible that made Talia sure he was laying it on that thick on purpose. This week however, they were studying the Cubist movement, Picasso, Braque, Lèger and the like, but Talia had taken a particular liking to Juan Gris, his lines and use of colour were some of the best that Talia had ever seen. Her piece however, was proving to be something of a disappointment to her.
Taking a seat on the stool in front of the easel, she leaned over to check the paints on her pallet were still wet, touching each colour lightly with the edge of her finger. Picking up her brush, she slid it through the slick blue oil paint, coating the fibres of the tip as she held it up to the canvas and kept her hand there. Staring at the half finished painting, she was almost willing it to tell her where the next stroke needed to be. Closing her eyes after what felt like an eternity of staring at the lifeless oil streaked across the canvas, she murmured a single word under her breath softly and let the memories open up in her mind like rose petals facing the sun.
...Stolen night together, but knowing that this is what was meant to be. Such strength in him, not just physical with the tautness of his muscles and the way he held her so tightly, but strength of heart with how he kissed her, with how gentle that tight grip on her was, and strength of mind with his words, with how he shared his thoughts with her. How she'd known since he saved her that his were the arms she wanted to lie in for the rest of eternity, that his were the only eyes she wanted to look in, that his voice was the only one she wanted to hear the words 'I love you' from. Not just because her father had desired it to be so, but because she desired it to be so. Because he was her...
"Beloved..." She murmured the word softly once more as she opened her eyes and looked at the canvas. Smiling softly to herself, the Daughter of the Demon began to paint once more, another lover in the city of Paris, sitting alone and dreaming of what could be as she tried to leave her past behind. But somewhere, softly, in the back of her mind, she knew that you could never, truly, escape your past. Or your fate.
