Post by Peyton Riley on Jan 17, 2013 13:49:37 GMT -5
Player Name: Dinah
Actress' name: Ali Larter
Name: Peyton Riley
Alter Ego: Ventriloquist II and Scarface
Age: 28-34
Birthday: 1/19
Alignment: Criminal
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 132 lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Icy Blue
Physique: Curvy Hourglass figure
Major Story Arcs
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Training/Abilities:
Master Ventriloquist, Impressionist, Master Strategist
Skilled Actress and Singer, Art appreciation and creation - focus on wood working/sculpting, Well trained in matters of Etiquette and Societal functions - You can learn a lot of things from being groomed for High Society
Knowledge of Gotham City Crime Scene and Gangs, Bomb making, Sharp shooting - It's amazing what you can pick up in a crime family
Equipment:
Single shot pistol which she keeps in garter.
Scarface Mannequin which she always has with her. Scarface is armed with a real tommy gun which can be fired. Scarface is filled with explosives. Peyton can set Scarface to explode in a few seconds or when thrown.
Description
Appearance:
Often wears a Cocktail dress or Gown and high heeled stilettos. My favorite is a red shoulder-less silk gown with a high slit on one side, with red heels.
Blonde hair is kept at shoulder length and is parted so that it covers the right half of my face.
I am blind in my right eye, it has been replaced with a glass eye. There is severe scaring around the eye.
Personality:
Tough, a Survivor, a Follower, Vengeance-seeker, Flirtatious, Romantic, Confused, Lonely, Elitist, Devoted to Scarface
Romantic Interests
Thomas 'Tommy' Elliot (Hush) - Ex-boyfriend - "You have everything you've wanted Tom. Me, the money, and our way out - together." An hour after his mother's funeral he was on a jet to paris alone, without me.
Matthew Atkins - Ex-fiance - "He never judged me. I suppose that is why I fell in love with him." After my daddy put him in intensive care, he crawled into a bottle of Whiskey and never came out.
Johnny Sabatino - Ex-husband - "He resented being trapped in a loveless marriage as much as I did.. and was never shy about telling me so." He killed my daddy, and to get rid of 'deadweight' he shot me through the eye and left me for dead.
Scarface - Boyfriend - "She's my lady, Bats. You wouldn't believe how much we have in common. Candlelight dinners, walks on da beach... Oh, and we both used to be dead. Dat was a biggie."
Vehicles
Vehicle Name: 1940 Lasalle Limo
Type: Automobile
Armor type: Light armored, bullet proof glass, bullet proof privacy window
Abilities: Internal air supply, independent for front and back seats.
Sample RP
Peyton makes a disgusted face and swiftly got up on her feet as she can't help but watch Pamela, the 'mouse', get sick all over the floor, it trailing over the smaller woman's hand and wrist. It looked like the blonde wanted to get out of there now, not wanting to have to deal with a sick girl. Clutching Scarface she started to back away to the door.
Scarface pipes up as Peyton moves. "Hold it Sugar." he said, the warning clear in his voice. She freezes. "Aw, ya poor thing..." said Scarface turning to face Pamela, his voice curiously gentle and sad, even with that awful rasp to his voice. "You're just a bundle of nerves ya are. Ya go get cleaned up and Sugar will take care of the mess. Such a shame, it was lovely rug too."
Sugar makes a face, clearly not wanting to get her hands dirty. "But Scarface..." she whines.
The doll seems to struggle with rage in the blonde's arms. "Shaddup! Ya are here to do as I say! Dis mouse is in no shape to take care of such things! Show our hostess some respect!"
Sugar draws back away from the angry doll in her arms, like she is expecting to get hit. "Yes, Mr. Scarface." she says quickly and sits the doll on the couch, she rushes to the kitchen, her heels clipping along, coming back with paper towels and some dish rags. Making a face she slowly gets on her hands and knees and starts to clean up the mess.
Pamela watched the insanity in front of her grow by the minute. Until she felt the nausea rise again and she stumbled away towards the bathroom. Leaning on the wall with her clean hand, tears freely flowing as she slammed the door behind her.
Scarface growls as Sugar is on all fours trying to clean up the mess on the carpet. "What the hell do ya think yer doin', ya stupid broad?"
Sugar draws back a little scared of the doll's wrath. She blubbers, "I-I'm cleaning just as y-"
Scarface interrupts the blonde. "I know what I said!" fumes the doll. "Go find da thing we came here for!" he hisses at her, keeping his voice low so Pamela couldn't hear them from the bathroom.
Sugar quickly gets up from her cleaning and goes to the front door looking around. There is a large welsh dresser by the door. Sugar looks the dresser over, amazed by the amount of knick knacks on it, all of them perfectly alligned, lots of hiding spots too. "She is so organized, I would think it would be here..." she says to herself.
Scarface hisses, "Look in da drawer! she probably likes to keep things outta sight, she is a mouse after all."
Sugar looks at the she nods understanding and opens the drawer peeking inside. "I found them Scarface and her gun is in here too." she says picking up the keys and showing them to the puppet.
Scarface sounds pleased. "Good good, take them and the gun too. You brought the replacements right?"
Sugar pulls the gun out of the drawer and turns to the door and tries the keys, finding the house key. She then scampers to her purse and opens it. she pulls out a small box from her purse and sets it on the floor. Sugar then proceeds to quickly empty the gun into her purse. She then opens the box of blanks and loads them into the gun. She takes the house key off the key ring, tosses it in her purse and puts a new key that looks very similar to it back on the key ring. She then hurries back to the open drawer, carrying her purse and the items, and puts the keys and gun back where she found them. "There done." she says closing the drawer, holding her purse like she is ready to go.
Scarface sounds pleased. "Very good Sugar." His tone quickly changes. "Where do you think yer goin'? Finish cleanin' up her mess!" he growls.
Peyton almost whimpers but dutifully gets back on her hands and knees and cleans up the messy rug.
Actress' name: Ali Larter
Name: Peyton Riley
Alter Ego: Ventriloquist II and Scarface
Age: 28-34
Birthday: 1/19
Alignment: Criminal
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 132 lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Icy Blue
Physique: Curvy Hourglass figure
Major Story Arcs
Complete (inc. link) | In Progress (inc. link) | Planned |
| - Silence and Scars - A Hand for the Mr. A Gun for the Mrs. | - The Black List |
Training/Abilities:
Master Ventriloquist, Impressionist, Master Strategist
Skilled Actress and Singer, Art appreciation and creation - focus on wood working/sculpting, Well trained in matters of Etiquette and Societal functions - You can learn a lot of things from being groomed for High Society
Knowledge of Gotham City Crime Scene and Gangs, Bomb making, Sharp shooting - It's amazing what you can pick up in a crime family
Equipment:
Single shot pistol which she keeps in garter.
Scarface Mannequin which she always has with her. Scarface is armed with a real tommy gun which can be fired. Scarface is filled with explosives. Peyton can set Scarface to explode in a few seconds or when thrown.
Description
Appearance:
Often wears a Cocktail dress or Gown and high heeled stilettos. My favorite is a red shoulder-less silk gown with a high slit on one side, with red heels.
Blonde hair is kept at shoulder length and is parted so that it covers the right half of my face.
I am blind in my right eye, it has been replaced with a glass eye. There is severe scaring around the eye.
Personality:
Tough, a Survivor, a Follower, Vengeance-seeker, Flirtatious, Romantic, Confused, Lonely, Elitist, Devoted to Scarface
Romantic Interests
Thomas 'Tommy' Elliot (Hush) - Ex-boyfriend - "You have everything you've wanted Tom. Me, the money, and our way out - together." An hour after his mother's funeral he was on a jet to paris alone, without me.
Matthew Atkins - Ex-fiance - "He never judged me. I suppose that is why I fell in love with him." After my daddy put him in intensive care, he crawled into a bottle of Whiskey and never came out.
Johnny Sabatino - Ex-husband - "He resented being trapped in a loveless marriage as much as I did.. and was never shy about telling me so." He killed my daddy, and to get rid of 'deadweight' he shot me through the eye and left me for dead.
Scarface - Boyfriend - "She's my lady, Bats. You wouldn't believe how much we have in common. Candlelight dinners, walks on da beach... Oh, and we both used to be dead. Dat was a biggie."
Vehicles
Vehicle Name: 1940 Lasalle Limo
Type: Automobile
Armor type: Light armored, bullet proof glass, bullet proof privacy window
Abilities: Internal air supply, independent for front and back seats.
Sample RP
Peyton makes a disgusted face and swiftly got up on her feet as she can't help but watch Pamela, the 'mouse', get sick all over the floor, it trailing over the smaller woman's hand and wrist. It looked like the blonde wanted to get out of there now, not wanting to have to deal with a sick girl. Clutching Scarface she started to back away to the door.
Scarface pipes up as Peyton moves. "Hold it Sugar." he said, the warning clear in his voice. She freezes. "Aw, ya poor thing..." said Scarface turning to face Pamela, his voice curiously gentle and sad, even with that awful rasp to his voice. "You're just a bundle of nerves ya are. Ya go get cleaned up and Sugar will take care of the mess. Such a shame, it was lovely rug too."
Sugar makes a face, clearly not wanting to get her hands dirty. "But Scarface..." she whines.
The doll seems to struggle with rage in the blonde's arms. "Shaddup! Ya are here to do as I say! Dis mouse is in no shape to take care of such things! Show our hostess some respect!"
Sugar draws back away from the angry doll in her arms, like she is expecting to get hit. "Yes, Mr. Scarface." she says quickly and sits the doll on the couch, she rushes to the kitchen, her heels clipping along, coming back with paper towels and some dish rags. Making a face she slowly gets on her hands and knees and starts to clean up the mess.
Pamela watched the insanity in front of her grow by the minute. Until she felt the nausea rise again and she stumbled away towards the bathroom. Leaning on the wall with her clean hand, tears freely flowing as she slammed the door behind her.
Scarface growls as Sugar is on all fours trying to clean up the mess on the carpet. "What the hell do ya think yer doin', ya stupid broad?"
Sugar draws back a little scared of the doll's wrath. She blubbers, "I-I'm cleaning just as y-"
Scarface interrupts the blonde. "I know what I said!" fumes the doll. "Go find da thing we came here for!" he hisses at her, keeping his voice low so Pamela couldn't hear them from the bathroom.
Sugar quickly gets up from her cleaning and goes to the front door looking around. There is a large welsh dresser by the door. Sugar looks the dresser over, amazed by the amount of knick knacks on it, all of them perfectly alligned, lots of hiding spots too. "She is so organized, I would think it would be here..." she says to herself.
Scarface hisses, "Look in da drawer! she probably likes to keep things outta sight, she is a mouse after all."
Sugar looks at the she nods understanding and opens the drawer peeking inside. "I found them Scarface and her gun is in here too." she says picking up the keys and showing them to the puppet.
Scarface sounds pleased. "Good good, take them and the gun too. You brought the replacements right?"
Sugar pulls the gun out of the drawer and turns to the door and tries the keys, finding the house key. She then scampers to her purse and opens it. she pulls out a small box from her purse and sets it on the floor. Sugar then proceeds to quickly empty the gun into her purse. She then opens the box of blanks and loads them into the gun. She takes the house key off the key ring, tosses it in her purse and puts a new key that looks very similar to it back on the key ring. She then hurries back to the open drawer, carrying her purse and the items, and puts the keys and gun back where she found them. "There done." she says closing the drawer, holding her purse like she is ready to go.
Scarface sounds pleased. "Very good Sugar." His tone quickly changes. "Where do you think yer goin'? Finish cleanin' up her mess!" he growls.
Peyton almost whimpers but dutifully gets back on her hands and knees and cleans up the messy rug.
