Post by shadowmask on Aug 9, 2017 18:03:54 GMT -5
Arlene Baker
Full Name- Arlene Baker.
Gender- Female
Age- 26
Date of Birth- October, 2, 1990.
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual.
Location- Denver, Colorado
Celebrity Claim- Belle, Camilla
What should we call you?- Jackmurdock
Play anyone else?- Jack Murdock
Have You Read the Rules?- I thought the cat was female?
Personality-
One could describe Arlene as tenacious and stubborn once she made up her mind about something. Given her job as a journalist, those tendencies are magnified a dozen times over. Unfortunately they are also coupled with her somewhat naive nature which at times had gotten her into trouble as she can be quite gullible. While not stupid, Arlene is sometimes a sucker for a convincing sob story.
Despite working for a supermarket tabloid, Arlene simply just does not have "the killer instinct" that most reporters must need in order to make it in the print media business and tries her best to keep her cheerful optimism up.
Her co-workers call her Saccharine or Saccy (pronounced "Sackey") for short because "She is so sweet, she'll give everyone next to her a diabetic shock."
Arlene has a quirky sense of humor and a taste for the wacky and weird and often gets a kick from reading various tabloids including her own paper. Oddly enough she finds the lurid articles more insightful than the so called established newspapers like the New York Times or even cable networks such as CNN.
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
Flight: Arlene has the ability by which one achieves sustained movement through the air by means that is not known as of yet. Is it because of subtle manipulation of her gravitational field, a type of telekinetic levitation or even an act by God? Arlene doesn't really know, all she knows for certain is that she can just fly.
With this ability, Arlene is capable of soaring through the skies within the atmosphere, at a height which does not generate too much air pressure to humanly survive (usually about a mile or five thousand feet give or take). Without any other abilities to sustain herself in the cold void of space and without oxygen, flying outside the atmosphere is unattainable. It is possible if unlikely that she could simply be able to fly at Supersonic (Mach 1) speeds instinctively although Arlene always prefers to fly around at "safe speeds" of at least 100 MPH or less.
As for skills, Arlene is a journalist with decent writing talent and a photographer.
Limits-
While Arlene can fly in the air, she does not have any immunity to the dangers inherent to flying quickly at high attitudes such as the cold air, friction, windburn and the lack of breathable oxygen and thus must wear protective clothing and goggles if she does have to fly faster than 100 MPH.
Appearance-
A slim pretty brunette with dark brown hair and eyes, Arlene stands at 5'8" and weighs 120 lbs. Her thick defined eyebrows and oval shaped face shows traces of her Brazilian ancestry courtesy of her great grandparents who had immigrated from South America over a century ago. While she exercises regularly, Arlene can never be regarded by anyone as athletic and with her thin body she is physically weak, unable to lift even twenty five pound weights over her head without risking a hernia.
Her fashion sense is just as strange as her humor. Depending on her budget and whims she is just as equally comfortable with wearing a Santa Claus suit, white beard and all in a interview, as well as the latest designs from France (if they were on sale that is.)
Faction- Hero.
Birthplace- Denver, Colorado.
Mother- Deborah/55/Homemaker/civilian.
Father- Stanley/60/retired roofing contractor/civilian.
Siblings- Floyd/Brother/30/roofing contractor/civilian.
Spouse / Partner- None.
Children- None.
History-
Arlene Baker was born and raised in Denver, Colorado. The daughter of a roofing company owner, it was hoped that she will carry on with the family business like her older brother, Floyd. However she set her sights for journalism after graduating from Berkeley University.
While a skilled journalist, Arlene couldn't find a steady job at any regular newspaper until finally she took a position in The Daily Standard, a supermarket tabloid. Not quite the prestigious career any college graduate would care much for but she loved it though! The bizarre articles like "Elvis Presley Is Really President Kilvanye's And Bigfoot's Secret Love Child!" or "Alien Hillbilly Truckers From Mars Wants To Marry Our Cheerleaders!", the eccentricities of the staff, the coffee in the cafeteria that tasted suspiciously like peach schnapps.... (That was her idea actually though nobody has ever complained nor had they stopped drinking the liquored coffee.)
Ah bliss. To Arlene whom her co-workers had nicknamed her Saccy, short for Saccharine because of her perky nature, it was truly a dream job and she was happy.
Until the accident.
It wasn't her fault, really. The jerk that nearly ran her over with his car was a critic of sorts. She had been investigating rumors of cow tipping and neo Nazis being involved. Not her fault that she took pictures of this guy cosplaying as a sheep along with a local prostitute dressed as Little Bo Peep. With no Nazis around, what was she supposed to do?
The man was not amused and tried to kill her but crashed into a brick wall as suddenly Arlene flew out of the way and safely landed at the top of a sixth story building.
The next morning, the editor loved her latest news article: "Sheep-Man arrested! Claims unknown person he wanted to kill can fly!"
Anything else?- Arlene also has a weekly gossip blog on the Daily Standard's online service called iSightings where she goes by the Internet name iGirl. "Because calling myself iPad is too boyish and the name is already taken. Damn trademark and copyright laws."
Sample RP-
"Jesus Christ!" Arlene swore softly to herself as the gangbanger pulled a pistol out of his jacket. She should have known that the scumbag would attempt a double cross during the interview.
The Daily Standard wasn't paying her enough for this.
"Hey, err... amigo. No need for this macho crap. I mean come on..."
"Nothing personal, Mamacita , just business."
Arlene closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. Dad was right, she should've been an interior decorator...
"FREEZE!!! HANDS IN THE AIR NOW!!!!" Came the sudden yells from several police officers who bursted into the warehouse.
Arlene quickly ducked behind some crates as the cops tackled the thug to the floor. In the confusion, no one noticed a young woman hovering thirty feet above their heads.
Well there goes my scoop. Not only that but his friends are going to think I've ratting them out. My life sucks.
