Post by ►corona, corona on Sept 26, 2012 6:01:44 GMT -5
[ corona bellburn kraven ]
female / 3rd august, 22 / part-time barista
nicknames; coro, rona, bell, coco
with Rundas
female / 3rd august, 22 / part-time barista
nicknames; coro, rona, bell, coco
with Rundas
* father; Hugo Kraven - deceased.
* mother; Patricia Kraven - deceased.
* notable friends; Mr Scarborough Fair (Mr Biscuit)
* height at 5'5", smallish with an average build
* black hair, usually shoulder length; straight hair but it curls at the end
* black eyes, bright and sometimes glaring
* often in tank tops, tees and hoodies
* often in pants and jeans, for parkour needs
* often in sneakers or sandals
* has a star necklace, called it a good luck charm
* likes wearing arm warmers, especially on hits
* often with black and green headphones
* likes to wear (fake) glasses on occasion
* cheery and childish most of the time, can be patient
* doesn't really act her age, unless the occasion calls for it
* focused on her tasks, often gets carried away while doing them
* can be ridiculously persistant at times
* afraid of the dark, tends to get paranoid after
* tired most of the time, likes her sleep
* loves the heights, being around people and music
* hates the dark and getting surprised
* prefers distance than close combat, due to her feeble strength
* won't go down without a fight, improvision is her game
* knows and practices a fair bit of parkour on spare times
* owns two recurve bows; one wooden (Rueburn), one metal (Carrick)
* owns aluminum arrows for the bows, fletched green and black
* arrows have removable tips, can be filled with poisons or chemicals if needed
* handy with chemicals and poisons, often creating them from homemade things
* owns a monocular built for hunting, usually brought out with her bows
* owns a x26 taser, but uses it rarely, unless she has to
Corona had a pretty normal childhood, she grew up in Duplicity. Both her parents were scientists, working on the 'next best thing that'll benefit the world'. Often telling her and showing her their work, explaining the engineering and sciences behind it. But of course, she didn't really care much for it. It didn't concern her. Her father was a bit of a hunter, hunting with bows and arrows instead of guns. He had brought Corona out hunting often when she was very young. Then she got obsessed once she had received her first recurve bow when she turned eight years old.
As she grew, she became more mischievous, like most teenagers. Often inventing and making exploding firecracker tipped arrows, 5 minute EMP arrows and even arrows strapped with tiny recorders or radios. Just to prank her friends and neighbors.
But one day, her parents died in a car crash. Or so she was told. After weeks of crying and investigating by herself with skills she had picked up over her days being mischievous, her parents was actually crushed by a car when a supernatural had lost control. All property and money that her parents owned went directly to her... And she sought revenge on the one who killed her parents and all other supernaturals.
With her bow and her deadlier variety of arrows, she eventually found Rundas.
And she found another family.
Corona perched on the top of a building. One monocular in her hand and her wooden bow Rueburn in the other, she watched the Northern Streets carefully. It was late evening and the sky was darkening, making her grow more uncomfortable with each passing minute
She was waiting for her target, a man who could spew fire from his fingers. She had been called to eliminate and given a tip that the target always passes down this street at around this hour. She had arrived early, as usual. Now she sat at the edge, waiting. Occasionally taking a peek through her monocular at every new person that appeared on the street. Soon enough, after another ten minutes, the target appeared around a far corner and was walking slowly. How had she known? The man had lit a cigarette from his hands as he turned the corner.
Putting the monocular down and carefully nocking her arrow, she had picked an explosive tipped arrow. Her own concoction and invention. On hard impact, the chemical inside will force an ‘explosion’ and shatter the fragile arrowhead and a bit of the shaft, shooting shards of metal around and causing massive internal bleeding if the arrow got stuck inside before exploding.
Preparing the shot, she drew the arrow back and aimed, hunter style, at the target’s chest, moving a few centimeters up to make up for the distance. On her green and black fletches, a message was written in marker: “burn, baby, burn; says corona.” She smiled. It was one of the fun things about having a target to kill. Leaving a message for the authorities, the hospital staff and the dead to see. She didn’t care if they knew who she was. Corona, Corona was dead for all she cared.
She let the arrow fly and it met the target, who stumbled backwards and met the ground. "Straight through my heart~" The body heaved and cried out once before laying still. Work finished, she unstrung and dismantled her bow. Packing up quickly and left.
guuuuh.[/size]