Post by Rebecca Ferguson on Mar 26, 2010 23:59:57 GMT -5
Rebecca Ferguson
No sky shines so bright as the sky that is spread
O'er the land that gave birth to the first breath we drew —
Such radiance but lives in the eye of the maid
That is dear to our heart — to our heart ever true.
With her - yes, with her that this spirit has bless'd,
'Neath my dear native sky let my home only be;
And the valley of flowers, and the heath-covered waste,
Shall alike have a spell of enchantment for me.
Full Name: Rebecca Isolde Ferguson
Nicknames: Becca, Fergy, 'Casper'
Physical Age: 25 when she was killed, now around 500 years old.
Date of Birth: February 20th
Hometown: Thursow, Scotland
Current Residence: New Orleans, Louisiana
Occupation: The Parole Officer of a particular vampire
Relationship Status: Complicated
Character Type: Unique
Affiliations: Good
Gender: Female
Hair: Shoulder length, dirty blond.
Eyes: Mismatched blue and hazel.
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 167 lb, when she deems it necessary to be corporeal
Body Type: Slender and slim, Becca has the image of a breakable little blond girl. But don’t be fooled; if push comes to shove, there is enough muscle in those arms to send the strongest monster flying across state lines.
Best Feature: Her gentle nature
Worst Feature: Her temper, when provoked
Sexuality: Straight
Personal Style: Flowing dresses and comfortable shoes are what one can find her in. A girl has to enjoy the warm weather while she can!
Face Claim: Kate Bosworth
Abilities: Having died almost 500 years ago by a man she thought she’d loved, Becca isn’t exactly a zombie, but close to it. Stab her, shoot her, attempt to cut off her head; it doesn’t matter because, like the good little guard dog she is, she will return to finish the job. She also has the ability to send out bolts of electrical energy, mostly for defense, or as a ‘STOP THAT, STUPID’ for a particular vampire.
Personality:
Though she might have been born and raised to be a fighter, Becca is probably one of the gentlest souls on the planet. She hates to curse, hates to see people in pain, and would rather die a few thousand more times before seeing a child cry. She protective, dedicated, willing to sacrifice her happiness for others…
And hoping like HELL that her time spent on earth is almost up. While Becca may be the mild mannered spirit-forced-to-stay-on-earth, there’s a firecracker lurking inside, just waiting to be lit. One slur against Scotland, against her cause or against the vampire she’s been charged with- even if the man never fails to make her want to smack her head against a wall- she can turn into quite the little hellion.
Likes: (At least 4)
• Poetry
• Sunny days
• Flowers
• Children
Dislikes: (At least 4)
• The rain
• Leather pants
• Gabriel, at times
• Immortality
Strengths: (At least 4)
• Can’t seem to die again
• Is supported by some pretty powerful deities
• Can wield electrical power
• Is forgiving
Weaknesses: (At least 4)
• Gabriel, the pooper
• Puppy dog faces
• A sob story
• Chocolate
Mother: Brianag Ferguson
Father: Conall Ferguson
Siblings: Too many to count
Others: Gabriel Knight, her current charge
Bio:
Once upon a time, Rebecca Ferguson was a princess. Born to Brianag and Conall Ferguson, leaders of the Highland Ferguson Clan, she was the latest in a long line of warriors, soothsayers and people of power. On the day of her birth, it was determined that the ‘girl with the spirit eyes’ would be the one to lead their Clan into power amongst the harsh world of the Highlands, and unite Scotland against the evil English.
It was for this purpose that Becca raised; trained to be a fighter, while being groomed to become a Queen. It was through her connection to the Gods that she would have the insight and the power to bring Scotland together. It would be through her inner fire, to the prophecy that named her as a person of Power that would bring the world into a new, peace-filled age…
And it was also through all of the above that Becca, tired of being told who she was supposed to be. and who she was
Well, if the ‘wide world’ included a village a few miles over, as even a girl of her fighting capabilities couldn’t get very far on foot, in two feet of snow.
It was in a small, nameless village that the Princess found herself whisked away by a stranger with a roguish smile. He charmed her, made her feel things that she’d only fantasized about and made her fall in love with him. He was cocky and self assured, but after living a life full of pushing and shoving, it was nice to have the attention of a man who thought he could do all the heavy lifting.
That is, until it included her lifeless, blood-drained body, as he dumped her face first into a frozen ditch. Talk about first love and its utter folly.
Her spirit floating above her frozen body, Becca remembered thinking ‘why do these things always happen to me,’ before coming face to face with a blinding light. A voice boomed out form nowhere, making her eardrums- did ghosts even have eardrums? Well, either way, hers was sure hurting- feel like bursting.
In no soft terms, they told her that she had failed in her mission to bring peace and happiness to the world. Because of her selfishness, she had thrown a chance at true World Contentment out the metaphorical window, because she was a hopeless romantic and was condemned to be a virgin for the rest of her life. Which was who’s fault, she couldn’t help but think irritably.
Because of her selfishness, she would forever be tied to the man who killed her. There would not be another chance to bring peace in the way that they had planned, but the Gods weren’t picky when it came to Paladins. Deciding that the chaos-loving, virgin-seducing vampire was more useful to them enslaved than merrily on his way, they took him into their stronghold, played around with his black little soul and tied poor Becca to him.
For the next 1000 or so years, they declared, she would be charged with the responsibility of making sure the crazy vampire Good Samaritan-ed the world into submission. She would watch him, steer him in the right direction…shoot lightning bolts at his fine looking ass if she tried to scuttle off of the deigned path and make sure that SOME good came out of childish puppy-love.
So, here she is, from a Scottish Princess training like a wanna-be Amazon for the war of the century, to a wandering homeless lady whose sole purpose is to make sure her one-time boyfriend doesn’t eat innocent people just because he can.
…The world getting ready to end yet? Maybe? Please?
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