Winter Murdoch [Complete]
Jan 4, 2014 13:33:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 13:33:17 GMT -7
WINTER RAELYN MURDOCH
even if we tell a lie
no one's gonna know
until we fall back, fall back
Full Name - Winter Raelyn Murdoch.
Nicknames/Alias - Win, Murdo, Murdoch.
Age - 29.
Date of Birth - August 27th.
Place of Birth - Balkerne, Moon of Londinium, White Sun System.
Gender - Female.
Sexual Orientation - Hetero.
Affiliation - Chaotic Neutral. Herself.
Occupation - Captain of the Nightingale. Smuggler & Scoundrel.
Play-By - Jaimie Alexander.
Build - Tall, lean, strong, subtle features.
Height & Weight - 5'9", 132lbs.
Hair - Dark brown, currently cut short.
Eyes - Light Brown.
Unique Features -
••A scar that runs from just off centre of her back and curves around to the left.
Dressing Style -
Stylin': A mixture of utiliarian, practical and tom-boy, Murdoch will prefer a good set of cargoes over a skirt or dress. She has been known to dress up if the occasion calls for it, but woe betide anyone that likes to bring it up, or even reccommend it. She has a love for short, black leather jackets and has gone through quite a few in her time.
Other -
••SIG Sauer P226.
••H&K MP7A1.
Likes -
••Thrills, the feeling of adrenaline running through her from a good getaway.
••Stickin' it to the law.
••One-upping folks.
••Living the free life.
••Planning a job.
Dislikes -
••Being one-upped.
••Not terribly fond of cats, though Tero makes an exception.
••Consequences of her actions.
••Being out of the loop.
••Bad intel.
Quirks/Habits -
••Likes to be on the bridge between landings and take-offs.
Fears -
••That everything she's done will catch up with her.
Secrets -
••Is a wanted woman under the name of 'Erica Forrest'.
••Feels guilty only for the family she left behind - they were good people.
Strengths -
••Rudementary skills with both flying and repairs, though is no mechanic.
••Can be pretty intimidating when she wants to be.
••Best with handguns and pistols.
Weaknesses -
••Doesn't take a lot of things too seriously, like risks.
••Can tell a few too many lies that can come back to bite her.
••Can't resist a good card game, though tends to get in trouble for cheating.
Talents/Special Abilities -
••Is pretty good at talking her way out of a situation, great bluffer.
••Uncharacteristically lucky at times.
••Quick on the draw.
Aspirations -
••To run wild and free, until she's old and grey.
Overall Personality -
Murdoch is the definition of a scoundrel. She is a liar, a cheater and a thief. She has a firm sense of there really being no honour amongst thieves and isn't afraid to voice this opinion. Only those truly closest to her are to be trusted, and even then there will always be this little barrier of mistrust. As if she waits for the day when they finally turn on her. Winter can be quite charming and for all the worlds takes after her ruffian of a father. Despite her upbringing in the core, it was a middle-class life, and Winter did her best to be the most rebellious scamp of a kid. It could be blamed on not really knowing her own parents, but to be fair she had a good life. Just a tear-away teen that turned into something of an unruly adult. Her beef with the Alliance has nothing to do with Independence, nor coats of any brown colour. Winter is just a misfit and wants to live her less than legal life the way she chooses. The whole part of about 'law and order' chasing her down is just the thrill side of things. Although, as much a criminal as Murdoch is? There is a streak of good in her. She is above the more pettier of things. There will be no slave trading, nor drug trafficking. Unless it's robbing meds from the rich to sell to the unfortunate. The woman is no soldier, and didn't fight in no war. She will run from a fight if it looks dire.
Father - Leon Reece, 56 (at death), Neutral Smuggler, deceased.
Mother - Olivia Ekkehard, 43 (at death), Alliance Major, deceased.
Step-Father - Scott Murdoch, 55, Alliance Dock Official, alive.
Step-Mother - Zelda Murdoch, 53, Florist, alive.
Siblings - Harrison Murdoch, adoptive brother, 30, Alliance Navy, stationed aboard the IAV Galileo.
Other Significant People -
••Eric Fletcher ; Former partner in crime. Deceased.
Pets - Currently lumbered with a kitty cat named Tero.
Your History -It was a love affair that brought little Winter into the worlds. A one-time thing between a promising Alliance soldier and one dirty, rotten scoundrel. His charms had fell on deaf ears a lot of the time, and his wiles had been thwarted by enough slaps and punches to his smug, roguish face. Leon Reece was not a good man, but there had been something in Olivia Ekkehard that had finally given in to his charm. He had been a hire, that even though Olivia knew him to be a criminal, hadn't raised the alarm on him. She hadn't turned him in because he was helping. Ekkehard was stationed on an outpost in the middle of no and where. Supplies were always low and Alliance always forgot about them. They were in a sleepy little town of ornery locals and Leon had been charitable enough to help them out for a little understanding - that they didn't shoot or arrest him, in that order. This was all well before the war, and in 2491, Olivia fell for little Winter, although there had been no name planned.
Carrying Leon's child, Ekkehard was recalled back and reassigned to a post on Balkerne in the Core. Eventually, she had to make a decision - have the baby, keep it and quit the military, terminate the child or give it up for adoption. She didn't want to give up her career, and didn't expect to ever see Leon again - after their night together he had gone out to do another supply run, and he didn't come back before they'd already left. She eventually chose not to abort the child, and instead give the little girl up for adoption. Some family somewhere would give her a good life - one that Olivia doubted she could.
Winter was quickly snatched up by an eager couple known as Scott and Zelda Murdoch, they had already got themselves a son, but Zelda had been starting to have complications, making her incapable of having any more children. They were both thrilled to adopt, however. Winter grew up on Balkerne, in a nice neighbourhood in a modest household. It was a good life. Winter was a little tear-away, though. A troublemaker and rebel without a cause. She took her punishments like a criminal, reluctantly, but Scott and Zelda were never too hard on her. She had a cheeky attitude, and despite her getting into trouble a lot, she could be a good kid when it counted.
The war broke out when she was fifteen, but where she was, it had no impact upon Winter's life. She was safe in the core, but her mother, however, was in the thick of it. Olivia had kept in some contact with Winter's adoptive parents, however reluctantly. They always liked to send her things and updates, even if Olivia never responded. She was glad the kid was having a better life, but she had a lot more on her plate when the war happened.
There was a passing moment, when Leon and Olivia had crossed paths. The smuggler had been caught up with the Independents, but when they found one another, the pair didn't even bother to shoot. They weren't enemies. It was an eerie, passing moment, but that wasn't as bad as what did happen. The pair had tried to stay out of one another's way, should their comrades make things difficult. That didn't happen. Both squads were locked in combat in the year of 2508, and when the dust cleared, Leon had been defending a wounded Olivia.
She didn't make it out alive.
Winter didn't know about her mother, and didn't meet her father until after the war had ended. A grizzled spacer with a roughened look and roguish grin turned up on the doorstep of the Murdoch household one day. Apparently, Leon had learned a little something from his old flame. The man was hardly responsible - and probably the only person more of a misfit than Winter herself, but he just wanted to see her with his own eyes. Let her know that he was around. Winter didn't know how to take it - and opted for being a grumpy and aloof teen about the man. She didn't want anything to do with him, and Leon could respect that. He tipped his head, gave her a grin and told her he'd 'see her around sometime'.
Winter grew into a strong young woman. Still a misfit, and getting herself involved in all kinds of messes. Petty crime at first, running with a gang and doing this and that. Theft, vandalism, etc. It wasn't what she wanted, but eventually? She hit onto something else. Winter met herself a former robber and all around criminal by the name of Eric Fletcher. He was about a decade older and just as wised up to how the worlds worked from their point of view. A ruffian, he saw something useful in Winter, and took her along for the ride - for the experience. Stealing and smuggling better take with better pay-offs wasn't anything Winter had been a part of before.
The pair became quick partners, with their little quirks and differences, one being that Fletcher quite liked cats. During one successful job, he picked up a "stray" from around the estate they were unburdening of it's heirlooms. The kitty was still small at the time, pretty young and quick to attach himself to the pair that 'liberated' him from a fancy life. Instead, Tero came to live with them aboard Fletcher's ship - the Bonnie. Winter had always asked him about the name. Said it was some pretty thing he'd left behind a long time ago one night over drinks.
Things didn't always go smooth, as was natural in their game. Fletcher was arrested under the alias of 'Warren Marlow', about to try him for murder if he didn't give up his partner, one 'Erica Forrest'. He didn't, and got killed trying to escape. The Bonnie was seized and 'Erica', AKA Winter barely managed to get herself away from it all. Just her and one spotted kitty cat.
After losing one of her closest friends - family, even - Winter kept herself out of the way of the law. She drifted for a few months, somehow never losing her new faithful companion, much to her chagrin. Tero was always there for her, oddly. Like he knew how she felt and missed Eric just as much. It was around then that she bumped into Leon Reece. Her old man. Same stupid grin on his face and annoying words from his mouth. He offered her a ride aboard his vessel, the Eidolon, and pretty much had her working for him. It didn't last long. After too many fights, Winter hopped off the ship when they made the next port. She didn't care where. She just wanted to go back to how things had been with Fletcher, and that was never happening. Was only a couple months later before she was approached by a man in the port of New Canaan. He regretted to inform her that her father - Leon Reece - had passed away. Apparently, some terminal illness had been robbing him of his days for at least a year. It was surprising he'd lasted this long. Unsure how she felt about all that, Winter was doubly surprised when the man told her he'd left her his ship. Stunned, she didn't know what to do or say - or how to even think. The Eidolon was just sitting in a docking bay. And it was all hers.
What should we call you? - Edi.
Roleplaying Experience - I'm pretty old to this writin' lark.
Where did you find us? - I was already here.
Prove Yourself - PXUGRFK
Post Script - Kapow!
Other characters - Edi, Sam, Ros & Aeryn.
How we should contact you - PM, sometimes Skype.
Roleplay Example -
The estate was the picture of Core-born into money. All the hard work gone into getting to the point of having this much was many, many generations ago, from two hard-working siblings who rose into wealth. Their legacy was squandered here, and their expensive little trinkets would be better appreciated elsewhere. Or so the two robbers posing as appraisers liked to think. They had gotten in on the pretence the owners - away in their Pelorum villa, at least a few planets out on the edge of the system. Plenty time - days, a month even - but the neighbours and staff were another thing. Of course, they would get wise. They were here to value all the items in the house, and then leave an estimate for 'insurance'.
Fletcher had been doing most of the talking, keeping the old head maid chatting - even getting a little too friendly - whilst Winter slipped away into another room. They hadn't come for everything. They had come here for a few, small and specific pieces. The buyer claimed to be a distant relative, left to rot in poverty after a split in the family ties. It was a nice sob story, and Winter hadn't really bought it - a liar could tell a good lie. Unless it was legit, then Winter would believe him. Funny how that worked, huh?
It was about thirty minutes of poking around before she found the little trinket box, filled with a few pieces of old, old jewellery and doubled as a music box. Didn't look like much to the untrained eye - looked like junk. Winter knew well enough it was worth more than most of the other junk on this estate. And then Fletcher came hurrying in the room, peering over his shoulder as he came. The man was of scruffy beard and shaggy hair, but it had been combed into the best, presentable order possible for this job.
"You got it?" He asked, low and hurried.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Winter lifted a brow at him.
"Good, time to go, lovey." A hand came out and caught her wrist, tugging her off towards the opposite doorway, "Kitchens are through 'ere, right?"
"Right-- I mean, what the hell is going on?"
"Nuffin', nuffin', jus' keep movin'."
There wasn't any kind of estate security after them. There wasn't even the staff hounding their heels with accusations. Not even a gorram guard dog, so what was Fletcher's problem? The man was holding his coat closed, and bunched up, shoulders hunched over. Once they were out on the grounds, Winter had to stop him.
"Pretty sure there's no cause for alarm. Although, I could be missin' the invisible defences being raised to catch us. Ninjas? What. Is. Going. O-- Did your coat just meow?" Fletcher had never looked at Winter in a guilty fashion - the man didn't know what guilt was, she was sure of it. But when he met her gaze there was something decidedly guilt-filled about it.
A little silver furred and black spotted head popped out the collar of his coat. Winter just started at the cat, straight-faced, then up at Fletcher. Her expression was now etched with disbelief.
"No." She said first.
"Wot?"
"You did not just steal their gorram cat." She hissed in a quick and quite voice.
"Oi! Keep it down. They'll 'ere!"
Winter continued to stare, her eyes telling him 'you have to be kidding', while his were saying 'let's not do this here' back. He was vastly her elder, but it was like an old married couple fight. After a long and arduous debate with only looks and no words spoken, one of the maids started trying to coax the kitten in from somewhere, assuming it had gotten out. The little fur-ball meowed from within Fletcher's coat and he tried to cover it back up.
"Oh-- Gorrammit, let's go."
SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this and she will happily hunt you down, rip out your spinal cord, and beat you to death with it if you steal her hard work and claim it as your own. especially since she will gladly share it with any and all who wish to use it, provided they leave her nice, little credit attached.
