ABOUT YOU
Name: Jess
Age: 18
Contact Info: jessie_corbin@hotmail.co.uk
How you found us: I play here already

CHARACTER INFO
Character name:
- Morgan Elizabeth Sinclair {Real Name}
- Francesca Parks {what...it says so on her fake ID}
Nicknames: Sinclair, Morg
Character age: 29
Birthdate: 7th March, 1980
Gender: Female
Is this character supernaturally inclined? Executioner/ Bounty Hunter
Strengths:

[+] She doesn't balk at the sight of death
[+] She can cope with lots of stress where a normal person would snap
[+] Her sister
[+] She can say no
[+] She has a good head despite what other people think
[+] Can do pro negotiations
[+] Urban combat

Weaknesses

[-] Her sister
[-] Her smart mouth
[-] Her heart
[-] Children
[-] Seeing Innocence killed in a person’s eyes
[-] Chocolates

Weapons carried on person:

• Boot-heel blade
• Glock 20 {Licensed}
• A long chained crucifix
• A holy water pendant.{A small vile of holy water hung on a leather thong or chain around her neck or wrist. It may not do much damage on the outside, but if she tricks someone into drinking it then…watch the flames burn.}
• licensed pump action shotgun
• A baton, silver.
  The only ones she carries normally are the Glock 20, boot knife and crucifix, though she does tend to shop before she’d hooked on a job by the State or private so its common to see her with new toys now and again.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Short, black/brown
Eye colour: Chocolate brown
Portrayal: Alyssa Milano
Picture:


Physical description:

Sinclair is not a very tall woman; she stands roughly barefooted at five feet and nine inches. Add heals and she can shoot up to six feet exactly. She does not really care for fashion choosing to go with what is comfortable and what she likes. Jewelry is an almost non-existent factor in her life; the only real jewelry is a custom silver pentagram anklet, the silver holding a mix of wolf’s bane, and a long chained silver crucifix that she’s learnt to buy multiples of as they do tend to get yanked off her throat when she gets up close and personal.

No matter what, she likes to be neat and cannot help herself at times from straightening her shirt or jacket, or her hair. She has control though and nearly 100% of the time can resist what her brain is screaming for her to do, it just goes to show when she can storm into things guns blazing and come out of it busted up and bleeding and not bat an eyelid at the state she is in.

Clothes wise for her can range form leather pants, jeans or shorts. She can pull of smart and casual, gothic chic and the completely lost teenager look. As long as it fits, covers what needs to be covered and she likes it, she wears it.



She has a small cross tattoo on her left wrist pulse point that a friend did for her in university.

Likes:

[+] Watching the sun rise
[+] Working out
[+] Relaxing when she can
[+] Meeting new people
[+] Helping friends and family out
[+] Bringing justice down on those that need it
[+] Cooking
[+] Reading
[+] Good music
[+] Swimming

Dislikes:

[-] Tears
[-] Showing a lot of emotions
[-] Long hunts
[-] State cops
[-] Traffic jambs
[-] Earl gray tea
[-] Baby sitting (in fact, children)
[-] The scent of lavander
[-] Supernaturals playing with her
[-] The law at times
[-] Her OCD
[-] News reporters

Fears:

• Turing into something she's hunted
• Throwing her life away recklessly
• Finding a vampire in her bed, first thing in the morning
• Drowning

Nervous habits:

• Stalking around
• Sighing heavily
• Rubbing her belt buckle

Personality description:

If she doesn’t benefit from her actions when working with other people then she’s likely to go off on her own no matter the risks, it’s a way to get attention and praise if she needs it. She hates to be ordered about. She has is a sarcastic loud mouth at time, and will always speak out for what she believes in, even in a room full of people she won’t back down.

There are some people that can count on the raven-haired woman though; while that group is only small, she’s incredibly loyal to them. She is a hard person to get trust from, but once she’s given it then it’s for life. She hates to break fights up and would rather see them through to the end and if she is involved in one, she doesn’t walk away, she gives it her all. Though when the need calls for it, she can be the one that gets in the middle of a fight and breaks it up.

Still, despite the rebellious attitude at times, she’s a good person at heart, all you have to do is dig past the stone and arsenic coating it to see her true side and remaining innocence. Do not go thinking she will not notice things, if someone lies to her she’ll always pick it up. That’s the one thing she hates despite the fact she’s good at lying herself.

She’s deceptive and cunning, loves to keep everyone on their toes, everything that people would thing she wasn’t. Despite everything she shows people though, there is a side that no one but her own family would have noticed. While she hides it under a truck load of wise cracks and bravado she really doesn’t want to see people hurt, the friends she’d had she’s seen turn into supernatural predators or get hurt by other people, its why she hides this piece of her.

Her views on life differ, while she goes by the motto ‘if it thinks, it lives, it’s also guilty’ she knows that people sometimes are dragged into things and so she just likes to keep her little world neat and as tidy as possible, keeping herself away from the world as much as she can.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents:

• Emma Sinclair - Mother of 49 years
• Kevin Sinclair - Father of 47 years

Siblings:

• Rowan Sinclair - Twin sister of 29 years

Children: ---

History:

Born the older of the set of twins by several seconds, Morgan had everything she wanted from the moment she could walk. It was the same with her sister. Her parents were not always the sunny smiles and candy kisses kind of people either, they may have doted on their children but they went through good times and bad. From a very early age, she had always noticed things, small things that others might miss and that continued all the way through childhood. So it might not have been easy living on a large council estate on the outskirts of the city of York but she lived the life of an adult in the body of a child when hard times hit the Sinclair’s hard. Her mother had always been known to drink just a little to much and her father known for using his fists more then his head, it still didn’t matter to the twins, they where everything the could need in each other. Both girls flew through their school years and ended up going to Cambridge University. Rowan choosing to follow a line of courses that would give her a job in the normal world where vampires where nothing more then something read about in the newspapers and the only werewolf she saw was in the films unless they walked into her office and filled for divorce. Morgan chose Preternatural biology and courses that the lead her into work with anything beyond normal.

For a while, it was fine and dandy once she had graduated, the local police made sure that they had her number if something happened that wasn’t a human related grime and she started down the road to joining RIPT version that the UK had. She learned many things; saw many things that should have put her in a padded cell bouncing off the four walls screaming for it all to go away. She didn’t end up that way however, in fact she liked working on cases so she could figure things out having always been second best to Rowan with puzzles an mysteries. Some times when she could not figure something out she would ask her younger sister about it and they would work it through together, and it was on a case that took her to Ireland that introduced her to Sterling O’ Brady. Both of them, along with Rowan’s advice over the phone she used all her skills and talents to bring a rouge vampire back to the England to face justice instead of killing him since she wasn’t a legal Executioner. Hell they didn’t even have people designated to that kind of work until it had been proven that it worked in America. Jumping at the chance to become one she broke apart the ties holding her to England and at the age of twenty-one she was on a flight to America after everything had been arranged.

Starting her training she soon found that not everything was a cake walk as it had been in the UK but she stuck with it learning all she could and doing all she could. Since coming to the States, she has been from state to state taking bounties and becoming a fully licanced Excercutioner. It's more then likly that she will stay there.

Writing Sample:

Slowly coming to clawing her way into consciences, the woman tried to open her eyes but her body refused to cooperate with even the simplest of things. Faint tremors ran along her arm as she felt the hairs along her body rise up as a cold breeze brushed across her face. Even that hurt but she was not going to give in and slink away into blissful unconciseness, that was for the suckers and those that couldn’t take pain. For a very long time she had been living with pain, it was part and parcel with her day. Lying in limbo, she thought she heard something, since she couldn’t make it out but it sure as hell sounded like someone was talking…no, two someone’s she corrected herself as the

“I think Sinclair can do it, she’s perfect for it.”

She may have been tanked up on pain pills but she knew what was going on. She could almost see the smirks on both of the officers faces as they stood over her talking about something to awful to mention. Actually, she had known some things that had wilted under the stare of another….still, the hell where they going to throw her into waters so thick she had no chance to swim out of until she was helped out. The way she heard this conversation going though looked like any escape route was going to be well and truly blocked. Damn. Mercifully, she had nothing in reach that she could use to batter them to death with for even talking crap with her in the same room as them, and she really would have battered them. She would not do it! Not even for all the tea in China.

"What? Don't you think she'll scare them? I mean...she scares me and I’m a decade her senior."

Smirking inwardly at the sound of Richards deep baritone she couldn’t help but shake her head slightly, it may have been only a slight movement but it hurt like the fires of hell. Swallowing, and finding herself not gagging on a plastic tube was an improvement from the last time she’d been brought into All Saint’s General. The chemical smell that made her nostrils flare every time that she came to any hospital didn’t seem to affect her this time.

"Kid, you awake?...we got something to ask you, darling."

Sighing, chocolate brown orbs opened a crack to peer at her two collogues, the only people that could call her kid or rookie without having her foot connect with soft parts of their anatomy. Richard Lysander and Sterling O’ Brady though had always been the ones to look out for her when she’d been brought in to do the necessary. Killing members of the society that had done wrong, killing people that hadn’t deserved it all on the issue of the courts. Practicality at its best maybe, but it worked. When she was called to serve warrants, she always tried to peg either one of them so they would come along and keep people back or help talk suspects down from the proverbial ledge, “No” she whispered as her eyes drifted closed again mainly because the rooms fluorescent lighting made the pain double.

She drifted to the sound of laughter before falling back asleep, safe in the knowledge that Hell would freeze over before they lumped her with their car pool and their spawn. Give her crazed werewolves or newly risen vampires any day…children and Morgan Sinclair was a disaster waiting to happen.


And the rest:
Anything else? I might have her turn into something later on...maybe.

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