Broken Loyalty || Arleen Reinhart

[arleen]

grey skies & light fading ,,



"Guns emblazoned
with firey light
light the sky
for the soul's delight."

THE OOC SECTION
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CHARACTER NAME

Arleen Reinhart

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

Arleen has a petite figure with some slightly toned muscles. At first glance, one wouldn’t figure her to be a military advocate; rather they’d probably regard her as a fashionista radicalist. Surprisingly, her skin holds no blemishes or scars from her time serving in the Cocoonian army, rather she only holds a tattoo-like mark on her chest, with unknown origins even to Arleen. She stands at 5’4” and weighs approximately one-hundred and twenty-seven pounds.

Arleen has long-blond hair that reaches down to her lower back, but is normally pulled-up and concealed under her beret. Her vermillion-green eyes are normally framed by her rebellious bangs, making her look much younger than she is. She has almost no bust to speak of (A cup), but this doesn’t affect her femininity at all.

Arleen normally can be found wearing her military Uniform, which consists of a beret, disconnected sleeves, a pair of white gloves, a mini-dress, thigh-high stockings, and a pair of combat boots. The Beret is of a simple design and is blue, while her detached sleeves are held onto her arm by light-metal arm clamps, which have a strong red-ribbon attached to them which has a metal bit on the end. The sleeves and boots are blue with a gold lining. The stockings are a solid black and the dress is backless, a white inner-shirt and a black and blue outer layer. The uniform was designed by her mother, at her superior’s displeasure.

CHARACTER PERSONALITY

Arleen is a very outspoken and headstrong person in public, preferring to take on her problems head on, rather than try to work around them. She can come off as bossy or arrogant sometimes, and does not like sarcasm most of the time. She prefers to keep a distance between herself and the people she’s working with, so as to not have any emotional attachments. Because of this, she gives people she’s working with a negative attitude, and tries to keep a balance between “like”, and “dislike”.

Around people who Arleen lets her strict militaristic demeanor fade, she comes off as kind and unstable. She prefers to have people like her, but at the same time realizes that it only would make her job and their jobs as soldiers harder. She had always preferred to hide her own problems from people, including her family, and ever since Cocoon’s disappearance, has made it her goal to find out what happened to her home.

CHARACTER HISTORY

Arleen's father was a politician, and her mother was a merchant; both of whom exceled at their trades. Originally, they were against her joining the military, but consented when Arleen brought an officer to her home to convince them. She entered the academy soon afterwards, and emerged from it in half the time a normal recruit would have taken to pass it, with piles of recommendations from her instructors. She then went on to join the Guardian Corps, and exceled in the tasks she was given there, climbing ranks with a fervor unheard of.

Known then as "Ice Queen" -which to her seemed unoriginal, but she paid no regard to the nickname for the most part- to her peers, Arleen furthered her abilities as much as she possibly could, until she reached the rank of Captain, where she seemingly hit a wall. It was then that Arleen contracted with a research branch to test a new version of AMP technology. As such, she gained two pistols, which were over-sized, and seemed more like small rifles.

It was around this time that the world distorted, rending her from her home and leaving her in a place called Alexandria; completely alien in people and structure. Arleen is determined to return to her home, and might be willing to use any means she can to attain this...

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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,

THE IC SECTION
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"Hello there. You've just arrived in the Distorted World. Why don't you tell me your name, and the first thought going through your head right now?"

"Well... my name is Arleen Reinhart, and the only thing I'm thinking is what the heck happened? It seems like it was just yesterday when everything was normal. Now everything's jumbled."

"That's certainly interesting... forgive me if I don't know what to say to that. So tell me, where are you from?"

"Well… I’m from a place called Cocoon. I say it that way, because it seemingly doesn’t exist anymore…"

"Can't say I've ever heard of it. Well, tell me about yourself. What do you do? What are some of your likes and dislikes?"

"Well… I was a Major in the military back in Cocoon, but I guess you could just call me a ‘mercenary’, ‘sellsword’, you know, that kind of thing. For likes, I guess I just like peaceful things, as well as succeeding in hard tasks. I don’t dislike much; just fools and extremists."

"Ah, that's amazing! And not only do we have some things in common, you're quite the looker, too, aren't you?"

”Um…"

"There's no need to be shy. They always say, if you've got it, flaunt it, right? Anyway, enough about that. Who are you allied with?"

"Well, if you prefer the slang for it, you could consider me a Paladin."

"I'm sure you have your reasons... Oh, on another note, how tall are you?"

"If you must know, I'm 5'4" tall. I don't see why that'd be relevant though."

"Drat! Just four inches too tall. Although... hmm, would you mind if I asked you on a date? Don't worry, I'll buy."

"You’re quite short for a guy, aren’t you? Become a bit more masculine and maybe.”

"Finding a venue might be a bit difficult, anyway, since I have no idea where we are... tell me where this is, again?"

"Well… I heard that this place was called ‘Alexandria’ from some people a while back. Though it seems to be a very discontent place."

"Ah, how could I forget? I'd love to vacation here someday, when it's not so foggy... It's scenic, you know?"

"It does look like it’d be a beautiful place."

"Well, thank you for the lovely conversation! I'm afraid I'll have to be leaving you, though, since I'm going to explode in about three seconds anyway. Buh-bye now!"

"Um… is that natural?" *Steps back quickly.*

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uptown it's dead now but ,,

THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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ROLEPLAYER NAME

Meh, you can call me Lee.

ROLEPLAYER AGE

19

EXPERIENCE

Around seven or eight years now.

PASSWORD

Curaja? Isn't it supposed to be spelled curaga?

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out here no one seems to care at all ,,

THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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RP SAMPLE

The city that Arleen woke up in was not the city that she knew, nor was the sky she was staring at the one she had looked to almost every day of her life. There were people moving back and forth, but none of them looked remotely similar to the people of Cocoon. Not just the clothes, but the way they acted was different. The atmosphere of the place was different though; like something foreboding hung over the city like an executioner’s tool. It wasn’t a welcoming feeling at that, and combining that with the fact that she had no idea where she was made Arleen feel like she was surrounded by enemies. She just hoped that feeling was incorrect.

“Excuse me, miss?” She got the attention of the nearest person to her, who frowned at her, seemingly curiously. “Where am I?” Arleen continued, keeping her voice steady; not caving in to how weak a question that sounded. The woman scoffed at her slightly but replied, “You’re in Alexandria. What, did someone hit you on the head too hard?” With her condescending reply made, the woman continued to wherever she had been heading initially. Her sarcasm almost infuriated Arleen, but she kept her head. Going off on what seemed like a civilian didn’t seem like the smartest choice right now, and she had to figure out what exactly was going on before she made any risky moves like that.

Arleen walked around the city for what seemed like hours, trying to find something that slightly resembled her home to no avail. However, she was able to mentally map the place, which was a worthy achievement of the time it took her, she supposed. She grew more comfortable with the place, during that time; eavesdropping on as many conversations, she had supposedly gathered as much information as she could. The city’s queen was apparently missing, which apparently was making everything seem so depressing. The city’s problems weren’t her own though, which at this point was being tired and being hungry. Remembering what seemed like an inn, Arleen retraced her steps back to it, hoping that they would be generous enough to house her for a night…

[Aerith Gainsborough]

Another lady for Balthier to woo. wait what?

Nice app ouo I wonder how you'll have her play out here. I didn't see any problems, so you can has approve.

Don't forget to PM a staff member the FC information so we can mark her as taken.