Post by Tawnie McLaughlin on Dec 26, 2010 12:23:27 GMT -6
TAWNIEAIDEENMCLAUGHLIN
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" Story books full of fairy tales
Of kings and queens and the bluest skies
My heart is torn just in knowing
You'll someday see the truth from lies " [/center]
BIRTHDAY| December 6
AGE| eighteen
GENDER| Female
OCCUPATION| Irish Mob's little angel.
SEXUALORIENTATION| Straight
AFFLIATION| Irish Mob
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APPEARANCE| Tawnie is the beauty of the McLaughlin's, just like her mother. Getting all the good genes from both her parents she was a sight to be seen. Standing at just under five foot five she is slight, on the slender side. Her athletic mold to her body gives her curves in all the right places making her popular with the kids at school. Her long, chesnut colored locks hang in curls down to the middle of her back. Depending on her mood, she will style it in the curls or straighten it, giving her a more preppy look. Her eyes are a dark green, an oddity against both her parent's bright blue ones, but she doesn't mind. They give her a mysterious quality while being warm at the same time. Her pale complexion only intensifies her beauty, makes people wonder more about her.
Tawnie's clothing style is what you might call unique. She loves to mix big fashion names with vintage clothes. There is almost no time that you will ever find her dressed down unless she's having a really off day. When she's in school her wardrobe consists of a flowy dress paired with a jacket and boots. Her favorite piece of clothing is her leather jacket, she absolutely loves to wear it as much as she can. When she's working on family business stuff she wears jeans, some form of sexy shirt or tank top, and her leather jacket paired with killer heels. That is also the easiest outfit that she can hide a gun in, a thing she never leaves the house without. She has to have protection whether it is a gun or a switchblade in her purse, she just has to. If her father taught her anything it was be prepared for anything. Tawnie is one big melting pot of fashion, wearing whatever she feels like. Her fingernails aren always painted and her makeup is always done. Everything has to be in place, that's what her mother always taught her. Always look your best and be prepared for whatever is sent your way. Well Tawnie is prepared, and she knows she looks good.
OVERALLPERSONALITY| Very Arrogant, headstrong, and stubborn are qualities that Tawnie possesses. She's always been a strong person who looks out for everyone around her, as long as she knows you earn it. The mob is her life, something she was born into and has always known it comes first. . She knows her place and knows what has to be done to protect the "family business". Tawnie is also a somewhat of a wild character. She can always be found partying at the local club or drinking the night away. Lately she's been feeling depressed, unknowing of what is going on in her life. To relieve it she has resorted to drugs, getting heavily in them. She only goes to --- O'Connor, the drug lord for the mob. He's been sneaking them to her, trying not to be observed by anyone else around. He'd always had a soft spot for her and she was using it so that he could get the drugs for her. Manipulation is something she's learned from her family, it is what they do best. A fighter to the end, she knows how to fight and isn't hesitant to fight if she has too. Her detention and suspension records will prove this fact about her. She's an emotional person, always fighting with her emotions rather than her brain. That can cause some problems at times...that's for sure.
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--- McLaughlin | Boss' Wife
SIBLINGS| --- McLaughlin
OTHER| --- McLaughlin | Hitman Uncle
OVERALLHISTORY| It was a cold, December morning when a small pink bundle of joy was added to the McLaughlin family. The McLaughlin's, the ring leaders for the Irish mob had welcomed a little girl they named Tawnie Aideen. The little girl was added to their already five year old son rounding out the little family. Of course, Mr. McLaughlin was not their during his daughter's birth, he was busy taking care of the family business but when he saw her for the first time a few hours later, he was in love. This was his little girl, little angel, "Aingeal". Mrs. McLaughlin was so happy to have a a daughter to dote on, as much as she loved her son, Tawnie was just what she needed. The stress of being the head leaders of a mob was taking a toll on her and her daughter was something she could take her mind off of everything. A little girl was just what everyone needed, and everyone was so happy.
As Tawnie grew up she clung to her brother, her one life preserver. he was always someone she could count on growing up, he was the one that taught her everything. Both of the adult McLaughlin's along with the rest of the family would be gone for long spanse of time leaving the pair alone with a bodyguard or a nanny. He taught her the alphabet, how to tie her shoes, everything. They could hardly see their own parents for more then a few minutes or hours a day. It was no change that they would go days without seeing their own father, to them it was just another day in the McLaughlin house. There was nothing that was out of her reach, money was never an option and Tawnie had everything a girl could want. Of course, that would gradually make her a bit...snobby but she didn't care. If anything it added to her character.
By the time she was ten years old Tawnie already knew exactly what the "family business" was. Being one of the only children in her school who had a bodyguard as soon as she set foot outside the school was sort of a dead give away. When her father was actually home he would teach her how to fight. "A daughter of mine will not be defenseless, she will know how to take care of herself in any situation," he would say. So she was taught by tutors how to fight with different weapons, how to incapacitate her attacker, all she needed to take care of herself. Every time he would actually be home he would test her, asking her different situations and what she would do. He was molding her into a mobster and no one even knew it. Her childhood wasn't a normal one, not in the least but if she had a traditional upbringing then she wouldn't be prepared for the life of the Irish mob.
When high school came along Tawnie was what you might call "queen bee" material. She was popular, hanging out with all the right people and she was rebellious enough that people know not to mess with her. Growing into a beauty like her mother she had a temper like her father. While she knew that Daniel was going to take the reigns of the mob once he was old enough she still felt like she had to prove herself against her older brother for her parents. Her grades were decent enough, passing atleast but she never really cared much for school. The socializing was the part that she liked. But it was all changing for her, she was getting more depressed lately, feeling abandoned as her older brother was working more and more with the "family business", leaving Tawnie without anyone to keep her company but the bodyguards that would change out and watch her. She was alone, utterly alone and she felt it.
Her new bodyguard was something she honestly didn't expect. He was tall, dark and mysterious but with the badboy image she also saw the softer side of him. Murphy was someone she wanted to get to know more of and she could feel herself being drawn to him. Their conversations while he would guard her were always intriguing. No matter what it was it was something that they could spend hours discussing. When she was with Murphy she just felt better about herself, like all her demons would just rush away. Although she never tells any of her family about this. If they knew she was falling for her own bodyguard they would replace him and she'd never see him again. Being the daughter of a Mob Boss was a dangerous situation at times, and this was one of those times. So with this a depression set in, something she just couldn't drag herself out of. Tawnie felt she had to do something to try and make her feel a bit better about herself. Calling upon the secretive and expertise of the family drug lord, she starts in on heavy drugs. Cocaine, heroin, you name it she would try it. Cocaine was her favorite, something she could easily hide and something that made her feel better. The two kept their arrangement a secret, not wanting anyone to find out about it. The only one that really seemed to notice was Murphy, but Tawnie kept it secret from him, doing her best to not let him find out. She's retreated into herself, and with no one around they can't see what is going on with her.
Now she's seeing her family every once and a while, her only means of suport being her older brother, but for some reason she feels that she's going to have her hands full with him, why she's not so sure.
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AGE| 20
GOTEXPERIENCE| five years
HOWIFOUNDYOU| See all these boards and skin? I made it. one of the owners right here!!
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It had been a long time since Savanna had decided to play the bait in the cat and mouse world of demon hunting. This particular monster she had been keeping an eye on for a while now. He went by Sal, a nasty perverted monster who liked to prey on young females at dark. Killing was his specialty and in this area he had been killing quite a few of the women. Sav wasn't completely sure what his motives were- she guessed it was a natural high or something. Either way she needed to dispose of him, before he got another victim. So here she was standing in the middle of the park, her shotgun and knife hidden within her jacket. She's wearing jeans and boots with a long sleeve, black thermal shirt and a dark purple v-neck shirt overtop. There was no one else in the park and she was waiting anxiously for the monster to show.
As if on cue, there was a crack of a twig behind the young raven haired beauty. Turning ever so slowly Savanna glances into the shadows, trying to get a peek of the one thing she was hunting. " Come on you evil son of a b...". Out of nowhere the thing barrels into her, a deep growl from the back of it's throat. The hidden knife in her sleeve slides down into her hand as she prepares for the contact she knew was about to take place. The large, half human-half monster thing plows into the slight girl, knocking her to the ground. But not before Savanna's knife was plunged into its side. She wasn't sure exactly what this thing was, but she knew she had to kill it. A scream escapes the monster as it pulls the knife out of its side, now holding a weapon it could use against the huntress. Rolling on the ground Savanna tries to reach her shotgun that had slide away in the scuffle but the monster was fast. With the gun barely in her reach, she was pulled away from it, her feet kicking out in all directions. One of her boots collide with the thing's knee, kicking it backwards. As it screeched in pain it picked her up, throwing her against the closest tree. One of her bones crack loudly, a howl of pain escapes her as she holds her shoulder. Holding it tightly, she tries to get up, to reach for the gun in her boot.
Savanna was in deep shit, that was sure. She didn't expect the thing to be so strong - she had thought this was going to be an easy kill. Obviously she was very, very wrong. Sometimes she was too stubborn for her own good, As she finally stands up, the gun in her hand the monster comes up to her, stabbing her in the lower abdomen, right where she'd stabbed it. Crying out in pain she aims the gun at it, her aim off and misses. The monster rips the gun out of her hand, the knife still in its hand as it stabs her again, a laugh escaping it. Savanna screams out in pain as the blood pours out of her. With one final chance she takes her final hidden knife, plunging it in the thing's chest with the last ounce of energy she had. The thing screams as it gets in her face, suddenly throwing her away from him. That was her final straw, she had hoped it would kill him but she didn't think she was going to be able to survive from this.
Laying on the cold, hard grass Savanna feels the blood leaving her body, her body dying. This was the end. After this long, hard fight this was her end. As the monster who was bleeding just as much as her started towards her she gritted her teeth, preparing for her end. "See you in hell!" she mutters as it stood above her, There was no way she could fight anymore, the blood was just pouring out now. As her focus shifts in and out with her consciousness she awaits her final end, thinking about all the things she'd like to change. As she was about to meet her maker she had no idea what was about to transpire, the thing that would change her life forever.
As if on cue, there was a crack of a twig behind the young raven haired beauty. Turning ever so slowly Savanna glances into the shadows, trying to get a peek of the one thing she was hunting. " Come on you evil son of a b...". Out of nowhere the thing barrels into her, a deep growl from the back of it's throat. The hidden knife in her sleeve slides down into her hand as she prepares for the contact she knew was about to take place. The large, half human-half monster thing plows into the slight girl, knocking her to the ground. But not before Savanna's knife was plunged into its side. She wasn't sure exactly what this thing was, but she knew she had to kill it. A scream escapes the monster as it pulls the knife out of its side, now holding a weapon it could use against the huntress. Rolling on the ground Savanna tries to reach her shotgun that had slide away in the scuffle but the monster was fast. With the gun barely in her reach, she was pulled away from it, her feet kicking out in all directions. One of her boots collide with the thing's knee, kicking it backwards. As it screeched in pain it picked her up, throwing her against the closest tree. One of her bones crack loudly, a howl of pain escapes her as she holds her shoulder. Holding it tightly, she tries to get up, to reach for the gun in her boot.
Savanna was in deep shit, that was sure. She didn't expect the thing to be so strong - she had thought this was going to be an easy kill. Obviously she was very, very wrong. Sometimes she was too stubborn for her own good, As she finally stands up, the gun in her hand the monster comes up to her, stabbing her in the lower abdomen, right where she'd stabbed it. Crying out in pain she aims the gun at it, her aim off and misses. The monster rips the gun out of her hand, the knife still in its hand as it stabs her again, a laugh escaping it. Savanna screams out in pain as the blood pours out of her. With one final chance she takes her final hidden knife, plunging it in the thing's chest with the last ounce of energy she had. The thing screams as it gets in her face, suddenly throwing her away from him. That was her final straw, she had hoped it would kill him but she didn't think she was going to be able to survive from this.
Laying on the cold, hard grass Savanna feels the blood leaving her body, her body dying. This was the end. After this long, hard fight this was her end. As the monster who was bleeding just as much as her started towards her she gritted her teeth, preparing for her end. "See you in hell!" she mutters as it stood above her, There was no way she could fight anymore, the blood was just pouring out now. As her focus shifts in and out with her consciousness she awaits her final end, thinking about all the things she'd like to change. As she was about to meet her maker she had no idea what was about to transpire, the thing that would change her life forever.
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