Post by annabell on Aug 19, 2009 19:59:35 GMT -5
ANNA CELESTE BELL
Nicknames: Ginger, Cinnamon, Nutmeg (all references to her red hair)
Alias[es]: She's often mistaken for Annabelle
Age: 29
Physical Appearance:
Anna has fiery red hair kept in a short and choppy style that frames her face. She was born with almost white eyes that, over the years, evolved into a cerulean blue. When she isn't behind a desk piled high with paperwork she hides her blue eyes behind dark sunglasses.
She doesn't wear a lot of makeup on the job - just mascara and a bit of lip gloss. Off the clock (which is rare anymore) she prefers an edgier look.
Her wardrobe mostly consists of dark blues and browns. She prefers earth tones to pastels or bold colors. She prefers jeans, the darker the better. She wears a brown leather jacket over her ensembles no matter the weather.
At work she is found in her standard blues with her short hair peeking out from beneath her cap.
Distinguishing Marks:
Anna is, in her eyes, cursed with freckles.
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Strengths:
Military training - Anna recruited into the U.S. Army right out of high school. She spent five years in the military, where she was involved in various training procedures. She is knowledgeable in the following:
- Hand-to-hand combat - Engaging between herself and other persons with or without hand-held weapons within the range of physical contact.
- Firearm training - She knows her way around various forms of firearms whether they be repeating fire, semi-automatic, or automatic
- Negotiations - Though this hardly makes her a professional negotiator. She has been known, however, to pull rabbits from hats.
Eidetic memory - She never forgets anything she reads. She's been skilled at this since she was a child, and has only improved over the years. She's known for her ability to recall details from police files, no matter how insignificant said details seem. It comes in handy out on the street; especially when she's confronted with having to negotiate with a criminal mastermind.
Behavioral Communications - She is especially astute when it comes to reading other people via body language, mannerisms, speech and facial expressions. She learned this at a very young age from her father, who was a psychologist.
Weaknesses:
Trigger happy - She's quick to pull the trigger, which has gotten her reprimanded on more than one occasion. Anna feels she should shoot first and ask questions later.
Short temper - Maybe it's the red hair? She has a very short fuse when pressed and often explodes at the littlest things. It's something she's constantly "working on"... but nothing she feels warrants interaction from a therapist, or any concoction of pills that would be prescribed.
Strong willed/stubborn - She's always right. At least she always thinks she is. And no one can say otherwise... else the aforementioned temper arises. Anna will get a thought in her head, and becomes so consumed with said thought that it can actually interfere with her day unless she resolves it.
Personality Traits:
Highly opinionated - She speaks her mind whatever the situation, no matter the circumstances. If you don't want her thoughts on the situation, don't ask. Which leads us to -
Honesty to a fault - She doesn't believe in dishonesty. And she never hides anything. Whatever spills from her lips one can be certain is one hundred percent truth. She has the uncanny knack of knowing when someone is lying, and holds nothing against beating/scaring/belittling the truth out of someone if it gets her the answer she is seeking.
Wicked sense of humor - Anna laughs with her whole body, though it's a rare occasion when something strikes her as that amusing. Her eyes light up when she's entertained. Hers is a contagious laugh, one that isn't dulled given the situation.
Secret(s/)Motive(s): High hopes of becoming a police detective
Family Members: Both parents deceased. One older brother who lives across seas.
Partners: None.
History:
Anna was born the youngest of four children, and the only girl. So her parents, and brothers, treated her as if she were some sort of fragile doll until she turned seven - when her tomboy'ish side advanced. Anna could be found out with "the boys", climbing trees, catching all sorts of beasties and including herself in the imagination of her brothers... who often made her play the "damsel in distress".
Her father was gone quite a bit. He was a psychologist that spent most of his time "assessing crazies" (as her mother put it). So the few hours a week that were spent at home were spent with his children. Anna learned quite a few things as a child that most people spend their whole adult life trying to ascertain... the most important, he told her, learning to read people. Anna figured out by the age of nine what made most people tick. She could assess them in only a few minutes, which became a fault. It put a lot of distance between her and any future childhood friends because she could never differentiate from that mindset. Suffice to say most of her teen years were spent in the comforts of her bedroom, in the company of books. Most of those books were criminal fiction, which intrigued her. She found a fondness for the judicial side of life, and by the time she'd graduated knew that her path would lead her to becoming a cop.
But crime was taking its toll in the big city. The police academy had hundreds of applications from people who, like Anna, wanted to make a difference out on the streets. Anna didn't want her application to fall to the bottom of the stack, and decided her best course of action was to up her skills. She joined the U.S. Army and spent five years moving through the ranks until she was honorably discharged at the age of twenty-three.
On her twenty-fourth birthday she joined the police academy, where she grew proficient in Physical Training Tactics and Special Weapons training. She joined the NYPD that same year, where she was assigned to work under a crisis negotiator. Anna spent three years with her supervisor, eventually given the privilege of opening her own negotiation hold on three separate incidents. Though she soon realized that her true calling was becoming a Detective-Investigator.
At twenty-eight she was assigned to a Gotham City precinct, where she'd soon discover there was more to the criminal element than detached convenience. Gotham's criminal elite were far more tricky than the average NYC criminal. There were far more tricks up sleeves, and far more mental games played for which she hadn't been prepared. She was in Gotham only a few months before the earthquake hit, and she'd fought tooth and nail to stay behind... despite what everyone said about her Gotham rookie status.
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Roleplay example:
It had been a rough night pushing paperwork. It was the only thing about being a cop that she didn't like. It was the only thing about being a cop that no one liked. And since she was the new girl in the precinct it all usually got pushed on her.
Anna heaved a sigh as she closed one folder, deposited it into the 'processed' pile and opened the next. The picture inside leered up at her with apathetic eyes. Yeah... so mug-shotters always had emotionless eyes - that was nothing new- but this photograph actually made her hand flip the folder closed.
That was the thing about Gotham. Ever since she'd been assigned to this precinct she'd experienced a much different type of criminal. And after the earthquake... well... they'd needed as much help as they could manage to keep the city running.
She ran a finger over the folder's inked cover. The name had been written numerous times over itself. The last cop to chart it had scrawled it in big block letters that seemed to stare up at her.
Anna ran a finger under the folder's edge and lifted the cover just enough to see the hint of an eye peeking back at her. The file had to be at least eleven inches thick. The papers towards the bottom of the file had begun to yellow from age.
She place a peach colored fingernail about two inches down from the top and flipped the file open again - succeeding in avoiding the criminal's glare. But none of the enclosed paperwork really told her anything. There were dates, and there were incident reports and witness reports, and there were a crap ton of photographs - but all information ended there.
She picked up the hefty folder and carried it four desks down to where one of the older cops, one who hadn't committed to calling her the name of a random spice, sat poring over his own folder. She cleared her throat after about twenty seconds when he hadn't seemed to take notice of her.
"Annabelle," he remarked with a half-hearted smile.
"Anna," she corrected, "Anna... Bell."
"Oh right. Sorry kiddo. It's been a long night. Whatcha got there?"
His finger pointed downwards to the enclosed folder in her hand, which she'd somehow forgotten about after her one thousandth name correction.
"Yeah, what is this?" she asked, heaving the massive file onto his desk.
His eyebrows furrowed at the name on the front.
"You haven't hearda' this guy?"
His surprise caught her off guard, and she shook her head as she mimicked his same facial expression. No... she'd heard of enough of them in the last three months... most of them seemed to have spent their life in and out of Arkham... a few of them even seemed at home there. She'd tagged along on more than one outing with the city's DA before the quake had coerced him to leave his city.
"Bad news, Anna," he told her, "Bad news."
"So what's his story? Who is he? His file's got nothing personal on him-"
"Yeah, no... it don't... that's 'cause no one knows nothin'."
"Not even his name?" she inquired. How could a guy with a folder that thick be anonymous?
"Name's Joker," the cop told her, "It's enough."
