Post by Helena Bertinelli on Apr 6, 2010 18:57:03 GMT -5
HELENA LUCIA BERTINELLI
The proceedings for this session with one
Helena Lucia Bertinelli can now commence
after being postponed since 7/18/1984.
Subject is FEMALE and by referring to
their date of birth we are able to assume they are
TWENTY-FIVE, without suspicion of falsehood—as of yet. Inquiries are being made, however, in regards to their response to the request "Describe yourself in one word", to which their reply was“Forward.”
Individual’s sexual preference on the generic scale is HETEROSEXUAL and he/she associates, generally, with otherVIGILANTES. However, their current mental state has left us to wonder if being a TEACHER is truly right for them. The patient has also informed us that we may call them by the following title(s), THE HUNTRESS. Of all the responses recieved we were most disturbed to find that they believe quite adamantly that they resemble OLIVIA WILDE; such a claim raises many questions. [/color][/center]
distinguishing features
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self-presentation
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likes?
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dislikes?
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personal strengths?
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personal weaknesses?
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phobias?
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motives?
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evaluation summary
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As we neared the end of the session, we began to reach the
roots of our subject's character. Questions were posed concerning
their immediate relatives.
The persons responsible for their upbringing are/were
"SEPTIMO AND CARMELLA BERTINELLI", who are now deceased.
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When asked about siblings they responded: ” I grew up
with three siblings; two older brothers, Tony and Rocco, and a little
sister named Gabbi. I lost them when I was eight....that's all. ”
Lastly, we inquired about "significant others" who have had held or
who currently hold in a role in
their lives: ”As a teenager in Sicily, of course I had
my share of flings. More than my Tio and Tia approved of, to tell the
truth. What can I say? I have nature on my side. But, since I've been
back, I haven't had much time for a social life...work and all....and
now, with the state Gotham is in? How do you expect me to think about
dating? Sure, it'd be great to take a night off and have a good
time...but, honestly, what men are left?”
background check
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This marks the conclusion of this report.
To finish, we ask the name of the patient’s doctor: Tori.
Next, we need to know your schedule: EST.
Also, we need to know if you have anything to share with us:
”I am an admin. Hear me roar. :o) Everyone play nice now!”
Lastly, before we forget, a statement of your past experience in this
field would be an excellent finishing touch:
For a city that had lost a large portion of its inhabitants and fallen into ruin, Gotham was playing host to a surprisingly active nightlife. The scum that ran the city needed to have its playtime, afterall, and at night they had the whole city to themselves. The remaining upstanding citizens retreated to the safety of their beds as dusk fell, even the cops. There was no point in putting oneself in a ridiculously dangerous situation by strolling the unlit streets; laws could be enforced only in daylight (and even then only loosely). Night was when the mobsters made their deals, signed away people's lives, and plotted to destroy with a handshake.
At night, the only things standing against them were the masked phantoms that Gothamites had learned to place their trust in over the past months of desolation. So The Huntress sat in a darkly shadowed fire escape, watching the comings and goings of criminals, waiting for one in particular. He should emerge from the "club" any time now. He had to if he hopes to be on time for his appointment in The Narrows; and she would follow him.
The Huntress was an entity apart from the other vigilantes, though most of Gotham didn't realize it. Often people referred to her as a "new Batgirl", but they couldn't be further from the truth. She was not a part of the "Bat-family", even if she'd wanted to be, and she never would be be, even with Batman vanished as he was. Robin, Oracle, even Nightwing with his independent spirit, held noble beliefs she couldn't ever possibly share. Though they didn't condemn her as Batman had, calling her too dangerous and violent to be allowed, they knew she was in a league of her own.
At times, Huntress did crave the acceptance and support of those other costumed silhoetes who seemed to think and feel as she did, who also waged wars on crime for reasons locked in their own souls; perhaps she could have a partner to rely on instead of simply occasional aid, perhaps she could learn to be patient and calm as they were. But then, Helena Bertinelli would remind herself why she clashed with the Batman and those he had trained.
When all was said and done and they had a criminal, a killer, a villain completely caught...they cuffed them and sent them to the courts. From there the next stop was Blackgate or Arkham, but it didn't matter. Ultimately, they would be back on the streets. If they weren't released on "good behavior", they escaped, which was ridiculously easy to do nowadays with both institutions partially in ruins. Inevitably, they would destroy more lives, commit more crimes; what was the use of locking them away? Well, true, they didn't all escape, (how often had Nightwing told her this?) but then what was their fate? They sat lazily on a prison cot for the rest of their lives while the people they had killed rotted in a cold grave. It was unnacceptable. So, whenever she could avoid the interference of the others, The Huntress killed those she caught. She often wondered at the fact that she hadn't been arrested yet, so disturbed were Gotham's dark knights by her actions. Yet, they never even truly turned their backs on her. Nightwing in particular never failed in returning to her, always determined to have her see the error of her ways. Didn't she know that true justice involves mercy? Didn't she see that having compassion for criminals was what could truly disarm them? Didn't she realize that by killing in retaliation she was lowering herself to the level of those she killed? Somehow he seemed to understand her, see where she was coming from with her anger and bitterness and she relished that strange feeling of having something in common. However, Helena could never really accept what he told her. She saw the obvious logic in his statements, but her mind fought against him.
So, tonight, the Huntress was hot on the trail of her latest prey. She would stalk him as he left the club, well-fed and tipsy. She would use fear to coax him into some isolated spot. Then, she would kill Martin Lorreni.
At night, the only things standing against them were the masked phantoms that Gothamites had learned to place their trust in over the past months of desolation. So The Huntress sat in a darkly shadowed fire escape, watching the comings and goings of criminals, waiting for one in particular. He should emerge from the "club" any time now. He had to if he hopes to be on time for his appointment in The Narrows; and she would follow him.
The Huntress was an entity apart from the other vigilantes, though most of Gotham didn't realize it. Often people referred to her as a "new Batgirl", but they couldn't be further from the truth. She was not a part of the "Bat-family", even if she'd wanted to be, and she never would be be, even with Batman vanished as he was. Robin, Oracle, even Nightwing with his independent spirit, held noble beliefs she couldn't ever possibly share. Though they didn't condemn her as Batman had, calling her too dangerous and violent to be allowed, they knew she was in a league of her own.
At times, Huntress did crave the acceptance and support of those other costumed silhoetes who seemed to think and feel as she did, who also waged wars on crime for reasons locked in their own souls; perhaps she could have a partner to rely on instead of simply occasional aid, perhaps she could learn to be patient and calm as they were. But then, Helena Bertinelli would remind herself why she clashed with the Batman and those he had trained.
When all was said and done and they had a criminal, a killer, a villain completely caught...they cuffed them and sent them to the courts. From there the next stop was Blackgate or Arkham, but it didn't matter. Ultimately, they would be back on the streets. If they weren't released on "good behavior", they escaped, which was ridiculously easy to do nowadays with both institutions partially in ruins. Inevitably, they would destroy more lives, commit more crimes; what was the use of locking them away? Well, true, they didn't all escape, (how often had Nightwing told her this?) but then what was their fate? They sat lazily on a prison cot for the rest of their lives while the people they had killed rotted in a cold grave. It was unnacceptable. So, whenever she could avoid the interference of the others, The Huntress killed those she caught. She often wondered at the fact that she hadn't been arrested yet, so disturbed were Gotham's dark knights by her actions. Yet, they never even truly turned their backs on her. Nightwing in particular never failed in returning to her, always determined to have her see the error of her ways. Didn't she know that true justice involves mercy? Didn't she see that having compassion for criminals was what could truly disarm them? Didn't she realize that by killing in retaliation she was lowering herself to the level of those she killed? Somehow he seemed to understand her, see where she was coming from with her anger and bitterness and she relished that strange feeling of having something in common. However, Helena could never really accept what he told her. She saw the obvious logic in his statements, but her mind fought against him.
So, tonight, the Huntress was hot on the trail of her latest prey. She would stalk him as he left the club, well-fed and tipsy. She would use fear to coax him into some isolated spot. Then, she would kill Martin Lorreni.
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