We got that sweet hot loving Dancing in the dark Out in the streets we're running Shut down every bar So put your arms around me baby We're tearing up the town 'Cause that's just how we do Sometimes, she's Tamsin Sawyer, just another stark intern. Other times, she's Sigma, the world's greatest technopathic hacker and creator of R.O.S.S, one of the most humanoid robots in existence. This is an independent role play blog for the original character Tamsin Sawyer AKA Sigma. Will roleplay with anyone from any fandom.
I think I've finished my Deadpool/Copycat OC. Or, at least, I've finished her first draft. What do you guys think? What should I add/take away?
â GENERAL â
NAME: Charlotte "Charlie" Aretha Wilson
ALIAS: Whiskey
D.O.B: October 19th
AGE: 22
GENDER:Â Female
SPECIES:Â Human Mutant
RELIGION:Â Atheist
SEXUALITY:Â Bisexual
MARITAL STATUS:Â Single
â FAMILY â
Wade Wilson. Father. Alive. Last seen 4/28/09.
Vanessa Carlysle. Mother. Deceased.
Blind Althea. Former guardian and maternal figure. Alive.
â PERSONALITY â
+ rational, smart, stable, good
- Â judgmental, hesitant, closed off, terrified of ending up like her parents
â ABOUT â
Charlotte "Charlie" Wilson was born twenty two years ago to Vanessa Carlysle, a former prostitute and genetic metamorph, and the notorious mercenary, Deadpool.
Due to Wade's shaky mental state and Vanessa's involvement with Weapon X, Charlie was raised by neither of her parents. Instead, she grew up in the homes of her father's friends. Weasel, Orksa, Bob, the list of temporary caregivers goes on and on. However, she only ever truly considered one person family, and that person was Blind Al.
She remembers little of her mother. A face that changes, blue skin, a flash of silver hair, sparkling red eyes, a lullabye â tiny aspects, but important ones, none the less.
Charlie's relationship with Wade is less than ideal. For most of her childhood, he was absent, only popping in every once in a while to make sure she wasn't slacking off in her "mercenary studies" or to steal her away from her bed at night only to take her on stupid, dangerous family outings. As she got older, wiser, and more aware of his pitfalls, the time she spent with him only dwindled, until he finally just stopped visiting all together one day. That was about five years ago, and she hasn't a peep from him since.
Despite her combat skills, Charlotte desires a more mundane lifestyle and isn't looking to take up the family business of killing. Instead, she's hoping to get a desk job at S.H.I.E.L.D after she graduates.Â
Charlie is currently finishing up her last year at Empire State University and is a linguistics major.
She was named after Charlotte from Sex and the City. Wade picked it, obviously. He also picked her middle name, which is after Aretha Franklin.
It is not uncommon for enemies of Deadpool's to attack Charlie. It is even less uncommon for her to whoop their stupid asses before they even realize what's hit them.
For the most part, she tries to keep who she is and who she's related to under wraps. It's easier that way, she doesn't get shot nearly as much.
[[ I've decided to make a DP/Copycat bby (shut up, I miss them) and I need help picking the FC. The character is essentially everything her parents aren't: responsible, reliable, not out of her fucking mind, ect. She's a real stand up chick for the most part, even wants to be a SHIELD agent instead of taking up the family business. Spent most of her childhood and teen years with Al, who essentially raised her because of DP's instability and Copycat's death. Only times she really saw her Dad were during the occasional visit - which, were essentially kidnappings, since it usually involved grabbing her from her bed and taking her to do something stupid and dangerous. Truth is, she doesn't even know her father all that well anymore. She used to, but it's been years since they've been close. They're relationship kinda sucks.
Anyways, for the FC, should it be be Alona Tal, Teresa Palmer, or Lyndsy Fonseca? Who fits the character best? ]]
Sid was still angry with the girl yet at the same time, so confused. One second she was stark raving mad with him, because he had bumped into her, then she asked if he was alright before throwing her coffee all over him and now she was happy at the fact he hated her. What the fuck.
Suddenly hearing her say they were on the same page, and a shit head, caused Sid to smile slightly despite the situation he was in. "Uh! Who the fuck are you, anyway!?"Â
Tamsin had always been good at throwing people off. The way she reacted to things, the way she could shift and adjust according to the situation, the way she lied and tricked people â it tended to toss most idiots through a loop, making them uncertain and confused. This boy, whoever he was, didn't seem to be an exception to that. Based on the puzzled expression that took over his already moronic face, he hadn't the slightest idea what the hell was going on.
Tamsin laughed, tossing golden curls behind her shoulder, a delighted sparkle in her blue eyes. "A girl that doesn't like you," she told him with a charming grin. "But, I get the feeling that that's true for nearly every girl you meet. So, how 'bout this: call me Tam."
"Good morning, I needed the reports about the nanotech weapon that were delivered here this morning please," Sarah smiled politely as she emailed a client through her Blackberry. She did a double take at the girl. "Iâm sorry, are you new here?"
"Good Morning to you, Miss Stark. I'll get on that right away," Tamsin replied, only half listening. The other half of her concentration was busy with something else â the infiltration of Sarah's emails and the reading of the very message she'd just sent.
Blue eyes flickered up to meet brown ones at the heiresses question. On the outside, nothing seemed to change. There was no obvious anger, annoyance, or even offense on her freckled face. However, inside, the girl was fuming, completely pissed that yet another person had forgotten who she was. "No, Ma'm," the blonde politely bit out, even though what she really wanted to do in that moment was bite her. "I've been here since last winter."Â
"Interesting." Howard looked over her work and for a woman she wasnât half bad at her methods of problem solving. He figured, eh. Why not. "Alright little miss, youâve got the job. How long do you want to work here for? Rest of the summer type, more of a two months perk, what?" He asked quickly and while Howard got like this he got a little fidgety. He couldnât stop moving his hands while he spoke. "Come on, lay em on me. Tell me your desires."
Tamsin watched the man carefully, entirely amused by him and his quirkiness. Enough so that it even made her grin. "Dude, my desires could fill the NYC phone book," the blonde sassily informed him, and it was all too true. "But, let's not get into that. That's off topic and would take up too much of your valuable time... and imagination. Instead, let's just say that I want a three months to a year and enough security clearance to get into the labs." she stated quite matter of factly. "Also, a recommendation later from you for my Empire State application. That part is non-negotiable, by the way."
"You're totally welcome!" Tamsin replied all too happily. Then, she turned and started towards the door.However, just as she got there, she stopped dead in her tracks and on the heel of her stolen louboutins, turned to look back at the agent. "Uhm, Miss Romanoff, before I leave, could I maybe ask you a question?"
"Of course, Miss Potts," he young blonde replied as she strode forward towards the desk and took a seat, her toothy grin never faltering for a second. Although, admittedly, the closer she got to Pepper, the more nervous that smile seemed. "What would you like to talk about?
Fay hated people. She couldnât stand most of them. So when she saw the strange girl stumbling around, she thought that it was another case of too much alcohol and too many parties. Until the girl dropped like a stone, and she saw the wings. They were white, and covered with blood. âDamn, I really didnât want to have to deal with this today.â She thought.
She walked over to the girl. Sheâd passed out on the ground. Fay sighed and knelt next to her. She could feel a small pulse, so luckily the girl was alive. Fay shook her shoulder. âHey, who are you? I need to get you off the street so that no one sees you.â She said in a hurried whisper. If the girl didnât answer her soon, Fay was likely to carry her somewhere where she wouldnât be seen.
After about fifteen seconds or so, Tamsin's blue eyes fluttered open and she was met with an unfamiliar, blurry face that seemed to be double before her eyes. "H-hello," she greeted weakly, reaching out a pale, bloodied hand towards the stranger. Freckled quickly found tanned ones as the young blonde wrapped her hand around the good samaritan's, seeking out some form of comfort in the touch of another.
"I'm Tamsin," she breathed heavily, the very act of speaking taking quite a bit of her effort and concentration on her part. She felt like she was going to go out again at any moment. Like in a matter of seconds, she might fall into unconscious and darkness.. and, the worst thing was, she feared that if that happened, she might never wake up. That was a scary thought, to say the least. "R.O.S.S," she mumbled incoherently. "T-take me to R.O.S.S..
"Yeah.." he said slowly looking down at his arm confused as to why she asked before looking back up just in time to dodge the cup from his face, resulting it to go allover his hoodie instead. "Fuck!" he let out as the hot coffee sunk through his clothes and on to his chest. "You fucker!" he pointed over to her, angrily. "I hate you!"
Tamsin lips curved into a big, wide smile and for the first time since they met, delight was evident in her blue eyes. "Awesome! I hate you too," she shouted out all too happily, clapping freckled hand together in excitement. "Now we're on the same page, shit head."
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