Post by Fiona Maccafferty on Dec 23, 2014 1:32:02 GMT
"She's wordy and verbose/prolific and prone to prose/Literary, it's so scary/reading Brontes back to back"-nrrd girl, MC Chris
Full Name: Fiona Jane "Fee" Maccafferty, PhD.
Gender: Female
DoB: 10th March 1985 - 30
Hometown: Boston, MA
Height: 4'9''
Weight: 98 lbs
Defining features: Bright red hair, freckles.
Occupation and organization: Counterintelligence, FBI
Area Assigned: Headquarters, Hoover Builidng, Washington, DC
Crinimal record (If applicable) NONE
Personality: Fiona is a young woman, who is very nervous in nature. She's a genius, and this makes her a bit of an oddball. She likes simple things, and is unfussy. She is prone to random outbursts, though, when she is overstimulated, but generally is very even-tempered. She likes all things Irish, and even has a cute little accent.
Likes: Science/maths, reading, Star Wars, pizza
Dislikes: Bugs, crowds, guns, germs, Mexican food
History:Fee was born in Boston, MA to an immigrant couple, Kenneth and Maureen Maccafferty. They were very pooooor; Kenneth worked at the docks until he could save enough money to form a mechanics' shop with his brother Simon. It took several years for Big Mac's garage to take off, and when Fee was born, the family lived in a studio apartment above the Lutheran church. Things were OK for awhile, but Maureen eventually grew more and more unhappy, and when Fee was six, her mother abandoned the family. Kenneth sent Fee to Ireland to live with his family for a few years while he got back on his feet.
Fiona returned to the US at age 10, and returned to school. She spent her off time doing the books for her father, and assisting in the garage. Two years later, her father met a new woman, Sydney Rubinchek, and the two married the year after that. When she was 15, her brother Liam was born. Fiona graduated from High School at age 16, and went on to MIT, where she moved quickly through her grades. She was a victim of sexual assault on campus, and it's affected her whole life. At age 21, she began an internship with the FBI in New York City, where she served as the Technical Analyst for the Counter-terror unit. She is now assigned to the Counter-terror unit in DC, also as the Technical Analyst.
Rp Sample: Saturdays. Daphne usually LIKED Saturdays. It was the first of two days that she had some free time all to herself. But today was different. She'd had to go into the office to finish some work. She hated working on Saturdays, and leaving pooooor Max alone with her father. She wanted to spend time with her son-he was growing SO fast, and she was afraid of the day that he would decide he hated her for leaving him fatherless and so, her guilt usually caused her to do some slightly dumb things. Like this lunch.
She had gone to the grocery store and gotten Max and her father all their favorite stuff. Now, the three people sat in her father's kitchen, eating Twinkies and fried chicken and cola, and Daphne had a stomachache...not just from the pooooor food, but also from the shame. She should not let her guilt make her feed her family so badly.
She sighed and sipped her Coke. Her father's one bedroom home was too small. She was trying to get him to move in with her, or else her older brother Jason, because he was starting to have bad health. He was too stubborn to hear it, though. She just hoped that she wasn't overtaxing him, leaving a five year old alone with him. He couldn't chase kids around anymore. But at least Max was mostly calm.
Finally, the family had finished their lunch, and went to the living room to finish a movie that the boys had started before Daphne got off work. She had asked her father before if he needed to go out and shop, and she'd been a bit surprised when he informed her that he was having dinner guests-former colleagues and Army friends, for hot dogs and beer and soda and the Texas A&M football game. Of course. She'd forgotten that the game was on, and though Max had BEGGED to be allowed to stay and watch it, she had to take him home. She needed her mom time, and since he didn't have a father, she felt double the pressure.
But as they piled onto the couch and chairs, she heard odd noises coming from the garage. She got up, turning to the boy and the man.
Both of you, stay HERE. She got her gun out of her tote, along with her badge, and slipped into the garage.
Hello? She called out, cautiously.
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Just remember, if you're ever in a bind and don't know what to do just think "What would Jesus do?" and yell out "Army of the Damned!" and we'll pop out from under the sofa
Disclamier: The sofa was there when we got there. It's not stolen. ¬.¬
No puppies were harmed during the making of this appearance. Unless we wanted to.
No blood was spilled during the making of said appearance, we drank it all xP
No souls were stolen by our resident ginger. Period. (Yes, they were!)
Full Name: Fiona Jane "Fee" Maccafferty, PhD.
Gender: Female
DoB: 10th March 1985 - 30
Hometown: Boston, MA
Height: 4'9''
Weight: 98 lbs
Defining features: Bright red hair, freckles.
Occupation and organization: Counterintelligence, FBI
Area Assigned: Headquarters, Hoover Builidng, Washington, DC
Crinimal record (If applicable) NONE
Personality: Fiona is a young woman, who is very nervous in nature. She's a genius, and this makes her a bit of an oddball. She likes simple things, and is unfussy. She is prone to random outbursts, though, when she is overstimulated, but generally is very even-tempered. She likes all things Irish, and even has a cute little accent.
Likes: Science/maths, reading, Star Wars, pizza
Dislikes: Bugs, crowds, guns, germs, Mexican food
History:Fee was born in Boston, MA to an immigrant couple, Kenneth and Maureen Maccafferty. They were very pooooor; Kenneth worked at the docks until he could save enough money to form a mechanics' shop with his brother Simon. It took several years for Big Mac's garage to take off, and when Fee was born, the family lived in a studio apartment above the Lutheran church. Things were OK for awhile, but Maureen eventually grew more and more unhappy, and when Fee was six, her mother abandoned the family. Kenneth sent Fee to Ireland to live with his family for a few years while he got back on his feet.
Fiona returned to the US at age 10, and returned to school. She spent her off time doing the books for her father, and assisting in the garage. Two years later, her father met a new woman, Sydney Rubinchek, and the two married the year after that. When she was 15, her brother Liam was born. Fiona graduated from High School at age 16, and went on to MIT, where she moved quickly through her grades. She was a victim of sexual assault on campus, and it's affected her whole life. At age 21, she began an internship with the FBI in New York City, where she served as the Technical Analyst for the Counter-terror unit. She is now assigned to the Counter-terror unit in DC, also as the Technical Analyst.
Rp Sample: Saturdays. Daphne usually LIKED Saturdays. It was the first of two days that she had some free time all to herself. But today was different. She'd had to go into the office to finish some work. She hated working on Saturdays, and leaving pooooor Max alone with her father. She wanted to spend time with her son-he was growing SO fast, and she was afraid of the day that he would decide he hated her for leaving him fatherless and so, her guilt usually caused her to do some slightly dumb things. Like this lunch.
She had gone to the grocery store and gotten Max and her father all their favorite stuff. Now, the three people sat in her father's kitchen, eating Twinkies and fried chicken and cola, and Daphne had a stomachache...not just from the pooooor food, but also from the shame. She should not let her guilt make her feed her family so badly.
She sighed and sipped her Coke. Her father's one bedroom home was too small. She was trying to get him to move in with her, or else her older brother Jason, because he was starting to have bad health. He was too stubborn to hear it, though. She just hoped that she wasn't overtaxing him, leaving a five year old alone with him. He couldn't chase kids around anymore. But at least Max was mostly calm.
Finally, the family had finished their lunch, and went to the living room to finish a movie that the boys had started before Daphne got off work. She had asked her father before if he needed to go out and shop, and she'd been a bit surprised when he informed her that he was having dinner guests-former colleagues and Army friends, for hot dogs and beer and soda and the Texas A&M football game. Of course. She'd forgotten that the game was on, and though Max had BEGGED to be allowed to stay and watch it, she had to take him home. She needed her mom time, and since he didn't have a father, she felt double the pressure.
But as they piled onto the couch and chairs, she heard odd noises coming from the garage. She got up, turning to the boy and the man.
Both of you, stay HERE. She got her gun out of her tote, along with her badge, and slipped into the garage.
Hello? She called out, cautiously.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Just remember, if you're ever in a bind and don't know what to do just think "What would Jesus do?" and yell out "Army of the Damned!" and we'll pop out from under the sofa
Disclamier: The sofa was there when we got there. It's not stolen. ¬.¬
No puppies were harmed during the making of this appearance. Unless we wanted to.
No blood was spilled during the making of said appearance, we drank it all xP
No souls were stolen by our resident ginger. Period. (Yes, they were!)
