Character's full name: Eisley Castelo
Alias/ Nickname/ Codename:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Date of Birth: 05/16/2004
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Manhatten, New York
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian
🦄 Appearance 🦄
Hair color and style: Dark brown curls that reach a bit past her shoulders.
Skin Tone: Pale.
Eye Color: Blue Green
Height: 5'4"
Build: Very slim and still filling out.
Visible mutation: N/A
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Dozens of small scars here and there. One very prominent web of scars on her right ear that takes up most of the skin, and another across her left wrist.
Other features: She is deaf on the right side due to a previous injury.
Everyday clothing style: Hand-me-downs mostly. Ill-fitting boys clothes. Lovely fitted dresses, polished shoes, and expensive brands.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: N/A
Miscellaneous clothing: Almost always has a backpack with her. Always has some form of designer backpack or purse.
🦄 Character 🦄
Personality: Having sent a good portion of her life moving from bad environment to bad environment, her personality never really got to flourish. She tends to be guarded and shy most of the time, speaking when spoken to if it absolutely demands it. She doesn't volunteer information about herself willingly, tends to be a little vague, and has a hard time being around others for long periods. She works best as a solitary figure but has been known to join groups when the need arises. Aside from her sticky-fingered tendencies, she is a very kind girl who just wants a stable life. She loves people and if given a chance will chat your ear off.
Hobbies/ Interests: She never really learned anything special or interesting. She can't sing because of her ear, can't play any kind of music, and no dancing ability what so ever. A lot of things interest her, but she tends to avoid them.
Job or part-time job and description: Thief. Eisley spends the majority of her time pocketing as much as she can get away with, and then using or selling the items later for cash. Currently a student, and learning to be a very devout member of her church.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Death. She really, really really wants to avoid that if possible. Also, two-faced people who turn on you. So, betrayal if you will.
Special talents: Over the years she has gotten pretty good at pick-pocketing and some slight of hand. It makes it easier slipping things into pockets and bags or pulling things from pockets or bags.
🦄 Morality 🦄
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral good.
Mutations
Mutation description: N/A
Strengths:
Weaknesses and Limitations:
🦄 Physical Abilities 🦄
General Physical Capabilities: She's got a runners body. She's fast for a malnourished teen and can haul herself over most fence styles with a good effort if footholds are available.
Fighting Style: Scrapper. She really doesn't have any kind of fighting style, nor strength, but she will put up a fight if need be.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: She isn't that strong, but she doesn't give up.
🦄 History Of Your Character 🦄
Born and raised by a single mother, Eisley wasn't given the best start in life from an early age. Her mother worked at a gentleman's club down the street from their hotel room. It was all they could afford. She was left by herself a lot for long hours at a time, generally locked in a 'safe' room with few things she could hurt herself with. Her mother wasn't the most attentive woman. Preferring to make a bottle and leave them in the playpen with her instead of holding her child. Eisley grew up mostly alone with little contact from other people. Occasionally she saw men and women her mother would bring home, but hardly interacted with them. She also grew accustomed to violence at an early age. The first time a man had smacked her mother across the face had been scary, but not nearly as nearly as scary as the shouting match that happened after, or how her mother had yelled at her when they were alone.
She was frail and underweight for most of her childhood. It still haunted her into her late teens. When she was able to communicate enough to ask for things, her mom took to leaving out food at set times for her to feed herself. She learned quickly that if she ate all of it too soon her stomach would twist in hunger later in the night. She wasn't sent to school to learn with other children. She learned things from kids programs on TV, and from the occasional magazine that would end up at home. When she was old enough to go out on her own she started stealing things... it was food at first. Things to make the pain go away for a little while. It graduated to other things slowly. Soon she was bringing things home to give to her mom as presents. The woman didn't question it if the gift was useful. If it wasn't she threw it away.
The first time she got caught stealing was the last time she saw her mom. A very friendly, if stern police officer escorted her home after catching her in the act. Her mother answered the door hungover, apologized repeatedly to the officer while pulling Eisley inside. When the door shut all hell broke loose. The child had never seen her mother so angry. She tried to defend herself as much as she could because why was this time different? Why hadn't she been mad all of the other times she stole stuff? Attempting to reason with her mom only succeeded in making the woman angrier. A vase she had brought home months before became a weapon and Eisley walked away from the fight with a bloody ear and a ringing pain that wouldn't go away.
It took a few days to recover from the injury, but when she was able to walk straight again she decided enough was enough. She couldn't hear out of one side of her head. She needed to leave.
She packed and waited for the right time. One day when her mom left for work she let herself out and didn't return. No missing person reports were ever filed. No one ever came looking for her. She discovered the streets were equally as scary as home pretty quickly, and also that finding help when you were homeless was harder than people made it seem. For the next few years, she wandered the city, moving from place to place. Wherever it was safe for the moment.
🦄 Roleplay 🦄
What’s your OOC alias?: Mouse!
Where did you learn about this site?: Saph!
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Andy, Megan, Elke, Shelby
Sample RP:
The watch box easily slipped inside of the large pocket of her coat as she passed, pretending to look at a purse on the display next to it. The watch was easily worth a good hundred buck, but she would only get 20 or 30 bucks for it on the street or in a pawn shop. Still, if she was careful that much would buy her a few meals. The teen stepped away from the display, hands going back into her pockets and she turned and casually headed for the door. Keen eyes were trained on the cashiers up at the front of the store. They might have known something was up just from how she was dressed, but unless they saw her actually pocket something, there wasn't much they could do. All she needed to do was wait for the staff to be occupied with something else, and then she could make a break for the door. When the alarm inevitably went off she'd have time to run for it before they could catch up to her.
If it wasn't obvious, she'd done this before. This place as well as different places. They probably knew her face, but if she waited long enough some would forget, or there would be new employees on the floor who hadn't encountered her before. That's all it tended to be... one big waiting game. Sometimes she would even stop by a different branch to return some items. She usually got more back from that kind of scam. They were riskier though, so she didn't do it very often.
As she watched, waiting by another rack of clothes and casually picking through them, a small rush of customers came in. People stepped up to get checked out, some gathered around displays and sale tables. She made her move.
The teen slipped past a group of people coming in. The alarm triggered, and the group stopped in confusion. She sprinted off down the sidewalk and out of sight just as an employee stepped out of the story to look for her.
