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PERSONALITY: TOUGH: ; Tough and to the point, Faith is your general 'kick guys in the balls' tough bitch. She's blunt and volatile and will tell you how it is whether you like it or not. She's also a little crazy and doesn't mind being as such. A free spirit who used to jump off the highest cliffs back in Boston, she never feared much in her life. It shows through her personality especially when she was younger and didn't have much guilt and could care less about consequences. However, the guilt was slowly building up and it was definitely there. She prides herself in putting on a front to be the 'badass' and despite always being a rebel against society and the Watchers, she's kind of a little girl who's all trapped inside of some glass doll in a nightmare.
EMOTIONAL: ;Her other side shows exactly how vulnerable she is. When her heart was set on the father figure Mayor Wilkins, things definitely changed. Lehane despite being a true heart breaker, was always more a tomboy than anything. Her personality is more 'oops I did this but I don't care'. Redemption however is starting to take its toll on her soul and the more and more she loses people, the more she starts to realize. And by realizing, it's what she did wrong in her life. The people that lacked in it to love her, family was never there, things were always after her. She had no will to back down, always a go-getter and never taking no for an answer.
CLOSED OFF: ;However, those rarely allowed to will ever see her softer side. Only those of close friendships and bonds will know the real rogue Slayer. She's emotionally disturbed, gets off on violence and definitely has a sexual appetite. But buried beneath that surface is definitely way more than she lets on. Serious mommy issues anyone?
SO DARK WE FORGET WHO WE ARE // SUNNYDALE REBUILT.
Well, at least she didn't have to walk around good ol' Sunny'D with a redeemed stamp on her forehead. Battle and all, back with the white hats...whatever that meant. Faith knew for a fact that 100% it meant the good guys, just a weird way of saying it or phrasing it. Either way, she was down with that. Fighting the good fight and all, potentials and the like. They had been green as hell, like a fresh flower but still determined and willing. Eager little Slayers, like her and Miss Summers had once been. Well, except for Kennedy, as much as she wanted to think of her as some kind of 'little sister' she was a pain in the ass. That left room for one thing and one thing only; a job. What could a Slayer possibly do in the world of demon fighting? Well, the brunette couldn't really stick around in Buffy's house forever, or even shacking it up with anyone. No, Lehane was independent and could do anything she wanted to do. Didn't the Mayor say it best? She was an extremely capable young woman, old enough to choose her own road in life.
However that road hadn't exactly been anything more than a crooked fork of all things.
Shouldering her way inside of the club, the lithe figure took a seat at the bar and signaled for the tender to head over to her. "Shot of Tequila." her husky voice exhaled. He nodded but still his eyes lingered to her chest in her slightly low cut top. The Dark Slayer hadn't exactly been 'white trash' city as she had been as a teenager, even in her 'college' years when stalking Buffy at the campus she had seemed to clean up. Well, except for the whole Harlot lipstick thing, but still...getting better. Or half way there anyway. Her slender hand slapped down a five dollar bill onto the bar counter and waited for her change as he slid over the shot glass.
"Thanks, man." the tomboy up-nodded to him and downed the shot in a second flat, slamming it down on the counter. The music blasted at full volume and it was something the girl thrived on. Excitement, the thrill and the loudness of the place. Her thoughts immediately cut short as a guy behind her had practically plastered his hand on her shoulder. Faith's full lips upturned into a smirk as she peeled his hand off of her form. "So, are we as drunk as hell or are we just here to say hi?" the sassy brunette turned around fully on her bar stool and eyed him. "How about I just give you a good time?" the guy asked bluntly, attempting to put his arm around her waist.
"Or, how about not and we'll call it even?" Faith said in a care-free tone. She didn't have the patience to deal with this guy right now, not only did he look less for wear but he was also wasted as hell. Reminded her of her ex-boyfriend, Kenny. Was she a loser magnet or what? "C'mon, babe." the guy insisted, he was getting more and more on her last nerve. Faith straightened up in her seat and the tender raised a brow as he handed her her change.
"If you touch me again, I'll knock your teeth in, so why don't you go back to the dance floor and lay off the booze, cool?" her tone full of acid. The guy got the point obviously seeing the hard glare in his direction and started to mosey off else where. The bartender looked at her with an odd expression and then leaned forward, this time not staring at her chest.
"Wow. Looks like we don't need any bouncers here." he smirked. The younger Slayer eyed him and finally turned back in her seat. "Yeah, what can I say? I hold my own, life time of practice." she shrugged and then looked to the help wanted sign near the double doors that had been half ripped off. Stupid crowd of people.
"Still need employees?" arching both of her perfectly shaped brows. He nodded and she smiled. "Count me in." it was the first time she had really gotten a stable job, aside from running from Boston to God knows where, mostly California and some parts of Detroit in her life. It was always the same, run, run and more running. Now, it was like she was on solid ground and not sinking anymore. "You start next week." he said out loud just as the woman got up from the stool, having pocketed her money and grinned ear to ear.
"Wicked!" the Boston native laughed, finally feeling like she had her place in life. Good, income, which meant no need to mug someone like she did in LA for a place to stay and some moola. Like it would ever come to that anymore anyway. Weaving her way onto the dance floor, Faith avoided the drunk guy like the plague and started to sway her hips to the music, running her hands up and down her body. Free-bird anyone? Hell yes!
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SO LET'S FIND A BAR:
Name: Faith Lehane
Nicknames: F, Dark Slayer, Rogue Slayer, Cleavagy Slut-Bomb
Height/Weight: 5'5/125 pounds.
Age: 24 (17+ S3.)
Birth Place: South Boston, MA
Occupation: Psychotic Slayer
Relationships: Kenny, Drummer and... loser magnet!
LIKES
Sex
Weapons
Booze
Killing shit
Killing more shit
Pointy stakes
Sassing
Dancing
Stealing guys
Stealing YOUR guy
DISLIKES:
Vampires
Angelus
Being outnumbered
Can't lie her way out of a paper bag.
Her past
Running
Crazy prison females
Getting her ass kicked
Mommy issues!
Hugs
Mushy moments
Talking about her past
Rarely, Buffy Summers
WORDS OF WISDOM:
"Shoulda' been there B, quite a ride."
EMOTIONAL: ;Her other side shows exactly how vulnerable she is. When her heart was set on the father figure Mayor Wilkins, things definitely changed. Lehane despite being a true heart breaker, was always more a tomboy than anything. Her personality is more 'oops I did this but I don't care'. Redemption however is starting to take its toll on her soul and the more and more she loses people, the more she starts to realize. And by realizing, it's what she did wrong in her life. The people that lacked in it to love her, family was never there, things were always after her. She had no will to back down, always a go-getter and never taking no for an answer.
CLOSED OFF: ;However, those rarely allowed to will ever see her softer side. Only those of close friendships and bonds will know the real rogue Slayer. She's emotionally disturbed, gets off on violence and definitely has a sexual appetite. But buried beneath that surface is definitely way more than she lets on. Serious mommy issues anyone?
SO DARK WE FORGET WHO WE ARE // SUNNYDALE REBUILT.
Well, at least she didn't have to walk around good ol' Sunny'D with a redeemed stamp on her forehead. Battle and all, back with the white hats...whatever that meant. Faith knew for a fact that 100% it meant the good guys, just a weird way of saying it or phrasing it. Either way, she was down with that. Fighting the good fight and all, potentials and the like. They had been green as hell, like a fresh flower but still determined and willing. Eager little Slayers, like her and Miss Summers had once been. Well, except for Kennedy, as much as she wanted to think of her as some kind of 'little sister' she was a pain in the ass. That left room for one thing and one thing only; a job. What could a Slayer possibly do in the world of demon fighting? Well, the brunette couldn't really stick around in Buffy's house forever, or even shacking it up with anyone. No, Lehane was independent and could do anything she wanted to do. Didn't the Mayor say it best? She was an extremely capable young woman, old enough to choose her own road in life.
However that road hadn't exactly been anything more than a crooked fork of all things.
Shouldering her way inside of the club, the lithe figure took a seat at the bar and signaled for the tender to head over to her. "Shot of Tequila." her husky voice exhaled. He nodded but still his eyes lingered to her chest in her slightly low cut top. The Dark Slayer hadn't exactly been 'white trash' city as she had been as a teenager, even in her 'college' years when stalking Buffy at the campus she had seemed to clean up. Well, except for the whole Harlot lipstick thing, but still...getting better. Or half way there anyway. Her slender hand slapped down a five dollar bill onto the bar counter and waited for her change as he slid over the shot glass.
"Thanks, man." the tomboy up-nodded to him and downed the shot in a second flat, slamming it down on the counter. The music blasted at full volume and it was something the girl thrived on. Excitement, the thrill and the loudness of the place. Her thoughts immediately cut short as a guy behind her had practically plastered his hand on her shoulder. Faith's full lips upturned into a smirk as she peeled his hand off of her form. "So, are we as drunk as hell or are we just here to say hi?" the sassy brunette turned around fully on her bar stool and eyed him. "How about I just give you a good time?" the guy asked bluntly, attempting to put his arm around her waist.
"Or, how about not and we'll call it even?" Faith said in a care-free tone. She didn't have the patience to deal with this guy right now, not only did he look less for wear but he was also wasted as hell. Reminded her of her ex-boyfriend, Kenny. Was she a loser magnet or what? "C'mon, babe." the guy insisted, he was getting more and more on her last nerve. Faith straightened up in her seat and the tender raised a brow as he handed her her change.
"If you touch me again, I'll knock your teeth in, so why don't you go back to the dance floor and lay off the booze, cool?" her tone full of acid. The guy got the point obviously seeing the hard glare in his direction and started to mosey off else where. The bartender looked at her with an odd expression and then leaned forward, this time not staring at her chest.
"Wow. Looks like we don't need any bouncers here." he smirked. The younger Slayer eyed him and finally turned back in her seat. "Yeah, what can I say? I hold my own, life time of practice." she shrugged and then looked to the help wanted sign near the double doors that had been half ripped off. Stupid crowd of people.
"Still need employees?" arching both of her perfectly shaped brows. He nodded and she smiled. "Count me in." it was the first time she had really gotten a stable job, aside from running from Boston to God knows where, mostly California and some parts of Detroit in her life. It was always the same, run, run and more running. Now, it was like she was on solid ground and not sinking anymore. "You start next week." he said out loud just as the woman got up from the stool, having pocketed her money and grinned ear to ear.
"Wicked!" the Boston native laughed, finally feeling like she had her place in life. Good, income, which meant no need to mug someone like she did in LA for a place to stay and some moola. Like it would ever come to that anymore anyway. Weaving her way onto the dance floor, Faith avoided the drunk guy like the plague and started to sway her hips to the music, running her hands up and down her body. Free-bird anyone? Hell yes!
--
SO LET'S FIND A BAR:
Name: Faith Lehane
Nicknames: F, Dark Slayer, Rogue Slayer, Cleavagy Slut-Bomb
Height/Weight: 5'5/125 pounds.
Age: 24 (17+ S3.)
Birth Place: South Boston, MA
Occupation: Psychotic Slayer
Relationships: Kenny, Drummer and... loser magnet!
LIKES
Sex
Weapons
Booze
Killing shit
Killing more shit
Pointy stakes
Sassing
Dancing
Stealing guys
Stealing YOUR guy
DISLIKES:
Vampires
Angelus
Being outnumbered
Can't lie her way out of a paper bag.
Her past
Running
Crazy prison females
Getting her ass kicked
Mommy issues!
Hugs
Mushy moments
Talking about her past
Rarely, Buffy Summers
WORDS OF WISDOM:
"Shoulda' been there B, quite a ride."
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