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Christine Gilbert

"Come on, guys. Smile a little, laugh a little. This ain't prison."

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a character in “Marked for Death | Remake.”, originally authored by Sly_Mafia, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description



Christine Gilbert




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Personal information and appearance



Preferred nicknames: Optional.

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Face claim: Stana Katic

Role: Protector

Sexual preference: Heterosexual

Nationality: Russian-American

Secondary occupation: Sharpshooter in the United States Marines on leave

Hair colour: Chestnut brown with golden accents

Eye colour: Hazel-green

Height: 5'7




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Skills



Skills:
  • Mixed Martial Arts -- Christine was trained at a young age by her father, who served in the US army for over thirty years.
  • Marksmanship -- Christine has proven very efficient in the shooting department. She has a collection of over 200 guns and has a lot of them stored in several locations in the house. Her skill in this department has earned her the rank of sharpshooter.
  • Cooking -- She finds cooking calming and is fascinated by the different recipes of the world.
  • Russian -- She speaks fluent Russian

Strengths:
  • Agility -- Christine was on the track team in school and was always a fast runner. She can get past people very quickly.
  • Quick reflexes -- Her father started her training when she was a kid, so Christine reacts at the drop of a pen. At one point, one of the kids came in the kitchen when she was cooking and she turned around with a 9 mm directed at them.
  • Flexibility

Weaknesses:
  • Pride -- It is quite rare for Christine to admit that she is wrong. She is quite stubborn in that sense. Once she figures out her mistake, her pride will not let her apologize. She might do it, surprisingly, but grudgingly.
  • Power of observation -- Christine is not that person that will notice the evil glint in someone's eyes. She is completely oblivious, even when someone is attracted to her.
  • Her expressive face -- Her eyes say everything.




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Personality



Likes:
Cooking
Kids
Taking jogs
Coffee
Sweet potato fries
Pies
Ice cream
Mystery novels
Beer
Greasy fast food
Wine Red is my favorite
Bath

Dislikes:
Vegetarian food
Cookies
Psychology
Having to give advice
Hunters
Anyone who dislikes or wants to bring harm to the kids
Apples
The thought of falling in love
Losing control

Fears:
- Falling in love Falling in love means losing control - of letting someone see you in a vulnerable state and letting them love you for that. I can't afford to do that right now.
- Anything happening to the kids They're so innocent.

Hobbies:
  • Cooking
  • Jogging
  • Sparring
  • Enjoying a nice glass of wine with a good mystery novel

Flaws:
  • Advice Giving -- It just feels awkward to her, the notion of giving advice. Giving advice means sharing wisdom and Christine doesn't feel like she's old enough or experienced enough to give sound advice. In truth, she feels like someone needs to give her some.
  • Expressiveness -- Again, her face gives away everything
  • Pride

Quirks:
  • Singing -- She sings when she's cooking. She has a pretty good voice.
  • Rolling her eyes when she is not impressed or irritated
  • Polishing her guns - Perhaps Christine is OCDish when it comes to her guns. She polishes them every single day and makes sure everything is working properly.

Overall personality.
Christine is definitely a lot more laid-back than she would seem, especially in front of the kids. She doesn't want to make them feel like everything has to be so depressing and serious. So, she invites them to cook with her; they make funny shapes in the food, discover new recipes, and play video games. She does have her serious moments like when everyone needs to have their guards up, but she generally tries to keep a fun and trusting atmosphere between herself and the kids. She cares deeply for everyone, including the protectors. Her face gives everything away: her boredom, her irritation, her anger, her true happiness, etc. She could never pull of a real smile when trying to be fake. It would never reach her eyes. She is quite stubborn and proud, never admitting when she is wrong and never backing down when she needs to. But she has a big heart and that usually makes up for everything. And she is definitely a natural-born leader.
Stubborn|| Laid-back|| Strong|| Proud|| Caring|| Expressive




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So begins...

Christine Gilbert's Story

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Character Portrait: Christine Gilbert Character Portrait: Timothy Jones Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: James Whitton Character Portrait: Xiulan Qi
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Xiulan Qi "Stay close." Xiulan ordered as she lead a group of childern and like minded adults toward an old house. It was tucked away in the mountians, far from where any Hunters could find them.

She still couldn't believe what ths little girl said was true. "They are coming for us. They want to take us from our bedrooms and execute us in our sleep if we don't do what they say." Little Sydney Donovan had cried to her. Thankfully, Xiulan knew about the girl's ability, like everyone in the village did but unlike most, she listened very closely to what the girl said.

They all knew what the townsfolk had felt about the childern. It was a little unnerving, their abilites but they were just childern, with the proper training they could be taught how to use them, help protect the town but no. The townsfolk took the mindset of Salem and branded them all dangerous. It was sick. Xiulan wasn't about to let that happen.

Another child would not die, Not while she was alive.


So when Sydney warned her about the attack, Xiulan was prepared. Her and a few others, grabbed the childern and left the town of Morrin.

Xiulan took noticed of the house coming into view. "Just up ahead." She said and lead them up to house.

Once then she stepped inside and checked the house. It was relatively untouched and all clear.

"Alright, everyone inside. Quickly." She said, still unsure if any Hunter's were following.


Sydney Donovan Sydney clung to someone's hand as she and the other 'supernatural' childern were lead off by Ms. Xiulan. Sydney was a little intimidated by her but she knew she could trust her. That's why she knew to tell her about the vision. It wasn't a Destiny Vision. Those she couldn't change. It was a Choice vision. She saw them make the decision before they actually made it. They had a choice do or don't. Evidently, they decided on 'Do'.

Sydeny was so frightened at this point she could hardly move. If it wasn't for the hand she was holding. She wouldn't be going anyway. "Just up ahead." Xiulan said and Syndey saw the house coming up.

Pretty soon, Xiulan checked it out and rushed them all inside. Sydney rushed in quickly, never letting go of the hand she was holding, trembing a bit, still terrified.

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Character Portrait: Christine Gilbert Character Portrait: Kayleigh Jamison Arviss. Character Portrait: Timothy Jones Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: James Whitton
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Dylan Arniss.

Dylan looked up at Xiulan when she warned the group to stay close and said absolutely nothing in response. He was already trailing behind a little but he'd made it perfectly clear when the protectors found him that they had to keep their distance otherwise he'd be uncomfortable and would be more likely to lose his temper if they were approached by anyone else. They were just lucky he'd not threatened or attacked them at first; he might've done just that but he was so desperate for some positive attention that he jumped into their arms as soon as he was found. So here he was, moving into a house full of children like him and four adults that he wasn't familiar with.

However, despite his disliking for the other members of their so-called group, Sydney was the only one he could somewhat relate to in her fears and shyness. In fact, the poor kid was clung to him. Every now and then he would look down at her to make sure she was alright.

The woman spoke again but Dylan was too busy scanning their surroundings for any signs of the hunters, more specifically his older sister. He couldn't see her but he knew she was watching them from somewhere. 'I know you're there,' he mouthed in the direction of the forest. It seemed like the most obvious place she could hide at that time. Believe it or not, he knew his sister better than anyone, and knew exactly how her mind worked. Something like that would've pissed her right off.

They approached the building and naturally Dylan was one of the last to enter. The door was closed behind him and without so much as another word left to the rest of the group, he detached Sydney from his arm and attempted to smile at her, before leaving them all to it. He walked up the stairs and looked around curiously. Only one bathroom to be shared between all eight people in the house, and then four bedrooms. That should be fun. Although, if it was his choice, he'd choose to room with Sydney. She seemed like the type he could become friends with and hopefully learn from.

He picked out the bedroom he wanted and stepped inside. It was a plain room with two beds inside, both with grey and white covers. There were other pieces of brown furniture - basic ones - but that was pretty much it. The window was on the far side of the room, in between the two beds. He dibbed the one on the right side for himself, then leaned over and checked that the light switch was working; it was, but he turned it back off straight afterwards so he was sat in complete darkness with the curtains drawn. He closed the door before taking a seat on his bed.

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Character Portrait: Christine Gilbert Character Portrait: Kayleigh Jamison Arviss. Character Portrait: Timothy Jones Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: James Whitton
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#, as written by Mashotu
Timothy Jones


Timothy was scared and he didn't know what was going on. He had been following a group of other kids for awhile now, and he was pretty sure they were in danger. Feeling he wanted to protect them, he grasped up at Dakota's open hand, knowing she was scared as well. If someone point out he was scared, he'd say he wanted to comfort Dakota. Though, he was terrified at this point and wanted to just go hide with a squirrel family or something.

Once they reached the house, Timothy released the hand he was holding and bolted inside. The first thing he saw was a table. So he bolted under that. He curled up in a ball and hid his face. Okay... So maybe it wasn't too bad showing your scared...

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Character Portrait: Christine Gilbert Character Portrait: Kayleigh Jamison Arviss. Character Portrait: Timothy Jones Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: James Whitton
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Kayleigh Arviss & Casper Morris.

As soon as Dylan started to look around she knew that he'd sussed out she was watching the group. He was just smart like that, which she had always hated about him. Not a whole lot could slip past him if he actually bothered to pay attention every once in a while. She managed to catch a glimpse of the words he was mouthing to her and a low growl erupted from her throat out of anger. She felt a hand on her shoulder but she knew who it was so she bothered not with Casper.

"When do we get to head in?" she asked, her voice still slightly hoarse from the growl. "As soon as they begin to trust me, Kay. Let's hope they drop their guard, 'cause it looks much more difficult than I might've thought." She nodded in response.

No sooner than that, he was gone. She turned around and allowed herself a small smirk. "Gets me every freaking time..." she muttered, before wafting the air where he was stood and deciding to just leave the 'Gifted Children' to it. He'd handle it from then on so there really was no point in her even being there.

Casper was stood inside the living room when a small boy darted inside and hid underneath a table. He left the kid to it and decided to just greet them as they all entered. "Welcome all!" he exclaimed, holding both arms up to emphasise his words. He lowered them slowly to his sides after a moment. "I see you all found the house alright? I hope it wasn't too difficult," he paused for a moment, "my name is Casper. I'm the owner of this here house."

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Xiulan Qi & Sydney DonovanXiulan heard a noise and as soon as she turned around, a young man stood in the living room. How was that even possible? The place was all clear. She checked it herself, there was no way he was hidden. Xiulan quickly dropped into her stance, Her arms raised, and her fists clenched. "Welcome all!" He said and she never once dropped her stance. "I see you all found the house alright? I hope it wasn't too difficult," He said and Xiulan narrowed her eyes. Who was this fool and where did he come from. This place was empty and had been for years. A Squatter maybe? No, She would have seen the place had been lived in. It wasn’t. It was than she felt arms going around her waist, she dropped her gaze for a moment to see a bushel of curly brown hair below her. Sydney. The girl scared easily, she knew that. ”I need you to step back, Sydney.” She told her and Sydney nodded, and did as she was told. She scanned the room for Dylan. She felt safe around him. This guy, she did not. She stepped back into James, she remembered him, the potter, she always wanted to see him make the vases and things. She clung to him until Dylan came back from wherever he was. ”Who are you?”Xiulan ordered. "my name is Casper. I'm the owner of this here house." He said Xiulan didn’t buy it for a moment. She didn’t trust him but she pretended to drop her guard by losing her stance. She still looked tense but she always did. “ How did you get in here than, There was no one here a moment ago, I checked myself.” she said and anyone that knew or knew of Xiulan, knew how meticulous she was. Nothing got past her...well except this man.