Post by ZARINA GIBSON on Sept 18, 2011 7:03:53 GMT -5
Z A R I N A || G I B S O N
» BIRTH NAME ' ZARINA GIBSON
» NICK NAMES ' Zara, Zar
» BIRTH DATE ' 2001
» YEAR ' N/A
» SEXUALITY ' Heterosexual
» SPECIES ' Shifter
» HEIGHT ' 5’7
» WEIGHT ' 139lbs
» BUILD ' Athletic
» EYES ' Green & Hazel
» HAIR ' Blonde
» DISTINCTIVE FEATURES ' A scar on her thigh
» DRESSING STYLE ' Jeans & a top when not in uniform.
»[ YOURNAME] LIKES '
- Work work & more work!
- Running
- Candyfloss
- Shooting practise
- Driving
»[ YOURNAME] DISLIKES '
- Criminals
- Creepy crawlies
- Hot weather
- Vampires
- Drugs & alcohol
» STRENGTHS '
- Is brilliant at her job
- Can put people at ease easily
- Her shifter genes mean her senses are sharper than a humans
» WEAKNESS '
- Has a overwhelming need to save people
- Cold and distant meaning she doesn’t have many friends
- Can become so focused she ignores everything else around her putting herself at risk
» QUIRKS ' Control freak
» FEARS ' Premature burial
» AMBITION ' To make Detective
» OVERALL ' Zara has an overwhelming desire to continuously better herself, never been satisfied with her work always knowing it could be better. When it comes to her job she has a single-minded determination and ruthlessness about her, she’ll do what needs to be done at all costs. But at the same time she is more than capable of doing a complete 180 and been the most caring and compassionate person you’d ever meet always aiming to put people at ease and making them feel better.
When she’s not at work she still can’t switch off, often suffering bouts of insomnia due to been unable to calm her mind. She normally directs her energy into running, finding that when she has pushed her body to complete psychical exhaustion it’s easier for to do mundane things. She doesn’t do flings and lacks any spare focus to date, but she’s happy with her life, she goes to work she comes home and she does her own thing.
» NATIONALITY ' American
» HOMETOWN ' New York
» PARENTS ' Both deceased
» SIBLINGS ' N/A
» SIGNIFICANT OTHERS ' N/A
» PETS ' N/A
» OVERALL HISTORICAL BACKGROUND ' Her Mother and father adopted her when she was a few months old, unaware that they were talking on a shape shifter child. Although it didn’t take them long for them to figure that out! Zara was home schooled as her parents did think she’d do well in a school full of humans and worried about her shifting during class untill she managed to control it.
When she was eleven years old her mother was killed during an armed raid on the bank she was working at, zara and her father never felt happy living in California after that. So the pair up sticks and moved to New York. Her father continued to home school her and until she was 17 her routine never really changed. When she turned 17 she left the house one day and met another shifter, the first shifter she‘d ever met, who offered her friendship and protection on the condition that she joined the police when she was older. As it turned out he was the sheriff at the time and he wanted to ensure that there would always be at least two shapeshifters in the force at all times, to deal with the supernatural criminals that the humans shouldn’t be dealing with. Not that the humans knew about the supes in their ranks.
Zara’s father never understood why his little girl wanted to join the police, and threatened to disown her if she did. He feared for his daughters safety and didn’t want anything to happen to her. But Zara had given her word and her fathers instance was only making her more set in her decision . She moved out of her father’s house and moved in with the sheriff and a few other shifters where she learnt more about her kind. When she was 18 the sheriff retired and started to teach her all she would need to know to become a good cop and enable her to have a head start so hopefully make it easier for her to climb the ranks quickly. When she was 20 her father died from cancer and she never quite forgave herself for not been there for him
» RP POST '
My squad car’s sirens were going full blast as I sped down the road, we’d just had a call about a murder, or an attempted murder, the radio call I’d received hadn’t been clear about that but I guess I’d figure that out when I got to the scene. “Pull over stupid prat.” I hated people that didn’t pull over for emergency vehicles! I scowled at the driver as I got past. At times like this I wish my partner wasn’t taking a day off, it was my first day out on my own and although I felt more than capable it was still a daunting prospect. Been the first cop on a potential murder scene on your first day flying solo was not exactly something to look forward to, especially when the scent of blood was likely you a little hungry. It hadn’t taken me long to master the art of ignoring the smell of blood but knowing my look I was going to forget and then end up snacking on the corpse. “Not gunna happen, now concentrate girl.”
I pulled into the nearest side street and jumped out the car and ran to where I thought the scene of the crime was. I paused briefly to check for scents, when I was satisfied that the area was safe I proceeded forward, my was rest on my gun holster at my hip and I was prepared for pretty much anything. I rounded the corner and instantly froze, assessing the situation. Let him keep doing CPR My mentors voice rang in my ear, the delay in the swap over could stop it from working. I approach in calm and stead manner, circling around the scene so I was coming in from the guys lines of view not sneaking up behind. “I‘m officer Gibson” my voice took on a calming relaxing and reassuring quality “The ambulance should be hear soon and they‘ll take over with victim, I‘m going to look around and check there‘s no one else around.” Then my voice took an authoritive tone “If you make any sudden moves away from the scene I‘ll shoot you, and if you make any sudden moves towards me, I‘ll shoot to kill.” Wow, working solo really was making me nervy.
I turned around so that he wouldn’t see me sniffing the air, no one else was here. Which meant that although I still had to do a quick search so he didn’t realise there was anything odd going on, I didn’t have to do it too thoroughly. After a few minutes I returned to the victim and the supposed do-gooder. I took this time to really take in the scene. The pair look a similar age to each other. Could this be a fight between two friends that got out of hand and now he was showing remorse? Don’t make assumptions girl. The ambulance and paramedics arrived within moments of my making that theory and the victim was pronounced dead and taken away. Now it was my turn.
“Sir, do you mind answering a few questions?” I didn’t wait for a response, “can you tell me what you were doing out at this time?” I hated the night shift, all the weirdoes came out at night at right now I wasn’t letting this guy go. He was, at the moment anyway, my chief suspect. “Have you ever met this man before sir?” It felt odd calling someone who looked to be my own age sir. I held him in my intense gaze. I didn’t care what his answers were, something about him but me on edge and I either wanted back up, or I wanted him in custody so I could interview him back at the station.
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