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ʜᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ʀᴏsᴀ ʙᴇʀᴛɪɴᴇʟʟɪ { ℌᴜɴᴛʀᴇss } ([personal profile] bertinelli) wrote2013-02-18 12:55 am
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[Player information]
Player Name: Ace
Age: 22
E-mail: inkpire at gmail
Other characters played at Cape Kore: Galen Howard, Booker DeWitt

[Character information]
Name: Helena Rosa Bertinelli / Huntress
Canon: DC Comics
Canon Point: The end of Batman: Hush.
Age: 26

Appearance:
Inventory: → crossbow with three bolts
→ two sets of clothes
→ her Huntress costume
→ her rosary
Abilities: Listed here.

History: Here, up to and including part of the Birds of Prey section.

Personality: Helena, even as a child, before the murder of her family, has always had a fierce sense of independence. This only grew after her parents and brother were killed; she set herself on revenge, training with Sal to fight in any way she could so that she would never be helpless again. Even after Sal was arrested, Helena continued, and as she got older, she picked up femnist values as well -- she'd always been underestimated for being a girl, and she wanted to prove to everyone that women could be just as - if not more - lethal than men.

She is a loner, despite functioning well in society and especially well as a teacher. Helena pefers to work alone in nearly everything she does, from everyday tasks to fighting crime, but she can work with others if necessary -- it just takes more coaxing with some people than with others.

One of the reasons she prefers to work alone is that her methods are too cruel and brutal for other people to deal with, particularly Batman. Helena doesn't hold back, and doesn't like showing mercy to people she doesn't believe deserve it. She has an almost obsessive need to make sure she acts before the 'bad guy' can make a move, because she feels that she could have done something the night her family died, between the gunman entering and taking the shots. She most likely couldn't have done anything, but that moment in between is something that has haunted her her entire life.

Helena is smart, well-educated, and extremely dedicated. She has a good sense of humour, but she can become consumed by things and shut the world out until she's finished (which is how she lost her job as a teacher; The Question took her to his sensei in Alberta to learn how to handle her alter-ego and her quest for answers without burning herself out, and she didn't seem terribly concerned about the state of her job).

She is extremely good with children, possibly because her own childhood was stolen from her, and has a definite soft spot for people in pain or in need.

Helena has very low tolerance for bullshit, and will not be talked down to by anyone. Of course, her anger has a tendency to blind her, but that's something she's working on -- learning how to slow down, breathe, and think. It's not easy, though, especially with her hate of organized crime, and her simultaneous need to both be accepted by Batman and her desire to be left alone to deal with things her own way. Her father was abusive, and she hated him, so things are difficult with Batman now in a sort of father-figure role.

She is a devout Catholic who believes that God doesn't necessarily make things happen, but gives people the strength to deal with them. Her faith is a little complicated at times - she feels that she may be going to Hell for the people she's killed on her quest to avenge her family - but she believes in God and believes that what she's doing is just; saving other people from facing the horrors she did.

[Samples]
First Person #1: Here!

First Person #2: Here!

Third Person: She supposed she should feel satisfied.

It was over. Finally, after eighteen years, it was all over, and she should have been happy. She'd always imagined this moment, ever since she was that terrified little girl waking up screaming in her bed; she'd imagine standing over some nameless, faceless mob member, demanding coldly what she'd wanted to know her entire life: why. And he'd tell her - oh, the possibilities she'd imagined - and then, finally, she'd pull the trigger. Silence would ring out, and as if she'd broken some kind of curse, the weight of years and years of searching would lift from her shoulders.

It didn't happen that way. She should have known it wouldn't. She didn't feel unburdened, she didn't feel complete. She felt hollow.

Still, she would move on -- she knew she would. Hollowness was no stranger to her. It had a different ring to it, this time - a ring that felt strangely like the echo of Santo Cassamento's words - but she would survive. That was what she knew how to do best, after all: survive.

But as she returned to her apartment to find the notice telling her that she'd lost her job, mind still at the bottom of the Gotham Harbour with the Huntress, that hollowness swelled inside her ribcage like a balloon.

Tomorrow. Surviving could start tomorrow.

Anything Else?


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