Faith has a tendency to be wild. She enjoys a fight – and she doesn’t like to over think things. It isn’t that she’s stupid – far from it – it’s simply that she likes to lose herself in whatever she’s doing. To fight with what often comes down to reckless abandon.
She has improved at this somewhat since her first years, when she accidentally killed someone. She pays attention to what she’s doing, and she recognizes consequences – going to jail of her own will in order to make up for the wrongs she had done, before breaking out to follow a more active style of repentance.
In search of that repentance, Faith dedicated herself first to take down the First Evil, and later to the dirty tasks that no one else wished to touch. When she was asked to take care of children, she leapt to say yes – despite inferior living conditions indicating she was already struggling to make ends meet; and when she found out that those children were vampires, and “take care of” referred to slaying them, she took care of that too.
Faith doesn’t hesitate; for all her wildness, she’s also stubborn – determined to get things done. Occasionally, she hates herself for it – she does things that make her feel guilty, or angry; and she doesn’t forget the people who are hurt because of her. But she does them anyway, because someone has to do it.
However, it’s worth noting that she is – as she herself says – all about forgiveness. Faith is repenting, and trying to make up for what she did – and she is willing to accept anyone who is honestly trying to make the same effort. She won’t coddle anyone – she won’t tell them everything is going to be alright, or bother with them if they’re not even going to try. But she won’t give up on someone she sees a chance for, either.
Still, Faith can be somewhat brusque – she has little time for people who get on her nerves. She has something of a temper. And while she’s working towards what’s right, her moral code doesn’t necessarily encompass legalities. She was more than willing to break out of prison when it became an emergency, after all, and she didn’t choose to go back afterwards – preferring to be active in helping others.
On the other hand, she doesn’t run away. Faith had the chance to live a golden life if she let a friend die – she didn’t take it, even though said friend turned against her. She had the chance to flee the country – but instead, she took the thankless job of counseling slayers who had been put through the meat grinder by Buffy’s war.
In short, Faith is wild, but constrained – occasionally prone to aimless drifting, but relentless if she actually sets her mind on a goal. If someone gets on her nerves, she won’t hesitate to undercut them physically or verbally. But if she sees someone who’s been torn down, she’ll put the effort into building them back up again.
Sample Journal Entry: [5-10 sentences, 1st Person POV] [Faith walks into her cupboard, yanking it open and grimacing when the wood creaks; empty anyhow. Next is the same. Third really is the charm, though - a carton of cereal, and a chipped bowl. No milk she’d trust – and no clean spoon. She shrugs, scoops out a handful, and pops a piece in her mouth.] Wonder how B’s doing… [bad thought. She chomped a bit more.] Probably surrounded with… [Bitterness. She shook it off. She had a job to do – couple vamps tearing hell through the streets. War didn’t end just because Buffy was playing general . She still had work to do.
Even if she was just second string.]
Sample RP: [3-5 paragraphs, 3rd Person POV]
Dead flesh gave way to the point of her spike, bones crumbling in favor of wood as her stake tore into the vampire’s heart; no blood – no fuss. It crumbled neatly into dust, freeing her stake and allowing her to catch a second with a roundhouse kick. The third she took backhanded, grinning at the feel of power as she shoved the wood deep. “Good as B ever got.”
A sudden flash of pain interrupted her attempts at back patting, bringing her down to her knees. Vamp two had brought her down to his level, one hand tightening painfully about her leg. His free hand was already reaching for her stake, which she pulled hastily from his reach. He tugged at her leg instead, fangs barring, squeezing tighter when she tried to pull herself free.
She kicked at him in response, her toe catching the outer eye socket, and then tugged herself free. The scramble to her feet was undignified, but it gave her the upper hand again as the vampire crawled up to it’s feet, growling again.
“You might wanna get that breath checked, yo.”
She grinned when it lunged, easily sidestepping. Her close call from earlier was already forgotten – her love for the fight overwhelming it. The way the wind moved through her, speed adding to the heady mix of empowerment that came with being the slayer. The way the whole damn world seemed to stand still for her as she plunged her stake towards the vampire’s heart. She almost welcomed it when it avoided her – and when it swung at her, she blocked, pitting her physical strength against it’s own.
She won, knocking its arm aside, and plunging the knife forward again and into its heart. A third explosion of dust marked its passing, and she smiled. “Alright. Score one for Faith.” ‘Bout time. But that wasn’t a thought she wanted to touch – for now, patrol was over. She just wanted to get something to eat; maybe someone, too. Slaying had that affect on her as a rule.
Special Notes: I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the first person – was a bit more confident with the third, but I’m hoping both are fine. ^^; If anything’s wrong, I’d be more than happy to fix it!
Re: Faith | Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Faith has a tendency to be wild. She enjoys a fight – and she doesn’t like to over think things. It isn’t that she’s stupid – far from it – it’s simply that she likes to lose herself in whatever she’s doing. To fight with what often comes down to reckless abandon.
She has improved at this somewhat since her first years, when she accidentally killed someone. She pays attention to what she’s doing, and she recognizes consequences – going to jail of her own will in order to make up for the wrongs she had done, before breaking out to follow a more active style of repentance.
In search of that repentance, Faith dedicated herself first to take down the First Evil, and later to the dirty tasks that no one else wished to touch. When she was asked to take care of children, she leapt to say yes – despite inferior living conditions indicating she was already struggling to make ends meet; and when she found out that those children were vampires, and “take care of” referred to slaying them, she took care of that too.
Faith doesn’t hesitate; for all her wildness, she’s also stubborn – determined to get things done. Occasionally, she hates herself for it – she does things that make her feel guilty, or angry; and she doesn’t forget the people who are hurt because of her. But she does them anyway, because someone has to do it.
However, it’s worth noting that she is – as she herself says – all about forgiveness. Faith is repenting, and trying to make up for what she did – and she is willing to accept anyone who is honestly trying to make the same effort. She won’t coddle anyone – she won’t tell them everything is going to be alright, or bother with them if they’re not even going to try. But she won’t give up on someone she sees a chance for, either.
Still, Faith can be somewhat brusque – she has little time for people who get on her nerves. She has something of a temper. And while she’s working towards what’s right, her moral code doesn’t necessarily encompass legalities. She was more than willing to break out of prison when it became an emergency, after all, and she didn’t choose to go back afterwards – preferring to be active in helping others.
On the other hand, she doesn’t run away. Faith had the chance to live a golden life if she let a friend die – she didn’t take it, even though said friend turned against her. She had the chance to flee the country – but instead, she took the thankless job of counseling slayers who had been put through the meat grinder by Buffy’s war.
In short, Faith is wild, but constrained – occasionally prone to aimless drifting, but relentless if she actually sets her mind on a goal. If someone gets on her nerves, she won’t hesitate to undercut them physically or verbally. But if she sees someone who’s been torn down, she’ll put the effort into building them back up again.
History: http://buffy.wikia.com/wiki/Faith
Sample Journal Entry: [5-10 sentences, 1st Person POV]
[Faith walks into her cupboard, yanking it open and grimacing when the wood creaks; empty anyhow. Next is the same. Third really is the charm, though - a carton of cereal, and a chipped bowl. No milk she’d trust – and no clean spoon.
She shrugs, scoops out a handful, and pops a piece in her mouth.] Wonder how B’s doing… [bad thought. She chomped a bit more.] Probably surrounded with… [Bitterness. She shook it off. She had a job to do – couple vamps tearing hell through the streets. War didn’t end just because Buffy was playing general . She still had work to do.
Even if she was just second string.]
Sample RP: [3-5 paragraphs, 3rd Person POV]
Dead flesh gave way to the point of her spike, bones crumbling in favor of wood as her stake tore into the vampire’s heart; no blood – no fuss. It crumbled neatly into dust, freeing her stake and allowing her to catch a second with a roundhouse kick. The third she took backhanded, grinning at the feel of power as she shoved the wood deep. “Good as B ever got.”
A sudden flash of pain interrupted her attempts at back patting, bringing her down to her knees. Vamp two had brought her down to his level, one hand tightening painfully about her leg. His free hand was already reaching for her stake, which she pulled hastily from his reach. He tugged at her leg instead, fangs barring, squeezing tighter when she tried to pull herself free.
She kicked at him in response, her toe catching the outer eye socket, and then tugged herself free. The scramble to her feet was undignified, but it gave her the upper hand again as the vampire crawled up to it’s feet, growling again.
“You might wanna get that breath checked, yo.”
She grinned when it lunged, easily sidestepping. Her close call from earlier was already forgotten – her love for the fight overwhelming it. The way the wind moved through her, speed adding to the heady mix of empowerment that came with being the slayer. The way the whole damn world seemed to stand still for her as she plunged her stake towards the vampire’s heart. She almost welcomed it when it avoided her – and when it swung at her, she blocked, pitting her physical strength against it’s own.
She won, knocking its arm aside, and plunging the knife forward again and into its heart. A third explosion of dust marked its passing, and she smiled. “Alright. Score one for Faith.” ‘Bout time. But that wasn’t a thought she wanted to touch – for now, patrol was over. She just wanted to get something to eat; maybe someone, too. Slaying had that affect on her as a rule.
Special Notes:
I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the first person – was a bit more confident with the third, but I’m hoping both are fine. ^^; If anything’s wrong, I’d be more than happy to fix it!