Bad Profile Example: Shi'Ar

Out of Character:

Have you checked the Master List and NWR on the nickname and background/relationships of your character? Yes, of course. I would never dream of disrespected the Union by not doing so.

Do you play any other characters in the Union? If yes, who? Sagittarius McKnickknack at Fort Lee, New Jersey.

Have you ever played any other characters in the Union which you no longer play? If yes, why did you stop playing them? I no longer play Dominatrix La Belle because I no longer had creative impulses for her. Also, the leaders of the house didn't like her running her dominatrix business out of the lodging house lobby.

What are some rough ideas for stories/the future of your character? I plan for her to discover more of her powers and find ways to use the alien technology given to her by the Shi'Ar.

In Character:

NAME: *An icy wind blows through the window as the raven-haired young woman walks into the bunkroom. She sweeps across the floor elegantly, moving with a dancer's grace, her flowing white skirt swirling about. Upon hearing your question, a perfectly formed black eyebrow arches. She seems amused with you, as though she finds you somewhat beneath her notice.* Amarantha Galadriel St. Croix. *She lifts her chin regally and her eyes take on a faraway look.* There are some who call me�Shi'Ar, after the alien race who called me to their home in the sky and gave me great gifts.

AGE: I am fourteen. *She tosses her long, midnight black curls behind her as if daring you to make anything of it.*

DATIN' ANYONE? : I'm... involved, I suppose, with Sagittarius McKnickknack. But I could never stay with him, because he could never truly understand me. The Shi'Ar changed everything.

WHADDAYA LOOK LIKE?: *She gives a delicate shrug* It's not important. *Shi'Ar has been endowed with goddess-like beauty. Indeed, her only rival for the title of Most Beautiful Girl in the Universe is GoddessVenus de Guerre. She has shiny midnight black hair reaching her waist. Her pale skin seems to glow like moonlight, and her cornflower blue eyes shimmer like stars. Her eyes change color, going from blue to violet or even black when she becomes angry. Shi'Ar's eyes seem to see right though you... almost as though she could tell exactly what you're thinking.*

WHADDAYA DOIN' HEAH?: I was brought here by the Shi'Ar. You see, I was originally born in the slums of Brooklyn, scrounging for whatever money I could to help my prostitute mother. Then one evening, as I was playing a Mozart concerto on our piano, a bright white light shone into the window of our tiny flat. Indeed, it nearly blinded me with its brightness. Strangely, though, I felt no urge to cover my eyes. It was as though the light was calling me. So I walked toward it and soon found myself in a strange conveyance bound for a star many thousands of miles away. The ship was piloted by the Shi'Ar, an amazingly advanced alien race who gave me ice cream. *She takes a deep breath, gazing longingly at the sky. It is clear that she considers outer space her home, not this lodging house*

YOU A NEWSIE?: That's what I tell people, yes. Actually, I pretend to be a newsie so I can further the Shi'Ar's mission, trying to find a way to bring peace and wealth and ice cream to the earth.

HOW LONG YA BEEN A NEWSIE?: Only a few days.

DO YA DRINK/GAMBLE/SMOKE?: *She rolls her eyes in a superior manner* Certainly not. I cannot have my mind clouded as I attempt to carry out my mission. Smoke interferes with my Sight. *She does NOT mean her eyes. Since being taken in by the extraterrestrials, Shi'Ar is capable of both reading minds and seeing bits of the future. For some reason, smoking makes her unable to do either, and she will have a conniption if anyone smokes while she's in the room.*

FRIENDS: *She looks down at the floor sadly.* I don't have any. But I don't need them. *She really doesn't need friends, because after the Shi'Ar come back and take her back to outer space with them, she'll be happy and all will be sweetness and light.*

WHERE DO YA SELL?: Wherever I can find space to set up the contact antenna.

WHERE'D YA GET YER WEIRD ACCENT?: *She sniffs impatiently* Altacron IV, of course. You ought to be able to recognize an outer space accent as distinctive as Altacron's.

GOT ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?: *She shrugs* Not really. *Shi'Ar is, of course, just being modest. She can read minds and see the future of course. She plays piano, flute, violin, harp, cello, guitar, piccolo, jaw harp, harmonica, kazoo, accordion, drums, and slide whistle like a master. Shi'Ar speaks fluent English, French, Spanish, Italian, Klingon, Russian, and Altacronian; she's been approached by visitors from the future about being a translator for the UN. She's a fabulous seamstress and artist, a paramedic, a Microsoft Certified System Engineer, a l33t |-|4cke5 b4b3, a brilliant sculptor, and a graduate of the Cordon Bleu cooking school.*

ADVICE?: *She gives you a Mona Lisa-like smile, as though she knows some secret about you.* They're coming. Be prepared.

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Have you checked the Master List and NWR on the nickname and background/relationships of your character?	Yes, of course. I would never dream of disrespected the Union by not doing so.
Do you play any other characters in the Union? If yes, who?	Sagittarius McKnickknack at Fort Lee, New Jersey.
Have you ever played any other characters in the Union which you no longer play? If yes, why did you stop playing them?	I no longer play Dominatrix La Belle because I no longer had creative impulses for her. Also, the leaders of the house didn't like her running her dominatrix business out of the lodging house lobby.
What are some rough ideas for stories/the future of your character?	I plan for her to discover more of her powers and find ways to use the alien technology given to her by the Shi'Ar.

NAME:	An icy wind blows through the window as the raven-haired young woman walks into the bunkroom. She sweeps across the floor elegantly, moving with a dancer's grace, her flowing white skirt swirling about. Upon hearing your question, a perfectly formed black eyebrow arches. She seems amused with you, as though she finds you somewhat beneath her notice. Amarantha Galadriel St. Croix. She lifts her chin regally and her eyes take on a faraway look. There are some who call me�Shi'Ar, after the alien race who called me to their home in the sky and gave me great gifts.
AGE:	I am fourteen. She tosses her long, midnight black curls behind her as if daring you to make anything of it.
DATIN' ANYONE? :	I'm... involved, I suppose, with Sagittarius McKnickknack. But I could never stay with him, because he could never truly understand me. The Shi'Ar changed everything.
WHADDAYA LOOK LIKE?:	She gives a delicate shrug It's not important. Shi'Ar has been endowed with goddess-like beauty. Indeed, her only rival for the title of Most Beautiful Girl in the Universe is GoddessVenus de Guerre. She has shiny midnight black hair reaching her waist. Her pale skin seems to glow like moonlight, and her cornflower blue eyes shimmer like stars. Her eyes change color, going from blue to violet or even black when she becomes angry. Shi'Ar's eyes seem to see right though you... almost as though she could tell exactly what you're thinking.
WHADDAYA DOIN' HEAH?:	I was brought here by the Shi'Ar. You see, I was originally born in the slums of Brooklyn, scrounging for whatever money I could to help my prostitute mother. Then one evening, as I was playing a Mozart concerto on our piano, a bright white light shone into the window of our tiny flat. Indeed, it nearly blinded me with its brightness. Strangely, though, I felt no urge to cover my eyes. It was as though the light was calling me. So I walked toward it and soon found myself in a strange conveyance bound for a star many thousands of miles away. The ship was piloted by the Shi'Ar, an amazingly advanced alien race who gave me ice cream. She takes a deep breath, gazing longingly at the sky. It is clear that she considers outer space her home, not this lodging house
YOU A NEWSIE?:	That's what I tell people, yes. Actually, I pretend to be a newsie so I can further the Shi'Ar's mission, trying to find a way to bring peace and wealth and ice cream to the earth.
HOW LONG YA BEEN A NEWSIE?:	Only a few days.
DO YA DRINK/GAMBLE/SMOKE?:	She rolls her eyes in a superior manner Certainly not. I cannot have my mind clouded as I attempt to carry out my mission. Smoke interferes with my Sight. She does NOT mean her eyes. Since being taken in by the extraterrestrials, Shi'Ar is capable of both reading minds and seeing bits of the future. For some reason, smoking makes her unable to do either, and she will have a conniption if anyone smokes while she's in the room.
FRIENDS:	She looks down at the floor sadly. I don't have any. But I don't need them. She really doesn't need friends, because after the Shi'Ar come back and take her back to outer space with them, she'll be happy and all will be sweetness and light.
WHERE DO YA SELL?:	Wherever I can find space to set up the contact antenna.
WHERE'D YA GET YER WEIRD ACCENT?:	She sniffs impatiently Altacron IV, of course. You ought to be able to recognize an outer space accent as distinctive as Altacron's.
GOT ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?:	She shrugs Not really. Shi'Ar is, of course, just being modest. She can read minds and see the future of course. She plays piano, flute, violin, harp, cello, guitar, piccolo, jaw harp, harmonica, kazoo, accordion, drums, and slide whistle like a master. Shi'Ar speaks fluent English, French, Spanish, Italian, Klingon, Russian, and Altacronian; she's been approached by visitors from the future about being a translator for the UN. She's a fabulous seamstress and artist, a paramedic, a Microsoft Certified System Engineer, a l33t \|-\|4cke5 b4b3, a brilliant sculptor, and a graduate of the Cordon Bleu cooking school.
ADVICE?:	She gives you a Mona Lisa-like smile, as though she knows some secret about you. They're coming. Be prepared.