Post by mindymccready on Oct 14, 2011 19:59:52 GMT -8
[/font]``HitGirl~
[/center]yo, mete here.
i came here from the road less traveled
and i joined because i'm in need of friends and companions
i've circled the sun 22 times
about 14 of them have been spent roleplaying
i have 4 other characters:
captain jack sparrow, eirawen rohana, tenth doctor, xyrapheriel
rules? of course I've read the rules; here's proof: glowsticks
i came here from the road less traveled
and i joined because i'm in need of friends and companions
i've circled the sun 22 times
about 14 of them have been spent roleplaying
i have 4 other characters:
captain jack sparrow, eirawen rohana, tenth doctor, xyrapheriel
rules? of course I've read the rules; here's proof: glowsticks
WARNING!
This profile takes information from the comic book series and incorporates certain aspects of the movie in order to make Hit-Girl as rounded as possible. This very warning is about to spoil you completely, so if you know nothing about Kick-Ass beyond the movie, either skip it all or enjoy some epic insights.
Like all movie adaptations, Kick-Ass takes a really epic idea and then makes it into a really good one - a bit of a downgrade, but still awesome in its own right. In the movie, Hit-Girl's father was an ex-cop who was framed and her mother committed suicide as a result. In the comics, this is a story her father created, when in truth he kidnapped his own daughter and raised her to be a superhero assassin because he wanted her life to be interesting. Hit-Girl's mother later married the investigating officer, and the story is in its way even more warped and tragic.
To make things simple, I'm going to stick with the Movie version of events in which Damon (Or rather, big Daddy) truly was framed, as opposed to being a slightly deranged kidnapping father. However, to make things fun, I'm going to edit the ending of the movie into the Comic Book Version, which means Frank D'Mico does not exist - but the man he is based off of, John Genovese, does. Trust me, it all still works - the difference all lies in the death scene to be honest.
Oh, also, the Movie version had her rely heavily on guns - the Comic version prefers katanas. Though the Comic version shows she has an extensive knowledge of them and can withstand a bullet with a vest on, but its not until the end that she actually wields them. For the sake of the profile, she is content with both options. Also, for the sake of plot and the fact I'm opting for the Movie storyline, there are some non-canon edits at the very end of her history. Now then! To the profile![/quote]
birth name~ Mindy McCready
nicknames~ Mindy; Baby Doll; Sugar; Honey Bunny
age && date of birth~ 11 years old
gender~ Female
species~ Human
sexuality~ She's too young for that - and if you try to find out, she will probably tear your throat out before you can finish the thought, you perverted pedobear.
occupation~ Assassin Superhero. No, really.
face claim~ Chloe Moretz
fandom~ Kickass (Comic Book Series and Movie)
canon / original~ Original
hair color~ Naturally a light brown with blond highlights, though she is much better known for her short, bright purple superhero girl wig.
eye color~ Gray-green.
height~ 5'2"
weight~ 119lbs
distinctive features~ She's eleven, and she can kick more ass than the average ninja - how much more distinctive do you need to get around here?
general appearance~ When she's not busy being Hit-Girl, Mindy is a fairly average looking little girl. Her hair is probably her most distinctive feature, being nearly waist-length and usually kept in pigtails that make her appear even younger than she actually is. She's fairly tall for her age, and possibly done growing already, which in its own way is a metaphor in and of itself. She likes wearing the uniforms from all girl's schools and surprisingly enough likes the rather 'girly' colors of pink and purple. Which is shown very clearly in her choice of supergirl costume.
Tucking all of her hair beneath a bright purple bobbed wig and donning a dark purple superhero costume and cape with a pale pink utility belt filled with everything from sharp things to explodey things, this little girl transforms from your every day cutie into an adorable comic book fanchild - up until she shoves the muzzle of a gun down your throat. Then she's not quite so cute.
Actually, no, she still is completely adorable. The last thought you have before your brain meets the ceiling is most likely Aww, look at the little girl with the big, bad gun.
likes~
Mindy is completely and utterly Daddy's little girl, but instead of tea parties and princesses, its been martial arts and weapon mastery. Damon is all Mindy has in this world, because with the way they've moved around so much, she has never really had much of a social life. Not that she needs one - she has her dad, and a graduate certificate from combat training that says she has an unauthorized license to kill. Who could ever want for more?
02. KATANAS, SHURIKAN AND BUTTERFLY KNIVES~
Well, sharp things in general tend to make Hit Girl happy, but she's a master with these three and very fond of them all. She wields a pair of katanas in combat, carries a selection of small throwing blades and shurikan on her at all times and requested a Benchmade model-42 butterfly knife for her eleventh birthday, which she could wield with alacrity and knew offhand that the proper name was a balisong and that it originated from the Philippines, showing that her knowledge of weapons isn't just practical, but theoretical and historical as well.
03. FLAMETHROWERS, HK USP AND GLOCK 23 PISTOLS~
For a little girl, Hit Girl can rock a flamethrower like nobody's business - and those things are heavy, even in single blast straight-stream models. While some idiots would tell you it doesn't take a lot of skill to wield a bad ass weapon like a flamethrower, anyone with an inkling of practical knowledge would tell you that controlling the damage area and making sure there's no 'friendly fire' takes considerable strength, energy, and awareness.
As for guns, Hit Girl has been taught about guns, inventors of guns, and even action movies and action movie stars who use guns for the sake of her training and frankly, she's damn good with these as well, tending towards the Heckler & Koch Universal Self-Loading Pistol (Or HK USP) and the Glock 23's, Hit Girl has utterly enviable precision aim and once she gets those night goggles on, its all out First-Person Shooter mode, after you've completed the game three times and every enemy is so slow and weak its laughable.
04. CLINT EASTWOOD & JOHN WOO MOVIES~
Remember how we said she was exposed to action movies and their stars for the sake of her training? Well, these two are her favorite in the bunch, and she can tell you without skipping a beat of a balisong the first full-length feature film of John Woo - in both its titles. Blood and guts don't bother her in real life, so the grit of Eastwood is practically charming for her.
05. COMIC BOOKS & HELLO KITTY~
Big Daddy is a comic book artist and a real fan of them in general, so naturally Hit Girl is too. She also has a love of Hello Kitty that she has no shame in whatsoever. Hey - when you can shimmy up a 6'2" tall man like a bear cub on a tree just to shoot his brains out, do you really think you need to be ashamed of Hello Kitty? Who in their right mind is going to even comment on it?![/ul]
dislikes~
The big boss of a local mob, he's the reason Damon was framed and imprisoned - the reason her mother eventually committed suicide. She hates him and everything to do with him and his goons. In the end, she brings him down almost single-handedly after he took the last - the only person she had in all the world away from her. When John killed Big Daddy, any and all mercy she may have spared him (which would have been small to begin with) was sacrificed completely.
02. GETTING PUNCHED IN THE GUT~
No, really, she hates that feeling, even more than getting cut or falling down or hitting her head. It just sucks, so when you compare getting hit by a bullet to getting punched in the stomach, you've just insured a very unhappy kid. (Though she has come to learn she'll take a bullet to the shoulder before she'll take a punch to the gut...no, really.)
03. MOBSTERS ~
She was raised up to stop crime and mobsters are the very definition of criminal - drug dealing, money laundering, rapist thieves, the lot of them. She doesn't care so much about the murderer part - she's a better killer than they'll ever be, after all, so she's not about to be hypocritical. Even if being a vigilante of justice and a killer for sport and secret insurance are two different animals.
04. THE COPS~
When they aren't blundering around like retarded chickens with their heads cut off letting the mobsters rule the bloody city, they're sitting on their rears taking money from the criminals they are supposed to be putting away! They're either traitors to the oath of justice, or just plain stupid - and neither is a redeeming quality in Hit Girl's eyes. Not to mention the whole 'she kills bad guys' thing, and murder being illegal. Or the incredible amount of illegal weaponry on her person, let alone her stash at home with Big Daddy. Or even the whole 'orphan girl alone' problem, when some dumb cop thinks he's going to do a good deed by trying to take her in. So annoying.
05. STUPID PEOPLE~
Why do they even exist? Honestly, if people just killed all the stupid people instead of sleeping with them and making even dumber people, this world would be a better place. Because the dumber you are, the more likely you are to commit crimes, and make more work for her to do at the end of the day.
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habits~
Generally, when an eleven year old gives you cheek, its annoying but hardly emasculating. Being called a total effing douche by an eleven year old girl who just handed your ass to you in nice shiny Hello Kitty tissue paper - now that's emasculating. And guaranteed, if you have any balls left by the time she's through with you, her incredibly vulgar comments will let you know without any doubts that her metaphorical balls will be bigger than yours til the day you die.
02. MESSING WITH DADDY~
Mindy used to love tricking her father into thinking she'd 'gone girl' on him, by asking for ludicrous things like puppies and Bratz dolls. Which for the average eleven year old girl would be normal. For Big Daddy's Hit Girl, such requests often heralded some form of mystical Armageddon, primarily because Big Daddy had never known how to deal with a normal little girl, and his reactions to such displays were always priceless.
03. SARCASM~
If you happen to say something stupid in her presence, chances are Hit Girl will point it out to you in the most elegant form of mockery known to man: Perfect sarcasm. Her sarcastic comments are often dark, twisted or just plain vulgar, but by the time she's finished saying it you're completely aware of the fact that she thinks you about 2 IQ points above a retarded goldfish and about thirty reasons why. The best part is, she'll only need about five to fifteen words to make you feel that way about yourself.
04. AERIAL LOCK & LOADS~
While anyone from the real world would tell you that as goddamn cool as it looks to throw your guns up in the air and have them slam down on their magazine for a quick and efficient reload, it is in fact complete and utter Hollywood bullshit and does in fact require a two-hand reload - this shit isn't real world. Its action-packed comic book movie awesome, and Hit Girl is a master of the aerial lock and load.
05. MERCILESS BEHAVIOR~
When it comes to taking down criminals, Hit Girl has no concept of pity or mercy. She takes down her opponents with brutal efficiency and does not waste her time with morality plays. Which on an adult would likely be considered an effect of compartmentalizing, but on a child is just downright alarming. Truth is, Hit Girl was taught to file away her responses to death in exactly the same way military officials are; compartmentalizing at the age of seven. That is scary.[/ul]
strengths~
From the time she could crawl, Mindy was trained to find her internal balance and turn her body into a weapon. She is a master of hand-to-hand combat, and utilizes every part of her body when she fights. She also has no trouble using her surroundings as additional support, easily scaling walls, sliding under tables and leaping over things in order to better face or defeat an opponent.
02. WEAPONS MASTER~
From the historical beginnings, to the multitude of advantages and disadvantages of different makes and models, to simple trivia and theoretical application , Mindy knows more about weapons than a die hard twenty-year old video game geek, and that is saying something. Unlike said geek, Mindy also understand the practical applications of the weapons she has studied, and is damn good at using them.
03. KILLER CUTENESS~
When you're a little girl with pigtails, nobody suspects you. Turn on the tears, hike up those socks and even the biggest goon will kneel down and listen - perfect for sticking a gun right down his stupid throat. Because you know what they say - it doesn't matter how bad ass you are, if a little kid hands you his toy phone, you answer it. If a little girl can't find her parents, you help her. Too bad for you the kids are packing these days.
04. INDEPENDENT~
Hit Girl doesn't need an adult to hold her hand when she crosses the street - hell, she doesn't even need an adult when she gets shot, falls out of a window, and comes back to take on over a dozen adult men and win, so you can bet she can go to school just find by herself - when and if she ever does go to school. She knows how to budget (not that it will stop her from convincing Big Daddy to drop $300,000 when it comes to a really, really cool toy) and has a high concept of long term planning, tactics and strategy both in combat and real life situations.
05. STUBBORN~
Hit Girl's gone through too much to let just anyone push her around, but sometimes there are folk who really just want to help, who get hurt because she's just not interested in what they're trying to offer. She can take care of herself - she doesn't need anyone - and in many cases this is both a strength and a weakness. It means she won't back down - but it also means she won't do it even when she should.[/ul]
weaknesses~
Seriously, this eleven year old girl child could make a sailor choke on his beer any day of the week. The things that come out of her mouth are absolutely astonishing sometimes, and she delivers it all with such a deadpan expression that you know its just casual talk for her. Then again, she was raised up on action movies. Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker is bloody polite when you're chatting up Hit Girl.
02. ALL GROWN UP~
Being trained to fight crime from infancy took all chances at a normal childhood and kicked them out the proverbial window. At eleven years of age, Hit Girl is more mature than other 'superheros', like Kick-Ass and doesn't display a lot of the things you would expect from other girls her age. When her father died, she responded Finish the job. Mourn Later. and kept on going. She can take care of herself, manage money and has a higher sense of independence and how to get on in the world than most teenagers do. While some may see this as a strength, for a child as young as Mindy, its actually sort of tragic.
03. NO FRIENDS~
All little girls should have friends - even if they are imaginary. Yet all Hit Girl has ever had is her father, and since she and Big Daddy were constantly on the run, Hit Girl's upbringing and social life have been limited to her training and crime fighting as opposed to schoolwork and friend-making.
04. BAD TEMPER~
For the most part, Hit Girl is pretty controlled even from an adult viewpoint, but when things get pushed too far and she feels pushed to a point where revenge is the only option - well. I know about fifteen ways to say You're screwed - would you prefer a beat around the bush version, or something a bit more obvious, like, you're screwed?
05. IMMATURITY & AGE~
For all her grown up ways and the fact that she is probably more of an adult than most real adults tend to be, Mindy's still just eleven years old. As such, her age is a bit of a detriment to her sometimes. She's so sure she can take care of herself - that she doesn't 'need' anyone - even when she's scared inside. That childish bravado can get her into trouble and now that she's on her own, there's the whole age thing in and of itself. People notice little girls all by themselves - and that can be a problem.
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goals~ To stop crime.
secrets~ She secretly wished she and her father could have led normal lives one day. Now that he is gone, she wonders if she will ever be normal and yearns for companionship.
overall personality~ Mindy McCready is probably the most bad ass little girl you'll ever meet, and if you're lucky you'll never learn just how bad ass she really is. If you're lucky, all you'll meet is a typical looking young lady sitting down for something to eat on her way home from school, or picking up something at the supermarket for her parents like a model child. Chances are you won't realize she's a newcomer to the world of orphans, or that she's living off of millions of dollars stolen from high profile criminals, or even that she knows enough curse words to send your bratty son into anaphylactic shock. If you're lucky.
If you aren't so lucky, chances are you're on the wrong side of the tracks and broke one too many laws. Or you just really, really pissed her off. Because Mindy McCready can turn from pigtails and cute into blades and trash talk faster than you can realize you've just had the muzzle of a Glock shoved down your throat. With weapons and hand-to-hand combat training the F.B.I. would freaking envy and probably fear just a lot, Mindy goes more often by the name Hit-Girl, hides her true identity and lives in as much secrecy as possible. Because superheroes never tell you their real names - and neither do crime fighting orphan girls on the run.
home town~ New Jersey
current residence~ New York
parents~ Damon McCready and his unnamed wife
siblings~ None
pets~ None
family~ Big Daddy. (Damon)
history~ When Mindy's father was framed for drug-dealing by John Genovese and locked up for five years, her mother committed suicide by drug overdose while pregnant with her. The unborn Mindy managed to survive and when Damon left prison, he became her legal guardian and began her training.
For the majority of her life, Mindy and her father lived under false identities and moved constantly. She noted in her journal at one point that the longest they had ever stayed in one place was six weeks - an unbeatable record. Taking on fully grown men from the time she was seven, Mindy has an expansive knowledge of weapons and combative tactics, most of which has been explained already.
The point of Mindy's training as an assassin was so that she and her father could take down John Genovese and his gang of goons. Things were going well enough until Kick-Ass came into the picture. Impressive enough for a guy with no actual training, but absolutely stupid for dressing up to fight crime without knowing how to do it, Kick-Ass eventually assisted Mindy in taking out John Genovese and his men - but not before his idiocy led to the death of Damon.
Befriending another 'superhero' by the name of Red Mist, who was in fact John's son, Kick-Ass was soon betrayed. Mindy was shot and Big Daddy was taken in to be made an example of on live TV and online. As Hit Girl, Mindy killed the men who had her father, shooting them down as he sat in his chair, burning alive. By the time it was safe to get him, it was too late to save him.
Kick-Ass tried to offer her help, but the sort he was offering she had no interest in. She was an orphan now, she had no family, and she had no interest in having someone 'look out for her'. She did ask him to help her take down John Genovese's organization once and for all, believing with all her heart that her father would have wanted it that way.
On her own, Mindy nearly took out Genovese's entire set of body guards and goons before taking on John himself, where she met her first genuine opponent. Kick-Ass had finally arrived, taking care of Red Mist while she concentrated on Genovese. Though she would never admit it, the man was beating her soundly when Kick-Ass returned to the picture, providing just enough distraction for Hit-Girl to bury a cleaver in Genovese and finish the deed once and for all.
After taking down the organization, Hit-Girl became an urban legend in the superhero community and spent a bit of time training Kick-Ass and succumbing to the good intentions of Sergeant Martin Williams, before deciding she'd had enough of pretending to be a good girl for the cop and trying to make a better fighter out of Kick-Ass. Returning to where she had hidden her father's stash, Mindy packed up and left New Jersey for the even bigger and more crime ridden city of New York, where she was determined to disappear - at least from the cop radar and the superhero scene.
These days, Mindy's been living on her own in various parts of New York, never in the same place twice and always ready to take on a criminal. She has small stashes of weapons and cash all over the city now, with a mental map of where it all is in case she ever needs a back up supply. Not to mention if worse comes to worse, she has a million dollars hiding in the cop's back yard. All she'd need is a trip to Jersey, and he'd never even know she'd been there. It hasn't gotten to that point though - and with her skills, its unlikely that it ever will go that far.
rp sample~
Taking a long sip of her freshly made Acai berry and vanilla skim smoothie, Mindy smiled sweetly at the lady behind the counter who had whipped it up for her, earning a charmed expression from the elderly madam. With a dainty wave, the young girl bounced out of the small bistro and took a moment to skip down the street jauntily enough. It was early morning, and she was wearing a recently acquired plaid-skirt uniform that the locals easily attributed to one of the nearby schools. As such, nobody so much as looked at her twice, which was exactly what she wanted.
Things didn't change much when she went down to the subway either, everyone being too busy with the morning rush to work to notice a student weaving her way through the crowd, straw in her mouth as she sucked back on a healthy liquid breakfast her father would have rolled his eyes at before pushing some bacon and eggs at her. More bacon than eggs, as always.
Frowning a bit, Mindy shook off the rising pain of nostalgia and slid in behind a rather obese man before the gate closed, boarding the train she needed without bothering to pay. She could have - but why bother if you didn't have to?
Taking one of the few vacant seats, Mindy pulled out a pocket book from her backpack and checked some things over. The guy she was looking for was confirmed to be in Tremont - one of the poorest areas in the Bronx. In other words, it was the farthest cry from the high and mighty Upper East Side life as one could get without skipping a plane over to a third world country. After a day amongst the Upper East folk, Mindy was looking forward to some true grit.
It took two transfers and fourty-five minutes of sheer boredom before she arrived on what many New Yorkers considered the far side of the tracks. The run down look of things sat just fine with Mindy - truth be told, it reminded her a lot of Jersey. Especially when a greasy looking man with a crooked nose and the sort of breath she could smell even when he was even three feet from her decided to come leering over some fifteen minutes of walking later.
"Well naw, wha's a nice girly like you doin' out here by yerself? Yer naw from round here, is ya?" He asked, the perfect picture of gap-toothed concern as his hand reached out as though to pat her arm. As if she would be that stupid.
Grabbing the man's hand preemptively, Mindy twisted it to just the right angle to make the man's knees buckle forward in order to support the pressure at his wrist. As he stumbled toward her, she moved in close and put the muzzle of her favored HK USP unto his stomach.
"Who are you calling nice, douchebag?" Mindy asked, her expression as deadpan as it was whenever she was wearing her Hit Girl uniform. "I could blow your balls off at fifty paces if you had any. Shall I settle for a liver, or am I okay all by myself?"
Her voice didn't drop an octave, but the question was as cold as ice all the same. Apparently even gap-toothed perverts understood sarcasm, because there was a burst of really, really bad breath and a bunch of bullshit Hit Girl had no interest in listening to. Stepping back just enough to kick the man's leg above the kneecap hard enough to drive him to the ground, she set the gun calmly to the center of the man's head and took a very quick assessment.
He was poor - piss poor, from the smell of it - and was not the man she was looking for. He had that creepy girl snatcher vibe, but she didn't know for sure if he was a criminal or not. She could leave him with his bruised leg and battered pride - but he'd seen her true face.
Without a second thought, she pulled the trigger and walked off, using her backpack to hide the view of the gun without much worry that she would be seen or approached. This was Tremont, and guns went off all the time - and even if they didn't hers had a silencer in any case. Still, it didn't hurt to keep the weapon out of sight until it cooled. Then she set it back where it had been and put her backpack on again, hiding the gun tucked into a sleeve nestled on her back.
Today was going to be a good day.
Things didn't change much when she went down to the subway either, everyone being too busy with the morning rush to work to notice a student weaving her way through the crowd, straw in her mouth as she sucked back on a healthy liquid breakfast her father would have rolled his eyes at before pushing some bacon and eggs at her. More bacon than eggs, as always.
Frowning a bit, Mindy shook off the rising pain of nostalgia and slid in behind a rather obese man before the gate closed, boarding the train she needed without bothering to pay. She could have - but why bother if you didn't have to?
Taking one of the few vacant seats, Mindy pulled out a pocket book from her backpack and checked some things over. The guy she was looking for was confirmed to be in Tremont - one of the poorest areas in the Bronx. In other words, it was the farthest cry from the high and mighty Upper East Side life as one could get without skipping a plane over to a third world country. After a day amongst the Upper East folk, Mindy was looking forward to some true grit.
It took two transfers and fourty-five minutes of sheer boredom before she arrived on what many New Yorkers considered the far side of the tracks. The run down look of things sat just fine with Mindy - truth be told, it reminded her a lot of Jersey. Especially when a greasy looking man with a crooked nose and the sort of breath she could smell even when he was even three feet from her decided to come leering over some fifteen minutes of walking later.
"Well naw, wha's a nice girly like you doin' out here by yerself? Yer naw from round here, is ya?" He asked, the perfect picture of gap-toothed concern as his hand reached out as though to pat her arm. As if she would be that stupid.
Grabbing the man's hand preemptively, Mindy twisted it to just the right angle to make the man's knees buckle forward in order to support the pressure at his wrist. As he stumbled toward her, she moved in close and put the muzzle of her favored HK USP unto his stomach.
"Who are you calling nice, douchebag?" Mindy asked, her expression as deadpan as it was whenever she was wearing her Hit Girl uniform. "I could blow your balls off at fifty paces if you had any. Shall I settle for a liver, or am I okay all by myself?"
Her voice didn't drop an octave, but the question was as cold as ice all the same. Apparently even gap-toothed perverts understood sarcasm, because there was a burst of really, really bad breath and a bunch of bullshit Hit Girl had no interest in listening to. Stepping back just enough to kick the man's leg above the kneecap hard enough to drive him to the ground, she set the gun calmly to the center of the man's head and took a very quick assessment.
He was poor - piss poor, from the smell of it - and was not the man she was looking for. He had that creepy girl snatcher vibe, but she didn't know for sure if he was a criminal or not. She could leave him with his bruised leg and battered pride - but he'd seen her true face.
Without a second thought, she pulled the trigger and walked off, using her backpack to hide the view of the gun without much worry that she would be seen or approached. This was Tremont, and guns went off all the time - and even if they didn't hers had a silencer in any case. Still, it didn't hurt to keep the weapon out of sight until it cooled. Then she set it back where it had been and put her backpack on again, hiding the gun tucked into a sleeve nestled on her back.
Today was going to be a good day.
