Post by Pichu on Aug 14, 2010 2:05:40 GMT -5
RENEE MARIA MONTOYA
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I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it
And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;; Renee Maria Montoya
nickname;; None.
age;; Unknown; she looked to be in her mid twenties.
date of birth;; Also unknown.
gender;; Female.
occupation;; Gotham City Police Department homicide detective.
sexualorienation;; Homosexual. Her very Catholic parents weren’t pleased, to say the least, when they found out.
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;; Long and black, reaching partway down her back. It is often seen in a loose ponytail or braid.
eyes;; Brown.
height;; 5’8”
weight;; 144 lbs.
build;; Renee has a very athletic build, as the job demands people with strong legs and healthy physiques.
piercings;; Both ears are pierced.
tattoos;;None.
style;; There is limited room for style in the GCPD. You wear the badge, the uniform, and pretty much nothing else. As a homicide investigator, however, she has more leeway in regards to uniform, and chooses to go the “casual investigator” route. Renee often wears a tan trench coat, slacks, and a tee shirt, with her badge tucked safely in one of the trench coat’s many pockets. Her handgun is safe at her side in its holster, hanging from her belt. When not on the job, Renee often wears very casual clothes, like T-shirts and shorts. She still keeps her gun and her badge with her, just in case.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;;
-Cigarettes: They’re not healthy, but they sure as hell calm you down.
-Superheroes: They take care of the costumed crazies the police can’t.
-Batman: Renee has always been a firm believer in his existence.
-Commissioner Gordon: The best leader GCPD has ever seen.
-Kate Kane/Batwoman: The two are very on again, off again in regards to relations, since…
hates;;
-Kate Kane/Batwoman: ..their previous relationship didn’t end very well.
-Villains: They’re batshit insane. All of them.
-Bigots: When they are religious, it’s even worse.
-Most men: Particularly, stupid men. That goes for women, too.
-Incompetent Officers: You’re on the GCPD. Get smart, or you’ll end up dead with a garish smile on your face.
strengths;;
-Not afraid to fight.
-Able to hold her own in a confrontation.
-Strong sense of what’s right and what’s wrong.
-Loyal.
-Intelligent.
weaknesses;;
-Can be too emotional at times.
-Easily frustrated.
-Fighting alcoholism.
-Very easily angered.
-Doesn’t like compromise.
quirks/habits;;
-Smokes. A lot.
-Drinks when upset; hasn’t done it in a while, luckily.
-… and that’s pretty much it.
goals/dreams;;
-Become police chief/commissioner.
-Be accepted by her parents.
-Find a steady girlfriend.
-Meet the Batman.
-Don’t get killed by a crazy.
overall personality;; At first, it's hard to find Renee likeable. She maintains the same personality at all times, instead of putting up a pleasing front for the cameras or strangers. Aforementioned personality's chief trait is smartassery, followed closely by a strict and uncompromising attitude. Many potential (girl)friends have been driven off by her naturally angry demeanor. Renee is just a naturally pissed off person; if you can't get past that, go away.
Renee is really an emotional person. She hides her emotions that make her seem more vulnerable, like sadness and grief, behind the emotions that make her seem stronger, such as anger. Her wall of strong emotions is rarely broken. It helps, especially considering what the average Gotham police officer goes through each day.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; Hernando Montoya {unknown;unknown}
mother;; Loisa Montoya {unknown;unknown}
siblings;; Benny Montoya {unknown;unknown}
relatives;; None
pets;; None
hometown;; Unknown; most likely somewhere in the Dominican Republic.
currentlyliving;; Gotham
history;; Renee grew up in a very Catholic home. Her least favorite day of the week was Sunday. She despised going to church; it was so boring, first off, and most everything they talked about was bullcrap. The only thing she took away from the years and years of forced attendence was to be moral. You didn't have to be nice, you just had to be moral. That's exactly what Renee does.
The moment she could, Renee moved away from her parents. Considering she lived in the Dominican Republic, her choices were limited to finding a place in the states, or finding a place in Haiti. Considering Haiti is one of the poorest places in the Western hemisphere, Renee went with finding a place in the states. It was just her luck that she stayed in Gotham, second only to Hub City in corruption and crime.
Now Renee needed a way to support herself in this crime-filled new world. Many of the conventional occupations were, pun intended, occupied. The only place with a vacancy was the GCPD--after all, who in their right mind would be on the corrupt police force of a corrupt city? She would.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; Pichu
age;; It’s a secret. ;3
experience;; Four years of online role playing, four years of offline role playing, and a lifetime of watching Batman cartoons.
activity;; Once a week, at the absolute least, considering school’s starting.
whyyoujoined;; It’s a role play based on the DC universe. Why wouldn’t I join?
phrase;; Renee warns you that pluto is out for revenge.
example;;
There was nothing worse than a stakeout. You sat in one place for hours, maybe days, staring at the same spot. All. Damn. Day. Long. Having no company made it even worse. The closest thing to company Renee had was a small notebook, filled with more bored scribbles than notes. Renee picked up the pencil, glanced at her watch, and wrote: 11:30 PM. Even more nothing. As an afterthought, she added, Darker than before.
Renee stared out the window of her dilapidated car at one of the equally dilapidated warehouses across the street. This isn't work for a homicide detective, she told herself for the umpteenth time, it's work for a regular detective. We've been on this case for four weeks now, so why bring me in now? ... Then again, they're doing this to prevent another murder, so doesn't it technically count as homicide detective work? Renee shrugged to herself. She opened up the glovebox, and groped around inside it for her pack of cigarettes.
The suspect is supposed to hang out in one of these old warehouses, thought Renee as she felt for the familiar cardboard, We can't rush in, guns blazing, because one, we're not invincible, and two, apparently we need a good reason to go shooting up a place. As if a trail of clues weren't good enough. A-ha! The detective pulled out the pack, and closed the compartment. She set it on the dashboard, pulled out a single smoke, and lit it.
Then Renee heard it.
It was almost imperceptable, like a mouse. It was the first moderately important sound she had heard all night. Renee froze, and listened, hoping this would be the reason they needed. It sounded like... like the squeak of a frightened child.
Renee flipped back through her notes on the case. The suspect had a history of minor crimes, and had been diagnosed with schizophrenia. (Future Arkham inmate, read one of Renee's snide sidenotes.) The suspect was wanted for a double murder. He killed a married couple in their own home for no apparent reason. Married... they must've had a kid. Was that what was making the noise, the victim's surviving child?
Renee cursed when she reached the beginning of her notes. She hadn't written down anything else, and the rest of the details would be at the station. There could be a kid in the warehouse that had been in there for weeks, maybe longer. Renee imagined the condition the kid must be in; scared, lonely, hungry. She grabbed her gun from its holster. She needed to get in there, rescue the kid, and get out.
But what if there wasn't a kid? Her hand paused on the handle of the door. She would be rushing in there, blind and without backup, maybe into a trap. Renee looked worriedly at the warehouse, and thought.
Screw what if, Renee decided, and ran.
Renee stared out the window of her dilapidated car at one of the equally dilapidated warehouses across the street. This isn't work for a homicide detective, she told herself for the umpteenth time, it's work for a regular detective. We've been on this case for four weeks now, so why bring me in now? ... Then again, they're doing this to prevent another murder, so doesn't it technically count as homicide detective work? Renee shrugged to herself. She opened up the glovebox, and groped around inside it for her pack of cigarettes.
The suspect is supposed to hang out in one of these old warehouses, thought Renee as she felt for the familiar cardboard, We can't rush in, guns blazing, because one, we're not invincible, and two, apparently we need a good reason to go shooting up a place. As if a trail of clues weren't good enough. A-ha! The detective pulled out the pack, and closed the compartment. She set it on the dashboard, pulled out a single smoke, and lit it.
Then Renee heard it.
It was almost imperceptable, like a mouse. It was the first moderately important sound she had heard all night. Renee froze, and listened, hoping this would be the reason they needed. It sounded like... like the squeak of a frightened child.
Renee flipped back through her notes on the case. The suspect had a history of minor crimes, and had been diagnosed with schizophrenia. (Future Arkham inmate, read one of Renee's snide sidenotes.) The suspect was wanted for a double murder. He killed a married couple in their own home for no apparent reason. Married... they must've had a kid. Was that what was making the noise, the victim's surviving child?
Renee cursed when she reached the beginning of her notes. She hadn't written down anything else, and the rest of the details would be at the station. There could be a kid in the warehouse that had been in there for weeks, maybe longer. Renee imagined the condition the kid must be in; scared, lonely, hungry. She grabbed her gun from its holster. She needed to get in there, rescue the kid, and get out.
But what if there wasn't a kid? Her hand paused on the handle of the door. She would be rushing in there, blind and without backup, maybe into a trap. Renee looked worriedly at the warehouse, and thought.
Screw what if, Renee decided, and ran.
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