CDR || Gertie B. ||

Group H I A T U S | I N A C T I V E
Character I N A C T I V E


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<sub>♥ N a m e : Gertrude "Gertie" Bauer
♥ A g e : 1 9
♥ B i r t h d a y : F e b r u a r y || 2 1 s t
♥ F a c t i o n : R e d
♥ J o b : D o m p t e u r ( B e a r s )
♥ V o i c e : www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFucQv… //SLAPPED
♥ S p e c i e s : H u m a n ( D e s c e n d a n t of L e s h y )
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leshy
"The Leshy or Lesovik is a male woodland spirit in Slavic mythology who protects wild animals and forests. There are alsoleshachikha/leszachka (wives of the leshak) and leshonky (children of the leszy). ... A leshy has a close bond with the gray wolf, and is often seen in the company of bears as well."

♥ P e r s o n a l i t y :

+Cheerful | Persistent | Loving | Righteous | Loyal | Protective

-Prideful | Rash | Impulsive | Hides behind smiles | Physically deals with issues | Not Booksmart

Gertie often blooms among company. She smiles wide and charmingly, as if she doesn’t have any cares. She’ll reach out to everyone, always eager to make new friends, whether they like it or not. Around her, there are no such thing as “personal space”. Her hands move quick when she finds something she likes. Not long after, she will love. Her heart is outrageously big. The amount of love she has is incomprehensible. Gertie might get mad, but she’ll rarely say the words, “I hate you.”

When out on the streets, when she sees someone getting picked on or harassed, Gertie will step in without thought. It doesn't matter if it's something as small as bullying among children or dangerous as death threats. If it comes to people she loves, she’ll simply beat the daylights out of the asshole. No question. Once you’ve gotten her love, you have it forever. Despite what horrible things done to her person, she’ll still go help when you need it. She'll travel to the ends of the earth if it'll help. This automatically applies for most children.

Gertie’s pride is very sensitive. If you really want to piss her off, insult her, and she’ll likely slap you or try to prove you wrong. She’s also the type to do things without much thought behind it. This often gets her in trouble. When left to her own devices, she’ll end up getting in fights all over town. She also doesn't care enough about her own safety compared to others. She often forgets that her friends will be sad if she were not to be around anymore.

After being on the streets for so long, she learned to depend mostly on herself. She won't ask for help. She feels that it would only inconvenience them or put them in danger. Despite the idea that violence only leads to more violence, Gertie knows when talking isn't going to get her anywhere. Sometimes Gertie knows it's hopeless to try, and she'll just throw her punches first.

♥ H i s t o r y :
[ T h e - F o r e s t ]
Until the age of eight, Gertie lived with her loving and caring parents. Sadly, happiness for her didn’t last long. Famine spread through their farm and they were slowly starving. Her mother and father attempted to travel to the city to find money. A week passed and there was no sign of mom and dad. A single thought resounded within her. What if her parents never returned? Doubt crept in like poison, and without another thought, she rushed out of the house and tried to make her way to town. Having only gone to town once in her entire life, she could not remember which way she was supposed to go. The only thing she could remember was going through a forest, and that was how far she got before she collapsed. Her legs were sore, she was hungry, and felt her heart twist in longing for her parents.

Gertie watched in fascination and fear as a brown bear crept up to her. It observed her for a long while. She flinched when the bear’s fur brushed against her cheek, but found herself relaxing. Her hand reached out, and she smiled delightedly at the sensation of soft fur against her palms. Retracting itself from her hair, the bear seemed almost amused. Suddenly, it lied down and motioned toward its back. Quickly, Gertie understood what the bear seemed to be asking her to do. She climbed on its back and clung to it’s fur as the bear walked through the forest. Her eyes closed and she fell into a quiet slumber.

[ T h e - T o w n ]
She had been found by other children like her after. Left alone in the harsh world. But it was fine because they had one another. The older kids taught them to steal and to fight. They taught them about partnership. When it came to partners, she always chose a ginger haired boy. Clifford was his name. He brought out the best in her, as she did for him. Whenever they went out together, they had the best of luck. They could steal almost anything they wanted. The older kids had been extremely impressed. So impressed that they wanted to pass the torch to the two of them.

But their luck had run out.

Clifford had wanted something big. Something that would bring benefit all of them, so much so that they’d never have to dig through the trash cans for clothes and steal apples from the markets. He’d found a beautiful piece of jewelry of high value. It belonged to a rich aristocrat and there wasn’t anyone guarding it. Easy pickings. Apparently someone else thought that too. Three gunshots were fired that day, and as Gertie lied there, her blood seeping into the concrete, she couldn’t help but think that death might be better than living.

[ T h e - A f t e r m a t h ]
Surprisingly enough, she’d been saved. Gertie was taken in by dancers. They danced with men and brought them drinks. Then for tips, they’d slide their hands into their pockets and take their wallets with such skill and precision that it was enviable. Gertie did not need to learn anything about pickpocketing. Her new sisters found that much out quickly when she dropped a couple of wallets on the table after the customers had filed out.

Her dancing on the other hand, was disappointing when compared to her thieving. They focused on making men want her, using her body as a seductive tool. Gertie threw herself into dance. She focused on making herself the best dancer she could be. In less than a year, she became a top pick as a dance partner. The other dancers didn’t mind. They were happy to see the fruit of their efforts blossom. They also didn’t mind the money that she constantly split with them, stating that she didn’t need much for herself.

One day, as she tossed and turned a wallet in her hand, she came to the realization that she was losing herself. She couldn’t dance like this for the rest of her life. She enjoyed dancing, but she couldn’t enjoy stealing from lonely men who simply wanted some company. Gertie felt the familiar stab in her heart as she thought of Clifford. But it wasn’t only her dear partner she missed. She missed the makeshift family she had. She missed the laughter and smiles and feeling of belonging and understanding. Her hand reached into the wallet for the money and noticed a slip of folded paper fall out. Smothering out the wrinkles from the flyer, the title glared at her for attention.

Cirque-des-Reves
Where dreams really do come true.

[ T h e - C i r c u s ]
Gertie crawled into the cage stealthily and came face to face with a lion. The lion made no sign that it noticed her at all. With a dangerous grin, she crept closer and tweaked it’s ear. A low growl, a growl of warning, telling her to move no further. Her eyes flashed, and the shade of green that flickered through her eyes unnerved the lion. A loud roar was all that the girl could remember before she was slammed against the bars of the cage. The feeling of flesh ripping wasn’t pleasant at all. It’s claws dug into her shoulder, tearing fabric aggressively.

“What are you doing in there?! Shit! Dammit guys, she’s bleeding!”

♥ L i k e s :
Animals
Interesting/Cute People (Children <3)
Rich/Fancy food
Dancing and Gambling
A good drink (Lick-Sip-Suck)
Candy (Big Brother Darcy)

♥ D i s l i k e s :
People who hurt animals
Abandoners (Being left behind)
Fruit flavored teas
Sapphires
Her hair

♥ F a m i l y :
(TBA)

♥ R e l a t i o n s h i p s :
Tariq Farowk Saab: It's complicated.

♥ M I S C/O t h e r I n f o r m a t i o n:
She enjoys reading and writing. Gertie enjoys the sense of knowledge. It makes her more feel confident in herself.
During her time in the streets, she learned how to dance and gamble extremely well. This allowed her to snatch wallets from the men who danced with her. She became so efficient at this that she does this unconsciously sometimes. As for gambling, Gertie's personal favorite game is poker. Though nowadays Gertie will only play strip poker. This doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy the thrill of taking a man's pants.
Gertie got used to running around a lot. She also got used to fighting her way out of certain situations. She's trying to learn how to use a revolver. She felt like she should know how to use the weapon that nearly killed her. Though she's actually a lot more interested in learning the art of swordplay.
She has a pretty goddamn good punch. She's also experienced in the art of "The Nutcracker"...And I'm not talking about the ballet.
When in a stressful or dangerous situation, her eyes will grow green, a trait coming from her Leshy genes. On a related note, she has no idea about the fact that she is not completely from human descendant. The only hint is the great affection from wolves and bears.

♥ R P m e t h o d s : dA comments and notes | skype
Currently enjoying Lit, but whatever you're comfortable with, I can adapt to. : )
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