Post by Mac on Sept 9, 2009 23:23:04 GMT -6
Gabrielle Mackenzie
vitals
nick names = Mac
gender = female
age = 28
race = Human
homeworld = Terra
areas of skill = racing, conning
preferred profession = hover bike racer
starting location = Terra - Below[/size][/ul]
visuals
hair = dyed red, naturally dark
eyes = blue
distinguishing features = red dyed hair, tattoos on her shoulders that resemble leopard spots[/size][/ul]
personality
dislikes = losing, gangs, men who take advantage of women
strengths = expert hover bike racer, driven
weaknesses = impulsive, slightly-cutthroat in her ways
describe full personality = Mac is almost one of the boys. Except of course that she's a girl. She loves speed and is quite impulsive, which has allowed her to become quite the contender on the racetrack. She doesn't settle for anything less than winning. Growing up in The Below has made her tough and able to hold her own among the men. Her reputation as a high ranking hover bike racer sometimes speaks for her, and she rarely has to earn the respect of an in-the-know person anymore.[/ul]
so the story begins...
Gabrielle Mackenzie was born in The Below, the only child to a poor couple who didn't have a lot to spend on their princess. As she grew, Gabrielle had work hard at what she managed to gain for herself, such as her education, which her parents themselves lacked and could not help her with. She also learned very quickly how to stand her ground in a fight, as one must do in a school in The Below.
Somehow she managed to avoid ending up part of or a victim of any of the nearby gangs, most likely due to her focus on something that truly inspired her: racing. Her father, a bit of a gambling addict, often took her with him to see the hover bike races, and the young girl was immediately captivated by the excitement of the sport. The dark side of it slowly became more apparent with every deadly crash she witnessed, and most notably how the gambling of it ruined her father over and over, eventually leading to his slide into alcoholism. But as much as it scared her, the idea of the speed and the specialized bikes, and the glamorous lives of the racers still appealed to her, called to her.
She managed to buy her first bike when she was 15, a crappy beater that barely lifted off the ground, but she managed to breathe life into it as she learned the ins and outs of hover bike mechanics, and eventually she was able to enter some small races with it. While she didn't win, it wasn't the losses that bothered her so much as the treatment she seemed to get as a female racer, which was very very rare. Frustrated by this, she eventually began disguising herself as a male, taking on the nickname "Mac" from her surname, and slowly building a reputation as she got better and better results at the races and never seemed to take off her covered helmet to reveal her true identity.
She won her first race at the age of 18, and with the winnings she managed to buy herself a newer, better bike. It continued to get better and better from there, and as "Mac" slowly became a household name amongst the racing fans, she eventually decided to stop with the gender charade and reveal that she was, in fact, a woman. The shock waves and news that this generated only feuled her reputation, and soon Mac, still using the name she had grown so comfortable with over the years, had managed to amass herself a decent amount of money. Her first major purchase was an apartment in the Inbetween for her parents, as she was determined to turn racing money into a positive for her family, rather than the negative that her father had made it.
Her second purchase was a place of her own, however, she stayed in The Below for ease of access to the tracks and a strange attachment to the dangerous bottom levels of the planet and it's inhabitants. Some speculate that she's involved in other nefarious dealings around the city. But she will probably tell you it's because the higher levels of the city are just too darn clean.[/size][/ul]
"One more question please!"
Mac rolled her eyes, spinning on her heels to look back at the reporter who was bothering her. She glanced at the digital numbers scrolling across the wall above their heads, telling them how much time they had left until her race started. She sighed, looking back at the man who was shoving a microphone in her face. "One more. I'm going to be late for my heat."
He was shorter than her. Balding. Annoying and pushy. Like so many of them, really. He grinned, a satisfied smile that made him look like a strange little creature. "Is there any truth to the rumors?" he asked quickly.
She looked at him questioningly. "Which rumor is that? If it's the lesbian thing again, seriously don't you people have any oth--"
"That you're a Were."
Mac snorted. "What?"
"Your tattoos, some argue that they're not just for show. And as you know, non-humans are banned from--"
"Sir," she put her hand up to stop him. "If I were really a Were under cover, do you think I would tattoo my species across myself and let everyone know it?"
"But why a leopard's spots? Wouldn't a cheetah be more fitting in a sport such as this?" He pressed on.
She smiled as politely as she could, despite her mind cycling all the ways this man could accidentally end up with a broken limb or two. How many times had she explained the tattoos to the press? She was pretty sure every person who had ever interviewed her had asked about them. For the one hundredth time, she gave in and began the explanation. "It's true, that the cheetah was rumored to have been the fastest animal alive. But they were sprinters. They never went the distance. They weren't built."
"And so a leopard is really the fastest animal?"
"Heaven's no. But any number of animals could beat a cheetah in a long distance race. A horse, for example, but not so easy to tattoo..."
"So then why the leopard?" he pressed. "Are you sure it's not because of your true--"
"Buddy, I grew up on Terra. There are records to prove it. I'm as human as that guy over there." She pointed. And then she motioned in the other direction. "That guy, however... I'd watch out for him." Mac smirked. "Good day, sir."
She turned and continued on her way towards the garage where her bike was being housed, shaking her head. The stories some of these people would cook up, she thought, running her fingers through her red hair, picking out a couple of tangles. Sometimes she wished she'd never revealed her true identity. It was always easier to ignore the reporters when everyone knew you as the mysterious one who never spoke or took off their mask.[/size][/ul]
the real you
age = 22
how did you find us? = my site!
any last words? = vrooom![/size][/ul][/font]
