“Who you are speaks so loudly, I cannot hear what you are saying.” – Emerson
Though Thelma’s not all that tall, nor particularly heavy, the first impression one has of her is of someone who really seems to occupy the space she takes up – she’s solid and sturdy with a physique that almost certainly comes from dedicated weight training, and the easy physical confidence of someone who knows she can handle herself. There’s not much that really stands out about her appearance otherwise, except the band of a geometric tattoo that sometimes pokes out from a sleeve. Her musculature makes her flat-chested and streamlined, and the way she tends to dress – athletic clothes, scrubs, and at her most formal, jeans – doesn’t do much to enhance any curves. When she wears makeup, it’s minimal and simple, and her hair, whether up or down, is stick-straight and no-fuss.
She usually ranges from affable to bombastic, is prone to getting loud when her passions are provoked, and often talks with her hands regardless of whether or not this invades the personal space of whoever’s around her. She’s got a temper that seems quicker to surface, these days, but despite it, she’s still fundamentally an optimist, quick to laugh, willing to listen and and happy to help – or at least good for pragmatic advice.
- Eyes: Dark brown
- Hair: Black
- Height: 5’7"
- Build: Muscular
- Distinguishing Features:
- Beefy arms. Well, beefy most things.
- Tattoo around one bicep – Easily mistaken for a tribal knockoff unless one watches a lot of cartoons.
- Most often hidden by clothing: A scar on the other shoulder – a semi-circular pattern of punctures and tears. Three puckered scars on her stomach and chest.
- Known Things:
- Former Army.
- NYC native.
- Works at a nursing home in Manhattan.
- Volunteer firefighter, or at least she used to be.
- Spends a lot of time in or near Central Park.
- Hired Pepper on Craigslist to be her friend.
- Bit of a temper.
Blood by The Dear Hunter
“I’m a killer
But I’ve been killing myself all along
Divining the right from the wrong
Had I done my best to protect innocence?
Or was something more wicked in store?
Is there villainy, inside of me?
In search of worth, have I burnt the Earth?
There’s no passion in being passive
And no inaction can bring an answer
So for you,
I am a killer”
Could Have Been Me by The Struts
“Don’t wanna live as an untold story
Rather go out in a blaze of glory
I can’t hear you, I don’t fear you”
“I’ll live now ‘cause the bad die last
Dodging bullets with your broken past
I can’t hear you, I don’t fear you now
Wrapped in your regret
What a waste of blood and sweat
Oh oh oh”
“I wanna taste love and pain
Wanna feel pride and shame
I don’t wanna take my time
Don’t wanna waste one line
I wanna live better days
Never look back and say
Could have been me”
One Man Army by Our Lady Peace
“Take these plastic people
Read their lips, now let it linger
Is there anything that makes them sound sincere?
Tightly hold your hand
Take a deep breath, give them the finger
Are you worried
That your thoughts are not quite clear?
Overlooked, unfit appearance”
“I remember falling
I remember marching
Like a one man army
Through the blaze
I know I’m coughing
I believe in something
I don’t want to remember falling
For your lies”
Sukiyaki by Kyu Sakamoto
Seem to keep haunting me
Another love so true,
That once turned all my gray skies blue”