HOOD, Ruby, little red riding hood

[Ruby Hood]

The Player
alias:

Winnie

contact:

PM

password:

Admin Edit: password

member title:

{. eyes that drive wolves mad;;

The Character
whole name:

Ruby Phoenix Hood

nickname:

Little Red

age:

17

fairy tale:

Little Red Riding Hood

parents:

[G.][C.][4K][42] Mother - ______ Hood

siblings:

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other:

[G.][C.][4K][67] Grandmother - ______ Hood

home:

the Deceitful Forest

occupation:

...Deliver stuff to her grandmother? x]

picture:

play by:

Autumn Reeser

height:

5'7"

weight:

128 lbs.

hair color:

Sandy Brown

eye color:

Honey Brown

body type:

Slender

distinguishing marks:

None.

overall description:

One look at Ruby could tell you that her appearance reflects her personality in every way, shape, and form. When you look at her you see a gorgeous, down-to-earth human being. One of the reasons you come to this conclusion is the fact that her eyes hold more emotion than you could ever seem to imagine, and always seem to be sincere. She has long sandy brown hair that she’ll either curl or leave naturally straight. Her long sandy locks fall around four to six inches past her shoulders. The fact that she has brown hair always seemed to marvel her father. You see, he had red hair. Everyone on his side of the family had jet black hair. It was the same on her mother’s side. But, he learned to love their daughter’s sense of uniqueness.

While she has different hair, her eyes reflect her mother's. They're very dark blue pools of honey that seemed to swirl within the irises of her almond-shaped eyes. From a distance, they may even seem so dark as to come to the conclusion that they’re black. However, close up, you manage to catch the light of the sun highlighting the gold and bronze tinges within them. Her mother also managed to enforce upon her the talents of a beautician. Ruby's eyebrows are very well shaped – she waxes them. Black ink eyeliner always appropriately adorns her eyes, and her lashes are constantly lengthened by black ink mascara, applied seemingly professionally.

Now on to Ruby's facial structure. She had luckily been blessed with the high cheekbones of the Hoods, but the bee-stung lips of the Kellys. She has a defined jaw-line, small, straight nose, and a narrow chin; that she got from both Hoods and the Kellys, the jaw-line coming from the Hoods, and narrow chin and nose from the Kellys. Also, luckily for her, her skin has never had a blemish. Not once. She also got this from the Kellys, seeing as all of the Hoods family had had ghastly acne problems as teenagers. Her complexion, however, isn’t very different from the Hoods. While she still has French and Danish qualities, like her high, rounded cheekbones, she more so reflects a Britain or Italian. Perhaps even both of those nationalities, including American, mixed.

Her figure. Her father had been slightly overweight as a child, but had happily grown out of it when he began his later teens. Her mother had somehow known that that was in the genes, so she’d worked Ruby to remain thin, rather than being overweight and unhealthy like her father had been. She exercised each day for four hours. Exercising and working out has also given her some muscle tone she enjoys. All of that physical fitness gave Ruby good coordination. She also began dancing, though much, much earlier. But we’ll get into that later. Back to her figure. Ruby has remained very healthy-looking, and has obviously developed curves. After all, she is eighteen. Her mother is jealous of these curves, but knows that there’s nothing she can do now. Ruby's measurements are as such; her bust is 36”, her waist is 23”, and her hips are 34”. Her mother continued instructubg Ruby to exercise on a regular basis and she remains physically active to keep in shape.

likes:

Truth
Hidden Causes
Being involved
Work That is Meaningful
Being Persuasive

dislikes:

Being Given Only Surface data
Taken Advantage of
Demeaning Jobs
Shallow Relationships
Flattery and Flattering

aspirations:

Right now? Just to get to her grandmother's safely. =P

fears:

Wolves
Losing her grandmother or mother

strengths:

Determined and forceful
Emotional and intuitive
Powerful and passionate
Exciting and magnetic

weaknesses:

Jealous and resentful
Compulsive and obsessive
Secretive and obstinate

anything else:

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personality:

Ruby is a very intense, profound, and a powerful character. Even when she appears self-controlled and calm there is a seething intensity of emotional energy under the placid exterior. She is like the volcano not far under the surface of a calm sea; it may burst into eruption at any moment. But those of us who are particularly perceptive will be aware of the harnessed aggression, the immense forcefulness, magnetic intensity, and often strangely hypnotic personality under the tranquil, but watchful composure of Ruby. In conventional social gatherings she is pleasant to be with, thoughtful in conversation, dignified, and reserved, yet affable and courteous; she sometimes possess penetrating eyes which makes her shyer companions feel naked and defenseless before her.

In her everyday behavior she gives the appearance of being withdrawn from the center of activity, yet those who know her will recognize the watchfulness that is part of her character. She needs great self-discipline, because she is able to recognize the qualities in herself that make her different from other people, and to know her utterly conventional nature can be used for great good or great evil. Her tenacity and willpower are immense, her depth of character and passionate conviction overwhelming, yet she is deeply sensitive and easily moved by her emotions. Her sensitivity, together with a propensity for extreme likes and dislikes make her easily hurt, quick to detect insult or injury to herself (often when none is intended) and easily aroused to ferocious anger. This may express itself in such destructive speech or action that she makes lifelong enemies by her outspokenness, for she finds it difficult not to be overly critical of anything or anyone to whom she takes a dislike.

Ruby can harness her abundant energy constructively, tempering her self-confidence with shrewdness and heir ambition with magnanimity toward others provided she like them. She relates to fellow workers only as a leader and can be blunt to those she dislikes to the point of cruelty. In fact she is not above expressing vindictiveness in deliberate cruelty. She is too demanding, too unforgiving of faults in others, perhaps because she is not aware of the shortcomings within herself, and extravagantly expresses her self-disgust in unreasonable resentment against her fellows. She does, however, make an excellent friend, provided that her companions do nothing to impugn the honor of which Ruby is very jealous. Part of the negative side of her nature is a tendency to discard friends once they cease to be useful, but the decent native is aware of, and fights this tendency.

She is fortunate in that her strong reasoning powers are tempered with imagination and intuition, and these gifts, together with critical perception and analytical capacity, can enable her to penetrate to profundities beyond the average. She has a better chance of becoming a genius than her brother. But charismatic "twice-born" characters such as her can sink into the extremes of depravity if she takes the wrong path, and the intensity of her nature exaggerates her harmful tendencies into vices far greater than the normal. Rebelliousness against all conventions, political extremism to the point where hatred of the establishment makes her an utterly unscrupulous terrorist. Brooding resentment, aggressive and sadistic brutality, total arrogance, morbid jealousy, extreme volatility of temperament, these are some of her vices. At the other extreme is the procrastinator, the woman who is capable of so much that she does nothing and becomes indolent and self-indulgent, requiring extravagant praise and flattery from those whom she makes her cronies.

Ruby is the symbol of sex and she is a passionate lover, the most sensually energetic. For her, union with the beloved is a sacrament, an "outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace." Her overriding urge in loving is to use her power to penetrate beyond herself and to lose herself sexually in her partner in an almost mystical ecstasy, thus discovering the meaning of that union which is greater than individuality, and is a marriage of the spirit as well as of flesh. She is thus capable of the greatest heights of passionate transport, but debauchery and perversion are always dangers, and Ruby can become a sadistic monster of sensuality and eroticism. Her feelings are so intense that even when her love is of the highest and most idealistic kind, she is nevertheless frequently a protagonist in tragic, even violent romances, "star-crossed lovers".

history:

In a great wide forest, full of beautiful trees, and green glades, and thorny thickets, there lived a long time ago a wood-cutter and his wife, who had only one child, a little girl. She was so pretty, and so good, that the sun seemed to shine more brightly when its light fell upon her rosy little face, and the birds would seem to sing more sweetly when she was passing by.

Her real name was Ruby; but the neighbors round about all called her "Little Red Riding-Hood," because of a scarlet riding-hood and cloak that her kind old grandmother had made for her, and which she nearly always wore.

She was a happy, merry little child, with a smile and a gentle word for everybody, and so you may easily believe that everybody loved her, and was glad to catch a glimpse of her golden curls and her scarlet cloak as she tripped along, singing, under the green boughs.

Now, this, let me tell you before I forget, was at the time when all the birds and beasts, or very nearly all, could speak just as well as you or I; and nobody was surprised to hear them talk, as I suppose one would be nowadays.

Well, as I was saying, Little Red Riding-Hood lived with her parents in a little white cottage with a green door and a thatched roof, and red and white roses climbing all over the walls, and even putting their pretty heads in at the latticed windows, to peep at the child who was so like them.

It was on a bright spring morning early in May, when little Red Riding-Hood had just finished putting away the breakfast-cups, that her mother came bustling in from the dairy.

"Here's a to-do," she said. "Farmer Hodge has this very minute told me that he hears your Grannie isn't quite well, and I can't leave the cheese-making this morning for love or money! Do you go, my dear, and find out how she is - and - stay - take her this little pot of sweet fresh butter, and these two new-laid eggs, and these nice tasty little pasties. Maybe they'll tempt her to eat a bit. Here's your basket, and don't be too long away, honey."

So little Red Riding-Hood pulled her hood over her curls, and set off down the sunny green slope, with her basket in her hand, at a brisk pace. But as she got deeper into the forest, she walked more slowly. Everything was so beautiful; the great trees waved their huge arms over her, the birds were calling to one another from the thorns all white with blossom, and the child began singing as she went, she could not have told why, but I think it was because the beautiful world made her feel glad.

The path wound along through the trees, and, as it grew wider after turning a corner, Red Riding-Hood saw that she was likely to have company on her walk; for, where two cross-paths divided, there sat a big gray Wolf licking his long paws, and looking sharply about him. And "Good morning, Red Riding-Hood," said he.

"Good morning, Mr. Wolf," she answered.

"And where may you be going, sweet lass?" said the Wolf, as he walked beside her.

"Oh, Grannie isn't very well, and mother cannot leave the cheese-making this morning, and so I'm taking her some little dainties in my basket, and I am to see how she is, and tell mother when I get back," said the child, with a smile.

"And," said the Wolf, "where does your Grannie live, little lady?"

"Through the copse, and down the hollow, and over the bridge, and three meadows after the mill."

"Does she indeed?" cried he. "Why, then, I do believe she is a very dear old friend of mine, whom I have not seen for years and years. Now, I'll tell you what we'll do, you and I: I will go by this way, and you shall take that, and whoever gets there first shall be the winner of the game."

So the Wolf trotted off one way, and Red Riding-Hood went the other; and I am sorry to say that she lingered and loitered more than she ought to have done on the road.

Well, what with one thing and another, the sun was right up in the very mid-most middle of the sky when she crossed the last meadow from the mill and came in sight of her grandmother's cottage, and the big lilac-bushes that grew by the garden gate.

"Oh! dear, how I must have lingered!" said the child, when she saw how high the sun had climbed since she set out on her journey; and, pattering up the garden-path, she tapped at the cottage door.

"Who's there?" said a very gruff kind of voice from inside.

"It's only I, Grannie dear, your little Red Riding-Hood with some goodies for you in my basket," answered the child.

"Then pull the bobbin," cried the voice, "and the latch will go up."

"What a dreadful cold poor Grannie must have, to be sure, to make her so hoarse," thought the child. Then she pulled the bobbin, and the latch went up, and Red Riding-Hood pushed open the door, and stepped inside the cottage.

It seemed very dark in there after the bright sunlight outside, and all Red Riding-Hood could see was that the window-curtains and the bed-curtains were still drawn, and her grandmother seemed to be lying in bed with the bed-clothes pulled almost over her head, and her great white-frilled nightcap nearly hiding her face.

Now, you and I have guessed by this time, although poor Red Riding-Hood never even thought of such a thing, that it was not her Grannie at all, but the wicked Wolf, who had hurried to the cottage and put on Grannie's nightcap and popped into her bed, to pretend that he was Grannie herself.

And where was Grannie all this time, you will say? Well, we shall see presently.

"Come and sit down beside my bed, dearie," wheezed the Wolf, "and let us have a little chat." Then the Wolf stretched out his large hairy paws and began to unfasten the basket.

"Oh!" said Red Riding-Hood, "what great arms you have, Grannie!"

"All the better to hug you with," said the Wolf.

"And what great rough ears you have, Grannie!"

"All the better to hear you with, my little dear."

"And your eyes, Grannie; what great yellow eyes you have!"

"All the better to see you with, my pet," grinned the Wolf.

"And oh! oh! Grannie," cried the child, in a sad fright, "what great sharp teeth you have!"

"All the better to eat you with!" growled the Wolf, springing up suddenly at Red Riding-Hood. But just at that very moment the door flew open, and one tall wood-cutter rushed in with his heavy ax, and killed the wicked Wolf in far less time that it takes to tell you about it.

"But where is Grannie?" asked Little Red Riding-Hood, when she had thanked the brave wood-cutter. "Oh! where can poor Grannie be? Can the cruel Wolf have eaten her up?"

And she began to cry and sob bitterly - when, who should walk in but Grannie herself, as large as life, and as hearty as ever, with her marketing-basket on her arm! For it was another old dame in the village who was not very well, and Grannie had been down to visit her and give her some of her own famous herb-tea.

So everything turned out right in the end, and all lived happily every after; but I promise you that little Red Riding-Hood never made friends with a Wolf again!

sample rp:

Gotham City was infested with criminals. Huntress hardly referred to them as anything but vermin. That's what criminals were. The human vermin of the city. Something everyone would be better off without. The only difference was that exterminators usually killed vermin. This type of vermin you were supposed to hand over to the courts and let justice take its course. Only one problem with that. Most of the criminals get off with barely a little slap on the wrist. It infuriated Huntress. If she had it her way she'd just kill every single piece of vermin in the city one by one. The crime rates would go down because a, most of the criminals would be dead, and b, new criminals would get the hint and not bother coming around. But nooo, Batman had to turn the vermin over to the authorities. Like that was doing any good. Just look at the city. It's crime rate was higher than New York City and Metropolis combined. How wrong was that?

The answer was simple. Extremely wrong. However, just because she wasn't allowed to kill them, didn't mean Huntress couldn't put them out of business for a few months. Huntress had a bad habit of beating up the vermin until they were incapable of moving, and occasionally put them in intensive care. But hey, if your life had been ruined by vermin like them, wouldn't you react the same way? Exactly. At least she wasn't going around and killing innocent people. She was using her anger for much more useful purposes. Like helping the helpless from vermin. Huntress liked doing that. She had once been one of those helpless, but no longer. Not since she was nineteen. Which meant it was going on... what? Six years now? Since she had done something about being helpless herself. Helena Bertinelli didn't exist at night. The Huntress did.

All this rambling is not for no reason, though. No, in fact all this rambling has brought us straight to where we are now. The Huntress, a.k.a. Helena Bertinelli, was crouched atop a building, shrouded in shadow, waiting to find the evil doers and stop them. Nothing bad would happen on her watch. Dear lord, no. There'd be hell to pay if a vermin got away with something while she was out patrolling the city. There might be an accident and then poof, the vermin would be dead. And, oh no! We couldn't have that. Batman may get mad. Catch the hint of sarcasm? Wait, hint? That was a whole boat load of sarcasm. Huntress could care less. Well, not really. She did give some care to what the Bat thought. Otherwise she wouldn't have wanted to join the bat family. Speaking of, where was the rest of the bat family? Shouldn't they be out fighting crime like her?

Crime... That one thought seemed to have trigger the action. Not too far away, maybe a couple of alleys down, Huntress heard it. A scream. And then of course some form of evil laughter which didn't seem to be very good. Huntress stood up fully from her crouch and leaped to the next building's roof top. And continued to leap from roof top to roof top until she found the vermin and the innocent. Being extremely agile and trained in martial arts, and having quite a few gadgets with her, jumping from roof top to roof top without getting injured wasn't dificult. Huntress's intimidating silhouette covered the vermin the moment she stood to her fullest height from atop that roof. And with another quick leap, she was on the ground, standing between the innocent woman and the criminals.

Huntress was standing with her right side closest to the muggers, her left to the victim. Her head was tilted just slightly so the muggers could get the full effect of her evil stare until a smirk crossed her lips, her right arm brought up, her index finger being held out as if to say 'tsk tsk'. "That's not how we treat a lady," she said barely above a whisper, but they were sure to hear it and catch the danger in her tone. It was clear they had, as they were already beginning to act nervous. However, the three thugs wouldn't let it look like a lone female scared them. Psh. Typical man in Gotham. Typical man, really. So, attempting to gather their courage, they charged her. Really only two charged her, the third was going for the original victim. But he wouldn't get the chance to reach the terrified girl. Huntress had done a spread eagle-kick to his buddies' heads, so they were down almost immediately.

Thug number three come on down! Huntress grabbed his neck from behind, pulling him back so that his back bone met her bended knee. The second it had, Huntress' leg went back to the ground while the other came up to kick him in the face. He was on the ground while his other two buddies were getting up. They didn't bother to try and charge her again, they were trying to get away. They just happened to keep tripping over garbage and whatever happened to be in their way. "I love it when they run," Huntress said, a grin playing her lips as she grabbed one of the gadgets from her belt, pointed it the first thug's way while her crossbow was aimed at the second, and pulled the trigger unanimously. The arrow got a strong hold on thug number two's shirt, driving him straight back into the wall and holding him there, while the gadget, which had been a black rope with two metal balls on each end, flew out, twirling, until the middle part of the rope caught the guy, and the balls kept swinging until it had the thug completely tied up.

"That's better!" she said with a victorious smile. By now, the girl she had been protecting ran away, and Huntress was left to clean up the mess. It wasn't hard, as she had plenty of materials to keep the three thugs tied up. She had put them all together, back to back to back to tie them up. Once she had finished, she stood tall over them, a triumphant grin everlasting on her lips. Until she heard someone watching her, that is. Huntress lifted her head, her blue eyes scanning her surroundings until they fell on the person... or robot... whatever... that was looking at her. She raised a brow, trying to make out if this guy was just a hero from out of town, or a new villain. You could never really tell in Gotham, as the heroes dressed just as darkly as the villains. But finally she spoke to him, as that was the one clear thing about it. But... how could you tell with a robot? "Is there something you wanted?"

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