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Your Name/Alias: Courtney
Age: 24
Character: Gwen Stacy
Series: Ultimate Spider-Man, Spider-Men
Character Age: 16
Canon: His story is simple. A boy, bitten by a spider, driven by tragedy to right the wrongs in this world. Her story? Not so much. Gwen Stacy is loud-mouthed, opinionated, and passionate about righting wrongs and treating people fairly. Her obstinate attitude can sometimes rub authority the wrong way, and as such, authority rubs her the wrong way as well. She is crass, offensive, pushy, and speaks her goddamn mind whether you like it or not. She will not beat around the bush. Abandoned by her mother, ignored by her father, Gwen has acted out for years in an attempt to get their attention. In the tragedy following her father's death, she finds herself adopted by Aunt May and Peter Parker, in a loving and stable home for the first time.
Then she dies. And gets cloned. Long story short, the cloned Gwen Stacy is the original in every way, and continues her life with Aunt May and Peter Parker. Perhaps due to her brush with death, her style changes to more of a goth/lolita than rocker/punk, but her outspoken personality is the same as ever. She will tell Captain America he is jerk to his face--Captain Jerk of the Ultimate Jerk Squad. As a result of her previous home life, however, Gwen is extremely reserved. In fact, Peter and MJ don't even realize they are her friends until after her death--that's how closed off she can be. She knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man, knows Miles Morales has taken on the mantle, and wants to help him. Things are strained for her after Peter's death, as her friends have scattered--the mutants, to take care of themselves in the ensuing mess, and MJ, to god knows where as she tries to leave her life with Peter behind.
Sample Post:
This is a swamp. This is a gross swampland and it is barely dawn. My tights are ripped. These are my favorite tights, and they are ripped and tattered and torn and destroyed and who is going to pay me back for this? Do you know who will? No one. No one! Because do you know who ripped these tights? Do you? It's you, you smelly, wrinkled, old gorilla! You don't even know what money is. You don't even know what a proper breakfast is either!
So yeah, there I am, just having a hard time sleeping because, you know, not only was my life difficult enough before I got dragged here out of nowhere--and might I add that "nowhere" is exactly how I would describe this Louisiana dump? Sheesh, not even Queens was this disgusting--now I have to deal with zombies and toucans that talk inside your mind. Like what is a toucan doing in the middle of a swamp anyway?! If this was New York, we'd have this whole place on lockdown while the government rounded up these freakshows.
Anyway, not only is there all of that, but I get freaking hauled away by gorillas in the pre-dawn hours of the morning. Gorillas! Gropey gorillas! I swear you were trying to feel me up, and Gwen Stacy doesn't stand for that. If I had my knife with me, well, that hand wouldn't have come anywhere near my rear end, got that? So watch yourself, Gropey. Yeah, that's a good name for you. Gropey. And how old are you anyway, Gropey? Because I'm underage, and you look like you've got yourself a nice family here, not to mention those laugh lines on your face. That look you're giving me? That's what pedophilia looks like. So stop it.
Ugh, did I just call it a hand? Paw. It was a paw. The talking toucans have made me start identifying with the animals here way more than I should be.
So anyway, right, there I am, four in the morning, getting dragged across a swamp by a freaking gorilla. And does anyone try and save me? No, of course not. A girl has to take care of herself in this world. My dad taught me that. Oh, didn't I mention, Mr. Gropey? My dad was police chief, in freaking New York City of all places. New York City, where there's a new giant evil souped up supervillain every week--not to mention what you get on the E at night, yeesh. So yeah, I will take care of this whole situation myself. That includes breakfast, thank you very much; so stop trying to help me eat.
Oh, don't look so upset. You had to know this was coming. I mean look at me--you've lost my headband, you've ripped my tights, I have freaking twigs in my hair, and you expect me to sit down for a civil breakfast with you? No. No freaking way. It's not gonna happen. I mean I have had some surreal experiences in my life and none of them compare to how surreal this is, and that's saying something. So goodbye. I'm leaving. Yes, that's right, you're going to let me go. And I'm going to walk away.
Oh fine, I'll take a banana for the road. Better take what I can get in this dump.
100%! What??? Wow.
Age: 24
Character: Gwen Stacy
Series: Ultimate Spider-Man, Spider-Men
Character Age: 16
Canon: His story is simple. A boy, bitten by a spider, driven by tragedy to right the wrongs in this world. Her story? Not so much. Gwen Stacy is loud-mouthed, opinionated, and passionate about righting wrongs and treating people fairly. Her obstinate attitude can sometimes rub authority the wrong way, and as such, authority rubs her the wrong way as well. She is crass, offensive, pushy, and speaks her goddamn mind whether you like it or not. She will not beat around the bush. Abandoned by her mother, ignored by her father, Gwen has acted out for years in an attempt to get their attention. In the tragedy following her father's death, she finds herself adopted by Aunt May and Peter Parker, in a loving and stable home for the first time.
Then she dies. And gets cloned. Long story short, the cloned Gwen Stacy is the original in every way, and continues her life with Aunt May and Peter Parker. Perhaps due to her brush with death, her style changes to more of a goth/lolita than rocker/punk, but her outspoken personality is the same as ever. She will tell Captain America he is jerk to his face--Captain Jerk of the Ultimate Jerk Squad. As a result of her previous home life, however, Gwen is extremely reserved. In fact, Peter and MJ don't even realize they are her friends until after her death--that's how closed off she can be. She knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man, knows Miles Morales has taken on the mantle, and wants to help him. Things are strained for her after Peter's death, as her friends have scattered--the mutants, to take care of themselves in the ensuing mess, and MJ, to god knows where as she tries to leave her life with Peter behind.
Sample Post:
This is a swamp. This is a gross swampland and it is barely dawn. My tights are ripped. These are my favorite tights, and they are ripped and tattered and torn and destroyed and who is going to pay me back for this? Do you know who will? No one. No one! Because do you know who ripped these tights? Do you? It's you, you smelly, wrinkled, old gorilla! You don't even know what money is. You don't even know what a proper breakfast is either!
So yeah, there I am, just having a hard time sleeping because, you know, not only was my life difficult enough before I got dragged here out of nowhere--and might I add that "nowhere" is exactly how I would describe this Louisiana dump? Sheesh, not even Queens was this disgusting--now I have to deal with zombies and toucans that talk inside your mind. Like what is a toucan doing in the middle of a swamp anyway?! If this was New York, we'd have this whole place on lockdown while the government rounded up these freakshows.
Anyway, not only is there all of that, but I get freaking hauled away by gorillas in the pre-dawn hours of the morning. Gorillas! Gropey gorillas! I swear you were trying to feel me up, and Gwen Stacy doesn't stand for that. If I had my knife with me, well, that hand wouldn't have come anywhere near my rear end, got that? So watch yourself, Gropey. Yeah, that's a good name for you. Gropey. And how old are you anyway, Gropey? Because I'm underage, and you look like you've got yourself a nice family here, not to mention those laugh lines on your face. That look you're giving me? That's what pedophilia looks like. So stop it.
Ugh, did I just call it a hand? Paw. It was a paw. The talking toucans have made me start identifying with the animals here way more than I should be.
So anyway, right, there I am, four in the morning, getting dragged across a swamp by a freaking gorilla. And does anyone try and save me? No, of course not. A girl has to take care of herself in this world. My dad taught me that. Oh, didn't I mention, Mr. Gropey? My dad was police chief, in freaking New York City of all places. New York City, where there's a new giant evil souped up supervillain every week--not to mention what you get on the E at night, yeesh. So yeah, I will take care of this whole situation myself. That includes breakfast, thank you very much; so stop trying to help me eat.
Oh, don't look so upset. You had to know this was coming. I mean look at me--you've lost my headband, you've ripped my tights, I have freaking twigs in my hair, and you expect me to sit down for a civil breakfast with you? No. No freaking way. It's not gonna happen. I mean I have had some surreal experiences in my life and none of them compare to how surreal this is, and that's saying something. So goodbye. I'm leaving. Yes, that's right, you're going to let me go. And I'm going to walk away.
Oh fine, I'll take a banana for the road. Better take what I can get in this dump.
100%! What??? Wow.
