Post by Mirage on Nov 20, 2012 17:02:10 GMT -5
QUOTE: Hello kitty! >:3
NAME: Chantel DuBois
AGE: 30
SPECIES: Human
TYPICAL DRESS: Usually seen wearing her uniform, consisting of shirt and tie, jacket, belt, trousers and long boots. She also wears an animal control hat and badge.
PICTURE:![](http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsM/11568-30089.jpg)
FILM: Madagascar 3
Occupation/Status: Captain of Monaco Animal Control
Family: -
Friends: Left to RP.
Enemies: Practically any animal, really. She hunts for the thrill and glory of it.
Skills: Excellent ability to fight, balance and shoot. She also has a highly developed sense of smell.
Weapons: Tranquillizer dart gun.
History: From a very young age, DuBois was known for her brutality towards animals. Any pets she had, she killed. Strangled, drowned, starved, you name it, she did it, and found a twisted kind of exhilaration in being sadistic towards animals. She found her ideal career, therefore, as an officer of the Monaco animal control. She shot to the top because of her efficiency, but not many wished to speak up against her brutality for fear of her becoming the same with them, because her fiery personality was so unpredictable and she would gladly turn on people as much as animals. [She has even been known to use her tranquillizer gun on people who stand in her way.]
Sample Post: Nose to the ground, sniffing like a bloodhound, DuBois was on the trail of a stray mutt. This was all too easy. The dog was scruffy, hadn't had a bath in a long time, and so it left a rather unpleasant smell that DuBois' keen nose picked up quite quickly. "Poor puppy," the French officer smirked. "You can run, but you can not hide from me. It is such a shame you are not in better condition. I could do with a new head to mount on my wall...oh well." Standing, she leapt onto her red moped, and it buzzed away, following the scent of the mongrel.
Not much could stop Chantel when she was on a mission to catch an animal. But a sudden, blinding blue light was one of the rare, few things. She braked quickly and skidded, only just managing to stay on her moped as she covered her eyes from the burning light.
NAME: Chantel DuBois
AGE: 30
SPECIES: Human
TYPICAL DRESS: Usually seen wearing her uniform, consisting of shirt and tie, jacket, belt, trousers and long boots. She also wears an animal control hat and badge.
PICTURE:
![](http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsM/11568-30089.jpg)
FILM: Madagascar 3
Occupation/Status: Captain of Monaco Animal Control
Family: -
Friends: Left to RP.
Enemies: Practically any animal, really. She hunts for the thrill and glory of it.
Skills: Excellent ability to fight, balance and shoot. She also has a highly developed sense of smell.
Weapons: Tranquillizer dart gun.
History: From a very young age, DuBois was known for her brutality towards animals. Any pets she had, she killed. Strangled, drowned, starved, you name it, she did it, and found a twisted kind of exhilaration in being sadistic towards animals. She found her ideal career, therefore, as an officer of the Monaco animal control. She shot to the top because of her efficiency, but not many wished to speak up against her brutality for fear of her becoming the same with them, because her fiery personality was so unpredictable and she would gladly turn on people as much as animals. [She has even been known to use her tranquillizer gun on people who stand in her way.]
Sample Post: Nose to the ground, sniffing like a bloodhound, DuBois was on the trail of a stray mutt. This was all too easy. The dog was scruffy, hadn't had a bath in a long time, and so it left a rather unpleasant smell that DuBois' keen nose picked up quite quickly. "Poor puppy," the French officer smirked. "You can run, but you can not hide from me. It is such a shame you are not in better condition. I could do with a new head to mount on my wall...oh well." Standing, she leapt onto her red moped, and it buzzed away, following the scent of the mongrel.
Not much could stop Chantel when she was on a mission to catch an animal. But a sudden, blinding blue light was one of the rare, few things. She braked quickly and skidded, only just managing to stay on her moped as she covered her eyes from the burning light.