OUT OF CHARACTER NAME: Riven AIM: I don't really use it, but I can if need be. EMAIL: firstname.lastname@example.org TIMEZONE: Arizona AVAILABILITY: Off and on during the day, most weekends, and occasionally during the week.
IN CHARACTER NAME: Agent Carolina (aka “S. Church”, but really, just call her Carolina.) JOURNAL: topoftheboard PLAYED BY: Bryce Dallas Howard FANDOM: Red vs Blue CANON POINT: Post Season 13. CAN THIS CHARACTER BE CANON PUNCTURED? No, because that would infuriate her and I don’t want to die. WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS WITH THIS CHARACTER IN GAME? Reconnect with her half-brother, work private security for whatever company looks interesting, and be an all-around grumpy badass. CANON HISTORY:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Red_vs._Blue_characters#Carolina IN GAME HISTORY: Carolina was a baby born to Dr. Leonard Church, a prominent bioengineer, and his wife, Allison, a soldier in the Marines. Carolina was a precocious girl who wanted to be just like her mother, and the three of them were happy in a small suburb in Texas. Unfortunately, her mother passed away in the line of duty when she was only four years old. Her father took the loss very hard, refusing to believe that Allison was beyond his reach. Carolina did her best to excel at everything she did in order to win her father’s attention, but she never could manage to break his gaze away from her deceased mother.
She spent most of her schooling in and out of both the honor roll and detention rooms. The detentions primarily came from any boy unlucky enough to make fun of her first name and its relation to her bright red hair color. Since her father was rarely available, Carolina was more often in the care of her mother’s old squad mates than at home. It was her mother’s company that showed up to her recitals, sports games, and even parent-teacher conferences, while her father worked longer and longer hours in his laboratory. Her mother’s friends would often distract her by telling her stories about her mother and all the missions they completed overseas. They also gave her the nickname “Carolina”, stemming from her initials, S.C. Those stories propelled her to want to join the military herself, and after high school she was accepted by the Naval Academy in Maryland.
It was only in the military that she truly felt like she belonged. From the first day she stepped on base she found a new family, much like her mother’s friends that had raised her. Resolving to begin again, Carolina threw herself into her studies and into her training, quickly rising to the top ranks in her year. The first time she returned home with a first place standing in her year, her father smiled at her, saying her mother would be proud. Perhaps it was because of those words, or perhaps it was one of the few times she had seen her father smile, but the next time she returned to base, the only goal in her mind was to become number one at everything. Maybe then, she reasoned, her father would give up on searching for her mother’s shadow and look directly at her.
Carolina became an Officer after graduation and was quickly recruited to a special ops group in the Marines. It was not long before she was given a squad of her own, and she would lead them on several tours, including two to Afghanistan, one to South Korea, and a final tour in Iraq. She was proud of her squad, and took it upon herself to look over them much like a stern parent. All the while, she would continue training herself after everyone had gone to bed to ensure that she would be the best. However, her motivation had switched from getting her father’s attention to ensuring that no matter what happened in the field, she would be able to make up for her team’s failings and keep them alive at all costs.
Her biggest regret during her time in the military occurred not overseas in the field, but back home during what should have been a routine training mission. Through a series of very unfortunate events, one of her squadmates was severely injured and ended up in a coma. Although no one could have predicted, much less prevented, the disaster, Carolina took it as a failure on her part. She believed that it was her failure that resulted in Washington’s injury, and no one could convince her otherwise. Matters were made even worse when the squad received orders to ship out before the man had awoken from his coma.
Back overseas, Carolina no longer took chances with her men, but rather would give herself the most dangerous jobs, even going so far as to push others back so that she could carry the burden on herself alone. Her second in command tried to talk to her, to keep her together, but to no avail. When assigned to work with other squads, especially one with another female commander, she was more likely to treat the mission as a competition instead, ignoring the rest of her team and their wishes. Additional deaths to the squad meant they ended their tour earlier than expected, beaten, battered, and mentally exhausted. One look at Carolina was all her superiors back home needed to send her on a forced leave home, telling her to come back when she was ready to get her head back in the game.
Her father’s home in Texas was much as she remembered it, and her father was no exception - at least at first. Both of them were home after failures in their work, and although it had taken them over two decades to see one another eye to eye, the two began slowly acknowledging one another. Carolina was eventually glad that her superiors had forced her to return home, because she could finally connect with the one man she had been trying to have acknowledge her all her life.
It was during one of these days at home that her father decided to turn her world on end. She had gotten home late the night before and was nursing a hangover at the breakfast table when her father came over with two cups of coffee. He set one cup in front of the grumpy Carolina before sitting down and opening the newspaper. His next words were so out of place that for a moment, Carolina thought she was still asleep. How many people would sit down for breakfast and say “Oh, by the way, you have a brother” the same way they would say “Oh, by the way, can you pass the sugar?” It took several minutes and several reiterations of said sentence before she finally grasped the full meaning of those words.
Her father gave her what could barely pass as bare bones of information regarding her brother and his whereabouts. All she was given was a woman’s name, an address, and a faded copy of a birth certificate that looked like it had been folded into eighths and left out in the sun for too long. The creases obscured most of the names on the paper, but the gender of the child was definitely visible. Unlike her father, Carolina was more than just passively curious about her newfound family member. In order to find and reconnect with her long-lost brother, she sent in her resignation to the Marines and set out toward Spokane, Washington, to pick up the trail.
Two conversations, three boxes, and one well-deserved punch to the nose later, Carolina had a general idea of the whereabouts of her half-brother and her next destination: Orange County, CA.
AUDITION Carolina woke up with a gun in her hands.
The apartment was pitch-black, the only light stemming from passing headlights on the street far below. The gun moved to the window and back again, searching for...something. What had woken her up? She thought she heard a scuffling noise. Was there someone else in the apartment?
The gun moved down, down, down to the floor, where a rat was making quick work of an apple in the corner of her living room. The upturned bowl next to it also revealed what had probably woken her up in the first place. Carolina’s shoulders relaxed and she let the gun fall to her side. Rats. Maybe she was a bit too jumpy. Granted, it was her first night in a new city, but just the sound of a bowl falling off the counter should not have been enough to make her jump out of bed, grab her gun, knock down the door, and point her gun at-
Shifting her weight, Carolina looked down at her feet. Specifically, at the door beneath her feet that had previously led to her bedroom, but was now looking a bit worse for the wear. The two hinges dangled from the wood, having been torn roughly out of the plywood walls.
“Goddammit. They’re not going to give me my deposit back.”