Rita Morgan is a greaser. She is calm and pragmatic, sometimes even appearing cold to those who don't know her. She is fiercly independent, preferring to practice drawing comics alone than participating in large social events. Rita loves comics, puzzles, and plants.
Basic info
Name: Rita Morgan
Nickname(s): N/A at this time
Age: 21
Birthday: 2 September [1944]
Sexuality: Straight (bicurious)
Pronouns: she/her
Face Claim: Anne Bancroft, c. 1950
Appearance
Height: 5'5
Body type: Pear body shape
Eye color: Light brown
Hair color: Dark auburn
Hairstyle: Long, curly -- usually put in low bun
Distinguishing marks: Light/superficial scarring on hands and arms, monstera leaf tattoo on left shoulder
More to know
Personality: Rita has a sort of quiet, composed confidence that few can challenge. She is level-headed, especially in times of crisis, able to calmly and efficiently problem solve. Despite her fierce independence, she holds great value in friends and family. As one of the oldest of her friends, she puts herself into the role of guardian and protector of those she loves. It may take a while for Rita to form a connection with someone, but when she does, it's a bond not easily broken. Rita doesn't often dwell on the past, choosing instead to ground herself in the present.
Positive traits: Level-headed, pragmatic, resourceful, physically strong
Negative traits: Difficulty connecting emotionally, struggles to show empathy, need for control
Likes: Newspaper comic strips, puzzles (i.e. sudoku, crosswords, etc), botany, trivia
Dislikes: Big parties, exessive drinking
Fears: Inhibition, loss of control
Other: Student at University of Tulsa – studying journalism – and works at the Dairy Queen part-time. Favorite comic strip series is Beetle Bailey. Inherited family's property once parents died when she was almost 19.
Relationships
Siblings: None
Mom: Dead
Dad: Dead
Pets: 1 cat, a former stray named Button (he was found in a buttonbush plant)
Other: N/A at this time
Main friends: N/A at this time
Crush or s/o: N/A at this time -- available for shipping
Roleplay sample
Rita had enough. She puts out her cigarette on the brick wall behind her and approaches the men with balled fists.
"Think you're hot shit, huh?" she asks them with practiced calmness, though a concealed rage is evident in her voice.