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Post by Pandora Rose Everheart on Sept 30, 2009 23:01:03 GMT
◦◦◦PandoraROSEeverheart!!!
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
God made me pretty, What happened to you?"
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▫NAME:Pandora Rose Everheart
▫NICKNAME(S): Rose, Thorn, Pandy
▫AGE: 17
▫LOYALTY: Evil
▫SEXUALITY: I'm straight love
▫PLACE OF BIRTH: Liverpool England
▫HAIR:Black
▫EYES:Green blue
▫GENERAL APPEARENCE:
Starting at her head it's toped with hair that reaches past her shoulders. It's the same color as her fathers. It's slightly wavy as her mothers was. Her eyes pierce threw your soul. She doesn't look at you she looks threw you. Her makeup is dark, her skin pale.
▫DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:Her eyes
▫STYLE:Dark, Mod/Gothic
▫PLAYBY:Betty Curse
▫HOMETOWN:Liverpool, England
▫MOTHER: Isabelle Everheart
▫FATHER: Dravon Everheart
▫BROTHER(S): James Everheart
▫SISTER(S):NA
▫OTHER:Sally, pet snake
▫HISTORY:
Her mother who fought for the good, and her father who fought for the bad met back in high school. They were in love and soon had her and her twin brother. They never married. After Pandora and James were born their mother tired to kill them, so their father killed their mother. Her father protected her to no end. She was always happy as a young child, never questioned her father or his goals in life. Her father pushed evil into her from a very young age, it wasn't hard to see it was already in her. She was picked on in school for not having a mother and also being different then the other children.
During late elementary she was out side during recess playing alone as she did every day. Soon a group of kids came up to her and started throwing rocks at her and picking on her. Soon it got worst and they were kicking her. She was laying on the ground no adult around to help her. She screamed and cried trying to get away from them. She let out a very strange scream and soon ice formed around her protecting her from there blows. The kids ran away from her and after that day they started to fear her.
Her middle school was the very same, no one wanted to play with the ice freak. Her father just trained her teaching her how to use her powers. She soon started at sky high and her sophomore year her and her father were out training in the woods when they were attacked. They were attacked by hero's whom were trying to kill her father. They did kill her father and then went after her. She ran as fast as she could from them, they soon surrounded her and anger and fear grew inside of her. They took her father away from her. Her eyes turned a strange silver color and the metal necklace around her neck melted and turned into spikes that went into the hero's chest.
No one knew she killed them, she was found in her house crying covered in her own blood as well as the blood of the hero's. Her fathers lifeless body laid on the floor in-front of her. She was deemed old enough to live on her own. And to this day she hates hero's with a passion.
▫POWERS:
▫▫Ice
▫▫Metal control
▫LIKES:
▫▫Evil
▫▫Night time
▫▫Full moons
▫▫Roses
▫▫The river
▫DISLIKES:
▫▫Hero's
▫▫Her father's death
▫▫Children
▫▫Extremely hot days
▫▫People who judge
▫GOALS:
▫▫To be the perfect villinest
▫▫Gain full control over her powers
▫▫To find her true love
▫PERSONALITY:
She has always been very edgy when it comes to emotions. The smallest of things set her off. She is vein about her looks. She knows she is hot and knows she can get any guy she wants to get. She never shows pain when others are around. Pandora never really talks about her fathers death to anyone. She just mumbles to her self about it. She also spaces out quite a bit. She also is very shy until she gets to know a person.
She is also very power hunger, she wants to gain control over her powers. She wants to take every hero in the world and make them pay for what they did to her father. She is driven by her anger, her sorrow, her self hate for not saving him. So much it built up in her, and yet she never lets it out around people.
▫NAME: Stephany
▫AGE: 18
▫RP EXPERIENCE: 5 years
▫HOW DID YOU FIND US: Proboards
▫OTHER CHARACTERS:NA
▫SECRET PHRASE: I love cornish pixies
▫ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The smell of rotting flesh and blood mix hit a young girl's nose, her eyes like molten silver darted around the room.
"My masterpiece," She whispered. Her eyes looked over the room squares of flesh that had very unclean edges that were held together by string. Not just any string, but string made out of human hair. This very strange quilt like object was what the walls and ceiling is made up of. She smiles and runs her hand over one of the walls; the skin had some burn marks, cuts, and gashes in it. She slowly turns around and walks threw the door. It leads into a torture chamber, on a perfectly clean table laid a man around the age of 22. He had shady brown hair that hung a little above his shoulders. He was sound to sleep thanks to a sleeping pill that this silver eyed girl slipped into his drink. There was a table next to this just as clean, but on top of this table laid knifes, whips, broken glass, torches, hoses, wires, and many other torture devises.
She sat on a chair watching the man; she learned the night before that his name was James Dylith. His eyes were a strange green color. There were many things she learned last night. Such as he was a lead singer of a band, he was into sword collecting, and that he liked girls that were a little twisted. Well this dear girl who goes by the name Victoria Valor is a lot more then twisted.
"Such a pretty face to waist; how I wish he knew how much fun this will be." She wasn't talking to anyone she was talking to her self.
"How much power you feel when you kill and torture. It is a rush grater then any drug out there." She purred. She arched her back; she just couldn't wait tell he woke up.
"Sweet, sweet boy, you looked so cute tied up and helpless. Your life in my hands so sweet it is." She giggled uncontrollably. She picked up one knife and walked over to the sleeping James body. His chest was showing, so perfectly built. She slowly ran the ice cold blade across his skin, from his chest to right above his pant line. It didn't cut him she just ran it over his skin. The boy shivered his eyes slowly opened up. He tried to sit up but couldn't there were tie downs on his wrist and ankles.
"Good morning sleepy head. Did you sleep well?" She smiled sweetly. As he slowly became more aware of his surroundings; he started to thrash around trying to get free.
"Why am I here?" His voice was a little raspy from the sleeping pills drying out his mouth.
"You are here for my pleasure." She spun the knife in her hand not even really thinking about it.
"My sick, twisted, fun pleasure." She grinned ear to ear. She ran it over his skin again this time cutting him a little bit. He didn't do a thing just sat there watching her.
"Come on yell scream, just like the rest did. You can't be heard this room is sound proof." His eyes had fear in them, grate amounts of fear. She could smell it rolling off of him. She started to dig the blade deeper James winced a little more. She smiled and picked up some of the blood with the blade she examined the bloody blade her red-brown hair hung down as she looked at it. She licked the blade clean. She slowly walked over to a radio and turned it all the way up Drowning pool- bodies came to her ears. She started to dance to it; her body was really curvy in all the right places what guy in there right mind wouldn't want her. James watched her intently he didn't know his life was going to end tonight. Just as thousands before him have. She walks over to the table with everything on it she lights the torch and heats the metal of the blade. It was a glowing red; she slowly made her way to the guy again the metal still a bright red but slowly fading, but still extremely hot. She ran the hot blade over his skin; James thrashed screamed and yelled trying to get away from the burning metal. ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Victoria had the look of pure bliss in her eyes. The sizzling of his skin brought happiness to her.
"Now, now. It isn't that bad now is it?" She smiled and dug the blade deeply into the flesh right above his belly button.
"You are a psychotic bitch," James wailed out in pain. She giggled and twisted the knife.
"Oh, but you wanted me last night love. You said you loved the twisted girls you just didn't know you would get me." She smiled and left the knife in his stomach. Blood was streaming down from the twisted wound soaking his pants. She skipped like a little kid towards her tools the music still blasting all around them.
"What toy to use, oh what toy to use?" She looked threw them all then she thought it over hammer would be the perfect idea. She picked it up and looked at it; she would take out his knee caps first then slowly work her way up. She didn't want his skin for the room it wasn't what she was looking for. She made her way back to James. James started to thrash around again each movement sent horrible pain threw his body. Each time he tried to move he would scream or yell in pain.
"Now stay still other wise I might miss." She raised the hammer and strike down making a sick blow to the knee; cracking of bone and the squishing sound of flesh filled her ears. James yelled in agony. She repeated this on the other leg. Then she made more blows going up his thigh; she finally stopped when she was about six inches from his waist. His legs were mangled masses of crushed bone and flesh; blood squirting everywhere. Screams of agony and pure terror filled the room it was almost louder then the music playing. She was splattered in his blood she licked her hands clean. James had lost a lot of blood it was pooled under the table he was almost blacked out. Victoria kisses his lips.
"You really are cute, and a damn good singer." She ran her hand threw his hair. His breathing was labored and raspy. She started to hum with the music. She grabbed a long twelve inch knife and walked back to James. She found the bottom of his sternum and jabbed the knife deeply into his chest piercing his heart he died instantly. She kisses his lips again and then she closed his eyes and kissed each eyelid.
"Thank you for the fun love." She walked out of the room covered in blood and made the journey up the stairs. She was shaking with pleasure and excitement. She thought with each person she killed there soul would go in her; give her a high, and more power. She walked into her room and curled up on her body still shaking and after a while fell asleep.
▫:
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
God made me pretty, What happened to you?"
◦◦◦EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOUWANTED◦◦◦◦◦
▫NAME:Pandora Rose Everheart
▫NICKNAME(S): Rose, Thorn, Pandy
▫AGE: 17
▫LOYALTY: Evil
▫SEXUALITY: I'm straight love
▫PLACE OF BIRTH: Liverpool England
◦◦◦EVERYTHINGYOUTHOUGHTYOU'DNEED◦◦◦◦◦
▫HAIR:Black
▫EYES:Green blue
▫GENERAL APPEARENCE:
Starting at her head it's toped with hair that reaches past her shoulders. It's the same color as her fathers. It's slightly wavy as her mothers was. Her eyes pierce threw your soul. She doesn't look at you she looks threw you. Her makeup is dark, her skin pale.
▫DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:Her eyes
▫STYLE:Dark, Mod/Gothic
▫PLAYBY:Betty Curse
◦◦◦THEYCOMEALONGANDBROUGHTYOUDOWN◦◦◦◦◦
▫HOMETOWN:Liverpool, England
▫MOTHER: Isabelle Everheart
▫FATHER: Dravon Everheart
▫BROTHER(S): James Everheart
▫SISTER(S):NA
▫OTHER:Sally, pet snake
▫HISTORY:
Her mother who fought for the good, and her father who fought for the bad met back in high school. They were in love and soon had her and her twin brother. They never married. After Pandora and James were born their mother tired to kill them, so their father killed their mother. Her father protected her to no end. She was always happy as a young child, never questioned her father or his goals in life. Her father pushed evil into her from a very young age, it wasn't hard to see it was already in her. She was picked on in school for not having a mother and also being different then the other children.
During late elementary she was out side during recess playing alone as she did every day. Soon a group of kids came up to her and started throwing rocks at her and picking on her. Soon it got worst and they were kicking her. She was laying on the ground no adult around to help her. She screamed and cried trying to get away from them. She let out a very strange scream and soon ice formed around her protecting her from there blows. The kids ran away from her and after that day they started to fear her.
Her middle school was the very same, no one wanted to play with the ice freak. Her father just trained her teaching her how to use her powers. She soon started at sky high and her sophomore year her and her father were out training in the woods when they were attacked. They were attacked by hero's whom were trying to kill her father. They did kill her father and then went after her. She ran as fast as she could from them, they soon surrounded her and anger and fear grew inside of her. They took her father away from her. Her eyes turned a strange silver color and the metal necklace around her neck melted and turned into spikes that went into the hero's chest.
No one knew she killed them, she was found in her house crying covered in her own blood as well as the blood of the hero's. Her fathers lifeless body laid on the floor in-front of her. She was deemed old enough to live on her own. And to this day she hates hero's with a passion.
◦◦◦ANDNOWYOU'RELEFTALONECRYING◦◦◦◦◦
▫POWERS:
▫▫Ice
▫▫Metal control
▫LIKES:
▫▫Evil
▫▫Night time
▫▫Full moons
▫▫Roses
▫▫The river
▫DISLIKES:
▫▫Hero's
▫▫Her father's death
▫▫Children
▫▫Extremely hot days
▫▫People who judge
▫GOALS:
▫▫To be the perfect villinest
▫▫Gain full control over her powers
▫▫To find her true love
▫PERSONALITY:
She has always been very edgy when it comes to emotions. The smallest of things set her off. She is vein about her looks. She knows she is hot and knows she can get any guy she wants to get. She never shows pain when others are around. Pandora never really talks about her fathers death to anyone. She just mumbles to her self about it. She also spaces out quite a bit. She also is very shy until she gets to know a person.
She is also very power hunger, she wants to gain control over her powers. She wants to take every hero in the world and make them pay for what they did to her father. She is driven by her anger, her sorrow, her self hate for not saving him. So much it built up in her, and yet she never lets it out around people.
◦◦◦THEYINALWAYSSEEMTOSAYTHE◦◦◦◦◦
▫NAME: Stephany
▫AGE: 18
▫RP EXPERIENCE: 5 years
▫HOW DID YOU FIND US: Proboards
▫OTHER CHARACTERS:NA
▫SECRET PHRASE: I love cornish pixies
▫ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The smell of rotting flesh and blood mix hit a young girl's nose, her eyes like molten silver darted around the room.
"My masterpiece," She whispered. Her eyes looked over the room squares of flesh that had very unclean edges that were held together by string. Not just any string, but string made out of human hair. This very strange quilt like object was what the walls and ceiling is made up of. She smiles and runs her hand over one of the walls; the skin had some burn marks, cuts, and gashes in it. She slowly turns around and walks threw the door. It leads into a torture chamber, on a perfectly clean table laid a man around the age of 22. He had shady brown hair that hung a little above his shoulders. He was sound to sleep thanks to a sleeping pill that this silver eyed girl slipped into his drink. There was a table next to this just as clean, but on top of this table laid knifes, whips, broken glass, torches, hoses, wires, and many other torture devises.
She sat on a chair watching the man; she learned the night before that his name was James Dylith. His eyes were a strange green color. There were many things she learned last night. Such as he was a lead singer of a band, he was into sword collecting, and that he liked girls that were a little twisted. Well this dear girl who goes by the name Victoria Valor is a lot more then twisted.
"Such a pretty face to waist; how I wish he knew how much fun this will be." She wasn't talking to anyone she was talking to her self.
"How much power you feel when you kill and torture. It is a rush grater then any drug out there." She purred. She arched her back; she just couldn't wait tell he woke up.
"Sweet, sweet boy, you looked so cute tied up and helpless. Your life in my hands so sweet it is." She giggled uncontrollably. She picked up one knife and walked over to the sleeping James body. His chest was showing, so perfectly built. She slowly ran the ice cold blade across his skin, from his chest to right above his pant line. It didn't cut him she just ran it over his skin. The boy shivered his eyes slowly opened up. He tried to sit up but couldn't there were tie downs on his wrist and ankles.
"Good morning sleepy head. Did you sleep well?" She smiled sweetly. As he slowly became more aware of his surroundings; he started to thrash around trying to get free.
"Why am I here?" His voice was a little raspy from the sleeping pills drying out his mouth.
"You are here for my pleasure." She spun the knife in her hand not even really thinking about it.
"My sick, twisted, fun pleasure." She grinned ear to ear. She ran it over his skin again this time cutting him a little bit. He didn't do a thing just sat there watching her.
"Come on yell scream, just like the rest did. You can't be heard this room is sound proof." His eyes had fear in them, grate amounts of fear. She could smell it rolling off of him. She started to dig the blade deeper James winced a little more. She smiled and picked up some of the blood with the blade she examined the bloody blade her red-brown hair hung down as she looked at it. She licked the blade clean. She slowly walked over to a radio and turned it all the way up Drowning pool- bodies came to her ears. She started to dance to it; her body was really curvy in all the right places what guy in there right mind wouldn't want her. James watched her intently he didn't know his life was going to end tonight. Just as thousands before him have. She walks over to the table with everything on it she lights the torch and heats the metal of the blade. It was a glowing red; she slowly made her way to the guy again the metal still a bright red but slowly fading, but still extremely hot. She ran the hot blade over his skin; James thrashed screamed and yelled trying to get away from the burning metal. ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Victoria had the look of pure bliss in her eyes. The sizzling of his skin brought happiness to her.
"Now, now. It isn't that bad now is it?" She smiled and dug the blade deeply into the flesh right above his belly button.
"You are a psychotic bitch," James wailed out in pain. She giggled and twisted the knife.
"Oh, but you wanted me last night love. You said you loved the twisted girls you just didn't know you would get me." She smiled and left the knife in his stomach. Blood was streaming down from the twisted wound soaking his pants. She skipped like a little kid towards her tools the music still blasting all around them.
"What toy to use, oh what toy to use?" She looked threw them all then she thought it over hammer would be the perfect idea. She picked it up and looked at it; she would take out his knee caps first then slowly work her way up. She didn't want his skin for the room it wasn't what she was looking for. She made her way back to James. James started to thrash around again each movement sent horrible pain threw his body. Each time he tried to move he would scream or yell in pain.
"Now stay still other wise I might miss." She raised the hammer and strike down making a sick blow to the knee; cracking of bone and the squishing sound of flesh filled her ears. James yelled in agony. She repeated this on the other leg. Then she made more blows going up his thigh; she finally stopped when she was about six inches from his waist. His legs were mangled masses of crushed bone and flesh; blood squirting everywhere. Screams of agony and pure terror filled the room it was almost louder then the music playing. She was splattered in his blood she licked her hands clean. James had lost a lot of blood it was pooled under the table he was almost blacked out. Victoria kisses his lips.
"You really are cute, and a damn good singer." She ran her hand threw his hair. His breathing was labored and raspy. She started to hum with the music. She grabbed a long twelve inch knife and walked back to James. She found the bottom of his sternum and jabbed the knife deeply into his chest piercing his heart he died instantly. She kisses his lips again and then she closed his eyes and kissed each eyelid.
"Thank you for the fun love." She walked out of the room covered in blood and made the journey up the stairs. She was shaking with pleasure and excitement. She thought with each person she killed there soul would go in her; give her a high, and more power. She walked into her room and curled up on her body still shaking and after a while fell asleep.
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