Post by m e* ry on Sept 25, 2012 21:59:58 GMT -5
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♥ a nn a m e rr y w i ll e m s
[/color] ♥[/size][/center]alias; noise
occupation; lunatic
alignment; chaotic neutral
gang residence; arc
DoB & age; december 3 1991 - 18 yrs
sexual orientation; bi-romantic, homosexual
face claim; jac vanek
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c h a r a c t e r i n f o
[/color][/center]slightly mental;[/color]
• quiet and passive aggressive
• subtle, lacks true grace and poise
• refuses to speak unless necessary
• speaks bluntly and is straightforward
• judgmental and very prejudiced
• willfully ignorant and oblivious
• considers self superior to others
• vain and prone to jealousy
• seeks to dominate and control
• uninterested in violence or the physical realm
• enigmatic and appears empty
patient notes;[/color]
• suffers from mental instability and dissociative disorder
• has multiple personalities that take over without warning
• strong memory and advanced cognitive skills despite this
• weak capacity for pain and horrible reflexes
• part of brain damaged during a surgery, lessens her fear impulses
• is a psychic; lacks fine control over her powers on a stronger scope
• hearing damaged as well during a sugery; sense impaired
• uses psychic abilities to either block out or direct noise to her ears
• extremely fluctuating activity; from mania-like bursts to lethargy
• is capable of communicating with and coercing spirits
• attracts more malevolent spirits
virtues;[/color]
• indifference to others' views about her
• elusive nature, ability to be unnoticed
• vanity-induced grooming and care for appearance
• avoids conflicts whenever she can
• is genuinely neutral (indifference)
• protective of her 'friends' (considers them her possessions)
• prioritizes and is self-aware (despite mental instability)
vices;[/color]
• extreme lack of tolerance and patience
• won't voice out or fix assumed problems (with herself or others)
• seethes and sulks; reactive and never proactive
• lack of desire to be socially/emotionally involved
• generally apathetic and uninterested
• assumes that she knows the most and whole of anything
• never gives credit or acknowledges other's work
• independent but not self-sufficient
• masochistic tendencies and fetishes
rather fond of;[/color]
• silence
• dolls
• glass windows
• churches
• stuffed animals
• isolated areas
• ice cream
• movies on a rainy day
rather detests;[/color]
• differences in opinions
• obsessive neatness
• business executives
• doctors and hospitals
• technology
• fraud mediums
• drugs, alcohol, and nicotine
• being dirty
• most insects except centipedes
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h i s t o r y
[/color][/center]Quite an uninteresting childhood:
was born to a psychic gypsy traveling by Duplicity;
sold to a brothel mistress and raised;
given up for foster care at age 10;
exhibited psychic abilities;
mental stability came into question;
brought to a hospital where they did research-based surgeries on her;
brain was tampered with, became unstable and damaged;
broke out of the hospital;
changed name and alias, erased own memory;
lives in hiding.
r o l e p l a y s a m p l e
[/color][/center]The infant cried in its crib, staring up at the bleach blond girl who stood before it, who seemed to be looking right at the child but ignoring it all the same. It bawled, fat tears running down its cheek and snot dripping from its nose. Its pink face was contorted in a wailing cry, and Anna observed it with an expressionless face. It reached its stubby arms out towards her, begging for attention, wanting to be picked up and hushed, but she pushed it hands down, and this only agitated the baby more. She glanced it up and down. It was naked save for its soiled diaper. "Made a mess again," she said quietly to herself. Her words came in almost inaudible whispers, but at the first syllable uttered from her lips, the child immediately hushed up, and a look of fear crossed its before desperate eyes. Startled by the silence, she looked at the baby again, and it shivered. She tilted her head, confused. "...the matter, Junior?" she asked, reaching out a hand to touch its forehead.
The child flinched, and Anna pulled her hand away, worried that she had hurt it. It suddenly felt very cold, and she now just realized that the child was shivering. She pressed her hands together and felt that they were very warm. Suddenly, it seemed like the air condensed itself and blocked itself around her and the child in its crib - her breaths suddenly became very shallow. She trembled, not from fear, but from the almost frostbite coldness. "Alice", she hushed faintly, and the baby closed its eyes as its head lolled to the side, its before-flushed face now pale and white, its purple and green veins showing on its bald head. She heard a faint mocking laughter, high-pitched and resonant, as if it bounced off the plastic walls around her. There was a low droning in the air, Anna noticed, focusing on it. It waved in and out, and she found it irritating. She locked the noise away.
"Alice," she said again, in a more cross tone, and this time, the laughter was more like a snark giggle. It came from behind her, and she felt a dry vapor blow against the nape of her neck, causing her skin to become gooseflesh, and though she had felt the same ghost breath before, it never failed to cause her to catch her own breath.
I killed the baby, Merry~, the two-dimensional voice whispered in the air. Anna felt green, faint lights dance across her eyelids as she blinked. I killed the baby good, Merry! Just like that ... quicker than last time. Another cackling giggle, mixed with girlish pleasure and delight.
"They'll think I did it again," Anna said bluntly, sighing with a shake of her head. The poltergeist that now so affectionately but venomously called her by her middle name swirled around her, and though she blocked out her image - she was an ugly spectre, it could not be helped; she was dropped off a cliff at the age of thirteen when she broke abstinence with a beast - she could not will its presence away. "They're going to lock me up again, Alice."
The crib shuddered under her grip, and she heard the machine that had kept the baby's pulse regulated start to beep out hysterically. It finally realized that its host was dead, and now sought to alert anyone that it had passed. If she did not move quickly, they would find her standing there, and would assume without doubt or hesitation that she had murdered the child in cold blood, even if she never meant to hurt Junior. It was not her fault that Alice so loathed infants and it was not her fault that they continuously assigned her to the nursery's infirmary. It must be a mistake. And now it could not be rectified and she'd be punished wrongly.
She sighed, and looked at the windows. She could jump out and escape, make a daring run away, lead the staff on a goose chase for her ... but she felt no desire to do so. She heard the poltergeist cackle, its laughter the sound of glass shattering as it threw a glass cup into the crib, smashing it into pieces and cutting up the freshly dead baby. A few specks of blood splattered onto Anna's cheek, and she recoiled weakly. "They'll lock me up again, Alice."
Then we'll have plenty of time to play, Merry! Plenty and plenty and plenty of time~!
Anna sighed again, wiping the blood off her cheek with the back of her hand as she heard gasps behind her. Well, the doctors were already here. She could already feel her body ache as she reminded herself how a straight jacket felt like.
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hopefully the n o i s e won't keep you awake
[/size][/color]hopefully the n o i s e won't keep you awake