Post by Prayer on Apr 10, 2010 18:42:04 GMT -5
YOUR NAME: N/A
ALIAS: Prayer
AGE: N/A
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HOW DID YOU FIND US: through a member.
WHY DID YOU JOIN: meh, interesting board.
NAME: Prayer.
GENDER: Female, bisexual.
AGE: 21, appears younger.
APPEARANCE: She's original, that's for sure. She has odd-cut, dyed pink in places hair, multiple piercings in her face, especially her lips, and an incredible amount of tattoo's down her arms and a few down her legs. Her favourites being the ones across her fingers, "KILL" and "PAIN". She's skinny to the extent of bones sticking through her skin, but she is still surprisingly strong. {See sig}
HOW TALL: 5 feet dead.
BUILD: Anorexically skinny, looks like you could snap her in half with your pinky finger, but has a wiry, amazing strength about her.
SIDE: Mostly not bothered about what's going on, but has a slight interest in the man himself, not what he's doing.
PERSONALITY:
Prayer's mental stability is one to watch. The gentleness of a first meeting, with careful smiles and soft intent, then as soon as she gets bored of you...Well. No-one else could be bored of you afterward. There's a definite lust for death, the glint and shine in her eyes tell you so. But she hides it well enough to drag people to her home. She savors emotion, loving the terror in people's eyes as she takes a knife to them. She was a fairly nice girl growing up, but now she'd cut you to an inch of your life and leave you to get on with dying while she sat with a cocktail in the corner. Her general morals are higher than what you would expect them to be, she has to have a decent man that she can take back to her place, or to a secluded area, to finally finish them off.
HISTORY: Prayer can't remember much, not her name, where she came from, why she left or even how she got all her scars. Her father was a good man, part of the local mafia in the area, until his deeds were found out and taken down. Her father was killed, which lead to Prayer's own mental decline, shutting out not only her father's death but in what state she got there.
SECRETS: N/A, can't remember anything, kills for her own benefit and for fun, not for a particular reason.
RP SAMPLE: {gore warning, taken from an old batman site, hope you don't mind.} {In this post, Prayer had to prove her worth to the Joker. Who, by chance, she is utterly in love with. So, to do so, she has decided to kill lovers in an alleyway.}
It wasn't just now that she had turned his. In her heart, she had always belonged to him and would be happy to let him do with her as he wished. Prayer could tell that she already meant something more than a simple Henchman, because she didn't have a bruise on her cheek, and she wasn't plastered against a nearby wall. This lifted her spirits incredibly, the incredible grin twisting across her face, taunting the dark into quiet submission. She was paused like a predator in the deep shadow created by the long buildings, daring eyes glinting powerfully, slicing through her shroud to look upon the pair of lovers as almost an act of love herself.
Mad eyes were scanning his, testing the water between them with a tentative niceness that she seemed to hold with no-one else. His eyes, however, had been trained on the pair, and she too, had to seem like she had some sort of profession around him, even if her lungs were screaming at her to take another desperate breath, inhale that dark scent she so madly loved that hung around him like some sort of freakish aftershave. Like a shadow, clinging to his form as if dependant on the crazy, gentle ways that he used against those that crossed his path.
So, trained as she was, her eyes returned to the pair of lovers, finding a faint lust between her legs for something she hadn't quite gotten to herself yet. Her throat was burning with anticipation, her mind already skipping ahead to the blood passing her lips, the sweet taste invading her mouth and taste buds in that wonderful way that only the metallic taste of blood could. His voice accepted her actions, and she looked up at him in almost bewilderment, brow flattening out into a frown as she pondered running forward once more, finding nothing more in his eyes to suggest a hidden attack upon her.
Prayer nodded slightly, signalling that the little form was ready to pounce. With a sickening grin, she padded silently into the darkness, crawling a circle around the pair, testing the strengths and weaknesses. She definately had surprise on her side. The grin spread violently across the girl's face, listening to breaks in the pants and shuddering moans, sensing weakness, the animal in her finding ways to use them. She was mere inches away from the pair, scentless and soundless, completely undetected by the pair, the girl carrying on to fake-squirm underneath the male's uncaring touches.
Prayer touched the male's right leg with the tip of her right index finger, tracing a barely felt line up the soft skin, the smile appearing briefly on her face as goosebumps ripped their way up the form, eyes looking upward and watching as the girl removed his shirt, revealing the slightly spotty, but nonetheless beautiful, patch of skin just underneath his neck, sending a numb, pleasureable flash up Prayer's back, her grin dancing on her cheeks as she stood up to her full height, face still enshrouded in the vague darkness that hung about the place. Her left hand reached up, placing itself on the male's shoulder. Hearing the female hum a soft question.
"Who's hand is that, baby?"
"Hmm? That's yours, you stupid f***."
While he was looking down at the hand that had appeared on his shoulder, the look on the female's face was already giving him a worrying sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Her face had gone a waxy-white, her hands had gone limp against his arms, and...wait he never remembered her shirt being red? He narrowed his eyes, leaning slightly closer to inspect the suddenly lifeless eyes.
"Baby...?"
He croaked out, one of his hands slipping from underneath her thigh to gently place on her cheek. Her face fell to the side, exposing the long, jagged line that broke up her chin and neck.
The small, right laughter escaped into the midnight air as the unexpecting male dropped the limp body of his mate, desperately grasping at the floor, trying to find the top of his trousers, pulling at them, trying to pull them up the slightest amount, to hide some of that exposed flesh, hide himself from the rolling laughter that invaded his thoughts and made his mind roll in ecstatic motions. Scared eyes danced into the darkness.
"Who's there?!"
The shaky tones bounced toward Prayer, who stepped out of the darkness, mere inches away from the male once more.
"Well hello, handsome!"
She cooed softly, the boys awe-stricken face dancing in the moonlight at the pale, hunger-stricken female that stood infront of him, morale instantly rising. He could kick this girl's ass into next week, not even questioning his strength and ability.
But what he didn't expect, was Prayer's hand to flash out. The smile reappeared on the girl's face as she felt the blade possessed in her right hand bite into flesh, slicing the soft skin open, feeling the bite of hardened, toned muscle as the man squeaked pitifully with pain, hands running to clutch at the falling organs as they slipped from the open gash in the tanned, rippled with muscle, stomach. Prayer grinned at the man as he caught his stomach, completely unphased by the texture of the meat as he stuffed various objects back into the bleeding gash, gasping quickly for air.
"Please..."
The male whimpered to her, his eyes dancing up to hers as if asking her for help. Why even try? Prayer just watched, silent, as the male slipped to his knees, squashing his liver as he went down, whimpering to himself, the colour slowly draining from the masculine face. Blood dripped through the hands that were crushed against his stomach, jetting out in a disgustingly beautiful spray.
Prayer knelt infront of the figure, placing a tender hand on the side of his face, using her right to plunge the knife into the body again, making the jagged line into a fairly well-known amongst the police department 'P', letting the male form scream out, rest his head on the deranged girl's shoulder, and slump into a mess of blood and organs. Prayer grinned softly, using a small hand to push the form away from her, watching the corpse fall flat against the pavement with a soft squelch. The smile danced briefly across her gently pleasured face, her eyes glinting as she surveyed the body from her knelt postition, before dancing quickly over to the limp woman against the wall that still had her skirt up round her middle, dancing a 'P' across the lifeless cheek of the promising young body. She was finished.
Prayer stood once more, letting her shaky legs support her as she cleaned the knife with her tongue before replacing it to it's pocket, putting her hands proudly on her hips.
ALIAS: Prayer
AGE: N/A
CONTACT PREFERENCE: email. mods/admin only.
HOW DID YOU FIND US: through a member.
WHY DID YOU JOIN: meh, interesting board.
NAME: Prayer.
GENDER: Female, bisexual.
AGE: 21, appears younger.
APPEARANCE: She's original, that's for sure. She has odd-cut, dyed pink in places hair, multiple piercings in her face, especially her lips, and an incredible amount of tattoo's down her arms and a few down her legs. Her favourites being the ones across her fingers, "KILL" and "PAIN". She's skinny to the extent of bones sticking through her skin, but she is still surprisingly strong. {See sig}
HOW TALL: 5 feet dead.
BUILD: Anorexically skinny, looks like you could snap her in half with your pinky finger, but has a wiry, amazing strength about her.
SIDE: Mostly not bothered about what's going on, but has a slight interest in the man himself, not what he's doing.
PERSONALITY:
Prayer's mental stability is one to watch. The gentleness of a first meeting, with careful smiles and soft intent, then as soon as she gets bored of you...Well. No-one else could be bored of you afterward. There's a definite lust for death, the glint and shine in her eyes tell you so. But she hides it well enough to drag people to her home. She savors emotion, loving the terror in people's eyes as she takes a knife to them. She was a fairly nice girl growing up, but now she'd cut you to an inch of your life and leave you to get on with dying while she sat with a cocktail in the corner. Her general morals are higher than what you would expect them to be, she has to have a decent man that she can take back to her place, or to a secluded area, to finally finish them off.
HISTORY: Prayer can't remember much, not her name, where she came from, why she left or even how she got all her scars. Her father was a good man, part of the local mafia in the area, until his deeds were found out and taken down. Her father was killed, which lead to Prayer's own mental decline, shutting out not only her father's death but in what state she got there.
SECRETS: N/A, can't remember anything, kills for her own benefit and for fun, not for a particular reason.
RP SAMPLE: {gore warning, taken from an old batman site, hope you don't mind.} {In this post, Prayer had to prove her worth to the Joker. Who, by chance, she is utterly in love with. So, to do so, she has decided to kill lovers in an alleyway.}
It wasn't just now that she had turned his. In her heart, she had always belonged to him and would be happy to let him do with her as he wished. Prayer could tell that she already meant something more than a simple Henchman, because she didn't have a bruise on her cheek, and she wasn't plastered against a nearby wall. This lifted her spirits incredibly, the incredible grin twisting across her face, taunting the dark into quiet submission. She was paused like a predator in the deep shadow created by the long buildings, daring eyes glinting powerfully, slicing through her shroud to look upon the pair of lovers as almost an act of love herself.
Mad eyes were scanning his, testing the water between them with a tentative niceness that she seemed to hold with no-one else. His eyes, however, had been trained on the pair, and she too, had to seem like she had some sort of profession around him, even if her lungs were screaming at her to take another desperate breath, inhale that dark scent she so madly loved that hung around him like some sort of freakish aftershave. Like a shadow, clinging to his form as if dependant on the crazy, gentle ways that he used against those that crossed his path.
So, trained as she was, her eyes returned to the pair of lovers, finding a faint lust between her legs for something she hadn't quite gotten to herself yet. Her throat was burning with anticipation, her mind already skipping ahead to the blood passing her lips, the sweet taste invading her mouth and taste buds in that wonderful way that only the metallic taste of blood could. His voice accepted her actions, and she looked up at him in almost bewilderment, brow flattening out into a frown as she pondered running forward once more, finding nothing more in his eyes to suggest a hidden attack upon her.
Prayer nodded slightly, signalling that the little form was ready to pounce. With a sickening grin, she padded silently into the darkness, crawling a circle around the pair, testing the strengths and weaknesses. She definately had surprise on her side. The grin spread violently across the girl's face, listening to breaks in the pants and shuddering moans, sensing weakness, the animal in her finding ways to use them. She was mere inches away from the pair, scentless and soundless, completely undetected by the pair, the girl carrying on to fake-squirm underneath the male's uncaring touches.
Prayer touched the male's right leg with the tip of her right index finger, tracing a barely felt line up the soft skin, the smile appearing briefly on her face as goosebumps ripped their way up the form, eyes looking upward and watching as the girl removed his shirt, revealing the slightly spotty, but nonetheless beautiful, patch of skin just underneath his neck, sending a numb, pleasureable flash up Prayer's back, her grin dancing on her cheeks as she stood up to her full height, face still enshrouded in the vague darkness that hung about the place. Her left hand reached up, placing itself on the male's shoulder. Hearing the female hum a soft question.
"Who's hand is that, baby?"
"Hmm? That's yours, you stupid f***."
While he was looking down at the hand that had appeared on his shoulder, the look on the female's face was already giving him a worrying sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Her face had gone a waxy-white, her hands had gone limp against his arms, and...wait he never remembered her shirt being red? He narrowed his eyes, leaning slightly closer to inspect the suddenly lifeless eyes.
"Baby...?"
He croaked out, one of his hands slipping from underneath her thigh to gently place on her cheek. Her face fell to the side, exposing the long, jagged line that broke up her chin and neck.
The small, right laughter escaped into the midnight air as the unexpecting male dropped the limp body of his mate, desperately grasping at the floor, trying to find the top of his trousers, pulling at them, trying to pull them up the slightest amount, to hide some of that exposed flesh, hide himself from the rolling laughter that invaded his thoughts and made his mind roll in ecstatic motions. Scared eyes danced into the darkness.
"Who's there?!"
The shaky tones bounced toward Prayer, who stepped out of the darkness, mere inches away from the male once more.
"Well hello, handsome!"
She cooed softly, the boys awe-stricken face dancing in the moonlight at the pale, hunger-stricken female that stood infront of him, morale instantly rising. He could kick this girl's ass into next week, not even questioning his strength and ability.
But what he didn't expect, was Prayer's hand to flash out. The smile reappeared on the girl's face as she felt the blade possessed in her right hand bite into flesh, slicing the soft skin open, feeling the bite of hardened, toned muscle as the man squeaked pitifully with pain, hands running to clutch at the falling organs as they slipped from the open gash in the tanned, rippled with muscle, stomach. Prayer grinned at the man as he caught his stomach, completely unphased by the texture of the meat as he stuffed various objects back into the bleeding gash, gasping quickly for air.
"Please..."
The male whimpered to her, his eyes dancing up to hers as if asking her for help. Why even try? Prayer just watched, silent, as the male slipped to his knees, squashing his liver as he went down, whimpering to himself, the colour slowly draining from the masculine face. Blood dripped through the hands that were crushed against his stomach, jetting out in a disgustingly beautiful spray.
Prayer knelt infront of the figure, placing a tender hand on the side of his face, using her right to plunge the knife into the body again, making the jagged line into a fairly well-known amongst the police department 'P', letting the male form scream out, rest his head on the deranged girl's shoulder, and slump into a mess of blood and organs. Prayer grinned softly, using a small hand to push the form away from her, watching the corpse fall flat against the pavement with a soft squelch. The smile danced briefly across her gently pleasured face, her eyes glinting as she surveyed the body from her knelt postition, before dancing quickly over to the limp woman against the wall that still had her skirt up round her middle, dancing a 'P' across the lifeless cheek of the promising young body. She was finished.
Prayer stood once more, letting her shaky legs support her as she cleaned the knife with her tongue before replacing it to it's pocket, putting her hands proudly on her hips.