Post by Defect on Feb 26, 2008 23:35:15 GMT -5
Name:
Defect
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Species:
Nightmare
Weapon:
A necklace of precious gems carved in the shape of mystic creatures and animals. The necklace is a thin silver chain, but it has no clasp so it can never be taken off unless broken. All the "charms" are the size of a half-dollar coin (USA, about 1 1/2 in.), but there is only three. The first is a ruby in the shape of a pheonix at flight. The second an emerald tiger sitting down. The third a saphire intertwined dragon.
Abilities:
+First+
[glow=purple,1,100]Animation[/glow]- ability to bring inanimate objects to life. She keeps around a hundred small animal figures no bigger than an inch and a half, carved out of all hues of stone in her black sash that circles her waist. She uses these little stone figures only in emergencies or when she cant get ahold of a life size statue.
+Second+
[glow=purple,1,100]Transformation[/glow]- Whlie awake she is one form, when she "falls asleep" she is another. While awake she looks like a harmless innocent angel that has deep maroon eyes and broken wings. Well, she actually is harmless and innocent while awake. Though once she "falls asleep" the stumps of her broken wings sprout new ones and her actions become unpredictable. She has no extra strength when she changes, just the ability to fly, and her first ability. She changes back to her angelic self once her demonic form is knocked out and/or exhuaghsted to the point of no body movement(View Appearance and Personality for more info)
+Third+
[glow=purple,1,100]Voices in her head/Back seat driver of the mind[/glow]. While "awake" her demonic side chants away its opinions. While "asleep" her angelic side witnesses what ever her demonic side does with horror, and can do nothing to but wait patiently for her demonic side to tire out or be knocked out.
Appearance:
She wears a black dress with multiple thin layers. It hugs loosely against her frame as it cuts off right below her knees. It has white lace trim with a small red bow in the middle of her chest. She absolutely adores the dress though she doesn't have much of a choice but to wear it since it is her only piece of clothing. She wears no shoes since she was raised with out them, and instead resorts to long hours of personal grooming.
[glow=purple,1,100]Awake[/glow]: Deep maroon eyes, and bloody stumps of flesh and bone that are left over from her wings being broken and ripped off.
[glow=purple,1,100]Asleep[/glow]: Clear grey eyes, and white feathered wings. Her wing span is twenty feet.
Personality:Defect is natural shy and quiet when stumbled upon, but well, she usually acts quite the opposite of what people think of her. She looks like a quiet, shy child that would stand in the corner of the class room not saying a word till the teacher finally noticed her at the end of class. She only seems shy because her mind is traveling faster than she can pay attention or react to what ever is going on around her. Often in a day dream while other people are off making a great deal about nothing. She stays quiet because she’s always trying to fit what she’s thinking of into words before her mind skips on to the next self supplied debate in her head.
If awakened from her constant zoning in and out of the present day reality, she still seems to be caught up in lala land. Only because she’s extremely playful, maybe a little insane, but playful still. If her new companion is loud and bouncy she'll often stay quiet and reserved till they wear themselves out or loose interest and leave her alone. If he/she/it is quiet and reserved, than she unleashes her hyperness on that unlucky wanted-to-be-left-alone soul. For some reason she feels more comfortable talking around quiet people who seem to listen more than chat. This doesn't mean she doesn’t like to hang around loud and bouncy people, just that she'd rather use her powers to communicate with them.
But she can never help herself if they want to debate about anything particular. She could go on for hours debating on anything, with only one objective: winning. It wouldn't matter if she was debating the pros of 'extinction of all angels', she would still only aim to win the debate. Even with her debating skills, she is often raw meat for the wolves when it comes to arguing. Every fiber in her body refuses to argue, only debate. Defect however is extremely passive and will often avoid fights at all cost.
[glow=purple,1,100]Asleep Personality[/glow]: When "asleep" she seems to loose her sanity. She can not recognize friends, allies, or the difference between the innocent and guilty. She becomes extremely irritable around any water and bright lights. She also has unpredictable mood swings. For part of her sleeping trance she maybe passive and calm, but can snap into a five minute aimless blood thirst before suddenly yawning and falling down to stare at the sky. Sometimes she even stops a rampage right before she kills.
History:
Lets start at the beginning... There started first with two dreams. Vice and Cupid, a pair matched in heaven and loved eachother to death (hahaha, jking). Well the pair lived in a heavenly paradise hidden away from reality where they lived for years togethor in perfect peace and harmony. Untill one day (you didn't see this coming >.>) a nightmare came, his name was Deimos. Seeing the young couple so deeply passionate togethor, the nightmare was stricken sick with disgust. So he stole Cupid away from her lover, and despite Vice's efforts, Deimos was too strong.
Time went on and the dissapearance of his lover Cupid didn't bother him much after his three hundred year depression. On his 554th birthday, a baby appeared at the base of the tree that he was having his birthday snooze in. It had a note scribbled on thin rice paper with thin purple ink. Take care of her, Love Cupid. With hope in his heart, and the resurrection of the depression he felt long ago, he set off to find his love and figure out what has happened to her.
It turned out his lover had fallen in love with the nightmare, another dream had fallen in love with her, and long story cut short she could pursue only the nightmare since he was the one who kept her captive. As time went on Deimos the nightmare fell in love with her, though there was only one problem as their love flourished. Deimos was a nightmare, and Cupid was a dream. Well it did not seem to be a problem for either one since their love came above everything, even if there was a war that started at the beginning of time that threatened to separate them. Longer story cut short, Deimos and Cupid produced a child. Well this child was an abomination to all living creatures of earth and was sentenced to be destroyed by both the god of dreams and the god of nightmares. That is how little Defect was dropped off at the tree of Vice The Nightmare.
Defects childhood was not the most perfect. Well, it had its perks. She did not have many friends, but she had many toys. Her only adult figure was Vice her dream uncle, though he could easily be distracted resulting in total freedom. Yes, she never lived in one place for long, but who needed a stable home when you could travel the world. Who needed home cooked meals on a table when you could eat a chef’s feast with different plates every other day, the food tastes fine as long as you ignore the odor outside.
But enough of the basics, along with her travels, Defect fell in love with art. But being a child she did not take interest in paintings. So she discovered the world of sculptures. From guardian lions to the towering majestic memorial statues. Everything was wonderful to touch, everything was there to feel. As she got older, she was the happiest when there was something to grab a hold of and try to sculpt into miniature master pieces of the sculptures she has seen.
On her eighth birthday Vice gave her a gift. It was a sculpted phoenix, tiger, and dragon on a silver chain that he fastened around her neck. He said it was with her when he found her, wrapped in black silk with the number eight embroidered onto it. He took the number eight as a sign to give it to little Defect on her eight birthday, but as soon as he fastened it around her neck, the suns rays reflected off its glassy red, green, and blue surface and Defect cried out in pain. She cried and cried till her nails dug into her flesh. Blood trickled out of her scratches as she cried against Vice's chest, Vice doing everything he could to take of the necklace, but it wouldn't break no matter how hard he tried. Defect cried and cried till she tore at her eyes in agony. Instead of greater pain she felt relief. Her hands grasped the next thing she could reach, and they where her white feathery wings. Before Vice could stop her, she snapped her wings. Defect smiled. She smiled with such relief and happiness while Vice could only gasp in horror of what she had done.
Defect felt no pain the rest of the day as she fell deep asleep against Vice's chest as he wept and apologized over and over again. Every time he muttered an apology she only mutter back Don’t worry Uncle Vice. I don’t feel pain, Uncle Vice. Please don’t cry, Uncle Vice Well little Defect did not feel any pain till the morning after. That night when pure white wings sprouted from her old ones and a deep blood lust rushed over her as she laid trembling in Vice's weeping arms. In the morning, she would find her Uncle Vice dead and dismembered. From that day on, she wandered the land as a child nomad in a simple daze. Occasionally awoken when accepted into a foster home before her mind drifted off when they died, and she began to search for a new one.
Defect
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Species:
Nightmare
Weapon:
A necklace of precious gems carved in the shape of mystic creatures and animals. The necklace is a thin silver chain, but it has no clasp so it can never be taken off unless broken. All the "charms" are the size of a half-dollar coin (USA, about 1 1/2 in.), but there is only three. The first is a ruby in the shape of a pheonix at flight. The second an emerald tiger sitting down. The third a saphire intertwined dragon.
Abilities:
+First+
[glow=purple,1,100]Animation[/glow]- ability to bring inanimate objects to life. She keeps around a hundred small animal figures no bigger than an inch and a half, carved out of all hues of stone in her black sash that circles her waist. She uses these little stone figures only in emergencies or when she cant get ahold of a life size statue.
+Second+
[glow=purple,1,100]Transformation[/glow]- Whlie awake she is one form, when she "falls asleep" she is another. While awake she looks like a harmless innocent angel that has deep maroon eyes and broken wings. Well, she actually is harmless and innocent while awake. Though once she "falls asleep" the stumps of her broken wings sprout new ones and her actions become unpredictable. She has no extra strength when she changes, just the ability to fly, and her first ability. She changes back to her angelic self once her demonic form is knocked out and/or exhuaghsted to the point of no body movement(View Appearance and Personality for more info)
+Third+
[glow=purple,1,100]Voices in her head/Back seat driver of the mind[/glow]. While "awake" her demonic side chants away its opinions. While "asleep" her angelic side witnesses what ever her demonic side does with horror, and can do nothing to but wait patiently for her demonic side to tire out or be knocked out.
Appearance:
She wears a black dress with multiple thin layers. It hugs loosely against her frame as it cuts off right below her knees. It has white lace trim with a small red bow in the middle of her chest. She absolutely adores the dress though she doesn't have much of a choice but to wear it since it is her only piece of clothing. She wears no shoes since she was raised with out them, and instead resorts to long hours of personal grooming.
[glow=purple,1,100]Awake[/glow]: Deep maroon eyes, and bloody stumps of flesh and bone that are left over from her wings being broken and ripped off.
[glow=purple,1,100]Asleep[/glow]: Clear grey eyes, and white feathered wings. Her wing span is twenty feet.
Personality:Defect is natural shy and quiet when stumbled upon, but well, she usually acts quite the opposite of what people think of her. She looks like a quiet, shy child that would stand in the corner of the class room not saying a word till the teacher finally noticed her at the end of class. She only seems shy because her mind is traveling faster than she can pay attention or react to what ever is going on around her. Often in a day dream while other people are off making a great deal about nothing. She stays quiet because she’s always trying to fit what she’s thinking of into words before her mind skips on to the next self supplied debate in her head.
If awakened from her constant zoning in and out of the present day reality, she still seems to be caught up in lala land. Only because she’s extremely playful, maybe a little insane, but playful still. If her new companion is loud and bouncy she'll often stay quiet and reserved till they wear themselves out or loose interest and leave her alone. If he/she/it is quiet and reserved, than she unleashes her hyperness on that unlucky wanted-to-be-left-alone soul. For some reason she feels more comfortable talking around quiet people who seem to listen more than chat. This doesn't mean she doesn’t like to hang around loud and bouncy people, just that she'd rather use her powers to communicate with them.
But she can never help herself if they want to debate about anything particular. She could go on for hours debating on anything, with only one objective: winning. It wouldn't matter if she was debating the pros of 'extinction of all angels', she would still only aim to win the debate. Even with her debating skills, she is often raw meat for the wolves when it comes to arguing. Every fiber in her body refuses to argue, only debate. Defect however is extremely passive and will often avoid fights at all cost.
[glow=purple,1,100]Asleep Personality[/glow]: When "asleep" she seems to loose her sanity. She can not recognize friends, allies, or the difference between the innocent and guilty. She becomes extremely irritable around any water and bright lights. She also has unpredictable mood swings. For part of her sleeping trance she maybe passive and calm, but can snap into a five minute aimless blood thirst before suddenly yawning and falling down to stare at the sky. Sometimes she even stops a rampage right before she kills.
History:
Lets start at the beginning... There started first with two dreams. Vice and Cupid, a pair matched in heaven and loved eachother to death (hahaha, jking). Well the pair lived in a heavenly paradise hidden away from reality where they lived for years togethor in perfect peace and harmony. Untill one day (you didn't see this coming >.>) a nightmare came, his name was Deimos. Seeing the young couple so deeply passionate togethor, the nightmare was stricken sick with disgust. So he stole Cupid away from her lover, and despite Vice's efforts, Deimos was too strong.
Time went on and the dissapearance of his lover Cupid didn't bother him much after his three hundred year depression. On his 554th birthday, a baby appeared at the base of the tree that he was having his birthday snooze in. It had a note scribbled on thin rice paper with thin purple ink. Take care of her, Love Cupid. With hope in his heart, and the resurrection of the depression he felt long ago, he set off to find his love and figure out what has happened to her.
It turned out his lover had fallen in love with the nightmare, another dream had fallen in love with her, and long story cut short she could pursue only the nightmare since he was the one who kept her captive. As time went on Deimos the nightmare fell in love with her, though there was only one problem as their love flourished. Deimos was a nightmare, and Cupid was a dream. Well it did not seem to be a problem for either one since their love came above everything, even if there was a war that started at the beginning of time that threatened to separate them. Longer story cut short, Deimos and Cupid produced a child. Well this child was an abomination to all living creatures of earth and was sentenced to be destroyed by both the god of dreams and the god of nightmares. That is how little Defect was dropped off at the tree of Vice The Nightmare.
Defects childhood was not the most perfect. Well, it had its perks. She did not have many friends, but she had many toys. Her only adult figure was Vice her dream uncle, though he could easily be distracted resulting in total freedom. Yes, she never lived in one place for long, but who needed a stable home when you could travel the world. Who needed home cooked meals on a table when you could eat a chef’s feast with different plates every other day, the food tastes fine as long as you ignore the odor outside.
But enough of the basics, along with her travels, Defect fell in love with art. But being a child she did not take interest in paintings. So she discovered the world of sculptures. From guardian lions to the towering majestic memorial statues. Everything was wonderful to touch, everything was there to feel. As she got older, she was the happiest when there was something to grab a hold of and try to sculpt into miniature master pieces of the sculptures she has seen.
On her eighth birthday Vice gave her a gift. It was a sculpted phoenix, tiger, and dragon on a silver chain that he fastened around her neck. He said it was with her when he found her, wrapped in black silk with the number eight embroidered onto it. He took the number eight as a sign to give it to little Defect on her eight birthday, but as soon as he fastened it around her neck, the suns rays reflected off its glassy red, green, and blue surface and Defect cried out in pain. She cried and cried till her nails dug into her flesh. Blood trickled out of her scratches as she cried against Vice's chest, Vice doing everything he could to take of the necklace, but it wouldn't break no matter how hard he tried. Defect cried and cried till she tore at her eyes in agony. Instead of greater pain she felt relief. Her hands grasped the next thing she could reach, and they where her white feathery wings. Before Vice could stop her, she snapped her wings. Defect smiled. She smiled with such relief and happiness while Vice could only gasp in horror of what she had done.
Defect felt no pain the rest of the day as she fell deep asleep against Vice's chest as he wept and apologized over and over again. Every time he muttered an apology she only mutter back Don’t worry Uncle Vice. I don’t feel pain, Uncle Vice. Please don’t cry, Uncle Vice Well little Defect did not feel any pain till the morning after. That night when pure white wings sprouted from her old ones and a deep blood lust rushed over her as she laid trembling in Vice's weeping arms. In the morning, she would find her Uncle Vice dead and dismembered. From that day on, she wandered the land as a child nomad in a simple daze. Occasionally awoken when accepted into a foster home before her mind drifted off when they died, and she began to search for a new one.