Post by Nika Nasari on Sept 15, 2006 14:42:19 GMT -5
The Roleplayer
Name: Ink or Ebony
Age: 16
How you found Anomaly: Advertisement on Neopets
How long you have been roleplaying?: Good question. I would say about two years but I haven’t really counted.
Other: I live in England…random snippet of information for you there. Oh, and if anyone can think of a celebrity that looks like my characters description or help me get a banner I would appreciate it as I don’t know how to make them. I am new to these sites.
The Character
Name: Nika Nasari
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: White
Illness: Ah, now you want to know about what they say is wrong with her. Well, she never did bother to memorise the correct scientific terminology for her little illness, but the effects of it were quite obvious. She had extreme mood swings. One moment she could act completely normal and the next she could slip into the clutches of extreme anger, sorrow, joy. Any emotion you can name. She was also said to have split personalities, but the difference between them wasn’t that obvious. There was a personality assigned to each mood, all going by the same name, living in the same body, battling with each other as they clawed their way to the surface. She also had a habit of self harming, not the extent of her nearly killing herself, but it wasn’t uncommon to find her unconscious in a puddle of crimson liquid.
Also, she is of below average intelligence in most subjects. Anything more than simple maths baffled her, science left her with a blank look on her face, yet she thrived in the more creative of the subjects. Her art work was excellent, maybe dark and confused, but excellent. She had a way with words even though she was terrible at spelling and had grown to detest grammar. Plus, she knew a few snippets of French, which would slip out temps on temps.
Appearance: Locks of snowy hair tumbled down over her shoulders in a mass of jumbled curls, which was generally well cared for. Most of the time she was extremely vain, spending hours in front of reflective surfaces brushing her hair or playing with the small amounts of make-up they allowed her when she was being ‘supervised’. Her features were quite delicate, pixie like some would say. Her skin resembled ivory porcelain, only a slight pink tint to her cheeks, but that was probably because she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt the rays of sunlight playing over her skin.
Her eyes were a bright cobalt colour, a vivid splash of colour in her pale face. If you knew her well enough you would know how to read the jumble of emotions which cluttered her gaze. She was unable to lie as her eyes always reflected her words, giving her away even when she added a little, innocent smile to emphasise her point.
She naturally had a small frame, maybe a little too thin after spending so much time in the institute. She wasn’t very tall either, though her limbs were long and slender, adding elegance to her movements. There wasn’t very much ‘womanly’ shape to her figure though, only a slight curve to her hips and swell on her chest, but anything more would have looked too much on such a delicate looking creature.
One thing spoilt her appearance, something she couldn’t hide. Shiny, white scars snaked over her arms, legs and stomach, some still slightly red around the edges signalling that they were the more recent additions to her collections. If asked she would give you a full history of her scars and what she did, plus the why, which the psychiatrists seemed to love.
Personality: Nika could be summed up in one word really. Innocent. Through all her faults she was innocent. She enjoyed hugs, cuddles and some personal contact, despising being left alone for longer than a few minutes. When she was alone there was no-one to help her block ‘them’ out.
She was, quite obviously, a virgin, her moods having swung before she could ever get too far with anyone. Infact, many thought that she didn’t actually understand that side of human relations. That she was incapable of loving anyone for longer than an hour or so. Plus, she was painfully shy around new people, almost childlike in her actions. With people she knew she could be completely open, self conscious but open. As I have said, she just couldn’t lie, but she had a charm that made her quite lovable, unless you caught her on one of her worse days.
History: Her parents always suspected that there was something wrong with their darling daughter, yet her condition escalated and peeked at around 14. Her father physically abused her and her mother. She knew nothing other than that so it was her norm. Her life. She didn’t know it was wrong that her father would hit her until she felt her fragile bones crack, but one day it went too far. Even she knew it went too far.
She failed to remember what her mother had done wrong, but she understood that is was a horrible, unforgivable thing. A 14 year old Nika huddled under the kitchen table, watching with wide eyes as her father hit her mother, kicking her until the body went limp. Blood and screams and cries and then no more. Then it stops forever. Why wouldn’t it stop? Why didn’t he stop?
She was found by the police, lying next to her mothers’ body watching her carefully, as if waiting for her to wake up. Lying with her dead mother in a pool of her blood just waiting for her to tell her that everything was alright. But of course, she never did.
The girl never recovered after that, going through a period of not talking or letting anyone touch her, but that phase had passed now. For now anyway.
Your character loves: Company
Drawing
Anything that is pink, fluffy and glittery or generally had a nice texture or shone
Her non shatter mirror
Hates: Being left alone
Night
Cold
Family
Home Town: Barnsley, England
Sample: (Can be from any roleplay.)
The patter of light footsteps seemed to echo down the silent corridor, followed by a gentle humming sound, the tune seeming to be that of a lullaby. Chocolate curls bounced slightly as she walked a slight swing to her hips which seemed to signal a good mood. Jade eyes danced over the familiar furnishings which lined the hallway, skipping over the dark wood doors before looking to the end of the corridor as if to check to see if there was anyone there.
As she neared the end of the corridor she froze in mid step, the light in the corridor seeming to fade and the colours dull as a dark shape of a man came around the corner. He seemed to be grinning, leering at her almost, and a look of malevolence in his eyes. Her father.
She felt as if an icy hand had clamped around her heart, her pulse racing as she started to feel light headed. She wanted to run, needed to run, but her legs just wouldn’t move…and he was drawing closer. She was shaking now, trembling. She was just a little girl again and he was so big, he lashed out at her and…
She sat bolt upright in her bed, midnight coloured, silk sheets falling back as she looked around, eyes wide as she checked the shadows. A dream, just another dream. She struggled to control herself, pulling the sheets closer as some sort of protection as she closed her eyes. He wasn’t here; he couldn’t be here, not here. Here is safe, remember? Her eyes flickered open again and her muscles relaxed. Just another nightmare.
After settling her nerves she slipped from the bed, the cold, polished, dark wood floor boards sending a slight chill up through her bare feet. Her long, snowy night dress hung slightly lopsided from her shoulders, the hem skimming over the ground as she moved over towards the heavy drapes which covered her window. She stood in front of the hidden window for a moment or two, reaching out to brush her fingers tips over the soft velvet, a slight smile tugging the edges of her dusky pink lips upwards. This was accompanied by an odd gleam in her eyes, something that bordered between contentment and grief, as if the texture unlocked a memory for her.
Her eyes cleared as she returned to the present and she shook her head a little, her hair falling back into place. In one swift, fluid movement the curtains were drawn back and silvery moonlight flooded into the room, making her eyes glitter and adding a surreal shine to her hair. To anyone stood in the garden below she would look like a spectre, an apparition enjoying the view of the magnificent gardens under the star dotted sky. She took a step closer to the glass, her breath clouding the window pane. Then she did something curiously childish. Reaching up with her index finger she carefully drew an odd symbol onto the temporary canvas. An ankh, a cross which seemed to have a tear drop sitting on top. The Egyptian symbol of eternal life. “Even we fall foul of death eventually.” She whispered to herself, tracing her finger around the fading shape as if it held more than just the most obvious of meanings to her.
She suddenly turned her back on the window, acting as if the object had insulted her in some way. “Eternal life.” She said out loud, a sarcastic edge to her voice. Yes, she was speaking to herself, but at this moment in time there was no-one else around to speak to…yet even if there were she would never have confided her fears in them. “What is the point when we just watch everyone around us fall into ruin?” she demanded, staring into her eyes as she looked into the mirror, grief staring back at her. This was one of her little moments of insecurity after a trip into the past.
Nika fell silent for a second or two, inspecting the woman that looked back at her in the mirror. It was times like these she wished she had someone, anyone to turn to, but she had pushed them all away. Everyone. A loud crashing sound filled the room as her hand connected with the mirror, her reflection breaking up and falling away. Crimson blood oozed from the cuts in her hand, dripping down to splatter over the floor as she sort of collapsed to the ground, sitting cross-legged with her nursing hand in her lap, the red stain spreading over the material, vibrant against a white backdrop.
Blood tinted tears slid down her cheeks. She was losing her grip on sanity, she was sure of it. She was spiralling downwards at a pace that terrified her and she had no idea how to claw her way back. Her head was in her hands, her own blood being smeared over her cheeks as she wept alone in the moonlight.
Name: Ink or Ebony
Age: 16
How you found Anomaly: Advertisement on Neopets
How long you have been roleplaying?: Good question. I would say about two years but I haven’t really counted.
Other: I live in England…random snippet of information for you there. Oh, and if anyone can think of a celebrity that looks like my characters description or help me get a banner I would appreciate it as I don’t know how to make them. I am new to these sites.
The Character
Name: Nika Nasari
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: White
Illness: Ah, now you want to know about what they say is wrong with her. Well, she never did bother to memorise the correct scientific terminology for her little illness, but the effects of it were quite obvious. She had extreme mood swings. One moment she could act completely normal and the next she could slip into the clutches of extreme anger, sorrow, joy. Any emotion you can name. She was also said to have split personalities, but the difference between them wasn’t that obvious. There was a personality assigned to each mood, all going by the same name, living in the same body, battling with each other as they clawed their way to the surface. She also had a habit of self harming, not the extent of her nearly killing herself, but it wasn’t uncommon to find her unconscious in a puddle of crimson liquid.
Also, she is of below average intelligence in most subjects. Anything more than simple maths baffled her, science left her with a blank look on her face, yet she thrived in the more creative of the subjects. Her art work was excellent, maybe dark and confused, but excellent. She had a way with words even though she was terrible at spelling and had grown to detest grammar. Plus, she knew a few snippets of French, which would slip out temps on temps.
Appearance: Locks of snowy hair tumbled down over her shoulders in a mass of jumbled curls, which was generally well cared for. Most of the time she was extremely vain, spending hours in front of reflective surfaces brushing her hair or playing with the small amounts of make-up they allowed her when she was being ‘supervised’. Her features were quite delicate, pixie like some would say. Her skin resembled ivory porcelain, only a slight pink tint to her cheeks, but that was probably because she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt the rays of sunlight playing over her skin.
Her eyes were a bright cobalt colour, a vivid splash of colour in her pale face. If you knew her well enough you would know how to read the jumble of emotions which cluttered her gaze. She was unable to lie as her eyes always reflected her words, giving her away even when she added a little, innocent smile to emphasise her point.
She naturally had a small frame, maybe a little too thin after spending so much time in the institute. She wasn’t very tall either, though her limbs were long and slender, adding elegance to her movements. There wasn’t very much ‘womanly’ shape to her figure though, only a slight curve to her hips and swell on her chest, but anything more would have looked too much on such a delicate looking creature.
One thing spoilt her appearance, something she couldn’t hide. Shiny, white scars snaked over her arms, legs and stomach, some still slightly red around the edges signalling that they were the more recent additions to her collections. If asked she would give you a full history of her scars and what she did, plus the why, which the psychiatrists seemed to love.
Personality: Nika could be summed up in one word really. Innocent. Through all her faults she was innocent. She enjoyed hugs, cuddles and some personal contact, despising being left alone for longer than a few minutes. When she was alone there was no-one to help her block ‘them’ out.
She was, quite obviously, a virgin, her moods having swung before she could ever get too far with anyone. Infact, many thought that she didn’t actually understand that side of human relations. That she was incapable of loving anyone for longer than an hour or so. Plus, she was painfully shy around new people, almost childlike in her actions. With people she knew she could be completely open, self conscious but open. As I have said, she just couldn’t lie, but she had a charm that made her quite lovable, unless you caught her on one of her worse days.
History: Her parents always suspected that there was something wrong with their darling daughter, yet her condition escalated and peeked at around 14. Her father physically abused her and her mother. She knew nothing other than that so it was her norm. Her life. She didn’t know it was wrong that her father would hit her until she felt her fragile bones crack, but one day it went too far. Even she knew it went too far.
She failed to remember what her mother had done wrong, but she understood that is was a horrible, unforgivable thing. A 14 year old Nika huddled under the kitchen table, watching with wide eyes as her father hit her mother, kicking her until the body went limp. Blood and screams and cries and then no more. Then it stops forever. Why wouldn’t it stop? Why didn’t he stop?
She was found by the police, lying next to her mothers’ body watching her carefully, as if waiting for her to wake up. Lying with her dead mother in a pool of her blood just waiting for her to tell her that everything was alright. But of course, she never did.
The girl never recovered after that, going through a period of not talking or letting anyone touch her, but that phase had passed now. For now anyway.
Your character loves: Company
Drawing
Anything that is pink, fluffy and glittery or generally had a nice texture or shone
Her non shatter mirror
Hates: Being left alone
Night
Cold
Family
Home Town: Barnsley, England
Sample: (Can be from any roleplay.)
The patter of light footsteps seemed to echo down the silent corridor, followed by a gentle humming sound, the tune seeming to be that of a lullaby. Chocolate curls bounced slightly as she walked a slight swing to her hips which seemed to signal a good mood. Jade eyes danced over the familiar furnishings which lined the hallway, skipping over the dark wood doors before looking to the end of the corridor as if to check to see if there was anyone there.
As she neared the end of the corridor she froze in mid step, the light in the corridor seeming to fade and the colours dull as a dark shape of a man came around the corner. He seemed to be grinning, leering at her almost, and a look of malevolence in his eyes. Her father.
She felt as if an icy hand had clamped around her heart, her pulse racing as she started to feel light headed. She wanted to run, needed to run, but her legs just wouldn’t move…and he was drawing closer. She was shaking now, trembling. She was just a little girl again and he was so big, he lashed out at her and…
She sat bolt upright in her bed, midnight coloured, silk sheets falling back as she looked around, eyes wide as she checked the shadows. A dream, just another dream. She struggled to control herself, pulling the sheets closer as some sort of protection as she closed her eyes. He wasn’t here; he couldn’t be here, not here. Here is safe, remember? Her eyes flickered open again and her muscles relaxed. Just another nightmare.
After settling her nerves she slipped from the bed, the cold, polished, dark wood floor boards sending a slight chill up through her bare feet. Her long, snowy night dress hung slightly lopsided from her shoulders, the hem skimming over the ground as she moved over towards the heavy drapes which covered her window. She stood in front of the hidden window for a moment or two, reaching out to brush her fingers tips over the soft velvet, a slight smile tugging the edges of her dusky pink lips upwards. This was accompanied by an odd gleam in her eyes, something that bordered between contentment and grief, as if the texture unlocked a memory for her.
Her eyes cleared as she returned to the present and she shook her head a little, her hair falling back into place. In one swift, fluid movement the curtains were drawn back and silvery moonlight flooded into the room, making her eyes glitter and adding a surreal shine to her hair. To anyone stood in the garden below she would look like a spectre, an apparition enjoying the view of the magnificent gardens under the star dotted sky. She took a step closer to the glass, her breath clouding the window pane. Then she did something curiously childish. Reaching up with her index finger she carefully drew an odd symbol onto the temporary canvas. An ankh, a cross which seemed to have a tear drop sitting on top. The Egyptian symbol of eternal life. “Even we fall foul of death eventually.” She whispered to herself, tracing her finger around the fading shape as if it held more than just the most obvious of meanings to her.
She suddenly turned her back on the window, acting as if the object had insulted her in some way. “Eternal life.” She said out loud, a sarcastic edge to her voice. Yes, she was speaking to herself, but at this moment in time there was no-one else around to speak to…yet even if there were she would never have confided her fears in them. “What is the point when we just watch everyone around us fall into ruin?” she demanded, staring into her eyes as she looked into the mirror, grief staring back at her. This was one of her little moments of insecurity after a trip into the past.
Nika fell silent for a second or two, inspecting the woman that looked back at her in the mirror. It was times like these she wished she had someone, anyone to turn to, but she had pushed them all away. Everyone. A loud crashing sound filled the room as her hand connected with the mirror, her reflection breaking up and falling away. Crimson blood oozed from the cuts in her hand, dripping down to splatter over the floor as she sort of collapsed to the ground, sitting cross-legged with her nursing hand in her lap, the red stain spreading over the material, vibrant against a white backdrop.
Blood tinted tears slid down her cheeks. She was losing her grip on sanity, she was sure of it. She was spiralling downwards at a pace that terrified her and she had no idea how to claw her way back. Her head was in her hands, her own blood being smeared over her cheeks as she wept alone in the moonlight.
