Post by ßlue on Oct 29, 2007 16:16:50 GMT -5
Name: Necro Blackwell
Gender: Female
Age (approx.): 29
Appearance: Just the way you remember her. Long sea foam green hair, very short, about 4’11 but she is thin and well proportioned so she’s not really a midget or anything. Large sea green eyes that give her a sort of startled pondering look. (*has picture somewhere and will prolly go find it*)
Past: Oh dear…this is so terribly looong ^_^`…She was a little girl, long green hair in pigtails to the side, trust and care filled her heart, a love of everything. Her room was pink, frilly white lace curtains hung in her windows, her bed was a masterpeice that would have made barbie jeleous, there were toys and stuffed animals flooding every corner, her parents gave her lots of things in fear of her, and she loved them still, even when she caught threads of that emotion from their souls. It hurt her when she felt that, but now she was focusing her happy attention on a small rock in front of her. Mark would be looking at the rock too, noticing the dark aura and mischivous pressence surrounding it. She hadn't known that then, her small child's heart so pure, thinking nothing could be all bad...But she had been wrong...So horribly wrong...A voice came from the rock, a hissing deep whisper that made your bones creep and wanted to make you scream with insanity, but not Necro, she was unafraid of the rock's trapped spirit, it's scratchy rank voice. There was a spirit in there and he had taught her so many things that she could do and now...she was going to do something for the rock. She smiled, chest feeling another squeeze of pride in what she was going to do. She was going to make the poor little spirit free again, she was going to open the gate on it's small prison in the rock. She was going to let the small spirit go to a better place, she was doing good! And that made her very happy...
The voice spoke up, "Necro? Are you going to set me free now? You are being a good little girl for doing this...If you set me free I will reward you, I will make your parent love you and not be afraid of you, you will have lots of friends and toys and everyone will love you...They will all LOVE you..." the voice whispered to her, the menace and deceit plain in the demon's voice. But she didn't know. She was so young and trusting and the voive said her parents would love her! They wouldn't fear her anymore! This was going to be wonderful! She nodded, pale green eyes sparkling, a loving smile on her small face. She was wearing pink overalls, a white shirt over her. She sat on her knees, leaning forward as a spot on her forhead began to glow. Her shoulders were spotless, peachy skin delicate and fresh, baby skin still...
A small dot on her forhead glowed into exsistance, and she opened herself like the spirit in the rocl had told her. She let her spirit see what was really there, the rock, and deep inside the rock a small prickle of light. She focused on that, her sould reching out, her heart trusting, happy, loveing, so proud...She touched the gate, straining as she saw the lock on it, a scrawling scrpit over a peice of paper, like an incantation. She couldn't read it, but she'd come to learn the language what she was older and it would say 'The demon who rests without sleep and kills without thought, none shall befree him unharmed will naught...' ((Basically translated this demon never sleeps, will kill as soon as look at you, any who set him free will not get away unharmed yada yada yada...)) She took her finger, putting it at the top of the paper and with a swift flick, the paper tore...and in a flash of bright light she thought for a moment she had done good, and everything would be right...But she was wrong...IN that blast of light that sent her small hand of spirit back into her body the light turned to fire and a booming ugly laugh eminated around her, pain and fear filling her. She was knocked back, the great sound popping her ears as the demon freed itself from it's prison, laughing and promising horrible tortures to her for eternities for letting him out.
UNbeleivable fear burst to life in her small once caring heart, that terror, that guilt and knowing of what she had just done. She had doomed the world. She looked at the demon, it's long black claws and teeth coming towards her. She screamed, so loud and so high that the spirits raced to her, feeling her fear and panic, picking up and pittying her fretting emotions as they tried to protect her. In a great clap the demon was being pulled back into his prison, the rock was sucking him back in. He cursed violently, such words that made her scream and cover her ears, but as he was being pulled back in, those long deathly ugly claws reacherd out, grabbing her sholders and trying to pull her in with him. Her chest nearly burst from the horrible absolute terror that drilled into her, the endless pain and suffering that wouls befall her if she let him drag her in. His claws burned into her shoulders and in a great flash of light she screamed, her voice giving out as with all her might she wrapped him back in his rock. She locked his prison. And her room was a burned mess, the burned black designs on her shoulders pained her as she lost sight of everything, slipping into a dark oblivion that was sleep. She had been in so much terror and had suddenly used so much more power than she had ever thought possible that she was fast asleep, body weak and feeble against everything...
She slept for three weeks, the doctors didn’t think she’d even wake up after whatever traumatic ordeal had happened. Her mom and dad feared her, knew she could feel that they feared her. She went to school like a regular kid and when she was twelve she finally came home to a bloody house. Her mother and father had stabbed each other to death and blood had found its way over the walls, up the stairs, everywhere it seemed. She fell outside and ran, never wanting to go back. She traveled, walking and walking, never stopping too long. Men stopped their cars to ask her for a fun time, she always saw what they wanted, felt it in them and it disgusted her, she would fill them with a sudden fear for their lives and they would run away, squealing their tires. She came to the ocean finally and for three days and three nights she sat out on the sands, eyes watching the waves, listening to the innocent cajoling of the water. Maybe she should kill herself?
On the fourth day a woman came to sit next to her. The woman told her she knew she was gifted and maybe she could come inside and eat something. Necro had never felt anyone like this, who knew what she was and didn’t fear. Necro thought she had no more tears, but she wept, the woman helping her into her house. They stayed together for a few years, till Necro was 17. Necro hadn’t grown all that much, not at all. Marianna, the woman who brought her in, was the kindest person. She had a gift too, telling who was gifted and what powers they had. Marianna had been the four best years of her life…till she came to magikus. There she met Mark and his inner demon Valerius. Necro fell in love, accidentally got pregnant by Mark, and when he found out he sort of…drifted away from her. Valerius stayed with her and eventually she fell in love with him and he with her. He asked her to marry her and she said yes. Now her happiest days are always the present. She has a daughter named Sophia.
Personality: She use to be innocent and frightened at many things. Magikus changed that and now she’s a hardheaded little thing that takes no crap from anybody. She loves her husband and daughter dearly and would give her life for them in an instant. But she’s not stupid, she’d fight like a wildcat before just giving in. Her moods can be like a whip sometimes and even though she’s still small and thin if she gives you a glare you know it’s serious.
Current Life: Psychiatrist ^_^
Pet (if any): (I don’t know…should she have one? A puppy or something for the family?)
Other: She sort of resents Mark for leaving her and NEVER coming to see Sophie. She might even hit him if she ever sees him…
Gender: Female
Age (approx.): 29
Appearance: Just the way you remember her. Long sea foam green hair, very short, about 4’11 but she is thin and well proportioned so she’s not really a midget or anything. Large sea green eyes that give her a sort of startled pondering look. (*has picture somewhere and will prolly go find it*)
Past: Oh dear…this is so terribly looong ^_^`…She was a little girl, long green hair in pigtails to the side, trust and care filled her heart, a love of everything. Her room was pink, frilly white lace curtains hung in her windows, her bed was a masterpeice that would have made barbie jeleous, there were toys and stuffed animals flooding every corner, her parents gave her lots of things in fear of her, and she loved them still, even when she caught threads of that emotion from their souls. It hurt her when she felt that, but now she was focusing her happy attention on a small rock in front of her. Mark would be looking at the rock too, noticing the dark aura and mischivous pressence surrounding it. She hadn't known that then, her small child's heart so pure, thinking nothing could be all bad...But she had been wrong...So horribly wrong...A voice came from the rock, a hissing deep whisper that made your bones creep and wanted to make you scream with insanity, but not Necro, she was unafraid of the rock's trapped spirit, it's scratchy rank voice. There was a spirit in there and he had taught her so many things that she could do and now...she was going to do something for the rock. She smiled, chest feeling another squeeze of pride in what she was going to do. She was going to make the poor little spirit free again, she was going to open the gate on it's small prison in the rock. She was going to let the small spirit go to a better place, she was doing good! And that made her very happy...
The voice spoke up, "Necro? Are you going to set me free now? You are being a good little girl for doing this...If you set me free I will reward you, I will make your parent love you and not be afraid of you, you will have lots of friends and toys and everyone will love you...They will all LOVE you..." the voice whispered to her, the menace and deceit plain in the demon's voice. But she didn't know. She was so young and trusting and the voive said her parents would love her! They wouldn't fear her anymore! This was going to be wonderful! She nodded, pale green eyes sparkling, a loving smile on her small face. She was wearing pink overalls, a white shirt over her. She sat on her knees, leaning forward as a spot on her forhead began to glow. Her shoulders were spotless, peachy skin delicate and fresh, baby skin still...
A small dot on her forhead glowed into exsistance, and she opened herself like the spirit in the rocl had told her. She let her spirit see what was really there, the rock, and deep inside the rock a small prickle of light. She focused on that, her sould reching out, her heart trusting, happy, loveing, so proud...She touched the gate, straining as she saw the lock on it, a scrawling scrpit over a peice of paper, like an incantation. She couldn't read it, but she'd come to learn the language what she was older and it would say 'The demon who rests without sleep and kills without thought, none shall befree him unharmed will naught...' ((Basically translated this demon never sleeps, will kill as soon as look at you, any who set him free will not get away unharmed yada yada yada...)) She took her finger, putting it at the top of the paper and with a swift flick, the paper tore...and in a flash of bright light she thought for a moment she had done good, and everything would be right...But she was wrong...IN that blast of light that sent her small hand of spirit back into her body the light turned to fire and a booming ugly laugh eminated around her, pain and fear filling her. She was knocked back, the great sound popping her ears as the demon freed itself from it's prison, laughing and promising horrible tortures to her for eternities for letting him out.
UNbeleivable fear burst to life in her small once caring heart, that terror, that guilt and knowing of what she had just done. She had doomed the world. She looked at the demon, it's long black claws and teeth coming towards her. She screamed, so loud and so high that the spirits raced to her, feeling her fear and panic, picking up and pittying her fretting emotions as they tried to protect her. In a great clap the demon was being pulled back into his prison, the rock was sucking him back in. He cursed violently, such words that made her scream and cover her ears, but as he was being pulled back in, those long deathly ugly claws reacherd out, grabbing her sholders and trying to pull her in with him. Her chest nearly burst from the horrible absolute terror that drilled into her, the endless pain and suffering that wouls befall her if she let him drag her in. His claws burned into her shoulders and in a great flash of light she screamed, her voice giving out as with all her might she wrapped him back in his rock. She locked his prison. And her room was a burned mess, the burned black designs on her shoulders pained her as she lost sight of everything, slipping into a dark oblivion that was sleep. She had been in so much terror and had suddenly used so much more power than she had ever thought possible that she was fast asleep, body weak and feeble against everything...
She slept for three weeks, the doctors didn’t think she’d even wake up after whatever traumatic ordeal had happened. Her mom and dad feared her, knew she could feel that they feared her. She went to school like a regular kid and when she was twelve she finally came home to a bloody house. Her mother and father had stabbed each other to death and blood had found its way over the walls, up the stairs, everywhere it seemed. She fell outside and ran, never wanting to go back. She traveled, walking and walking, never stopping too long. Men stopped their cars to ask her for a fun time, she always saw what they wanted, felt it in them and it disgusted her, she would fill them with a sudden fear for their lives and they would run away, squealing their tires. She came to the ocean finally and for three days and three nights she sat out on the sands, eyes watching the waves, listening to the innocent cajoling of the water. Maybe she should kill herself?
On the fourth day a woman came to sit next to her. The woman told her she knew she was gifted and maybe she could come inside and eat something. Necro had never felt anyone like this, who knew what she was and didn’t fear. Necro thought she had no more tears, but she wept, the woman helping her into her house. They stayed together for a few years, till Necro was 17. Necro hadn’t grown all that much, not at all. Marianna, the woman who brought her in, was the kindest person. She had a gift too, telling who was gifted and what powers they had. Marianna had been the four best years of her life…till she came to magikus. There she met Mark and his inner demon Valerius. Necro fell in love, accidentally got pregnant by Mark, and when he found out he sort of…drifted away from her. Valerius stayed with her and eventually she fell in love with him and he with her. He asked her to marry her and she said yes. Now her happiest days are always the present. She has a daughter named Sophia.
Personality: She use to be innocent and frightened at many things. Magikus changed that and now she’s a hardheaded little thing that takes no crap from anybody. She loves her husband and daughter dearly and would give her life for them in an instant. But she’s not stupid, she’d fight like a wildcat before just giving in. Her moods can be like a whip sometimes and even though she’s still small and thin if she gives you a glare you know it’s serious.
Current Life: Psychiatrist ^_^
Pet (if any): (I don’t know…should she have one? A puppy or something for the family?)
Other: She sort of resents Mark for leaving her and NEVER coming to see Sophie. She might even hit him if she ever sees him…
