Post by Amber Dawn on Sept 30, 2009 18:15:03 GMT -8
Name: Amber Dawn Taren
Alias/Nickname: Dawn
Nationality: Resident of the United States
Ethnicity: Greek
Age: 20 years old
D.O.B: October 27th
Grade/Class: Freshman in College
Degree/Area of Study: Associates of Arts in Psychology
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 122 lbs
Breast Size: 38c
Hair color: Black( occasionally with pink or red highlights)
Eye color: Blue (unless she is wearing her black contacts)
Skin Color: Mediterranean Tan
Blood Type: RH +
Sexuality: Bi-Sexual
Status: Single
Religion: Pagan
Mental State: bipolar with extreme manic states; social anxiety; clinical depression; anti-social disorder; paranoid schizophrenia with homicidal tendencies.
Talents:
-stripping
-cutting
-torture
-writing
-understanding the nature of people
-origami
Favorites:
-blood
-pain
-torture
-writing
-alcohol
-visits with her shrink
Hates:
-idiots
-preppy girls
-giggly, happy, stupid girls
-snobs
-jocks
-being told what to do
-being called crazy
-being diagnosed with some new disorder
-organized religion
Language(s):
-English
-Greek
Appearance:
How do you describe the look of madness? Pure, unadulterated madness? Is it the way a certain person dresses? Is it the manner in which they present themselves? The look held within their eyes? Or, is it possible, that outwardly there is nothing to give away the turmoil which rages within? Yes. It is possible. For when one looks at Amber, with her silky black hair falling down past her shoulders and her petite figure, they do not see madness. When they look into her eyes, shimmering blue pools a person could get lost in, they do not seen the battle raging inside of her mind. No, petite and beautiful, she does not look like what a person who is completely insane would be thought to look like. Sure, she dresses a little dark. What with her black skirts, matching halter tops, and knee high boots. But one could simply think that to be a girl going down the "Gothic" road of style. But then you get to know her, get to be around her more, and slowly the madness starts seeping through, creeping into your mind and making you question your own sanity. You start to wonder if perhaps you are imagining things, like the blood running down from the inside of her thigh, or the way she seems to talk to things that are not there. Surely there must be something wrong with you. Girls like her, just are not crazy. But the madness is like a disease, eating away at you until you are sure you are about to lose touch with everything you thought was real. That is when you start to see, that deep behind the normality of her appearance, lurks something dark and unnatural. Something that lives and breaths pain and suffering. Something that if given the chance will overtake you and anyone else around. That is when it becomes clear, madness has no shape, no form, no specific look. No, quite simply madness is a shadow always there, whether it be seen or not. Always lurking, always watching, and waiting for the right moment to strike.
Personality:
Darkness surrounds her mind, clouding her from the warmth of others. Voices talk to her, telling her what to do, what to think, and she happily answers them back. They are her friends, her one true companions. Having been with her since the age of 14, always there, always listening, always offering their advice. They have pulled her away from the rest of the world, sucking her deep into the madness they create. Where once stood a girl who was the pentacle of normality; with friends, bright clothing and a sweet smile crossing her lips; now stands a girl so drawn away and hidden from the world it is unclear she will ever find her way back. Dark moods swallow her whole, followed by times of intense manic states. Causing her to seek out the company of others, simply to use them for her own needs and then turn away. Not seeking a relationship, just the satisfaction they can offer her for one night. Withdrawn from society, anti-social disorder keeping her from ever really having any friends, she sits alone, the voices her only confidants. Urging her to hurt herself, to hurt others. Craving the pain, the blood, the screams.
History:
Amber Dawn was born in a small town in Greece to a set of loving and adoring parents. Wishing only the best for their child they had migrated to the United States in hopes of giving her a better life. They never had much, but they made sure that she always knew she was loved and wanted. Giving her every opportunity to succeed in life. And in return, she was loving and one of the sweetest girls you could ever hope to meet. At least until around her 14th birthday. That is when it all started to change. First came the voices, speaking to her from the corners of her mind, urging her to do things the innocent young girl had never even thought about. Fear had gripped her and she had run to her parents, begging them to help her, and they had. Or at least they had tried, taking all the money they had saved up and finding her the best psychologist they could afford. But it had done nothing. The voices only continued to grow louder and louder until it was to the point she was sure her head would explode. But then, she did the only thing she could think of, she talked back, and as she did so, she found that it made the chattering in her head easier to live with. So, late at night, she would talk to them, letting them tell her what they wished and together working to get it done. Once more, she found happiness. This time with her new found friends. But along with that happiness came more trouble than she had ever imagined. The next thing she knew, her psychologist was diagnosing her with a whole slew of mental diseases. She started to withdraw from her family and friends until all that remained by her side were her loving parents. Her clothing changed, her attitude, everything about her. Once a girl who dreamed of waiting until she was married to be with a man, she now began to seek out the company of any man or woman she could find during her manic states. Using them, or letting them use her until she was sated and then leaving. Not a word to be spoken. At first it bothered her to see the pain in her mother's eyes when she looked at her. But as time rolled by, and the voices gained more and more control, she simply wondered why her mom could not love her for who she was. That is when she decided to come here and get away from home. No longer able to stand the look her parents held when they looked at her, always hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl she used to be. But she knew they would never see her again. She had died a long time ago and now all that was left was the girl which now stood in her place. The darkness consuming the light until there was nothing left but the black of night remaining.
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 15
Wisdom: 15
Intelligence: 15
Charisma: 15
"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
Alias/Nickname: Dawn
Nationality: Resident of the United States
Ethnicity: Greek
Age: 20 years old
D.O.B: October 27th
Grade/Class: Freshman in College
Degree/Area of Study: Associates of Arts in Psychology
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 122 lbs
Breast Size: 38c
Hair color: Black( occasionally with pink or red highlights)
Eye color: Blue (unless she is wearing her black contacts)
Skin Color: Mediterranean Tan
Blood Type: RH +
Sexuality: Bi-Sexual
Status: Single
Religion: Pagan
Mental State: bipolar with extreme manic states; social anxiety; clinical depression; anti-social disorder; paranoid schizophrenia with homicidal tendencies.
Talents:
-stripping
-cutting
-torture
-writing
-understanding the nature of people
-origami
Favorites:
-blood
-pain
-torture
-writing
-alcohol
-visits with her shrink
Hates:
-idiots
-preppy girls
-giggly, happy, stupid girls
-snobs
-jocks
-being told what to do
-being called crazy
-being diagnosed with some new disorder
-organized religion
Language(s):
-English
-Greek
Appearance:
How do you describe the look of madness? Pure, unadulterated madness? Is it the way a certain person dresses? Is it the manner in which they present themselves? The look held within their eyes? Or, is it possible, that outwardly there is nothing to give away the turmoil which rages within? Yes. It is possible. For when one looks at Amber, with her silky black hair falling down past her shoulders and her petite figure, they do not see madness. When they look into her eyes, shimmering blue pools a person could get lost in, they do not seen the battle raging inside of her mind. No, petite and beautiful, she does not look like what a person who is completely insane would be thought to look like. Sure, she dresses a little dark. What with her black skirts, matching halter tops, and knee high boots. But one could simply think that to be a girl going down the "Gothic" road of style. But then you get to know her, get to be around her more, and slowly the madness starts seeping through, creeping into your mind and making you question your own sanity. You start to wonder if perhaps you are imagining things, like the blood running down from the inside of her thigh, or the way she seems to talk to things that are not there. Surely there must be something wrong with you. Girls like her, just are not crazy. But the madness is like a disease, eating away at you until you are sure you are about to lose touch with everything you thought was real. That is when you start to see, that deep behind the normality of her appearance, lurks something dark and unnatural. Something that lives and breaths pain and suffering. Something that if given the chance will overtake you and anyone else around. That is when it becomes clear, madness has no shape, no form, no specific look. No, quite simply madness is a shadow always there, whether it be seen or not. Always lurking, always watching, and waiting for the right moment to strike.
Personality:
Darkness surrounds her mind, clouding her from the warmth of others. Voices talk to her, telling her what to do, what to think, and she happily answers them back. They are her friends, her one true companions. Having been with her since the age of 14, always there, always listening, always offering their advice. They have pulled her away from the rest of the world, sucking her deep into the madness they create. Where once stood a girl who was the pentacle of normality; with friends, bright clothing and a sweet smile crossing her lips; now stands a girl so drawn away and hidden from the world it is unclear she will ever find her way back. Dark moods swallow her whole, followed by times of intense manic states. Causing her to seek out the company of others, simply to use them for her own needs and then turn away. Not seeking a relationship, just the satisfaction they can offer her for one night. Withdrawn from society, anti-social disorder keeping her from ever really having any friends, she sits alone, the voices her only confidants. Urging her to hurt herself, to hurt others. Craving the pain, the blood, the screams.
History:
Amber Dawn was born in a small town in Greece to a set of loving and adoring parents. Wishing only the best for their child they had migrated to the United States in hopes of giving her a better life. They never had much, but they made sure that she always knew she was loved and wanted. Giving her every opportunity to succeed in life. And in return, she was loving and one of the sweetest girls you could ever hope to meet. At least until around her 14th birthday. That is when it all started to change. First came the voices, speaking to her from the corners of her mind, urging her to do things the innocent young girl had never even thought about. Fear had gripped her and she had run to her parents, begging them to help her, and they had. Or at least they had tried, taking all the money they had saved up and finding her the best psychologist they could afford. But it had done nothing. The voices only continued to grow louder and louder until it was to the point she was sure her head would explode. But then, she did the only thing she could think of, she talked back, and as she did so, she found that it made the chattering in her head easier to live with. So, late at night, she would talk to them, letting them tell her what they wished and together working to get it done. Once more, she found happiness. This time with her new found friends. But along with that happiness came more trouble than she had ever imagined. The next thing she knew, her psychologist was diagnosing her with a whole slew of mental diseases. She started to withdraw from her family and friends until all that remained by her side were her loving parents. Her clothing changed, her attitude, everything about her. Once a girl who dreamed of waiting until she was married to be with a man, she now began to seek out the company of any man or woman she could find during her manic states. Using them, or letting them use her until she was sated and then leaving. Not a word to be spoken. At first it bothered her to see the pain in her mother's eyes when she looked at her. But as time rolled by, and the voices gained more and more control, she simply wondered why her mom could not love her for who she was. That is when she decided to come here and get away from home. No longer able to stand the look her parents held when they looked at her, always hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl she used to be. But she knew they would never see her again. She had died a long time ago and now all that was left was the girl which now stood in her place. The darkness consuming the light until there was nothing left but the black of night remaining.
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 15
Wisdom: 15
Intelligence: 15
Charisma: 15
"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
