Post by Lisa "Delacroix" on May 1, 2011 20:54:19 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Lisa Jordan Nesbitt
Also Known As: The Countess
Age: 17
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 110 lbs
Blood Type: A
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Grey
Hair: Blonde
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: N/A
Talents: Trickery
Favorite things: Trickery, blood
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: N/A
Mental Information
Personality: Calm, quiet, seductive
Mentality: Not insane but a little quarky
Ideal: Do what you must.
Belief: Existing is common; Living is rare.
Physical Information
Build: Fit
Defining Marks: A scar that will always be pink due to the fact it is reoccuringly opened and this is located low on her p just below her pelvic bone.
Description: She is a small girl, but doesn't have the quality of an overly small person. Looking at her you see an innocent, even somewhat, baby-like face. Her skin and hair look milky smooth and having a pale tone makes her all the more soft in her appearence.
Apparel Information
She wears what ever she likes though her style falls in with somewhat of a girly childish attire.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: "What ever the fuck she gets her hands on"
Years Practiced: ALL HER LIFE
Description of style: The title is self explanitory. If she grabs a chair she will throw it... if she grabs your throat she will choke it.. If she grabs your genitalia she will twist it. Basically noting trained or fancy just stuff she picked to survive any potential abuse she would recieve from customers.
History Information
History:
10 Years Ago
My ribs hurt. I remember I couldn't get enough air in my lungs. The feeling of warmth slid down my face from my mouth past my forehead and dripped to the car's ceiling. The front of the car had been crushed, but no one was there... they were tossed out the window a few meters back.
"Mommy?!" I remember it took a lot out of me to call out my plea only to feel an abundence of disappointmen when no one replied to my beckon.
I was begining to feel more and more weak as I had been strapped in my seat belt and was hanging upside down. At the age of seven it was always difficult to unbuckle the belt and I would always acquire the assistance of my mother, father, or brother... then I was on my own and my freedom was based soley on the ability to unbuckle an everyday seat belt. My hands were frail ontop of the fact they were cut and bruised from the current situation. I was calm... too calm as I fell from my seat and onto the roof of he car. My hand reached for a teddy I had bought my brother. Now know he wouldn't have liked it but a a small child I thought everyone loved teddy bears.
I climbed out of the wreck and too a walk. My fell upon the semi that had hit us. It had turned over from such a sudden jerk to try and swerve from us as fire layered the ground around it. I saw no sign of life.
"Dad?" mom hadn't answered so I was hoping I would get something in return from my father, but still nothing was heard. It was tough to talk I had coughed up a bit I now know that it was due to the fact my lungs were bruised and I inhaled too much smoke. I walked a far ways away from the wreckage to find my mother's body torn and battered. I fell to my knees and ignored the pain as I whimpered..Couldn't cry because the pain amplified... I gave her a nudge and she didn't wake... before I tried the second time a felt a drip of blood hit te very top of my head. I looked up and felt yet another, but this time on my cheek just below my eye. Only thing I could do at this moment was let out a shreak that would burn my lungs as I staired at the disemboweled male that had been thrown out a car window and into a tree becoming impaled by the thick branches.
I don't know why but that was what did it for me... I was scared... alone and in shock. My legs began moving as a ran towards the direction we were driving. I wanted to go home, but I had yet to learn my address and I was still out of town maybe a good eight hours drive away from home at that age I didn't understand.
9 Years Ago
"Clean the floors!"
Demands... all I ever heard from my adopted family. I would comply 'cause all I wanted was someone to take me in and I didn't want to be brought back to the shit hole they called foster "care".
One day I snapped.
I grabbed the mop from that bitch's hand and swiped her hard upide the face as I felt the splatter. It drove me crazy... thirsty for power by brutality... Her husband had grabbed me and pinned my arms back...his finger were tight around my small arms so I wouldn't escape his grasp. I later found bruises.
He returned me to the foster home I had previously resigned in in before and after my first adoption and this was my third time back and I wanted to make sure it was my last.
"Back so soon? Look at you..." she would force me into the hall as to where all the beds were in rows like a curtainless hospital. She gave me the uniform and would send me on my way to the showers... as I was pushed along I would see a pair of eyes stare at me. A boy I never met before...I saw hope in those spheres.
Later we would grow a bond and I learned his name was Lucas. He had a hate for the foster home just as I... so we both plotted or successful escape.
It was then he let me in on his secret. Feeling as if I owed him so much I offered myself...my blood to him.... I was worried I would b killed, but he made sure as not to dran me.
4 Years Ago
I hit puberty. That was when Lucas noticed the heads of men turn my way. We used to live off each others dirty money on robbery on conning. Now there was a bigger idea. It would be more full proof and be a sure way to bring in more money in a shorter time than trickery. He whored me out....
Menial, degrading sex just to put food in our mouths... as well as the fact I needed to be healthy so I could survive a little blood loss here and there... but I didn't mind the life style...I still don't.
Current Day
We moved in hopes of a new "audience"... the game was getting old and the men became greedy with lust an began to get a little more rough with me than I was comfortable with. We just needed nw faces... We live in a secluded area and it isn't the nicest place..just enough to get us by.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Secluded home
Roommates: Lucas Delacroix
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: Pretty sur I wouln't mind dancing with the cookie...its a cookie..common.[/center]
