Post by 'The Bloody' on May 7, 2019 15:20:15 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Carol Bloodletter
Nickname(s): The Bloody
Age: 13
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 100
Blood Type: AB+
Gender: Female
Sexuality: No clue. Guys? Definitely blood.
Eye Color: Red, Ruby, Blood
Hair: Black, Raven, Midnight
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Surviving, Knives are fun, Small knives, Big knives, Sharp things, Broken mirrors, Super sharp pencils
Talents: Hiding, Stabbing, Cutting, Maiming, Killing, Bloodletting,
Favorite things: Blood. Definitely blood. Death is also nice.
Miscellaneous:
Mental Information
Personality: Odd would be appropriate. She's odd. Collects knives and uses them on people she hates. Or people she despises. Or people that look at her oddly. Or people that accidentally drop something she finds interesting.
Mentality: Cracked. Brocken. Damaged. Erratic. Spastic. Creepy. Unsociable.
Ideal: I don't like to hear the blood pumping through your veins. It sounds so much sweeter as is splashes on the ground.
Belief: If there were more people like me, there would be no idiots left. I am doing a service.
Physical Information
Build: Small. Bony. Fragile. Thin. Anti-Athletic.
Defining Marks: Ruby eyes, Raven hair.
Description:
History Information
History:
Carol isn't really from a family. She was abandoned outside a small {SMALL} town and left alone to die. When she was finally found, it was by a very bad man. She was raised to hate people. She was repeatedly raped by this man and several others. When she was not being used for that, she was a thief to feed her house. When she got caught, she would wait until she was alone with a single guard and slit his throat. She began to appreciate the red liquid, as it perfectly matched her own eyes. The sound it made as it escaped the throat. The feel of it warm and slick on her skin. She was in love with blood and death. She went through her house and danced in the warm liquid of each man, woman, or child. It mattered not to her. She was all too excited to leave when she was captured by a man who took her to a place called Prota. She was to become a war machine. She was all too eager to begin. This would be the chance she longed for to drench herself in the succulent liquids which filled her enemies. But would it be enough to wash away the memories in her past?