Post by Kamira Lillian Gray on Nov 2, 2007 23:15:37 GMT -5
OOC Information
Name: Loki.
Age: Ageless ;3
Gender: Female
Contact Info: MadHatter1031@msn.com
Experience: I have about five or six years of experience as for my role playing level I’m not too sure.
Character Information
Name: Kamira Lillian Gray
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Blood Type: O
Birthday: October 31
Sexual Preferences: Bisexual
Appearance
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 112 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Shoulder length, often flowing freely. She has the whole “messy” look down.
Eye Color: Dark brown / Black
Complexion: Tanned
Body Type: Thin
Scars: A large scar running from her left forearm to the wrist.
Piercing: Seven on both ears.
Tattoos: Lower Back p i c
Picture:
Personality
Describe Yourself in Four Words: Manipulative, Wanton, Vengeful, Addictive
Turn-ons:
Turn-offs:
Bad Habits:
Summary of Your Personality:
Like most of the Gray family Kamira posses an addictive personality. Gambling for one is dishonorable pastime that Angie finds herself performing night after night. Another of this woman’s little obsessions is watching. She could sit quietly for hours watching others around her and taking millions of mental notes that she’ll probably never use again yet when she does use them her studies would be put towards the manipulation of others. The fact that she loves being able to observe others might have spawned a deep and slightly unnecessary fear of going blind. Sadly at a young age it seemed Angela’s eyesight would never be the average 20/20 without glasses. In this world there is one thing that terrifies the girl more then the though of eternal darkness and that is silence. Kamira can’t even sleep without some form of soft noise around her. Without sound she believes she’d loose what’s left of her mind. Yet with the mention of these phobias the rude girl will usually scoff and with a roll of her brown eyes dismiss the very thought of cowardice. Pride thy name is Kamira.
Anger does not hold much of a place in her icy heart. Although Kamira is easily annoyed and shows it with great joy and mocking remarks most people cannot force her rage much higher without months of work. A few things however will set this woman into a wicked frenzy. Those moronic few who pressure her about giving away every little detail of her past, especially how her disfiguring scar came to be spark her otherwise dormant wrath. If you would want to have Kamira bust a jaw or two then the fastest method would be to begin trashing her family or her people. Those are the two things in this world she is fiercely loyal to.
Asylum Information
Patient Number: #10031
Occupation: Patient
Admitted By: State, alternative to prison.
Mental Disorder(s):
Sociopath [Now referred to as antisocial personality disorder.]
Common characteristics of people with antisocial personality disorder include:
• Persistent lying or stealing
• Recurring difficulties with the law
• Tendency to violate the rights of others (property, physical, sexual, emotional, legal)
• Substance abuse
• Aggressive, often violent behavior; prone to getting involved in fights
• A persistent agitated or depressed feeling (dysphoria)
• Inability to tolerate boredom
• Disregard for the safety of self or others
• A childhood diagnosis of conduct disorders
• Lack of remorse for hurting others
• Superficial charm
• Impulsiveness
• A sense of extreme entitlement
• Inability to make or keep friends
• Lack of guilt
• Recklessness, impulsivity
• People who have antisocial personality disorder often experience difficulties with authority figures.
Position: Patient
History:
On a dark Halloween night in a hospital of one of the world’s hottest tourist spots the loud thump of music could be heard through an open window. Soon the hypnotic thumping was drown out by the wails of a newborn girl. Kamira Lillian Gray, a wide eyed child, was permitted to leave the hospital two days later with her seemingly loving mother and return to their small home packed with three other children all of which were males. Even when she was a tiny thing there was something strange about Miss Gray. She almost never cried. When she was hungry she’d simple tug and pull at her own mouth. Even if the adolescent fallen down a flight of stairs only a small yelp followed by a few tears. Strange kid.
At the age of ten the girl who’d once been known as one of the quietest babies in existence was now the town hooligan. Spray painting buildings, threatening other children, and using a small group to “control” the playground Kamira was already on the path to destruction. Her mother, Talim, ignored this behavior and said to agitated neighbors and tired teachers that it was simply a phase that Kamira would soon grow out of. Unfortunately for her she was wrong. A few years later Kamira was caught with a stash of stolen merchandise the only reason for being caught was a concerned peer whose nose she had broken months ago. Kamira, now thirteen, wiggled her way out of trouble with sickly sweet words and fake sobs. The police are so gullible.
That same year drugs were introduced into her life. It started out small a puff here, a pill there, but soon it escalated until she was lost in the daze of today’s latest obsession. Kamira even ushered in a few followers getting them horribly hooked and begging at her feet for more. This she loved. The power to control those weak minded fools around her. Holding the power to make their very souls quiver in her hands was almost orgasmic. Perhaps her power over these few lives was too great. One of her adoring fans, a young boy whom she’d enjoyed as a very close friend, died one night of an overdose while she was asleep two feet away. Dragged in by the boy’s in blue the tanned teenager was now sixteen and old enough to be thrown into a dark cell with a gender confused woman named Peg. Still the crafty young woman was able to talk her way out of this corner. Instead of years stuck in a dingy prison she spend a decade in a hospital on the mainland. When her problems were worked through she’d be released and hopefully never bothered by those aggravating fools in law enforcement again.
//End File
Roleplaying Sample:
The blackness of a starless night washed over the town square outlining every simple crack of the street with an air of mystery. This was the favorite time of day of the unruly devil known as Kamira Gray, though at any time of any day she would happily choose a warm, crowded street on a musical night over this dreadfully silent avenue. She was wrapped tight in a thick black coat. It’s bold, white stripes ran horizontally across the frock produced a startling resemblance to an old style prison uniform. True enough she had been caught for a few things worthy of jail time but the simple fact that she’d never served time didn’t stop the young woman from acquiring the demeanor of an outlaw on the run. It was a shame there weren’t any late night drifters to cast their worried glances her way.
A coughing fit emerged from her chest and sprung into her throat completely ruining her relaxed pose. "D a mn weak immune systems…" She let her breath, along with the curse, out in a warm fog. Miss Gray couldn’t help but wonder what exactly she was doing sitting on the edge of the marble fountain on this freezing winter night. Honestly she couldn't even remember coming down here in the first place. No matter how far she looked back into her over stuffed memory not one image of her wandering down the slime covered alleys and to the fairly tidy square came to mind. “I am going crazy..." After a small giggle over the newly discovered condition of her mental health Kamira was back to her endless task of picking out every tiny detail she could dig up from the rather drab scenery as she’d done countless times before. Some say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result.
Shifting her cobalt gaze as the sound of tumbling trash cans rang from a back street Kamira watched a thin tabby dart away from the shadowy lane. She swore to herself through chattering teeth as an icy gust ripped through the square. The reason she was so upset with herself was half for being frightened by a mere kitten and the other half for not wearing something a bit warmer then a set of light jean bell bottoms held together by a few tattered shreds of cloth and her simple, and oversized, dark green shirt. After pulling the black fur laced collar closed around her frostbitten neck Kamira slipped her arms around her legs and pulled them close to her chest.
There was nothing to do out here, but her dozing home didn't hold much promise either. With a flick of her wrist the dark eyed girl tucked a few stray locks of hair back to their cozy place behind her ear. After all out here she could always perform a few small tricks. Perhaps make the head of the smiling marble cherub blow to smithereens in about four hours? Nah, that was much too predictable…
Name: Loki.
Age: Ageless ;3
Gender: Female
Contact Info: MadHatter1031@msn.com
Experience: I have about five or six years of experience as for my role playing level I’m not too sure.
Character Information
Name: Kamira Lillian Gray
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Blood Type: O
Birthday: October 31
Sexual Preferences: Bisexual
Appearance
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 112 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Shoulder length, often flowing freely. She has the whole “messy” look down.
Eye Color: Dark brown / Black
Complexion: Tanned
Body Type: Thin
Scars: A large scar running from her left forearm to the wrist.
Piercing: Seven on both ears.
Tattoos: Lower Back p i c
Picture:
Personality
Describe Yourself in Four Words: Manipulative, Wanton, Vengeful, Addictive
Turn-ons:
Turn-offs:
Bad Habits:
Summary of Your Personality:
Like most of the Gray family Kamira posses an addictive personality. Gambling for one is dishonorable pastime that Angie finds herself performing night after night. Another of this woman’s little obsessions is watching. She could sit quietly for hours watching others around her and taking millions of mental notes that she’ll probably never use again yet when she does use them her studies would be put towards the manipulation of others. The fact that she loves being able to observe others might have spawned a deep and slightly unnecessary fear of going blind. Sadly at a young age it seemed Angela’s eyesight would never be the average 20/20 without glasses. In this world there is one thing that terrifies the girl more then the though of eternal darkness and that is silence. Kamira can’t even sleep without some form of soft noise around her. Without sound she believes she’d loose what’s left of her mind. Yet with the mention of these phobias the rude girl will usually scoff and with a roll of her brown eyes dismiss the very thought of cowardice. Pride thy name is Kamira.
Anger does not hold much of a place in her icy heart. Although Kamira is easily annoyed and shows it with great joy and mocking remarks most people cannot force her rage much higher without months of work. A few things however will set this woman into a wicked frenzy. Those moronic few who pressure her about giving away every little detail of her past, especially how her disfiguring scar came to be spark her otherwise dormant wrath. If you would want to have Kamira bust a jaw or two then the fastest method would be to begin trashing her family or her people. Those are the two things in this world she is fiercely loyal to.
Asylum Information
Patient Number: #10031
Occupation: Patient
Admitted By: State, alternative to prison.
Mental Disorder(s):
Sociopath [Now referred to as antisocial personality disorder.]
Common characteristics of people with antisocial personality disorder include:
• Persistent lying or stealing
• Recurring difficulties with the law
• Tendency to violate the rights of others (property, physical, sexual, emotional, legal)
• Substance abuse
• Aggressive, often violent behavior; prone to getting involved in fights
• A persistent agitated or depressed feeling (dysphoria)
• Inability to tolerate boredom
• Disregard for the safety of self or others
• A childhood diagnosis of conduct disorders
• Lack of remorse for hurting others
• Superficial charm
• Impulsiveness
• A sense of extreme entitlement
• Inability to make or keep friends
• Lack of guilt
• Recklessness, impulsivity
• People who have antisocial personality disorder often experience difficulties with authority figures.
Position: Patient
History:
On a dark Halloween night in a hospital of one of the world’s hottest tourist spots the loud thump of music could be heard through an open window. Soon the hypnotic thumping was drown out by the wails of a newborn girl. Kamira Lillian Gray, a wide eyed child, was permitted to leave the hospital two days later with her seemingly loving mother and return to their small home packed with three other children all of which were males. Even when she was a tiny thing there was something strange about Miss Gray. She almost never cried. When she was hungry she’d simple tug and pull at her own mouth. Even if the adolescent fallen down a flight of stairs only a small yelp followed by a few tears. Strange kid.
At the age of ten the girl who’d once been known as one of the quietest babies in existence was now the town hooligan. Spray painting buildings, threatening other children, and using a small group to “control” the playground Kamira was already on the path to destruction. Her mother, Talim, ignored this behavior and said to agitated neighbors and tired teachers that it was simply a phase that Kamira would soon grow out of. Unfortunately for her she was wrong. A few years later Kamira was caught with a stash of stolen merchandise the only reason for being caught was a concerned peer whose nose she had broken months ago. Kamira, now thirteen, wiggled her way out of trouble with sickly sweet words and fake sobs. The police are so gullible.
That same year drugs were introduced into her life. It started out small a puff here, a pill there, but soon it escalated until she was lost in the daze of today’s latest obsession. Kamira even ushered in a few followers getting them horribly hooked and begging at her feet for more. This she loved. The power to control those weak minded fools around her. Holding the power to make their very souls quiver in her hands was almost orgasmic. Perhaps her power over these few lives was too great. One of her adoring fans, a young boy whom she’d enjoyed as a very close friend, died one night of an overdose while she was asleep two feet away. Dragged in by the boy’s in blue the tanned teenager was now sixteen and old enough to be thrown into a dark cell with a gender confused woman named Peg. Still the crafty young woman was able to talk her way out of this corner. Instead of years stuck in a dingy prison she spend a decade in a hospital on the mainland. When her problems were worked through she’d be released and hopefully never bothered by those aggravating fools in law enforcement again.
//End File
Roleplaying Sample:
The blackness of a starless night washed over the town square outlining every simple crack of the street with an air of mystery. This was the favorite time of day of the unruly devil known as Kamira Gray, though at any time of any day she would happily choose a warm, crowded street on a musical night over this dreadfully silent avenue. She was wrapped tight in a thick black coat. It’s bold, white stripes ran horizontally across the frock produced a startling resemblance to an old style prison uniform. True enough she had been caught for a few things worthy of jail time but the simple fact that she’d never served time didn’t stop the young woman from acquiring the demeanor of an outlaw on the run. It was a shame there weren’t any late night drifters to cast their worried glances her way.
A coughing fit emerged from her chest and sprung into her throat completely ruining her relaxed pose. "D a mn weak immune systems…" She let her breath, along with the curse, out in a warm fog. Miss Gray couldn’t help but wonder what exactly she was doing sitting on the edge of the marble fountain on this freezing winter night. Honestly she couldn't even remember coming down here in the first place. No matter how far she looked back into her over stuffed memory not one image of her wandering down the slime covered alleys and to the fairly tidy square came to mind. “I am going crazy..." After a small giggle over the newly discovered condition of her mental health Kamira was back to her endless task of picking out every tiny detail she could dig up from the rather drab scenery as she’d done countless times before. Some say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result.
Shifting her cobalt gaze as the sound of tumbling trash cans rang from a back street Kamira watched a thin tabby dart away from the shadowy lane. She swore to herself through chattering teeth as an icy gust ripped through the square. The reason she was so upset with herself was half for being frightened by a mere kitten and the other half for not wearing something a bit warmer then a set of light jean bell bottoms held together by a few tattered shreds of cloth and her simple, and oversized, dark green shirt. After pulling the black fur laced collar closed around her frostbitten neck Kamira slipped her arms around her legs and pulled them close to her chest.
There was nothing to do out here, but her dozing home didn't hold much promise either. With a flick of her wrist the dark eyed girl tucked a few stray locks of hair back to their cozy place behind her ear. After all out here she could always perform a few small tricks. Perhaps make the head of the smiling marble cherub blow to smithereens in about four hours? Nah, that was much too predictable…
