Post by CRISSATHA ISOBEL PANDORA on Nov 12, 2011 2:01:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#909090; border-left: 40px solid #505050;] CRISSATHA "ISOBEL" PANDORA "I settled down a twisted up frown disguise" THE BASICS, |
Full Name:
Crissatha Isobel Pandora
Nickname:
Cris, Icey, Bitch, anything but Crissy
Age:
Twenty Two
Face Claim:
Skye Sweetnam
A LITTLE DEEPER,
Alliance:
Islander
Personality:
Crissatha Pandora is a rule unto herself. Its hard to explain her exactly other then icy, but maybe we should go through the list, aye?
As a child, Crissatha was a very shy and withdrawn child. It’s hard not to have been with the life that she had. She was raised to be perfect and when she wasn’t she got yelled at for it. She soon learned to just keep her mouth shut and keep pressing on, don’t make friends make connections. She never spoke her mind ever she kept her opinions to herself. She was often bullied and picked on because she was higher ranking and had some power and they didn’t, thus causing Cris’s hate of other girls. She was a spoiled brat who never got spoiled. But hell did the brat part come out later.
When she got ran out of the village discovered real life, boys and all the rest, let’s just say that Pandora was an apt last name for this chica. It was like opening up Pandora’s box and nothing, I do mean nothing, could stuff her back in. Suddenly she was loud and obnoxious, often called a show off…but she was encouraged to be by the man who saved her life to be this way. He encouraged her to be herself and slowly he coaxed the turtle from her shell. She was always showing off her skill and avoiding classes whenever she could.
Then she nearly died. Because of how she did, Cris really shut down. That fire that once was so prevelant in her suddenly became more like a block of ice. Her close friends still saw that fire, but that was it, everyone saw the ice wall. She became cold and unfeeling, her emotions coming out only in her singing and nothing else. She was constantly pushing people away, though she remained a horrible flirt, using this connection with boys to try and fill a void so to speak.
Likes:
Chocolate , music, flirting, messing around, protecting those she thinks needs it, smacking sense intp people when they need it, singing, chocolate, singing, being her own person, being unpredictable, scaring people for her own amusement
Dislikes:
commiting, freaks her out; mother; being tricked; cryptic things; being called Crissy; girls; following the crowd; being girly; being what people expect; dancing; feeling weak; admitting to being weak
Strengths:
Not overly trusting, not get hurt , very musically inclined, Agile, protective, doesn’t trust easily, creative mind, fast, usually when barefoot, good sense of direction, can usually use her mouth to get out of bad situations
Weaknesses:
Usually her mouth gets her in worse situations, Doesnt let herself feel or trust, often leads to her ignoring what she should listen to , stubborn, extremely claustrophobic, her mother, commitments, Thinks she deserves to die due to her mother and the fact that she's almost died many times, can’t swim well, easily falls into panic attacks, sucks at comforting people
ON THE OUTSIDE,
[/size]Appearance:
Cris stands at 5’8 and she weighs about 120 pounds. She’s not shapely, she’s pretty flat in fact. Not that this ever stops her. She’s agile and lean though because of exercise and from the work she can do. Her eyes are a sharp and icey blue that usually seem guarded like she’s hiding from the world. HHer hair is a soft chestnut brown, her bangs usually fall in her face but the rest is just past her shoulders. Her build is lean rather than muscular or whispy, she’s not some fragile little girl to be taken care of, but she’s also not someone who can defend herself at all times.
THE PAST,
History:
From the beginning, Crissatha’s life seemed charmed. Her parents were high ranking members of the tribe, and thus so was she. She wanted for nothing and could usually get her hands on a lot. Her parents, however, expected her to be absolutely perfect…mostly her mother. This was because of her mother’s secret…Cris wasn’t her father’s child. Which meant she was a mar on her mother’s life and thus had to be imperfect. This, however, was a fact neither Cris, her sisters, nor her father ever learned. She was never treated any different except…well…her mother expected her to always be perfect. And when she wasn’t she was punished, secluded in a small dark place even though she panicked easily. Her sisters seemed to do it so easily, even the youngest, but Crissatha had a harder time of it. Her mother was a cold, hard, and domineering woman who refused to back down…ever. She was the head of the household at almost all times, and often managed to push her father into being a shadow who had no say in the things that happened in his life and the life of his family. That was just how Cris’s mother liked it.
Her sisters tried hard to make life easier, often taking her out of her mother’s attention as often as possible, making her laugh, trying to open up their shy sister far away from mother. And then Sharai was old enough to start telling mother what was going on. Not to get her sister’s in trouble, no, she was merely curious and figured her mother could tell her. Thinking that it was obviously Cris that was causing her sisters to stray off the path, it was Cris who got locked in a tiny room for hours on end to “think about what she had done.” And this just cause the young woman to shut down further. It also made her sisters just try harder to get her out, fretting about how out of touch their sister seemed to be.
They snuck her out with a bunch of other teenagers when she was only 14. And things…well…things happened. She wasn’t entirely sober, and one thing led to the next. She woke up the next morning next to him and not clothed. And she entirely freaked out, as most people would in her situation. She got dressed frantically and ran home. Her mother was livid. Her sisters would have waited for her but they couldn’t find her, and seeing the state her daughter was in, Arianna immediately knew what had happened. Cris was locked in the tiny room for a good twelve hours that time, and the panic attacks nearly killed her. Her mother ignored her screams, thinking it was for the best, and when she was let out Cris ran.
She ran into the forest even though it was practically suicide, it didn’t matter to her because she just wanted to get away. Away from that woman, away from that life. She wanted to try and live her own life. She stumbled through the forest, somehow managing to survive on her own, mostly by eating anything that grew on a tree…she wasn’t an idiot, she knew what she could and couldn’t eat out of the foliage. But she had no skill in hunting, and soon grew weak from this. She passed out.
She woke up a few days later in a strange place, and there was a strange man. She freaked out and tried to attack him but he just laughed. This man had saved her life when he had stumbled across her, and she soon found out he was only two or so years older than herself, ran out when he was about her age but unlike her he knew how to fend for herself. She stayed with him for a year and a half and he taught her to fend for herself. He also taught her how to laugh, taught her how to come out of her shell. He taught her how to be human again, and taught her she could sing which she does often now. He was her savior in every sense of the word.
She was out on one such “fending for herself” trip when she stumbled across a leopard. She tried to freeze and not catch it’s attention, but something had the creature livid with her. It chased her until she reached a cliff and without thinking, because she was looking behind her, she ran right off. She managed to grab hold of a root and catch herself, but the leopard plummeted after her to it’s death. She felt bad, but at the same time she was grateful it wasn’t her. And then she realized she was alone. Again. And dying. It was an experience for her to be like this, to be on her own again, no one to count on but herself. Whether she lived or died was in her own hands.
She did manage to pull herself up with a huge amount of effort. A year and a half of fending for herself had helped with this, helped her be stronger. She stumbled back to where she had first came across the leopard. She wondered what had caused her to go after Cris like that…and then she found it. At first, for some reason, it had just seemed like a moving shadow. But slowly the small female cub came into view. Immediately Cris felt horrible. This black leopard was so tiny, and the leopard that chased her was it’s mama…her mama that was now dead because of Cris. The little thing wouldn’t survive…So Cris decided there and then to make up for this mistake. She scooped up the little cub and named it Chii, her little shadow.
She became the cub’s mother, nursing it to health much as her friend had when he found her. He was just amused to see this nurturing side of the abusive young woman honestly. Which made her smack him.
A year later, the cub was stronger, so was she and she was sick of running. She wanted to go back. It took some convincing but the now nearly 18 year old young woman was determined to not go back on her own, and she got her friend to go back with her. She refused to go back to her mother’s house however. She saw herself as an adult now. The tribe was wary of this young woman coming out of the forest with another runaway and a leopard cub, but she didn’t give a damn, they would have to get used to it.
She got her own house with her friend and ignored the rumors and her standing in the tribe now. It was what it was and everyone else could suck it up. She fends for herself, and she likes the way she lives…anyone else can suck it.
Family?:
Arianna - mother -[31]
Phillip – Father -[32]
Merri – Older sister – [28]
Danni – Older Sister – [26]
Sharai – Younger Sister – [17]
THE ROLEPLAYER,
Name: Reesa or Luna
Age: 21
RP Experience: A million years
Other Characters:
How You Found Us: The wind told me
Sample:
Age: 21
RP Experience: A million years
Other Characters:
How You Found Us: The wind told me
Sample:
Roleplay sample here!
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