Post by devi on Jul 22, 2009 19:05:40 GMT -6
Name or Nickname: Real name's Sarah, just call me Devi, or Dev.
Gender: 100% female, I do believe. >.<
Age: 19
Who were you referred by?: Um.. Nobody. I run a site with fires, and decided to join her other site for the hell of it.
Contact(s):
AIM- ffuque0fff
Email- o0devi0o@tmail.com
Years and Experience Roleplaying: Well, since I was about 9 years old.. A good ten years. Where? Well, I've had my share of neopets, gaia, proboards, invision, and quite a few others. I've also owned and designed quite a few roleplay sites myself.
The Genres: Wolf, fantasy, vampire, shapeshifter. That's pretty much my range.
Role Play Sample:
WARNING: Contains foul language. As do all my posts. >.<
The Journal...[/u]
Do not love me... For I bring mishap. Do not envy me... My life's a living hell. Do not underestimate me... For I am fatal. My name's Devi. Devi who, you may ask? That's none of your fucking business. So, now, shall we? Very well. I grew up in a place now called, New Orleans. My mother was a not only a druggie, but a drug dealer. It's disdainful to have thought I actually called her mother. What a poor example of a mother. My father? What father? She slept around with so many guys, it would take years to discover my biological sire. I lived as a frail child, bags under my eyes each day, weak as a rat. Never stood up for myself, let alone other people... I was more so distant, and secretive. I lived my life in quiscience. I remember I was at a carnival once, and I discovered the fortune telling machine. Believing that it would actually grant a wish of mine, I scrimmaged for a quarter, and tryed it out. I'll never forget the odd words that shaped that screen, as I set my palm on the base. 'You are not like the rest... One day you'll pose a threat.' At the time, I didn't believe it. But I do believe, sub-conciously, I did... For I was not at all suprised when that special day all of us shifters have once in their life, came, and bestowed upon me this wonderful burden... I was at the age of 13, in desperate need of money, for my mother never thought once for food, or perhaps, supporting her only child, that was extravagantly lucky to not have some type of birth deformation. So I took it upon myself. I jacked her stash of drugs, and sold them on the corner street. Made quite abit, a decent $750. Plain and simple. Yeah, well, the money got to my head. It got to the point where it became a daily routine to steal my mother's drugs, and get my share of doe. But it caught up to me...
"Wow, this coffee's damn good. Where did you say you got this? Oh yes, right.. Back to the heavily fascinating story, that is my life."
A sheepish grin had chiseled itself onto the lips of my interviewer, I later noted, with little interest, that casual conversation was not what he was being payed to do. Charming, I must say. His face held a boyish quality to it, not much my style, but I recall forcing myself to take in his features, with a horrid attempt at comparing. Perhaps, at an earlier stage in my life, I would have found this man to be somewhat attractive, but I just couldn't see it now. I never do. I don't see their faces...
One night I returned, and mother, (one of the first times I ever saw her not tweaked out, yes, eye twitching and all) was waiting at the door for me. We got in a physical fight, of course I was the one bundled up on the floor in a puddle of blood... I had not yet gained my power... After awhile of simply laying there, too careless to get up, and patch up my wounds, I began to have this extremely painful sentiment. It brought me to the brink of tears, before I felt my body lift up, every vein in my body must have been tearing at their seams, combusting with the most excilerating burning sensation.Had I been older at the time, I'm almost positive it would of been the cause for an instant-orgasm. Something tore out of my flesh... Hell, it felt like the gremlins were inside of my stomach, wanting to get out. After some time, however, the pain left, and I realized I had a renewed sort of stamina... Though, the odd thing was... I had four legs, and they weren't my natural skin color... Believe it or not, it wasn't the "skin" I was seeing... What should have been my bloodied hands, had been sheathed in what looked to be lethal paws...They had a feline-quality to them. Quickly, I ran to a mirror and noted the fact that I had been magically transformed into a black panther. Either that, or I was hallucinating, both very possible. And, after discovering such power, I began to work on my abilities... I began working out daily, 4 hours straight, continuously exercising, I continued to sell my mother's drugs for money, and payed my way through a year of sensai classes, and dagger martial arts. So, in other words, I turned myself into a lethal weapon... And a gutsy one as well...
Around the age of 15, I became vengeant, had nothing but hatred, and distaste for my mother... I returned from my last class of martial arts that day, determined to have my revenge. I went home, a rather descreet dagger in my hand, not the faintest bit nervous. I casually walked into her room, she was too drugged to care what I did to her. I very simply, slit her throat. Yes, that's right, I slit her god damn throat, and she deserved every bit of it. After that, I was all prepared to make a run for it. I had 2000$ in savings from selling the drugs, and I had already got my bags packed the night before. Fleetly, I grabbed the cash, the bag, and my two revolvers (don't test my patience, and dare ask where I obtained my instruments), stripped them to my waste, and ran like a bat outta hell. I ran until I reached the neighborhood park, and I hid under the bridge, determined to stay there for the night. News was out, that Devi Anarchii had been accused of murder, and drug possession. I merely laughed at this... I loved a challenge now and then, and this certainly was. The next morning, I awoke to find a patrol officer checking my bags. I quickly shoved him out of the way, and grabbed my bag. "What the hell do you want?" I demanded. He got up quickly, and shot me in the leg. I wasn't so quick to defend myself, as I would be now. Now, if I see a cop and he's anymore than 50 feet away from me, it's a call for bloodshed. A nice way to indulge in my crimson fantasies... Anyways, he caught me, handcuffed me, and shoved me along, towards his car. When we arrived at the police headquarters, there was a whole crowd of newsmen. The flash, and so much attention, not including the gun shot wound in my leg, induced my sinsiter side. I kicked the guy who held me in the nuts, and it was uncontrollable, the beast in me tore out. Within seconds I was a panther, lunging for her kill. Afterwords, I ran, my speed and agility was so incredible, going at this rate with this much stamina, would certainly get me there in no time. Where's 'there' you ask? Anywhere... Anywhere I could hide, and freely roam as a shifter. I was uncertain wether that place existed or not, but I was persistant. Not to mention, they got me, my panther form, my shifting, and the killing all on video... Fucking naive, ignorant media. From that day on, I was stalked be the pigs of each town. When I say pigs, I mean 'cops, police' whatever the hell you wanna call them. In my eyes, they're nothing but pigs. After about a year of running from the cops and such, I finally discovered the town of Ethereal Dreams. It was not at all like new orleans, but hell, it would do... And I soon found, that it would do just fine. I decided to reside there for the rest of my days if possible. Any law enforcement that engaged me, lost their lives. I was hell in a woman's body, baby. After awhile, I met Landon, at the bar he tends. We became close friends, and that close friendship soon turned into love. (Ha, didn't actually think you'd escape the all-too pathetic love portion of the story, did you? Shame..)
I always looked at the word love in disgust, but now my whole world revolved around it. Landon left for a years' time, to go to some type of military base... It got to me, but I did fine, and it passed by quickly. When he returned, we confessed our love for eachother, and became closer than humanly possible. If we weren't side by side, then we were assumed to be ill... Ha! But anyways, that's when- just recently, all hell broke loose.... I lost... Everything... I was walking to the coffee shop, as usual, when an undercover lab scientist snuck up behind me and drugged me. I fell unconcious, only to wake up in some type of medical region. I was dazed, and confused. After awhile of being treated like an animal, and putting up with this testing bullshit, I got the nerve to escape my cell, and discover where I was... Above the front desk read: 'Institute for Men and Women of the Supernatural' Well, anyone who knows me, will be the first to tell you- That would not go unnoticed. It pissed me off beyond reason. I had learned to activate my shifting side over the years, although it was rather painful, it was needed greatly. I call it forth, yet, it didn't quite work... They had injected some type of transluscent shit into my veins, that set my shifting reaction to sleep temporarily. It wasn't long, before they dragged me back into my cell. I stayed there another 2 months, my thoughts continuously about Landon, and what it was he was doing... What he would think. Or perhaps he's found another? No... I soon found myself in the bathroom, dumping out the vials that held the drug block-reaction to my shifting, and refilled them with water. Fleetly, I returned it to it's original position, and waited... Waited until they would return to inject it into me, as they always did 4 times a day. The time came. My only chance out of that place. They injected the 'water' into my bloodstream, and left me to rest... After about an hour, I regained my train of thought, and reactions to my other form. The games had begun. I shifted into the "other me", and escaped my cell, determined to kill anyone who got in my way. And, I did. I mutilated every person that detoured my way out of there. I had finally escaped the chambers of hell (as I call it), and returned to Ethereal Dreams. I roamed the streets for about a month, awaiting the time I would collide with Landon. And it came... I ran into him at the park. He had thought I left him intentionally, and our relationship declined abit... I'm unsure how this will end, but damn it, it better be good, cause I risked my life more than once for this man...
We no longer speak to eachother now. So yes, it is now put to an end. Love may be impossible for me at this moment... I'm forever lost..
Stoic, pallid gray eyes, almost visibly harden as Devi snaps back to the present. Abruptly, with a muted scream, her dagger is within her clammy grasp, and slammed into the table. There's a faint creak, as the ancient mahagony material gives under the weight of the burdened slab of steel. Beneath it, now adorned with a well-centered hole, lies the journal that she had been mind-fucked into reading.. For the first time in years, she had found herself reading over the familiar handwriting, the saga of Devi Anarchii. To any normal man, this woman would much so resemble a goddess.
Long strands of raven silk, twist and dance against the unletting breeze that escapes through an open window. Nothing but the light of a single candle penetrates the darkness of her room, and a cascading moonlight flood that flush the surfaces with enough illumination for even the human eye. An hour glass sillhouette, standing in the corner, with one pale slender hand propping her up against the scarlet brick wall, is the only notable entity. Ghostly breaths escape from her parted, color-drained lips, as she forces the images from her mind's eye. "What the hell am I doing?" her words form audibly in the quiscience of her beat-down hotel room, laced with a thick, velvet voice, unobtainable by any normal human being. Normal... She snorts lightly, and pushes herself away from the wall. Indeed, she was far from normal. Not quite undesirably so, however.
So here she stands, once more on the move, and very much alive. The epitamy of hardship. Beauty, in it's darkest form. Devi Rin Anarchii.[/color][/font]
Gender: 100% female, I do believe. >.<
Age: 19
Who were you referred by?: Um.. Nobody. I run a site with fires, and decided to join her other site for the hell of it.
Contact(s):
AIM- ffuque0fff
Email- o0devi0o@tmail.com
Years and Experience Roleplaying: Well, since I was about 9 years old.. A good ten years. Where? Well, I've had my share of neopets, gaia, proboards, invision, and quite a few others. I've also owned and designed quite a few roleplay sites myself.
The Genres: Wolf, fantasy, vampire, shapeshifter. That's pretty much my range.
Role Play Sample:
WARNING: Contains foul language. As do all my posts. >.<
The Journal...[/u]
Do not love me... For I bring mishap. Do not envy me... My life's a living hell. Do not underestimate me... For I am fatal. My name's Devi. Devi who, you may ask? That's none of your fucking business. So, now, shall we? Very well. I grew up in a place now called, New Orleans. My mother was a not only a druggie, but a drug dealer. It's disdainful to have thought I actually called her mother. What a poor example of a mother. My father? What father? She slept around with so many guys, it would take years to discover my biological sire. I lived as a frail child, bags under my eyes each day, weak as a rat. Never stood up for myself, let alone other people... I was more so distant, and secretive. I lived my life in quiscience. I remember I was at a carnival once, and I discovered the fortune telling machine. Believing that it would actually grant a wish of mine, I scrimmaged for a quarter, and tryed it out. I'll never forget the odd words that shaped that screen, as I set my palm on the base. 'You are not like the rest... One day you'll pose a threat.' At the time, I didn't believe it. But I do believe, sub-conciously, I did... For I was not at all suprised when that special day all of us shifters have once in their life, came, and bestowed upon me this wonderful burden... I was at the age of 13, in desperate need of money, for my mother never thought once for food, or perhaps, supporting her only child, that was extravagantly lucky to not have some type of birth deformation. So I took it upon myself. I jacked her stash of drugs, and sold them on the corner street. Made quite abit, a decent $750. Plain and simple. Yeah, well, the money got to my head. It got to the point where it became a daily routine to steal my mother's drugs, and get my share of doe. But it caught up to me...
"Wow, this coffee's damn good. Where did you say you got this? Oh yes, right.. Back to the heavily fascinating story, that is my life."
A sheepish grin had chiseled itself onto the lips of my interviewer, I later noted, with little interest, that casual conversation was not what he was being payed to do. Charming, I must say. His face held a boyish quality to it, not much my style, but I recall forcing myself to take in his features, with a horrid attempt at comparing. Perhaps, at an earlier stage in my life, I would have found this man to be somewhat attractive, but I just couldn't see it now. I never do. I don't see their faces...
One night I returned, and mother, (one of the first times I ever saw her not tweaked out, yes, eye twitching and all) was waiting at the door for me. We got in a physical fight, of course I was the one bundled up on the floor in a puddle of blood... I had not yet gained my power... After awhile of simply laying there, too careless to get up, and patch up my wounds, I began to have this extremely painful sentiment. It brought me to the brink of tears, before I felt my body lift up, every vein in my body must have been tearing at their seams, combusting with the most excilerating burning sensation.Had I been older at the time, I'm almost positive it would of been the cause for an instant-orgasm. Something tore out of my flesh... Hell, it felt like the gremlins were inside of my stomach, wanting to get out. After some time, however, the pain left, and I realized I had a renewed sort of stamina... Though, the odd thing was... I had four legs, and they weren't my natural skin color... Believe it or not, it wasn't the "skin" I was seeing... What should have been my bloodied hands, had been sheathed in what looked to be lethal paws...They had a feline-quality to them. Quickly, I ran to a mirror and noted the fact that I had been magically transformed into a black panther. Either that, or I was hallucinating, both very possible. And, after discovering such power, I began to work on my abilities... I began working out daily, 4 hours straight, continuously exercising, I continued to sell my mother's drugs for money, and payed my way through a year of sensai classes, and dagger martial arts. So, in other words, I turned myself into a lethal weapon... And a gutsy one as well...
Around the age of 15, I became vengeant, had nothing but hatred, and distaste for my mother... I returned from my last class of martial arts that day, determined to have my revenge. I went home, a rather descreet dagger in my hand, not the faintest bit nervous. I casually walked into her room, she was too drugged to care what I did to her. I very simply, slit her throat. Yes, that's right, I slit her god damn throat, and she deserved every bit of it. After that, I was all prepared to make a run for it. I had 2000$ in savings from selling the drugs, and I had already got my bags packed the night before. Fleetly, I grabbed the cash, the bag, and my two revolvers (don't test my patience, and dare ask where I obtained my instruments), stripped them to my waste, and ran like a bat outta hell. I ran until I reached the neighborhood park, and I hid under the bridge, determined to stay there for the night. News was out, that Devi Anarchii had been accused of murder, and drug possession. I merely laughed at this... I loved a challenge now and then, and this certainly was. The next morning, I awoke to find a patrol officer checking my bags. I quickly shoved him out of the way, and grabbed my bag. "What the hell do you want?" I demanded. He got up quickly, and shot me in the leg. I wasn't so quick to defend myself, as I would be now. Now, if I see a cop and he's anymore than 50 feet away from me, it's a call for bloodshed. A nice way to indulge in my crimson fantasies... Anyways, he caught me, handcuffed me, and shoved me along, towards his car. When we arrived at the police headquarters, there was a whole crowd of newsmen. The flash, and so much attention, not including the gun shot wound in my leg, induced my sinsiter side. I kicked the guy who held me in the nuts, and it was uncontrollable, the beast in me tore out. Within seconds I was a panther, lunging for her kill. Afterwords, I ran, my speed and agility was so incredible, going at this rate with this much stamina, would certainly get me there in no time. Where's 'there' you ask? Anywhere... Anywhere I could hide, and freely roam as a shifter. I was uncertain wether that place existed or not, but I was persistant. Not to mention, they got me, my panther form, my shifting, and the killing all on video... Fucking naive, ignorant media. From that day on, I was stalked be the pigs of each town. When I say pigs, I mean 'cops, police' whatever the hell you wanna call them. In my eyes, they're nothing but pigs. After about a year of running from the cops and such, I finally discovered the town of Ethereal Dreams. It was not at all like new orleans, but hell, it would do... And I soon found, that it would do just fine. I decided to reside there for the rest of my days if possible. Any law enforcement that engaged me, lost their lives. I was hell in a woman's body, baby. After awhile, I met Landon, at the bar he tends. We became close friends, and that close friendship soon turned into love. (Ha, didn't actually think you'd escape the all-too pathetic love portion of the story, did you? Shame..)
I always looked at the word love in disgust, but now my whole world revolved around it. Landon left for a years' time, to go to some type of military base... It got to me, but I did fine, and it passed by quickly. When he returned, we confessed our love for eachother, and became closer than humanly possible. If we weren't side by side, then we were assumed to be ill... Ha! But anyways, that's when- just recently, all hell broke loose.... I lost... Everything... I was walking to the coffee shop, as usual, when an undercover lab scientist snuck up behind me and drugged me. I fell unconcious, only to wake up in some type of medical region. I was dazed, and confused. After awhile of being treated like an animal, and putting up with this testing bullshit, I got the nerve to escape my cell, and discover where I was... Above the front desk read: 'Institute for Men and Women of the Supernatural' Well, anyone who knows me, will be the first to tell you- That would not go unnoticed. It pissed me off beyond reason. I had learned to activate my shifting side over the years, although it was rather painful, it was needed greatly. I call it forth, yet, it didn't quite work... They had injected some type of transluscent shit into my veins, that set my shifting reaction to sleep temporarily. It wasn't long, before they dragged me back into my cell. I stayed there another 2 months, my thoughts continuously about Landon, and what it was he was doing... What he would think. Or perhaps he's found another? No... I soon found myself in the bathroom, dumping out the vials that held the drug block-reaction to my shifting, and refilled them with water. Fleetly, I returned it to it's original position, and waited... Waited until they would return to inject it into me, as they always did 4 times a day. The time came. My only chance out of that place. They injected the 'water' into my bloodstream, and left me to rest... After about an hour, I regained my train of thought, and reactions to my other form. The games had begun. I shifted into the "other me", and escaped my cell, determined to kill anyone who got in my way. And, I did. I mutilated every person that detoured my way out of there. I had finally escaped the chambers of hell (as I call it), and returned to Ethereal Dreams. I roamed the streets for about a month, awaiting the time I would collide with Landon. And it came... I ran into him at the park. He had thought I left him intentionally, and our relationship declined abit... I'm unsure how this will end, but damn it, it better be good, cause I risked my life more than once for this man...
We no longer speak to eachother now. So yes, it is now put to an end. Love may be impossible for me at this moment... I'm forever lost..
Stoic, pallid gray eyes, almost visibly harden as Devi snaps back to the present. Abruptly, with a muted scream, her dagger is within her clammy grasp, and slammed into the table. There's a faint creak, as the ancient mahagony material gives under the weight of the burdened slab of steel. Beneath it, now adorned with a well-centered hole, lies the journal that she had been mind-fucked into reading.. For the first time in years, she had found herself reading over the familiar handwriting, the saga of Devi Anarchii. To any normal man, this woman would much so resemble a goddess.
Long strands of raven silk, twist and dance against the unletting breeze that escapes through an open window. Nothing but the light of a single candle penetrates the darkness of her room, and a cascading moonlight flood that flush the surfaces with enough illumination for even the human eye. An hour glass sillhouette, standing in the corner, with one pale slender hand propping her up against the scarlet brick wall, is the only notable entity. Ghostly breaths escape from her parted, color-drained lips, as she forces the images from her mind's eye. "What the hell am I doing?" her words form audibly in the quiscience of her beat-down hotel room, laced with a thick, velvet voice, unobtainable by any normal human being. Normal... She snorts lightly, and pushes herself away from the wall. Indeed, she was far from normal. Not quite undesirably so, however.
So here she stands, once more on the move, and very much alive. The epitamy of hardship. Beauty, in it's darkest form. Devi Rin Anarchii.[/color][/font]