Post by Imogen & Rakshasa on Jun 24, 2011 15:10:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450,bTable][atrb=style,background: #222222; padding: 20px; text-align: center;] Imogen Selden 17 - FEMALE - DECEMBER 10th- PANSEXUAL  "In your mind's eye lies a memory" Human Appearance Faceclaim:: N/A Height:: 5'7" Weight:: 144 lbs Special Features:: As a fully-possessed human, the mark lies imprinted onto her head, rather than a limb or her body. The sign is a strange twined pattern, but overall hidden thanks to her hair, but mostly effects her facial features. The mark has malformed her ears into looking large, black and pointed upwards (they look tapered, like a Doberman's). Her canines seem longer than most people's. Full Appearance:: She’s built a lot like a runner; she has longer legs than a torso. While not muscular, she’s not completely lanky either. Imogen has a bit of a smaller upper-body, but wider hips and thighs which makes her look a tad lopsided. The strange part about her is that right arm is nearly completely missing, only part of the shoulder remaining. She either ties up the arm of long-armed shirts or rips it off completely. Imogen has a ridiculous mane of black hair that’s bushy and wavy; hanging behind to her mid-back, her bangs slightly more tamed but tend to hang in her face, too. She doesn't really care if it's in her face or not. She has a heart-shaped face, though slightly on the gaunt side. Her eyes are large with long lashes that once had bright blue irises, though the colour changed to deep maroon after she was bound to a monster. Clothing-wise, she's not an odd dresser. She prefers to stick to fairly simple clothing styles that don't stand out too much. She likes sports jackets, vests or dress-shirts. She has little affinity towards short-sleeved shirts, she usually likes elbow-long or long-sleeved. Depending on formality, she'll either stick to longer dark-coloured skirts or jeans. She's not often in shorts, but she will wear capris. She loves argyle socks, which seem to be her one-and-only fashion weakness. She's almost never without them. Her only jewlery, which she almost always wears, is a red-beaded lucky bracellete and a smaller black braclette. Whenever fighting, she tends to prefer long military-style jackets added to her enseble. Due to being bound to the Bartghest, she takes on his traits when his power is released more. She becomes more canine in appearance. Her ears grow and elongate, as do her teeth, her eyes turn completely red. Her limbs grow darker towards the digits (fingers), growing dark claws an a thin mat of fur that ends just above the wrists. Her feet/legs elongate and appear more canine, and she walks on the very frontal pads of her feet. This form makes her stronger and faster with more physical capabilities than normal. Attitude Full Personality:: It's probably good to start with the basics; first of all, she's mute (as far as people know). She never speaks, her reactions only being nodding, shaking her head, hand signs or writing a quick note to people. For the most part, she seems to keep to herself. Her reserved and secretive nature doesn't allow her to divulge much, but at times, she's almost clumsy with information. If pried enough, she tends to let out a detail or two. Despite being reserved, she tends to stare a lot (and I do mean a lot). When someone grasps her attention, she tends to sit there and stare at them, usually making everyone feel uncomfortable and awkward. She'll usually react after awhile, but for the most part, her creepy stare is excels in creeping the hell out of people. Other than the obvious, she's very honest and straight-forward (brutally so). She's strictly polite (holding open doors, not interrupting people) and tends to treat everyone on an equal basis (mind you, equal is staring at them creepily until they shut their howling screamer). Despite being polite, she does have a breaking point. Listening to arguing and loud people tends to shorten this fuse, and she's not afraid to react violently to make said offender stop. Among other things, she's quite the hobbiest. When not training with her sword, she's a very good chess and mahjong player. Before the accident, she was also an accomplished violinist. With a soft-spot for children, she will never hurt or react badly to young children. She's maternal to a degree, often being a silent helper in the shadows for those she deems important enough to help and assist (these people are far and few between for her). It should be duly noted that important things to her are often the subject of nicknames. Rakshasa, on the other hand, is another story. The Bartghest is a rather enigmatic and conniving individual with a silver tounge to boot. It's not uncommon for him to use the girl's mouth to voice his insults, which leads to her problems. He loves mind-games and manipulation of humans, especially their inner-desires and frail minds. He has a habit of voicing her thoughts for her too, whether she likes it or not. It's not hard to tell when Rakshasa is speaking (mostly because she cannot speak) with his gravely, deep voice. Because of this, Imogen and Rakshasa tend to clash a lot, leading to many inner arguements. Likes::
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Hobbies:: Swordsmanship, Mahjong, Checkers, Go, Backgammon, Chess, brisk walks in the morning, Reading Occupation:: Student Notes of Interest:: Rakshasa the Bartghest Gender: Assumed male by persona Age: ? Appearing as a large, black dog roughly the size of a horse. It's got the sleek form of a hound though with shaggy, jagged hair with pointed ears with a larger chest and a tapered back. The most defining feature of the Bartghest is it's bright, chilling red eyes. While the Bartghest has an array of it's own powers, he is limited unless his full power is released. He can change into very specific forms (even human, abliet missing a head). He's stronger and faster than most people with a freakish regeneration, and is also able to emit an ear-piercing howl that can disorient an frighten his victims. Legend says when you see a Bartghest, you are destined to die soon. Rakshasa himself is more of a physical fighter. He can use most of these through Imogen, though watered down. (This i not a full compilation of abilities she can use-- only describing Bartghest alone) Ability List:
"Liberachi" her Katana: A red-sheath at her hip holds a long katana that she uses for combat. While traditionally weilded with both hands, she has learned to adap to use it with only one hand. This regretably leaves her right flank open, but it also leaves her a wider area of attack. History Full History:: I know, I know There's something I've forgotten Like a time, a place A shattered memory From her birth, Imogen had it all. Looks, family, riches, friends and all the joy a child could ask for. The Selden family was known for it's prestigous riches that the young girl was lucky enough to be born into along with her baby sister, Venice, and raised by her Father. Her life was relatively normal, if not a bit hectic. Her life was crammed with studies, music lessons, training and many other things to make her into a proper lady at a very young age. She was overwhelmed, but determined to be the best she could. Her constant struggle with her busy schedule made it hard for her to do things like socialize, but she always had a close circle of friends she could always confide in. When she hit an appropriate age, she even started dating a pleasant young man whom she felt a very strong attraction to, even entertaining ideas of soul mates. Unfortunately for the starcrossed lovers, this was not a tale that could end happily for them. For me it's more Than I can seem to handle It's the pain, my mind Is writing on the wall Determined to have a perfect heir to his fortune and company, the young girl's parents had absorbed even more of her time into schooling, lessons and whatever they deemed neccessary for her life. It became an increasing struggle for the girl to find time to herself. Desperate for time for herself, she resorted to sneaking out and skipping classes in order to find a sliver of time. This slipped under the radar of her father's attention, due to their distraction under the pressure of company attendance and issues. Her marks slipped and suffered, but she continued it if only to see the one she loved. To her, it justified it in the end. Over time, it became increasingly difficult for them to see each-other, Imogen finding it even difficult to contact them. In the days she spent in her sister's room, reading the toddler stories about princesses being rescued from towers and the dashing beasts that existed in a world beyond imagination, she felt a strange comfort in the myths and legends. Imogen never forgot the day... it was rainy, cold and miserable. The smell of filthy water, car exhaust and ozone hang thickly in the air, making her pull her scarf over her face. Imogen skipped school, unaware she had been missing one of her important exams. She made her hurried pace to the familiar house on the corner, eager to visit the residents inside. Much to her surprise, there was no one around. No cars in the driveway, no lights on, no movement inside the house. She peeked in the window, noticing it very empty and vacant. Dismayed and confused, she stepped back, trying to gather her thoughts. This was the right house, she knew it was. Her eyes peered down, noticing a small piece of paper underneath a crude old welcome mat they had left behind. Upon slipping it out, she noticing her name written on the front. The note, written in the neat-yet-messy cursive she had always known, held a message she never wished to think about again. It was something she promised herself as the insults and screaming echoed in her head from her parent over the missed exam. Friends gone or distant, school grades slipping, family constantly busy. Imogen felt a strange hollowness within her. She had no choices of her own, her only purpose was to be what her parents wished her to become. The only thing she vaugely recalled to as joy in her life was her sister, who presented her with dandelions whenever she looked sad. The truth, you lied You said it can convince you to Give up, this place Will never set me free For the first time in a long time, it was going to be a family day. It was a vacation her father planned for months, wanting to take their children out. Imogen had been unenthusiastic and best, being adamant about not going. Upon being forced, she reacted negatively over it. Somewhere along the way, the car speeding down the dark highway, there was a loud echo that seemed ring in the girl's ears. Venice cried, blubbering about seeing something outside the windows. There was a hard impact to the car, throwing it back as the windows shattered, following by loud banging that nearly deafened her. Another crash up against the car, it was thrown off the road, rolling down into a deep ditch. Beneath the crumpled metal, nothing stirred but Imogen. Between fazes of consiousness, her blurred vision tried to correct itself and drink in her surroundings. What happened? Upon looking up, the stained interior of the car had shown her the true results of what had happened. Her father was dead, his head completely missing with his chest filled with bloody holes. Horrified, she turned over, gawping at the scene of her little sister with cold, dead eyes. Imogen wanted to scream, but nothing came out. She jerked her body away, only to wail in pain as she had noticed the bent metal frame of the car nearly cut clean through her arm. The jerked pushed had finally released it, tearing the ligament off completely. It all gets fuzzy here... She recalled weeping in pain in the ditch, clutching onto the bloody stump where her arm once was. There was a man who approached her, tall and dressed darkly, with precariously placed hat atop of his head. He told her she would die, cold and alone, surrounded by dead bodies. Imogen pleaded for help, she'd do anything to live, not wanting to die in such a place.... "Anything? You'd make a deal with the devil so you can live out the rest of your miserable life?" All she remembered was agreeing somehow, finding this to be her only option. Whatever happened now was irrelevent if she didn't live. Imogen had unwittingly made a pact with a creature in order to live, and not a benevolent or fair one at that. When she had awoken in the hospital, she believed it a dream. Arm missing, and her voice inexplicably gone. At least until a deep, demonic voice rumbled in her mind. Her thoughts were now his, and her body was now a shared vessel. She returned to school in her own desire to finish the schooling she had failed. She does this, and undergoes under the pact with her monster. She daily searches for what killed her family and ruined her life, though under HIS conditions. I won't let you die. In exchange.... 1. You'll do what I want when I ask of it. 2. Once a month, you will give me full control of your body for a day. 3. You will call me Rakshasa, and nothing else. Are my eyes too blind To find illusions from deep inside, growing? What I lost to find And what I find brings me here OOC OOC Alias:: Rakshasa Other Accounts:: -- Password:: Cookies |
