Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2016 3:37:08 GMT -5
Lucretia Maria Angelo
CHARACTER;;
Play-By: Original by falsehood / danbooru.donmai.us/posts/2121645?tags=falsehood
Theme Song: Blood On My Hands by The Used
Name: Lucretia Maria Angelo
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Sexuality: Homosexual
Nationality: Lyon, France
Marital Status: Single
PHYSICAL;;
Description: Lucretia is a young woman of French descent. She stands at five foot four (5'4") and has a average build with a fair complexion. Her eyes are a dark brown, hazel to be more exact, matching her shoulder length hair of the same color, which can occasionally be mistaken as black in certain lightnings. Her skin is relatively soft and well taken care of. Though appearing rather feminine, she refrains from using makeup.
Weapons: Knives
Apparel: She is not fond of wearing pants, so she refrains from wearing them whenever possible. Style of dressing is simple, empathizing comfort and practicality over appeal. Her usual attire generally consist of skirts with a over-sized shirt (long or short sleeved) or a summer dress. During colder seasons, she adds various things to her wardrobe such as leg warmers and leggings. Footwear usually consist of a range of sneakers or boots that are black in color. Three studs are worn in each ear along the side to the tip of the ear. When she needs to carry things, she relies on a black single strap backpack. For her motorcycle, she owns a primarily black helmet with red accents.
Vehicle: 2016 BMW S 1000 XR (Red & Black)
Other: N/A
Stats:
Strength - 1
Speed - 1
Intelligence - 0
Endurance - 1
Agility – 1
Skills: N/A
MENTAL;;
Personality: Lucretia does not exhibit any abnormal behavior when left alone. Simply in her own environment, she seems to be that of the average person. She eats, she sleeps and she wakes. Since her time is spent alone, her hobbies keep her busy opposed to speaking with another person. She is generally calm and collected; assessing situations with a genuine desire to achieve the best outcome. Females and children are greeted with a warm smile and a polite demeanor. It seems that she needs to keep busy out of a fear of growing bored or not having anything to do. With her hobbies in particular, this can be averted unless the mood to do them isn’t present, upon which she seems to spend her time in a state of being upset until something successfully holds her attention.
It isn’t until she makes contact with others that her true nature surfaces. She shows signs of being emotionally shallow and lacking empathy at times, having no real desire to help others unless she can gain something out of it, feeling there is no need in the slightest bit to concern herself with other people. Prolonged interaction means there is something that she is seeking to acquire if she isn’t simply trying to take their life with the highest emotional payout. Neither lying nor manipulation is beneath her as they are merely tools to reach an end to a goal. She feels no remorse or guilt for the lives she has taken or for lives she intends to take. Killing is not something she sees as wrong but something that she sees as a form of pleasure similar to how someone may go to have a massage or spend time doing their favorite activity to relax.
Her true problem does not arise until she is within the presence of a male. Though physical contact isn’t necessary, simply being near someone of the opposite gender causes her personality to change. Her normal calmness is replaced by anger, rudeness, and a strong desire to kill the male who appears before her. Her genuine desire to kill for fun is replaced with a murderous intent to rid herself of what she perceives as a threat to her safety. The raw emotion she releases is nothing more than years of suppressed emotion from the event that caused her to fall into such a state.
Likes:
- Cooking
- Killing
- Music
- Reading
- Sweets
Dislikes:
- Boredom
- Men
- N/A
Obsession: Killing those she cares about.
Phobia: Androphobia (the abnormal and persistent fear of men), Haphephobia (fear of touching or of being touched)
Alignment: Neutral
Disposition to the Law: Chaotic
PAST;;
History:
I’m no different from the rest of my species…but I’ll let you be the judge of that.
I was born into a wealthy family, old money mainly with a few investments here and there, such as schools, hospitals, corporate offices to keep the income coming in. Thus, one can say that I lived a rather comfortable lifestyle and I’m not going to deny it, my life was comfortable. I had the life others dreamed of, with not a single care in the world. There was nothing I needed to ask for, not a single wish I couldn’t have granted. It was the perfect life…boring and uneventful. This was my childhood, continuing for years undisturbed by any eventful force. Thus the reality I knew as perfect remained and it seemed that it had no intention of ending….
That was until that eventful force came and disturbed my undisturbed life. It came in the form of my mother’s lover. Though it had not begun upon the initial meeting when I was eight, the seeds had been planted and I didn’t even realize it. No I was too young to realize it. What I saw, what I had grasped and clung to was a man who penetrated me with his kindness, taking on the role of the father that had died when I was young, filling in the void where my heart should have been. Warming up to me, getting beneath my skin and sinking his fangs into me. My weakness of longing for that father figure was exploited. How could someone do that to another person? Was it his plan from the start? To think I didn’t even put up a struggle until it was too late.
I was such easy prey for him, the perfect sheep.
His timing was perfect, we were alone, I was under his care and he cared for me till his heart’s content. His sweet words became my truth. His mask became a beautiful visage I generally reached out to for comfort. His thorns were my embrace as they dug into my skin rendering my flesh a beautiful color of red for him. At one point I wonder how the sight of such a pathetic girl looked to him. I wanted to know the sight of the thirteen year old girl he forced down on the bed that night? I wanted to know the sight of her slender frame as he exposed her flesh for his gaze? I wanted to know the thoughts he had as she screamed for him to stop, pleaded for him to not do anymore….pleaded for it to come to an end. I wanted to know if her tears were beautiful, if her body was what he expected, if the sight of her blood scared him or did it motivate him? I wanted to know if it was fun to taint every inch of her he could get his hands on? I wanted to know how he felt to steal her purity.
For just a short time I wondered these things.
Then I stopped. I wonder what I did to deserve such a thing. I hated myself for some time, I felt weak, vulnerable, but like all of my new found emotions, they were put on a time limit. Though it was not set by me…
When he came to me the second time for his “visit”, I had intended to enter him this time. I was wondering if I could stir up the same feelings in him that he had stirred up in me. Could I make him feel as dirty and insecure? Could I repay the one sided affection that was shown that night? I couldn’t take his purity but perhaps there was something more that he valued I could have in exchange for what I lost.
That night I learn something new about myself instead.
I did manage to find something important to take from him. Though I’m ashamed to admit I was like him. I took my time with him. The first slash was a surprise to him, I’m sure the look on his face was similar to the one I had on my face that first time we were alone. I know the next few slashes were random but he didn’t seem to like them as much as I did. He didn’t smile as I did, so I thought that maybe taking what he treasured could get him to smile as he did when he took my innocence. It was tough and he screamed, begged, pleaded and eventually cried when I took the area which he cried all men treasured. It seemed after that he no longer had the will to continue our evening together. How dare he not enjoy me anymore after what he did? I grew angry, very angry, so I penetrated him with my knife; I penetrated him over and over and over again. I continued till I exhausted myself.
What I discovered that night though was the joy of taking his most precious thing….his life. The feeling I still can’t put a touch on but it was much sweeter than the sweetest candy. His screams, the warmth of his blood on my hands, I wish I could have savored that moment forever. But I couldn’t so I needed to rekindle that moment so I could experience it again. Even though I knew what I had done was wrong, I loved the feelings that lingered from it. So I became a snake like him, slithering my way under the skin of the female workers and then taking their precious life as well. For men though, I had no intention of being near them, so I took their precious life differently, though it usually involved methods to keep them out of my sight, they all ended up appearing as accidents. Though I hated such things, I had no intention of letting such creatures get near me again. For almost two years this continued. Eventually though, the worst possible thing happened to my eventful world…
…I was denied my ability to take everyone’s precious life.
As the number of sheep I could pray upon decreased, the obviousness of my actions surfaced to the light. In this event it was my lovely mother which tried to take the knife from my hands. She wanted to send me away to get help. Something was wrong with me? Yes, I knew something was wrong but I couldn't help myself and she understood that. I was being human though, it couldn't be avoided and she didn't understand that. My stepfather had done what made him happy, so I was merely doing the same. Even if it was her, I wouldn’t allow her to take away what made me happy.
I loved my mother, I loved her so much.
She was such a kind woman, an understanding woman, only wanting the best for everyone around her.
She was perfect….thus she was boring.
Since she was boring….so I killed her…
Unlike the others whose precious life I had taken, I took extra special care to savior every last bit of my mother’s. She was special to me so I wanted her pain to be special. I slowly took my time with her. I wanted to remember her beauty and the painful expression on her face. It had to last forever in my memories.
Though she faded from the world, I still love her, my dearest mother.
With her gone, I made sure to finish the remaining servants off in my usual manner. Before I knew it thought, I was alone. So very alone…
And so I remained for years. With no one else to bring me happiness I remained alone in that house. I left when I needed to. I had more than enough of the boring money to buy what was needed, such as food. The temptation to take the precious life of those outside my home was strong but without a strong emotional connection, there was no fun in it.
So my life turned into a new form of peaceful, boring tranquility. Isolating myself from others gave me time to think. I thought about my passion and why I love the feeling of killing someone I held dear to me. Something about it was magical, though I had never tried killing some random stranger. This was just one of my many thoughts.
But one day I decided I would change. I would no longer live in such boring peace. If I needed to regain the magic that once brought me happiness by working for it, so be it. After all, all good things came with hard work. It was time to form bonds to break.
OTHER;;
Other: N/A
