Post by marion on Jul 12, 2011 20:04:19 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
It seems to me you have lost your wits….Like me.
NAME Rose Marionette Marsh. (Prefers to be called Marionette, call her rose and she will stab you with a spoon)
AGE twenty one
DOB Feb 14th 1990
SPECIES human
SEXUAL ORIENTATION straight
ALLEGIANCE doesn’t know (Confusing and painful question to ever ask her)
OCCUPATION ballerina/Dancer Show girl
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR Blonde or very platinum blonde
EYES A deep Blue
PERSONAL STYLE Marion usually wears dresses or gothic Lolita clothing from corsets to frilly skirts which always pulls judgment from others.
PLAY BY Christina Aguilera
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES
- kitties
- Lipstick(Great for drawing on mirrors)
- Blue roses
- Peanut butter
- hot showers
- handsome men
- dancing
- playing fun games
- her psychiatrist
DISLIKES
- Roses (Just not blue ones)
- Peanut butter and jelly(Just peanut butter is good)
- Fires
- Confined spaces
- Needles
- Quiet
- too many people talking at once
- daddy…
- fighting
STRENGTHS
- Flexible Body structure.
- Capable of handling a weapon and using it upon someone, inflicting damage
WEAKNESSES
- Talking about her past
- Mentioning her mother
- Being mentally unstable
SPECIAL SKILLS
- Perfect singing skills
- Excellent dancer
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU
- Unstable
- kind
- Insane
- Loud
- Curious
- Sexy
- Flirty
- Playful
- Violent
- Insomniac
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN Baltimore, Maryland
PARENTS
Mother:
Maryann “Porcelain doll” Genevieve Marsh-Douglass, Deceased
Real Father:
Unknown
Current Father
Ryan Conner Douglass, Deceased
SIBLINGS
Lily Isabella Douglass, 17, deceased.
Michael Riley Douglass, 13, deceased.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER nope.
OFFSPRING none
HISTORY
Try being born as a bastard child, living your life unaware till the ripe age of four. Marion’s mother was unhappy discovering she was pregnant with a child from another man afraid what her husband would say she lied to him saying it was their child until she was born she looked different from all the rest, but of course genetic mutation could of occurred during the process but her father knew something was up with everything. Marion grew up learned how to walk and talk nothing wrong with her at all, her mother was a famous dancer of the name Porcelain Doll, so Marion would always try to dance with her and become a dancer like her.
The only thing wrong with everything were her parents, that would always fight and argue but she never knew what…her siblings didn’t care so they would ignore it. When Marion turned four, her mother hung herself in the attic leaving a note saying she didn’t care anymore. Marion thought it was her fault and when her mother died, her father looked at her differently now he started beating her constantly everyday her siblings did nothing about it and ignored it like they did when mom and dad would argue.
Till the age of seven, her father came towards her and tried to beat her sloppy drunk she tugged away and he fell hitting his head against the table end killing him instantly, Marion fell back knocking over the candle that lit the window sheets on fire, afraid and terrified she ran outside forgetting to wake her siblings up she passed out and woke up to find her safe in a police car, her whole house burnt everyone dead in it and gone. She cried and never forgot the day.
Living in the orphanage, Marion developed several disorders due to the abuse and the tragic night of her families death, some of the disorders including; Sleepwalking, nightmare and Post traumatic stress disorder the others were found to be unknown but one showed signs of schizophrenia behaviours, she was seeing a psychiatrist daily trying to function in life which she did, being school at the school orphanage was hard enough with all the children picking on her about her nightly screaming or constant sleepwalking that lead to her waking up at the edge of the roof.
Through the years, Marion has been getting better taking medication and trying to live a normal life while at the age of thirteen she had developed a passion to dance like her mother even sing, so her dream career was be a famous singer and dancer. Orphans came and went, parents adopting them left and right but no one ever wanted her, she was stuck there for the rest of her life watching her friends leave and have lives of their own. Half of the time the only friend she really had was her psychiatrist and he never left her, never.
Around the age of eighteen, she moved on left the orphanage and still kept in touch with psychiatrist meeting with him every Wednesday. She found a job as a waitress at a private bar that placed on shows by the Masquerade, obsessed with the idea, she decided to try out and next thing she knew she was a dancer, taking upon the name of Marionette; going around different states performing in front of people in very high places living the life. Now twenty one, she is taking a little break here and there, trying to get in a good collage trying to make something of her life, if only if she knew what her life was…
(My history sucked, so if it needs to be edit I will do so.)
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS Re
RP EXPERIENCE 2+ years
OTHER CHARACTERS none
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The key pushed in to it's assigned fate, she twisted her fate slowly, opening the closed door that lead to mystery world that would probably lead her to doom or save her from her twisted errors, her own mind. She actually felt safe among the doors, she placed down her jacket listening to the collapsing shuffling sound, her dreams were slowly becoming nightmares and the estranged black box stood frozen with a menacing silence that drove her mad. Picking up the small black box, she clicked it and the music began playing Helena by Chemical Romance, and she began dancing to the instrumental part, she flapped her arms like a swan and slowly twirled around the room feeling like a bird.
Stopping she dropped down on her knees and broke into small tears; she lay on her side and held her knees close to her breast. Sobbing, she closed her eyes and fell softly asleep hopefully remaining at peace. But soon enough the music changed to Still Doll, having no control of her body the demon took control and she began dancing, sleep walking was the most peace she got but still it would deceive her and send her back to her nightmarish world
Stopping she dropped down on her knees and broke into small tears; she lay on her side and held her knees close to her breast. Sobbing, she closed her eyes and fell softly asleep hopefully remaining at peace. But soon enough the music changed to Still Doll, having no control of her body the demon took control and she began dancing, sleep walking was the most peace she got but still it would deceive her and send her back to her nightmarish world
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
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