Post by Izarra Kasia Morgan on Nov 9, 2012 15:23:00 GMT -5
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[/color]Izarra Kasia Morgan;;
Nicknames;;[/color] Izar, Zara, Morgan
Race;;[/color] nephilim
Gender;;[/color] Female
Age;;[/color] 21
Sexuality;;[/color] Bisexual
Place of Birth;;[/color] England
Birthday;;[/color] December 12th
Occupation;;[/color] position and place of work.
Descended From;;[/color] Demon of Wrath- one generation ago, Demon of Acedia- two generations ago, Demon of Vanity 4 generations ago, Demon of Regret 6 generations ago and Demon of Envy 7 generations ago.
Power;;[/color] Power Mimicry. She can take on the power after physical contact with a powered individual and keep it until she takes on another power.
Requested Level;;[/color] 12 - I think that's okay for her age? And because she uses her powers often enough but doesn't/hasn't had to used them as much as others.
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Hair Colour;;[/color] Often changes because she frequently dies it.
Eye Colour;;[/color] Blue
Height;;[/color] 5’7
Weight;;[/color] 120ibs
Build/Complexion;;[/color] Slender/Porcelain skin tone
Description;;[/color]
Looks can be deceiving with Izarra, with lovely blue eyes she looks like an ordinary (maybe slightly eccentric) young woman and often dresses with style and fashion- sometimes even extravagantly and/or with a ‘hippy’ vibe. Wearing things on her head whether it be flowers, headbands or hats as well as ‘dressing up’ as a Pirate, Ninja, Cowboy, Indian, Greek Goddess, Grim Reaper, Zombie- anything is also something she enjoys. She looks as confident and sexy as she feels and can never be seen in ‘sweats’ or anything that doesn’t make her feel beautiful.
She loves her hair frequently changes the colour of her hair- often getting bored with it staying one particular colour and sometimes she goes back to colours she’s had previously and she always keeps her hair long- to at least just beneath her breasts.
She usually carries at least one dagger on her just in case she wants to spontaneously go cut people.
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Likes;;[/color]
- Taking pictures of the people I kill/torture and sticking them in her scrapbook of past victims because she calls it ‘art’ and she likes to look back fondly on those times.
- Seeing people in pain
- The sound of babies crying
- Torturing/hurting people and turning it all into a game
- Laughing
- Some pain herself (*cough*MASOCHIST*coughcough*)
- When people misjudge her because she loves that shocked look on their faces when she guts them alive.
Dislikes;;[/color]
- Unhealthy fat people.
- People that are ‘nice’, ‘goody two-shoes’ and Fallen (she generalises that all Fallen are saps)
- Ugliness
- Having to act ‘nice’
- Not getting her daily dose of violence
Fears;;[/color]
- People that are stronger than her- though she’d never admit it aloud.
- The idea of becoming fat
- Heaven - she thinks no one would understand her there and that she wouldn't fit in.
- Going bald.
Ambitions;;[/color]
- To help turn as many Fallen as possible into ‘fun’ people.
- To kill a Fallen and take their wings to turn into fake wings for herself because she thinks it’d be ironic.
- That when she dies- someone will make art as beautiful as hers with her corpse.
Secrets;;[/color]
- Her scrapbook of her past victims. It’s one of her treasures- something she cherishes deeply and not many people are special enough to see it.
- She loves pain. Seeing people in pain and being in pain.
- She doesn’t remember then first eighteen years of her life.
Personality;;[/color]
Zara can be best described as a psychopath. She has a superficial charm to her that she uses to come across as friendly or even somewhat innocent despite being the complete opposite. She’s coldhearted and lacks to ability to understand the feelings of others.
She’s very confident, selfish, self-centered and is a pathological liar- often making up extravagant and dramatic stories that are completely false of which she often uses in her techniques to cunningly manipulate people.
Zara is a sadist as well as a masochist and when it comes to hurting or killing people she tends to get really excitable, enthusiastic and happy- like a little child. She turns it all into a ‘fun’ game and whilst she’s having her fun and as she laughs she often likes to take pictures of her victims to put in the scrapbook she created for herself and sees all the messed up acts she does as ‘wonderfully magnificent and beautiful’ art and she feels no remorse or guilt over what she does what-so-ever because in her eyes she hasn’t really done anything wrong.
She’s easily bored, always wanting to do something- usually involving violence- and she acts on impulse over logical thinking and because of this she’s very irresponsible and isn’t easily controlled.
Her favourite games are ‘Who Can Collect The Most Blood’ ‘Operation’ ‘Hide and Go Beat’ ‘Human Sacrifice’ and ‘The Bogeyman’.
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History;;[/color]
Izarra doesn’t actually remember the first eighteen years of her life because her father- who was a Wrath demon with Memory Manipulation- took her memories from her.
However during those eighteen years she was very close to her father. She was always a ‘messed up’ girl from the start- starting from the age of six when she made her ‘first kill’ which was a little bald cat called Nibbles because she thought it was ugly and that’s where her blood-lust started.
Her mother wasn’t all that present during the start of her life and when Izarra was four the woman committed suicide but because the woman wasn’t around much the little girl didn’t really notice her passing.
As Izarra was growing up her father surprisingly he cared for her to some extent- seeing her as his prodigy and seeing her as his favourite of his three hundred and fourteen children. He raised her and taught her how to kill and torture. That’s where her love for turning it all into a game came from- because her father used to play the games with her. Despite being a Nephilim he saw her as almost as brilliant as a demon and he did honestly treasure her.
However, when she turned eighteen- legally an adult he knew that was the time to let her go. She was a magnificent cruel woman now and he was proud but he feared that he was becoming to attached to someone who was a mere mortal and that she should live her own blood-filled life.
So, he erased all memories of him and her mother from her mind. Erasing the love that came attached to those memories and creating an even more incredible monster in his eyes.
Izarra doesn’t actually question her loss of memories thinking there’s probably a reason she doesn’t remember and doesn’t really care about not having them. Not when she could spend her time doing better things- like torturing and killing.
She does remember the games she played and her kills and victims though- but they are mostly hazy and she knows it’s because there’s a missing piece to the scenes- someone she can’t remember and that slightly frustrates her for a fleeting moment but it soon passes.
She came to Alderford upon hearing about the civil war and thinking the whole thing would be a perfect ‘cover up’.
Town Request;;[/color] Maybe Alderres? More torturing/killing opportunities *cough*Alex*coughcough*
Role-Play Sample;;[/color]
It hadn’t been long at all since the Redferne siblings had landed in Carford which in Aria Redferne’s point of VIEW meant the city had pretty much won the war already because they were smart enough to enlist the expertise of her and her brother Tobias who were some of the best soldiers the world could offer. Definitely the best for their ages.
For a few days the two of them had stopped at the military complex whilst they browsed for an actual house to LIVE in. Of course, Aria was the one who wouldn’t settle for just anything. She had a clear idea of what she had wanted and she wasn’t going to settle for anything less. So what if they were technically homeless for a little longer?
But about two days ago she found the perfect place. Exactly what she had in mind- a large spacious house with three floors- at least two en suite bathrooms, a decent sized kitchen and dining area, a living room, a small library, a room of which she could turn into an art studio for herself- not caring whether Tobias liked it or not, a conservatory where she could sit down and read as the sun shone through the crystal clear windows and a large garden where she could spar with Tobias. Perfect. There was also some other rooms for Tobias too of course- since they both hand their own ‘floor’ in the three story house leaving the third as the ground floor common area.
She was just about to take her box of ART SUPPLIES to her floor when her keen eyes spotted something scurrying across the floor that caused her to stopped dead in her tracks and froze. She glared at the creature that also froze upon seeing her- clearly the thing knew a predator and potential threat when it saw one- and a low rumble of a growl rose from her throat. A fucking spider. She loved animals- mostly- but this was the one creature she absolutely despised. Why? Because the hideous things actually scared the shit out of her. She had been through a lot curing her life, seen a lot all of which should scare her but it didn’t. What did? A small spider no larger than two centimetres.
Not knowing what to do because there was no way in hell she was going anywhere near that thing and she needed it out of her way so she could go to her floor- she did what she always did in little situations like these.
“TOBIAS! Get your ass down here!” She growled.
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Fee • • A little over a year• • Panic!
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