Post by jle1993 on Mar 25, 2009 16:38:52 GMT -5
Phoebe Maxwell;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind
is now entering it's all in yer mind
About You;;
behind the RPer
behind the RPer
Name: Juliet
Age: 15
Years of Rping: 3
Contact: jle1993@hotmail.co.uk
ID Tag;;
Alias: Bee
Name: Phoebe Maxwell
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Age: 24
Species: Human
Job: Huntress
Religious Affiliation:COFAD (Church of Fate and DestinyDear Diary;;
Specialties:
1. Chains, ropes etc
2. Blunt weapons
3. Hand to hand
Summary:
She has a natural fondness for chains and ropes; enjoying the sounds and struggles her victims make when she slowly chokes them to death. She calls herself Huntress only to stop herself from being arrested for murder, though being honest she kills anyone and anything, not just supernatural beings. Her favored blunt weapon is a silver crowbar that she stole from a fellow hunter after she murdered him. Her first murder was committed when she was 19 - the victim was her sister - and the murder was committed during a argument. Her hand to hand combat was honed during her early years as a outlaw - before she became a huntress - when she had no other weapon than her chains and the law enforcers got to close for her to use them. Likes to kill - and is a complete sadist.
Weakness:
1. Impulsiveness
2. ‘Blood lust’
3. Competitiveness
Summary:
Phoebe often does things that could get her hurt or worse; she does them without thinking. Is she thinks something looks fun - or if she wants to prove she can do something - then she’ll go ahead and do it without thinking; more often than not leading to her getting injured. When she attacks someone or something she goes into a state of blood lust - meaning she wants to cause pain and spill as much blood as possible, losing all sense of everything around her except for her intended target. This leaves her vulnerable to those around her - she wouldn’t notice if someone with a chainsaw was approaching her if she were attacking someone else. She has a strong competitive nature - she can’t turn down a challenge even if she knows she can’t win. If she can’t win, then intend of fleeing she’ll just try and stop her opponent from winning as well. She can cope with draws, though she tries to win by any means needed.Appearance;;
Looks: She looks her age, though some take her for younger - never older.
Hair: Reddy-brown, though more red
Eyes: Green
Height: 5, 9
Marks: Freckles. A long scar down her back from a fight with a were-wolf.
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Pale
Body Type: Some curves in the right places, muscles that aren’t overbearing.
Clothing Style: Anything and everything that feels comfortable at the time
Footwear: Normally sneakers, though she’ll wear other things if she has to.
Summary:
Whatever she chooses to wear, there are some key things that never change in her attire. She always has a simple belt that holds a silver crowbar. Her trousers always have at least one chain hanging from them, ready to be used at a moments notice. In moonlight her hair can appear fiery - and some people have confused her with one of the undead because of her paleness. She is tall and definitely feminine; though she has more muscle than you’d expect on your average woman. She likes to show off the scar on her back; claiming that the were-wolf that gave it to her had ended up worse.Personality;;
Likes:
1. Fast cars
2. Winning
3. Making People Scream
Dislikes:
1. Going Slow
2. Losing
3. The Quiet
Flaws:
1. Impulsiveness
2. Over-Competitive Nature
3. Is Noisy
Summary:
She adores fast cars, though will take other modes of transport as long as they are fast. She’s the type of person who’d rather run than walk; she’ll jump into something without a thought rather than pause to think things through. She does crazy things on the spur of the moment without considering the consequences. She can’t stand to lose anything; if she thinks she’ll lose than she’ll try to take her opponent out of commission - she doesn’t care too much about winning as long as she doesn’t lose, though obviously a win is preferred. She won’t turn down a challenge - even if she knows she’ll get hurt - she can’t stand to turn down the chance to compete. She’s scared of quietness, one of her only fears, and will do anything to make sure there is always some noise - even if it means she loses the advantage of surprise, she can’t stand to be in a silent area. Her favorite way to break the silence is to make people scream.Background Check;;
Family Members: Father (Unknown), Mother Nancy, Step-Father Martin Sister Eleanor - Deceased
School Attended: North High - then Home Educated
Grade Level: Expelled In Freshman Year
As a child Phoebe was very morbid - as in she’d torture animals just to see how long it’d take for them to die. Her mother worried about her constantly until Eleanor was born, and then Phoebe was simply left to her own devices. Her step-father tried his hand at disciplining her, but all that led to was a knife in his hand with a giggling seven year old Phoebe staring at the blood. If it wasn’t for the intervention of her mother, Phoebe would’ve been sectioned from a young age. As it were though, Phoebe simply attended school - being quiet unless challenged; some challenges leading to little bloody noses and broken arms (not Phoebe’s) and multiple suspensions (all Phoebe’s).
By the age of fifteen Phoebe had been expelled from school - because she had broken her desk and attempted to bludgeon her teacher with some the pieces: all because he had said her reasoning was off and given her a B on a paper. She had not been arrested on the condition she attended counseling and anger management - and never darken the doorstep of North High again. She was more than willing to comply, spending her counseling session hurling abuse at the poor woman trying to help her - and doing similar things in her anger management sessions. At home she ignored her family - except for her sister who she repeatedly argued with; mostly because Phoebe killed animals to put in Eleanor’s bed. Her mental state steadily declined.
By the time she reached nineteen she was lost for good. Her sister Eleanor made the mistake once of calling her a fatherless psycho - and Phoebe decided to prove her right. Taking the chain from her trousers she choked Eleanor to death - slowly relishing in the pain she was causing, enjoying her sister’s struggles and choked screams. Once the deed was done, she fled - leaving for the forests where her mastery of chains and blunt objects improved. Frequent murders and fights led to her having to improve her hand to hand combat - and when at last she was captured, she had put up such a fight that police feared bars wouldn’t hold her.
So they struck a deal - they wouldn't arrest her, but they were going to give her over their 'higher ups'. This group turned out to be vampires, or rather, a group of vampire elders. At that point, if not for the events that follows, Phoebe would surely have been either died or been turned. Luckily for her though, on the day of her 'exchange' a band of Hunters came to perform a extermination - to kill the Vampire Elders and claim back the city. Once Phoebe realised what was going on she decided to help the Hunters - not wanting to die, as that would be the ultimate form of losing...and Phoebe did not want to lose. After the fighting Phoebe was given a choice, she could either be Hunter, or she could be killed, there was no third option - with her knowledge she could not be allowed to live a 'normal' life.
She chose to become a Hunteress, simply because it meant she could live - and she got to kill people. She could cause pain, fight when she wanted, become stronger and cause trouble, all without fear of punishment. To Phoebe, the job was not so much a job, instead it was a hobby. More than that, it was heaven. She has never looked back, moving forwards while cutting a bloody path.
Code Word:Do the mashed potato, do the twisteMad Skills;;
She sat, tapping her foot against the wooden floor, drumming her fingers on the oak table. Her eyes scanned the area around her, watching her target with keen eyes. The drumming intensified - and then without warning she stood. Marching over to the guy, she grabbed him by the arm and forced him out of the bar. At first he was too surprised to react, but by the time they were outside he was struggling against her.
She brought her knee violently up into his groin, relishing the groan of pain he let out. Shoving him into an alley, she yanked out her crowbar and whacked him in the stomach - hard. He screamed out in pain, doubling over to give Phoebe the chance to crack him over the back. He fell to his knees, and Phoebe took her chain to start choking him - keeping her knee in his back so he was being choked and pulled back, bending in a way than no human body should. She laughed aloud as he tried to scream, his adams-apple struggling against the chain. His face was slowly becoming purple, the bones in his back cracking. She could hear it, she could see it…and while it was happening Phoebe smiled.