Post by Trinity Keating on Apr 13, 2010 20:12:19 GMT -5
;;Natala Danielle September;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
It’s All About You
Behind the Puppet Master
::NAME::[/blockquote]
Kat
::AGE:
19
::GENDER::
chick
::RP EXPERIENCE::
long ass time
::CONTACTING YOU::
AIM, PM, EMAIL, MSN
::ACTIVITY::
lots
::THE PUPPETS::
Aliyah
Nakita
Leigh
The Identification Tag
Character Basics
::ALIAS::
-Dani or Nat
::NAME::
-Natala Danielle September
::AGE::
-25
::GENDER::
-Female
::ORIENTATION::
-Straight
::SPECIES::
-Human
::JOB::
-None
::RELIGIOUS AFFILATION::
-None
Where Your Abilities Fall
The Character Talents
::STRENGTHS::
-good runner.
-strong for a chick.
-trained to fight.
-trained to use a knife.
-good cook.
::SUMMARY::
Basics right? I did track in high school when I had the time so that built up my ability to run. I am pretty fast and I will not deny that. I also have a lot of muscle on me which is surprising for a girl my age. I need a lot of muscle to get rid of the bodies that I tend to cut up. I've been trained to fight in almost everyway known to humans. Again because I need to defend myself and take care of my victims as fast and efficiently as I can. Now my training with a knife is somethign I did myself. I have found that the knife is the best way to take out a person adn I have learned ways to use it efficiently to easily take out a target. Lastly I am an exceptional cook. This is a result of me having a very picky taste in food and I like things better when i make them myself. Besides it helps me calm my urges to kill.
::WEAKNESSES::
-doesn't keep friends.
-won't trust.
-knives.
-smart ass people.
-cold hearted people.
::SUMMARY::
Ha! Weaknesses? Alright fine. I don't trust people. I mean why should I? No one is good enough for me. So I am not going to keep them around. I usually bury them under my house. The next thing is that I won't trust people. Not that I can't I just won't. I've been screwed over so much my entire life and it just works better to not trust anyone. Ah knives. I love knives. Anyone who offers me a knife will die less painfully than someone who doesn't. My last two weaknesses are the same. I absolutely love people who are smartasses and are coldhearted. Those two things are such lovely combinations and its nice to find in people.
The More Human Side of Things
Human Appearance
::HAIR::[/size]
-Crimson red
::EYES::
-Ocean blue
::HEIGHT::
-5 ft 10 in
::WEIGHT::
-125 lbs
:MARKS::
-one eyebrow piercing.
-pair of snake bites
-sixteen piercings in her ears total, including both cartaliges.
-japanese tribal tattoo on my left thigh.
-flower tribal tattoo on my whole back.
::SKIN TONE::
-pale
::BODY TYPE::
-athletic
-curvy
::CLOTHES::
-skater
-punk
::SUMMARY::
Yeah I'm hot. It's no big deal really, but its always a nice thing to have when it comes to finding my victims. They are usually men and the minute they get a look at my body they instantly start drooling. Like I said it makes it soo much easier to pick people to kill. My eyes are an ocean blue, sometimes I've been told that they are a little too blue to be human. But then again I am the closest thing to a monster besides the real thing. My actions have been called unhuman by a number of people. Which is no surprise. I stand about five feet ten inches tall and I weigh about one hundred and twenty-five pounds, on a good day. Usually I weigh less because I don't eat as much as I'd like too. Next up we have my markings. They are pretty cool. I have one eyebrow pierced, two snake bites, and a total of sixteen peircings in both my ears total. I did all of them myself. Not to mention the two tattoos I have. The one on my back is of japanese cherry blossoms each one is a person that I have killed. The tribal tattoo on my thigh is one I gave to myself out of boredum one day. It was the blood of one of my victims and a hot needle. Pretty interesting actually. Yes I will admit I am a bit on the pale side but I make up for it in my athletic and curvy build. Not to mention my revealing and awesome punkish clothes. If you want the right choice of man you need the right type of clothing. Thats all there is too it.
Personality is Everything
How They Might Act
::LIKES::[/size]
-alcohol.
-sex.
-knives.
-blood.
-burgers.
-men.
-death.
-cigarettes.
::DISLIKES::
-bitches.
-women.
-authority.
-elderly.
-children.
-annoying people.
-guns.
::FLAWS::
-mean
-rude
-violent
-coldhearted
-evil
::BLESSINGS::
-funny
-loyal
-protective
::SUMMARY::
Alright simple enough. I like quite a few things actually and don't look at me weird because of it. Alcohol and sex are a given I mean come on look at the kind of place I grew up in. I also love the site of blood. Its enough to push me into an orgasm. Burgers are good too. Actually the two together are an excellent pair. Those two together are absolutely amazing. Next up we have men. Obviously if I am going to love sex then I am going to love men. Men are interesting creatures and they are my main target for killing. I love to watch their last breath leave their lips and knowing that I was the one who caused it. What a rush. Death is another one of my favorites too only because I love the feeling it gives me after I've expirienced it. The last thing that I love has to be cigarettes. You put sex, men, blood, death, and cigarettes together and you have my ideal night. The perfect night for killing.
Things that I hate? Well that's not that hard. First off I hate bitches and I hate women. The two are practically the same in my eyes and I can't fucking stand them. Having seen my mother die and grown up around men, I just hate women. There's nothing I can do to change that. I also detest authority anyone who tries to prove that they have power over me will most likely end up in the bottom of a lake somewhere in tiny little pieces. I do not take orders well. From anyone. Also elderly, children, and just straight up fucking annoying people. I hate them all. Elderly because well they're old. Children because the stupid little fucks run aroudn everywhere screaming mommy and daddy. Ugh I hate children. Stupid people well do I really need to say anymore? I mean come on they are fucking stupid. The last thing that I hate has to be guns only because they are stupid. They don't give a person the full feel of what its liek to kill a person. A knife is so much better because you can get so close to them and watch their life leave them as their blood flows. Now that is the way to go.
Hmmm. Flaws and blessings? Well my flaws will be pretty easy. If you couldn't have guessed I am mean. I kill people for crying out loud you think I'm goign to be all smiles and sunshines. I am also rude. Well obviously thats a given like I said I kill people and I sure as hell am not going to be walking around with a smile on my face. Violent? Depends on what you would call violent. I mean if smashin a guys face against the wall so many times that his head falls of only because he grabbed your ass is considered violent then I guess I am violent. Hmm coldhearted and cruel? Well I might have to think on those, because you know I never am sure if I would be considered coldhearted or cruel. For those of you stupid fucks I am being sarcastic. If you didn't know that then please leave your address so I can hunt you down and kill you because I hate stupid people. Blessings? Good things right? Well I guess I might be a little protective but only of people who have sworn their trust to me and have proven that I should protect them. I can be funny at times when I feel like it I guess. I also am loyal to those who are loyal to me. If you befriend me {you must be insane if you do} and I have seen that your true about it then maybe, just maybe I'll be loyal to you too. Maybe. Depends on how I'm feeling.
Checking Out the Background
Historical Stuff
::FAMILY MEMBERS::[/size]
-father, 49, Johnathon Wilco, pimp. murdered.
-mother, 36, Merian September, doctor. murdered.
::SCHOOL::
Chicago public high school
::GRADUATION YEAR::
Never went to the ceremony but would have been last year
::HISTORY::
There are those of us that have happily ever afters and there are those of us that have horror stories. And to break it down even more there are those of us that hated our horror stories and there are those select few who actually enjoy theirs. I am obviously one of the few sick and twisted who enjoyed theirs. I was born in blood. Three years old and my mother was murdered right in front of my eyes. Some fucking freak decided it would be a good idea to tear her apart piece by piece right in front of me. At first I was horrifed only being three and all but then and I remember this oh so clearly the blood seemed to fascinate me The murder of my mother was my turning point. That was when the monster was created within. The same monster I would never be able to contain my whole fucking life.
My father was a pimp and how my mother put up with him I still have yet to figure it out. But he was a dick and an ass. He didn't respect woman. By the time I was fourteen he already had me mixed up with his whores and I was being pimped out. Talk about feeding the monster. By the third guy that my dad had sold me to, that monster had grown to much to handle and I killed the man with his keys. It was such a rush and it felt way better than the sex I was being forced to have. My dad came in after I was done hacking away at the man's face. Man was he pissed off. Not that I had killed the man but because he had a huge mess to clean up. Despite his complaining though, there was no trace of that man ever again. After that we left the actual city of Chicago and moved out into the suburbs. Dad said there was better business out there. I didn't really care. I only wanted to kill so I could get that feeling of completeness again. But that feeling wouldn't return for about three more years after that.
Seventeen years of age and I had already been raped over one hundred times. I call it rape because there was no way I was goign to enjoy any minute of having sex with these men. My dad on the other hand liked to just call it expirimenting at a young age. Whatever the case may be I was near my boiling point and I just wouldn't take it anymore. I remember the day exactly. October 13. That was when my dad decided that he wanted a piece of me. He figured since he was selling me out why not get himself some. There was no way in hell I would fucking ever let him touch me. So after he chased me around for a while I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. When my dad entered the kitchen, I was ready. It didn't take me long to get him down. I know I hardly believe it myself that I was capable of such a thing but I did it. I killed the man that had caused me so much pain.
When the police had showed up I invented a man and named him John. That's who had harmed me and killed my father. I was ten so liek they would think I was capable of such a thing. Not long after that though I was carted off to an orphanage where I spent little time. Within days I was adopted and off to my new family. Over the next five years I lived with over seven different families and I killed them all. Everytime the police would show up I told them it was John and he was stalking me. It was hard really to keep John going only because after the first three times the police had no actually evidence of John and that was when I was twelve. So in order to keep him alive and not put the blame on me I had to get them some actual evidence. By the time I was fifteen I was a master at covering my own trail and planting evidence to frame others. Life was going nicely for me. I was able to keep those urges in check by killing when I needed to the only problem I hade was when I couldn't kill. That was when the family pet would go missing.
After killing my seventh family I decided it was time to drop John and take credit for my own work. The police thought they had everything sorted out but then John attacked one last family and killed me in the process. I faked my own death so I could slip under the radar of the police. Simple enough. All I had to do was burn five bodies and put my hair and other DNA on one of the bodies and next thing I know I was dead. Let me tell you freedom is a wonderful thing. Twenty-two years old and living on the streets where I was free to do what I wanted. I got into a couple of turf fights with some gangs and gained some scars but those were only for fun. I was free to kill whoever I wanted. But quite frankly I only wanted to stick with familes. They were fun and reminded me of what I never had. Why should they be happy when I had to suffer? In my eyes no one was innocent. Killing came naturally to me and I did it whenever I wanted. I was an unstoppable force that was causing terror in the underground of Chicago.
Three years. Three years I lived on top of the world. My reign of terror had spread its claws throughout the whole city of Chicago and they were shaking in their boots. It was great. Finally my monster was in control and could use my monster to my advantage. But in my quest for power and control I grew careless and let something slip. See with the people I killed I chopped them up and would dump their pieces into Lake Michigan and eventually people would find the bag full of pieces and then another story would appear in the news about some dead family. I laughed but everyone else was scared. I was caugth and thrown in this place after having knifed and old woman. I wanted some money and she was loaded so when she didn't give me the money I knifed her. The cops arrested me and searched the appartment I was renting and found a finger. It didn't take them long to connect the dots and soon enough I was pegged with over fourty murders, arson, and attempted murder of an elderly woman. I managed to escape from the police before the final trial though and now they are hunting me down like no other.
Your Own Mad Skills
How Good Are You?
::CODE WORD::[/size]
the CATS pajamas
::APPLICATION STATUS::
Complete
::RP EXAMPLE::
What am I on my fourth one now?
