Post by Circe on Dec 12, 2004 20:59:07 GMT -5
Name: Circe
Age:Appears 15
Race: Nymph
Nationality: Naiade (water nymph)
Gender: Female
Alignment: nihilist
Organization:
Counter Order
Occupation: Drug Runner
Weapon: Long Sword and Shotgun (see story. It explains the shot gun)
Powers:
Melt: Turns into a form of water and "seeps" through solid objects (not people, of course)
Rain of Hail: Hail the side of golfballs "rain" from the sky.
Teleportation
Personality: Compassionate, sensual, sad, cold, sort of happy, and focused.
Story:
She was left on the door step of Mr and Mrs. Sokolov, Christan Eternal Light members, as a baby by her irresponsible mother and sex-crazy father with nothing but a note of what and who she is. Her adopted family brought her up to believe that many things were possible. They ignored the fact that she was the most beautiful child and that after 15, she seemingly didnt get older but they knew what she was. Circe used to believe no one ever died and that everything was perfect in the world. She thought she was human and that humans don't die. But she found out the hard way that they do die. On November 18th, an electric fire broke out in the household, trapping her father inside. Circe wasn't at home but when she found out, she was devestated. As the years went by, Circe lived her life but noticed she wasn't getting any older. Her mother mourned and moved on. She married a priest called Stan Remmings.
Five Years Later...
Circe woke up in the middle of the night to a hand on her leg. Someone was breathing on her face. Hot, sticky, whiskey breath.
"What the... Stan?"
He grunts and his hand tightens on her leg.
"You said not tonight..." She whispers.
"I know what I said, girl. And I didn't mean I word of it." His sick laughter rings out and his hand moves up her leg.
"Get off me, Stan. You already gotten me to do things with... my hand and mouth. What more do you want?"
" I want some of this fresh, young stuff you got hidden between these legs of yours. You don't think I've noticed how you tease me? With those shorts and halter tops!?"
"STAN! GET THE HELL OUTTA MY ROOM!"
Smack!
The sound rang out and echoed. She sure as hell knew her mother heard that but what was she gonna do? Not a d**n thing. Stan had her beaten, literally. Stan hit her everytime she bucked and struggled. He punched her so hard her head started reeling.
Stan jumped on Circe in a second and pressed her down into the matress. He was already naked and made short work of Circe's nightclothes and underwear.
"Stan! Stop! MAMA! Help me... please!!"
Circe got very quiet as she choked on her own blood that came from her mouth. Stan pressed into her but couldn't seem to press himself father in. Circe let out an ear pircing scream, one so loud a window broke. One so loud, her mother jumped from her hiding spot in the bedroom, grabbed Stan's shot gun and busted into the room. Stan shot up from the bed and faced Circe's mother.
"Woman, what the hell you gonna do with that shotgun? Huh? Shoot me? pregnant dog gimme that!"
Stan grabs the gun from Circe's mother and tosses on the bed. He starts beating the woman to the ground as she screams God's name...
BANG!
Stan's head exploded. His brain matter was everywhere. The sound of fist connecting to face stopped. Circe's mother looked up and saw the daughter she loved, the one she couldn't protect at the hands of Stan's sexual and physical abuse, standing on her bed with the shotgun in her hands. And Circe looked at her with a mix of love and hate.
"Shot me baby. Let me go see your Daddy..."
Another shot rang out. And all was silent.
Circe has very few reasons for joining Counter Order. But the biggest reason is protection that wasn't given to her when she needed it the most.. Protection her mother ceased to give her at the hands of her step-father. Now, protection, love and security is nothing but a trick of society. Pain is a trick of society. Her life is a trick of society.
Age:Appears 15
Race: Nymph
Nationality: Naiade (water nymph)
Gender: Female
Alignment: nihilist
Organization:
Counter Order
Occupation: Drug Runner
Weapon: Long Sword and Shotgun (see story. It explains the shot gun)
Powers:
Melt: Turns into a form of water and "seeps" through solid objects (not people, of course)
Rain of Hail: Hail the side of golfballs "rain" from the sky.
Teleportation
Personality: Compassionate, sensual, sad, cold, sort of happy, and focused.
Story:
She was left on the door step of Mr and Mrs. Sokolov, Christan Eternal Light members, as a baby by her irresponsible mother and sex-crazy father with nothing but a note of what and who she is. Her adopted family brought her up to believe that many things were possible. They ignored the fact that she was the most beautiful child and that after 15, she seemingly didnt get older but they knew what she was. Circe used to believe no one ever died and that everything was perfect in the world. She thought she was human and that humans don't die. But she found out the hard way that they do die. On November 18th, an electric fire broke out in the household, trapping her father inside. Circe wasn't at home but when she found out, she was devestated. As the years went by, Circe lived her life but noticed she wasn't getting any older. Her mother mourned and moved on. She married a priest called Stan Remmings.
Five Years Later...
Circe woke up in the middle of the night to a hand on her leg. Someone was breathing on her face. Hot, sticky, whiskey breath.
"What the... Stan?"
He grunts and his hand tightens on her leg.
"You said not tonight..." She whispers.
"I know what I said, girl. And I didn't mean I word of it." His sick laughter rings out and his hand moves up her leg.
"Get off me, Stan. You already gotten me to do things with... my hand and mouth. What more do you want?"
" I want some of this fresh, young stuff you got hidden between these legs of yours. You don't think I've noticed how you tease me? With those shorts and halter tops!?"
"STAN! GET THE HELL OUTTA MY ROOM!"
Smack!
The sound rang out and echoed. She sure as hell knew her mother heard that but what was she gonna do? Not a d**n thing. Stan had her beaten, literally. Stan hit her everytime she bucked and struggled. He punched her so hard her head started reeling.
Stan jumped on Circe in a second and pressed her down into the matress. He was already naked and made short work of Circe's nightclothes and underwear.
"Stan! Stop! MAMA! Help me... please!!"
Circe got very quiet as she choked on her own blood that came from her mouth. Stan pressed into her but couldn't seem to press himself father in. Circe let out an ear pircing scream, one so loud a window broke. One so loud, her mother jumped from her hiding spot in the bedroom, grabbed Stan's shot gun and busted into the room. Stan shot up from the bed and faced Circe's mother.
"Woman, what the hell you gonna do with that shotgun? Huh? Shoot me? pregnant dog gimme that!"
Stan grabs the gun from Circe's mother and tosses on the bed. He starts beating the woman to the ground as she screams God's name...
BANG!
Stan's head exploded. His brain matter was everywhere. The sound of fist connecting to face stopped. Circe's mother looked up and saw the daughter she loved, the one she couldn't protect at the hands of Stan's sexual and physical abuse, standing on her bed with the shotgun in her hands. And Circe looked at her with a mix of love and hate.
"Shot me baby. Let me go see your Daddy..."
Another shot rang out. And all was silent.
Circe has very few reasons for joining Counter Order. But the biggest reason is protection that wasn't given to her when she needed it the most.. Protection her mother ceased to give her at the hands of her step-father. Now, protection, love and security is nothing but a trick of society. Pain is a trick of society. Her life is a trick of society.
