Post by Nessarose Allens on Dec 21, 2009 19:29:46 GMT -7
† Nessarose - Leah - Allens †
†Nessa†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Nessarose Leah Allens
Nicknames: Nessa, Nes, NLA (mainly alias)
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: Twenty-three
Age they appear: As above
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: Hears voices
† Personality †
Basic Personality:
Nessa is someone who is completely opposite from her stereotype. When you say 'computer hacker' you would imagine that person to be; old, with glasses and a pressed suit. She is definately not that type of person. She is cold, harsh, sarcastic and can often pack quite a punch, although she prefers the indoors, she is not opposed to getting out there when she needs to. Nes is someone that you wouldn't want to mess with, obviously she is not the strongest of people but she can trash your reputation within seconds. Bank accounts, internet blogs, your computer. Everything is open to her and if you fuck with her you can guarentee that she will get you back twice as hard.
Although she is naturally reclusive and secretive she has a friend-base that is composed of those close to her and those willing to wisk her sometimes psychotic mood swings. Nes hears voices and often argues with herself, the voice attempt to convince her to do things and are almost like the angel/devil on her shoulders. As of yet she is inexperienced in the love situation and apart from some mistakes as an early teenager she has not been too interested in finding a lover.
Drugs are an important part of her life, namely because she is addicted to them. It doesn't matter what it is, or how it is made, she will take them and enjoy them. On the side of her job she deals in drugs, not a huge career, just enough to earn a couple of bucks. Its only regulars really.
Likes:
† Technology
† Drugs
† Crime TV Shows
† Music
† Goldfish
† Knives
Hates:
† Supernaturals
† Dogs and Cats
† Rap
† Guns
† Xbox
Talents:
† Computer hacking
† Playing with knives
† Starting fires
† Sarcasm
† Feeding her goldfish
Habits:
† Drugs
† Biting lip
† Swearing
† Sarcasm
† Twirling hair
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Pale - more white than cream
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Build: Skinny, almost unnaturally so
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Ears pierced, tattoo of hawk on right shoulder
Choice of Clothing: Black jeans, top and leather jacket, normally wears heels or knee high boots, all in black
Wolf Appearance: N/A
Other: Hair is usually out unless she is doing work on computers
† History †
History:
Until she was ten, her life was not interesting, by that i mean that nothing of note, nothing catastrophic happened to her. She was a normal young girl although she only grew up knowing one of her parents. Her father left her mother before Nes was born and they have never thought to track him down. From the minute she layed eyes upon her brother she adored him like one would a celebrity. He was suave, gentle and moody but he always had time for Nessa, even when she was a small girl. He'd play Barbie with her and even take her to the park when she winged about their backyard not being realistic enough to play horses in. He was, in every sense of the word, her best friend.
Nessa was reclusive, throughout her primary school life she would ignore the other children and play with her imaginary friends. It took a long time for anyone to become aware that these 'friends' were genuine voices in her head and she really was conversing with them. This reclusiveness made her the pinacle for schoolyard bullying and she would often come home with bruises upon her arms - although she always invented a story for their appearance, rather than actually admit why they were there. It was now that Nessa turned to computers, something she'd always had an afinity for and it was now that she discovered the amazing things you could do with the internet.
At the age of fourteen she found a woman by the name of Daisy Hamilton who noticed her ability with computers and - for a small fee - showed her how to hack into people's lives and corrupt them. It was unknown to Nessa at the time that Daisy merely wanted someone else to do this for her so that she did not get caught by the police yet it soon became apparent that Nessa was better at hacking than Daisy would ever dream of. She thought up new codes and new ways of tricking computers that she did to; make it easier. It was astounding and yet her tutor gave nothing away.
At the age of sixteen she met a boy; Kaleb Johnson, who was everything she could have wanted and more. He was like Jason except there was more of a badboy appeal to him, it was something in his eyes and in his manor. He wooed her with every trick in the book and slowly he brought the strange, reclusive girl into his trust. Kaleb was the one who introduced her to the world of drugs and - after a shaky start - quickly got her addicted to ecstasy, ice and plenty of other homemade substances. Slowly she came to depend on him, Jason knew something was going on yet what would he do? He wouldn't stop her froming seeing the only friend she'd ever had.
One night, Kaleb took her out to a party and got her drunk and high, the combination of those two things had her practically unconsious on her feet. That night he raped her. Of course, Jason knew something had happened and so she eventually told him. That very day he appeared in her school grounds and bashed Kaleb viciously, he was blind in one eye after that yet nothing ever came of it. Nobody said anything, it simply dissapeared because that was the type of brother that Jason was.
After that moment she started to hang out with a crowd that would not be suitable. They convinced her to hack into a bank and she transfered alot of the money into various accounts. It started out as being for a bit of fun, an adrenaline rush yet it ended up being so much more than that. They started a small gang with money and drugs being high on the agenda and they got into all sorts of trouble. Nessa started hearing the voices worse than before and Jason started losing touch with his sister. But, it was bound to get so much worse than this.
With her little gang, Nessa pissed off the wrong people, people that she would be better off never hearing about. Accidently they had transferred alot of money from the account of a werewolf into her own, she was bound to be found out. At this stage she was eighteen and she was out almost every night. After one particular night she came home to an abnormally quiet house, stumbling through the doorway her eyes fell upon a hell of a sight; werewolves were in her house and her mother was already dead on the floor. She wasn't sure whether she screamed or not, only that the next moment, Jason was next to her. They both stared at the sight, two huge wolves looked at them from beside their mothers corpse and like a synced unit they lept on Jason. He was dead before his body hit the ground.
That is the last thing that she remembers from that night; she blacked out and when she woke it was to a house covered in blood. When Nessa walked out the house that morning she never looked back. Her emotions were desensitized and her drug use became far worse, she sold, stole and hacked to earn enough money to survive and even then it is lucky if she makes it through a single day having all three meals.
Mother/Father: Father; unknown, Mother; Sashia Allens - deceased
Siblings: Jason Allens - deceased
Offspring: None
Other: She owns two goldfish; muffin and henry
† RP example †
as NESSAROSE FAE SCARLETT from Such Rage.
` "I vould not try it if I vas you. Not dee right stuff to kill a vampire. After all, if you try, you vill die. You can fight your ass off and I vill still beat you. Think about it all you vould like... but that von't help you in dee end."
` He was right, of course. She had no idea how to kill a vampire, give her a lycan and she would at least stand a chance against killing it, she knew what could hurt them and she had spent all her time in 'captivity' working out a way that she could kill them. It would be luck that eventually got one, but at least she stood a chance. Damien was right, she couldn't win here. The strange thing was he discussed the potential of her taking a sword to him so easily, as if it was something he did everyday. Nessa could not help but smirk at that, it amused her to see that some supernatural creatures may not always fly into a rage at the slightest rumor of trouble.
` It seemed that he was going to answer her question at least, although she was taking bets with herself that she would not like whatever answer he gave. Already Nessa was feeling restless, uneasy that she was in a place she had no idea where is was, in front of a man who could kill her with a finger twitch. Knowing these things did not make it easier to sleep at night. She shifted her weight slightly, still watching him as if he was going to move at the slightest second. In her head she was going over everything she knew about vampires. Obviously the coffin idea was fake, unless he was just pulling her leg and this room was to make her feel more 'comfortable' around him. Not that the room was helping. It seemed the gothic theme worked for them, maybe they'd approved of that myth.
` "Vell, Miss Nessa, I've been vatchink you..."
` Despite her fear and growing apprehension, Nessa let a short laugh out at this comment. A wry grin flashing momentarily upon her lips. Well, that wasn't a creepy comment at all, although it seemed appropriate that she was being stalked by both vampires and lycans. She wondered if she'd make a good meal, or if they just got a kick out of scaring young girls. But this made her intrigued, how long had he been watching her for? Had she not been as careful as she thought? How had she slipped up?
` "I've noticed you've been basically on dee streets, not much money, I assume. I think you need a permanent, or temporary, establishment. Beink on dee streets again, vill get you caught-- next time you might not be so lucky to have me find you. Now, I could do you a favor... und protect you, for a small price in exchange."
` His words made her shiver and close her eyes briefly to avoid giving any hint of emotion away. Living without money she could deal with, money was nothing important and had never really been of much importance to her when she wasn't living alone. But he was right, she was pushing her luck running around the streets of Vegas on her own, she would be found, dragged back and then she would never have another moment of peace. God she needed a drag, this was far to much for her to handle. His words were enticing, protection? How could he protect her against a pack of lycans? And what would he ask for in return?
` Obviously he now noticed she'd been moving backwards throughout his conversation. In a flash - so brief she didn't even notice he was behind her. Pushing her gently back into the room with words that seemed very much like a warning. Nessa was not sure how much luck she had to push. Where were the enemies when you had to choose between them? Who were the ones you chose? Quick as a flash he was back in front of her so that she was once again looking at him, she stepped to the right so that her back was against the wall, rather than the open doorway. One little sniff. Again she cringed, fucking vampires and their fucking sense of smell. She wouldn't be able to run. Having her back to the door seemed like a bad idea, this seemed safer .. even if moderately so.
` "Now, as I vas sayink before you interupted so rudely, I can protect you. Maybe not from many lykans, but from dee odder vampires. It isn't very hard to catch you, und you'd make a tasty snack to many of dem in here. My offer insures you a home, food, und protection-- all I vant is a few chores done here und dere. I vill not abuse you, dat I svear vid my life. I can be testy at times, but I try to keep my cool. So, are you interested?"
` "A few chores? And what would that entail precisely?" Her voice was cutting, though not as confident as it had been before. Nessa was caught between a rock and a hard place, her situation was both impossible and uncomfortable. One side was slavery, the other death. Whatever option she chose, she would lose. That was never something Nessa admitted to easily. "No offence, Damien but i've found that promises mean very little to the supernatural when push comes to shove. I'm not too keen on becoming lycan food, not again." She was quite proud that her words remained firm, usually they would shake when she spoke of lycans. The only thing she hated, and feared beyond all others. She spoke of wanting to kill them and thinking of ways to do it, when the fact was she'd never be so brave.
` Her arms came from her sides to hug her middle as she watched the vampire. "What if i want to leave? Say i do decide to do your chores and then change my mind. What happens then?" No way was she going into a deal without a sound way out. It was all bluff really, she knew that she was fighting a losing battle. Nessa shifted uncomfortably, her eyes once again flicking around the room. "I'm guessing lycan's don't come here." A statement, reassuring herself. Between vampire and lycan she would take vampire anyday.
` He was right, of course. She had no idea how to kill a vampire, give her a lycan and she would at least stand a chance against killing it, she knew what could hurt them and she had spent all her time in 'captivity' working out a way that she could kill them. It would be luck that eventually got one, but at least she stood a chance. Damien was right, she couldn't win here. The strange thing was he discussed the potential of her taking a sword to him so easily, as if it was something he did everyday. Nessa could not help but smirk at that, it amused her to see that some supernatural creatures may not always fly into a rage at the slightest rumor of trouble.
` It seemed that he was going to answer her question at least, although she was taking bets with herself that she would not like whatever answer he gave. Already Nessa was feeling restless, uneasy that she was in a place she had no idea where is was, in front of a man who could kill her with a finger twitch. Knowing these things did not make it easier to sleep at night. She shifted her weight slightly, still watching him as if he was going to move at the slightest second. In her head she was going over everything she knew about vampires. Obviously the coffin idea was fake, unless he was just pulling her leg and this room was to make her feel more 'comfortable' around him. Not that the room was helping. It seemed the gothic theme worked for them, maybe they'd approved of that myth.
` "Vell, Miss Nessa, I've been vatchink you..."
` Despite her fear and growing apprehension, Nessa let a short laugh out at this comment. A wry grin flashing momentarily upon her lips. Well, that wasn't a creepy comment at all, although it seemed appropriate that she was being stalked by both vampires and lycans. She wondered if she'd make a good meal, or if they just got a kick out of scaring young girls. But this made her intrigued, how long had he been watching her for? Had she not been as careful as she thought? How had she slipped up?
` "I've noticed you've been basically on dee streets, not much money, I assume. I think you need a permanent, or temporary, establishment. Beink on dee streets again, vill get you caught-- next time you might not be so lucky to have me find you. Now, I could do you a favor... und protect you, for a small price in exchange."
` His words made her shiver and close her eyes briefly to avoid giving any hint of emotion away. Living without money she could deal with, money was nothing important and had never really been of much importance to her when she wasn't living alone. But he was right, she was pushing her luck running around the streets of Vegas on her own, she would be found, dragged back and then she would never have another moment of peace. God she needed a drag, this was far to much for her to handle. His words were enticing, protection? How could he protect her against a pack of lycans? And what would he ask for in return?
` Obviously he now noticed she'd been moving backwards throughout his conversation. In a flash - so brief she didn't even notice he was behind her. Pushing her gently back into the room with words that seemed very much like a warning. Nessa was not sure how much luck she had to push. Where were the enemies when you had to choose between them? Who were the ones you chose? Quick as a flash he was back in front of her so that she was once again looking at him, she stepped to the right so that her back was against the wall, rather than the open doorway. One little sniff. Again she cringed, fucking vampires and their fucking sense of smell. She wouldn't be able to run. Having her back to the door seemed like a bad idea, this seemed safer .. even if moderately so.
` "Now, as I vas sayink before you interupted so rudely, I can protect you. Maybe not from many lykans, but from dee odder vampires. It isn't very hard to catch you, und you'd make a tasty snack to many of dem in here. My offer insures you a home, food, und protection-- all I vant is a few chores done here und dere. I vill not abuse you, dat I svear vid my life. I can be testy at times, but I try to keep my cool. So, are you interested?"
` "A few chores? And what would that entail precisely?" Her voice was cutting, though not as confident as it had been before. Nessa was caught between a rock and a hard place, her situation was both impossible and uncomfortable. One side was slavery, the other death. Whatever option she chose, she would lose. That was never something Nessa admitted to easily. "No offence, Damien but i've found that promises mean very little to the supernatural when push comes to shove. I'm not too keen on becoming lycan food, not again." She was quite proud that her words remained firm, usually they would shake when she spoke of lycans. The only thing she hated, and feared beyond all others. She spoke of wanting to kill them and thinking of ways to do it, when the fact was she'd never be so brave.
` Her arms came from her sides to hug her middle as she watched the vampire. "What if i want to leave? Say i do decide to do your chores and then change my mind. What happens then?" No way was she going into a deal without a sound way out. It was all bluff really, she knew that she was fighting a losing battle. Nessa shifted uncomfortably, her eyes once again flicking around the room. "I'm guessing lycan's don't come here." A statement, reassuring herself. Between vampire and lycan she would take vampire anyday.
† Let's talk about you †
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