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Post by Nessarose Allens on Mar 20, 2010 1:46:44 GMT -7
OHHAITHERE.
this thread is for me to post more about Nessa. her history, the influential people who made her what she is and so on. feel free to read it and whatnot but please DO NOT reply to this thread or i'll get all cranky and whatnot. so yah ... thankyou!
THE CONTENTS !
- - THISISME: meeting nessa.
- - ITWENTLIKETHAT: birth - sixteen history.
- - SOHERESTHESTORY: meeting jason.
- - WERECATERINFORALL: meeting kaleb.
- - ANDTHENTHISHAPPENED: seventeen - twenty-two history.
- - YOUCANTSERIOUSLYMEAN: meeting morrison.
^^ this will be updated as significant moments happen to her. but yeah, the whole purpose of this is to get to know my character better. i'll also be adding a playlist to each section so you know what inspired me.
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Post by Nessarose Allens on Mar 20, 2010 2:46:15 GMT -7
NESSAROSE leah allens !
My name, as you'll all be aware is Nessarose although i prefer to go by the names; Nessa or Nes. Not that it matters to me particularly, i guess it's up to you what you want to know me as. Do you know what i do hate though? I hate endearments, like 'sweetie-pie' or 'buttercup'. Seriously, they make me want to fucking vomit. I guess thats because i'm constantly being called 'pet' by something i cannot get rid of. Yeah, long story.
I am twenty-three years old, although by looking at me you would guess i was younger. These days, i don't think age really matters so much anymore, not with everything that has happened. Still, it's a nice thing to know right? Obviously i am a human, i think if i was ever transformed into something else - especially a wolf - i would probably try to kill myself. I can't even imagine that, becomming what i hate.
So, if you don't know this by now then chances are that you will never actually know it. I am the Technology and Communications Expert for an organization called Atrum Venator, which basically means i help in the fight against the werewolf government by hacking into places and stealing. Money, plans, blueprints, schedules. You name it, and i've probably stolen it. My skills make me a formiddable enemy i guess, i can ruin your life in seconds, but i don't really do that. Unless you piss me off.
Oh yeah, i'm addicted to drugs. I'm not really sure why that happened, from a young age i was looking for escape and, when finally it was given to me, i took it wholeheartedly. Sure, they've fucked me around more than once, they run my life more than they should. Apart from that? They keep me blissful, euphoric and they allow me to forget. Who wouldn't take something if it relieved the pain they feel? Taking drugs has its downside, in fact i'm sure it has many, but it has made me terrified of withdrawal. I don't mean in 'mild dislike' terms, i mean in phobia, screaming hallucionations, terms. So how do i avoid my fear? I never let myself come down.
At a very young age i learnt that being a sarcastic bitch pushed people - who otherwise could be close to me - away. I lusted after solitude and so slowly, i taught myself to become what i am, people were around me, but they were never too close. This sarcasm, this solitude, has progressed even further until i have all but reverted into myself, i guess it's part of the reason why i hear the voice so much more clearly these days. Oh, did i mention that? I hear a voice, not voices, just one. Yes, i'm crazy, i've heard it since before i can remember and it is slowly ruining my life. I have no doubt it will kill me one day, i'm holding my breath for that moment, i'm not afraid to die. Oddly enough, i'm composed, some even say emotionless but the only reason for that is that i have learned to mask my emotions behind a facade. I can keep a cool head in times of trouble and i very rarely scream, a good trait to have in my occupation, i guess.
At home - if you can call my dingy little apartment home - the only personal effects i have are my goldfish. I think most people would be terrified if they came to my house, there are no pictures on the walls, no mess, no toys or medals. In fact, the only furniture i have is basic: bed, couch, tv, oven, fridge, etc. There is very little that shows any evidence of the one who lives there, my apartment has no character, which is just the way i like it. If somebody ever felt the need to raid it, it would protect the identity of the one who lives there. That is, it would protect me.
I'm not sure what else there is to say, my personality is secretive, solitary. I don't know how to interact with people and i often let my temper and the voice in my head rule my life. In my twenty-three years of life i have only ever had one boyfriend and that turned out to be utter chaos. Yeah, love and me do not get along at all, i don't know how to handle relationships. I cannot trust myself, how the fuck am i supposed to trust somebody else?
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Post by Nessarose Allens on May 5, 2010 7:30:20 GMT -7
HISTORY FROM ZERO TO SIXTEEN YEARS.
Before she was born, Nessa's family lived on a small farm that was a few hours away from London. Her parents lived together with her brother who, - at that stage - was a baby although he would only be a few years older than her. The farm was nothing serious and was only used as a source of fun to pass the time; they crew a few crops and had a few animals yet other than that it was simply a place for her parents to raise a family.
From what she had been told by her mother and by Jason (her brother) life had fallen into a stagnant happiness. Often she used to rebuke herself for coming in and ruining all this, yet what could she have done about it? For even before Nessa was born; her father vanished, there was no note and no word, he simply left. She does not regret that happening for her life was fine without him, she had never known him, you could not regret something that you had never known existed.
Jason, from the moment she layed her eyes upon him, became her hero. As a child she learnt to adore the plump little boy who played games and fed her when their mother was too busy. He was always there when he was needed, always with that bemused grin upon his lips. As a young child he was already charming, suave and yet so gentle, he would play with her Barbie's simply because she demanded it of him. When she was growing up, "No" was not a word that he allowed her to hear. Perhaps he pitied her for growing up without a father, whatever the reason for his dutifull affection, she loved it.
It became evident as she was growing up that she was not as normal as one may have hoped, she spoke to her imaginary friends more often than most and she refused to have contact with any children her own age. In fact, she refused to have contact with children in general. Throughout her primary school years she would sit alone at a table and refuse to speak to any of the children and the teachers would simply pass over her as if she was not there. Nes was never one who needed company. It bored her.
Eventually, her speaking to invisible people and her refusal to make friends made her an easy target for bullying. From age ten she would frequently come home from school with fresh cuts and bruises on her arms, although she always made up excuses for the appearances of such things. For lack of anything else to do and for the need of an outlet of some sort, Nes turned to computers, something which she had always had a strange connection with.
The next three years passed in something of a blur, nothing important happened except that her skill with computers grew and the nastiness of the children grew also. The voice in her head became more prominent and was talking to her endlessly now, she knew she was crazy and it was around this time that Jason began to suspect that all these 'imaginary friends' were not exactly what they appeared. At the age of fourteen, Nessa came across an older woman by the name of Daisy Hamilton. For a small fee, Daisy showed Nes how to enhance her skills and how to hack into people's lives, how to steal money from accounts, how to find information from protected sites and how to destroy a life with a few simple clicks. The ease with which this was done fascinated her to the extent that she worshipped this woman and everything she had taught her.
Soon, it became obvious that Nes was a better hacker than Daisy was or would ever be. She began using Nes to get all kinds of things for her, using her so that it was not Daisy who would get caught by the police. The thing was, you couldn't catch Nes, everything she did was stealthy and easy. It was astounding to wittness the level she had achieved in such a short space of time. Two years to be precise.
Sixteen brought new wonders and new fears into her life. It was at the age of sixteen that she met Kaleb Johnson. Kaleb was something new to her, he was charming, manipulative, suave and had a badboy appeal that made her catch second glances. Kaleb wooed her with every trick in the book, it took so much time to get the half-wild girl to trust him and yet he never once showed impatience or anger. Jason suspected something was amiss and yet when he tried to speak of this to her, she simply got angry and accused him of jealousy. Kaleb had manipulated her to see only the good in him; he told her that he loved her and she - who so needed to be loved - believed him without question.
Kaleb introduced her to drugs and alcohol, at first she was reluctant but very soon she complied to his wishes. After all, why should he want to hurt her? Very soon she found that the drugs seemed to silence the voice in her head and allowed her to retain better control over her emotions. Quite quickly she became addicted to everything, Nes overlooked the danger in this. Each time she came home, Jason would confront her and she would brush him off. What did he know about her life?
Towards the middle of her sixteenth year, she went out to a party with Kaleb. This party was not the same as the others they had attended, there was something sadistic beneath the atmosphere, something scary in the way the people watched her. Disregarding this, Nessa did what she always did and allowed herself to be lost in drugs and alcohol, it was what she came for and it was what Kaleb had been waiting for. That night he beat her and raped her. It was this moment more than anything else that destroyed her ability to trust. When she arrived home Jason knew that something was wrong, this time he would not let it go until she finally broke down and confided it to him.
It was only the next day when Jason arrived at her school, his attack on Kaleb was mutinous, vicious and it was terrifying to watch. Kaleb was defenceless against Jason's wrath and only when the boy had been blinded in one eye did Jason finally walk away. The matter simply dissappeared, nobody was game to follow it up for they all knew that flaws had been made on both sides. They didn't want to know, they all knew and loved Jason. If something had happened to make him that angry, then they did not want to become involved.
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