Post by cris on May 3, 2011 17:12:32 GMT -5
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crissana isobel pandora
[/color][/i]crissana isobel pandora
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" I settled down a twisted up frown
Disguised as a smile, well
You would have never known
I had it all but not what I wanted
'cause hope for me was a place uncharted and overgrown "[/center]
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~ my cbox name is : Reesa
~ how did you find us?: Through an affiliate and then poked by Mizaki
~i also play: Hashimoto Kaori
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~ my name is : Crissana Isobel Pandora
~ call me : Cris, Bitch, Ice Bitch,
~ i am : three hundred eighty nine years old, appears twenty-one
~ born on : September thirtieth sixteen-twenty-two (Sept 30, 1622)
~ my twin : Skye Sweetnam
~ gender : Female
~ i like : boys
~ species : Vampire
~ type : wild
~ animal form : n/a
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~ about me :
During her first years of human life, Crissana was a very shy and withdrawn child. It’s hard not to have been with the life that she had. She was raised to be poised and proper and when she wasn’t she got yelled at for it. She soon learned to just keep her mouth shut and keep pressing on, don’t make friends make connections. She never spoke her mind ever she kept her opinions to herself. She was often bullied and picked by other of her parent’s high society friends’ kids, thus causing Cris’s hate for wealth and most people. She was a spoiled brat who never got spoiled. But hell did the brat part come out later.
When she got free of her mother’s influence, let’s just say that Pandora was an apt last name for this chica. It was like opening up Pandora’s box and nothing, I do mean nothing, could stuff her back in. Suddenly she was loud and obnoxious, often called a show off…but she was encouraged to be by her best friend and savior, Mark. He encouraged her to be herself and slowly he coaxed the turtle from her shell…nearly dying helped that along too. She was always showing off her skill and playing around whenever she could.
Then she died for real and became a vamp. Because of how she died and what she did, Cris really shut down. That fire that once was so prevalent in her suddenly became more like a block of ice. Mark could have possibly drawn her back out again...but she killed him. Obviously it was an accident, she was wild and a newborn and didn’t realize what she was doing. It shut her down even further. She became cold and unfeeling, her emotions coming out only in her guitar and nothing else. She was constantly pushing people away, though she remained a horrible flirt, using this connection with boys to try and fill a void so to speak.
However, when that flirting led to her falling in love…only to have the boy she loved die? She shut down even worse. Now she barely lets anyone in if she can help it. She’s cold and unfeeling and won’t hesitate to hurt anyone in her path to get what she wants. The ice bitch is what she’s been called many times, and she lives up to that reputation.
~ my family :
- Marianna Persons, Mother, Human, Deceased
- Phillip Persons, Presumed Father, Human, Deceased
- Christian O’Riley, True Father, Human, Deceased
- Phillip Persons Jr., Older Brother, Human, Deceased
- Melinda Persons, Older Sister, Human, Deceased
- Darla Persons, Older Sister, Human, Deceased
- Natalia Persons, Niece, Human, Deceased
- Mark Kale, Close Friend and Husband, Human, Deceased
- Justin, Lover, Vampire, Deceased
- Isari Kale, Daughter, Vampire, Unknown-------------------------------------
~ i love : 3+ likes
[/li][li][/color]Keeping her emotions to herself
[/li][li][/color]Chocolate
[/li][li][/color]Music and her guitar
[/li][li][/color]Keeping others at a distance
[/li][li][/color]Being Unpredictable
[/li][li][/color]Sex
[/li][li][/color]Being Abusive
[/li][li][/color]Dying her hair constantly to fit her mood
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes
[/li][li][/color]Humans
[/li][li][/color]Being perceived as weak
[/li][li][/color]Memories of the past
[/li][li][/color]Cliches
[/li][li][/color]Commitment
[/li][li][/color]Following the crowd
[/li][li][/color]Cryptic things
[/li][li][/color]Small spaces (Claustrophobic)
[/li][li][/color]Technology
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~ history :
(I apologize for this history going from way too detailed to not detailed enough back to too detailed -_- it kept bouncing)
In 1622, it was one of the first years that they first allowed women to start making the journey over to the New World, or so the young girl was told. It was her own special fact about the year that Crisana Isobel Persons was born, given a common name for the time, if not having a common life. Crissana was born to a well off family in London, though her life growing up was far from privileged.
Mariana Persons did the unthinkable for her time, and committed a crime that would see her dead if it was heard of. She had an affair with a man not her husband. It was once, she was weak, her husband was away. There were so many excuses of course, but none that added up to a true fact. She had found him attractive, with those piercing ice blue eyes, and had never loved her husband. It had been an arranged marriage after all, from one wealthy family to another to continue the family legacy and line for a few more generations. So when her husband was away securing a new shipment that would bring them more wealth, and her sister asked her to house her friend Christian, well, Mariana took the bait.
And, guilty, when her husband returned, she made love to him as well, thus allowing her to keep her secret. She would have never known that Crissana, named in part after her father, was not her husband’s daughter, had she not been born with the same stunning ice blue eyes. Her husband never seemed to question why his daughter didn’t look like her three older siblings, but that was possibly because he was never home enough to question it. Mariana who praised herself on being the perfect woman, realized that Crissana was the mark of her only imperfection as a wife, and proceeded to take it out on the child.
Everything Crissana did was subject to her mother’s critical gaze. Whereas Melinda was the perfect, quiet house wife, and Phillip Jr. was the calm competent type, and even Darla who went wild sometimes was at least courting the right boys…Crissana didn’t match up. She was smart, but she wasn’t allowed to go to school at the time. She wasn’t the best at the various physical activities she was allowed to do. Her tutor informed her mother that she wasn’t doing perfect in her studies. It all added up to irritate the woman. She learned to cringe and fear her mother’s approaching footsteps or voice and was constantly being told she didn’t need to speak. So she stopped. The young girl kept silent, and only when spoken to did she speak, like a proper woman. This placated her mother for a time, but not for long seeing as there were other areas that required improvement. Often, Cris’s favorite sister Melinda, would do the sewing for her and pretend it was Cris’s work to delay their mother’s wrath for a bit longer. However, nothing Crissana did met her mother’s approval and soon she took an extreme measure. The “Thinking Room” as it was, was no more than three steps in any direction. And when Crissana wasn’t good enough her mother would send her there to think about how she could be better. Very soon. Crissana developed her claustrophobia, and her panic attacks. Though the doctor told her it was just female hysteria seeing as they didn’t have the means to diagnose this properly. Cris liked him. She always had this sense…of knowing people. Of knowing their intentions. She didn’t always get it right, but she did often enough that it was something she relied on.
The doctor’s cure was to send her away. Send her somewhere to relax and it should cure itself. There was a new boarding school opening up, and being that the young woman had reached fourteen years of age, somehow, she was old enough—in fact she was quite older than some other girls—to attend. Mariana didn’t believe that Crissana was cultured enough for marriage, and hoped that this as well would help her prospects on top of her considerable dowry. So, she sent her daughter with an escort, a chaperone, and a carriage to the boarding school. Happy to be free of her mother’s influence, she happily went. The problem came about two days into their trip when her escort found himself violently ill. They stopped at an inn to give him time to recover, however, he simply got worse, and infected her chaperon as well. Soon, they both died from the illness, leaving the young woman alone. And before she could contact her family and return home—a prospect she dreaded—the young woman also fell ill. Soon she was confused, didn’t know which way was up…and wandered out into the streets just two days later.
A young man from a middleclass family found her. She was lucky, extremely lucky, but it was a fact she was well aware of at least. Or rather, would be, if she could think straight. The next few weeks were a blur for her, and she remembers none of it, but the tale goes as thus: Her nursed her back to help. Simple as that. They didn’t have as much money as other families, but they had enough to keep her clean, and fed, and do their best with their physicians to keep her well taken care of until she pulled through. Also, her youth and the fact that her body was healthy to begin with certainly helped her. She learned his name was Mark, Mark Kale. He was a sarcastic, witty boy with long black hair, stunning blue eyes and a slew of female followers…and he knew it. He was only a year older than her. He played the guitar often by her bedside when she was still unable to get up yet and kept her company, and the two soon grew close. And he nurtured the spark of a personality and fire he saw in her. Even if it was improper.
Not wanting to be sent back to her family, she changed her name, pulling her last name from her favorite Greek myth. The Kales accepted her story, much to Crissana’s surprise, and took her in. They had always wanted a daughter, but were unable to have another child. Crissana was a welcome addition. They were slightly dismayed by the fact that her new, wilder, attitude—not considered fitting for a woman who should be happy to remain at home and take care of the house—often chased off her suitors, but did their best to make it work anyway, and did their best to try and find a suitor for her. Not that she wanted one. She was too happy with her best friend…to the point where at one point the Kale’s simply decided to marry them off. They were never in love, but love wasn’t the important factor. They were happy…and remained so until the year Crissana turned 21.
By this point they had their own house, they were wealthy enough to live happily, even though Mark did cook better than her. He taught her, slowly and they laughed…mostly because Crissana almost set the house on fire more than once before she got the hang of it and was soon chasing him out of the kitchen so she could cook. And they had a daughter, a three year old named Isari with the sweetest smile. And she vowed to never be like her mother, she vowed to be a good mother. Crissana was returning from the store one night, seeing as the servant that usually did so was sick and she didn’t want to make the woman have to go while she was sick, when it happened. She was attacked. It was in a park, through a detour, it was late and she knew she shouldn’t have but she always had been too adventurous for her own good. She was jumped, raped, and nearly killed….and left there to die. She thought she had died…until a new searing pain raced through her and she was saved. This entire moment is a blur to her so to this day she doesn’t know the face of the vampire that saved her.
She does know that she stayed with them for some time until she had a handle on herself, but she was still a newborn, still without a lot of control, when she left. She had to get home, had to get back to her husband and her baby girl. But by the time she got there she had lost it again. And she killed Mark, not realizing what she had done until Isari’s screams brought her out of it…and she was horrified. But she was herself enough to bring her daughter to Melinda, the sister she adored, and beg the other woman to raise her…and not tell her of her mother or the father her mother had killed. Melinda agreed…mostly because red eyes can be very convincing.
And then she left.
She debated killing her mother. She debated killing her mother again. And again. In the end, she did nothing. Her logic was as follows: If she killed her mother, she was doing a disservice to the younger her. It would prove her mother was weak, and because she had been under her mother’s thumb for so long, it would prove her to be weaker and that was something she couldn’t allow. Such was the twisted way her mind worked. In the end she gave it up and left, not bothering to find a coven because she didn’t want the company. In Cris’s mind in that moment, family only meant pain, and having people to care about only meant they would die. She stayed by herself and changed her name back to Crissana Isobel Pandora, not wanting the memory of her best friend and husband to float along with her. She also felt like she didn’t deserve it after killing him. Instead, she took up the guitar again in memory of his life and the life he lived so vibrantly. She stayed away until 1660 when the Great London Fire swept through the city she had been born in. Despite the flames that could kill her, she ran through the town to look for her family. Everyone was dead… And then she saw Isari, her now 17 year old daughter, still alive…but not doing well enough to survive much longer, and she couldn’t handle thinking of the last of her family dead…she changed Isari and took her with her.
For a while Isari hated her, mostly because she learned Crissana was her mother who had abandoned her at three years old. It took Crissana a year to tell her about her father and then Isari hated her all over again. This time it took her another year to stop hating her mother again. They traveled together for a good century before Isari informed her mother she wanted to see the world, live her own life, and said she’d find her mother again if she ever needed her. Crissana gave her this, and let her leave…once again leaving the vampire alone to wander by herself. It was around this time she discovered her ability, and entirely on accident. On her own she met many people, and found when she touched them (if she wasn’t paying attention to not doing it) she would see their purity level. It was like seeing a screen over the person, white sparks meaning their good deeds and black spots meaning their bad. And it helped her figuring out people’s intentions. It was much like what she could do when she was human, howver much more enhanced of course. She decided she didn’t want to know anymore, and shut it away, basically turning it off.
About a hundred and fifty years ago, she met him. She swore she would never fall in love, never let another close to her because they just left, but he weaseled his way into her heart, and then into her life. His name was Justin Flyte and he was a veggie vampire. And she found herself entirely amused by his crazy goofy antics despite herself, so different from her Mark. She fell so deep in love she couldn’t see the way out if she tried, and he made her laugh again after she thought she never would. She even let him convince her to change her diet, becoming a veggie vamp herself, even if she didn’t entirely approve. It took him at least five years of chasing, but he melted the Ice Bitch’s heart They spent so much time together, and when Isari found her again, Isari found herself just as enamoured, basically taking to him like the father she never had. The trio stayed together, hunted together, and the veggie lifestyle didn’t bother Isari because she had long ago changed her ways once she left her mother.
About fifty years ago, they got in a scramble with another coven. Cris was nearly killed and left for dead, when truly just unconscious, but Justin was dead when she woke up and Isari was missing. She, in her own twisted logic, figured it was because of the diet, that being a vegetarian vampire made you weak, and she refused again to change her ways. Her eyes were soon blood red again. She also blamed herself, it had to be her fault when every time she fell in love the man died. She spent many years on her own, hardening herself against all others and everything. She got a slightly sadistic edge and it didn’t bother her to cause other people pain, needing to get rid of her own somehow, and it lessened it a little when she caused that same pain to others. She went back to the way she had been after Mark died, cold hearted and broken, icing over entirely and not letting anyone see the pain she still felt. A hundred years…she had gotten attached, of course she had. Mostly she blamed herself for letting herself get attached to people again. She spent most of her time wandering looking for Isari. Yes, the young woman wasn’t that young anymore and could probably take care of herself, but she didn’t care. Isa was still her daughter.
Approximately 20 years ago and with no luck in the slightest, she gave up and decided to settle a little bit in America. And there she met Miyuki, and Ki’s twin sister with her. She never opened back up, she wouldn’t let herself attach to people again, but it was hard not to admit they were similar. Both missing a daughter, both missing a lover. Both very dark. They ran wild…and caused chaos…and left a bit of a trail after themselves, which wasn’t good or approved. Which was probably how Raea found them. Astraea Greene had a knack for calming people around her, well more than a knack of course. It was her gift. Cris didn’t much appreciate being calmed but she let it go. And stayed with these three other girls. Soon she found herself in another coven…and it took her a while to accept that idea again. Ki and Cris by this point were so close they were called the Twins, and became Raea’s seconds. Cris found her gift, the one she had locked away a very long time ago, came in handy now. She could help Raea determine the intentions of others before she let them near her kind hearted leader. She dove into this purpose…because it gave her a reason to bother living again.
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~ role play sample :
Dancing in the rain, who would thought thoughts like that would amuse the Ice Bitch herself? They usually didn’t, honestly. But when she was with two certain boys who made her relax enough to let down her guards, she found herself thinking thoughts she wouldn’t usually let herself think. One of those boys was obviously her boyfriend. Justin, since she had met him, had made her laugh and made her relax enough to put her guards down and really enjoy herself. She had thought, before, that only Lux would only ever make her relaxed enough to do something like laugh and play again, but Justin seemed to do it as easy as breathing .Maybe that was why she loved being around him so much.
Or at least, one of the reasons.
She spared a look for Crimson. Her guitar was one of her big escapes, one of her big ways to get away from the world when she didn’t have her boys with her to make her relax. She needed that guitar and she didn’t know what she’d do if she ever lost it or it ever got ruined. She wouldn’t let Lux buy her another one, she didn’t care that he had the money to get her a new guitar, she just hated feeling like a charity case. So she took care of this guitar like it was her all, though she decided that it would be fine where it was, under the tree, shielded from the light rain. Of course Justin noticed and commented on I though.
Cris turned her attention back to Justin with an arch of her brow, and tried to keep the grin from playing on her lips. She was too open to be controlling her emotions with an icy fist like she usually did. Most things she felt were actually appearing on her face, it was weird for the Ice queen, she wasn’t used to it. She also hadn’t noticed it was happening so, that was good at least. ”I’m sure she will” Cris said, putting the emphasis on she. Her guitar was not an it. It wasn’t a soulless machine. It was a music maker, a soulful she, and deserved to not be called an it by boys that didn’t know better. Meet one of Cris’s million pet peeves.
That was when she stood though and extended her hands down to him with a laugh. He didn’t move soon enough and she let him know that she would never dance again so he better make use of this chance. She grinned when he took her hands and stood. ”No, no you better not” she replied, nodding gravely. She was entirely amused and pretending that this was a very serious matter. Funny how around him she could act like a kid again. He brought out the best in her and she really hoped he knew that, because it was entirely true. Around him…she actually liked herself. Around him she was able to laugh, it was so weird but it amused her, made her hapy. This was why she had said yes when he had asked her out. Not that he had really asked? They had been stuck in a cave though so she was willing to ignore that fail.
Cris laughed when Justin called her the weird one basically and rolled her eyes at him. Really? The king of jolly songs had never heard that one? That was a crime. When Cris had been really little, before her mother had entirely turned her father into a soulless automaton, he used to sing it to her all the time in the rain, and she figured she might as well share that little tidbit with him. He knew so little of her life before they met, that was mostly because Cris didn’t want to share it. She didn’t think it was important enough to share. She was so different from the girl she used to be after all, he didn’t need to know about what a mouse and a push over she used to be. She’d rather he just knew her how she was and not who she used to be. It was better that way. ”You are the weird one” she teased, and then she laughed, singing the lyrics this time. If you like Pina Coladas, And getting caught in the rain, If you're not into yoga, If you have half a brain, If you'd like making love at midnight, In the dunes on the Cape, Then I'm the love that you've looked for, Write to me and escape.…My dad used to sing it to me aaaall the time when it used to rain, before my mother got her claws into him” she said with a shrug after she finished serenading her boyfriend, if it could be called that.
She laughed at his accent, it was such a fail and she knew it bugged him that he was such a fail at that. Raea was always teasing him with her perfect English accent when he tried and failed. She rolled her eyes and curtseyed playfully, if he was going to tip his hat than she was going to curtsy. And if he ever mentioned that she had done it ever again she would murder him slowly and painfully, but for just the two of them she didn’t mind doing it. It wouldn’t kill her and it would amuse him, win-win for now at least. ”I’d be delighted, good sir” she said in an English accent all her own to mock him because she could do that too, deciding to ignore his threat about killing her, he knew he wouldn’t do it and so did she. She always won after all.
She took the hand that he extended, and let him pull her into a dance in the non-existent music. She didn’t really dance, so for once Justin would get to lead. Go him. She just didn’t feel like making too much of a fool out of herself, so let the flailer lead this little dance.
She didn’t mind giving him the pants when no one else could see.
Words: 1081
Comments: It fails at times ><
Muse: Sugarland - Stuck Like Glue
Or at least, one of the reasons.
She spared a look for Crimson. Her guitar was one of her big escapes, one of her big ways to get away from the world when she didn’t have her boys with her to make her relax. She needed that guitar and she didn’t know what she’d do if she ever lost it or it ever got ruined. She wouldn’t let Lux buy her another one, she didn’t care that he had the money to get her a new guitar, she just hated feeling like a charity case. So she took care of this guitar like it was her all, though she decided that it would be fine where it was, under the tree, shielded from the light rain. Of course Justin noticed and commented on I though.
Cris turned her attention back to Justin with an arch of her brow, and tried to keep the grin from playing on her lips. She was too open to be controlling her emotions with an icy fist like she usually did. Most things she felt were actually appearing on her face, it was weird for the Ice queen, she wasn’t used to it. She also hadn’t noticed it was happening so, that was good at least. ”I’m sure she will” Cris said, putting the emphasis on she. Her guitar was not an it. It wasn’t a soulless machine. It was a music maker, a soulful she, and deserved to not be called an it by boys that didn’t know better. Meet one of Cris’s million pet peeves.
That was when she stood though and extended her hands down to him with a laugh. He didn’t move soon enough and she let him know that she would never dance again so he better make use of this chance. She grinned when he took her hands and stood. ”No, no you better not” she replied, nodding gravely. She was entirely amused and pretending that this was a very serious matter. Funny how around him she could act like a kid again. He brought out the best in her and she really hoped he knew that, because it was entirely true. Around him…she actually liked herself. Around him she was able to laugh, it was so weird but it amused her, made her hapy. This was why she had said yes when he had asked her out. Not that he had really asked? They had been stuck in a cave though so she was willing to ignore that fail.
Cris laughed when Justin called her the weird one basically and rolled her eyes at him. Really? The king of jolly songs had never heard that one? That was a crime. When Cris had been really little, before her mother had entirely turned her father into a soulless automaton, he used to sing it to her all the time in the rain, and she figured she might as well share that little tidbit with him. He knew so little of her life before they met, that was mostly because Cris didn’t want to share it. She didn’t think it was important enough to share. She was so different from the girl she used to be after all, he didn’t need to know about what a mouse and a push over she used to be. She’d rather he just knew her how she was and not who she used to be. It was better that way. ”You are the weird one” she teased, and then she laughed, singing the lyrics this time. If you like Pina Coladas, And getting caught in the rain, If you're not into yoga, If you have half a brain, If you'd like making love at midnight, In the dunes on the Cape, Then I'm the love that you've looked for, Write to me and escape.…My dad used to sing it to me aaaall the time when it used to rain, before my mother got her claws into him” she said with a shrug after she finished serenading her boyfriend, if it could be called that.
She laughed at his accent, it was such a fail and she knew it bugged him that he was such a fail at that. Raea was always teasing him with her perfect English accent when he tried and failed. She rolled her eyes and curtseyed playfully, if he was going to tip his hat than she was going to curtsy. And if he ever mentioned that she had done it ever again she would murder him slowly and painfully, but for just the two of them she didn’t mind doing it. It wouldn’t kill her and it would amuse him, win-win for now at least. ”I’d be delighted, good sir” she said in an English accent all her own to mock him because she could do that too, deciding to ignore his threat about killing her, he knew he wouldn’t do it and so did she. She always won after all.
She took the hand that he extended, and let him pull her into a dance in the non-existent music. She didn’t really dance, so for once Justin would get to lead. Go him. She just didn’t feel like making too much of a fool out of herself, so let the flailer lead this little dance.
She didn’t mind giving him the pants when no one else could see.
Words: 1081
Comments: It fails at times ><
Muse: Sugarland - Stuck Like Glue
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