Home of the Hopeless (NC, EX, Drugs, Violence, etc) RECRUITING!

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Bloodied Porcelain


Name: Nionette Carter (Real Name: Sascha Martin)
Nickname(s): Nette
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bi
Addictions:
~Heroin~
~Caffeine~
~Cigarettes~

Group: Prostitutes

Appearance:
Long raven's wing black hair hangs to just below the middle of her back, and intense robin's egg blue eyes stared out at the world from a fringe of long black lashes set in to a face that is tragically beautiful, somehow holding a hint of broken innocence. Nionette stands a petite 5'0" and seems to have two different looks. When she is working, she wears revealing tops and short skirts, heeled boots and very little else. When she is not working, she tends to dress in a manner that is conservative but still sexual, wearing form fitting long sleeved tops and skin tight pants. This serves the dual purpose of showing off her "assets" and hiding the bruises she earns while working.


Personality:

Overly cynical and nearly depressing, Nionette is the type to look at the world in very black and white terms. In her view, the only things that matter in the grand scheme of society are currency and sex, and sex can be currency. She doesn't use hard drugs, but she does smoke and drink on the regular. Though some might take her painfully logical view of the world as a sign that she'll betray anyone who gets in her way, the truth is that Nionette is incredibly protective of her "family". She's been known to stay up for days with those struggling to detox, keeping them from getting to the drugs their body insists they need. Despite this, however, she has a severe problem with authority and has been known to argue with those who run the row.

Though Nionette isn't in any official relationship, she has had a not-quite-but-still-sort-of relationship with Gabriel. The two have been known to get in to arguments and fights, before they seem to turn around and be almost loving toward one another.

Though she smokes and drinks occasionally, Nionette's worst addictions are caffeine and heroin. Though everyone knows about the caffeine, she does her best to keep her heroin addiction a secret, afraid Gabriel will find out about it. Her first time using was to prove a point to him, but she ended up hooked and though she swore to him she'd never use again, she's been unable to stop.

Background:

Born Sascha Martin, she was "blessed" to be born in to an upper middle class family that could provide her all the opportunities in life she could need to be successful. But with every blessing, comes a curse. Sascha's curse was a father who while he seemed to be the dad of the year to everyone on the outside looking in, was less than worried about his daughter's best interests and more worried about what he could get from her. And what he could get from her was the pleasure of her young body. Throughout all of it, he insisted that he loved her and this was how people expressed their love for one another. He was also quick to make sure she knew this was a very special kind of love, and no one else would understand, so she had to keep it their little secret.

Growing up with her father's sexual abuse left Sascha with a warped view of the world. Those who didn't want to sleep with you didn't love you. And if they didn't love you, then you weren't worth anything to them. From an early age, she developed this view of the world, which meant that her mother, who never laid a finger on her outside of hugs and what was appropriate, was alienated. Sascha didn't believe her mother loved her, but was too afraid of making her mother love her less by attempting to initiate such contact.

When Sascha was 13, her parents split up and her father signed over full custody to her mother before moving across the country, only to be heard from in his child support payments. Devastated at the loss of the only person she believed truly loved her and certain that he'd left because of her, Sascha withdrew in to herself. Her mother tried to get her counseling and help, but Sascha was less than cooperative.

As puberty hit and hormones began to work their black magic on her body, Sascha began to develop in to a stunning young woman. With this development in her body, came a nearly uncontrollable urge to find someone to replace the "love" she'd lost when her father left. Soon after, she began seeking out and sleeping with anyone, be they old or young, male or female, who would give her that attention.

She started skipping school, drinking, staying out late, and partying. After only two years (when she was 15), her mother couldn't take it anymore and said Sascha could either straighten up and fly right, or be sent to an all girls private school. Never to be denied what she wanted, Sascha waited until a night when her mother was working late, packed a bag, and left for good. It didn't take long for her to start selling her body for whatever she could get... money, a ride, a place to sleep. After several weeks of drifting across state lines, she finally came to one of the nation's largest (and worst) cities.

Only a few days after coming to the city, Sascha found herself cornered in an ally by two crooked cops with a taste for young girls, as well as violence. It was obvious they meant to rape her, and likely beat her senseless in the process. They likely would have gotten away with it, too, if Gabriel hadn't shown up in time to stop them. He fought off her attackers and managed to pay them off and get them to leave by offering them a decent amount of drugs. Despite the nasty beating one of them had taken at Gabe's hands, they left.

Turning to the girl he saved, who was battered and bruised, dirty and obviously frightened, he offered her a place to stay. That place was Desolation Row. Making up a new name for herself when he asked, she agreed to go with him and soon found herself adopted in to the odd family-like atmosphere.

A week in to living there, Nionette was curled up in her corner of a largely barren room, caught in the throes of a nightmare. She was crying and screaming and thrashing, and when enough people complained, Gabriel came to her and ended up curling up next to her, holding her as she cried her way through the dream and finally fell still in her sleep again.

Since then, the two have had a highly unofficial, never announced, relationship that was dysfunctional at best. One minute they'd be supportive and almost loving toward each other and the next they'd be fighting like cats and dogs, usually because Gabriel would express concern over her unhealthy habit toward taking on the more sadistic and violent clientele, letting them beat her and other such things. Despite the fights, however, neither seems willing to back off of the other.

For the past few months, nearly a year, Nionette has been increasingly more addicted to heroin. Her first time using was after a particularly nasty fight with Gabriel, after which she got the idea to use to show him how she felt when she saw him using and the state it left him in. Gabriel had stormed out and while he was gone, Nionette shot up for the first time, leaving him to return to find her high and barely coherent. Afterward when they both came down off their respective highs, they had a heart to heart, during which Nionette promised never to use again.

Unfortunately, she has failed to keep this promise, especially since finding that the drug helps greatly with the pain her clients tend to leave her in. When she's high, she forgets the bruises... she forgets the screams... she's able to sleep without nightmares. This addiction is something she hides to the best of her ability, as she does not want Gabriel to find out and does not trust those in the Row not to tell him her secret if they found out.


bloodiedporcelain
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

kobrakid92

This looks interesting. How many players are you looking for to start bloodied?

Bloodied Porcelain

I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

Kaisude

Sent you a pm Bloodied.

EDIT: Very good character Bloodied, her background was a very interesting read. What a poor girl.

Bloodied Porcelain

I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

Dashenka

I'm sort of interested to know what kind of plot you had in mind. Is it just the daily struggles of the 'hopeless' or are they banding together for something or what? I need some more info before I fully commit myself to it :)
Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals and I get my back into my living.

I don't need to fight to prove I'm right and I don't need to be forgiven.

Bloodied Porcelain

This is mostly going to follow the day to day struggles and such... think of it of their "story"
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

Dashenka

Wouldn't it be nicer if there was some interaction between the characters? Like a romance or big rivalry or something?
Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals and I get my back into my living.

I don't need to fight to prove I'm right and I don't need to be forgiven.

Bloodied Porcelain

That's the kind of story line players plot out between themselves, not the person running the game. If you want a rivalry or romance or what have you, talk to the other players about it. :)
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

Bloodied Porcelain

Just letting everyone know that I'm waiting on one more CS and then I'll have the IC thread up, hopefully sometime tomorrow. :) I am going to be rather busy this week until Thursday and Friday, so if I'm slow to respond to posts or PMs, forgive me. Prepping for my man getting here on Friday. Lots of cleaning and shopping to do.
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

Ryan

Name: Gabriel Eduardo Alvarez
Nickname(s): Gabe, Gabey, Gabanti
Age: 20
Sexuality: Pansexual
Addictions:
- Heroin
- Mephadrone
- Cigarettes

Group: Prostitutes

Appearance: Gabe is tall with long limbs that are slender, bordering bony; his skin is pale and stretched thin, marked with track marks and various scars from years of self harm, living on the streets and using heroin. He has a shock of dark brown hair and eyes of an almost similar hue. He has a tendency to wear ripped, baggy jeans and one of the two old, ragged sweaters he owns over a tank top; however, when he's working, he'll wear tighter jeans and a nicer shirt. He has the letters 'D R' tattooed on the right side of his colour bone in dedication to his home.
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Personality: Gabe is odd, in one word. Many people have said he's completely insane. One day, he can be hyper, exciteable and talkative, never stopping and asking constant questions; seemingly childish, he'll act half his age, jumping around and playing pranks then suddenly being frightened and looking to others for guidance. Other days, he's completely silent but seemingly calm, drifting around with a glazed over, slightly pained looked in his eyes as if he's stuck somewhere else, his mind wrapping round past experiences. Other times, he's twitchy and irritable; he won't answer questions and snaps at anyone, with his words or with his fists, especially if he hasn't had his hit, he'll be incredibly violent and paranoid - its best at these times to just leave him alone. Gabe is partial to a little weed and greatly enjoys his booze when the mood strikes but he is not addicted to other, merely a recreational user - his addictions lie somewhere darker. He's incredibly prone to mood swings and changes in personality but there are a few constants with Gabe; he's incredibly protective and fiercely loyal to any and all from the Row.

Background: Gabe ran away at the tender age of twelve, after years of abuse from an alcoholic father who believed the best way to discipline his son was to sexually assault him.

Gabe was born in Uruguay but his father quickly took him and his mother to America soon after his birth, though this wasn't a choice his mother had say in. She was a drug addicted schizophrenic who couldn’t speak much English; a child wasn’t what she wanted, Gabe's father had raped her and then forced her to stay with him, knowing he could get something from the kid – food vouchers, benefits, money, anything once they'd moved to the US. At the age of 4, Gabe witnessed one of his parents' most horrendous fights - he doesn't recall much, just the vacant, glazed over look on his mother's eyes as his dad beat her around the room, calling her a smack whore and a deadbeat bitch. She didn't say a word, make a noise, register any pain until Gabe's dad grabbed a knife and slid it into her gut; it was then that she made a soft whimper, slumped to the floor and bled to death as Gabe watched. His father called the police but quickly hid the evidence and acted the part of distraught husband, claiming he had walked in from work and found her on the floor. The police were quick to believe his story; it was a bad neighbourhood and they were just too lazy to see past the lies.

Soon after, Gabe started school and did very well, excelling in all his classes though he was very quiet and rarely spoke. Teacher were always wondering why he turned up with bruises and his father never came down to parent-teacher conferences. But of course, this was the bad part of the city and no one was about to ask any questions or get social services involved.

And so, Gabriel managed to pull up the courage to leave in the dead of the night. He kept running and running until he came across the apartment complex that everyone called Desolation Row. He’d seen the pictures in the papers and heard the horror stories from kids at school about the junkies and the hookers, the people ready to steal your soul and sell it for less than a buck.

Cold, hungry and alone, Gabe had nowhere else to turn so he headed into the apartment complex, looking for an empty room to sleep, terrified out of his wits that he would be killed and his body thrown into a dumpster. But what he found wasn’t quite what the kids at school and the newspapers had described. Okay, it was similar. But it wasn’t all that bad. Gabe was taken in by a friendly prostitute who was only nineteen at the time. He was made part of the group, starting out as a scout, making sure none of the shelter workers or police came along and alerting the group if they did. After a year, he started to sell his body and gradually got into drugs, starting with weed the older kids would sell him but rapidly getting into heavier drugs and eventually ending up addicted to smack just as his mother was as well as mephadrone which he discovered from a client years ago who claimed it would give him a boost of energy.

A year ago, perhaps longer, Gabe came across Nionette, cornered and frightened by two gutter-minded pigs who liked to call themselves police officers. Gabe was never one for doing such a thing to a person, past experience taught him the hatred he has for sexual violence and he set them straight then paid them off and took Nette in, welcoming her to the Row and slowly, she became one of his own, a part of his family. Since then, they have had some kind of incredibly tumultuous and rapidly changing relationship.
Ryan

(I'm here, finally! xD And here is my CS. :3)

Bloodied Porcelain

Eee! RYRY! *pounces* Mah luver <3 So happeh you're finally hereeee! *dances you around* Unfortunately, I still haven't slept and thus my brain is like *dead* x.x I will post the IC when I'm less likely to babble incoherent nonsense.
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

Ryan

-snuggles and clings-
Bby, you really need to sleep! <3
Don't worry about the IC til you've sleptttt.

Bloodied Porcelain

My apologies for taking so long guys. I will have the IC up tonight, I promise.
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

Animegurl5

It's fine... I've been out sick for about a week now so I'm actually sort of glad it hasn't been started yet. Lols. :P
For the rest of the month, my schedule will be awkward and unpredictable. Please pardon my absenses and delayed replies.

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131173.0

Bloodied Porcelain

I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

Bloodied Porcelain

We're still recruiting! The IC thread is up and IC posting has begun!
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

MarissaSeraphOfInsanity

#42
Name: Grace de Winter
Nickname(s): Usually called Gracie by friends and members of the “family”.
Age: 17 years old
Sexuality: Bisexual
Addictions:
- Alcohol
- Cigarettes
- Ecstasy
- Cocaine
Group: Thief

Appearance: Physically beautiful, despite lacking any distinguishing traits, Grace’s appearance affords her the almost uncanny ability to both stand out in a crowded room one moment and blend into it the next. Possessing a small, petite frame and a height of 5’3”, Grace has soft, pale skin framed by cascading locks of ebony hair. Despite her bubbly personality, Grace’s pale blue eyes cause her expression to always seem somewhat distant and she tends to dress in dull colours like black and grey to avoid standing out. She also tends to avoid other distinguishing accessories like piercings and jewellery, although she has afforded herself a set of angel wing tattoos along her shoulder blades, usually hidden away from sight by clothing. 

Personality: Almost always bubbly and energetic in public, Grace’s cheerful nature is a stark contrast to her bleak surroundings and is even somewhat annoying to many of her “family” members. A thief by nature, almost everything about Grace’s personality serves to distract those dealing with her; from her energetic and approachable demeanour to her charming smile and the seductive flutter of her eyelashes. Of particular note is her frequent and expressive use of hand gestures during a conversation, an old habit she’s developed after years of using hand gestures to distract her marks.

Despite a vibrant smile rarely ever leaving her face, Grace’s personality is really just a front to distract marks and disguise her true feelings. In truth, Grace is a nervous and depressed wreck, afraid of opening up to people and struggling to make it from one day to the next. When she’s not busy looking for pockets to pick she’s usually tucked quietly away in her room, drinking in solitude or, when she earns enough money, in search of something a little stronger from the junkies.

Background: Born to a physically abusive, drug-dealing father and a mentally unstable, drug-addicted mother, Grace’s early life was defined by crippling poverty and almost daily beatings. Grace’s father was paranoid and in constant fear of the police and rival drug dealers, often venting his fears on Grace’s mother and, when she was old enough, Grace herself. Faced with such constant violence, Grace found it difficult to trust or bond with others. Although she was closer to her mother their relationship was strained at best; her mother would try protecting her from some beatings by covering up perceived indiscretions but would often rat her out at other times to avoid being beaten herself, while the fact that she was suicidally depressed meant that Grace couldn’t open up in fear of pushing her over the edge.

Grace quickly learned that a fake smile comes cheap and often acted cheerful around her mother to avoid upsetting her, while remaining silent and meek around her father to avoid incurring his wrath; a duality that would serve her well later in life when she needed to attract attention one minute and lose it the next. As money became tighter and tighter, things became worse and Grace tried helping out the family, stealing groceries from the local store and sneaking them into the house. Busted by her father trying to sneak small cans of baked beans into the pantry one night, Grace immediately burst into tears, cowering in the corner as she tried forcing out words in her defence. To her surprise, her father got down on his knees and held her, telling her he was proud of her rather than punishing her as she expected; this would be the one time in her life that her father reacted positively to anything she did. Encouraged by this, Grace began to steal more and more, and with practise she moved from shoplifting to pickpocketing.

Over the years, as her body developed, Grace discovered it was getting easier and easier to get closer to strangers due to her physical beauty and well-practised charm, using seduction to lower people’s guard. Eventually, at age 15, her mother would finally commit suicide while her grief stricken father would overdose on his own product months later, leaving her with only a few scars to remember them by. Vanishing amongst the homeless, Grace drifted between shelters and occasionally the beds of strangers. Eventually the girl would stumble onto Desolation Row, getting caught as she unwittingly attempted to pickpocket a fellow thief. Rather than being arrested as she expected, Grace was instead offered a home, a use for her talents and, much to her well-hidden discomfort, a “family” to keep her safe. Grace’s vibrant personality have made her quite popular along the Row, although none truly know the pain she secretly carries; her rapidly increasing visits to her dealers the only indicator that beneath her cheerful exterior something is beginning to crack.

MarissaSeraphOfInsanity
"She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes in pain."

Can You Cast Me Far From Grace? ~ Ons and Offs (WIP)

Sic Transit Seraphim ~ Apologies, Absences and Admiral Ackbar

Bloodied Porcelain

Marissa,

Thanks for your interest in Home of the Hopeless. Please review the requirements for the character sheet and make sure you meet them. Let me know when you've updated with the needed changes and I'll look again. :)
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

PrestaDGTation

#44
Name: Carey Parnassus Dalton
Nickname(s): Kaleido Carey, Dr. Parnassus, The Dream Coat
Age: 23
Sexuality: Bi
Addictions: Cocaine, LSD, Meth, Pot, Caffeine, and Colorful Crap

Group: Junkies

Appearance:  A disheveled looking young woman with thick glasses, her thin body clothed in tye-dye patterns.  Her light brown hair is worn every different way, from braids and beads to rubber bands and twist ties.  Her brown eyes usually carry a faraway look, but every now and then they snap into an unexpected sharpness.  She doesn’t seem to care very much about her appearance, sometimes dressing in faded t-shirts and jeans, sometimes in sheets and 15 dollar tapestries.  But her skin is smooth and taunt, and people can usually tell that once, she was very beautiful. 

Personality:
  Carey’s personality is difficult to describe, since she is certifiably insane.  She was diagnosed schizophrenic, which today means that she experiences hallucinations, paranoia, very disorganized thoughts and extreme symptoms of bi-polar disorder.  She oscillates from fanatically needing others to be around her and becoming extremely paranoid, locking herself in a room and refusing to come out.  This, understandably, makes her a difficult person to live with.  However, she can be intelligent and even charming, in the right mindset.  The trouble is meeting her when she is there.
  Carey is fairly sunny, but intense, due to her strong intellect constantly fighting for coherence.  Her medicine helps to mitigate the symptoms of her disorder somewhat, but she is still a creature of impulse rather than reason.  The medicine’s primary function, she will explain, is to line the two up more often.  She is very devoted to her ‘family,’ respecting the fact that she wouldn’t be alive without them.  As such, she tries to treat them whenever she can, and will irrationally keep any promise she makes to them.  When level, she is a deep thinker, and a survivor, who likes to challenge her brain with complicated ideas and plans.  She is bookish, and in spite of the artistic flair she is known for, her first love will always be science.  However, these moods never last, and she reverts to either a slightly child-like persona that is giddy to the point of vexatiousness, or she slips into her darker symptoms.
  Carey often goes through phases where her words don't quite make sense, especially when stressed or thinking about her family.  She becomes easily frustrated in these states, sometimes breaking things as she tries to explain.  Some people know how to calm her down in the these moods, allowing her to revert to a calm, even playful demeanor, who is extremely quick on her feet but otherwise unintelligible.  Those closest to her can discern that she blames herself for her family's death, and for a host of other things.  Life in the Row is as much an act of penance for her as it is an act of acceptance.  She secretly misses her dreams, and her innocence. 
  Carey has little to no modesty, and is sometimes extremely prone to suggestion.  Apartment mates that playfully ask her for a lap dance often end up getting one.  She places little importance on sex, seeing it as a way to get money or to treat a friend.  This changes when there are ropes and LSD involved, at which point she becomes genuinely horny. 

Background:  She had what some would call an idyllic child hood, full of family vacations, opportunities, and money.  Carey dreamed of being a pharmacist, like her mother.  This broke apart when her father became a drug dealer to supplement his dwindling income.  Over three years, the household became full of verbal abuse, mostly between the parents, but it also applied to her and the increasingly unrealistic expectations of how she was to perform in school.  One night, her father convinced her to buy cocaine from him to study harder.  After that, any money she got from her mother went straight into the father’s pocket.  Under pressure, she was using at an addict’s pace before she recognized that she wanted the drug.  When she needed more, she began to offer herself to people at school.  One teacher took her virginity, as she recalls, and she was free game for the student body, who liked the novelty of the teacher’s pet on her knees.  She found that she enjoyed sex, in the sense that it was another drug to use, although she was sad that her image as a perfect girl was utterly tarnished.  Still, things calmed down at home.  Her grades were up, her father had money, and the mother was obliviously grateful.  Her happiest memory is of a beach trip the family took, literally hours before her mother discovered the drugs.  That was where she fell in love with tye-dye patterns. 
  Things had already spiraled in chaos before they even got home.  Carey was put in detox while her mother tried to divorce.  The detox program is a hazy memory of sex, suicide attempts, rage, and mental breakdowns.  It ended when the father was locked up, and Carey was withdrawn from the program by her mother.  After hearing about how easy it had been for other participants to assault her, her mother didn’t see the value.  The two moved to another state and began their lives again.  Carey began a struggle with anxiety, partly an after-effect of her scholastic pressures, and partly a genetic disposition that had gotten a kick-start from her drug use, and partly the inconclusive detox program.  Still, she attempted to reclaim herself, with some success.  She got medicated, resumed her studies, and graduated.  Her mental state continued to worsen as her mother remarried, to a mechanic.  He never molested her, or gave her drugs.  Instead, he was just totally ignorant of and insensitive to her condition.  He would yell at her and hit her when she was going through a depressive or anxious cycle, in a misguided attempt to make her a stronger person.  It backfired, and shortly before graduation she fell back into addiction.  Her step father’s approval of her stronger personality while on the drug reinforced her psychological bent for finding approval in substances.  The summer was a whirlwind of drugs, sex, music, and fake smiles, as she geared up to go to college.
  She excelled in chemistry, which was what she had always wanted to do, running side projects to become more familiar with psychotropic drugs.  Her freshman year, she had a short but torrid romance with a fellow who introduced her to LSD.  She loved this drug initially, attracted to the hallucinations of color.  But on the third use it caused a meltdown that had her boy friend uneasy.  Her paranoia and past traumas prompted her to OD on cocaine, hospitalizing herself.  She asked that her parents not be told.  She would find that billing wasn’t so interested in her wishes, but for the time, she returned to college and kept working.  Her therapists gave her a stronger diagnosis to reflect the severity of her condition.  But Carey had truly loved the LSD, and would sometimes restrain herself by belts and ropes so she could trip without hurting herself.  This got her into the BDSM community, where she would offer to be tied up and used for sex, taking a tablet just before doing so.  At first, she had to pay to do this, but she met people who could refer her to clients that paid her large sums for the privilege.  Whether it was her constant use of LSD or the serial trauma of sex while under an acid trip, she started to experience hallucinations regularly, at which point she was diagnosed schizophrenic.
  She was in her fourth semester when she was asked to come home.  At first, she refused, but a Dean approached her and told her she would be expelled if she didn’t get help.  Weighing her options between continuing her life style and chasing her wayward dreams, she decided to return home and try to start over once again.  She couldn’t have known that she would doom her family by doing so.  Her biological father had been released a month prior.  Unable to track his ex-wife, he went to the college that Carey had always wanted to go to, and found her there.  When she went home, her father followed, and unceremoniously killed both of her parents and himself, on the lawn of the house as they went to hug her.
  Carey’s mind shattered.  The police found the corpses with tye-dye shirts on them, and found Carey moving her mother’s body to an easy chair in the living room.  They took her into custody, but after seeing what had happened, she was released, and forwarded to a half-way house.  Part of the conditions for her stay were that she remain clean, but she was unable to abide by that.  She left, falling into life on the streets.  It wasn’t so bad, she seemed to have been doing it all along.  Get money, buy drugs, and live as much as you could while you still felt good enough.  She tried her old tricks, and eventually made her way back to her college town and the pimps there.  These people seemed happy that she no longer had the option of a straight life to fall back on, and found clientele in other cities for her to enjoy.  She didn’t care.  Between the self-destruction, the grief, the addictions, the hallucinations, and a life-time of shattered dreams, she was content to float on whatever sick wind offered her escape, even to sadists.  She recalls being half awake on hospital beds more than once, sometimes hearing the word abortion, other times more complicated forms of damage.  She still didn’t care. 
  This life lasted almost a year, by which time she had gone from being the attractive but unstable young woman she had been in college, to an emaciated half-brain that was barely worth the cost of keeping alive.  She was told if she didn’t have at least 2 assignments per month, she would be killed: a pressure which only drove her further into what was left of herself.  It was on an assignment to the city that she was reintroduced to psychotropic drugs.  One of the don’s was actually a licensed psychiatrist, who started giving her the Lithium and other drugs she needed to retain any portion of her sanity.  A sadist in the worst sense of the word, he wanted to get her back to health before breaking her.  This brief moment of clarity was enough for her: she stole the medicines, took her money, and escaped into the city. 
  She had enough to live on for now, as she rented an apartment and began getting back into her chemistry, creating the compounds she would need to keep herself almost level.  Her body started to regain some of its vitality, but this wasn’t a long term fix.  Her mind was working as well as it ever would, which was just enough to know that if the pimp’s men didn’t kill her, she would either wind up in jail or commit suicide.  So, she started selling again, creating crystal meth and offering herself to BDSM lovers.  She would sometimes call the patrons and beg them to come and restrain her, holding herself back from self harm just long enough for them to get there, tie her up and fuck her into sleep.  It didn’t take long to get back the money she had stolen, which she left in a neat little pile next to a suicide note in her apartment.  Leaving it behind, she followed the customers.
  She remembers nearing the Row, and seeing people in Support Services Badges jumping out at her, wanting to offer her a free meal and to keep her from going into the hive of crime and violence just before her.  She wound up screaming at them, tearing at her own skin and crying in rage and in panic.  She remembers how they moved away from her and found other people to offer their help to, as she hobbled unobstructed into the DR.  That sealed it for her.  This was where she belonged:  the place the world wanted her to be, and the only place she really knew how to survive.  She was taken in by a rough looking male, who found her curled into a ball by a dumpster, and while he and many others have come and gone, she still lives in that little apartment.  Bean bag chairs for comfort, ropes for safety.  A chemistry set to survive..
  ..And tye-dye everywhere.  To remember..


PrestaDGTation
"I see. Hell is populated entirely by Theater Majors." - Majabya, while watching Hazbin Hotel.

Bloodied Porcelain

Wow! I'm definitely impressed! Welcome to the game! Go ahead and post her up in the approved characters thread and feel free to jump in to the fray anytime. :)
I want no ordinary lover. I want a storm. I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at four a.m. I want passion, I want madness.
I want someone who's able to make my whole body shiver from a distance and also pull me close to make sense of all my bones.

~ Bizarre, Beautiful, And Breathtaking ~
~ O/O ~ Seeking ~ A/A ~ Mirrors and Masks ~ Poetry ~
She walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like wings.

PrestaDGTation

  Oh wow, thank you!  I can't wait to get started!  I'm happy you found me worthy!  XD
"I see. Hell is populated entirely by Theater Majors." - Majabya, while watching Hazbin Hotel.

Kaisude

A very interesting character indeed, Kale might have to task her with a plan to make more money. Even cut her in if he has to. :P

persephone325

This seems interesting.

The "EX" in the title means "extreme", right?
This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck.
It always ends in a fight.
You pulled me from the river. Why?
I don't know.
"Don't dwell on those who hold you down. Instead, cherish those who helped you up."

Kaisude

Yes there was a disclaimer stating there would be some extreme happenings in this game. Not to be rude or anything of the sort.