Post by ANASTASIA BELLADONA on Sept 28, 2009 8:06:24 GMT
ANASTASIAODETTE - MARIE BELLADONA
it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT
[/left][/blockquote]it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT
FULL NAME: Anastasia Odette Marie Belladona
NICKNAME: Ana, Asia, Bell, Bella, Bone chill, Bone Queen
AGE: 19
YEAR: Alumni
ACCOMMODATION: ward 2.
BIRTHDATE: October 15th
GENDER: female
ORIENTATION: heterosexual STATUS: Single – currently in an interesting relationship.
CANON/ORIGINAL: Original
don't worry you'll find somebody
SOMEONE TO TELL HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIFE
LIKES: Books, boys, sweets, cigarettes, drawing, colors, alone time, the rain,
DISLIKES: alcohol,
STRENGTHS: Her body,
WEAKNESSES: Hot baths,
FEARS:
. Room 407
. Being rejected
. Some of the Guards.
GOALS:
. To stay alive in Bellafields
. One day able to live a semi normal life, even if it means living inside the walls of Bellafrields, with a husband and maybe even have a family.
SECRETS:
.She has once tried to escape Bellafields, and failed. She killed a guard in the process and was ‘disciplined’ upon return to her ward. She has nightmares ever since.
. She got pregnant by a guard at the age of seventeen. It was discovered not too long after a check up was conducted. It was aborted much to the pain of Anastasia.
DISORDER:
Because of her body’s constant changes in temperature, she has unintentional anorexia. She will eat but the heat or cold can burn it off quickly, and while some say this is a metabolism, she refuses to eat much more because she doesn’t want to seem fat, even if she has a logical explanation for her body’s constant craving for food.
PERSONALITYquiet, independent, calculating, fearful, emotional - but calm most of the time, dependent, loyal, trustworthy, courageous, sensual, sexual, observant, loving, curious, giving, caring, dreamer, bookworm, bitchy when aggravated, mean when aggravated, a fighter, secretive.
'cause you're so perfect
AND NO ONE MEASURES UP
PB: Gemma Ward
HEIGHT: 5 foot 7
WEIGHT: 120 lb
HAIR: Blond, long hair, naturally wavy.
EYES: Blue/Green
BODY TYPE: Thin, athletic, flexible.
MUTATION:
Bone Manipulation:
Anastasia has this mutation which makes her bone structure change. She cannot shift shapes with her bones, but she has been able to create weapons, spikes, claws, horns, corkscrews, and other various weapons or items with her bones. It hurts every time they come out but with her temperature mutation it often is dulled. She doesn’t become weak easily by using her powers, but she often has stiff joints or broken bones after using it too much.
Body Temperature Fluctuation:
She can control her body temperature, able to make it both burning hot and freezing cold. The highest she has ever been so far has been about 2372 F, or 1300 C, which is about the temperature of a blowtorch. She doesn’t like going this high for it leaves burns on her skin which she has to get treated, and the less time she is with the doctors the better.
The coldest, on the other hand, she has been able to drop is to about -80, though she is still working on going colder. Much like with her body heat, she will have parts of her body that will freeze solid. But unlike most of frost bite, her body does not turn the unsightly black, but rather her normal color of skin. She will eventually thaw out, but she cannot raise her body heat on her own, but rather must be warmed by blankets and her own natural body temperature rising.
STYLE: Anastasia is really a fitted jeans, tank top and hoddie kind of girl, She is often seen more then once in a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, or a pair of jeans and a tank top, or any mixture. Because of her fluctuating temperature she often needs a sweatshirt or hoodie around her to keep her warm, or at the same time, it keeps her comfortable, and often is a protective layer against sharp objects or just a comfort blanket. But at the same time she dresses in whatever is easiest, and her shorts and hoodies are that.
Make up: Natural, she often has a bit of lip gloss and eyeshadow as well as mascara, but she will always, always have a little bit of eyeliner on. It makes her feel pretty and helps stand out her eyes.
yeah all by yourself
YOU'RE ALL MESSED UP
MOTHER: Rosalie Belladona - 53 - Doctor – New York
FATHER: Arnold Belladona - 63 – Lawyer- New York
SIBLINGS: Bryan Belladona - 29 – Lawyer – Miami, Florida
Roy Belladona - 26 – Government Employee – San Francisco, California
Caroline Hunters - 25 - occupation – Paris, France
OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: Albert Belladona - 63 - Scientist – London, England - Uncle
Gregory Meier – 99 – Retired Spy – New York - Grandfather
HISTORY:
When Rosalie met Arnold it wasn’t at some club, it wasn’t at a library or on the street; it was because some unhappy client decided to sue her for negligence. Though it was clear from the start that it was a false case to start with, Arnold took it to be near the ravishing beauty that was Rosalie Meier. She was quiet the catch, and while Arnold hands down won the case, not only getting Rose some money and fame in return, but he also got a date with her. One date turned to two, two to four, four to nine, and nine turned into moving in together. The pair where the happiest they could be, and at twenty four, the pair started to think about marriage and kids. And so it happened, the pair started out with a son before they were married. Little Bryan Belladona was the light of their lives. They were happy as can be and it was after their sons first birthday did they actually get married.
Three years later, out popped Roy, and nine months after that followed by a sister, Caroline.
All three of these babies seemed beautiful, bright, and loving. But after two miscarriages and a false pregnancy, they thought their chance for more children was over. That is, until after new years and in March that Rosalie found herself pregnant once more. This baby would come to term, and Anastasia would be born. She was far different then her mother’s dark beautiful looks, she had her fathers blond hair and her mothers green eyes. As she grew up she would show to have her fathers calculating skills and her mother’s kind heart, and most of all, her grandfather, her uncle, and her father’s strange DNA coding.
Her father and her uncle where both anomalies. They both had something missing in their DNA pattern, but neither knew it. Though what about a one in a million chance that Rose’s father had the strange defect, and only went into his youngest granddaughter. She had the highest chance for the experimental treatments. It was thanks to her Grandfathers old job in the intelligent agency, and her brothers work with the Government. Agents who worked for Bellafield found that Belladona didn’t have the DNA coding they were looking for, but his sixteen year old sister did.
Anastasia didn’t remember exactly what happened, but what she did remember was a pair of men picking her up as she headed home from high school, thrown into a van and knocked out. The next thing she knew she was in a dark cell, having hard time breathing, and she could see other kids, younger or older, also in the cells. She would slowly begin to mutate, her body changing depending on how cold or hot she was, so she was always comfortable, and she soon found herself losing wait, and her clothing also became a problem as she often had numerous holes within them from her bone manipulations.
It wasn’t long after she was moved into Ward one, that she tried her first attempt at freedom. It was late, and she was walking down the halls towards her room with a guard not too far behind her, when she noticed one thing. A door, a door that lead to the kitchen with also lead to the loading docks. In a desperate move, she used her power and attacked the guard quickly, before making a break for it through the kitchen. She got into the loading docks before some one had spotted her, and it only took a few minutes for her to be taken down by tazers and guards, and dragged back to her room. It was later that week, or month? She wasn’t sure, but they came for her for ‘disciplinary actions.’
She never told about what happened in that room, but it would give her nightmares for months not soon after that. But it was at time she also accepted what she was, what she was going to be, and she made friends with anyone she could, other patients, guards, and the chefs of the kitchen.
It was also around this time, that she met Ryan.
Ryan was a new guard in the ward, and she found herself many a time trapped between him and a wall, lips against one another and frantic lust in their veins. He was far beyond good looking, and the pair found themselves in a kind of relationship, where she needed some one to care for her, and he needed some one different and to be care for.
Though it was also Ryan who got her pregnant, and not too long later she was sent for her monthly check up, and they discovered the little thing growing inside her.
She was given an abortion almost immediately, and Ryan was never heard from again.
Though he was a one time thing, and as she got older, Anastasia found other lovers as well, mostly the guards who had nothing better to do in Ward two. Though other patients looking for comfort and the occasional chef were also good lovers; but there was always something about the strong guards having their way with the ‘bone queen’ or the ‘bone chill’ as she is some times called.
She is finding her life some what easier now, though training and the experiments are hard on her some times, she is able to get through them.
Just to live one more day.
i was losing myself
TO SOMEBODY ELSE
OOC NAME: CUPID
AGE: 18, eighteen, whatever i'm legal ;3
AREA: The US of A, PEEPS
CODEWORD: PRISIMS
RP SAMPLE:
[From a Werewolf x Vampire role play. if you want something else just ask ^^]
A year ago, Marleen Fox would have laughed at the thought of werewolves and vampires. A year ago, she would have smiled and stayed out all night just watching the full moon, listening to her iPod and draw until sunrise. A year ago, Marleen was a normal girl, the girl next door to Cecilia McKay, the class president, home coming queen, and Miss Teen New Hampshire. She wanted to gag. Marleen had been decent, but she had never really attracted that kind of attention, and she didn't mind any more. She was half way through her High school year, and the sooner had been over, the better.
A year ago, Marleen Fox wasn't a werewolf.
It happened on a night like last night. She had been out watching the full moon when she suddenly felt sick, she felt like she was about to die, and she started to burn up. Her bones creaked and groaned, she was screaming, until she finally was come over with a sudden instinct. Something she never felt before. She had shook her head, reaching up to feel it, only to discover that it wasn't a hand, a pale, nail bitten hand, but a paw! a paw with glistening black nails and soft red gold fur! She got up, only to find herself completely covered with fur! And on four legs! Safe to say she was completely confused until she felt the instinct come over again. She was off running, she needed to run, feel the breeze in her fur...she hunted small game, she was easily distracted until the pain came over her again, and she screamed, howled, until she was once again her human form, naked, and in the dead center of the woods.
She was found by another few kids, actually some with the same predicament as herself, people who she had always admired for being so strong willed, free, handsome. She had joined the three boys as one of the group. She had changed that night, twelve months ago. And she was now...
Marleen Fox had changed for the good. She had become more attractive, her long red hair, sparkled with blond, had sheen to it. Her pale skin cleared up and more defined, yet softer. Her eyes were wilder, but had a seductive nature to it. She even grew a bit in the chest. She even got taller, so she didn't need to wear heels any longer.
Her once six friends grew into a larger group, though they weren't the ones she hung out with every day. Those three boys were her best friends, they where the only ones who understood how she could change so quickly. They were there...
They were a pack.
Marleen groaned as the sixth period bell rang. Finally. She thought with relief Spring Break. It was a time she needed. Her older friends were all heading out of town, most everyone was. Even her parents were going on a cruise to the Caribbean. And who was she stuck with? Three idiots and a group of vampires.
Oh, Vampires? I forgot to mention that, didn't I?
A reason they had all been changed...The boys discovered theirs earlier because they had the gene in their direct DNA, from their grandfathers. But hers? Was all the way back four generations ago in her great grandmothers, who lived over in Canada, in by the coast. She still lived, bless her heart, in hiding, but she still lived. All werewolves know where one another are, it was just the way they were born, the way the connected.
The vampires had moved more recently, about two years ago. And had been in rather seclusion. They went to school, but you almost never saw them except for the early zero hour class that she had to take with them...Damn English. They didn't want to be seen...except for those rare days they decided they wanted to be apart of the class, rather then take it online. They were handsome, and up until a year ago, Marleen never saw them. Except for the occasional day the youngest had been in her English class.
She became aware of them when she came into her Zero hour class and smelt something awful, and felt the...aura of another...creature. It wasn't a wolf, but rather...
She didn't need take long to find them...the pair, except for the forty five year old teacher, were the only ones in the room. He was a cocky one, as she was assigned a seat beside him. Oh, when she sat down, they both went ridged.
"So it seems three turned into four?"
"What the hell are you? You stink like death." she had to breath when she looked into her new text book, it was new, and smelled of nature and soft trees.
"A Vampire, my dear wolf. I do believe we will have a complete wonderful time with one another."
Marleen stood up from her desk once most of the class was gone. She packed her things slowly, fixing her denim skirt that came to mid thigh, her green hunter top with a bit of a Victorian feel to it, and finally a pair of white tennis shoes, a bit of green along the sides and dashes of different colors. She had wanted it simple for today, even her eyes, a soft gray, were outlined in black and held a dramatic effect.
The eighteen year old hurried out of the class, heading towards her locker and quickly shoved half her books in, and taking only two things out, before slamming, locking the door, and headed outside.
Last night was the full moon, and though she could change on command now, and in daylight, she preferred in the darkness, and in the full moon...as long as she did it a few times a month she was fine. She had gone out, fed her hunger, allowed the wolf in her to soar and now it was Marleen's turn.
She headed outside, looking around for three faces she knew and loved. They were headed over to her house, as always, into the basement to talk, drink soda, watch TV, play video games...what normal wolf, teenagers would do.
Even though they were far from normal.
A year ago, Marleen Fox would have laughed at the thought of werewolves and vampires. A year ago, she would have smiled and stayed out all night just watching the full moon, listening to her iPod and draw until sunrise. A year ago, Marleen was a normal girl, the girl next door to Cecilia McKay, the class president, home coming queen, and Miss Teen New Hampshire. She wanted to gag. Marleen had been decent, but she had never really attracted that kind of attention, and she didn't mind any more. She was half way through her High school year, and the sooner had been over, the better.
A year ago, Marleen Fox wasn't a werewolf.
It happened on a night like last night. She had been out watching the full moon when she suddenly felt sick, she felt like she was about to die, and she started to burn up. Her bones creaked and groaned, she was screaming, until she finally was come over with a sudden instinct. Something she never felt before. She had shook her head, reaching up to feel it, only to discover that it wasn't a hand, a pale, nail bitten hand, but a paw! a paw with glistening black nails and soft red gold fur! She got up, only to find herself completely covered with fur! And on four legs! Safe to say she was completely confused until she felt the instinct come over again. She was off running, she needed to run, feel the breeze in her fur...she hunted small game, she was easily distracted until the pain came over her again, and she screamed, howled, until she was once again her human form, naked, and in the dead center of the woods.
She was found by another few kids, actually some with the same predicament as herself, people who she had always admired for being so strong willed, free, handsome. She had joined the three boys as one of the group. She had changed that night, twelve months ago. And she was now...
Marleen Fox had changed for the good. She had become more attractive, her long red hair, sparkled with blond, had sheen to it. Her pale skin cleared up and more defined, yet softer. Her eyes were wilder, but had a seductive nature to it. She even grew a bit in the chest. She even got taller, so she didn't need to wear heels any longer.
Her once six friends grew into a larger group, though they weren't the ones she hung out with every day. Those three boys were her best friends, they where the only ones who understood how she could change so quickly. They were there...
They were a pack.
Marleen groaned as the sixth period bell rang. Finally. She thought with relief Spring Break. It was a time she needed. Her older friends were all heading out of town, most everyone was. Even her parents were going on a cruise to the Caribbean. And who was she stuck with? Three idiots and a group of vampires.
Oh, Vampires? I forgot to mention that, didn't I?
A reason they had all been changed...The boys discovered theirs earlier because they had the gene in their direct DNA, from their grandfathers. But hers? Was all the way back four generations ago in her great grandmothers, who lived over in Canada, in by the coast. She still lived, bless her heart, in hiding, but she still lived. All werewolves know where one another are, it was just the way they were born, the way the connected.
The vampires had moved more recently, about two years ago. And had been in rather seclusion. They went to school, but you almost never saw them except for the early zero hour class that she had to take with them...Damn English. They didn't want to be seen...except for those rare days they decided they wanted to be apart of the class, rather then take it online. They were handsome, and up until a year ago, Marleen never saw them. Except for the occasional day the youngest had been in her English class.
She became aware of them when she came into her Zero hour class and smelt something awful, and felt the...aura of another...creature. It wasn't a wolf, but rather...
She didn't need take long to find them...the pair, except for the forty five year old teacher, were the only ones in the room. He was a cocky one, as she was assigned a seat beside him. Oh, when she sat down, they both went ridged.
"So it seems three turned into four?"
"What the hell are you? You stink like death." she had to breath when she looked into her new text book, it was new, and smelled of nature and soft trees.
"A Vampire, my dear wolf. I do believe we will have a complete wonderful time with one another."
Marleen stood up from her desk once most of the class was gone. She packed her things slowly, fixing her denim skirt that came to mid thigh, her green hunter top with a bit of a Victorian feel to it, and finally a pair of white tennis shoes, a bit of green along the sides and dashes of different colors. She had wanted it simple for today, even her eyes, a soft gray, were outlined in black and held a dramatic effect.
The eighteen year old hurried out of the class, heading towards her locker and quickly shoved half her books in, and taking only two things out, before slamming, locking the door, and headed outside.
Last night was the full moon, and though she could change on command now, and in daylight, she preferred in the darkness, and in the full moon...as long as she did it a few times a month she was fine. She had gone out, fed her hunger, allowed the wolf in her to soar and now it was Marleen's turn.
She headed outside, looking around for three faces she knew and loved. They were headed over to her house, as always, into the basement to talk, drink soda, watch TV, play video games...what normal wolf, teenagers would do.
Even though they were far from normal.
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