Post by Phoenix Lange on May 1, 2009 16:01:22 GMT 1
The Basics;;
Name: Phoenix Cassandra Lange
Nicknames: Nix, Cassie, Cas
Age: 21
Birth of Date: October 31, 1988
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Species Slayer
Power: Slayer powers
Alignment: Good
The Looks;;
Celeb Claim: Megan Foxx
Code word(can be found in the rules) Chosen
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Silver maybe stormy gray
Build: Her body is in the shape of an hour glass despite her slender figure and she is very boney around the collar and around the surrounding hip area. Her bone structure is very pronounced. Her total weight is no more than 125 lbs.
Tattoos or piercing: Two tattoos. One on her back on her right shoulder which reads “We will all laugh at gilded butterflies”. She has one of iconic diva Marilyn Monroe on her left arm. She also has one on her left side going up and down her ribcage that says “There once was a little girl that never knew love until a boy came along and broke her heart.” Her belly bottom is also pierced as well as her ears.
Dig deeper;
Likes:
- Books
- Chocolate
- Swimming
- Racing
- Helping people
- The color pink (Odd isn't it.)
Dislikes:
- Cheaters
- Pain
- Cold Weather
- Drugs
- Liars
Fears: [At
- Death
- Lighting Storms
- Losing her sanity
- Letting the world down
- Losing herself
Strengths:
- Helping people
- Listening
- Fighting (but only when she has to)
- Size (Because of her size she can get into some spots other people can not)
- Kids (Can always get them to calm down)
Weaknesses:
- Family
- Tears
- Right arm
- Kids
- Men
Personality: Phoenix at times can seem like a cold hearted person. She shows little emotions and rarely smiles. She pushes everyone aside and makes sure no one gets close. Ever since her watcher left her for dead she’s hated the world and those in it. Where her family was around she showed a side no one ever got to see. A softer side. But now that she is alone she has only that one side. The fiery, angry, cold hearted side. Though on the rare days when she is in a good mood she acts a bit off. It only happens once in a great while but when it does she laughs harder than she ever has and she forgets for a little while why she is in so much pain.
Story of my life;;
Family:Amy Lange-Age 32 Mother, Marshall Lange- Age 43 Father, Jr Lange- Age 13 baby brother.
History:
Phoenix grew up in a small town called South Bend. She was born on the greatest day of the year. Or so she says. Halloween. She was a very happy child and got along with everyone. When she was 8 her mother had her baby brother Marshall Jr. Lange. She was more than happy to be a big sister. She even made the promise to protect him when there parents where not around. He made her even softer than she really ever was. While growing up Phoenix couldn’t hurt a fly. She saw the good in everything.
While growing up she always wanted to be in the Army. So when she turned 11 years old she started to train. She would workout, eat right, got good grades. It made her parents very proud. When she turned 16 her parents helped her sing up for the army. Two weeks later she was off to boot camp. She shocked everyone who ever doubted her abilities to be in the army. When she turned 18 years old she went on some missions for the army. The hardest thing for Phoenix was killing people. She didn’t like but she knew it’s what she had to do.
While on a mission though. She got taken prisoner. She was kept for 3 months and tortured while being a prisoner. She even turned 19 during the hellish time. The American government was doing everything it could to get her back. Finally two days after her birthday they saved her. But when Phoenix got home she found she was alone in the world. Someone from the Army told the Lange family the wrong news. Her mother not being able to take that her first born and only daughter was dead killed herself. Marshall and Jr got into a car accident on the way to moving to Miami Florida. Upon hearing this news something in Phoenix snapped. She wasn’t the sweet little girl everyone knew and loved anymore. She was something darker and colder.
When she turned 20 she found out she was a slayer. Her watcher, Clarkson, found her and at first Phoenix and his clashed. She was a stubborn person and he was use to Slayers who did was they where told to do. But as time went on she found that he was like a father figure to her and soon she started to open up to him. But what happened next she would have never saw. While she was patrolling one night her watcher had much more than fighting vampires and the normal craters planned. Though he had acted like a father, he had plans on killing her. So that night Phoenix was beaten, stabbed, bitten, and even fed upon. After all of that happened Clarkson told her his plans. Told her how he wanted to make a point and that her death was important. He then left her for dead. But what Clarkson didn’t count on was her will to live. Though she was badly injured and near death Phoenix held on. Sadly though she went into a coma for 3 whole months.
When she woke up she was 4 months away from being 21. It took her some time to gain her strength back. But that only made her workout more and train more. When Clarkson left her for dead Phoenix made a promise to herself. That if she lived she would hunt him down and pay him back. After about 5 months she moved to a new town. She moved to where the new hell mouth was. Though Misery Valley isn’t her favorite place she feels she has to stay since not only is it a hell mouth but Clarkson lives there as well.
Sample Role Play;;
Her dark eyes looked around the grave yard. Something was nagging at her. Something was telling her it wasn’t a good idea to be there alone. But Phoenix Cassandra Lange had no one to be there with her. Her family was dead and her watcher had left her for dead years ago. So she did the next best thing. She pushed the feeling aside and gripped her weapon tighter. She was ready for anything. She was ready to die. She had almost felt the lips of death before. Many times. Once while she was in the army and once when she had a watcher. It seemed after Clarkson left her to die alone she had changed. Not only was she mean and cold. She hated the world and everyone in it. She only stayed on the side of good because she felt going to the bad side was too cliché and overly done. Thinking about that got her to laugh. “There is nothing in my life that hasn’t happen that isn’t cliché.” She mumbled to herself.
She sighed softly as she kept walking. Her dark brown hair was in a tight pony tail, her dark almost silver almost stormy gray eyes where out lined in black eyeliner and black eye shadow. She wore dark black Tripp pants that had some crimson flowers on them and shinny purple chains, she wore a black tank top with a black long sleeve fishnet shirt over it and her army boots. She found out a while back Tripp pants where the best thing to wear not only could you hold all the weapons you needed in them you could take the chains off and use the chains to fight. As she looked around the grave yard once more she felt a sinister smile grace her lips. Her target was right where she wanted him to be.
Clarkson, her former watcher now target, was sitting on a tomb stone training a new slayer. She felt pity for the girl. The new victim had no idea what Clarkson had in store for her. Soundlessly she moved beside him and toyed with her knife. “So how’s the training going?” she asked. When she spoke Clarkson jumped nearly three feet in the air. Phoenix laughed as he did “What didn’t expect me to find you?” She stood up and looked at the new girl “Hold on honey this will only take a moment.” She said as she turned back to Clarkson. Growling lowly she pushed him up against a tree and held him there by his throat. “I’m not here to kill you…yet anyway…I’m here to tell you…you’re my new target…your what I’m hunting…and I’m going to give you some time to think about everything…BUT if you do to her what you did to me I’ll make you wish you’d never met me.” She growled again and then suddenly she smiled a very strange smile “Being tortured for 3 months in the army touch me a lot of new tricks…pray you don’t piss me off anymore than you already have.” With saying that she stepped away from him and started to walk away. Clarkson’s new slayer watched in horror “Who was that?” She asked gently as she watched Phoenix leave. “My old charge.” He whispered softly.