Thread: cyx's character / plot outlines {i'll update this with a witty title later}

ognl l cc X XxXXX non v ongoy meet antonia toni a freshly seventeen year old girl who lives with both her parents in the better side of town. now, although she lives with both of the people responsible for her creation, the quick-witted teenager doesn't get along with her mother nearly as well as her father. rebellion had become a thing of instinct, at first only beginning to pursue things that her mother denied her, but then later evolved into a spiteful game. along with her self-proclaimed quest to step on her mother's toes every chance she got, toni also had personal hobbies that she maintained for her own reasons such as narcotics, and painting. confiding in her father was something the seventeen year old always felt comfortable with, no matter the lining situation of the conversation - except the more embarrassing parts of growing up, obviously. but because of her solid relationship with the male counter part of her 'rents, toni's privileges were a lot higher than a misfit teenager should've been granted. x i created antonia a few years ago, but re-shaped her into what she is now for an apocalyptic fatherdaughter role play. unfortunately, me and my role play partner at the time went our seperate ways, but i'd love to get another role play similar to that one going, if possible. she's really bendable, though, and can quite literally be put towards just about anything you can think of including name change, age change, etc., so long as it's nothing to do with being in middle earth or something i don't think i could spin her quite that well. but don't hesitate to give me any ideas, that don't involve zombies, or a fatherdaughter relationship! dddy' gl on l - g xx xx 17 can be negotiated. ng xx xx intended for realistic horror family plots. onon xx xxx bisexual male preferred. ncy xx xx american-irish. c cl xx xxx ashley holat can be negotiated. l xx xxx run for day break. XXX XXX ndo above all else, scar had a very good way of pushing into people's lives when they were in dire need of survival. for pandora's mother, abigail, she'd been near her end of the rope, starting to debate solutions that weren't anywhere close to being classy or self respected. but for her three month old daughter that was growing inside of her, she knew she was going to have to do something in order to make sure her child could survive outside her womb. the only way to do that was to find money any way she could. but, prostitution wasn't that easy when you were starting to show a baby bump not many guys were into paying for that sort of thing. she was almost four months pregnant when scar contacted her with a very tempting offer. they were going to fly her out to their main facility in san francisco just to run the few money ideas they had for her, but the amount of money that they were offering to give to her automatically had her in the palm of their hands. the fact that she was early into her pregnancy was vital for their research and experimentation. they'd done several other experiments on women in the early stages of their pregnancy terms, but because the child wasn't developed enough, none of the experiments came out positive, and the hosts to the children always died before the child could grow to a surviving size. their hopes with abigail and her little wonder were high, expecting to come out with some complications, but to proceed with their progress, nonetheless. when it came down to the actual experiment, abigail was hesitant, but she still signed her life away anyways. after laying down on their operating table, allowing the gases to start clouding her vision and senses, she took her last manual breath for the rest of her life. when the procedure was over, the only way to keep abigail's body stable was to keep her under their influenced coma allowing the continued growth of the child inside her, without chancing death of the host before the nine months was up. and every day after, abigail's body was looked after as though she'd been put into her coma through natural causes, and their experiment inside of her was given even more care and maybe a few extra doses of experimental cells. over the course of the next four months, the growth and health rate of abigail's child were more than noticeably different than regular babies at that age in their terms. it gave scar's scientists a lot of hope, but they weren't putting their money on anything yet- after all, it wouldn't take a whole lot to turn the experiment upside down, even one dosage being a drop too much could overthrow the process entirely. however, through some sort of miracle, by the end of her last term, abigail's body hosted a beautiful baby girl and unlike the others, this one survived the cesarean section. she was the talk of the facility for months, and scar's leader was more than pleased with her out come, so far. but there was word that if she didn't prove to be useful to him, there would be orders to take samples of her blood and bone marrow before terminating her. not a lot of the scientists, or much of anyone else who was aware of the project, was very comfortable with those rumors, but their jobs and lives were on the line. reluctantly, after six and a half months since her birth, testing started to see if she retained any of the experimental cells. unfortunately, if she didn't, then most of what they were going to do to her would be unthinkable to do to an infant, but orders were orders. at first, nothing but what you'd expect to happen when you held a child's hand above an open flame. just from the shrieking reaction she had, they couldn't proceed with any more tests, not with their hearts eating away at them. instead, she was taken and treated for the faint burns along her palm and fingers. when their progress was questioned, they'd always lie, saying that she was bonding more and more each day with the implanted genetics. it went on until she was two years old, them lying about her supposed progress, and the leader taking it as it was. but he was growing suspicious, considering there had never been any written reports on the progress, and that's all his scientists normally did. so when he marched down to the lab himself and requested to see the child for himself and her progress, he was met with frightened eyes, but no one denied what he wanted. they retrieved her from her room and set her up in front of another open flame. only, this time, she no longer needed help to raise her hand above the heated source she'd been through this process enough to understand what to do. blankly, she raised her hand above the fire and stared holes into their leader's eye sockets. the expression on her face remained the same, her hand lingering as still as she could keep it within the flame's tips. her hand was beginning to darken, and for her safety, her caretaker pulled her back, absolutely stunned from the display. it'd been months since they'd gone through with the test again, but to come out like this... their leader was more than impressed with the show, and as a result, decided to take her under his wing officially. although he already had a son, he devoted a lot more time towards drilling loyalty and proper discipline within her mind. at the age of three, she was finally given a name. at first, they were going to name her after her mother, her caretaker's idea, but their leader wouldn't have any of that. he wanted nothing of her actual mother to remain in her memory, therefore, even her name couldn't live on. that's when he decided on pandora it covered the basis of what he planned on using her for, to spread disease. only instead of it being a plague to strike against the world, it'd be death by the hands of his experiment angel. between the ages of four and eleven, pandora was trained in strict self defense, as well as being taught how to control her genetic gift, as they liked to call it. she could no longer feel pain, which was an upside to scar's plans, but she also couldn't sense when her body was too hot or too cold. it'd be easy for her own genetics to be the death of her, simply from over working herself, or forgetting to make sure her temperature doesn't drop fatally low. it wasn't until her birthday, when she turned twelve, that her offensive training begun. and don't be fooled, just because she's twelve. scar's trainers were all adults, and none of them went easy on her at least, in the aspect that they didn't break any of her bones, minus her nose. but accidents do happen. when they were confident in her hand to hand combat, they moved on to weapons- first melee, then long range. by the time she turned twenty, pandora was a skilled freestyle martial arts fighter, but her interests were starting to detour from the underground facility. she was bored of seeing the same walls over and over, the same windows with beautiful greenery that was mostly tainted by human touch. she wanted to experience was it was like to breathe in something that wasn't recycled oxygen, to actually see what the sun looked like, to count the stars. naturally, she had no idea what scar had been doing behind closed doors involving their other experiments, so she was unaware of what the outside world was soon to become. even if she did, it more than likely wouldn't have changed her mind. although her loyalty was brainwashed, and she devoted her life numerous times to scar, she still wasn't allowed to leave the facility. she wasn't even granted access to the explosive range out of town. at least, not until she turned twenty seven. she was given a chance to prove her worth outside the facility she had no idea it was really a test to see if she was still worth the trouble, but pandora not knowing something like that was probably better than the latter. she was requested to break into the main hospital in san francisco and retrieve blood samples from the maternity ward. without question, pandora set off on her own, dressed as a harmless citizen. it was easy to waltz in like she belonged there, and it wasn't exactly like they had the lab under lock and key- this sort of thing wasn't usual when it came to hospital crimes. it was smooth sailing all through locating and collecting the samples, up until she was about to head out the door, messenger bag clutched tightly to her waist for extra precaution until she got off the floor. it was a maternity doctor who instantly greeted her with a confused smile. after sputtering some nonsense about being a new intern and having to grab a few things for a friend of hers at the desk off the top of her head, she slipped past him without sounding any alarms and escaped down the stairwell. when she returned, not a scratch or a bp out on her by the authorities, her newfound father was extremely pleased, and greeted her with open arms. after the very brief, touching moment, pandora was given something she wasn't expecting. free range to do whatever she pleased as long as she had some sort of supervisor, or guardian, to ensure she was safe at all times. when questioned why, he told her that it was for her own protection, and that he couldn't bare the mere thought of losing her so early into her life. being the girl she is, pandora accepted that as an answer and went blissfully to dinner. with her gift of access to come and go as she pleased, as long as she had someone trusted with her, pandora started to grow a little more content with her life underground in the facility. at least, until her guardian's started restricting her from going to certain places well populated areas, with several different topics and politics that could possibly jeopardize their progress with her so far. instantly, she saw it to be unfair, but she didn't bring it up in conversation to anyone. instead, she just let them strip away the freedom she'd been given, and eventually decided to stop trying to go up to the surface unless it was requested of her. when the man she knew to call father passed away, he left the second in command position to pandora. when she received the news after waking up from sleeping one morning, it hit her rather hard. it was one of the first real emotion moments in her life to make her feel strongly about something, and to this day, she remembers the heart-clench that seized her chest for days. even so, her heartache aside, she still stepped up to the plate and instantly started to pull her weight around the facility. it didn't take long for her to earn the respect of most of the members of scar, either, considering there was less of a chance that she'd shoot someone in the face for making her incredibly angry. currently, she still resides in scar's main facility, and handles most of the contracts that need to be done raiding, salvaging, and organizing the hunts for wanted men. when she's not handing the dirty business or out in the field, she's usually training, or blowing things up. x just like my first OC male, i know - pandora's also a mouthful. but, i made her as a standalone character for a specific plot in mind. i'd love to get her involved with something similar with her history her being an experiment of some kind, but i'm down for just about anything. the only real thing i'd like to keep set in stone about her is the disease that was implemented into her anhidrosis cipa. everything else, however, is free to change! n loyl ld wponzd dcplnd g xx xx 24. ng xx xx intended for the help, i'm alive! plot. onon xx xx heterosexual. ncy xx xxx made by SCAR. c cl xx xx milla jovovich can be negotiated. l xx xx x xxxxxxxxxxx n nnl crdgn there aren't many ways to describe max's upbringing, other than to use words like distasteful irresponsible abusive.. left in her father's care, a man who gambled everything he had and then some, maxine was taught a very hard lesson about life before she'd even reached her thirteenth birthday. being the only thing of value he had left, she was easily pawned off to whoever her father owed money, and was able to erase a piled debt. until shortly after the young girl turned fourteen, and her backbone had finally started to sprout. with no where to go, no one to turn to, maxine packed up what she thought she'd need, and fled through a window. food hadn't been all that available to grab, making thieving a necessity - a skill the now homeless girl had to hone if she expected to make it. luckily, maxine was smart enough not to just rely on her agility, and nimble frame to get what she wanted because of her age, and the general look of her from being on the street, it was rather easily to gain the trust of a naive stranger, willing to help out an abandoned girl. conning and pick pocketing came hand in hand by the time her eighteenth birthday had passed, occasionally followed by some desperate measures in order to gain a meal, or a relatively safe place to stay. unfortunately, with her willingness to sometimes put herself in the limelight for her cons, she isn't exactly unknown to the police force in most areas, which ensures her never remaining in the same spot for long. x like antonia to the left, maxine's been a character of mine for quite a while - one of my firsts, actually. she's pretty flexible as well, but this specific version of her is one i'd like to keep within her usual atmosphere on the wrong side of the law, getting blackmailed or bribed into shit, having to relay on unorthodox methods in order to survive, etc. but that leaves quite a bit of room for which plots she can be used for her name is something i'd prefer to keep, but her age as well as her appearance can be negotiated without a problem. con nod v ng co g xx xx early 20s can be negotiated. ng xx xx intended for realistic crime dark plots onon xx xx bisexual. ncy xx xxx american-canadian. c cl xx xx hattie watson can be negotiated. l xx xxx what kind of heroine? XXX XXX x ddl l coming soon! x side notes go here. g xx xx self explanatory. ng xx xx intended for realistichorrorfantasyetc. plots onon xx xx sexual preference. ncy xx xxx self explanatory. c cl xx xx model for this character. l xx xxx x XxXXX