Post by Vixaria on Aug 2, 2020 22:18:07 GMT
Morrigan Belmonte  the basics Species • Human Gender • Female Age • 26 Birthday • Feburary 10th, 1996 Sexuality • Bisexual the appearance Height • 5'7" Weight • 187lbs Identifying Features • Many of her scars are emotional. Overall Appearance • 150 words at least the personality Likes • Solitude. A good stiff drink. Pufferfish posion. Charming men away for the night. Dislikes • Nosy humans. Cheating men. When a plan falls through. Her parents. Strengths • Her charm and smile. Weaknesses • Kids. Dreams • To rid the world of filthy men. Fears • To ever let what happened in her childhood happen ever again.. Alignment • Chaotic evil. Overall Personality • 200 words at least the history **TRIGGER WARNING - MENTAL, PHSYCAL, & SEXUAL ABUSE WARNING** Father • John Belmonte | Dead Mother • Evelyn Belmonte | Dead Siblings • None Important Beings • Samuel or Sam Black, the man who killed Morrigan's parents then kidnapped her. Overall History • -March 23rd, 2004, Age 8- “Daddy, stop”, she screamed at the top of her lungs, “please, stop hitting mommy!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the violent drunken man continued to strike the woman. Still, yet, she continued to scream and plead with her father. Finally having enough the man reached back and backhanded the small child onto the floor, “wait your turn brat!” The man spat out the words as the sting of the slap made tears well up in the crystal blue eyes of the eight-year-old. Fearing for what she knew to becoming, Morrigan ran to her room and hid in her closet. Closing the door and shift the hanging clothes out of the way to use them as a hopeless shield. He would come for her, her father always had. Whenever he had more than a few beers the man would become outraged and nothing stood in his way. Morrigan could still hear her parents fighting in the other room. Yelling, hitting, and her mother’s muffled screaming as her father covered her mouth. Having enough Morrigan covered her ears to block out the sounds. When the sounds stopped, she knew what was coming next. The beating her father promised her earlier. Footsteps grew closer. They were heavy and stumbling down the hallway when her door burst open and hit the wall, leaving a dent where the doorknob was. Morrigan covered her mouth to keep from screaming aloud as the door hit the wall. She could hear her father looking for her, “where are you brat? You might as well come on out before I find you.” Tears began to shed from her eyes as she heard him rip her room apart. Hearing nothing for a moment and then with a sudden swing of the closet door, light poured in onto her. Her father drew back the hanging clothes to reveal her to him, a wicked and sick grin spread over his face as he grabbed Morrigan by the hair and hauled her from the bottom of the closet. Morrigan wailed as he threw her to the ground, quickly she tried to get up but it was too late. With a swift kick to her ribs, Morrigan felt as all the air left her lungs. Falling back down to the ground and rolling to her back. Trying to bring air back into her lungs, her father struck her again with another kick. Curling into a ball to try her best to protect her ribs. This only angered the man more so he began to strike her head by punch after punch. Soon the hits and kicks would subside and another form of abuse would enter her world. Snatching her up by the hair with one hand and undoing his belt with the other, “you’re going to learn to mind your business, little girl. To stay out of my way.” Freeing himself before her, her father forced himself into her mouth repeatedly. Finally, when he was done with her, her father tossed her to the ground and Morrigan laid there. Beaten, battered, and bruised… she laid on the floor and cried. It was several hours before she could move. Finally able to crawl into her own bed and fall asleep. Several years would go like this before something would change Morrigan’s life forever... -Seven Years Later, Age 15- “Son of a bitch”, Morrigan whispered under her breath as she dabbed a piece of paper towel to her bloody nose. Yet another fight with the old man that would be her father. She still had the black eye from the last one, it was just now turning purple. Stuffing her nostrils with the paper towel to keep from getting blood everywhere, or it would be another beating. Opening the bathroom door, she peeked her head out into the hallway, the coast was clear. Quickly she went into her room and locked the door. Tonight would be the night, the night that Morrigan had made her mind up to run away. She couldn’t take this anymore. The mental, physical, and sexual abuse was too much. For a split second, she almost thought about taking her mother, but that quickly changed as she knew her mother was too broken. If she told her mother what her plan was she would surely rat her out to her father. Morrigan had tried many times to get herself and her mother out of this situation, and every time it resulted in her getting another beating because of her mother. “If she wants to stay here, then I won’t stop her", Morrigan thought to herself. A single tear fell from her eyes, quickly she wiped it away. “Why are you crying”, she asked herself aloud. Quickly, while her father slept from a drunken stupor and her mother lay in bed from a drug-induced coma, she gathered her things. Just as she was zipping up her bag, a large crash from the living room sounded. Sure that it was her father again until she heard three pairs of footsteps. Things were then being thrown around and her father’s muffled attempts to shout were cut off quickly. Soon it was her mother she heard a scream and loud popping sounds go off three times. Then her door caved in, three men with black suits, masks, and weapons stormed her room. One quickly trained a silenced pistol on her. Freezing in place, Morrigan’s heart raced in her chest. “We will take this one”, the man with the pistol said. Before Morrigan could run or scream, something struck her over the head and darkness overtook her world. The last thing she saw was the masked man's eyes before succumbing to unconsciousness. To Be Continued... the role player Alias • Vixaria Time Zone • Central Time Other Characters • if any |
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