Post by Christine Ruby White on Apr 28, 2013 19:23:26 GMT -5
Christine R. White
"I never made a deal with the Devil. The Devil made a deal with me."
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Player Name: Alice
Years Roleplaying: I dunno... about 7 years...
Gender: Still a female! xD
Contact me: Krissy and Rachel have my Skype stuffs I do believe and you can just PM any of my other characters.
How you found us?: Long time ago, when I had started looking for a phantom rp site.
Anything else?: Lets put a smile on that face! >D
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Basic Information
Age: 24 Birthday- December 13th, 1976
Canon or OC?: OC Phantom
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Appearance
Body type: Shes not quite tall but because she is so unnaturally skinny looking, she looks taller than she really is.
Eye color: Christine has very very light blue eyes that sometimes look minty green in bright lights. She also hardly ever blinks so they are constantly staring.
Wardrobe: She enjoys wearing dresses, especially red ones, and light colored trench coats that are usually tan.
General Appearance: Christine has the signature Japanese almond colored skin but its fairly paled, almost sickly so. She also has purple around her eyes from obviously being sleep deprived. She has long dark brown hair that looks nearly black that reaches just below her ribcage. Her most abnormal feature though, which she doesn't care to hide at all, are the slits on the right and left side of the corners of her mouth. Each cut is about an inch and a half long and never healed together so when she opens her mouth.... the slits open with her lips.
Played By: Miki Mizuno
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Personality
Ruby (her nickname) is also absolutely obsessive over certain things. Such things as skin, hair, mannequins, and sharp objects. For skin... she loves to feel smooth skin, slicing up rough skin, pelts, and of course - cuts. Because of the condition around her mouth -being the two slices at the corners of her mouth- she began an obsession with skin. She loves to touch it and feel it and mess with skin. She loves pelts and very much enjoys cutting through skin, usually others and not her own.
She doesn't care to touch other peoples hair or anything but she absolutely loves when people play with her own. One of the surest ways to make her forget about taking revenge for a short while or anything, drag fingers through her hair and she'll practically fall asleep purring.
As for her mannequin obsession, its one of the things she enjoys killing her victims. After silting their mouths to look like hers, she likes to put them in a little scene with a few mannequin friends, whether it be a tea party or a jogging session, she really has a knack for setting up a scene. She also prefers the company of death things and mannequins much more than she does living people.
As for liking sharp things, that's mainly only in the time she is choosing a weapon. She would never use a gun and usually not a sword. However, she is much obliged to use knives, daggers, and even hedge clippers!
Dreams and Goals: She dreams to see the whole world see red. (I'll let you use your imagination on that one)
Strengths:
*Fighting- Ruby is a rather well equipped fighter, only with sharp edged items though.
*Music- She is extremely well with the violin and piano but that's all.
*Ventriloquist- Throwing her voice became a necessity after her mouth accident so that she doesn't have to open her mouth wide.
*Persistent- She does not give up easily if she ever gives up at all.
*Quick- Ruby is very fast and has almost abnormal reflexes.
Weaknesses:
*Murderous tendencies- Ruby constantly feels like putting something out of its misery, beware if she picks you.
*Temperamental- If you say anything to anger her.... it would be safer to stand next to a volcanic eruption.
*Hair- If you can get to her hair and relax her, shes practically putty.
*Gullible- Ruby is rather gullible and pretty easy to fool.
Fears: She doesn't really fear much of anything since death is practically her friend and hell doesn't really frighten her. However, she is terrified of ghosts. She is really fine with seeing a dead body but the thought of it actually coming back to haunt her bothers her severely.
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The Past
Mother- Katsumi White
Father- Masahiko White
Brother- Gustave White
History: Christine Ruby White was the first of her family to be born in America. Her parents had both come from the coast of Japan. Ruby was born as a healthy baby girl with the unusual light colored eyes. Her parents loved her dearly, though thought it strange when they found a raven dead at their front door that same day and even that same hour.
Five years later, her little brother ,Gustave, was born. As he grew, he was a bit violent and attacked animals that came around the house. He didn't care for his sister at all, in fact, he would taunt her and laugh at her when there was absolutely nothing wrong with her. She never had any friends though, they found her strange and they didn't want to be around her with her violent little brother constantly hanging around.
When Ruby was thirteen, Gustave decided to take his violence to another level. Even though he was only an eight year old, he already had more strength than his sister and might be lucky to rival their father. One night when she was sleeping, she suddenly had a cloth over her mouth and nose and she woke up with a start but was then forced back into an unnatural sleep. When she woke up, she was bounded in duck tape, rope, and steel pipes that were taped to her back, arms, and legs so she could not move at all.
She screamed at the top of her lungs. But Ruby seemed to be cut off from any of the outside world. She was in a rusted cellar that had blinding florescent lights above her. Eventually her throat became dry and she became tired from struggling. Just when she was about to fade back into unconsciousness, rusted doors creaked open then closed and down came her little brother with their mother's best scissors.
In the corner, he brought down a few logs of wood and matches, which he set ablaze then set the sharp end in the fire. He then sat by his whimpering sister, begging him to release her. And to her terror, he began to laugh. Laugh! It was then she knew some sort of demon had possessed her brother, possibly even since birth. She continued to struggle, to some how get out of her bonds, which the boy thought was so amusing.
Gustave then brought the amber glowing scissors over to his sister, whom was having trouble staying conscious, continuously drifting in and out with no control. He opened her mouth easily and in one slash, sliced through the flesh of cheeks. Ruby screamed bloody murder, which only made it worse and rip farther. The sick boy laughed and laugh, the torture more affective than he could have dreamed of. She collapsed into darkness, blood being the last thing she tasted.
When she next woke up, the cuts in the corners of her mouth had been burned separately, stopping most of the bleeding. She saw her brother sleeping next to the small fire, the scissors a few feet from him. Some sort of strength suddenly grew in her and she suddenly broke free of the weakened duck tape. She stood, broken, tired, and.... something else. She didn't understand what she was feeling. There was some sort of feeling.... it wasn't exactly anger... and it wasn't sadness. Was it a form of vengeance feeling? It must have been, for the next moments were not her.
She had been such a sweet child, innocent and tried to love her brother though he hated her and the world and did what ever he could to destroy it. It was amazing that he hadn't woken up yet, was the little eight year old tired? Christine picked up the scissors and walked over to her brother, confused at what she was doing. She then began to pet his hair, as if trying to sooth him, though he was already asleep. She then gently rolled him onto his back. He looked so innocent, a little child sleeping and dreaming of little pretty things. Then on impulse from beyond her own body, she stabbed the scissors several times through the boy's throat, not even giving him a chance to wake before having to drown in his own blood.
The moment he stopped twitching, the seed had then bloomed in her chest and mind. It was then something snapped, clicked, and broke. Ruby smiled, her eyes suddenly wide as she suddenly began to disarm his face of it's skin, leaving blood and red flesh. In that moment, her parents had broken in, crying out for Christine and Gustave. It had been two days since they disappeared. They were then horrified as they saw their once beautiful daughter who wouldn't hurt an ant, engraving scissors into her brother's dead face.
They believed that it had been her who had taken Gustave in his sleep and had killed him. How little they knew. And now she knew she didn't have a friend in the world and she didn't mind. They were all dead to her any ways. Very dead. It was easy to plead her insane which ended putting her being taken by the nice men in nice clean white coats. She liked them, because they were dead too.
She stayed in the asylum till she was 19, six years having to act like a good little girl. Well, that changed when some of the patients found a way out and they had the bright idea of taking Christine along. Like a good girl, she pretended to be the four people's friend. They trusted her and could have never thought that she would turn against them at the end, only to have stolen a silver knife from the staff's kitchen. She was then free to wreck havoc. How was it that they were never able to catch her? She thought it so fun, that they sometimes came close but they some how were never able to track her down.
Body after body, lay slain by her hand, her knife, her scissors, her blade. The blackness that had consumed her brother, then spread into Ruby, whom was consumed by it. She fed it happily, her mind much to far gone to ever be retrievable. The red on her hands, never to be washed away. Of course... none of this happens in the real world. That is... until she woke up in a happy little mansion.... full of unsuspecting people.
RP Sample
"Thank you... I've been needing a new one." She chuckled, her red covered hands holding a violin and bow. In front of her laid a man on his bed, his eyes carved out, slits in the sides of his mouth, and a butcher knife sticking out of his stomach. The poor man had been a musician, a violinist to be more exact. But it was obvious that he was a newbie since he was living in this crappy little apartment.
Ruby began to play the pretty violin and played it well. She closed her eyes, letting herself be lost in the music for a moment. Many would ask why she would kill the man, did she have some sort of vengeance for him? The answer was no. She had been bored and needed a new violin. Who better than a violinist? And well, the man certainly wont be asking for it back now, will he? At this thought, she laughed a little more.
She then opened her eyes again, coming to a close on her short little music, and found she wasn't quite at home any more. In fact, she was on a stage. Yes, it was a bit dusty and looked like someone had been working on it recently, but it was good enough. She began to play her music again, giggling. Her now blood stained hands played effortlessly. She disregarded that she had been in front of a dead man just moments again. In fact, the transition didn't even make into note in her mind. To her, this sort of thing happened all the time.
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Credits
Template & Graphics © Admin Leffie
Song Lyrics Used: "Old Souls" from The Phantom of the Paradise. Music & Lyrics by Paul Williams.
Song Lyrics Used: "Old Souls" from The Phantom of the Paradise. Music & Lyrics by Paul Williams.
