Post by Sinclaw on Mar 25, 2006 14:52:53 GMT 12
[Name >> Lurlina "Siren" von Schmerz
[Age >> 17 years old
[Gender >> Female
[Tribe >> Wildcats
[Rank >> Hunter
[Nationality >> German
[Politics >> No pain, no gain.
[Romantic orientation >> Bisexual
[Appearance >> Lurlina is a tall, beautiful young woman (bear with me). She has long (very-)light brown hair, vicious emerald green (no pokémon pun intended) eyes and... (how can this not sound perverted?) generous... curves (this sucks).
Her choices regarding clothing are the following: black leather jacket, light gray tank top, black leather pants and black army boots (we're looking at a proverbial bitch here). This is her hunting gear (Please refrain from saying the following word: Faith). When she's "slouching" back in Central Park, she wears a dark green silk blouse, black "thigh-reaching" leather boots and a relatively short (1 feet long) black denim mini-skirt.(I need to get out more :-() Oh, she wears a tigerface-shaped ring on her left hand. Only connection to Dortmund.
[Attitude >> Siren is a stuck-up, sultry, manipulative, charismatic person (read: she-dog). She enjoys playing with other people's feelings, mostly boys', and walks like she owns the place. When not patrolling/hunting, she spends her time on a high spot tending to her leathery friend, a whip. (Unlike my first character, the whip is absolutely deprived of "consciousness", being a fully inanimated object)
She will always seem nice when engaged in conversation, yet underneath lies a the heart of a demon. She thrives on pain, suffering and just loves torture. "Ohh, those cries of agony... I feel like I'm at the opera. Maestro, I want to hear that... *chuckles* Vivace again! *lashes her whip at prisoner* *sings* Lala-laaa, your flesh is alive with the sound of musiiiiiic."
[Notable History >> Lurlina lived a good life back in Dortmund. "She ruled, she dominated the school", one might say. She was, by far, the prettiest girl that attended Dortmund Sekundärschule (which did wonders for her humility... also I couldn't find one single damn name for the school... and with Dortmund being as big is it is, this is gonna sound pretty stupid). Lurlina learned how to get what she wanted from her suitors without ever giving them anything substancial: a brief glimpse, a softer word and any kind of "false sweetness" she could come up with.
So, with no real competition, she would alternate between her lovetoys (boys and girls), never gaining a... bad reputation while doing it. A tigress in a den of kittens.
Yet one managed to catch her eye in a different way, by the time she was 15. His name was Baldemar Dringenberg. Along with him, Lurlina discovered the sinful pleasures of the body and, most importantly, the pleasure of pain (did I just write this?). As the sands of time kept falling down the hourglass, S&M practices became more and more common between the lovely couple, which bode well for Baldemar's fetish for being dominated. Having been on top all her life, she felt no remorse in whipping the boy's ass red and making him beg for more. You've been a bad kitten, momma's gonna have to pet you!.
All was "well" for one year. However, one day... one stormy night... after an intense session of love-making, miss von Schmerz woke up in the middle of the night. Baldemar was not in bed. She could hear sounds from the living room. She stalked her way there, not making a sound, wanting to jump Baldemar from behind. Yet as she got closer to the unclosed door, she began to understand what the noises were: voices, laughter. Someone else was inside.
What the...?, you say? Well, let's have a look-see, shall we?
- So, Baldemar, how's the plan coming along?
- Fine, fine, that dirne is sleeping. Rocked her brains out.
- *chuckles* How many tapes do we have at the moment?
- Well, since she just can't get enough, I'd say... a lot, beyond 50.
- That weibchen will pay for what she's done to me.
- I'd say we'll be cash in her check very soon... in humiliation.
- Helligkeit, that's what this was...
- Hagel zum König, baby, hagel zum könig.
- Yes, Baldemar, your plan was great. But I want you back soon, meine Liebe.
- Ich liebe dich, Hulda. Gimme some sugar
That foul kiss... those lips had touched hers not 2 hours ago. How could he!? Anger. Rage. Pain, hurt, whine, cry. Tears of love, passion... of hate. Blood. She would have blood tonight. A million knives crossing her thoughts like entries in an encyclopedia: each with its own special meaning. She went back to the room... smoke coming out of her ears, fire in her eyes, how could this happen to someone like her!? Payback, revenge... Tötung, tötung, tötung, tötung, tötung, tötung, tötung, tötung.
She looked around for what would be her first partner in crime. Handcuffs? No. Lace underwear? Hell no. His dad's cane... yeeeessss, that would do perfectly... she held back a chuckle, picked up the cane and waited for his return.
The door opened. He came in. Cane went down. Baldemar got knocked out. Baldemar wakes up gagged, tied to the bed and sees but lit candles all around. Ich weiß written on one of the walls. Worry, concern, cold sweat. Can't speak, can't move, bound. A grim shadow he had not noticed before rose from its dark corner. Green fire for eyes, flames cascading down its head, were those his jeans? "hmhghghg Luligna".
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Ten. Twenty. Twenty-one lashes at him. Was that a smile on the shadow's face? Again, the slim tentacle came down. Its swift kisses made his body blush... or was it "bleed"?
"True love runs deep, Baldemar. Your wounds shall run deeper!"
(No, not there... she wouldn-UUUUUUUUUUUUURGH)
Two. Three. Four. Blood is drawn. She looked at its disgraced state. Enough.............................................no.
More, more... hurt him more..... he deserves it. A needle... sharp, piercing... delicious. Ohh, that whip never looked so good.
(Grghgtfhghghghg-- wh..a..t th...e?) Glitter. (NOOOOO-... blank)
It is done. Never to rise again. Baldemar would be sated forever. Rain had begun to pour outside. Lurlina grabbed a raincoat, Baldemar's car keys and drove to the airport. Where to? Africa? Hmm, too hot... What about NY... the bombs... black... white... fresh start... perfect. Razorwire broken, smoke rose from afar, car crashed on the first fence. Whip in hand, "hunting gear" on. Walk into the night.
Fate would have that the Wildcats found her first. Her viciousness earned her the rank of Hunter (hope this isn't powerplay). Inner peace, blood, pain... ohh, that marvelous pain.
[Reputation >> Siren is in charge of "questioning" for the Wildcats. Her torture methods have been getting more and more creative over her 5 months in New Pork. Her seductive looks, binding all curiousity to pain have made her the Siren. Her songs can sometimes be heard outside of the Pits. Her melodious voice calls you, the lyrics... hehe, you won't understand the lyrics until it's too late.
[Age >> 17 years old
[Gender >> Female
[Tribe >> Wildcats
[Rank >> Hunter
[Nationality >> German
[Politics >> No pain, no gain.
[Romantic orientation >> Bisexual
[Appearance >> Lurlina is a tall, beautiful young woman (bear with me). She has long (very-)light brown hair, vicious emerald green (no pokémon pun intended) eyes and... (how can this not sound perverted?) generous... curves (this sucks).
Her choices regarding clothing are the following: black leather jacket, light gray tank top, black leather pants and black army boots (we're looking at a proverbial bitch here). This is her hunting gear (Please refrain from saying the following word: Faith). When she's "slouching" back in Central Park, she wears a dark green silk blouse, black "thigh-reaching" leather boots and a relatively short (1 feet long) black denim mini-skirt.
[Attitude >> Siren is a stuck-up, sultry, manipulative, charismatic person (read: she-dog). She enjoys playing with other people's feelings, mostly boys', and walks like she owns the place. When not patrolling/hunting, she spends her time on a high spot tending to her leathery friend, a whip. (Unlike my first character, the whip is absolutely deprived of "consciousness", being a fully inanimated object)
She will always seem nice when engaged in conversation, yet underneath lies a the heart of a demon. She thrives on pain, suffering and just loves torture. "Ohh, those cries of agony... I feel like I'm at the opera. Maestro, I want to hear that... *chuckles* Vivace again! *lashes her whip at prisoner* *sings* Lala-laaa, your flesh is alive with the sound of musiiiiiic."
[Notable History >> Lurlina lived a good life back in Dortmund. "She ruled, she dominated the school", one might say. She was, by far, the prettiest girl that attended Dortmund Sekundärschule (which did wonders for her humility... also I couldn't find one single damn name for the school... and with Dortmund being as big is it is, this is gonna sound pretty stupid). Lurlina learned how to get what she wanted from her suitors without ever giving them anything substancial: a brief glimpse, a softer word and any kind of "false sweetness" she could come up with.
So, with no real competition, she would alternate between her lovetoys (boys and girls), never gaining a... bad reputation while doing it. A tigress in a den of kittens.
Yet one managed to catch her eye in a different way, by the time she was 15. His name was Baldemar Dringenberg. Along with him, Lurlina discovered the sinful pleasures of the body and, most importantly, the pleasure of pain (did I just write this?). As the sands of time kept falling down the hourglass, S&M practices became more and more common between the lovely couple, which bode well for Baldemar's fetish for being dominated. Having been on top all her life, she felt no remorse in whipping the boy's ass red and making him beg for more. You've been a bad kitten, momma's gonna have to pet you!.
All was "well" for one year. However, one day... one stormy night... after an intense session of love-making, miss von Schmerz woke up in the middle of the night. Baldemar was not in bed. She could hear sounds from the living room. She stalked her way there, not making a sound, wanting to jump Baldemar from behind. Yet as she got closer to the unclosed door, she began to understand what the noises were: voices, laughter. Someone else was inside.
What the...?, you say? Well, let's have a look-see, shall we?
- So, Baldemar, how's the plan coming along?
- Fine, fine, that dirne is sleeping. Rocked her brains out.
- *chuckles* How many tapes do we have at the moment?
- Well, since she just can't get enough, I'd say... a lot, beyond 50.
- That weibchen will pay for what she's done to me.
- I'd say we'll be cash in her check very soon... in humiliation.
- Helligkeit, that's what this was...
- Hagel zum König, baby, hagel zum könig.
- Yes, Baldemar, your plan was great. But I want you back soon, meine Liebe.
- Ich liebe dich, Hulda. Gimme some sugar
That foul kiss... those lips had touched hers not 2 hours ago. How could he!? Anger. Rage. Pain, hurt, whine, cry. Tears of love, passion... of hate. Blood. She would have blood tonight. A million knives crossing her thoughts like entries in an encyclopedia: each with its own special meaning. She went back to the room... smoke coming out of her ears, fire in her eyes, how could this happen to someone like her!? Payback, revenge... Tötung, tötung, tötung, tötung, tötung, tötung, tötung, tötung.
She looked around for what would be her first partner in crime. Handcuffs? No. Lace underwear? Hell no. His dad's cane... yeeeessss, that would do perfectly... she held back a chuckle, picked up the cane and waited for his return.
The door opened. He came in. Cane went down. Baldemar got knocked out. Baldemar wakes up gagged, tied to the bed and sees but lit candles all around. Ich weiß written on one of the walls. Worry, concern, cold sweat. Can't speak, can't move, bound. A grim shadow he had not noticed before rose from its dark corner. Green fire for eyes, flames cascading down its head, were those his jeans? "hmhghghg Luligna".
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Ten. Twenty. Twenty-one lashes at him. Was that a smile on the shadow's face? Again, the slim tentacle came down. Its swift kisses made his body blush... or was it "bleed"?
"True love runs deep, Baldemar. Your wounds shall run deeper!"
(No, not there... she wouldn-UUUUUUUUUUUUURGH)
Two. Three. Four. Blood is drawn. She looked at its disgraced state. Enough.............................................no.
More, more... hurt him more..... he deserves it. A needle... sharp, piercing... delicious. Ohh, that whip never looked so good.
(Grghgtfhghghghg-- wh..a..t th...e?) Glitter. (NOOOOO-... blank)
It is done. Never to rise again. Baldemar would be sated forever. Rain had begun to pour outside. Lurlina grabbed a raincoat, Baldemar's car keys and drove to the airport. Where to? Africa? Hmm, too hot... What about NY... the bombs... black... white... fresh start... perfect. Razorwire broken, smoke rose from afar, car crashed on the first fence. Whip in hand, "hunting gear" on. Walk into the night.
Fate would have that the Wildcats found her first. Her viciousness earned her the rank of Hunter (hope this isn't powerplay). Inner peace, blood, pain... ohh, that marvelous pain.
[Reputation >> Siren is in charge of "questioning" for the Wildcats. Her torture methods have been getting more and more creative over her 5 months in New Pork. Her seductive looks, binding all curiousity to pain have made her the Siren. Her songs can sometimes be heard outside of the Pits. Her melodious voice calls you, the lyrics... hehe, you won't understand the lyrics until it's too late.
