Post by leaf meya lockheart on Mar 28, 2009 17:08:24 GMT -5
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Leaf Meya Lockheart
mask of deception;
[/font][/size]full name; Leaf Meya Lockheart
nickname(s);Locki
age; Appears to be seventeen
birthday; September 15th
grade; Junior
species; Demon
gender; Female
sexual orientationStraight
canon or original; Original
uncovering the truth;
[/font]personality; Leaf is a very boisterous demon, often loud and sinister. Her main aspects would be her daring gaze, as she has a challenging aura which loves to cause trouble. Of course, she has a soft spot within her fiery attitude, but this is also a down side. Due to this soft spot often over powering her choices, she isn't seen as a very dangerous being. When considering her personal feelings, Leaf doesn't tend to share.
She builds up her emotions, before unleashing them after it becomes to tiresome to hold them in any longer. These outbursts often end badly, but no caring feeling occurs to her as she has settled her own problems. In another sense, you could class her as selfish and insensitive, but this isn't always true. When she is choosing to be more sane and less hyperactive, she can sulk into quiet depressions, mood becoming murderous and sinister.
If others where to consider it, it is like her personality has quick changes, snapping and snapping when ever it seems to wish it to.
likes;
Art
Money
Day Dreaming
Terrorizing In Any Form
Freedom
Reading
Music
Tea
Relaxing
Fun!
dislikes;
The Concept Of Weak.
Being Controlled
Her Inability To Sleep
Liars
Crows
Being Insulted
Liquorish
Religion
Over Happy People
Being Insane
fears;
Torture to herself
Sheep
Hell
habits;
Tends to chew on her lip a lot
Zones out at inappropriate moments
Fidgets
flaws;
Concentrating
Selfish Behavior
Stubborn
Childish Attitude
Insomnia
time machine;
[/size][/font]parents;
Father: Sol Lockheart - Deceased - Human
Mother: Teresa Meya - Deceased - Human
siblings; -
kids; -
pets; -
hometown; London, UK
personal history;
Leaf was born originally as a human on September 15th, under a fresh Harvest moon. The year of her birth has been forgotten within her clouded mind, but memories of her childhood remain bright and crystal. She was born to a small family which consisted of a simple mother and father, both raging from the hippy era of that particular decade. Her name reigned from the first item in which her mother saw beauty of after her birth. This was a simple Oak tree, it's dulling leaves falling to the ground in the soft whispers of air that happened to be drifting past that moon lit night. Being born with her mop of then luscious hair, Leaf was a content and quiet baby with only one fault of concern...she didn't sleep.
This never seemed a problem, seeing as she'd often drift into long phases of a zoned out state. These where often thought of as a sleep like fashion, but her eyes constantly being open and seeing where proof enough that she was awake to the world. Her parent's where thankful for her quiet nature and good behavior. As life progressed, Leaf watched as her Father began to become more and more corrupt, his motivation being driven toward more of a drunken and drug filled state rather than his family. This influenced the future corruption in Leaf's life, but it didn't evolve around such things. It was more of a personality corruption, seeing as it lead to her being unable to talk with others. Also, her insomnia began to become an even greater problem as she got older, noises becoming more obvious along with images in the darkness. This not only lead to issues in her early schooling, but also problems at home.
At the age of fifteen, Leaf found her Father unconscious, near dead on the ground. She stared, easily able to help but stood proud, watching him die from choking on his own vomit. She watched every moment, her own blank emotionless mask growing into a small smirk of triumph seeing him suffer from his dark passion. She didn't move from that spot, even when her mother returned home screaming. Leaf didn't care to explain and shrugged at the situation, therefore having a few nasty remarks thrown in her direction.
Nothing phased the new Leaf, her personality growing darker and darker. Those who irritated her in school either became hurt physically or began to back off due to her insane stares. Her innocent personality had faded ever since the death of her father, and everyone noticed. As the circles under her eyes progressed darker and darker, mutters of her being a creature began to spread, curses being unleashed on the poor mentally unstable teen. Nothing stopped or helped her. Leaf was going mental and unstable, and yet no one was able to see such things due to their mocking and fear. Not even her own Mother who seemed to scared to hold her daughter close to her withering body.
The day soon came, where Leaf suffered an untimely death. It wasn't to special, but seemed to reach newspaper reports due to it being so secluded. After walking away from home, frustrated with her Mother's small attempts to communicate, Leaf had began to wonder along the hidden pathways in the woods, gaze blank. Her eyes where unseeing as she seemed to enter a dream like state, urges for sleep so strong. Unable to snap out of this blank state, she failed to prevent the fall into a small ditch, neck snapping upon impact. She was found a day later, eyes open and finally unseeing.
Not dieing as she thought, Leaf awakened in a dark area, curses which had been muttered by citizens hitting her at full rage. Screams emitted from her mouth, eyes widening in terror and pain from such comments which seemed to burn her from the inside out. Seeing most things replayed, her torture ended. It seemed a life time to her, and she had never managed to figure out the true length in which these curses had inflicted their pain and horror upon her. In result of this, she found her personality and life taking on a new form...
Not a grand change.
The black void faded, revealing scenes she felt amazed by. Scenes of torture, pain, anguish. Things she found more fascinating than terrifying. Hell was its name.
Hell was what Leaf took as a home.
Of course, realizing everything which had opened before her took a good while, for she wasn't exactly in the position to be rummaging for information. Demon or not, she took the chance of power and seized it. If to note a thing that didn't change, it was the insomnia which haunted her every living day...and now her every dead day to put it in simple terms. A new addition to her suffering mental instability was murmurs.
These murmurs where the dull throb of the curses in which had placed her into Hell's pits. Although dull, she found them extremely irritating and often found release of this growing pain by letting out her own twisted screams. Screaming seemed to be the only way to unleash the pain that existed within her body, and she allowed this escape to only happen on certain moments. Her screams weren't what she used to consider normal, for they often had the disturbing image of her face growing larger, jaw wide as the screams seemed to unleash at a high pitch. The pitch forever grew, echoing out and causing more pain to spread. Her pain spread and inflicted upon others...but it was released from her.
That's all that personally mattered to her. Her selfish side of her personality formed from her disfigured cries. She took on a sort of screamer form, enjoying the theme of haunting and terrorizing...but a new ambition entered her mind after multiple years of Hell's typical items of horror.
Freedom.
Ever since such a thought entered her slowly stabilizing mind, it has been her main mission to escape Hell. Although, she hasn't been one to find Hell as horrific and disgusting as people had, but the thoughts of her own freedom and joy became a more interesting point of life. She began to set into form of doing this and heard of multiple attempts failing...each ending in violent and mind altering disaster. Of course, this didn't put her off her new mission. Her mind began to grow more and more, her emotions becoming more calm.
Leaf had changed and her ambitions had caused it. Although her dark and sinister pathways remained, her thoughts became more human like, along with socially. Managing to note the other higher leveled demons abilities to cross onto the Earthen atmosphere, she to began to copy their ways. Each attempted failed terribly, only inflicting a higher pitched scream into her mind.
Eventually, her attempts succeeded.
But her freedom wasn't long lived as she soon found out through herself being attacked by an unknown hunter. Such a conception fascinated her, and yet irritated her. Determine to stay upon Earth and live to her own ways, she continued to wander...
Even though she knew her fate of freedom would soon end, seeing as her privilege of freedom wasn't earned but forced into her own grasp.
Many years have passed since then...
mirror, mirrror;
[/size][/font]hair; Midnight Locks.
eyes; A Matching Shade Of Black As Her Hair.
weight; 107lbs.
height; 5'5
tattoos;Upon both her shoulder blades are two crimson angel wings - sized to fit each shoulder blade to perfection.
piercings;Three in each of her ears (lobes).
anything else;Leaf Has Black Circles Under Her Eyes Looking As Though Painted On, This Due To Her Severe Insomnia.
play by/face claim; Hanna Beth
underneath the mask;
[/size][/font]your name;Shteff
age; Fourteen
other characters; -
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secret word; -admin edit-
rp sample;
A thunderous cry echoed out from an unknown bird flying over the canopy of emerald green leaves - the noise continuing to echo into the land of the forest.Although the sound brought with it a sinister appeal, the surrounding light that penetrated the above tree tops evened out the tension. The foliage glistened from the previous rainfall that had graced La Push over the night, the beads of water gliding down the leaves of multiple plants. Even spider's webs glistened like ice figures, carved to perfection.
Despite such surrounding beauty, Kate gently allowed her feet to make their way through out the logs and vines that surrounded the ground. Her jeans where tugged down over her thin figured legs, the black denim of the jeans some what blending in. In contrast to this, her summer yellow converse glowed efficiently - fresh as though new bloomed flowers. She wore a matching shirt, it's yellow color bringing that added brightness to the woods that she'd ventured into for the third time that week.
To do such things wasn't really unusual for Kate, seeing as this was a common past time. Though, the difference today was mostly that she wasn't paying no attention to the beauty which over run the forest in its natural way. Today, she didn't pause to trail her fingers through multiple batches of flowers and greenery. Kate continued to walk, her arms outstretched besides her petite body as she marched silently along, glancing ahead. She had one place in mind...then she could settle and glance around.
Her curiosity often grew further and further every day, for every day was a moment passed. Unable to relive the passed moments was seen as a pain in Kate's mind, therefore she chose to live each to an acceptable standard. Although, there was a reason behind her venture today. After reading of a solemn attack within the La Push boundaries, Kate's interest had sparked to a new level. Having lost her mother to a similar tragedy the previous year, she had always wished to figure out the true reason behind this untimely disaster.
Another caw pierced the peace warming sound of the forest, causing her eyes to snap wide in shock. A stumble formed, and soon she found herself upon her knees. A sigh of irritation escaped as she allowed herself to relax on the ground, scrapped hands settling on her now mud stained jeans. "Silly goose...silly silly goose" She scolded quietly to herself, remaining on the ground as she finally realized how worn she was. Having been absorbed in her own little world, Kate had failed to realize how tiering her journey was. After all, she'd walked the whole way - seeing as her car had been kidnapped by her Father. She smiled at the sudden memory, her loose curls lounging around her face.
Blowing the strands that teased her nose away from her, she slowly stood up again, eyes widening. A trail of blood trailed from her palm, causing her to gasp gently. The cut wasn't to deep, but this had alerted her. Admitting to it, Kate hadn't even felt the impact of the now blood stained branch tearing through her palm. The pain soon began to form, it thumping in a small rhythm. A quiet wince escaped, but she chose to ignore this as she shoved the bloodied palm within her ever deepening pockets.
Continuing on wards, Kate began to walk toward an area in the wood she knew only to well - for she had often ventured to it over the previous year.
Why?
After many moments, she came to a halt, staring at the opening in the wood. The foliage seemed to be a shade less than the other on the outskirts of this vast opening. Everything about it seemed...off.
Instead of frowning, Kate allowed herself to smile. Sitting down, she placed both her good hand and her bloodied upon her knees, eyes glancing around the area in soft thought. Nothing different...
Nothing had ever changed in this area - the area in which her Mother had been found dead.
Such thoughts no longer seemed to phase emotion within her small self, but instead relaxation formed. Kate smiled, sighing as she stretched out her legs in the grassy area. It was then, she began to hum.
Despite such surrounding beauty, Kate gently allowed her feet to make their way through out the logs and vines that surrounded the ground. Her jeans where tugged down over her thin figured legs, the black denim of the jeans some what blending in. In contrast to this, her summer yellow converse glowed efficiently - fresh as though new bloomed flowers. She wore a matching shirt, it's yellow color bringing that added brightness to the woods that she'd ventured into for the third time that week.
To do such things wasn't really unusual for Kate, seeing as this was a common past time. Though, the difference today was mostly that she wasn't paying no attention to the beauty which over run the forest in its natural way. Today, she didn't pause to trail her fingers through multiple batches of flowers and greenery. Kate continued to walk, her arms outstretched besides her petite body as she marched silently along, glancing ahead. She had one place in mind...then she could settle and glance around.
Her curiosity often grew further and further every day, for every day was a moment passed. Unable to relive the passed moments was seen as a pain in Kate's mind, therefore she chose to live each to an acceptable standard. Although, there was a reason behind her venture today. After reading of a solemn attack within the La Push boundaries, Kate's interest had sparked to a new level. Having lost her mother to a similar tragedy the previous year, she had always wished to figure out the true reason behind this untimely disaster.
Another caw pierced the peace warming sound of the forest, causing her eyes to snap wide in shock. A stumble formed, and soon she found herself upon her knees. A sigh of irritation escaped as she allowed herself to relax on the ground, scrapped hands settling on her now mud stained jeans. "Silly goose...silly silly goose" She scolded quietly to herself, remaining on the ground as she finally realized how worn she was. Having been absorbed in her own little world, Kate had failed to realize how tiering her journey was. After all, she'd walked the whole way - seeing as her car had been kidnapped by her Father. She smiled at the sudden memory, her loose curls lounging around her face.
Blowing the strands that teased her nose away from her, she slowly stood up again, eyes widening. A trail of blood trailed from her palm, causing her to gasp gently. The cut wasn't to deep, but this had alerted her. Admitting to it, Kate hadn't even felt the impact of the now blood stained branch tearing through her palm. The pain soon began to form, it thumping in a small rhythm. A quiet wince escaped, but she chose to ignore this as she shoved the bloodied palm within her ever deepening pockets.
Continuing on wards, Kate began to walk toward an area in the wood she knew only to well - for she had often ventured to it over the previous year.
Why?
After many moments, she came to a halt, staring at the opening in the wood. The foliage seemed to be a shade less than the other on the outskirts of this vast opening. Everything about it seemed...off.
Instead of frowning, Kate allowed herself to smile. Sitting down, she placed both her good hand and her bloodied upon her knees, eyes glancing around the area in soft thought. Nothing different...
Nothing had ever changed in this area - the area in which her Mother had been found dead.
Such thoughts no longer seemed to phase emotion within her small self, but instead relaxation formed. Kate smiled, sighing as she stretched out her legs in the grassy area. It was then, she began to hum.
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