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Author: Haldisa |
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Date Posted: 17:14:35 01/26/05 Wed  ::It's fun to lose and to pretend:: *She'd spent the night huddled under a nearby tree, huddled in a worn sweatshirt and a tattered blanket, not winter gear in any way, shape, or form. She wouldn't dare enter the church, but she now stood outside, by the road. Staring at the stained glass windows and beautiful gothic arches she was inspired. She smirked as she circled to the side of the building. She didn't care if anyone saw her, people were always blind to her 'type'. She'd show them. She raised the pistol, and sighted down her arm, holding the gun steady with both hands. The Taurus .40 glinted in the meager winter sunlight, as if it was anticipating action. She squeezed the trigger much harder than necessary, finding instant gratification in the sound of the shot, and the sound of shattering glass that followed. She hadn't hurt any people, she just hyurt a possibly expensive stained glass window; she'd marred the perfection of 'God's house'.* "Sanctuary, my ass" *she lowered the gun slowly, putting it away by shoving it into her belt. She didn't care who saw, who knew. The smirk still lingered on her lips as she walked towards the building and the shattered glass.* Name: Haldisa Narciso Nicknames: Disa, Die, Di Age: just turned 17 Gender: Female Appearance: Straight, undyed hair that is so dark brown it looks black. Being half Peruvian, her skin is slightly tanned, and many people often stereotype her for Mexican especially if they see her in her ‘habits’, although ethnically she is only minimally so. She has dark chocolate brown eyes, but often wears green contacts, and always looks very haphazard. Her hair is often matted, and she's experimented with purple and synthetic extentions, wool dreads, and the like. Personality: A bit of a klepto, when she sees things, she just takes them, she rarely needs them, but she doesn’t think of objects in that way anyway. This ‘habit’ obviously gets her into trouble, and has resulted in her being expelled from school after she stole several teachers’ car keys, wallets, and personal belongings. But she doesn’t always mean it, but loves to use it as an excuse. She’s not a very friendly person, and very lacking in social skills. Blunt and bitchy, she will not step out of anyone else way. She’s the type that would be willing to die in a game of chicken. She carries a gun, a 'Taurus Millennium Pro PT140 .40 S&W Polymer Pistol', not that she knows those specifics, the serial number and any such info are all scratched off. All she knows is that it’s a .40 caliber which can hold 10+1 bullets, and frankly it’s all she needs to know. She also has a switchblade on her at all times for close situations. She’s not afraid to use either, and has caused deaths with both. Past: Never wealthy, she grew up in the pitfalls of the Bronx, and developed the associated attitude. Her father worked on the black market, as did her older brother. Her mother played the role of housewife. When she was 8, both her father and brother were killed in a drive-by shooting. She herself was injured critically, and fell into a coma. After coming out of it a few months later, she suffered from acute amnesia, and still doesn’t remember much about that day or her father or brother. This is when her habit developed. She started to take things without meaning to, and was constantly accused of stealing. Her mother kept growing farther from her, since she had to start working to keep the household in order. When she turned 13, she started ditching home. She would only come home two nights a week, if even that much, just because she felt like it. In high school, she was associated with the ‘weirdo’/outcast group until she was expelled at 14. She rarely went home after that, bunking at a friends’s houses when necessary. She officially abandoned her house and the neighborhood shortly after her mother got pregnant, as she refused to be in the presence of such a traitor. Doesn’t even know that her mother died during childbirth, but that the baby boy survived. She wasn’t skilled in lone street survival, and was easily persuaded be taken under the wing of a hapless pimp. Needless to say, she got involved in prostitution, and even drugs, under his kind treatment. He did however give her a gun, what is now the equivalent of a child’s safety blanket or teddy bear. About a year ago, she left him with a hole in his foot, and hooked up with a customer that promised to give her a better life. Obviously an empty promise, but it was all she had. He dumped her, after some abuse of just about every kind, a few months ago. She backstabbed that backstabber (ironic justice, she knows) and has come here to avoid any conflicts or confrontations with either party or posse. Though her actions seem inexplainable, they’re probably related to a subconscious response to the traumatic event in her childhood. Family: deceased father, Manco Narciso; deceased elder brother, Rafael; mother, Sierra, deceased but she doesn’t know this; younger brother whom she does not know of. ::Oh no, I know a DIRTY word:: [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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