Post by wrath on May 30, 2011 19:06:52 GMT -6
x x Phoenix x x
“Well, tell me a little about yourself. What’s your name?”
Call me Phoenix. I do not answer to any other name, because Phoenix is my name. Though, sometimes if you call me Nix I will answer. Other times I might just punch you in the face or knee you in the balls. Why am I called Phoenix? Because the I have the firey bird tattoo on my lower back.[/size]
“Next question, how’s school?”
I used to go to Westport High School. It was a good school in Ocala, but not MY type of school. I got into fights with the bitch cheerleaders and the jocks always wanted to get into my pants. Really, I had a permenant seat in the detention room and the Principle soon got used to me coming into his office every other week. Seriously, my reptutation was not the best but they kept me only because I can sing and they wanted me in their stupid geek program. Anyway, I slept around a lot, since my freshman year to my junior. Yeah, I only got two grades in before they finally got sick of my ass and I got in trouble with the law.
“What did you do when you weren’t in school?”
The usual thing for a girl like me. I rode my Kawasaki Ninja around town, doing things that my parents would be horrified about. When I went home, it was to a large mansion that was enclosed with a iron fence. Yeah, my parents were rich, my dad being a council man and my mother a damn good lawyer. They wanted me to follow in their footsteps, but I wasn't that type of girl. They were never around anyway, so they didn't notice my downfall from a pretty teachers pet to the easy whore at school.[/size]
“Tell me about your friends and family. How are your relationships with them?”
As a only child, I really didn't have much of a relationship with my parents. For every birthday, my parents would send me a envelope with a couple thousand dollars and a card picked out by their secretaries. I didn'y really mind, usually spending cash of school supplies until I got older. I was sick of being ignored by my parents so I struck out and became a deliquent, bying the leather, the motorcycle, getting pierces and tattoos just to piss off the very people who ignoed me. For friends, well let me just say I don't have many of them. I sleep around with a lot of guys, so I am more of their whore then a actual friend. The girls hate me because I am beautiful, I can sing, and I can cancan dance. So when it comes to having someone at my back, I have no one. I really don't mind being alone even though it sometimes hurts to see people laughing together while I sit alone like I have always been.[/size]
“Well we know about your friends and family, but what do you think about yourself? Describe yourself to me.”
Ok, let us start with my appearence. I am beautiful in my own right, but every beauty has their flaws. I stand five feet ten inches tall, towering over many of the boys that I meet. I am not pixel thin, because really who wants to be skin and bones? I am very curvy, and some boys comment that I feel soft and warm in their hands. I have some muscle, because even though I am a girl, I am a tomboy. I play sports like the best of them. My hair is thick and falls to the middle of my back. It's color is so dark a black that it appears to have a blue sheen to it. My face is heart-shaped, though my chin is slightly more pointed then round. My lashes are long and thick, brushing against my cheek as they veil my dark blue eyes. My nose is pert, and I wrinkle it when I scowl or 'smell' something foul. My lips are a pale pink, and usually turned in a sneer or scowl. I don't smile a lot, sorry. My skin is a pale almond, rich and a bit on the dark side. I have scars that I am proud of. The first is a long pale scar under my jowl, from a gang fight. A bite mark is upon my left bicep from a pitbull I fucked around with. My stomach has a couple pale lines from where I have been stabbed in some gang fights. I have scars on my knuckles from where I have boxed. My knees and legs have scars from playing soccer when I actually attended a game. I have a phoenix tattoo on my back, a skull and wings tattoo on my lower back, a rose and vines on my ankle, and a wolf paw on my right shoulder. I have three small hop earrings on the top of my left ear, a tounge piercing and a belly button piercing.
My mental health is alright. I am sane...somewhat. I have become possessive, so if I ever get a boyfriend, a solid one, I will most likely never let him even look twice at another girl. If he does, I might 'accidently' castrate his ass. Sorry, but hey at least you know I am not really interested in dating or any permeanent. Instead I just have one night stands and dump the guy the next there. Their is no repeat in sleeping with one guy. I am a intelligent girl if I put my mind to it, but really I don't care anymore. I don't know what the word sweet, kind, or anything of that shit means anymore. All I got is a sneer on my face and sharp words to stick in your face. Because of this, I am the loner. Some people call me the lone wolf, and it fits me perfectly. I have no pack at my back anymore, and I keep the hell away from everyone because I hate backstabbing bitches. I know everyone will betray me. No one can be trusted so I don't trust them in the first place. Call me crazy all you want, but I rather not be betrayed and dropped in shit.
“Have you had any trouble with the law?”
Really, are you that much of a idiot? What do you think I am here for? Shit and giggles? I was arrested for first stealing a car, what I love ferraris, resisting arrest, assaulting a cop
“Why did you do it?”
Why did I do this? Because I was sick and tired of my parents ignoring me. I wanted to do something wild so they can finally noticed I exist. Also because the car was nice and I really didn't like the cop feeling me up like he did. For the gangs? Well they were my pack and I wasn't about to diss them by saying I was innocent. Drinking? Because I wanted to stop feeling, and sleep with some willing male body. Sadly I got caught in the middle of what could have been a good ride.
“What is the worst thing you’ve done?”
Hm....really....let me think for a moment. Well I haven't done the worst things around, just mild things. One of the worst things I have ever done is almost beat a man to death. It was my right.....I think. See, when I work at this stripper bar, illegally but who can tell?, I get a lot of male attention. ANYWAY this guy tried to get a little too touchy even for a girl like me. I told him to get out of my stripper room, I do private sometimes, he wouldn't and came onto me. So to keep myself from being raped, I used my boxing skills and beat him until one of the other girls had to pull me off him. Sadly I didn't do any REAL perm. damage.
"What the thing you're most proud of?"
Really? I got a list but let me think. Hm, maybe stabbing a rival gang member in the balls and castrating him. It was fun at first until his knife got me across the throat. The bastard almost killed me. My gang got me away, and my wound was sewed up by one of my comrades. It healed ok, and I tease the guy everytime I see him because now he has no man parts. Really, I can be cruel when someone messess with me.
"Got any vices?"
Well I got a couple. I like to drink the hard stuff just to make sure I get good and drunk before I sleep with anyone. I know I got a ugly soul and sometimes I don't want to see the real me. I also sleep around, like I mentioned earler. I really am not picky, I just want him young, not over thirty, handsome, and willing. I don't rape people because even whores have morals. Beisde drinking, and whoring I have this need to fight. I love to box, and even though I might not look like it, I do fight well. I get down and dirty, fighting in the ring. Fighting relieves stress and the anger that burns in me. I have lost a couple times but I also win. I have the money to fix my nose whenever it is broken, so that is why no one thinks I box and I let it be. I have to have SOME tricks under my sleeve.
“If you could change one thing about your life what would it be?”
I would wish that I had never started this stupid game. If my parents had loved me, maybe this would not have happened. If I had felt secure of myself, this would never have happened. Now my reputation is under the drain and my high IQ is hidden behind lots of hangovers. Really, I wish I could take all my mistakes back, but I am already walking down this road and I cannot go back. THIS was my choice and I got to suffer it until I come across another chance to become a good girl again. Maybe Blackwood is my ticket to freedom of being a deliquent.
“What act got you sent here and who recommended it?”
Assaulting a cop and resiting arrest. It wasn't the thieving of the car, even though thats what made me resist the rest in the first place. I wouldn't have laid a hand on the cop if he had kept his lingering, perveted hands of my tits and ass. When I was in trial, one of the cops who knew my mom and dad thought that Blackwood Academy could help me. I would rather have gone to jail at first, but now I don't think Blackwood is that bad. Really, it could have been a worse school but this one intersts me.
“Do you deserve to be here?”
Well it depends. This school is a place for people like me who wish to be reformed. At first, I would have stayed me way without being swayed but I am thinking of turning good again. I only went bad because I wanted my parents attention. Now, maybe they can make me better and give me a chance to become a better person. I might not really deserve this chance, but I will make the best of it since it is in my grasp in the first place. I am happy to even be able to change my life from being a whore to maybe something good in the world.
"Tell me about your life before B.A.D. contacted you."
Nix was born to parents who were never there for her. As soon as she was weaned, her father went back to the Senate and her mother went back to working on cases. They never had time for their young daughter who lay forgotten in their big mansion. She grew up with a old maid as her mother and the family butler as a father figure. She loved them dearly, usually coming in from the field bringing flowers or other treats to her 'parents.' They simply adored her because she was a pretty little girl who was sweet and never caused any trouble. She was their little darling and sometimes they were glad that Ayaja's parents never came home. Then they felt guilty because they knew Ayaja always wanted her parents love...and a real look at the people who had made her.
In elementary school, Ayaja made many friends. She was a nice girl who always brought a teacher a cookie, flowers, or maybe a apple. She was always ready to answer questions and help a fellow student in need. She was never tardy, never skipped school and always had a nice word to say. The teachers loved here because she never had a problem reading out loud, did her homework, and put all her effort into projects and such. Ayaja was just the schools darling and she knew that, but never used it against anybody. She got good grades to make her adopted parents proud because she finally realised that her parents would never notice her.
In middle school was when Ayaja finally went bad. She was sick an tired of her parents never calling, never really caring about their youngest girl. So she got a couple piercings in hope that her parents would sit up and notice. They didn't. Ayaja went out at night and joined a gang, but again her parents were oblivious or just didn't give a damn. As Ayaja got wilder and her grades dropped, teachers got concerned and called her parents. They took away her allowance through her adoptive parents but they never actually came home to face their young girl. Ayaja didn't care because she was finally sick and tired of her parent's actions. She gave up on trying to be good and finally just became the girl she is now.
All through high school, the two years that she could go to, she slept with all the jocks and shut down any cheerleader who tried to mess with her. She got a couple tattoo's, traded in her jag and got a kawasaki ninja. Trading in her clothes, she brought in leathers and became a bad girl. She ignored the shocked looks from her adopted parents, from her teachers, and from the other students. She joined the deliquents and they respected her for who she was. She proved herself to them many times over, in boxing and doing bad things. At high school parties, she wore slutty dressess, drank alcohol, and slept with half the guys. It was how she rolled before she got caught that day with the police.
At trial, she was supposed to serve time but the cop who knew her parents gave her a way out. She went to Blackwood Academy for Deliquents. At first Ayaja resisted but a week has gone by and she has accepted it....slightly. She goes by Phoenix here.
LAST, FIRST, MIDDLE Figueroa, Ayaja, Rose
Race: Brazilian
DOB and Age: October 12 , 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 17 and week and a half.
Grade: Junior
Health issues: None
Other: ......She can't have children
Race: Brazilian
DOB and Age: October 12 , 17
Age admitted to Blackwood’s Academy: 17 and week and a half.
Grade: Junior
Health issues: None
Other: ......She can't have children
Your name: Wrath
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