The Ballad of Dark Rose Tara


Dante

 

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Finally got round to creating a CoV character for roleplay (although not sure how much goes on in CoV), I've found her backstory a little long (there's me getting carried away again...). So here it is, for what it's worth. Feedback always appreciated.


The Ballad of Dark Rose Tara
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I was eight when it started. That was when my parents decided to give up on their sham of a marriage. Now I’m not one of those whiny, tree huggers who blame everything on their parents breaking up, but it did teach me some valuable lessons in life – nothing lasts forever, people hurt each other and If you want something, take it, otherwise it’ll be gone. I pretty much made them my maxims. Mom got together with this Skar dude pretty soon afterwards and I guess he was ok. Taught me how to ride a motorbike, showed me the joy of a good whisky and taught me how to throw a decent punch.

Things started getting real messed up when I hit my teens. Depression, eating disorders, juvenile alcoholism, yeah, I was pretty screwed up by fourteen. But at least it was fun sometimes. A few years in and out of mental homes then back home for more messing with my head. I got out of it as much as I could. You name it, I tried it. Anything I could take or do or have done to me, I did it. I have no regrets, no shame. At least I’ve lived.

Then again, if I hadn’t have taken that pill that some weird guy in the club gave me, I wouldn’t be here. The docs all thought that it’d just put me in a coma, knocked me out for a few months. But I know what happened…

I remember something opening in my mind, a hole that led to nothingness. I remember falling through, just falling without end. I can’t recall what went on there but it was dark, very dark. My next memory is of waking in a hospital bed, seven months having passed me by. Something was different though. I knew that the hole in my mind was still there, a passageway to the Netherworld or Trippy Space-freak land as I call it. There are things there, living things. I can feel them press on our world, crawling around my head trying to find a way out. But it also made me wicked strong. Something about going to that place has changed me forever and I like it. I wasn’t expecting to grow the horns, but when they came, I embraced them, a symbol of my journey to the lands of the dead.

So why am I here in the Rogue Isles? Work mainly. I don’t have an education and I certainly ain’t interested in using these powers for anyone but me. I deserve them after what I’ve been through and I’m looking after number one. I’ll take what I want, but I won’t hide behind a shiny costume or corporation to do it. The world owes me, I owe it nothing!


@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
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