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 Im 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 itll 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 Ive lived.
Then again, if I hadnt have taken that pill that some weird guy in the club gave me, I wouldnt be here. The docs all thought that itd 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 cant 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 wasnt 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 dont have an education and I certainly aint interested in using these powers for anyone but me. I deserve them after what Ive been through and Im looking after number one. Ill take what I want, but I wont 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 The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
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 Im 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 itll 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 Ive lived.
Then again, if I hadnt have taken that pill that some weird guy in the club gave me, I wouldnt be here. The docs all thought that itd 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 cant 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 wasnt 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 dont have an education and I certainly aint interested in using these powers for anyone but me. I deserve them after what Ive been through and Im looking after number one. Ill take what I want, but I wont 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
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk