Post by victoria on Sept 25, 2009 19:07:42 GMT -5
••Who am I to not be known?
ManaIngridMontblanc
[/size][/color]ManaIngridMontblanc??I am a a woman and i am about 26 You can contact me[pm]I currently live in the Eastern UStime zone.[/center]
••''Let Me Tell You Something Here...
Interests:[/font]
Social stigmas
destruction
nihilism
misanthropy
explosives
pyrotechnics
chaos
war
Fears:
world peace
falling in love
drowning
Addictions:
cigarettes
fire [pyro]
reading books
playing the cello
classical music
creating chaos
Characters Position:[/font] Other
If Other, what is it?: agent of chaos
••''My Once Upon a time...[/i][/color][/size]
Family:
Helena Montblanc - mother - diseased
Ambrose Montblanc - father - diseased
Lisa Montblanc - younger sister - whereabouts unknown
Description:
[*code]Mana stands 5'8", weighting in at 125 lbs. She has a light muscle tone, milky white skin, and long silky black hair that reaches down to just bellow her waist. Mana’s eyes are an icy light blue color, almost gray. She usually carries herself with a false frail demeanor, pretending to be shy. She usually wears semi-formal clothes, though her outfits change to accommodate her surroundings. She prefers to blend in with the natives rather than stand out like a sore thumb.
[*/code]Personality:[/font]
[*code]Insanity... a word that is thrown around quite a lot, usually in vain. To say that Mana is insane would be an excuse to not explain the deep-seeded reasoning behind every action she takes towards her ultimate goal.
Mana is a genius [with an IQ of 145]. This, along with her belief in absolute unadulterated destruction makes for a very dangerous woman. Mana believes in only one truth: The world must burn, and there is nothing in this world that could convince her otherwise. Mana, however, is not a gun-toting lunatic that goes about blowing things without meaning. She is too smart for that... she knows that she alone cannot make the world burn. She needs others to do this for her... willingly or not.
This is where Mana’s true terrible brilliance shines. Through persuation, strategic placement of bombs, and guerilla interrogation tactics Mana brings forth war to places where peace used to reign. She considers herself the ‘patron of war’. She plants the seed of doubt in others, turns friends against each other, turns governments against their loving subjects... while all the while being venerated as a valuable anonymous informant... that is, if she lets herself be visible at all. She tends to work through others.
Those who have seen Mana outside of her shy act know that she is truly a two-headed dragon... so to speak. On one side she is a cold-hearted systematical murderer with no remorse for her actions. She believes her work is righteous, and that she alone is the only one that can make it happen. The world must burn, and she must drive it to such a state. However, deep down, she is actually a tormented soul, frustrated with this world, filled with anger and pure rage because of her inner anguish. Her hatred of this world is way more complex than simple petty grudges based off the loss of her parents, or the disappearance of her sister. No... although these events did have a hand in her loathing of humanity, the truth is that even before the death of her parents and the loss of her sister Mana had already decided that her purpose in this world was to end it. Be it a delusional madness, or a true prophesy of the gods, it doesn’t matter... Mana believes this to be her purpose of living. And sometimes... believe and faith is stronger than any reasoning... and a million times more dangerous than a fully armed Knightmare. [*/code]
History:
[*code]Mana was born in Britannian-controlled European lands. Her bloodline is actually French, but it mattered little at the time Mana was born. Her family was well-off, able to survive in comfort and without worries. Her father, Ambrose, was a historian working for the Britannian government, while her mother, Helena, was a stay-at-home mother.
Mana and Lisa were born a year apart from each other. The two sisters were best friends from the beginning, and even as in school Mana was a bookworm and Lisa was a popular kid, the two were seldom apart for more than a few hours.
It was at age 10 that Mana came to the strange conclusion that she was destined to bring forth the end of the world. She began to focus her studies on military subjects, and by age 15 she was looking into ways of joining the Britannian army. Ambrose reluctantly accepted Mana’s wishes, while Lisa objected. As Mana came closer to the age of 18 the relationship between her and Lisa began to deteriorate. Lisa was deeply offended by Mana’s wish to join the military of their invaders. It was at age 17 that Lisa finally told Mana that she believed in a free France. Mana disregarded this as mere teenage rebellion.
At age 18 Mana joined the Britannian army. After returning from her training there was an upheaval in France from resistance groups. Lisa disappeared. Two months later a riot broke out near their home. An explosion took the life of Ambrose and seriously wounded Helena. Mana watched her mother die... she simply stood there, amidst the flames, watching silently as her mother’s life slipped away. She could have done something to save her... she could have gone berserk and attacked everyone outside... but she didn’t do either. Once Helena was dead Mana gathered a few of her belongings and slipped out into the streets. This marked the beginning of her true life.
Mana slipped between the cracks of society. By age 19 she had made her way to the middle east, where she began to plant the seeds of chaos into the populous and government alike. At age 20 she watched as military forces bombarded a quadrant of innocent civilians in an attempt to ‘quell a terrorist cell’. She had mis-informed the authorities... and for all they knew, she was a hero for doing so.
Mana vanished from the middle east soon after. She became a lot more subtle in her devious misinformation. She’d plant bombs with flyers of peaceful resistance groups to make them seem violent... she’d tell rebel groups about false plots from the government to attack civilian sectors and drive them to violent outbursts... anything to make people kill people. Anything to make war bloom, or to preserve war and escalate it to whole new destructive levels. This has become her life... and what she has been doing ever since she left France... ‘till this day.[*/code]
Goal or Dream:
[*code]To watch the whole world burn. For humanity to be no more.[*/code]
••'' Hey I am not done yet...[/color][/size]
Faction:None
[*code](At least 3+ GOOD Paragraphs)[*/code] <-meow?
••'' Something is not quite done here...[/color]
About you:
[/color]{* = Required}[/center]*Login Name: Victoria
Location: Ohio, US
*Brief example of Role Play:[/font]
[*code]Xandra sat at the end of the padded box. It was a very tiny room, adding restriction to her already restricted body. She was wearing a white straight jacket, belts and buckles everywhere, as it held her arms wrapped around her body, a remote-controlled mechanical lock placed on the sleeves, making sure there's no way she can pull herself out of it.
She just sat there, legs spread out in their matching white pants, barefooted, her hair a mess as it fell over her face, hiding her haunting eyes. She seemed asleep, but it was always hard to tell with Xandra.
A loud buzzing made her jerk her head up, before she was slammed back against the wall behind her as her mechanical lock became magnetized through the padded wall, forcing her to sit straight and unable to pull away from the wall... or even slide to the sides. This meant she had a visitor, and as the heavy iron door behind the padding creaked loudly, this theory became true.
Xandra gave a toothy grin to the Admiral. He had his name on his uniform, but Xandra didn't care to read it... to her, he was just an obstacle, and a key to her release.
The Admiral brought in another person, though... a girl about two years older than Xandra. This raised the curiosity of this psychotic genius.
"Ok, Xandra... since you don't wish to cooperate in out psychiatric research, we've decided to bring an experienced Empath to prod into your mind and document what the 'Incident' did to your psyche. Normally we need to do paperwork before we can do this in a medical institution, but given the circumstances I've been given clerance by Princess Gweneviere herself to do this." Informed the Admiral, before he nodded to the girl.
Xandra turned her eyes to the empathic girl as she sat on the floor on front of her, stupidly, between her spread-out legs. Xandra didn't react as she noticed this early mistake, though she was internally surprised that the Admiral didn't correct the girl.
"Alright, just try to relax" said the empath, closing her eyes and starting to concentrate. Xandra took the moment of preparation to look over the girl. She had short brown hair, an innocence to her face that proved she wasn't a warrior... she was a medic. A psychological medic at that. To Xandra that meant this girl was queasy and weak. A line of freckles adorned her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her uniform was simple, the typical medical uniform involving a one-piece white dress, mid-thigh long, with a red cross over the left breast. In this case, it was sleeveless, given the controlled environment of the ship.
"Alright, take a deep breath." the girl said, as she opened her eyes and stared at Xandra.
Xandra just smiled as she felt the needle-like feeling on her skull, the feeling of an experienced Empath entering a mind. However... it didn't seem to go very far into her brain. Xandra chuckled softly, watching the girl's confused expression, as she tried to prod deeper, but could barely scratch the surface of Xandra's twisted mind.
The medic girl finally gave up after five minutes of failure, turning to the Admiral, still sitting, "Sir... I don't understand! No one, not even another Empath, can block a Mind Hack. My skills are absolute, and still, I can't prod past her Halo*."
The Admiral furrowed his brows, giving out a thoughtful growl, "Try again, try concentrating harder."
The girl nodded, turning to Xandra again, closing her eyes.
It was then that Xandra finally spoke, "...I'm bored already..." she said, her voice slightly raspy from keeping quiet for so long, "...you won't get anywhere, girl. My mind is unreadable. Besides... believe me... you don't wanna go there..."
The medical girl kept doing her breathing exercises, meditating harder, still getting ready to try to prod again. Xandra sighed, before raising her legs and quickly locking her ankles behind the girl's head, pulling her forward, reaching forward with her upper torso, mouth open wide as it clamped on the girl's shoulder, teeth sinking in hard. The girl let out a shriek of surprise and pain as Xandra's teeth actually cut through the cloth and to her skin.
"Guards!" the Admiral called, pulling out his remote for the mechanical lock. He was tempted to hit the 'restrain' button, but that would send a massive amount of electricity through Xandra, and because of her contact with the medical girl, it would damage her too.
Two guards rushed in, the medical girl crying, weakly and instinctly trying to somehow pry Xandra's jaws off her with her hands. The guards approached, aiming their guns at her, "RELEASE HER AT ONCE!!"
Xandra's eyes turned to them, her red eye focusing on one of them, before a burst sound filled the room, and the guard's clothes caught on fire under his light armor. The Admiral rushed out of the room as this happened. The guard on fire ran around screaming in agonizing pain, as the other guard quickly took out a small fire extinguishing device from his belt and began working on putting his comrade's flaming dilemma out.
Xandra shifted her legs, placing a foot on the girl's upper gut, before shoving her away, while pulling back with her head. The girl let out a horrid scream of pure agony as she was thrown back, drops of crimson staining the paddings. Xandra chewed silently, as the girl got up, shivering, holding her shoulder as it bled between her fingers. She looked at Xandra in pure terror, before rushing out, stumbling along the way.
Xandra stared as the girl ran out, swallowing. Her mouth region was covered in blood that dripped down to her white straight jacket. She spit out a piece of cloth from the girl's uniform, before chuckling.
The guard had been put out, and his comrade dragged him out, closing the door behind him. A low hum and Xandra was released from the wall magnet. She closed her eyes in preparation, before letting out a shriek of her own as the restraining function of her jacket's mechanical lock was activated, sending a current of painful electricity through her slender body. It lasted for a couple of seconds, making her body twitch violently, legs kicking, as she pressed against the padded wall. Once it was done, she let out a long sigh, slumping to the side, eyes still open as she forced herself to remain awake, looking at the door. A smile formed on her face...
"They brought you along..." she said softly, as she realized something she hadn't felt before, "...my body... they brought you along..."
* Halo: a term used by Empaths. the Halo is the outer casing of a mind. An area of abstract material, mainly the 'waste' of the mind. It consists mainly of discarded thoughts and neutral psychic energy released by the brain as it guides the body through natural automatic bodily functions such as hear-beat and breathing.[*/code]
*Role Playing Experience in Years: 13
-Forgotten Realms chat room: the chat room does not exist any more. I played a myriad of characters, from eccentric demons to strange pandimensional beings with no concern for the petty quarrels of the mortals in the tavern.
-numerous other chat rooms now dead: there were at least three other chat rooms that we migrated to after the fall of Forgotten Realms. In those other chat rooms I was introduced to the Furry sub-culture, and enjoyed playing quite a few furry characters. Most of my characters had a similar theme: demonic, psychotic, homicidal, and usually extremely sexual. However, I did like to mix it up. I played a few Star Wars original characters including my feared sith lord Darth Necros. At one point I also played a hemopheliac who only spoke in rhymes and prose.
-Star Wars Forever: this was my venture into forum-based roleplay. Originally just a forum for star wars fans in my area, it later included a very intense roleplay. In it I played all sorts of wicked villains to keep the story going [many of which perished in epic battles].
-Silent Hill Nightmare: probably one of my most enjoyable forum roleplay experiences. Silent Hill Nightmare lasted over five years with just a handful of dedicated players. In it I played everything from regular people stuck in the town to escaped lunatics, a witch, and even one of the gods of the town in a time I had taken over as ‘gm’. But, in time, the group died, and most of us players grew apart.
-numerous adult rps I will not mention by name: Most of these were hosted by me. One in particularly was VERY successful, with over 20 active members. I will not make people swallow hard and scowl at me with the details of the characters I played, but they were in the full spectrum from naive to sadomasochistic.
-Angel Technologies: a full yuri rp with an intricate story that I hosted in Yahoo Groups. At one point it had over 20 posts per day. Being the admin/gm I had over 30 active characters. Although it was a yuri rp, the story was deep and complex, involving political corruption, magical technologies, and a ruthless empress hell-bent on world domination. It too died over time, as players became too busy with real life affairs.
-Twilight Reality: another board of mine that was not as successful, thanks to the rubbish of proboards. Twilight Reality revolved around a world of my invention. I played quite a number of characters, including the leaders of many of the nations, and a few others in order to keep everyone entertained. My characters included a vulture humanoid that specialized in the creation of amulets, a flirtatious dragon that preferred to stay in human form and hang out with farmers to escape the stress of military uprisings, a war priest with doubts on his faith who later fell in love with a demon he had rescued... and so many others.
-Silent Hill: Inferno: my own take on the Silent Hill universe. This was also one of my boards. Here I played a gang-affiliated female assassin with serious anger problems, a serial-killer rock star with strange supernatural aptitudes, and even a pious conservative woman with a deep hatred for all my other characters.
-Stardust Rain: one of my original rps that I refuse to give up [would actually like to make it an affiliate of this site]. In Stardust I played, as usual, a myriad of characters. From psychotic mech pilots to strange giant insects with a faint resemblance of sentience.
There is so much more to this list, but most of it I either can’t recall or won’t recall at the moment. In short I’ve played everything from children to animals to adults to gods. No one has ever complained about my roleplaying abilities, given I always give a full spectrum of personality to all my characters [unless they aren’t supposed to be sentient] and even while playing gods I make sure not to abuse of the power they have. I’ve only killed the characters others wished to dispose of, and with quite some remorse I might add... and my own characters... well, they are quite mortal. At times I chose to have them die just for the dramatic impulse it would have on a storyline. [/center]
[/left]