Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Jun 17, 2009 13:25:26 GMT -5
••Who am I to not be known?
Hebe Ano Vasilakis
[/size][/color]Hebe Ano Vasilakis
♦♦I am a (girl) and i am about (14)[/center]
••''Let Me Tell You Something Here...[/font][/i][/size]
Interests:[/font]
- People
- How civilization sticks together
- Finding ways to break civilazation apart
- Chocolate flat bread
- Making others just as twisted as she is
- Maipulating everyone around her to her own will
Fears:
- Confined spaces
- The dark
- Soldiers
- Loyalty and loving friendships
- Sane reasoning
- Temples and places of religion
Addictions:
- Dancing naked in fountains
- Staring without blinking at people
- Finding ways to prove people wrong
- Pick-pocketing
- Not wearing underwear or wearing only underwear
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••''My Once Upon a time...[/i][/color][/size]
Family:
Mother: Theora (deceased)
Father: Demetris (deceased)
Masters: Agora, Themes, Pullo (deceased)
Description:
Hair: White
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115 lbs
Age: 14
Personality:[/font]
In a word; sociopathic. Hebe is mentally unstable, of the psychopathic variety. She has ups and downs, but her main pleasure is the torment of others. True to the textbook definition, she can be charming and magnetic while in reality has little to no regard to the rights of others, seeing them as targets and toys to be used and thrown away, without feeling an iota of remorse over it. She lies chronically and has poor behavioral control, choosing to live on the edge to feel something, consistently bringing others down with her.
She looks young, but is readily promiscuous and highly irresponsible, mostly going after older men similar in appearance to the dark Pullo. She actively seeks out those who would prey on 'young girls' before gleefully turning the tables. She is secretive, paranoid, obsessive compulsive, and has the most remarkable ability to hide the chaos inside her and appear normal if she tries. In truth, she has neither love nor loyalty for anyone, not even herself.
History:
Originally born Metea to a poor Greek family, Hebe worked for the wealthy Vasilakis family from the age of 4 as a maid for the Lady of the house.(Names are also a means of manipulation, thus she changes the title she goes under frequently, though most are Greek: Hien, Milani, Halima, Echo, Hebe, Omega, Psyche, etc)
Her masters were very kind to her, and while they saw her as an inferior to their status, they treated her as a member of the family within reason. Eventually, she fell in love with one of the sons, Pullo. He would speak to Metea about her thoughts and dreams and gave her small presents to decorate her modest quarters. He was sweet on her, but truly only in the way an owner would a favored pet.
When she reached puberty at age 12, and found her body to be finally similar to that of elder women, Metea offered herself to him, a man of 19, and he accepted her, but only as a mistress. She was thrilled to be his, even if in truth she was his whore, and daydreamed of him declaring her his bride, something that was the proud Pullo would never do. Metea's dreams were shattered when he found a fiancé, and she became heartbroken. She ran after the announcement (at a lovely party where Pullo pulled her aside midway for a quickie) and went to weep at the temple. A man appeared before her, gifted with fine blond hair and garbed in high class robes, and claimed her could help her win her love.
He helped Metea win Pullo and he cheerfully agreed to marry her and do anything for her happiness, dismissing his intended with not so much as a backward glance. Unfortunately, marrying a servent was considered disgusting and uncouth, and he was disowned publicly. To save his image, Metea managed to restore his name and inheritance with the help of the temple man's manipulations, but as events continued, misfortune rose from her interferance.
The zenith came when the jilted fiance murdered Pullo for leaving her, and then went after Metea. The town civilians attacked her, and then turned on each other in mob violence.
The local militia came in, but by that time Metea and the temple man's influence infected them too. They all murdered each other and horrified, Metea ran to the temple to get the man to stop it but he was gone. The army rode in afterwards, hearing of the sudden and unexplainable genocide, and found her sitting amid the slaughter. They recieved testimony from the disoriented survivors and declared her a demon and a witch.
The courts of the land declared her guilty of bewitchment and murder, deserving of a death sentence. Due to strange circumstances, the court locked her in a tomb with the bodies of her original family, intended to torment her in leu of execution. They erased all knowledge of her from the records, for fear they those who heard of her would either release her from her prison or attempt to follow her lead of devil-worship.
All this basically drove her crazy, and broke her sanity into pieces. She'd lost her love, and caused the deaths of hundreds. After several years of starvation, thirst, the dark and talking to skeletons she'd long since canabalized, Metea found a way out of the tomb, but her fractured sanity and immortality made her a target as a devil wherever she went. Once outside, she found that humanity was overrated and dispicable, suitable for nothing less then the toys the Gods used them as. She spent the next years until present day finding ways to cause chaos.
Goal or Dream:
To see the world end in flames.
••'' Hey! I am not done yet...[/color][/size]
*Brief example of Role Play:[/font]
The apartment was dark as Charles stumbled in, dirty and exhausted. He staggered to the middle of the room before heading for the room closest to the balcony. Charles sighed with relief as he saw Hebe lounging in an armchair, airily sipping wine from a glass.
She looked to him and smiled gently. “My love...” He dropped to her feet and buried his face in her lap, weeping. “Hebe, my Hebe, I’m sorry, so sorry, sorry…” She stroked his head and drank more wine. Her green eyes took in his disheveled appearance and composure. She was wearing black lingerie; a lace bra, panties, and garter belt attached to ripped stockings. Charles hardly noticed.
“The stocks ran out. They- they found out what I- I was stealing the money-you- there’s nothing left and- the police- I’m gone, love. I’m gone.” A cigarette smoldered on the side table as Hebe put the glass down. “You didn’t do what I said, love.”
“I’m sorry...”
“You didn’t do what was best for us.”
“Sorry, so sorry…”
She cupped his face in her hands, kissing him gently on the mouth. “No fear. There is a way out, my love. We can be together forever. If you just make the choice.” She kissed his forehead. “Will you?"
He stared at her, before slowly turning his head toward the French balcony, and the iron railing lining it. He clutched at her hand and stood, bringing her up as well. “Alright. Yes.” Charles led her to the rail and the two climbed up to perch on it, Hebe delicately on the balls of her pale, green-nailed feet, and he awkwardly in his big, brown boots.
They looked down. The apartment was on the eighth floor and overlooked the Thames River, right up beside it. The way down was sharp into clod, black waters. Charles clutched her hand. Hebe smiled gently at him. “The world is a cold place, dearest, and full of troubles. We can be happy in the afterlife, in a heaven of joys.” She looked lovingly at him. He looked terrified at the drop.
She closed her eyes and tipped forward, up on her toes, before Charles yanked her back, pausing to steady them both on the thin rail. “No! No, I- I can’t, I- I’m too-, I’m scared.-” Hebe looked at him and quietly. She placed a hand on his cheek.
And grinned. “Too bad.” In a smooth, practiced motion, she pulled her hand free from his and used the one on his cheek to shove him off the balcony. She waved at him on the way down as he hit the water and disappeared.
The water started turning red. She huffed, “Game over.” And hopped off the rail, strode back inside, and broke the wine bottle over the couch. She picked up the smoldering cigarette from the ashtray and dropped in to the cushions. She smirked and adjusted the straps on her bra, before heading for the door as the flames rose. “Game restart.”
*Role Playing Experience in Years: I'm Anju Saravati. I played Milly Ashford before the reboot.
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;; So sorry hun!