Post by Elyssa on Jul 27, 2009 21:31:26 GMT -5
[/font][/font][/size][/size]Introducing… Darla Adrianna !
Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself…[/blockquote][/center]
Name: Darla Adrianna Faith
Nicknames: Dar, Dru, Audri, Ms. Payne
Age: 29
Gender: Female!!
Where you stand?: Teacher; Deportment -Cue Tim Burton Music-
Play by: Juliet Landau {Most awesome person on Earth. One of them at least.}
Nicknames: Dar, Dru, Audri, Ms. Payne
Age: 29
Gender: Female!!
Where you stand?: Teacher; Deportment -Cue Tim Burton Music-
Play by: Juliet Landau {Most awesome person on Earth. One of them at least.}
I'm a man of wealth and taste...
Appearance: Darla is at least a tad bit of a vain woman. She spends much time on her black hair and finding dresses to wear. She takes pride in her dresses. All of them very expensive and elegant. She considers it her personal wardrobe.
She has a beautifully sculpted face that looks like it was made of white marble. If the Greeks considered round faces to be beautiful, then Darla was gorgeous. She has a fine hairline that curves around her skull very well. Although her lips aren't as big as she wants, but they are a wonderful shade of dark red.
Her eyes are the shade of slate gray. Some say you can almost see her hate and pain through them. But given how she is maybe one of the cruelest of teachers, most don't like to think that such a heartless woman has even encountered pain. Her eyes fit well onto her face, dark eyelashes easily batted in her own 'angelic' way. Oh, how she tricked people when she did that. Because no one would guess that such a sweet appearing lady was cruel. A wondrous facade that she played. In her class room, she holds her head high, as if telling the students that obviously they were vermin. Fun to torture kind of vermin, but still vermin.
Darla is at a normal height for a woman, standing at five feet and seven inches. She doesn't have the biggest hips, but let's say she would need a E sized corset. She has small feet that are usually in dangerous sleek black stilettos. Her fingers are long and spidery and her nail are long and as painful as snake fangs.
Her hair is thick, black, and goes just five inches below her shoulders. It's soft to the touch and she usually has it pulled to one shoulder. If she's nervous, annoyed, or thinking really hard, she braids and unbraids a small lock of hair out of habit. She has glittering ear rings that are made of ruby, yet only one earring is usually seen. Another bit of jewelry she wears is a thin chain necklace. It has no stone upon it, yet it is quite pretty in a way of it's own.
When she smiled, she shows all of her front teeth. It's as if every inch of her face shows 'happiness'. Or whatever is close to her form of enjoyment. When she frowns, her mouth opens slightly as if she's going to say something but then chooses not to. Be afraid, if she's frowning because of you, then you're in for the beating of a life time. Her anger is rarely seen, usually only felt or heard. When she is extremely angry, her brows furrow and she grits her teeth. You do not want to come across her in an angry mood in your life.
Personality:
People don't just roll out of bed thinking that they want to be a mean or nasty person.
When Darla played with her dolls as a child, she didn't ever say she wanted to hurt people. But things happen that turn people's lives around in circles, changing them. Darla went in a circle then stopped forever. She went from an unloved child to a sadistic woman that doesn't mind hurting the innocent.
Darla is very dark. She was one of those girls that would go to the library and look for books on demons for mere information. Demons had fascinated her, something with so much power... It must have been so marvelous.
Darla, in short, is a cruel. She only cares for the current man in her life and only that man{Not that she has a guy in her life right now..}. Everyone else doesn't matter and are waiting for torture.
She doesn't like going in town because she is afraid that the police with find out she had commited the murder of Cordilia and Corban Faith.
After being so ignored her life then having a short taste of being wanted and loved, she wanted more. She would jump from man to man, being cheated on every time. She cried, even though she had been partially expecting it the whole time. Soon, she gave up, deciding to just go to Florence's instead. She is addicted to being close to someone and will try hard to stay with that one person. She craves love and intimacy like a drug addict.
Despite being so dark and abusive, she loves cute furry animals and flowers. She can't take care of them well though and eventually they die before their time. She can be funny. If you get morbid jokes..
The only kindness she ever shows is if it's directed to her boyfriend, and it's usually never that anyone but the two of them know about that kind side of her. She considers all other people just bags of flesh that make noise when maimed. Which she enjoys.
In the back of her class room, she has a closet. It's her toy closet. It's holds her whip, knives, cat o` tails, and other such things like back boards and dictionarys.
On her desk she keeps a sharpened letter opener. She uses this on the extreme students that will not do as she says. The object is used for slitting the wrists of students by their own hand. Unless they don't want to and are stubborn, thus making Darla eagerly take the letter opener and use it herself on said student.
She usually speaks in soft and calm tones, even when she may be annoyed or sad. She rarely yells and if she does it's a loud shriek of a noise.
Darla is very childish at times, usually clapping and laughing when witnessing pain, torture, or destruction. She can often get ahead of herself and makes small enemies when maiming others.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Dreams: That one day she'll be head mistress and can reform this school to her liking.
Fears: To be rejected in a moment of need.
Afraid of spiders.
Afraid of being removed from her job because of her methods.
She has a beautifully sculpted face that looks like it was made of white marble. If the Greeks considered round faces to be beautiful, then Darla was gorgeous. She has a fine hairline that curves around her skull very well. Although her lips aren't as big as she wants, but they are a wonderful shade of dark red.
Her eyes are the shade of slate gray. Some say you can almost see her hate and pain through them. But given how she is maybe one of the cruelest of teachers, most don't like to think that such a heartless woman has even encountered pain. Her eyes fit well onto her face, dark eyelashes easily batted in her own 'angelic' way. Oh, how she tricked people when she did that. Because no one would guess that such a sweet appearing lady was cruel. A wondrous facade that she played. In her class room, she holds her head high, as if telling the students that obviously they were vermin. Fun to torture kind of vermin, but still vermin.
Darla is at a normal height for a woman, standing at five feet and seven inches. She doesn't have the biggest hips, but let's say she would need a E sized corset. She has small feet that are usually in dangerous sleek black stilettos. Her fingers are long and spidery and her nail are long and as painful as snake fangs.
Her hair is thick, black, and goes just five inches below her shoulders. It's soft to the touch and she usually has it pulled to one shoulder. If she's nervous, annoyed, or thinking really hard, she braids and unbraids a small lock of hair out of habit. She has glittering ear rings that are made of ruby, yet only one earring is usually seen. Another bit of jewelry she wears is a thin chain necklace. It has no stone upon it, yet it is quite pretty in a way of it's own.
When she smiled, she shows all of her front teeth. It's as if every inch of her face shows 'happiness'. Or whatever is close to her form of enjoyment. When she frowns, her mouth opens slightly as if she's going to say something but then chooses not to. Be afraid, if she's frowning because of you, then you're in for the beating of a life time. Her anger is rarely seen, usually only felt or heard. When she is extremely angry, her brows furrow and she grits her teeth. You do not want to come across her in an angry mood in your life.
Personality:
People don't just roll out of bed thinking that they want to be a mean or nasty person.
When Darla played with her dolls as a child, she didn't ever say she wanted to hurt people. But things happen that turn people's lives around in circles, changing them. Darla went in a circle then stopped forever. She went from an unloved child to a sadistic woman that doesn't mind hurting the innocent.
Darla is very dark. She was one of those girls that would go to the library and look for books on demons for mere information. Demons had fascinated her, something with so much power... It must have been so marvelous.
Darla, in short, is a cruel. She only cares for the current man in her life and only that man{Not that she has a guy in her life right now..}. Everyone else doesn't matter and are waiting for torture.
She doesn't like going in town because she is afraid that the police with find out she had commited the murder of Cordilia and Corban Faith.
After being so ignored her life then having a short taste of being wanted and loved, she wanted more. She would jump from man to man, being cheated on every time. She cried, even though she had been partially expecting it the whole time. Soon, she gave up, deciding to just go to Florence's instead. She is addicted to being close to someone and will try hard to stay with that one person. She craves love and intimacy like a drug addict.
Despite being so dark and abusive, she loves cute furry animals and flowers. She can't take care of them well though and eventually they die before their time. She can be funny. If you get morbid jokes..
The only kindness she ever shows is if it's directed to her boyfriend, and it's usually never that anyone but the two of them know about that kind side of her. She considers all other people just bags of flesh that make noise when maimed. Which she enjoys.
In the back of her class room, she has a closet. It's her toy closet. It's holds her whip, knives, cat o` tails, and other such things like back boards and dictionarys.
On her desk she keeps a sharpened letter opener. She uses this on the extreme students that will not do as she says. The object is used for slitting the wrists of students by their own hand. Unless they don't want to and are stubborn, thus making Darla eagerly take the letter opener and use it herself on said student.
She usually speaks in soft and calm tones, even when she may be annoyed or sad. She rarely yells and if she does it's a loud shriek of a noise.
Darla is very childish at times, usually clapping and laughing when witnessing pain, torture, or destruction. She can often get ahead of herself and makes small enemies when maiming others.
Likes:
- Causing pain
- Her Job
- Dolls
- Her closet of 'toys'.
- Songbirds; nightingales mostly, but take what you get.
- Having control over people
- Intimacy
Dislikes:
- Children
- Bright Colors
- Bad manners
- Disrupting sounds; loud sounds
- Liars
- Laughing Children
- Fear {In herself}
Dreams: That one day she'll be head mistress and can reform this school to her liking.
Fears: To be rejected in a moment of need.
Afraid of spiders.
Afraid of being removed from her job because of her methods.
I've been around for a long, long year...
History:
"Oh, she's a miracle child~!"
Those words were the first to spill from her mothers mouth as Darla was born. Her father had been extremely enthusiastic with his joy. The first born was always a miracle. She earned the name Darla, and wore it with pride. For she was a miracle child. Her mother was thought to be barren and Darla was thought to be just another miscarriage.
Miracle child was all she heard for a long time. He parents were to busy bragged that they paid very little attention to said child. She was bought the finest toys, clothes, and such. Very little time was spent outside. Heaven forbid she get sick. At the age of five, her parents announced they were to have another baby.
Darla had been out raged. How dare they have another child while she was given so little attention?! She locked herself in her room for two days, not allowing anyone in. Maybe this will teach them! she had thought. Sadly, no one had even noticed she had vanished.
Soon, on the day she turned six and toys were rained down upon her, her mother started screaming. The baby. Darla had fled the room, her sobs entwined with her mother's screams. Now this child would take away her birthday! Her very mark of existence! She felt as if the life was being drained from her as she collapsed on her expensive silk covered bed, making it start to damp with her tears. She passed out from crying soon.
Archard Faith, her wretch brother, happened to come across her room when he was four. Being curious, he came into his sister's room without warning. Darla had said nothing as she glared at her sibling from her bed. "Are you one of shuh maieds?" He asked, mispronouncing most of the words in the sentence. "No, fool. Does this look like a maid's room?!" She snapped, jumping from her bed. The four year old tripped back wards, startled and frightened. This bundle of flesh had taken her place?! The fury dripped off of her like alcohol, stinking the room. She snarled, backhanding the monstrosity at the door. He slid across the floor, cracking his skull on the door frame.
Archard still lived after that.
The idiot he was, he returned the next day, receiving more abuse. It went on almost as a routine. Until the day that Darla was sent to Florence. She immediately became a Floater, unaccepted anywhere. She had no friends for a long while. Everyone who got close, got hurt.
But she yearned for love like a drug. She watched others be paired off with boys, succumbing to the sweet sickness called love. Oh, how jealous she was. Then one day, a young man approached her. His name was Angel. He had yet to be abused by Darla for a long while. They got closer together, and soon fell in love.
Years later, they wed. They moved to a wonderful house and lived happily--
In Darla's life, unfortunately, there are no happy endings. Angel was at the wrong place at the wrong time. An insane man murdered him while the two were on a walk around town. Shot. In the heart. It was instant. They had been talking about having children. Just as her beloved Angel started to say what he wanted to name their children. He died.
"We're sorry for your loss."
"If there anything we can do."
Her parents were traitors. Only now did they come to her. But not for her. They came for publicity. Flashing cameras. The convicted murder in chains, waiting for photographs and interrogations. She just snapped. They were spewing garbage. Fake words of love. The murderer's gun was right there. In her reach. She had grabbed it and fled the scene.
Did her parents notice?
Of course not.
Darla turned around, pulling the trigger. Twice. One in the gut. one in the head. She didn't stay long enough to find out what wounds belonged to who.
She went to her house, staying in the cellar. Driving herself insane with what she had done. It had felt good. Like she had been sent free like a bird. Oh, what a wonderful, glorious feeling it was.
She recovered from her temporary insanity, going into the light of day again. She re-adjusted to everything, leaving her home and returning to society. Now it was time to go to the place she would feel at more ease. Florence.
Family:
Father; Corban Faith
Mother; Cordeilia Chauser Faith
Brother; Archard Faith
Anything you'd like to add?
Darla is a full fledged sadist. End of story. She loves causing pain. But doesn't like causing death, because that means it's the end of the fun. And that makes her sad.
Darla's letter opener is stainless of any sign of blood because of an oil she keeps in the bottom drawer of her desk. She also has a secure and complex lock on her closet. Can't have her methods being caught, can we?
She used to have a pet sparrow. But it died three days later.
Also she used to have an array of finches. But they all died three weeks later.
Darla does not like the number three.
"Oh, she's a miracle child~!"
Those words were the first to spill from her mothers mouth as Darla was born. Her father had been extremely enthusiastic with his joy. The first born was always a miracle. She earned the name Darla, and wore it with pride. For she was a miracle child. Her mother was thought to be barren and Darla was thought to be just another miscarriage.
Miracle child was all she heard for a long time. He parents were to busy bragged that they paid very little attention to said child. She was bought the finest toys, clothes, and such. Very little time was spent outside. Heaven forbid she get sick. At the age of five, her parents announced they were to have another baby.
Darla had been out raged. How dare they have another child while she was given so little attention?! She locked herself in her room for two days, not allowing anyone in. Maybe this will teach them! she had thought. Sadly, no one had even noticed she had vanished.
Soon, on the day she turned six and toys were rained down upon her, her mother started screaming. The baby. Darla had fled the room, her sobs entwined with her mother's screams. Now this child would take away her birthday! Her very mark of existence! She felt as if the life was being drained from her as she collapsed on her expensive silk covered bed, making it start to damp with her tears. She passed out from crying soon.
Archard Faith, her wretch brother, happened to come across her room when he was four. Being curious, he came into his sister's room without warning. Darla had said nothing as she glared at her sibling from her bed. "Are you one of shuh maieds?" He asked, mispronouncing most of the words in the sentence. "No, fool. Does this look like a maid's room?!" She snapped, jumping from her bed. The four year old tripped back wards, startled and frightened. This bundle of flesh had taken her place?! The fury dripped off of her like alcohol, stinking the room. She snarled, backhanding the monstrosity at the door. He slid across the floor, cracking his skull on the door frame.
Archard still lived after that.
The idiot he was, he returned the next day, receiving more abuse. It went on almost as a routine. Until the day that Darla was sent to Florence. She immediately became a Floater, unaccepted anywhere. She had no friends for a long while. Everyone who got close, got hurt.
But she yearned for love like a drug. She watched others be paired off with boys, succumbing to the sweet sickness called love. Oh, how jealous she was. Then one day, a young man approached her. His name was Angel. He had yet to be abused by Darla for a long while. They got closer together, and soon fell in love.
Years later, they wed. They moved to a wonderful house and lived happily--
In Darla's life, unfortunately, there are no happy endings. Angel was at the wrong place at the wrong time. An insane man murdered him while the two were on a walk around town. Shot. In the heart. It was instant. They had been talking about having children. Just as her beloved Angel started to say what he wanted to name their children. He died.
"We're sorry for your loss."
"If there anything we can do."
Her parents were traitors. Only now did they come to her. But not for her. They came for publicity. Flashing cameras. The convicted murder in chains, waiting for photographs and interrogations. She just snapped. They were spewing garbage. Fake words of love. The murderer's gun was right there. In her reach. She had grabbed it and fled the scene.
Did her parents notice?
Of course not.
Darla turned around, pulling the trigger. Twice. One in the gut. one in the head. She didn't stay long enough to find out what wounds belonged to who.
She went to her house, staying in the cellar. Driving herself insane with what she had done. It had felt good. Like she had been sent free like a bird. Oh, what a wonderful, glorious feeling it was.
She recovered from her temporary insanity, going into the light of day again. She re-adjusted to everything, leaving her home and returning to society. Now it was time to go to the place she would feel at more ease. Florence.
Family:
Father; Corban Faith
Mother; Cordeilia Chauser Faith
Brother; Archard Faith
Anything you'd like to add?
Darla is a full fledged sadist. End of story. She loves causing pain. But doesn't like causing death, because that means it's the end of the fun. And that makes her sad.
Darla's letter opener is stainless of any sign of blood because of an oil she keeps in the bottom drawer of her desk. She also has a secure and complex lock on her closet. Can't have her methods being caught, can we?
She used to have a pet sparrow. But it died three days later.
Also she used to have an array of finches. But they all died three weeks later.
Darla does not like the number three.
Hope you guess my name...
Your name: It is I, Elyssa, DESTROYER OF WORRLDDDSS!!!
Parent of which characters: Melody Darksong, and Lucius Ackert. x333
Parent of which characters: Melody Darksong, and Lucius Ackert. x333
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game...
(c) Poe & Realms of Fantasia
Lyrics (c) Guns N' Roses
Do not steal.
It's bad.
