Post by PANDORA. on Jul 7, 2013 20:14:42 GMT -5
PANDORA
I know my uses, I have my pride, But my heart is still untamed. I learned my lessons, I've conquered Death, I go on and I'm unashamed. I'll paint your bones to match my eyes, They're the darkest I have ever seen. Until I'm lucid, I can't be told, I know my voices, They tell me to believe.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,2px,true] PANDORA | WIDOW |
THIRTY-FOUR | FEMALE |
MAY SEVENTH | SCAR |
HETEROSEXUAL | AMERICAN |
BAD | MILLA JOVOVICH |
TEST SUBJECT | SCAR'S SECOND-IN-COMMAND |
PERSONALITY
LOYAL. unlike most who've been with scar for several years, pandora's loyalty has been brainwashed into her brain since she was a little girl. there's absolutely almost nothing that could break the strong barrier between her free will and doing anything it takes for scar to achieve their goals. if anything goes wrong, she makes a mental note to tell her co-partner, the leader of scar, to discuss what should be done. if the matter isn't that severe, she deals with it herself if she's given the chance.
MODIFIABLE CANVAS. pandora's one of the best members in scar that can manipulate her way into anything. how? she can put on an act, and make it believable. it's as though she's playing the part, and she's played it for years. it isn't often that she has to make someone believe she's someone she isn't, but when she does, it comes naturally to her. but on a regular basis, it's hard to read her actual thoughts. the only things that come to mind when you look at her are her expressions, if she's giving any at all.
DISCIPLINED. like most soldiers, pandora carries a sense of discipline around her when she's around most of the members of scar. she tries to set a higher example for how they should act around people like her, and to give their respects. she also gives nothing but respect to her higher up, their leader, because it's what she was trained to do; no matter if she feels differently, although that happens rarely, since his decisions must be for the better cause if he's deciding them.
WRECK. behind closed doors, especially at night, or under long durations of being underground or alone, pandora experiences many negative feelings and reactions. she's scared of the dark, for starters, more so when she's alone than with someone else with her. going stir crazy is something that comes to her often, but she's rather good at hiding it around people. at least, when it's not severe this time. lastly, she suffers from severe night terrors, and it often leads to her not sleeping most of the time. however, she does her best to hide everything from everyone when it comes to these sorts of things.
RESERVED. any and all feelings and thoughts that pandora experiences aren't anyone else's problem but her own. she's been told this over and over, that nothing but things to do with scar are worth mentioning. therefore, she keeps to herself about everything else.. at least ninety-eight percent of the time.
NUMB. pandora is, literally, numb. she can't feel pain, or the temperature of anything around her, all because of a rare disease called anhidrosis / cipa. it was injected into her when she was in her mother's womb, and by some form of abnormal luck for scar's experimentation scientists, it was a success. it doesn't stop her from getting sick, or needing medical attention when she 'hurts' herself, however.
○ training / live target practice
○ leading raids
○ caring for her weapons
○ explosions
○ sniper rifles
○ the stars
○ fire
○ the fiddle
○ privacy
○ tea
○ the fallen
○ traitors
○ going to bed
○ being alone in the dark
○ tight / severely enclosed spaces
○ being underground for long periods of time
○ awkward situations
○ being asked personal questions
○ solitude for long periods of time
○ narcotics
○ often relapses into childish mannerisms
○ invading personal space
○ spying
MODIFIABLE CANVAS. pandora's one of the best members in scar that can manipulate her way into anything. how? she can put on an act, and make it believable. it's as though she's playing the part, and she's played it for years. it isn't often that she has to make someone believe she's someone she isn't, but when she does, it comes naturally to her. but on a regular basis, it's hard to read her actual thoughts. the only things that come to mind when you look at her are her expressions, if she's giving any at all.
DISCIPLINED. like most soldiers, pandora carries a sense of discipline around her when she's around most of the members of scar. she tries to set a higher example for how they should act around people like her, and to give their respects. she also gives nothing but respect to her higher up, their leader, because it's what she was trained to do; no matter if she feels differently, although that happens rarely, since his decisions must be for the better cause if he's deciding them.
WRECK. behind closed doors, especially at night, or under long durations of being underground or alone, pandora experiences many negative feelings and reactions. she's scared of the dark, for starters, more so when she's alone than with someone else with her. going stir crazy is something that comes to her often, but she's rather good at hiding it around people. at least, when it's not severe this time. lastly, she suffers from severe night terrors, and it often leads to her not sleeping most of the time. however, she does her best to hide everything from everyone when it comes to these sorts of things.
RESERVED. any and all feelings and thoughts that pandora experiences aren't anyone else's problem but her own. she's been told this over and over, that nothing but things to do with scar are worth mentioning. therefore, she keeps to herself about everything else.. at least ninety-eight percent of the time.
NUMB. pandora is, literally, numb. she can't feel pain, or the temperature of anything around her, all because of a rare disease called anhidrosis / cipa. it was injected into her when she was in her mother's womb, and by some form of abnormal luck for scar's experimentation scientists, it was a success. it doesn't stop her from getting sick, or needing medical attention when she 'hurts' herself, however.
likes;
○ training / live target practice
○ leading raids
○ caring for her weapons
○ explosions
○ sniper rifles
○ the stars
○ fire
○ the fiddle
○ privacy
○ tea
dislikes;
○ the fallen
○ traitors
○ going to bed
○ being alone in the dark
○ tight / severely enclosed spaces
○ being underground for long periods of time
○ awkward situations
○ being asked personal questions
○ solitude for long periods of time
○ narcotics
habits;
○ often relapses into childish mannerisms
○ invading personal space
○ spying
HISTORY
above all else, scar had a very good way of pushing into people's lives when they were in dire need of survival. for pandora's mother, abigail, she'd been near her end of the rope, starting to debate solutions that weren't anywhere close to being classy or self respected. but for her three month old daughter that was growing inside of her, she knew she was going to have to do something in order to make sure her child could survive outside her womb. the only way to do that was to find money any way she could. but, prostitution wasn't that easy when you were starting to show a baby bump; not many guys were into paying for that sort of thing.
she was almost four months pregnant when scar contacted her with a very tempting offer. they were going to fly her out to their main facility in san francisco just to run the few money ideas they had for her, but the amount of money that they were offering to give to her automatically had her in the palm of their hands.
the fact that she was early into her pregnancy was vital for their research and experimentation. they'd done several other experiments on women in the early stages of their pregnancy terms, but because the child wasn't developed enough, none of the experiments came out positive, and the hosts to the children always died before the child could grow to a surviving size. their hopes with abigail and her little wonder were high, expecting to come out with some complications, but to proceed with their progress, nonetheless.
when it came down to the actual experiment, abigail was hesitant, but she still signed her life away anyways. after laying down on their operating table, allowing the gases to start clouding her vision and senses, she took her last manual breath for the rest of her life. when the procedure was over, the only way to keep abigail's body stable was to keep her under their influenced coma; allowing the continued growth of the child inside her, without chancing death of the host before the nine months was up. and every day after, abigail's body was looked after as though she'd been put into her coma through natural causes, and their experiment inside of her was given even more care; and maybe a few extra doses of experimental cells.
over the course of the next four months, the growth and health rate of abigail's child were more than noticeably different than regular babies at that age in their terms. it gave scar's scientists a lot of hope, but they weren't putting their money on anything yet- after all, it wouldn't take a whole lot to turn the experiment upside down, even one dosage being a drop too much could overthrow the process entirely. however, through some sort of miracle, by the end of her last term, abigail's body hosted a beautiful baby girl; and unlike the others, this one survived the cesarean section.
she was the talk of the facility for months, and scar's leader was more than pleased with her out come, so far. but there was word that if she didn't prove to be useful to him, there would be orders to take samples of her blood and bone marrow before terminating her. not a lot of the scientists, or much of anyone else who was aware of the project, was very comfortable with those rumors, but their jobs and lives were on the line. reluctantly, after six and a half months since her birth, testing started to see if she retained any of the experimental cells. unfortunately, if she didn't, then most of what they were going to do to her would be unthinkable to do to an infant, but orders were orders.
at first, nothing but what you'd expect to happen when you held a child's hand above an open flame. just from the shrieking reaction she had, they couldn't proceed with any more tests, not with their hearts eating away at them. instead, she was taken and treated for the faint burns along her palm and fingers. when their progress was questioned, they'd always lie, saying that she was bonding more and more each day with the implanted genetics.
it went on until she was two years old, them lying about her supposed progress, and the leader taking it as it was. but he was growing suspicious, considering there had never been any written reports on the progress, and that's all his scientists normally did. so when he marched down to the lab himself and requested to see the child for himself and her "progress", he was met with frightened eyes, but no one denied what he wanted. they retrieved her from her room and set her up in front of another open flame. only, this time, she no longer needed help to raise her hand above the heated source; she'd been through this process enough to understand what to do.
blankly, she raised her hand above the fire and stared holes into their leader's eye sockets. the expression on her face remained the same, her hand lingering as still as she could keep it within the flame's tips. her hand was beginning to darken, and for her safety, her caretaker pulled her back, absolutely stunned from the display. it'd been months since they'd gone through with the test again, but to come out like this... their leader was more than impressed with the show, and as a result, decided to take her under his wing officially. although he already had a son, he devoted a lot more time towards drilling loyalty and proper discipline within her mind.
at the age of three, she was finally given a name. at first, they were going to name her after her mother, her caretaker's idea, but their leader wouldn't have any of that. he wanted nothing of her actual mother to remain in her memory, therefore, even her name couldn't live on. that's when he decided on pandora; it covered the basis of what he planned on using her for, to spread disease. only instead of it being a plague to strike against the world, it'd be death by the hands of his experiment angel.
between the ages of four and eleven, pandora was trained in strict self defense, as well as being taught how to control her genetic "gift", as they liked to call it. she could no longer feel pain, which was an upside to scar's plans, but she also couldn't sense when her body was too hot or too cold. it'd be easy for her own genetics to be the death of her, simply from over working herself, or forgetting to make sure her temperature doesn't drop fatally low. it wasn't until her birthday, when she turned twelve, that her offensive training begun. and don't be fooled, just because she's twelve. scar's trainers were all adults, and none of them went easy on her; at least, in the aspect that they didn't break any of her bones, minus her nose. but accidents do happen. when they were confident in her hand to hand combat, they moved on to weapons- first melee, then long range.
by the time she turned twenty, pandora was a skilled freestyle martial arts fighter, but her interests were starting to detour from the underground facility. she was bored of seeing the same walls over and over, the same windows with beautiful greenery that was mostly tainted by human touch. she wanted to experience was it was like to breathe in something that wasn't recycled oxygen, to actually see what the sun looked like, to count the stars. naturally, she had no idea what scar had been doing behind closed doors involving their other experiments, so she was unaware of what the outside world was soon to become. even if she did, it more than likely wouldn't have changed her mind.
although her loyalty was brainwashed, and she devoted her life numerous times to scar, she still wasn't allowed to leave the facility. she wasn't even granted access to the explosive range out of town. at least, not until she turned twenty seven. she was given a chance to prove her worth outside the facility; she had no idea it was really a test to see if she was still worth the trouble, but pandora not knowing something like that was probably better than the latter. she was requested to break into the main hospital in san francisco and retrieve blood samples from the maternity ward. without question, pandora set off on her own, dressed as a harmless citizen.
it was easy to waltz in like she belonged there, and it wasn't exactly like they had the lab under lock and key- this sort of thing wasn't usual when it came to hospital crimes. it was smooth sailing all through locating and collecting the samples, up until she was about to head out the door, messenger bag clutched tightly to her waist for extra precaution until she got off the floor. it was a maternity doctor who instantly greeted her with a confused smile. after sputtering some nonsense about being a new intern and having to grab a few things for a friend of hers at the desk off the top of her head, she slipped past him without sounding any alarms and escaped down the stairwell.
when she returned, not a scratch or a BP out on her by the authorities, her newfound father was extremely pleased, and greeted her with open arms. after the very brief, touching moment, pandora was given something she wasn't expecting. free range to do whatever she pleased; as long as she had some sort of supervisor, or guardian, to ensure she was safe at all times. when questioned why, he told her that it was for her own protection, and that he couldn't bare the mere thought of losing her so early into her life. being the girl she is, pandora accepted that as an answer and went blissfully to dinner.
with her gift of access to come and go as she pleased, as long as she had someone trusted with her, pandora started to grow a little more content with her life underground in the facility. at least, until her guardian's started restricting her from going to certain places; well populated areas, with several different topics and politics that could possibly jeopardize their progress with her so far. instantly, she saw it to be unfair, but she didn't bring it up in conversation to anyone. instead, she just let them strip away the freedom she'd been given, and eventually decided to stop trying to go up to the surface unless it was requested of her.
when the man she knew to call father passed away, he left her the second in command position to pandora. when she received the news after waking up from sleeping one morning, it hit her rather hard. it was one of the first real emotion moments in her life to make her feel strongly about something, and to this day, she remembers the heart-clench that seized her chest for days. even so, her heartache aside, she still stepped up to the plate and instantly started to pull her weight around the facility. it didn't take long for her to earn the respect of most of the members of scar, either, considering there was less of a chance that she'd shoot someone in the face for making her incredibly angry.
currently, she still resides in scar's main facility, and handles most of the contracts that need to be done; raiding, salvaging, and organizing the hunts for wanted men. when she's not handing the dirty business or out int he field, she's usually training, or blowing things up.
she was almost four months pregnant when scar contacted her with a very tempting offer. they were going to fly her out to their main facility in san francisco just to run the few money ideas they had for her, but the amount of money that they were offering to give to her automatically had her in the palm of their hands.
the fact that she was early into her pregnancy was vital for their research and experimentation. they'd done several other experiments on women in the early stages of their pregnancy terms, but because the child wasn't developed enough, none of the experiments came out positive, and the hosts to the children always died before the child could grow to a surviving size. their hopes with abigail and her little wonder were high, expecting to come out with some complications, but to proceed with their progress, nonetheless.
when it came down to the actual experiment, abigail was hesitant, but she still signed her life away anyways. after laying down on their operating table, allowing the gases to start clouding her vision and senses, she took her last manual breath for the rest of her life. when the procedure was over, the only way to keep abigail's body stable was to keep her under their influenced coma; allowing the continued growth of the child inside her, without chancing death of the host before the nine months was up. and every day after, abigail's body was looked after as though she'd been put into her coma through natural causes, and their experiment inside of her was given even more care; and maybe a few extra doses of experimental cells.
over the course of the next four months, the growth and health rate of abigail's child were more than noticeably different than regular babies at that age in their terms. it gave scar's scientists a lot of hope, but they weren't putting their money on anything yet- after all, it wouldn't take a whole lot to turn the experiment upside down, even one dosage being a drop too much could overthrow the process entirely. however, through some sort of miracle, by the end of her last term, abigail's body hosted a beautiful baby girl; and unlike the others, this one survived the cesarean section.
she was the talk of the facility for months, and scar's leader was more than pleased with her out come, so far. but there was word that if she didn't prove to be useful to him, there would be orders to take samples of her blood and bone marrow before terminating her. not a lot of the scientists, or much of anyone else who was aware of the project, was very comfortable with those rumors, but their jobs and lives were on the line. reluctantly, after six and a half months since her birth, testing started to see if she retained any of the experimental cells. unfortunately, if she didn't, then most of what they were going to do to her would be unthinkable to do to an infant, but orders were orders.
at first, nothing but what you'd expect to happen when you held a child's hand above an open flame. just from the shrieking reaction she had, they couldn't proceed with any more tests, not with their hearts eating away at them. instead, she was taken and treated for the faint burns along her palm and fingers. when their progress was questioned, they'd always lie, saying that she was bonding more and more each day with the implanted genetics.
it went on until she was two years old, them lying about her supposed progress, and the leader taking it as it was. but he was growing suspicious, considering there had never been any written reports on the progress, and that's all his scientists normally did. so when he marched down to the lab himself and requested to see the child for himself and her "progress", he was met with frightened eyes, but no one denied what he wanted. they retrieved her from her room and set her up in front of another open flame. only, this time, she no longer needed help to raise her hand above the heated source; she'd been through this process enough to understand what to do.
blankly, she raised her hand above the fire and stared holes into their leader's eye sockets. the expression on her face remained the same, her hand lingering as still as she could keep it within the flame's tips. her hand was beginning to darken, and for her safety, her caretaker pulled her back, absolutely stunned from the display. it'd been months since they'd gone through with the test again, but to come out like this... their leader was more than impressed with the show, and as a result, decided to take her under his wing officially. although he already had a son, he devoted a lot more time towards drilling loyalty and proper discipline within her mind.
at the age of three, she was finally given a name. at first, they were going to name her after her mother, her caretaker's idea, but their leader wouldn't have any of that. he wanted nothing of her actual mother to remain in her memory, therefore, even her name couldn't live on. that's when he decided on pandora; it covered the basis of what he planned on using her for, to spread disease. only instead of it being a plague to strike against the world, it'd be death by the hands of his experiment angel.
between the ages of four and eleven, pandora was trained in strict self defense, as well as being taught how to control her genetic "gift", as they liked to call it. she could no longer feel pain, which was an upside to scar's plans, but she also couldn't sense when her body was too hot or too cold. it'd be easy for her own genetics to be the death of her, simply from over working herself, or forgetting to make sure her temperature doesn't drop fatally low. it wasn't until her birthday, when she turned twelve, that her offensive training begun. and don't be fooled, just because she's twelve. scar's trainers were all adults, and none of them went easy on her; at least, in the aspect that they didn't break any of her bones, minus her nose. but accidents do happen. when they were confident in her hand to hand combat, they moved on to weapons- first melee, then long range.
by the time she turned twenty, pandora was a skilled freestyle martial arts fighter, but her interests were starting to detour from the underground facility. she was bored of seeing the same walls over and over, the same windows with beautiful greenery that was mostly tainted by human touch. she wanted to experience was it was like to breathe in something that wasn't recycled oxygen, to actually see what the sun looked like, to count the stars. naturally, she had no idea what scar had been doing behind closed doors involving their other experiments, so she was unaware of what the outside world was soon to become. even if she did, it more than likely wouldn't have changed her mind.
although her loyalty was brainwashed, and she devoted her life numerous times to scar, she still wasn't allowed to leave the facility. she wasn't even granted access to the explosive range out of town. at least, not until she turned twenty seven. she was given a chance to prove her worth outside the facility; she had no idea it was really a test to see if she was still worth the trouble, but pandora not knowing something like that was probably better than the latter. she was requested to break into the main hospital in san francisco and retrieve blood samples from the maternity ward. without question, pandora set off on her own, dressed as a harmless citizen.
it was easy to waltz in like she belonged there, and it wasn't exactly like they had the lab under lock and key- this sort of thing wasn't usual when it came to hospital crimes. it was smooth sailing all through locating and collecting the samples, up until she was about to head out the door, messenger bag clutched tightly to her waist for extra precaution until she got off the floor. it was a maternity doctor who instantly greeted her with a confused smile. after sputtering some nonsense about being a new intern and having to grab a few things for a friend of hers at the desk off the top of her head, she slipped past him without sounding any alarms and escaped down the stairwell.
when she returned, not a scratch or a BP out on her by the authorities, her newfound father was extremely pleased, and greeted her with open arms. after the very brief, touching moment, pandora was given something she wasn't expecting. free range to do whatever she pleased; as long as she had some sort of supervisor, or guardian, to ensure she was safe at all times. when questioned why, he told her that it was for her own protection, and that he couldn't bare the mere thought of losing her so early into her life. being the girl she is, pandora accepted that as an answer and went blissfully to dinner.
with her gift of access to come and go as she pleased, as long as she had someone trusted with her, pandora started to grow a little more content with her life underground in the facility. at least, until her guardian's started restricting her from going to certain places; well populated areas, with several different topics and politics that could possibly jeopardize their progress with her so far. instantly, she saw it to be unfair, but she didn't bring it up in conversation to anyone. instead, she just let them strip away the freedom she'd been given, and eventually decided to stop trying to go up to the surface unless it was requested of her.
when the man she knew to call father passed away, he left her the second in command position to pandora. when she received the news after waking up from sleeping one morning, it hit her rather hard. it was one of the first real emotion moments in her life to make her feel strongly about something, and to this day, she remembers the heart-clench that seized her chest for days. even so, her heartache aside, she still stepped up to the plate and instantly started to pull her weight around the facility. it didn't take long for her to earn the respect of most of the members of scar, either, considering there was less of a chance that she'd shoot someone in the face for making her incredibly angry.
currently, she still resides in scar's main facility, and handles most of the contracts that need to be done; raiding, salvaging, and organizing the hunts for wanted men. when she's not handing the dirty business or out int he field, she's usually training, or blowing things up.
INVENTORY
WHITE KATANA. pandora's white katana rests on her right hip, but is always wielded with her left. it, along with it's black twin, were given to her by scar's former leader as a gift of her success into her womanhood. they've become her favourite killing weapons.
BLACK KATANA. opposite to the white katana, it rests on her left hip, and is always wielded with her right.
P22 HANDGUN & LAZER. the handgun is something she only normally uses for show; people are often more afraid when they can see where the bullet is aimed to go. but, if she has to use it, she does so to the best of her ability to do so without firing- by clinging someone on the back of the head to knock them out, or just to give them a warning knock on the side of the face. it was a weapon she accumulated after one of her first few raids.
WALKIE TALKIE. this is something she never has off of her. she goes to the shower with it, to the latrine with it; absolutely everywhere. if there's any sign of trouble, she reports it immediately, as her implanted loyalty insists. every night it gets charged in her room, so it never unexpectedly dies.
BLACK WIDOW NECKLACE. this, too, was a gift from the previous leader of scar. when she earned her name as widow, he gave this to her to emphasis how precious such a name was for the institution. pandora never lets anyone else touch it, and it never leaves from around her neck.
CURE SERUM * LEATHER ARMBAND. because of her ties in scar, and her second in command position, she carries around a small vial of the cure serum attached to a leather armband that wraps around her left bicep. it's not enough to actually cure the infection, but it's enough that if she's not near the facility, it'll keep her human long enough until she can receive the medical treatment that she needs.
BLACK KATANA. opposite to the white katana, it rests on her left hip, and is always wielded with her right.
P22 HANDGUN & LAZER. the handgun is something she only normally uses for show; people are often more afraid when they can see where the bullet is aimed to go. but, if she has to use it, she does so to the best of her ability to do so without firing- by clinging someone on the back of the head to knock them out, or just to give them a warning knock on the side of the face. it was a weapon she accumulated after one of her first few raids.
WALKIE TALKIE. this is something she never has off of her. she goes to the shower with it, to the latrine with it; absolutely everywhere. if there's any sign of trouble, she reports it immediately, as her implanted loyalty insists. every night it gets charged in her room, so it never unexpectedly dies.
BLACK WIDOW NECKLACE. this, too, was a gift from the previous leader of scar. when she earned her name as widow, he gave this to her to emphasis how precious such a name was for the institution. pandora never lets anyone else touch it, and it never leaves from around her neck.
CURE SERUM * LEATHER ARMBAND. because of her ties in scar, and her second in command position, she carries around a small vial of the cure serum attached to a leather armband that wraps around her left bicep. it's not enough to actually cure the infection, but it's enough that if she's not near the facility, it'll keep her human long enough until she can receive the medical treatment that she needs.
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OUT OF CHARACTER
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,2px,true] SIX | TOO MANY YEARS OF MY LIFE |
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once upon a time, there was a man who did things. and they were great. the end.
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