Nymph Mashiro May 9, 2010 8:13:36 GMT -5
Post by Nymph Mashiro on May 9, 2010 8:13:36 GMT -5
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Age: An age o.o
Roleplaying Experience: Since I was 7
How you found the site:Affiliation
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Name: Nymph Adell Mashiro
Hair Color: Green
Eye Color: Green
Skin Tone: Pale
Weight: 104 lbs
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Why they are in La Campana: She went there, because of when she was a child. She was reported to have watched her house burn down, with her parents inside. She stood on the outside, and watched it burn, without an expression. When they came, she turned to face them with a small smile, and a tear. [/size]
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- Ice cream
- The Moon
- The Stars
- Teddy Bears
- Loud Music
- Angry Mobs
- Murder Threats
- Being taken for a wimp
- Watching people get hurt
- Fighting for no reason
- Her Inner Voices
- Hurting People
- Brussel Sprouts
- Good Hygiene
- Bad Hygiene
- Looking at her feet
- Killing someone because of her inner voice.
- Someone finding out she's schizophrenzic.
- To get over her schizophrenzia.
- To find out why she killed her family.
- To get over her shyness.
A timid and shy girl, that stands at the tender height of 5’2”, a very petite girl to be exact. Her hair is often in a braided pony-tail, but when it’s not. It flows down to her waist, in a waterfall of green. Her bangs often hide her eyes from view, when she’s upset. Her hair is always being washed, mostly because she often does it when she’s upset. She often brushes it, when she is feeling sad so it won’t become dried up and wrinkly. Her hair is naturally smooth, and clean looking like green grass, when it’s freshly grown. She often ties it up, with a scrunches or a rubber band. Over it, she usually wears a black hat, so no one will actually see her.
Her eyes are green also, just like her hair. She got none of these traits from her family, for some reason. Her eyes are slanted, when she is angry and are often hidden. Both of them have black pupils, when she is in one of her episodes. Her eyes show mixed emotions, and often makes her even scared to look into a mirror. When she is happy, her eyes are usually the same. But when she is sad, they start to darken and she begins to feel very awkward. When she is angry, they begin to flash, from light green to dark green and over again.
Her skin is pale, smooth just like her mother’s. Her petite form, makes curves go throughout her body. She often holds her body close, when she is sad. She usually takes bathes, so her skin doesn’t get clammy and it disturbs her to no end. Wearing lotion at times, her skin is naturally this way, she is referred to like a doll. She is really not doll like in her mind, but she takes it as a compliment. Her body is free of scars, for some odd reason. Most people thought, she would be full of them because of her “attitude”.
Often on school days, she wears a black skirt, with a black blazer, and white shirt underneath. A white arm band on her right arm, doll like shoes, her long hair in a ponytail, glasses on. But on other days, she wears a white dress, with white sandals, and a white hat.
She is a very different girl, it mostly depends on her situations. But at the most time, she is often timid and shy. Hiding herself away from the world, she believes that she should stay a secret. Not trusting herself with people, she always looks back on her actions. She often hides around, and doesn’t come out even when they ask her too. In her mind, she should just stay to herself, that is why she often thinks in her mind. But there was voices in her mind, and often talk to her and persuade her. She doesn’t talk lightly to threats either.
Often able to distinct something from something else, her inner mind is always on alert. Since Nymph is very trusting, she often does things that gets her hurt. She is easy to manipulate, so that is mostly the cause for the accident. These voices were developed, when she was raped, a long time ago. They came because she was desperate to hear someones voice, besides her rapist. These voices are here, to talk her through everything, and manipulate her mind. When she starts to think about it, she is split into three categories.
One category, is when she is very destructive and flirtatious, she often will destroy things. She won’t repent, because she won’t remember. She will flirt with someone, until she has them in her grasp, and then crush them. It’s her way of showing, that the human race is very weak. She loves to destroy things, because it gives her a meaning of belonging. This often happens, when she loses her mind after something tragic as happened. She will often kill and pillage, because it will soothe her heart, to know someone has been destroyed beside her.
Whenever she wakes up, from doing this kind of thing she is always afraid. Her inner voices, all have a name, one is Iru, and the other is Eru. Eru, is the destructive and flirtatious, like a succubus. Iru is the one, who will kill out of anger. This often happens to Nymph, when she is at her weakest moments. They inflitrate her mind, and talk to her. Trying to lead her down the road, to killing someone closest to her. Nymph often belevies that if she is always alone, they will go away.
She hates to know, that she would be the cause of someone’s death one day.
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Jin Mashiro - 56
Mother: Kimiko Mashiro -54
Other important relatives: None
Pets:Mario and Luigi - 4 years old - Golden Retrievers
On this faithful day in history, on October the 15th, Nymph Mashiro was born into the Mashiro Family. Her Family was so overjoyed to see her, yet noticed. She was not looking like one of them, she looked really different. Nymph was a small baby, and would often lay in her crib sleeping. Her mother was worried, because she wouldn’t wake up for a long time. Nymph would often wake up at dawn, and crawl out of her crib, and around the house. One day, her mother found her actually walking towards the kitchen. Her mother was overjoyed, and hugged her baby often. But her father actually found something odd about it, as Nymph grew older.
Her father began to grow different, coming home late smelling like perfume. Her mother paid no attention to it, and often taught Nymph. Nymph was a stay at home school girl, because her mother wanted her to get the best education. Her father would often yell at her mother, for not giving his little girl a chance to be with other kids. Often slapping her, it would take Nymph’s tears to make her father stop. Her father treated Nymph like a princess, and showered her with more gifts than he ever did her mother. Nymph wasn’t very prone to taking the gifts, often leaving out of the house as he gave them to her.
When she was 5 years old, she wandered the streets on her own. Until, that one day when she was held hostage. She was raped that day, and the voice of her rapist echoed in her mind. Her parents found her, bleeding and eyes wide on the ground. Her father blamed her mother, and they had an argument that day. As Nymph laid there in the hospital, she stared at the sky outside of the window. Wishing the voice would go away, and that is where Iru and Eru came. They began to talk to her, and beckon her closer and closer. They talked to her, and assured her they would be friends forever.
Nymph felt as though she was actually needed, and had a home and family. Nymph began to fall for the trick, and fell into the arms of the spirits in her mind. Feeling happier than ever, she began to fall deeper and deeper. She began to be more quiet, and her mother kept getting beaten up. Soon Nymph began to get scared, as she grew to be a 9 year old. Her father had been looking at her with lust more often, and followed her at times. She began to grow more scared, when he went through her room at night.
Iru and Eru told her what to do, and she nodded. On her 12th birthday, her father came into her room, and threw back her covers. Asking Nymph to turn onto her stomach, Nymph looked up at him with a smile. Nodding, she turned onto her stomach, as he got on top of her, and she smirked. Taking his hand, as he unzipped his pants, she set the lighter on fire, burning him. He screamed, and stared at his hand, as it was ablaze. His sleeve the same, and she lifted herself up, with the lighter, and threw it on the carpet, as the room began to set ablaze. Walking out of the room, she heard her mother’s sighs of relief, as the fire started to spread.
Her father’s cries of pain, and she giggled covering her mouth. She had lost her mind, she thought falling to her knees, and laughing. She began to hold her stomach, and laugh even louder, as the paramedics and fire department came. They kept her for two years, before deciding that she was okay, to send away. Sending her to La Campana, after she left, they looked at a picture she had drew. Of a house burning, with a shadow coming over it. Then they realized, maybe they had made a mistake.
The sound of the clapping of feet echoed in her mind, as she laid against the cold ground. Her eyes closed, she was oblivious to the outside world. Her chest moved up and down like normal, as the sound of the clapping stopped. She was so oblivious, that is was perfect, it was enough for her. Lifting herself up, she stared at the empty room. It was pure white, and perfect just like the stars in the night sky. Standing to her feet, she stumbled and fell backwards. Landing on a bed, that was perfectly folded and happy with no strands or anything. She stared at it, a red rose was in the middle of it, crawling against the bed.
She took the rose in her hands, and looked around for the owner. It was as though, she was being told to go to sleep. Laying onto the bed, the clapping of feet again and her face was cupped, and she opened her eyes. In front of her, was a replica of herself with a smile on it’s face. Coming closer, the lips found hers, and the eyes were different. Hues of dark red, with white pupils and a smile on it’s face. She soon was laid down onto the bed, and the replica walked towards the door, that wasn’t there before.
Turning back it smiled, and waved goodbye to her. “Good Night, Nymph”, and shut the door behind itself.