Kinda am trying new storytelling methods with my profile and want to go with a self loathing character. Not exactly emo but then again, some days she does have suicidal thoughts.
Because of her background i am putting a lot about sex in the profile but that doesn't mean i expect her to be jumping on to everyone boner. This is just me trying to describe the world as she see it. In fact compared to most characters on this forum i believe she might be the holy
Mar *something*
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Profession: Enforcer
Sunday twenty, twenty two hundred hours
she lays on her bed as the air moves across her body and makes the exposed skin of her breast freeze at the edges of the bra. she was bored and afraid. Her desire was in a way like heat, but the thought was sickening. Mar has this little problem where she lust and craves suffering and punishment that she inflicts on others. It's something she gets off on but yet also sickens her to no end. She doesn't even know why the fuck she got into this fucked up mess with the maffia; a hooker on the streets she could understand but not this. She must have been doing this job for them, for about a year and a half but she's been a maffia girl since she was 13. She hasn't really known freedom until the past 2 years.
Sunday twenty, twenty three hundred hours
Mar stares at the wall, waiting for the phone to ring; waiting for a kick; waiting for a release. The thought sickens her but at the same time excites her as she softly rubs her panties with the gentlest of touch. Her hands are scratched up and as delicate as wads of paper. On her left side on below the fifth rib is a scar she got from a prisoner wielding a shard of broken glass. The wound didn't heal nicely at all, and still hurt if she pressed it. on her ankle is the a tatoo of a pure black, demonic hand grasping it; a clear message that she is the devils property and the maffia is that devil. her body had tiny bruises and sores all over from overexertion. on both wrist she has several scars from pasts cuts that were self inflicted.
Sunday twenty, twenty four hundred hours
mar lazily was looking at a bonage porno mag. One of the boss's men gave it to her, like they do with all sorts of porn mags. It seemed like a social jab at her, but she always took them and always read them. She held this one up on it's side and with one hand while letting her other hand rest on her leg. She slowly let one page slip past her thumb thus changing the page she was reading. The position theses women were in was interesting and looked kinda fun; not that many women would admit it; However these didn't really evoke any emotion in her. She looks at the phone, and willing it to ring! in spite, it does not. The emotional annoyance had boiled in her to self loathing levels again and she slowly got up and walked to the bathroom looking for a disposable razor. Maybe she would work up the nerve to off herself today and not just a shallow cuts. she opens the cupboard only to realise she just ran out today. The thought to rummage through the trash for the last blade crosses her mind but it isn't worth it; the blade is dull as a door knob anyways. Suddenly the doorbell rings and she pokes her head out the door of the bath room and looks at the entrance of the apartment. It must be that computer dweeb next door wanting something silly. she walks to the door thinking that she might bang him tonight. a self loathing night is the only kinda night worth banging that dweeb on.
The fact that she was in her underwear didn't cross her mind.
(I don't expect you make the first post you make for mar to continue you. This isn't a intro post of mine, just a profile post that was me messing around with what can be done in RP)
