Post by lacy madde andrews on Feb 1, 2009 21:50:40 GMT -5
'''lacy madde andrews
" Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges, it's roads now home to a beautiful stranger "
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this is Nymphetamine and i got sixteen till my term is over. my prison is located in Björkboda, Finland and the only way you can reach me is at PM/E-Mail[/i]. I’m planning my escape.
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nick names • Yeah dare you to make one up
age • Seventeen
birthdate • Aug. 13
hometown • New Orleans, LA
sexuality • Can-you-kiss
canon or original • Original
why you're here • Psychosis-related diseases, murder
gang • Bullets
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looking for a home like a bird in
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weight • Ninety three pounds
build • She's skinny and not to healthy looking.
hair • Dark Brunette
eyes • Brown but her eyes will seem to glaze over and her honey-tan eyes will turn an ugly brown when her sister enters her mind (read history)
piercings • Two on each lobe and on her right ear she can fit a bar.
tattoos • None
face claim • Lacey Mosley
clothing style • Lacy keeps it simple and easy to move in, yet comfortable. Wearing tight skinny jeans that makes her feel safe since she doesn't feel much safer with anything else. Colors are a small variety of dark blue or dull grey. Usually tight black to grey and even white tee shirts, small and a little short. Her belt buckles are always bigger than most girl's wear and images include anything from something dark and satanic as Slayer's Pentagram to something cute and cuddly like a small, sitting Hello Kitty waving her small paw at you. Cold out? Lacy doesn't care. Special occasion? Doesn't matter. Lacy wears what she has been wearing for the past years of her life and doesn’t change any of it.
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take a look at
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¤ trampolines
¤ cherries
¤ pain {to everyone}
¤ '80 films
¤ music {metal or rock}
¤ mountains
¤ ropes
¤ fire
¤ screams
¤ love
dislikes •
¤ love {?}
¤ water
¤ wet
¤ anything in water
¤ bathrooms
¤ knives out of her control
¤ blood
¤ her sister
¤ herself
¤ someone controlling her
¤ quiet
strengths •
¤ perfect aim with knives
¤ sly
weaknesses •
¤ hurts herself and others
¤ gets herself in trouble
¤ becomes nervous and jumpy around midnight
habits/quirks •
¤ clicks her tongue when she’s bored
¤ taps her fingers a lot
¤ isn’t to patient
¤ speaks out
fears •
secrets • Has tons of sickness she has told almost no one about including aqua phobia, mania, hysteria, psychosis, bipolar disorder, anorexia nervosa, psychotic depression, insomnia, self injury, and post traumatic stress disorder
overall • A two-faced girl who can't even help it. Hard to think up what she'll do next. Throw you to the bed and strangle you, or maybe shove you against the wall with some pretty words of warning and walk away? Lacy is, and never has been the easiest to figure out. Most people have always excluded her and most don't even know she's there. Yeah do that to her and you'll end up like every other victim -- on Death's pole, eyes scratched out and Lacy's smile playing her face burning into your mind.
The girl can't help this, but she's mad. Literally. Her past has always haunted her in a way. People can't explain any of this because the way Lacy acts when it happens and what happens psychically to her. Every midnight {some nights it doesn't happen} her older sister Natalie will come back in Lacy's mind. It just sort of happens. Lacy could be laying in bed trying to go to sleep like always, and a laugh will be heard in her ear. She looks over and her sister's sitting in the chair, neck twisting around her on her shoulder. Lacy could even be killing someone and her sister's piercing giggle will be heard. Lacy will look away form her victim’s face to find her sister, but nothing; looking back at the one she's taking the life of, Natalie’s face will be smiling and words could be heard.
Psychically, Lacy is a pain to herself and anyone else close to her. Her heart beat picks up, lungs take in less air, and her chest tightens to the point of feelings like it would explode. Lacy's head will pound and bang, a ringing noise murder to her ears. The pain will hurt so bad she hits the closet person or anyone who tries to help. Otherwise, she'll fall to the ground begging for mercy with her hands pulling at her head. If it would help, the young girl will drill a hole in her head to make her sister leave.
Ghost? Spirit? Soul of her sister? Who knows. Most people thinks he's crazy because no one else can see nor hear anything. When Lacy even goes crazy in school if it's caught on camera, the video shows nothing of it. Just insane if you ask anyone who knows her... and lived threw her.
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father • Heath``her real father, Mark``foster, James``foster
siblings • Natalie``sister
pets • none
other family • Grandparents, dead`` Grandma Doris and Grandfather Albert
overall • Lacy Andrews, she was a normal child, you rarely heard her cry or scream when she was young. She liked to play with dolls, okay well scratch that, she liked to destroy dolls. When lacy was seven her mom gave birth to a younger brother, lacy was playing around one day with a knife and told Matthew she was going to kill him when he shook his little baby head with a laugh she stabbed him to death. Her parents hated her ever since, after they figured she was just someone that wasted their money and food. She forgot all about it by the time she was twelve her parents still grieved.
That was when she was younger though. When she turned ten her father began beating her, because he was angry that their mother had left him for another man. One day he dragged her down the road by the hair and through a path in the woods threatening to throw her over a cliff. This type of abuse continued up until she was fourteen.
Lacy had a older sister named Natalie, she was sixteen. When Lacy wasn’t around her father took his anger out on her. Lacy and Natalie also shared the same room together. They were lying in bed sleeping when Natalie was jerked out of bed; her screaming woke Lacy. Their father dragged Natalie into the bathroom and shoved her in the bathtub, to wasted to even know what he was doing. She squirmed and tried to move out of his grip but it was no use. Lacy tried to pull him off but he smacked her across the face sending her tumbling to the ground. The image of Natalie dying in that crystal clear water still haunts her mind. Lacy went overboard after that. She sunk and into depression and is now scared to death of water, even any bath will creep her out, showers scare her where she's in for a minute.
The state she was living in took her away at the age of fifteen after the neighbors caught her father burying something in the back yard. What her father left of her sister is now hiding deep in a chest in the attic of her old house. The state sent her to her grandparents. Her father, before being taken into custody of the police, stabbed his ex wife and her new husband.
Lacy hated being at her grandparents. They had what they called “tough love” it was kind of like mommy dearest. Lacy would climb out the window and head to the local clubs with her neighbors, and when she wasn’t doing that she would stay locked in her room as much as possible.
When her grandparents died a little after she turned sixteen she was shoved into a foster home. They thought it was unhealthy to be locked in her room all the time, and were tired of the neighbors complaining about her running away so they put her in an after school program that dealt with the younger children. That was a bad idea from the beginning.
The little kids screams and whines annoyed her. She hated it. she sat in the corner and rocked back and forth trying to keep herself from snapping, but when a little girl came up and asked her to help cut the project they were supposed to be doing. Lacy snapped and shoved the scissors in the little girls heart. Blood poured out on Lacy’s hands and it made her happy. Lacy had a wicked smirk on her face as she ran home, away from all the terror and chaos back at the school. She snuck in the house and pulled the biggest butcher knife she could find out of the drawer. Anne and Mark, her foster parents were sitting in the living room watching TV. She stabbed Ann first. Her blood poured on the floor. She then turned to Mark stabbing him also as he tried to pull the knife away. She laid them side by side, and then ran the bloody knife hanging from her hand. The police caught her and took her to the hospital. They diagnosed her with a bunch of diseases with big words she couldn't understand and shoved a bunch of pill bottles in her hands.
The doctors said she would be fine to be put in another foster home. Haley and James were hesitant to take her in. They were scared of her. They home schooled her. She didn’t take the pills she dumped them in a hole in the yard and buried them. Haley tried to be nice; she bought her girly clothes and pretty nail polish. Lacy didn’t want it, as Haley sat on her bed and tried to talk to her, Lacy snapped and threw a lamp at her head and then pulled her knife out. She shoved it through her heart staining all the new clothes with blood. Lacy lit the room on fire to hide what she did and ran out of the house. When James came home to the house in flames and Lacy sitting in the walkway cross legged twisting a bloody knife in her hands he smacked her and kicked her and beat her. She managed to shove the knife in his stomach though making him lay there coughing and spitting up large amounts of blood. The neighbors noticed the exchange and called the cops.
Lacy's been here for only a little while and it made her crazier than ever.
One thing that Lacy is really scared of is the water, right before she left she was shoved into the lake by a very brave student who had almost been stabbed to death in one of Lacy’s rampages. While she was under water she dropped her knife and it fell to the floor, her foot got hooked in some of the slimy seaweed. It scared her to death when the ghost of her sister appeared laughing at her saying she deserved it, now Lacy is haunted every night by her sister. She'll just fall to her knees and cry out, begging for mercy, begging for love.
Now, wandering about the title? Every victim, after she kills, cutes out they're eyes or stabs the sockets. She thinks that after death, her dead could rise again and haunt her. But, they can’t haunt what they can't see. She was messed up in the head and sure as hell not going to heaven. So who wants to mess with her first?
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read the rules • -adminedit-
roleplay sample • "Why? Oh god why, damn it all, why won't you help me?!" she screamed, knees curled tightly to her chin.
"Sister I'm sorry! The father, he's dead! Fire!!" a large gasp, her face was buried in her knees, tears streaming down her flushed face, "Water! God no have mercy, Daddy!" she cried louder, her hands slamming on the ground, but only a few pieces of loose dirt scattered away from her. "Get off her! You'll kill her! No you wouldn't! Father!" her claws dug into the ground, her body shaking like mad. She lifted her face to the sky, beat red, and looking closely, claws marks on her neck. She pulled herself up, going to her knees as her ragged dress dragging along the ground has she crawled a few inches, falling, landing on her stomach "Only kill!" she yelled, voice a bit rough and hard. She curled up on her side, her breath in gasp and heart racing so hard, that any creature with good hearing could hear it. It pounded so hard she wanted to puke. It felt like someone just took a chair, shoving into her mouth and running it into her stomach. But she couldn't do anything about it. Lacy was tied by the wrist, wrist so raw, to a chair. A thin string of metal held her down there. In her chair, it was cold and hard. Even her ankles were held down by the thin metal wires. But she was cut off, thrown against a wall, and hung by the wrist, again, cutting into her flesh. That is how this flashback felt to her.
A perfect moonlight shone down on her. Threw the cracks of leaves in the trees, light snuck down, gliding down, ghostly, kissing along Lacy's body. Midnight; always her sister came and gave her nightmares. Hardly any could she sleep "Oh my sister, anyone!; why won't you help me!" she begged her sister to stop in her head. Lacy's green eyes, now red from crying; made a clown's red hair look white. Her claws marks, to her own self. Along her arms were red, from her trying to get the cold breath of Death's calling mouth off her. Her fist and hands red as well, from slamming into things while her short minute of blindness took over her. Her feet were bare, also a bit torn from kicking the ground, stepping on roots and sometimes hard and pointy sticks and thorns. Her head pounded has she rubbed her face, pulled her hair, shook from everything. Even her throat hurt from screaming. Sometimes Lacy wished she was still in an asylum were the walls were soft and no pain could come to er. The pain in her body was nothing compared to her head, and she could almost feel no pain to her physical self has her dead sister crawled threw her head, ripping out Lacy's pass, pouring and shoving it down her throat until Lacy learned that night, good enough for her sister, that she was mad.
What happened first? Lacy was walking down this road, another knife in her hands has she dropped it, leaving a dead animal behind. She needed to kill it; she had not killed for a week. She had been lost in the woods. She had always been lost; Lacy was just use to being lost and alone. No one ever there for her. But has her feet graced along the grass, the dirt and who knows what; blackness over-took her. Ahead, a light. That's it. The light was getting bigger and Lacy whimpered for it to stop coming closer to her. But it just kept coming. She turned, running, but, another light was that way. Everywhere Lacy looked, pure blackness; except that one little light, getting bigger, and bigger, brighter, more like... an angel? Her sister's face appeared, Lacy fell to her knees as her eyes glazed over from whatever her sister wanted to show Lacy, and remind her of tonight. Her sister screamed in Lacy's face has she always did, making everything become black. Even if Lacy looked straight at a person with her eyes so glazed over, what difference would it make she could not see anything then. She was blind, like all her victims are... But what was in for little Lacy tonight? When the blackness left, Lacy was in her oldest room, when she had a family who she thought loved her. A brother, everyone. But, she stabbed her brother. And everything was so fast. Adrenaline running, her heart pounding, beating out of her chest, her hands clawing at herself to make herself stop killing so many people. but she loved it! All so confusing! Hating the dreams and nightmares about past murders, but the feel of something steel running into someone’s skin, under the muscle, sometimes eve, and slitting the veins just was so addicting! But she was only human, and she knew she couldn't last forever. Oh, why was this all so confusing!?
And tonight was a horrid night; almost another year adding on to the night she killed her sister; killed so many like they were nothing. They were nothing to her! But, a second's notice she stopped shaking. Her eyes went side has she looked around, her dark hair sticking and covering her face. She looked around 'Gone?' she asked. Lacy's hand slipping under her, pushing herself up; her ankles were crossed to her side has she scoffed, blowing out some of her long and thick hair. Lacy looked around, turning her body, popping joints and bones has she did, making sure she was alone. She laughed. All she did was laugh hysterically!
She stood; shaking weak still and fell back onto her knees. Someone would have to come soon. She would do as she always did; get help, kill later. Her eyes glanced over at her knife, which was covered in blackness from clouds looming overhead, to block the moonlight, and shadows covered the girl curling into herself under an oak.
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