Post by Wayward Soul on Jan 3, 2017 3:27:19 GMT
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Verse: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Character Name:
Faith Lehane
Face-Claim:
Eliza Dushku
RP Sample: { This should be at least 250 words for OC's, and at least 400 words for cannons }
In my line of work I have come up against some of the worst creatures to walk the face of this earth, whether they are animals hidden behind the facade of a human face like that of a vampire or staring at a creature so hideous it was like I was staring into the mouth of hell itself threatening to consume me whole. Hell is not some nasty fictitious destination born out of the ramblings of the most recent religious sects. It is a real as you or I, and it will exist far after our mortal shell decays. But what if that hell that so many fear has managed to weave itself like a disease within your very own bloodstream? And you’re the one trapped like a caged beast within your own inner prison. Every time you glance in the mirror there is the ghost of the monster hidden beneath. I have tasted the darkness and been lured by the siren of sin to the point of no return.
Most credit that downward spiral to one of two things, my work with the mayor who also happened to be one evil son of a bitch, or the night I killed a man in cold blood on patrol in a back alley. If I am honest with myself however, I would put my decent into the abyss far before either of these events occurred, but it instead was the mere catalyst for what was soon to come to pass. There were many four letter words spoken in my home growing up in the south side of Boston but I cannot honestly say that love was ever really one of them. I grew up with a mom who was absent due to her love of drugs and her latest fling and a father who was incarcerated for most of my existence. I was the child always on the outskirts of normalcy, who craved the one thing that would be denied to me time and again.
You begin to learn really young that dependency on anyone but yourself is not an option for people like you. So what did I do to combat the frigid souls that seemed to surround me at every turn? I built a shell around myself, one so thick, an atomic bomb couldn’t penetrate. People have mistaken my aloofness for being a cocky bitch with a heart of stone when in reality I just wanted to keep the pain from destroying me completely. There were times when I tried to let that guard slip or allow a chink in the armor around my heart, like when I first came across the Scoobies in Sunny Dale, but I never felt like I measured up so after a while I stopped trying.
The funny thing about my dance with the devil, it’s almost laughable if you really think about it. My saving grace came from a man who was the least likely of suspects. One of the very creatures I was meant to destroy and who I once nearly gutted for , ironically, he was the one who pulled me from the brink. He was the only one who actually saw the person beneath the masking layers. He took the time to give something more than hate toward a girl that had lost all hope, not only in the people around her but also in herself. If it were not for Angel I would have been dead before my body had hit the pavement that night I came to him in LA and asked him to end my life. I thought I was truly doing the world a favor in being rid of another worthless soul.
Shortly thereafter I would start my journey toward what would be my hardest battle yet; redemption. A road that as I continued down became like a bicycle with the air slowly leaking out its tires. I soon would come to realize that I had a lot of work still to be done and the battle would never truly be over and yet it would be worth the sacrifice just the same. I began once again to have found a purpose in my life that I had thought slaying had given me. Somewhere where I seemed to matter in the larger scheme of things and even let someone in
I chuckled as I sat there and thought about the first person I actually seemed to let by pass my rule of one night stands and meaningless flings. He was a vampire, which I never saw myself as the one who boinked the undead, that was B’s thing. But needless to say Spike and I happened, whether I am particularly proud of that fact or not, it happened. And I suspect it did because he understood that blackened part of my soul more than most people and didn’t judge me for it. But that didn’t stop us from being as good for one another as oil and water. We didn’t mesh well and it showed in the amount of time we spent with one another or lack thereof. Then there was Malachi, The boy was some sort of a hunter, who got his rocks off being with a chick who knew the business and he somehow restored my feeling of my humanity again. He made me remember I was good at what I did, even if I wasn’t the first or the oldest. I could still hold my own. But that only lasted about what a week or two before it too began to crumble like rubble beneath my boots.
I sat on the window ledge of my apartment with a beer held to my lips taking long sluggish sips from it in between puffs of my Lucky’s. Maybe those relationships were not meant to last. I shrugged as I thought through it in my head. But the fact still remained as screwed up as it was, I cared about them more than I had let myself really care about anyone before. When it fell through, although it’s a blow to my ego to admit it, they took apart of me with them. As I sat there, I began to wonder if all my relationships were doomed like these to be buried in graves dug by my past before they even really had a chance. If that were the case, what did my future really hold? Could I continue to let people in when the scars of the past never really had healed in the first place and the new ones just opened old wounds.
As I guzzled the last of my beer and stubbed out the end of my smoke as I came to a decision. If I planned on sticking to my road toward redemption and not fall back into the old habits that were far too easy to get immersed in, I would need a break of sorts and a change of scenery at least temporarily. For no other reason if to get away from the constant asking of whether I am okay, and the fear that is present because some of the light has gone out of my eyes. Okay, so maybe I am not the poster child for keeping my cool and not going off the rails but that doesn’t mean I haven’t reined in the darkness; for now at least.
I sighed as I got up and headed to find my cell phone which I believed I last left on the end table by my bed charging. I picked it up and pressed the number of the last person I had called as the phone lit up and pressed send. As I heard it ring the customary three rings, before on the fourth it rolled over to voicemail and I sighed inwardly. I hated how my voice sounded on the machine. It always sounded like I was some type of country bumpkin with my Bostonian accent. As the machine beeped this was the message I left.
“Hey A, It’s me. I don’t know if this is the right time or not but considering recent events I am going to head outta town for a few days maybe a week to clear my head a bit and get back on track ya know? I thought I may visit my bro Jazz for a bit down in DC seeing as from what I understand there is a lot of vamps there as well and I shouldn’t be bored. But seeing as he just had a baby and I believe may have went on a trip with the wife for a bit I think I will head toward NYC for a bit and visit Yago. Besides DC has some weird fascination with sparkly ass vamps and just the concept gives me a migraine. She chuckles audibly, damn dude I think I just rivaled B in my babbling. Anyway, call me if ya need me. Be back by probably Monday.”
As I hung up the phone I shook my head. Damn the blonde had rubbed off on me over the years and I noticed it in times like that when I just talked too damn much. As I took the charger out the wall and put it in my duffel bag, which I filled with a few things that would be needed in the next few days, I quickly located the next flight to NYC on my laptop through Travelocity, and in a matter of minutes I had it booked. Grabbing my leather jacket off the back of the chair and the keys by the door I took a look around to make sure I did not forget anything and a sigh escaped my lips. Part of me felt like I was running again and then an equally loud voice in my head reminded me that I was merely taking a moment to take a breather and that I would be back unlike so many times before when I left and never returned. This time I had something worth coming back to.
As the plane touched down a few hours later I was jolted awake by the captain’s voice over the intercom saying something cheesy about the city that never sleeps and have a nice trip. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the one bag I had brought with me which I have stored in the overhead compartment. Having always traveled light and this was no different I wondered briefly if I should have warned my brother of my arrival. Shrugging off the thought I decided there was nothing I could do about it now.
I took a Cab from the airport to the apartment and as I paid the driver I looked up into the sky as twilight begun to descend and felt the chill in the air before I entered the building. I walked the flights of stairs till I reached his floor and took a deep breath before knocking. When he opened the door the look on his face was priceless, which I briefly got a glimpse of before he pulled me into a hug. Not much for hugs, he was one of the few people I had made an exception for over the years, besides I haven’t seen him in so long. He pulled back and looked into my eyes, his own reflecting worry. He knew I just didn’t pop up unannounced for no reason. “What’s wrong” was the first words that managed to leave his mouth before a single tear slid down my cheek. He was the only one over the years I had let see me let down my guard, after all he was family and upon seeing that look in my eyes he pulled me into the apartment
Questions: { The answers to these questions are found in our rules }
:: QUESTIONS HIDDEN BY ANGELINA ::
Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: WaywardSoul
Verse: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Character Name:
Faith Lehane
Face-Claim:
Eliza Dushku
RP Sample: { This should be at least 250 words for OC's, and at least 400 words for cannons }
In my line of work I have come up against some of the worst creatures to walk the face of this earth, whether they are animals hidden behind the facade of a human face like that of a vampire or staring at a creature so hideous it was like I was staring into the mouth of hell itself threatening to consume me whole. Hell is not some nasty fictitious destination born out of the ramblings of the most recent religious sects. It is a real as you or I, and it will exist far after our mortal shell decays. But what if that hell that so many fear has managed to weave itself like a disease within your very own bloodstream? And you’re the one trapped like a caged beast within your own inner prison. Every time you glance in the mirror there is the ghost of the monster hidden beneath. I have tasted the darkness and been lured by the siren of sin to the point of no return.
Most credit that downward spiral to one of two things, my work with the mayor who also happened to be one evil son of a bitch, or the night I killed a man in cold blood on patrol in a back alley. If I am honest with myself however, I would put my decent into the abyss far before either of these events occurred, but it instead was the mere catalyst for what was soon to come to pass. There were many four letter words spoken in my home growing up in the south side of Boston but I cannot honestly say that love was ever really one of them. I grew up with a mom who was absent due to her love of drugs and her latest fling and a father who was incarcerated for most of my existence. I was the child always on the outskirts of normalcy, who craved the one thing that would be denied to me time and again.
You begin to learn really young that dependency on anyone but yourself is not an option for people like you. So what did I do to combat the frigid souls that seemed to surround me at every turn? I built a shell around myself, one so thick, an atomic bomb couldn’t penetrate. People have mistaken my aloofness for being a cocky bitch with a heart of stone when in reality I just wanted to keep the pain from destroying me completely. There were times when I tried to let that guard slip or allow a chink in the armor around my heart, like when I first came across the Scoobies in Sunny Dale, but I never felt like I measured up so after a while I stopped trying.
The funny thing about my dance with the devil, it’s almost laughable if you really think about it. My saving grace came from a man who was the least likely of suspects. One of the very creatures I was meant to destroy and who I once nearly gutted for , ironically, he was the one who pulled me from the brink. He was the only one who actually saw the person beneath the masking layers. He took the time to give something more than hate toward a girl that had lost all hope, not only in the people around her but also in herself. If it were not for Angel I would have been dead before my body had hit the pavement that night I came to him in LA and asked him to end my life. I thought I was truly doing the world a favor in being rid of another worthless soul.
Shortly thereafter I would start my journey toward what would be my hardest battle yet; redemption. A road that as I continued down became like a bicycle with the air slowly leaking out its tires. I soon would come to realize that I had a lot of work still to be done and the battle would never truly be over and yet it would be worth the sacrifice just the same. I began once again to have found a purpose in my life that I had thought slaying had given me. Somewhere where I seemed to matter in the larger scheme of things and even let someone in
I chuckled as I sat there and thought about the first person I actually seemed to let by pass my rule of one night stands and meaningless flings. He was a vampire, which I never saw myself as the one who boinked the undead, that was B’s thing. But needless to say Spike and I happened, whether I am particularly proud of that fact or not, it happened. And I suspect it did because he understood that blackened part of my soul more than most people and didn’t judge me for it. But that didn’t stop us from being as good for one another as oil and water. We didn’t mesh well and it showed in the amount of time we spent with one another or lack thereof. Then there was Malachi, The boy was some sort of a hunter, who got his rocks off being with a chick who knew the business and he somehow restored my feeling of my humanity again. He made me remember I was good at what I did, even if I wasn’t the first or the oldest. I could still hold my own. But that only lasted about what a week or two before it too began to crumble like rubble beneath my boots.
I sat on the window ledge of my apartment with a beer held to my lips taking long sluggish sips from it in between puffs of my Lucky’s. Maybe those relationships were not meant to last. I shrugged as I thought through it in my head. But the fact still remained as screwed up as it was, I cared about them more than I had let myself really care about anyone before. When it fell through, although it’s a blow to my ego to admit it, they took apart of me with them. As I sat there, I began to wonder if all my relationships were doomed like these to be buried in graves dug by my past before they even really had a chance. If that were the case, what did my future really hold? Could I continue to let people in when the scars of the past never really had healed in the first place and the new ones just opened old wounds.
As I guzzled the last of my beer and stubbed out the end of my smoke as I came to a decision. If I planned on sticking to my road toward redemption and not fall back into the old habits that were far too easy to get immersed in, I would need a break of sorts and a change of scenery at least temporarily. For no other reason if to get away from the constant asking of whether I am okay, and the fear that is present because some of the light has gone out of my eyes. Okay, so maybe I am not the poster child for keeping my cool and not going off the rails but that doesn’t mean I haven’t reined in the darkness; for now at least.
I sighed as I got up and headed to find my cell phone which I believed I last left on the end table by my bed charging. I picked it up and pressed the number of the last person I had called as the phone lit up and pressed send. As I heard it ring the customary three rings, before on the fourth it rolled over to voicemail and I sighed inwardly. I hated how my voice sounded on the machine. It always sounded like I was some type of country bumpkin with my Bostonian accent. As the machine beeped this was the message I left.
“Hey A, It’s me. I don’t know if this is the right time or not but considering recent events I am going to head outta town for a few days maybe a week to clear my head a bit and get back on track ya know? I thought I may visit my bro Jazz for a bit down in DC seeing as from what I understand there is a lot of vamps there as well and I shouldn’t be bored. But seeing as he just had a baby and I believe may have went on a trip with the wife for a bit I think I will head toward NYC for a bit and visit Yago. Besides DC has some weird fascination with sparkly ass vamps and just the concept gives me a migraine. She chuckles audibly, damn dude I think I just rivaled B in my babbling. Anyway, call me if ya need me. Be back by probably Monday.”
As I hung up the phone I shook my head. Damn the blonde had rubbed off on me over the years and I noticed it in times like that when I just talked too damn much. As I took the charger out the wall and put it in my duffel bag, which I filled with a few things that would be needed in the next few days, I quickly located the next flight to NYC on my laptop through Travelocity, and in a matter of minutes I had it booked. Grabbing my leather jacket off the back of the chair and the keys by the door I took a look around to make sure I did not forget anything and a sigh escaped my lips. Part of me felt like I was running again and then an equally loud voice in my head reminded me that I was merely taking a moment to take a breather and that I would be back unlike so many times before when I left and never returned. This time I had something worth coming back to.
As the plane touched down a few hours later I was jolted awake by the captain’s voice over the intercom saying something cheesy about the city that never sleeps and have a nice trip. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the one bag I had brought with me which I have stored in the overhead compartment. Having always traveled light and this was no different I wondered briefly if I should have warned my brother of my arrival. Shrugging off the thought I decided there was nothing I could do about it now.
I took a Cab from the airport to the apartment and as I paid the driver I looked up into the sky as twilight begun to descend and felt the chill in the air before I entered the building. I walked the flights of stairs till I reached his floor and took a deep breath before knocking. When he opened the door the look on his face was priceless, which I briefly got a glimpse of before he pulled me into a hug. Not much for hugs, he was one of the few people I had made an exception for over the years, besides I haven’t seen him in so long. He pulled back and looked into my eyes, his own reflecting worry. He knew I just didn’t pop up unannounced for no reason. “What’s wrong” was the first words that managed to leave his mouth before a single tear slid down my cheek. He was the only one over the years I had let see me let down my guard, after all he was family and upon seeing that look in my eyes he pulled me into the apartment
Questions: { The answers to these questions are found in our rules }
:: QUESTIONS HIDDEN BY ANGELINA ::
Preferred OOC Name/Nickname: WaywardSoul