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Post by KITTYWHISKERS on Jul 21, 2011 17:30:07 GMT
--  CANCER fucking EDWARDS--
NAME
Chrysanthea Cancer Annebel Edwards
NICKNAMES
Cancer. Cancer cancer cancer!
She'll also respond to "slut", "sket", "whore" or "bitch".
AGE
Nineteen years. June the Seveneeth.
GENDER
Fuck yeah female.
HOMETOWN
Goldenrod City, Johto.
APPEARANCE
Cancer is by all accounts a beautiful girl. And not just pretty, but extraordinarily, mind-blowingly sexually attractive. (At least, she thinks so.) She's catwalk model tall, not in the least hindered by the fact she insists on wearing at least five inch heels at all times. This means she towers over most males at about six foot three. She is slim, although not skinny, she's extremely curvy with measurements that would make Bettie Page jealous. She's an hourglass, perhaps a little bottom heavy if anything, but she's attractive and she knows it.
Her face is long and elegant. Her lips are well shaped, nearly always painted a vivid rouge, and underneath gleam straight white teeth. (She'll say she was born with them, but she really underwent a year of painful, woefully unattractive metal braces and gets them cleaned professionally every few months.) Her skin is pale without being unhealthy, ("none of the big name model will use a sun bed, it's sooo bad for the skin.") and any blemishes or spots are hidden under carefully applied, flawless make up. She taught herself to apply make up to a professional standard and carries a large make up bag everywhere she goes. She refuses to be seen without make up, wanting to look her best at all times. She'll normally just wear foundation, concealer, mascara, liquid eyeliner, pencil eyeliner, lip liner, lipstick, lip gloss and perhaps fake eyelashes, if it's a special occasion like a saturday.
Her hair is waist-length and her proudest feature. It is a beautiful golden colour. (All natural, she'll claim.) She spends hours every day on her hair, curling it with her expensive devices until they are just right. She's often considered annoying because she just spends so long on her appearance. In all reality, if she wasn't from a well-off family she probably wouldn't be quite so pretty.
Her eyes are rather eye-catching, (ohohoho) although not necessarily for good reason. Her left is a pretty turquoise colour, always carefully presented with her make up. She's missing her right eye as a result of an accident she refuses to discuss, preferring to keep it as a mystery, or tells people, "don't run with scissors." Underneath the variety of eyepatches she ALWAYS wears, there are a series of ugly scars and a creamy-white, blind eye but she'll never allow people to see her without one. Ever. She's also never seen without a cigarette.
She considers herself very stylish and has a keen interest in fashion. She'll wear many designer labels and has a major thing for shoes. She does have a secret love of the more alternative fashion, and given a choice would probably wear latex more often than she should. She never covers her long legs with anything more than tights or stockings, insistent on skirts, shorts or dresses. She loves the classic pin up look, and ofter goes for a 'nautical' theme with her outfits.
PERSONALITY
With Cancer's blessed lifestyle and her fabulous good looks, it wouldn't be surprising if she was one of those perfect, mary-sue personalities too. Well, luckily for you, she's an absolute bitch. If there's something she wants, she will get it even if it means manipulating someone or even just bullying them. She's got a vicious tongue, powerful parents and sharp fingernails if all else fails. She's been spoilt all her life and she's not used to people standing up to her. She doesn't take kindly to it. She wouldn't call herself a control-freak, but she definitely likes to be in charge. In all situations. Perhaps because of this, she has a definite rebellious streak and she dislikes authority. She'll break rules for the sake of breaking.
Although you might not want her to be your friend due to her selfishness, a night out with Cancer will be one of the best nights of your life. She loves clubbing and going out and meeting people and getting massively drunk at every opportunity. She can handle her drink better than most grown men and loves drinking games. She's also got a talent for finding the guy with the drugs in next to no time.
Cancer is extremely vain and concerned with her appearance. She'd rather have an attractive boyfriend than a nice one. She's a promiscuous girl with little preference over gender. As long as she gets what she wants, when she wants. She loves flirting and will do it with anyone she likes, and even likes to tease those who wouldn't have a chance with her.
Cancer isn't very academic, she rarely turned up in school in recent years, but she's smart enough to figure people out easily. She often uses this to her advantage. She's very street-smart even if she knows very little about pokemon and training. She's quite ambitious and would like to be an internationally renowned fetish model. She's a big fan of Lexi Suicide.
She has several pleasures including: drinking, smoking (oh god she smokes like a chimney), certain ahem activities, poison types, bug types, power, fashion, guys with long hair, girls with short hair, expensive cigarettes and liqueur chocolates. She fears getting old or ugly and hates being told what to do.
HISTORY
"The story of my life?
Well, it all started when I was born... Surprisingly.
I was born to a young woman from a highly religious family. She'd gotten pregnant and deemed herself too young to look after little old me. She gave me up for adoption, after giving me the worst name in the history of the world. I think she must have been a drunk or something. And don't bother asking if I ever wanted to find out who she was. I couldn't give a shit.
Well, next thing I know, I've been adopted by a rich couple; Thomas and Martha Edwards. My lovely parents. My mother was an artist. A rather rubbish one, really. She painted these shitty 'modern art' things. I never liked them. My father was a business man. I never really knew what he did, but he ran a huge company in Goldenrod City. That was where I grew up.
Ahh, Goldenrod. What a wonderful place. Seriously, I don't think a child could have grown up in a better place! My younger years were spent playing in the National Park, where I watched the bug-catching contest on many different occasions. I think that helped to develop my love for poison type pokemon. They're just so cool, don't you think? Proper bad ass. When I got older, I could go clubbing or play in the Casino. Great fun.
Of course, as my parents were unable to have a child of their own, I was spoilt rotten. And I loved it. I could literally get anything I wanted and I'd learnt how to manipulate them by the time I was.. What, probably about five? Yeah, so I could always buy whatever I wanted. Clothes became a favourite from about 11. I really think that fashion was my calling. I did my first model shoot at about 15 and loved it. But, I'd really love to design clothes...
I'd never really been that interested in pokemon. I mean, yeah. They were all pretty cool, but most of the ones in Goldenrod were boring as fuck. I mean, the gym there was normal type. Urgh. Well, actually the Gym Leader there was one of my friends – Whitney. She was okay, I guess, but she was a bit of a cry baby. When I was about 14, I met up with a bunch of seriously cool people. So much more interesting than my school friends.
There was one girl called Aeryn. She had pink hair and a shaved patch. She was pretty nice and we got on like a house on fire. There were plenty of others.. I loved Emilie to bits – she had dead straight black hair, the most astonishing blue eyes and 17 piercings. Well, I fell in with that crowd pretty much straight away. There was this one guy, too. He was a couple of years my senior, but goddamnit I was head over heels for him. When he asked me out, I was delighted. I'm almost ashamed of it now. I lost my virginity to him at a drunken party and he cheated on me a week later. Whatever, his loss.
But, my new friends taught me a valuable lesson. Parties were fucking great. I spent the next year or two doing whatever I wanted. Clubbing was a lot of fun and luckily for me, I look older than I am so I had no trouble getting in. Most of the time, we just got drunk, but there were times in which we did drugs. It was normally just weed, but I'm not ashamed to say that I've done plenty of others too. It wasn't until my stupid mother found an eight-bag that they realised. Needless to say, they went batshit insane.
I was probably lucky that they didn't call the police. My mother obviously wanted to. I swear she hated me. Well, whatever. They decided that I should become a pokemon trainer to distract me from drinking and stuff.
I'd never really been interested in training pokemon, but who am I to refuse the chance to escape my stupid mother? Of course, allowing out into the big wide world probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. They wouldn't be able to keep an eye on me while I was journeying. They'd wanted me to travel through Johto, but I snuck off to a different region entirely. This way they wouldn't be able to come and get me.
Haha. So, I took a shitload of money from my savings and went to a new world. Nexivus, I believe it's called. It should be fun at least."
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OUT OF CHARACTER
(You do not have to do this section if you have already had a character accepted.)
NAME
Kit. :3
HOW DID YOU FIND US?
I CREATED YOU!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
..Do I need to do this?
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