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Jul. 29th, 2014 11:41 amCɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴ Rᴇɢɪsᴛʀʏ
name: Lana Rivera
age: 24
appearance: Tall, dark, and intimidating. Lana has short violet-black hair she wears in a bob, red eyes, and pretty features that combine with her height to make her appear somewhat haughty. Her clothes are usually sharp and clean, except where needed for her jobs.
occupation: mercenary for hire specialising in sex offenders/unsavoury types
residence: Link
fix: Literal trials by fire. It started as a bizarre take on the Corinthians 3:15 passage “If anyone's work is burned up, he will suffer loss, though he himself will be saved, but only as through fire” and became, especially as her belief dwindled, a way to repeatedly and obsessively prove her ability to withstand some physical iteration of that proverbial fire. Of course, repeatedly walking on hot coals or sticking one's hand in a flame has a profound physical effect on a person, so Lana eventually had to turn to something a little less self-endangering. What she found, in the end, was spicy food. Mildly spicy does nothing for her, if it wouldn't make the average person flinch, she doesn't care about it.
permissions: Here!
record: Lana was raised in a church-run orphanage. There, she was taught virtues and hard work, and that those who believe will find salvation, no matter their trouble – even someone of mixed sex, like herself, deserved the rewards of belief. For a time, she believed with all her heart that was true. The one woman who spoke frequently with her continued to preach these things, showing her kindness and love and tolerance.
Of course, all things come to an end. A child has the capability of bouncing back from ridicule and poor treatment, but only for so long. By the time she was ten, the violence, lies and name-calling were too much to continue to endure. Patience was a virtue – but it was one she no longer possessed. What she did possess was strength, and in a fit of anger, she beat down every last one of them.
When the church asked why she had done such a thing, she replied simply “lying is a sin, and I was tired of theirs.” The Sisters worried that her lack of remorse was the beginning of something more dangerous, and upon consulting their group, decided Lana should be moved to a more suitable orphanage. One designed for more dangerous individuals.
It was a mistake, of course. Placed in a home where the only nice treatment you got was in the sermons you listened to, Lana’s hatred began to grow. For herself, for the boys and girls she was around. For the Sisters, for her only friend – who hadn’t stood up for her when she was made to leave. Even at this new orphanage, only one person stood up to help her. Others cited a multitude of reasons – as she progressed into her teenage years, Lana became more aloof and cold, isolating most of her potential friends before they’d even spoken more than once.
In helping a “cold demon” like Lana, that person took as much abuse as she herself did. More, even, and in the end, they ended up hospitalised. She visited the hospital frequently at first, and even then was told about the power of belief and salvation. Her faith was fractured, though, and eventually she stopped coming because she couldn’t stand to see her only friend there, clinging to belief as a reason to continue on. That, and her perception was too keen, her words too frank. She saw how much her friend was hurting because of her, and wanted it to stop. So she withdrew.
Their relationship never quite recovered. Once the hospital stay had ended, Lana quietly avoided any contact with that person, and watched from the distance when their life finally started to improve. So, she was the problem. She alone caused harm for others, physically or otherwise. If that was the case… if that never changed, then how did she deserve salvation?
Over the remaining time in the orphanage, she grew to hate herself and her frank nature. There was no making friends, no real smiles. When she saw through others’ lies, she said so – loudly. Or, on some occasions, she tried to go back to her teachings of patience and acceptance, tried to allow them a chance to redeem themselves, or perhaps to redeem her. Each time it didn’t happen, she sank deeper into the idea that she couldn’t be saved.
At eighteen, she finally left the orphanage and started out on her own. Finding a job wasn’t difficult – in a world like theirs, the violent and cruel were a hot commodity and she could offer both without a second thought. Her only kindness was spent on animals, creatures she felt deserved it far more than the humans that tossed her aside like a broken doll.
The reputation came soon thereafter. “Dark devil Lana.” That was who she became. “Dark devil Lana,” a woman who used her unique body as a weapon to seduce as well as to ‘excuse’ her brutality. It was all fine, of course. Being like that made people hesitant to get anywhere near her, and when they did, her frank commentary on their actual intentions usually sent them running. It was all well and good – however hard she clung to the belief that she could one day be saved by faith, could one day come to say she loved herself and someone around her, she wasn’t banking on it anymore.
Certainly, she had a handful of acquaintances. In her line of work, it was a necessity – information gathering wasn’t her forte thanks to her unapproachable nature, for example. Not one of those she’d consider a friend, though, and there was - is - no doubt in her mind that they would stab her in the back if they had a reason or chance.
(Full app can be found here. Be aware - it's a doozy.)
name: Lana Rivera
age: 24
appearance: Tall, dark, and intimidating. Lana has short violet-black hair she wears in a bob, red eyes, and pretty features that combine with her height to make her appear somewhat haughty. Her clothes are usually sharp and clean, except where needed for her jobs.
occupation: mercenary for hire specialising in sex offenders/unsavoury types
residence: Link
fix: Literal trials by fire. It started as a bizarre take on the Corinthians 3:15 passage “If anyone's work is burned up, he will suffer loss, though he himself will be saved, but only as through fire” and became, especially as her belief dwindled, a way to repeatedly and obsessively prove her ability to withstand some physical iteration of that proverbial fire. Of course, repeatedly walking on hot coals or sticking one's hand in a flame has a profound physical effect on a person, so Lana eventually had to turn to something a little less self-endangering. What she found, in the end, was spicy food. Mildly spicy does nothing for her, if it wouldn't make the average person flinch, she doesn't care about it.
permissions: Here!
record: Lana was raised in a church-run orphanage. There, she was taught virtues and hard work, and that those who believe will find salvation, no matter their trouble – even someone of mixed sex, like herself, deserved the rewards of belief. For a time, she believed with all her heart that was true. The one woman who spoke frequently with her continued to preach these things, showing her kindness and love and tolerance.
Of course, all things come to an end. A child has the capability of bouncing back from ridicule and poor treatment, but only for so long. By the time she was ten, the violence, lies and name-calling were too much to continue to endure. Patience was a virtue – but it was one she no longer possessed. What she did possess was strength, and in a fit of anger, she beat down every last one of them.
When the church asked why she had done such a thing, she replied simply “lying is a sin, and I was tired of theirs.” The Sisters worried that her lack of remorse was the beginning of something more dangerous, and upon consulting their group, decided Lana should be moved to a more suitable orphanage. One designed for more dangerous individuals.
It was a mistake, of course. Placed in a home where the only nice treatment you got was in the sermons you listened to, Lana’s hatred began to grow. For herself, for the boys and girls she was around. For the Sisters, for her only friend – who hadn’t stood up for her when she was made to leave. Even at this new orphanage, only one person stood up to help her. Others cited a multitude of reasons – as she progressed into her teenage years, Lana became more aloof and cold, isolating most of her potential friends before they’d even spoken more than once.
In helping a “cold demon” like Lana, that person took as much abuse as she herself did. More, even, and in the end, they ended up hospitalised. She visited the hospital frequently at first, and even then was told about the power of belief and salvation. Her faith was fractured, though, and eventually she stopped coming because she couldn’t stand to see her only friend there, clinging to belief as a reason to continue on. That, and her perception was too keen, her words too frank. She saw how much her friend was hurting because of her, and wanted it to stop. So she withdrew.
Their relationship never quite recovered. Once the hospital stay had ended, Lana quietly avoided any contact with that person, and watched from the distance when their life finally started to improve. So, she was the problem. She alone caused harm for others, physically or otherwise. If that was the case… if that never changed, then how did she deserve salvation?
Over the remaining time in the orphanage, she grew to hate herself and her frank nature. There was no making friends, no real smiles. When she saw through others’ lies, she said so – loudly. Or, on some occasions, she tried to go back to her teachings of patience and acceptance, tried to allow them a chance to redeem themselves, or perhaps to redeem her. Each time it didn’t happen, she sank deeper into the idea that she couldn’t be saved.
At eighteen, she finally left the orphanage and started out on her own. Finding a job wasn’t difficult – in a world like theirs, the violent and cruel were a hot commodity and she could offer both without a second thought. Her only kindness was spent on animals, creatures she felt deserved it far more than the humans that tossed her aside like a broken doll.
The reputation came soon thereafter. “Dark devil Lana.” That was who she became. “Dark devil Lana,” a woman who used her unique body as a weapon to seduce as well as to ‘excuse’ her brutality. It was all fine, of course. Being like that made people hesitant to get anywhere near her, and when they did, her frank commentary on their actual intentions usually sent them running. It was all well and good – however hard she clung to the belief that she could one day be saved by faith, could one day come to say she loved herself and someone around her, she wasn’t banking on it anymore.
Certainly, she had a handful of acquaintances. In her line of work, it was a necessity – information gathering wasn’t her forte thanks to her unapproachable nature, for example. Not one of those she’d consider a friend, though, and there was - is - no doubt in her mind that they would stab her in the back if they had a reason or chance.
(Full app can be found here. Be aware - it's a doozy.)
