(Light. She's practically hollow asides her bones and muscles. Her dead/deep-sleep weight is 45kg. (so she's practically 15kg, but since she's already dead and her body is weighted forever, she's 45kg.)
Sexuality: "Who the hell cares, not me." - aka she doesn't really know.
Relationship status: Single
Species: Mummy - "And a freaking good one at that."
One quote that would decribe her: "Would you like me to blind those pretty little eyes of yours?"
Current Rank: Fresh Meat
Sharp-tongued, 'don't care' attitude and almost purely stubborn, Xara wouldn't be noticed as being someone like this due to her nature of brooding in the background, watching people and staying quiet. Mostly for the fact that she wears a gasmask practically all day long. Unless she's out for a meal, in which care she'll happily slip it down and begin going on a rather extensive ranpage, a smirk on her lips. It's hard for this girl to really learn to respect others, so this itself will be a challenge. Also, since she can't talk with that gas mask on anyway, she tends to not start conversations, and not really respond to you unless she really interests you. Approach her with caution: This girl's unpredictable.
wolves - Has an obsession with them, she thinks they're beautiful and wonderful creatures.
Chemistry and chemicals - How she exactly began to like this despite her background is strange. She remembers many elements of the periodic table, but tends to only pay attention to a few of them. She likes chemical equations and when finding a chemical tends to use it to experiment with various things.
People that speak their mind and choose to do whatever they want- She admires people that can do this, as she wasn't fully able to until the end of her days.
Interesting things/people - self-explanatory
Freedom - Self-explanatory
People without backbones - "Just. No. How weak and spineless can you be? Get out of my face. Nope. You know what. I will get out of yours." //walks away//
People that demand respect and act all high and mighty - "You think I want to f*cking listen to you and your stupid rants?"
Going along with the crowd - "....Are you serious. No."
People who are insane - "......I think I've had enough of these kind of people...They creep the hell out of me."
Shirts and bras- "Just...ick. They're really tight..."
Petrifying acid: Due to the fact she died breathing in a mass tone of hydrochloric acid (along with some other chemicals), she is somehow filled with it. Able to breathe out the acid via a faint cloud, paralysing, petrifying and killing practically anything in close contact with it instantly due to her body making it more toxic. Though this works only in close proximity of her target. And when she chooses to slip her gas mask down. //She 'breathes' (not really, she can't breathe) through her nose due to her nasal canals being practically devoid of being able to smell. If she were to breathe out her mouth in her gas mask, it would be reeking with it.// To completely paralyse and kill a giant mass of people, she rips open her sewn up chest, showing the ownly things in there: Ribs and rotting skin. Plus it also reveals her giant storage of hydrochloric acid that can fill a space in minutes. She does not do this often, as it takes a long time (days or weeks) to re-fill/regenerate the cloud, depending on how long she leaves her chest open for. (She has to sew her chest back up again).
Stamina: This girl loves to run and chase. Almost like a lioness, she loves hunting down meals, and doesn't like to choose /too/ easy prey. Due to her rather light body, she's swift with her feet and has a rather long stamina, running for a mile-stretch. Though this comes at a price, as the more stamina she drains, the more food she has to hunt, which then turns to her feeling drained and tired of energy, leaving her with an irritable mood. And Xara with a irritable mood is something nobody wants to see.
Xara always thought to herself, My parents are f*cking weird... Her mother was a ever-so-slightly insane taxidermist. Living in a normal, quiet, slightly cold-climate neighbourhood, asides the alleyways where drunkards sat and played, average grades, random asses at school as friends, Xara didn't need to complain much about her life...Much. But back to her mother: no, she didn't mean insane as in "Go clean your room you lazy child!" kind of parent insane. No. Her mum was literally down-right crazy, speaking to herself, to her dead animals she sewed into and cleaned, having bouts of pure blankness. Heck, her daughter always wondered whether she needed to be in a mental hospital. Something was wrong with her brain. Not like her father was any different. He was a cleaner. Pretty boring? No. Her father was one of those cleaners. As in, he worked for the mafia: disposing and removing any and all evidence of their little...chats. Xara never really bothered about such thing, but she did always wonder how exactly she was born. Neither of her parents cared about her in the slightest, well. Maybe a bit, but that really never mattered anyway. They never really bothered. Xara hated that. Yet, she never really said anything. Just... did whatever she wanted. Or tried to anyway.
This girl's father owned a stash of various chemicals in their garage, and stupid as it sounded, she was never allowed to enter it. Her father had called it dangerous, that she'd die without the proper protection, that she was his precious, little girl. Well, he always did seem to have a gasmask and gloves on. Always... Along with the guns shelved on the wall in their living room. His father loved guns. Made sense: he was in the freaking mafia. Her father always directed his daughter to her mother; practically always in a sterile, hospital-like, creepily white room emptying, cleaning, washing, petting, stitching and re-touching her works. Whispered and lipped, Xara always heard her mother calling them precious, beautiful things. She'd never called her own daughter that, but Xara had given up hearing those words from her mother long ago. Staring at her mother's hands stroking the animals, she remembers where they came from. Her father's hunts.
Father, to feed her mother's addiction, had learnt to hunt for her, and taught her daughter shooting skills soon enough. Xara never said anything on how good of a marksman he was, why would she need to? He never mentioned anything about his work, she'd just... found out. She wasn't eavesdropping on his conversations, just... listening very well... And secretly, the girl hated him. More than she was scared and creeped out of her mother. That day. Back when she was 17
He'd brought home a grey wolf pup around the girl's 15th birthday. His clothes scattered with specks of red and claw tears, Xara didn't comment, didn't want to. Telling her to look after it, as a present. The girl blinked at the word. She'd hardly ever gotten a present from her parents, and she knew she wasn't supposed to care much about it, but something in what she thought was her heart made her feel the slightest bit of happiness. And so she named the wolf Fen, after the Norse wolf Fenrir. She thought it matched the pup, as he seemed to like biting and wrecking anything and everything he caught sight of. Especially Xara's mother's animals. Her mother grew a mutual hate to the wolf, screaming at it whenever it was seen in her work room. Xara fell in love with her Fen, for the pup did and somehow said everything she wanted to do and say to her parents. Make them notice her. Make them see what they were doing to her. She felt a euphoric feeling to him, and the girl smiled so much with the pup. Then the lesson started.
Xara had looked after her wolf for a span of about 2 years, and Fen had taken a great liking to her, whereas her mother was beginning to hate him. The woman had somehow now gotten into embalming, and was doing it for funerals and such. It was creepy when she was making animals, and now humans? Xara was creeped out. Not like she wasn't already. Back to the story, her father had told her to come and follow her, with Fen. She nodded silently, the wolf following behind her, as they ventured to the forest quite a bit away from their house. it was snowing, it was cold. The girl stared out to the white and green abyss, then her father stopped the car, getting out with them. He let Fen run out to explore, then caught his daughter's arm as she wanted to follow him, "We are here to hunt." Xara gasped, then shook her head. Her father's grip tightened around her arm, and she gritted her teeth together to stop her from crying out. She wasn't. She.. wasn't. Her eyes widened as her father pulled out a gun at the wolf who was running back to the them. 2 shots: a squealing bark. Staining blood on a white canvas. Her father whispered in her ears, "The world and humanity is cruel. Don't love anything. Now pick him up and give him to your mother." She thrust away from his grip as she ran to the dying wolf, calming him down. She stroked him as his breath became ragged, whispering comforting words to him. Fen stared at her with warm eyes, then stopped struggling. She picked the wolf up, carrying him to the car. She stared down, not wanting to stare into her father's eyes. She wanted to shoot him herself. His gun was in front of her, she could've. But.. She didn't. Upon arriving home, she placed the wolf at her mother's table that day and the faintest smile appeared on her mother's face. A few days after, her collection grew. A wolf stared at Xara, and she petted him.
Xara never said anything as she was taught to hunt. She began to think of her parents as she shot the animals down. She didn't care anymore. Their blood, instead of an animal's. A happiness filled her whenever she taught about it. She wanted to do something that would make them angry. To rue her. 2 years had passed since Fen. 2. And to make them finally notice her was the last thing she was to ever do. She had heard about the deep trouble her father was in. Bribery with the other mafia had made him a target with his current one. He left that day for something, her mother also out and Xara did the forbidden thing she was told not to: Enter the garage and destroy. She snuck in, without any sort of body protection. A faint chemical smell hung in the air and she coughed. A loud clang was heard, along with swearing. She hid, and her eyes gazed on some mafia members who seemed to be doing something. Looking for evidence for her father probably. She blinked as an arm grabbed her hard, "Oh what do we have here? The traitor's daughter? You think she'll be good enough for boss' payment?" Two men with gasmasks and gloves. Just like her father. She stumbled back, grabbing a large conical flask of some liquid (concentrated hydrochloric acid) and chucking it at them, "YOU LITTLE SH*T--" A man smashed it away with his arm, the substance spilling on the floor and the room's air suddenly became thicker. The girl began coughing and choking, her body slowly beginning to go into shock. Falling down, her arms hitting tables of more flasks and beakers, they smashed around her. She tried to scream as acid seeped over her arms, her heart beginning to beat too hard for her. She shut her eyes. Her muscles contracted, her breathing shallow. Her nostrils tingling. Her ears picked up a door opening, shouts and gun shots. Opening an eye, she gasped as the vision fuzzed out. She tried to scream, tried to call out. But those chemicals filled her lungs and heart instead, before she gave in and her body slumped. Dead. Merely a couple minutes after her life ended, her father came in and lifted her out the garage, gritting his teeth as he so desperately tried to slip on a gasmask onto her, "I told you it was dangerous.... But I also told you life... was cruel...didn't I?" That day, a terrible man cried over his terrible daughter. Then proceeded to hand the dead girl to her slightly insane mother to embalm.
Xara's mother looked at the girl. A new customer? Her husband stared at her as she was having yet another one of her memory blanks. Xara's mother took the girl and laid her onto her work table. After stripping and washing the girl down, Xara's mother set to work. She tsked, these chemical burns really scarred this one's arms. She carefully began to make fake skin, sewing it on carefully to the damaged parts. After that, she checked other features. The girl's right eye seemed to be devoid of his sight, due to the weird hue on it. She nodded to herself, it was useless. She wasn't going to see anymore with it anyway. So she sewed up the girl's eyelid. Yes, she looked strange, but it would be covered later. Then the embalming process finally began. An injection with embalming fluids to remove all the girl's liquids eg. her blood, stomach acids and leftover water via her jugular vein. More embalming fluid injected, massaging the muscles for the body to look more realistic and softer like a living human's. An insision down her chest, removing these toxic damaged organs. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to fill this girl, it was impossible. She was going to be hollow. A bit like taxidermy. She sighed, injecting a hypodermic needle into the girl for her body to soften more. Finally, Xara's mother injected embalming fluids into the girl's skin, working with the skin until they felt fully supple. After a long time she lifted the girl to get washed once more. After drying, she left the girl to dry for a few hours. Staring at her, she then began to groom her. Rubbing a cream onto her skin, she felt the softness of it. She blinked for a moment, before continuing on. She was now done. Now for the grooming. Clothes were brought in by Xara's father, the last clothes she wore when she was alive and out with him: her hunting clothes. Just a hoody, her underwear and pants. He never understood why she disliked shirts and bras. He gave one more thing: a gasmask. Xara's mother took the clothing while her husband left the room, and began to dress the girl. Then she stared at her. Shaking her head, she wasn't satisfied. She got bandages and an eyepatch, covering the girl's arms, feet, neck and partly her face to help the eyepatch. She finally slipped the gasmask onto her. Nodding, she was done. Grooming next...But. She looked fine without it. She instead chose to comb the girl's hair, she looked... beautiful. A job well done. She gave a smile, whispering to the corpse, "Beautiful....precious....girl....my.....my..." Xara's mother realised who she had just finished, "My.....beautiful...precious...daughter...X-..Xara?" And then the girl got up. Staring at her mother, blinking. Screaming, her mother fell to the ground in faint.
Xara had the most beautiful of dreams. She didn't know how she could describe it. She felt re-born. She knew she had died. Heck, she wasn't even breathing now! But that didn't matter. She felt... elated. She cackled lightly at her mother trembling, pushing herself off the table and running out. Her father's heart stopped as he saw the girl run past him. She slipped the gas mask off her, sticking out her tongue out to him and the man smelt the horrid smell of that CH3O+H2 + Cl– (hydrogen chloride) and the man choked heavily. Xara giggled, running out. She felt... Free. She ran. Running and running to god knows where. It was colder. Colder. It felt good. So...Good. Stumbling, her eye caught sight of a small house. She felt... interested and slipped in. People were here. Yet, they.....They felt far more intriguing and she took her step forward, pullinging her gasmask off her mouth, ".....Hello? Who are you guys?" She stared at them. Waiting for their answer.
Relationships with other people:
This girl is hardly ever one to start a chat. Irritate her and she'll literally walk right out your conversation. This girl doesn't really care who she interacts with, as long they're making her feel at least some sort of interested. Even if you're in her bad book, try hard enough to make her interested and that will change. This girl is pretty hard to read - probably because she wears a gasmask a lot- but her slight body gestures will tell you how she's feeling. eg. slouching - pretty casual/normal, standing straight - alert/attentive, head shrunk slightly into neck and eyes staring/glaring at you - annoyed, aggressive.
RP with X by: comments and Notes - Para/novel and script
I also have skype, though it's better RP'ng with comments/notes due to timezones and such.
Love "..Don't leave me." //inserteyeslookingdown// Crush - "....am I staring? What. You don't realise I normally do?" //hidingitcough// Best friend - "Let's have some fun, I'm bored..." Friend - "Heh...." Acquaintances - "......" //staring// Good terms "....." Enemies/bad terms - //glaring//The Leaders
Hasn't really interacted with any.The Members
If she takes off her gas mask, a faint smell of Hydrochloric acid slips from her mouth. Since she's lost her sense of smell, she wouldn't know that any sort of smell is coming from her anyway. She bleached her hair that purple just to try and get any reaction from her parents. 'Tis to say it didn't work and the girl just decided to keep it that way. It was too much effort to even try and get it back to her normal colour which was a murky brown/black Due to her background, she is capable of both using a gun/weaponry along with sewing up things. You could almost represent her gasmask as her death mask, as she was given it after dying when she was being embalmed. When someone asks for her name, she mostly points to her eye patch, due to the fact it has a giant X on it and she prefers being called X. She tends to not listen to what people are saying eg. "Don't touch that!" //proceeds to punch it// unless she feels like she really shouldn't. She owns an iPod and headphones and spends time brooding with various types of music on when she's bored or has nothing to do. She is completely devoid of blood and any liquid in her body. The only thing in her is bone, muscle and Hydrochloric Acid. Everytime she kills, most of the time memories of her parents cross her mind. She hates them with an extensiveness. Yet she doesn't have the power to have killed them herself until the end, and even then, she spared them. She knows how to make drugs and such due to the fact she learnt it by using the chemicals and such on various things.