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Player Information
Name: Chris
Age: 23
AIM SN: KawaiiSpinel42
email: whatineverhad@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yep.
Currrently Played Characters: Gabriel, Misato, Washu, Meowth
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Character Information
General
Canon Source: Point Pleasant
Canon Format: Live Action TV Show
Character's Name: Christina Nickson
Character's Age: 17
Conditional: If your character is 13 years of age or under, please clarify how they will be played.
What form will your character's NV take? A normal cell phone with no real fancy bells or whistles aside from a video chat function.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: As the Antichrist, Christina can make almost anything happen. The following is a list of her abilities as they appear in canon, but they are likely not limited to just these, especially as she grows more powerful. However, they will be the only ones she'll use in-game:
-She has an “aura” to her that attracts people to her- not all people, but some, especially people who haven’t been given an excuse to dislike or distrust her. The same aura also seems to bring out latent desires/darker feelings in people, unconsciously- essentially, her mere presence causes people to act on their darkest desires to irrational degrees- this will obviously not affect everyone and there will be a permission post for it.
-She can manipulate her surroundings with just her mind- cause buildings to collapse, things to break, fires to start, etc. She can also cut and strangle people with her brain or throw them against walls. Most of this happens unconsciously, especially with bouts of strong emotion, but she can do it consciously too. When her power is particularly strong, her eyes glow white and the force she uses emanates with a silver-white pulse.
-Telekinesis. Extremely strong too. She can move anything she wants with just her brain.
-Get into people’s heads and make them think and do whatever she wants them to. This isn't something she does often, as manipulation isn't her thing. It's what people like Boyd do and she wants no part of that- besides, she knows that humans are bad. They don't need her help to do bad things.
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them? See "She is a godmod."
Weapons: None. She is the weapon.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Christina was born of a human woman and the devil, himself. Her mother was violated and impregnated and then kept under close surveillance until Christina was born, wherein she was put in the care of Kingston Nickson, a human servant of Lucifer. Kingston kept his distance from her, for the most part, as he was often away on business, but it's clear that he did love her and treat her with kindness for the seventeen years she lived with the knowledge that he was her father. For the most part, she was tended to by her father's butler, and attended private schools, never knowing that there was something odd about her.
Until she turned seventeen.
During a violent storm, Christina washes up on the shores of Point Pleasant, NJ with very little memory of how she got there besides some story of being on a school trip and falling overboard. The series never makes it clear whether Christina was intentionally lying out of fear because she didn't remember the truth or if the memories were fabricated before she was dropped into the ocean. Either way, the story she told was shown to be a lie and even when it comes out, Christina has no explanation for the why.
After being unable to contact her father in New York, Christina stays with the Kramer family where she is warmly accepted.
And that's where everything kinda gets weird.
A brief summary of the series can be found here.
Point in Canon: Just after 1X13. After realizing that everyone she’s ever loved has turned on her, Christina accepts that she’s truly the Daughter of Darkness and kills Jesse, the boy she loved who was destined to kill her, and destroys Point Pleasant, New Jersey, signaling the start of the End Times she’ll bring about.
Conditional: Brief summary of previous RP history: N/A
Character Personality: Oh, to describe the Antichrist, the child of the beast. In truth, Christina is very much Blatty’s demon and Duncan’s Lucifer, all rolled up into the package of petite eighteen-year-old girl. She’s sardonic, bitter, twisted- a cruel facsimile of an innocent lamb that could end your life with the flick of a finger. She’s demanding, petty, paranoid to the point of seeing almost anything as a threat to her, because when isn’t it? When does anyone show her anything but fear? She’s an animal, a monster, and she knows it- that’s what the world made her, so that’s what she is. And more, she sees the world as animals that need to be trained or put down- more the latter now. They’re such stupid creatures, humans. They never listen. They never obey.
They always lie.
The Father of Lies’s daughter is a child built on a foundation of them- everything she knows is a lie, everything people have felt for her has turned into one, the man she loved lied to her up until the moment he tried to kill her by whispering sweet nothings in her ear just in time to stab her. She sees lies in everything. You want to protect me? Why? So you can kill me yourself. No one has given her an excuse to trust them, so she trusts no one. She especially trusts no one to see her as anything but a monster.
But the monster hides a girl and the monster will swear up and down that the girl deserved to be buried, but she remains. She comes out when people swear they love her and then retreats in fear when that turns out to be another lie, but she’s still there, screaming for a sign that there’s hope for her, that not everything she’s wanted has led her to this. She was born to this, but couldn’t her choices be her own? Couldn’t she have come out of it.
No, says the monster, she couldn’t.
There’s a war inside her, greater than any jihad. She won’t trust you, will try to hurt you, but show her compassion with no strings, love with no ifs, ands, or buts, and she’ll waver. She craves acceptance like a drug. Give her that and treat her like a girl and a girl she shall be. Leave her, abandon her, or cast her out, and she’ll be the monster you created her to be. She is a product of the world’s cruelty- the living proof that no good comes of man’s inhumanity against man.
The naïve, trusting girl that came to Point Pleasant is a distant memory. There is no longer a scared child, fumbling at her powers like a teenager in the backseat of a car on prom night. No longer does she run for fear of rejection or fear of hurting people- if people love her and she loves them, then no one will be hurt. The girl you get in her place is a fierce, determined young woman, fiercely loyal and protective, but possessive as well. Her people are hers- she has a pack mentality. Threats to her pack are a sure way to earn her aggression. She has power and has learned how to use it- she will not back down, she will not give in, and should you incur her wrath, you will be shown no mercy. Beyond that, she’s sweet, caring, selfless, compassionate- a normal teenage girl with a big heart, but it will be a long time before she unfolds herself enough to be that girl again. Until then, you have a poorly sociable wild animal with a twisted bitter wit and an insatiable lust for violence- teaching lessons and doling out punishments.
She’s temperamental, prone to fits of anger more than anything, but she experiences true sadness and sorrow, can be wrought with despair, just as any girl her age could be. The difference is that her strong emotions are keyed into her powers and while she can control them better now, they still react to protect her and lash out at whatever hurt her. She can be demanding, controlling, but these emotions can be curbed, so long as you give her no reason to suspect that you’ll hurt or leave her. She’s been broken horrifically and to break her of these habits, you have to accept them. She’s a wounded dog, backed into a corner, snarling and biting, and she can smell your fear. Show her none and she’ll calm herself.
She is not manipulative. That’s a tactic for people like Boyd and it disgusts her. She can force people to leave her be, but she refuses, these days, to get into people’s heads any deeper. People have to learn on their own and if they don’t, well… Pity for them. Interference isn’t worth it. It’s the one thing she absolutely will not do. She no longer hides what she is, because what does it matter? She’s here to raise Hell and look good doing it, so everyone should know what they see is what they get. She doesn’t want to repeat her experiences in Point Pleasant, where people see an innocent girl and fall in love with her right until the moment they realize what she is. Another betrayal like that would destroy her, turn her so far to darkness that she never comes out again, and Christina Nickson will be no more.
And that will be the story of her.
The knowledge of what she is and what she will do and that she had no choice in the matter is her greatest fear. She was the product of a woman violated by dark forces, who despised her from the moment she was born and the Devil, himself, who saw the world as a failed experiment and wanted his darling child to bring it to its knees. Knowing that she could never have escaped this, that a chance for a normal life or a life as an emblem of hope was beyond her as an abomination would cause her to crack further, shattering her tower until there is no more girl- just an instrument and a tool of destruction. She may be at the point where it looks like there's no turning back, but this is still only the beginning for her. It all depends on who she finds first.
Conditional: Personality development in previous game: N/A
Character Plans: I wanted to play a serious villain in this setting and Christina's just the psycho for the job. However, she has such potential for redemption that she wouldn't become a one-note bringer of the apocalypse, so I hope to have her slowly come to terms with herself and become the girl she was, rather than the monster she is.
Appearance/PB: Link to her iconset. Her PB is Elisabeth Harnois.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample It’s me again. Would You listen to me now? Did You listen to me before? Those songs say You love all the little children, but I don’t remember the verse about the spawn of Satan, do You? Maybe they sung at all those other Sunday schools I never went to. Maybe Father Tomas could teach me- oops.
Is this Thy will, Lord? Imprisonment? I think I got a better deal than my Dad- he got fire and brimstone and I get Canada. Good thing I like pancakes- never was much for hockey though. [Laugh]
You’re not very talkative, are You? Is it just me? Or is everyone who swears You speak to them just full of crap? Hey, if Jesse’s up there? Will You kiss him for me? I have to hand it to him- as far as deaths go, that one was probably his best one yet. No wonder You gave him so many chances.
You won’t be able to keep me here. You can’t stop what’s coming- You would’ve already done it by now. Your warriors failed and I’m still standing. I won.
Do You hear that, God? I won. And if this is one more place I have to mow down to get to the endgame, then I hope it's ready for me.
Third Person Sample: Manhattan burned, but it didn’t carry the same weight as destroying Point Pleasant. Nothing thus far had felt as liberating as razing that sad little town to the ground. She only wished the death toll had been higher- she could recall walking past a row of TV’s broadcasting her work and frowning at the piddly number of lives. Doubtful the Kramer’s were among them- the insects. Maybe Paula and Amber. Or Terry. Or Jesse’s parents. The thought brought a smile to her lips.
She imagined Holly, trapped under some rubble, dying repeatedly. First from her wounds over and over again, then the agony as she relived her death at Boyd’s hands decades before, the red marks around her snow-white flesh standing out even in the darkness of her lonely catacombs. The bitch deserved it. She hoped it broke Boyd’s heart to leave her there- if he had a heart to break. Maybe he pawned that away with his soul.
Could she barter for souls? No, that was too much. She wouldn’t sully her pristine hands with Boyd’s work. She was a creature of destruction- he was a demon of manipulation. Tempter and tormentor. Had they been made to go together?
Perish the thought. It made bile rise in her throat to even imagine herself as Boyd’s partner in any respect, but the poor bastard kept trying, appearing at her heels like a puppy wherever she went. She turned him away, sometimes with little more than a quip and sometimes forcefully, but he was persistent. She still had training to do.
I’m doing fine on my own.
As if to prove it, she wiped a small town completely off the map. She thought she saw fear in Boyd’s eyes before it gave way to admiration. She’d closed his throat before he could utter those hateful words. That’s my girl.
Not his girl. Never his. Daddy’s little princess? No. Christina. Just Christina. Chris. No monikers. Their deaths would come at the hands of something as normal and mundane as they were. They cried for mercy and it was no Antichrist that denied it to them, it was Christina Nickson, a blue-eyed blonde who watched them writhe with a birthmark on her iris that glowed in the fire that licked their mangled bodies.
Her thoughts vanished when the warm air of New York summer mixed with the heat from a hundred burning buildings vanished, replaced with the cold nip of a different place. Huh. Teleportation- not an ability she believed she possessed. Also, not one she believed Boyd possessed either, but that didn't stop her from blaming him. Even as the cold licked at her bare shoulders, she avoided folding her arms for warmth. She just scowled and stepped out onto the deserted baseball diamond.
"Booooyd," she lilted, calling into the dark. There was an edge of something so familiar, yet so foreign, to everything out there with her, even if it smelled like rot and stale urine and who even knew what else. "Come on, Boyd. I don't have all day to play games. Tick-tock, you know? We're on a schedule."
"Miss?" Someone moved in the corner of Christina's periphreal vision and like a trapped animal, she reached out with her powers and sent them flying- just another person. No one important. It wasn't as if they were dead. With great purpose, she stormed over to them and dug a heel into their chest to keep them down. "Stay. Good." She ground her heel in a little harder. "Now speak. Where am I?"
"Siren's Port, Canada," the man coughed- a man. Nothing extraordinary. His words would later annoy her and send her searching for real answerslater, but up until his next words, she had been content to release him and let him live... For the moment. "Please. I'm just trying to help you."
That caused her to back away in shock. She placed a hand over her chest and gasped, blue eyes almost watering with crocodile tears. "Help me? Really?" The look of girlish surprise vanished, replaced by cold fury. One tilt of her head and the man's neck snapped like a twig. "That's what they all say."
Name: Chris
Age: 23
AIM SN: KawaiiSpinel42
email: whatineverhad@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yep.
Currrently Played Characters: Gabriel, Misato, Washu, Meowth
Conditional: Activity Check Link:
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Point Pleasant
Canon Format: Live Action TV Show
Character's Name: Christina Nickson
Character's Age: 17
Conditional: If your character is 13 years of age or under, please clarify how they will be played.
What form will your character's NV take? A normal cell phone with no real fancy bells or whistles aside from a video chat function.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: As the Antichrist, Christina can make almost anything happen. The following is a list of her abilities as they appear in canon, but they are likely not limited to just these, especially as she grows more powerful. However, they will be the only ones she'll use in-game:
-She has an “aura” to her that attracts people to her- not all people, but some, especially people who haven’t been given an excuse to dislike or distrust her. The same aura also seems to bring out latent desires/darker feelings in people, unconsciously- essentially, her mere presence causes people to act on their darkest desires to irrational degrees- this will obviously not affect everyone and there will be a permission post for it.
-She can manipulate her surroundings with just her mind- cause buildings to collapse, things to break, fires to start, etc. She can also cut and strangle people with her brain or throw them against walls. Most of this happens unconsciously, especially with bouts of strong emotion, but she can do it consciously too. When her power is particularly strong, her eyes glow white and the force she uses emanates with a silver-white pulse.
-Telekinesis. Extremely strong too. She can move anything she wants with just her brain.
-Get into people’s heads and make them think and do whatever she wants them to. This isn't something she does often, as manipulation isn't her thing. It's what people like Boyd do and she wants no part of that- besides, she knows that humans are bad. They don't need her help to do bad things.
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them? See "She is a godmod."
Weapons: None. She is the weapon.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Christina was born of a human woman and the devil, himself. Her mother was violated and impregnated and then kept under close surveillance until Christina was born, wherein she was put in the care of Kingston Nickson, a human servant of Lucifer. Kingston kept his distance from her, for the most part, as he was often away on business, but it's clear that he did love her and treat her with kindness for the seventeen years she lived with the knowledge that he was her father. For the most part, she was tended to by her father's butler, and attended private schools, never knowing that there was something odd about her.
Until she turned seventeen.
During a violent storm, Christina washes up on the shores of Point Pleasant, NJ with very little memory of how she got there besides some story of being on a school trip and falling overboard. The series never makes it clear whether Christina was intentionally lying out of fear because she didn't remember the truth or if the memories were fabricated before she was dropped into the ocean. Either way, the story she told was shown to be a lie and even when it comes out, Christina has no explanation for the why.
After being unable to contact her father in New York, Christina stays with the Kramer family where she is warmly accepted.
And that's where everything kinda gets weird.
A brief summary of the series can be found here.
Point in Canon: Just after 1X13. After realizing that everyone she’s ever loved has turned on her, Christina accepts that she’s truly the Daughter of Darkness and kills Jesse, the boy she loved who was destined to kill her, and destroys Point Pleasant, New Jersey, signaling the start of the End Times she’ll bring about.
Conditional: Brief summary of previous RP history: N/A
Character Personality: Oh, to describe the Antichrist, the child of the beast. In truth, Christina is very much Blatty’s demon and Duncan’s Lucifer, all rolled up into the package of petite eighteen-year-old girl. She’s sardonic, bitter, twisted- a cruel facsimile of an innocent lamb that could end your life with the flick of a finger. She’s demanding, petty, paranoid to the point of seeing almost anything as a threat to her, because when isn’t it? When does anyone show her anything but fear? She’s an animal, a monster, and she knows it- that’s what the world made her, so that’s what she is. And more, she sees the world as animals that need to be trained or put down- more the latter now. They’re such stupid creatures, humans. They never listen. They never obey.
They always lie.
The Father of Lies’s daughter is a child built on a foundation of them- everything she knows is a lie, everything people have felt for her has turned into one, the man she loved lied to her up until the moment he tried to kill her by whispering sweet nothings in her ear just in time to stab her. She sees lies in everything. You want to protect me? Why? So you can kill me yourself. No one has given her an excuse to trust them, so she trusts no one. She especially trusts no one to see her as anything but a monster.
But the monster hides a girl and the monster will swear up and down that the girl deserved to be buried, but she remains. She comes out when people swear they love her and then retreats in fear when that turns out to be another lie, but she’s still there, screaming for a sign that there’s hope for her, that not everything she’s wanted has led her to this. She was born to this, but couldn’t her choices be her own? Couldn’t she have come out of it.
No, says the monster, she couldn’t.
There’s a war inside her, greater than any jihad. She won’t trust you, will try to hurt you, but show her compassion with no strings, love with no ifs, ands, or buts, and she’ll waver. She craves acceptance like a drug. Give her that and treat her like a girl and a girl she shall be. Leave her, abandon her, or cast her out, and she’ll be the monster you created her to be. She is a product of the world’s cruelty- the living proof that no good comes of man’s inhumanity against man.
The naïve, trusting girl that came to Point Pleasant is a distant memory. There is no longer a scared child, fumbling at her powers like a teenager in the backseat of a car on prom night. No longer does she run for fear of rejection or fear of hurting people- if people love her and she loves them, then no one will be hurt. The girl you get in her place is a fierce, determined young woman, fiercely loyal and protective, but possessive as well. Her people are hers- she has a pack mentality. Threats to her pack are a sure way to earn her aggression. She has power and has learned how to use it- she will not back down, she will not give in, and should you incur her wrath, you will be shown no mercy. Beyond that, she’s sweet, caring, selfless, compassionate- a normal teenage girl with a big heart, but it will be a long time before she unfolds herself enough to be that girl again. Until then, you have a poorly sociable wild animal with a twisted bitter wit and an insatiable lust for violence- teaching lessons and doling out punishments.
She’s temperamental, prone to fits of anger more than anything, but she experiences true sadness and sorrow, can be wrought with despair, just as any girl her age could be. The difference is that her strong emotions are keyed into her powers and while she can control them better now, they still react to protect her and lash out at whatever hurt her. She can be demanding, controlling, but these emotions can be curbed, so long as you give her no reason to suspect that you’ll hurt or leave her. She’s been broken horrifically and to break her of these habits, you have to accept them. She’s a wounded dog, backed into a corner, snarling and biting, and she can smell your fear. Show her none and she’ll calm herself.
She is not manipulative. That’s a tactic for people like Boyd and it disgusts her. She can force people to leave her be, but she refuses, these days, to get into people’s heads any deeper. People have to learn on their own and if they don’t, well… Pity for them. Interference isn’t worth it. It’s the one thing she absolutely will not do. She no longer hides what she is, because what does it matter? She’s here to raise Hell and look good doing it, so everyone should know what they see is what they get. She doesn’t want to repeat her experiences in Point Pleasant, where people see an innocent girl and fall in love with her right until the moment they realize what she is. Another betrayal like that would destroy her, turn her so far to darkness that she never comes out again, and Christina Nickson will be no more.
And that will be the story of her.
The knowledge of what she is and what she will do and that she had no choice in the matter is her greatest fear. She was the product of a woman violated by dark forces, who despised her from the moment she was born and the Devil, himself, who saw the world as a failed experiment and wanted his darling child to bring it to its knees. Knowing that she could never have escaped this, that a chance for a normal life or a life as an emblem of hope was beyond her as an abomination would cause her to crack further, shattering her tower until there is no more girl- just an instrument and a tool of destruction. She may be at the point where it looks like there's no turning back, but this is still only the beginning for her. It all depends on who she finds first.
Conditional: Personality development in previous game: N/A
Character Plans: I wanted to play a serious villain in this setting and Christina's just the psycho for the job. However, she has such potential for redemption that she wouldn't become a one-note bringer of the apocalypse, so I hope to have her slowly come to terms with herself and become the girl she was, rather than the monster she is.
Appearance/PB: Link to her iconset. Her PB is Elisabeth Harnois.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample It’s me again. Would You listen to me now? Did You listen to me before? Those songs say You love all the little children, but I don’t remember the verse about the spawn of Satan, do You? Maybe they sung at all those other Sunday schools I never went to. Maybe Father Tomas could teach me- oops.
Is this Thy will, Lord? Imprisonment? I think I got a better deal than my Dad- he got fire and brimstone and I get Canada. Good thing I like pancakes- never was much for hockey though. [Laugh]
You’re not very talkative, are You? Is it just me? Or is everyone who swears You speak to them just full of crap? Hey, if Jesse’s up there? Will You kiss him for me? I have to hand it to him- as far as deaths go, that one was probably his best one yet. No wonder You gave him so many chances.
You won’t be able to keep me here. You can’t stop what’s coming- You would’ve already done it by now. Your warriors failed and I’m still standing. I won.
Do You hear that, God? I won. And if this is one more place I have to mow down to get to the endgame, then I hope it's ready for me.
Third Person Sample: Manhattan burned, but it didn’t carry the same weight as destroying Point Pleasant. Nothing thus far had felt as liberating as razing that sad little town to the ground. She only wished the death toll had been higher- she could recall walking past a row of TV’s broadcasting her work and frowning at the piddly number of lives. Doubtful the Kramer’s were among them- the insects. Maybe Paula and Amber. Or Terry. Or Jesse’s parents. The thought brought a smile to her lips.
She imagined Holly, trapped under some rubble, dying repeatedly. First from her wounds over and over again, then the agony as she relived her death at Boyd’s hands decades before, the red marks around her snow-white flesh standing out even in the darkness of her lonely catacombs. The bitch deserved it. She hoped it broke Boyd’s heart to leave her there- if he had a heart to break. Maybe he pawned that away with his soul.
Could she barter for souls? No, that was too much. She wouldn’t sully her pristine hands with Boyd’s work. She was a creature of destruction- he was a demon of manipulation. Tempter and tormentor. Had they been made to go together?
Perish the thought. It made bile rise in her throat to even imagine herself as Boyd’s partner in any respect, but the poor bastard kept trying, appearing at her heels like a puppy wherever she went. She turned him away, sometimes with little more than a quip and sometimes forcefully, but he was persistent. She still had training to do.
I’m doing fine on my own.
As if to prove it, she wiped a small town completely off the map. She thought she saw fear in Boyd’s eyes before it gave way to admiration. She’d closed his throat before he could utter those hateful words. That’s my girl.
Not his girl. Never his. Daddy’s little princess? No. Christina. Just Christina. Chris. No monikers. Their deaths would come at the hands of something as normal and mundane as they were. They cried for mercy and it was no Antichrist that denied it to them, it was Christina Nickson, a blue-eyed blonde who watched them writhe with a birthmark on her iris that glowed in the fire that licked their mangled bodies.
Her thoughts vanished when the warm air of New York summer mixed with the heat from a hundred burning buildings vanished, replaced with the cold nip of a different place. Huh. Teleportation- not an ability she believed she possessed. Also, not one she believed Boyd possessed either, but that didn't stop her from blaming him. Even as the cold licked at her bare shoulders, she avoided folding her arms for warmth. She just scowled and stepped out onto the deserted baseball diamond.
"Booooyd," she lilted, calling into the dark. There was an edge of something so familiar, yet so foreign, to everything out there with her, even if it smelled like rot and stale urine and who even knew what else. "Come on, Boyd. I don't have all day to play games. Tick-tock, you know? We're on a schedule."
"Miss?" Someone moved in the corner of Christina's periphreal vision and like a trapped animal, she reached out with her powers and sent them flying- just another person. No one important. It wasn't as if they were dead. With great purpose, she stormed over to them and dug a heel into their chest to keep them down. "Stay. Good." She ground her heel in a little harder. "Now speak. Where am I?"
"Siren's Port, Canada," the man coughed- a man. Nothing extraordinary. His words would later annoy her and send her searching for real answerslater, but up until his next words, she had been content to release him and let him live... For the moment. "Please. I'm just trying to help you."
That caused her to back away in shock. She placed a hand over her chest and gasped, blue eyes almost watering with crocodile tears. "Help me? Really?" The look of girlish surprise vanished, replaced by cold fury. One tilt of her head and the man's neck snapped like a twig. "That's what they all say."