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PLAYER
✧ NAME: Chris
✧ LJ USERNAME: kawaiispinel
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): KawaiiSpinel42
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: Gabriel/The Trickster
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Christina Nickson
✧ SERIES: Point Pleasant
✧ HISTORY: A brief summary of the series.
✧ TIMELINE: 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.
✧ 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.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: 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.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Day
✧ MASK DESIGN: This little number. She's the Swan Queen, bitch.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: The Kramer House, where she spent most of her time in Point Pleasant- the place she felt the most at home, until everyone turned on her and the place she took her final stand before she went apeshit.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: 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 got something out of a cartoon. I get my own room and everything. [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.
✧ THIRD PERSON: 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.
Boyd found her as the last of Manhattan became rubble at her feet. She didn’t even look at him.
“What’s next on the docket?” He asked, always cheerful, his dead eyes flashing arrogance and things he would never know anything about. Christina saw the world now and she saw it as Boyd would never see it. He cheapened human life and she was denied it. Who saw the flaws in the diamond more- the liar or the beast?
She rolled her shoulders, the wind whipping at her blonde hair and carrying with it the smell of ash and death and rot, mingled with the scent of the sea. It made her think of Point Pleasant and she instinctively hissed like a cat. She needed to get away from the eastern seaboard. Go somewhere warmer.
“San Francisco,” she said, her voice sounding like honey, flavored with arsenic.
“Did you leave your heart there?” Boyd taunted.
She turned to face him, staring up at him in a way that made her seem larger, like a giant predatory cat and him, much like a mouse. “I’m sure a few people will,” she replied.
✧ ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTION: N/A
✧ NAME: Chris
✧ LJ USERNAME: kawaiispinel
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): KawaiiSpinel42
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: Gabriel/The Trickster
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Christina Nickson
✧ SERIES: Point Pleasant
✧ HISTORY: A brief summary of the series.
✧ TIMELINE: 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.
✧ 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.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: 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.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Day
✧ MASK DESIGN: This little number. She's the Swan Queen, bitch.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: The Kramer House, where she spent most of her time in Point Pleasant- the place she felt the most at home, until everyone turned on her and the place she took her final stand before she went apeshit.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: 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 got something out of a cartoon. I get my own room and everything. [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.
✧ THIRD PERSON: 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.
Boyd found her as the last of Manhattan became rubble at her feet. She didn’t even look at him.
“What’s next on the docket?” He asked, always cheerful, his dead eyes flashing arrogance and things he would never know anything about. Christina saw the world now and she saw it as Boyd would never see it. He cheapened human life and she was denied it. Who saw the flaws in the diamond more- the liar or the beast?
She rolled her shoulders, the wind whipping at her blonde hair and carrying with it the smell of ash and death and rot, mingled with the scent of the sea. It made her think of Point Pleasant and she instinctively hissed like a cat. She needed to get away from the eastern seaboard. Go somewhere warmer.
“San Francisco,” she said, her voice sounding like honey, flavored with arsenic.
“Did you leave your heart there?” Boyd taunted.
She turned to face him, staring up at him in a way that made her seem larger, like a giant predatory cat and him, much like a mouse. “I’m sure a few people will,” she replied.
✧ ORIGINAL CHARACTER QUESTION: N/A