Arianna "Nixie" Symphonia

[Arianna "Nixie" Symphonia]

Name; Ree-Ree
Experience; Wouldn't you like to know?
Age; 21 suckas
Gender; Female
How You Found Us; Blame the flailing iguana
Other Characters; Nada

ARIANNA "NIXIE" SYMPHONIA
"I'm dancing in the storm, rather than hiding in the rain"

Born As; Arianna Symphonia
Now; Nixie.
Nickname; Just Nixie...Nix if you're feeling bold, or Zee
Gender; Female
Age; 22
Orientation; Straight as a board
Alliance; Riotous, only cause she doesnt like being alone. Its a loose alliance.

ON THE INSIDE;

Personality;

Nixie can come off as pretty damn arrogant a lot, but that's just because she's confident she can get what she wants done when and how she wants it done. She's also stubborn, rash, bold, moody, doesn't smile often, judges people before she speaks to them, and has a hell of a temper. But she also pretends to be relaxed, laid back, open and calm. She's protective of those she thinks are worth protecting and is more agile than strong, which comes to her advantage at times when she needs to fight, though she rarely tries to if she can help it.

So that makes her sound pretty unappealing. But, like earlier mentioned, Nix is a fierce friend who will do anything for those she cares for. She's also horribly vulnerable underneath her tough girl act, though she hides it well. She's looking for a reason to soften up, she just hasn't found it yet.

Likes;

• Being right
  
• Chocolate
  
• The rain
  
• Sex
  
• Feeling safe
  

Dislikes;

• Being alone
  
• Her mother
  
• Feeling watched or followed, has slight paranoia issues
  
• When people assume things about her
  
• When people set off her temper, which happens often
  

Fears;

• Feeling watched or followed
  
• Fire
  
• Never feeling loved
  

WHAT WE SEE;

Face Claim; Hanna Beth Merjos
Hair; Nearly black
Eyes; Ice blue
Build; not tall, not short, about 5'7, willowy and almost painfully thin
Scars; long ragged one on her back
Tattoo's; five blue waterdrops going down her back, three on one side of her spine, two on the other, about the size of her thumbprint, cover over her scar
Height; 5'7
Style; Almost always wears backless shirts, prefers comfort to fashion

Family; Mother, father is unknown, three sisters, one younger and two older

History;

(sorry, stealing form BS and modifying)
My family has always been kind of…well off. Good house, good stuff, besst of the best, and as far as I know they still do their best to keep all of this. Probably because of my mom. She would do anything to make sure she was always still on the top of the ladder, no matter what it took. And she never settled down. Mostly she used men and spit them out. My two oldest siblings have one dad who ran off after my older sister was born, I have a totally different one who also ran off sometime before I could get a solid memory of him, and then there’s my younger sister’s dad who looked like he was going to stick around until he died. The irony? The one she actually loved was the one that died. I kinda feel like...that means love is always out of grasp. The fact that my mother always treated me like shit kind of cemented it.

So, I was raised by a nannybecause Mom never really cared about any of us, not really, not the way a mother should, and I never really met her. Plus, she had to go and make sure she had the besst of whatever, to try and keep us wealthy and shit, this was of course before the world fell apart. When I was tiny, I thought my nanny was my mother, and when I got older I wished she was. She taught me how to paint, mostly to keep me calm because before I painted I was a bit of a wild child. I still am, especially now without art to temper me. I mean really? Who has the time to fucking paint anymore?

When I was about 14 or so, mom got rid of the nanny, when I started slipping and calling her mom again instead of the woman who gave birth to me. Guess you could call her the jealous type. It didn’t bother me much because I was 14 and could still visit her, I did often too. Until someone murdered her. It hardened me a bit I guess you could say, made me less likely to love and trust…and awakened a lot of the darker feelings that I always had, tendencies I had but had been ignoring. I guess you could say it made me even more wild in those days. I went to a club the next night, and got drunk. It was at a club mom didn't like, an accident really because I wasn’t supposed to go to there but it’s the only place I can go that’s away from my fucking mother, so I went.

I lost my virginity. Woke up entirely blurry and no idea where I was. Realized I was naked, got dressed and ran. Mom was furious with me. I told her all that happened, because I was totally stupid at that age I swear, and she hit me. Like actually hit me. I had a black eye for a while. I ignored her then, and went so deep into my painting that I didn’t come out for a while. I created some damn good work too, but that’s not the point. I receeded into myself.

Anyway, when I was 16 I fell in love for the first time. With the son of the family my mother often rivaled with. I wasn't even allowed to look at them without getting glared at by my mother. I know, it was a real Romeo and Juliet type deal. I was 16, and I was stupid. If I could, I'd go back and tell myself not to bother, it would all just backfire anyway. I tried to keep it from my mother, but I made the mistake of telling my little sister, who I love, who then told my mother because she thought she was helping. I don’t hold it against her.

I hold what my mother did against her though. She kicked me out. At 16 years old she put me out on the streets. The first thing I did was go to him. We had met a few times and he had seemed interested in me. I was shocked when he dismissed me, told me I was on my own. He had only pretended to be interested to piss off his father. Yeah, that hardened me like shit. I ran, and was embarrassed even further to have done that. Stupid, so stupid. And I spent two years, on the Alleys and slums and sneaking into hotels when I could, on the streets. With no one to take care of me but myself. It makes you grow up damn quick, you know? And I did. I also got really wary and learned how to defend myself…I hid as best I could, I learned what I was doing. I was careful. I’m not going to get into details with this though. I was on the street for two years all by myself, that’s all you need to know.

I was in the park, painting with supplies I had gotten, please don’t ask how, when it happened. Someone apparently thought what I was painting would be worth something or...I don't even know what. They pulled a knife on me and gave me the ragged and gross scar I now have down the left side of my spine. I've been told I'm lucky that it didn't hit my spine and paralyze or kill me. Lucky. Right.

Anyway, I was taken to the hospital after the punk ran off, scared and having checked my pockets so he knew I was broke. They sent me to the emergency room, and treated me because...I was dying from blood loss. But they had to keep me there, I couldn't pay for anything. Until my older sister came to see me, someone had identifyed me and called the house, luckily Mel was the only one home. She paid for me and stayed with me the entire time I was in the hospital, just talking to me. It was nice. By the time I was healed, she gave me money...a small fortune. She couldn't stay with me, but she would make sure I got food and shelter. It was the nicest thing anyone's done for me so far. Anyway, the first thing I did, was get a tattoo to cover up the scar as soon as it was healed enough for it. Blue rain drops going down my back, five of them, as big as my thumb, in perfect detail, two on one side of my spine, three on the other, and they are spaced out enough to take up my whole back.

I used Mel's money carefully, and my other sisters pitched in when they could find me, defying my mother openly like that took guts and I loved them for it.

I survived pretty well....and then the world went to shit. It didn't seem like a good idea to be a loner, so I did the first thing I coudl thing of...find someone who'd have my back. I've always been a survivor after all. I joined a gang, though I've always kept myself on the edge of it. I just don't like thinking anyone could stab me in the back again...