Very Graphic. You've been warned.
Character Information:
*The basics:
Name: Tisba Sevitiri
Age: Seventeen
Sex: Female
Race: Slavic
Hair, length && style: Varies
Eyes: Black, sometimes with flecks of hazel.
Skin: Pale, tans well in the summer.
Body build: Petite
Scars: A series of brands across the backs of her thighs and buttocks. A fine thin scar along the left of her heart shaped face, it runs from her ear lobe, along her jaw line to her chin. Various other nicks found when looked for hard enough.
Birthmarks: None.
Tattoos: Black bars tattooed in her right bicep.
Piercings: Several.
*Inside
Personality: A sultry firecracker could be used to describe this young trollop. She's got a supple mind that is often given over to literature when not deep into her psychotic mood swings. An over developed sense of lust can often be brought to the forefront as she's a voyeur in every sense of the word. Peeping in on carnal actions makes her excitable, though she's rather picky when it comes to lovers. She'd sooner kill a man, or woman than consent to let them have a lascivious way with her.
Multi-faceted in many ways, she's got more than a mean side to her. She can often be cruel and savage. Using any means to get her point across, this action usually lands the young female in solitary confinement. Suggestive, she'll use that to her advantage to get what she wants.. and then bludgeon you in thanks. Tisba is obsessed with blood, and once she gets it.. she wants more. Preferring to bathe in it, she'll goad the more violent of the patients just to watch flesh fly. Rolling around in it like a dog, she'll coat herself in it and then sexually rub her body against the orderlies.
If Tisba has a flaw, it's being highly religious. Catholic to the core, she can be brought to her knees in repentance and fear if God is but merely mentioned to her. She'll scream and cry if anyone threatens that God will cast her to hell for her wicked ways. However... this may work better than Thorazine, she'll exact revenge on those making her appear weak and subdued. Any means possible, the revenge may be slight.. or slightly psychotic. Take your pick.
I remember: the cool wooden pews in the Cathedral, Jesus' sweet face looking down upon me as if I were his sweet little lamb.. and the feel of my Father's wrath between my thighs. I had only broken a dish, I was only eight years old. And mother, well.. Mother was no better, bowing down to Father's every whim. She believed him when he said he'd take me to Church to repent for my sins. For not being a good enough daughter, for being buxom enough.. Not a soul surrounded us as he took and took. Only the Priests and Altar Boys as they stood around us, eagerness embedded deep within their loins and eyes.
I never cried. Not even as my arms were wrenched behind my back, a splinter climbing its way into chin and up the side of my jaw. I'd never had my ears pierced before.. Now I had. And the blood dotted the floor, making quite the pattern of brilliance. Its hue saturating the oak floor boards. I remember him letting my arms go, his hands quickly digging into my hair, his instructions so clear... yet putrid as his breath wheezed down my throat as the Men of God took position behind my young body. "You are only a tool of God, Tisba. Deflowered, you'll never be accepted but by the Men of God here."
That was four years ago. And now I raise hell in the Wesswick Asylum. Upon my thirteenth birthday, the only present I took. Oh yes, I took and I took.. The bread of God in my hands as I received communion through my fathers body. He took none of mine, and I took all of his. The ordeal was bloody, and my mother never cried. We Sevitiri women are stronger than our bodies allot. The blood was everywhere, those Men of God came and took me away. They made me repent for nearly a year by way of torture. I remember then, the pictures they bored into my head. God would exact his vengeance upon me should I ever overtake a Man again.
Oh yes... I fear God now. But I am no longer the tool. I am merely the way to bring about the end.
I want to: bathe in the viscera of every sin.
You should probably know: I'll never really repent until my dying day. No sin is too much. There is never enough. And I am never satisfied.Admin: Accepted && ready for action! 
