By My Birth Certificate, I am: [Rosaria Celeste Verräter]
If You Wish, You May Call Me: [Pandora]
Sitting Upon My Birthday Cake is : [Twenty-Five] candles.
When Last I Checked, I Was a: [Female]
I Constantly Find Myself Attracted To: [Women and Men]
My Family Hails From: [Earth. But not just anywhere on Earth. My family hails from Germany!]
To Be More Specific, I Was Born in: [I'm originally from the slums of Aonani, along with my brother.]
My Allegiance Forever Lies With the: [Revolutionists]
I am an Expert at My Job: [I am currently a part of Hijo's Personal Guard. Ironically, I am also a Doctor.]
You Can Identify Me by My: [Various tattoos and scars all over my body. The tattoos, mostly beautiful coloured but absolutely random s**t (like the coffin with a blue candle burning on both ends on my calf) are mostly there to try and cover the many scars all over my body from my past life.]
I am Surprisingly Capable of: [I can alter my own skeletal structure as a means of combat. Specifically, I can manipulate my osteoblast and osteoclast cells, which are responsible for building or breaking down bone tissue. It allows me absolute control over the concentration of calcium within my bones, allowing me to control the density or malleability of them. It truly is a unique form of both offensive and defensive combat, as well as a rather disgusting one. However, there's two major downsides. The first downside is that it takes a serious strain on my body. If I were to make a sword out of, say, my ulna and radius, it means I need to stretch out the bones in my body a bit to make up for that loss. Sure, I could always just regrow my bones, but that takes a more serious strain on my body. It hurts every time a bone comes out of my flesh. And the second downside is that it gives me an extremely unique skeletal structure, so if I get too seriously injured somehow internally, it may very well be the death of me. I can't alter my skeletal structure unconsciously. When I received my ability, I realized that my body's skeletal structure had completely altered. Instead of having 206 bones like the human adult would, my body consists of nearly 400 bones, where most of my bones have doubled up. For example, between each of my original ribs lies another set of ribs to protect my organs. Essentially, I have two rib cages. I pretty much have two of everyting with the exception of the 22 bones that compose the human cranium. The only reason that I can move just as I had been able to move before the change is because my bones are flexible and malleable.]
No Matter What, I Am Always Wearing: [A bracelet around my left wrist that my brother made for me when we were twelve. I had lost it for the longest time, until I found it again on some other whore's wrist.]
I Still My Sword For:
•Tattoos
•Thunderstorms
•Music
•Honour
•Singing
•Knives
•Guns
•Dogs
Put It Before Me, and You Shall Fall:
•Claustrophobic Conditions
•Anyone from the Government
•Cats
•The Philosopher's Stone
My Peers Would Describe Me as Being: [How to I describe myself, hmm? Well, I guess you could say I'm very dedicated. I do my job to the best of my abilities, which means I do it well. In being dedicated, it sometimes makes me appear to be very business-like. And in a lot of ways I am. But what people don't understand is my motives behind everything I do. I have no interest in taking down Evalyyn. I don't like lying to people, but I'm not exactly lying when they've never asked why I'm doing this. They all assume I'm here to kill Evalyyn, so I just keep letting them believe it. Everyone seems to think I'm all business and all serious, but if you were to actually know anything about me, you'd know that I'm actually just someone who wants to be able to find his brother, then move on out of his life and live a normal life in which I could live out the one dream I have - to be a singer. Yes, while I am a crazy b***h now, I'm secretly just a frail girl with a typical girl dream. Don't like it? Then leave me the hell alone and don't talk to me.]
I Excel in My Ability to Be:
•One hell of a physical fighter. While it's true that I could shoot or throw my bones if I wished, my primary style of combat is up close and personal. I'm not going to rip out my spine and throw it at someone, cause now I'm without a spine. Most of my combat when it involves my bones means I am using them as as weapons similar to some sort of blade, meaning I am up in your face when we fight.
•I am very aware of my surroundings. I have to be, as I am a member of Hijo's Personal Guard. Whenever we actually leave and go out into Aonani or some other city, I have to be consciously aware of who and what is around me. Not noticing a single person or thing could result in Hijo's assassination.
•Strong-Willed. I very much am like Sif in that I have a mind of my own that cannot be controlled. I am not on Hijo's Personal Guard because he controls me. I am on it because I chose to be. I don't know what exactly he can do, but I know people that get close to him tend to stay close to him and are willing to do anything for him. I don't allow such manipulations. My mind and my feelings are my own.
I Hate to Say, but I am Not So Good At:
•Lying. With the exception of keeping my true identity to myself, I am not that good of a liar. I don't like lying. I've been lied to for many, many years, and I have grown to be sick and tired of it.
•Controlling my emotions. I'm generally good at keeping them in check, but when I get too distraught and upset, I have this unhealthy tendency to snap and become physically violent. And considering that I am a damn good physical fighter, if I do say so myself, I tend to be damage causing.
•Cooking. I'm not your housewife. I'm not your maid. I don't cook for you. I used to have to cook, long ago, but I was never any good at it. They used to make fun of me for it, saying that if you ate my cooking, it would probably kill you. Heh... too bad they didn't head that warning when I went out of my way to cook steak for them.
Admittedly, I Am Terrified of: [My only true fear is my brother finding out that I'm alive and on the opposite side as he is. I'd much rather him come to the Revolutionists and find me.]
My Dreams Are of a Field Afar: [I'm fighting with the Revolutionists in hopes of being able to be finally reunited with my brother and able to leave this stupid war behind us. Somehow, someway, I will rescue him from that daemon, Evalyyn, and we'll be together again.]
You Wish to Hear My Story? [Oh, how to I even begin to tell this story? Well, you know my past as far as my heritage, primarily because you know my brother. Notice the last name? That's right. My real name is Rosaria Celeste Verräter, twin sister to Alaric Constantine Verräter, Commandant of the Aonanian Tactical Reconnaissance and Special Operations Division. But you can't tell anyone that. Well, actually, you wouldn't be able to tell anyone, anyways, because you probably don't know. See, no one knows who I really am. As far as Alaric is concerned, Rosaria died eleven years ago in that stupid gang war. I didn't die, though. Well, Rosaria died. I didn't. Rosaria was taken away from her loving family and turned into some guy's whore. Aonani was not exactly the best of places. There was a black market on Aion that the Government knew about and did nothing about. They kidnapped and sold women. And why did the Government do nothing? Because so many of those filthy men used it to get women who would gladly ******** them just to live another day and get food in their stomachs. I became the seventh concubine of one Cyemar Del'Sharan, a native to Aion and the former Lord Chancellor of the Aionian government. I served him faithfully for seven years while simultaneously planning his death. And believe me, I tried several times. I once brought him his dinner, set his tray down, and attempted to stab him in the eye with the knife. Or when I attempted to slit his throat while he slept. The only reason he kept me around was, I was willing to bet, because I was the loudest screamer.
Well, I served him alongside of several maids, servants, and six other concubines as Pandora. Everyone is stripped of their names and given a new name by their masters. Cyemar named me Pandora. One of said concubines, Maria, ran into me one evening covered head to toe in bruises. He had not been rough with her during sex, but had beaten her terribly all because she asked him (did not tell, she asked) if he wouldn't mind choosing another woman for that evening because she had been experiencing serious abdominal pains the entire day. She didn't want to tell him the real reason for the pain, so she just said she had the pain. And he beat the s**t out of her. I brought her to my room and convinced her to tell me everything that had happened, but I had already figured out the real problem before she had gotten the words out. She had been pregnant with his child, and he had probably just killed it. Sure enough, we quickly figured out that she had miscarried because of him. That was ultimately what sent me over the edge with Cyemar. Maria had been the only person there I found I could confide in about anything. She was the only concubine he had that hadn't been brainwashed into loving him other than me. So after finding out that my friend lost her child, I decided it was time to take action. I told him that I had learned from Avaricia (why he called her that, I will never know. Probably cause she was a slut) had been teaching me how to cook better and that I wanted to cook him a steak for that evening. He agreed reluctantly, which was his final mistake. I poisoned him. He died while I was having sex with him after he ate, which I had hoped would have made it seem more tragic. I screamed and told everyone that he had suddenly stopped breathing, but two of his whores, whose names I no longer care to remember, saw right through me. As I said, I had never been good at lying. One of them attempted to stab me with his steak knife, but Maria courageously jumped in the way and sacrificed her own life to save mine. In her last moments, she held onto the girl's arm so she couldn't pull the knife out and told me to run. And I ran. Far away.
I was on the streets for a good solid month after that, struggling to survive, when I was found by Xion Ari Pax, a member of the Revolutionists. She took me in and gave me a home with the Revolutionists. Though I didn't join their ranks immediately, she nonetheless offered to keep me in her home until I either decided to join or could manage on my own. And she kept me hidden from the world, even her own world, for quite some time. That is, up until I had seen on the news the one name I didn't believe I'd ever hear again: Alaric Verräter. My brother was alive! I was so thrilled and couldn't stop watching, until my eyes had caught sight of two things on the screen. The first was that Evalyyn was standing right next to him. And the second was that beneath him while he gave his address to the press, the caption said "Commandant of the A.T.R.S.O.D. I couldn't believe my eyes. My brother, my Alaric, had joined the Government. He used to say how much he hated them, and here he was, leading an entire Division! Well, that didn't fly with me so well. So, I chose right there and then to join the Revolutionists. I told Xion I wanted to join, and she introduced me to Hijo. He asked me if I was prepared to become a true soldier, and I told him I was born ready. So after a few months of extensive training to get me into a killer shape (yes, I'm sexy AND in shape), he finally had me undergo the experiments with the Stone. I heard it was gruesome, but I never knew HOW gruesome. And to this day, I still don't. I guess with all the pain I went through, my mind shut out and locked away the memories of the experiments. I can't recall what it was like, and every time I try, I get this really painful headache. So, obviously, I'm not meant to remember.
And now I serve as one of Hijo's three Personal Guards, with the unique ability to be able to manipulate my skeletal structure, bone density, and calcium concentration. It's really disgusting to watch, but it's saved my a** in so many situations so far, so I will never complain. I'm only really in this to get my brother out of there so we can run far away from Aonani and live somewhere else together, but no one else knows that, just as know one knows who I really am. To the Revolutionists, I am Pandora. I kept my whore name because it was who I had become. Rosaria is long dead, as she has been for eleven years. Pandora is who I am now, and it is who I will forever be.]
My Primary Weapon of Choice is: [My bones.]
Is There Anything Else I Forgot to Mention?: [I'm ******** gorgeous and I have a great singing voice.]
The Song Sung Within My Heart Is: [My Hell - Disciple]
The Puppeteer Pulling My Strings is: [Temporarily Schizophrenic]
