Post by RENDEZVOUS on May 1, 2015 4:05:33 GMT
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Nephele Reynolds
Basic Information
Nicknames: Neph
Age: 29 years old
Birthday: 10 October 1986
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Hometown: Quebec, Canada
Job: Western Trainer
Species: Human
Face Claim: Sarah Hyland
Recent Character: @pauline
Age: 29 years old
Birthday: 10 October 1986
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Hometown: Quebec, Canada
Job: Western Trainer
Species: Human
Face Claim: Sarah Hyland
Recent Character: @pauline
Essential Information
Appearance: She is five foot five with an olive complexion, so to speak. She has multiple scars cross her back, stomach and arms. No matter the weather, she tends to wear long sleeved shirts, or jackets to hide this. You'll almost never see her wearing any form of swim suit or tank top, for she has long since become insecure of her appearance. She has long dark naturally curly brown hair that reaches to the middle of her back, along with big expressive brown eyes to match. She does not believe that she is a beautiful persona, although many of her past 'clients' have told her as such, which only makes her hate herself all the more.
Personality: She is a quiet young woman that tends to keep to herself. She doesn't start conversations as she feels as though she may be intruding in some way. She enjoys humor and tries to take every chance she can get to get a good laugh, as life is too short to wallow in one's depression and fears. She tends to bottle up the things that went on in her life before she finally became a "free woman", and would prefer to not talk about it at all. She does have trust issues, and seems to be a bit insecure, but she'd never admit to such things, or go out of her way to prove this point. She forces a smile on her face, and is friendly to just about everyone, but deep down? She's hurting on the inside.
History:
Nephele grew up in one of the coldest regions of North America, Canada. Her father had been a military man who was proud of what he had accomplished for himself in life, unfortunately he was taken away from his wife much too soon. Around this time, Nephele's mother, pregnant with her first child, began to truly believe that she would not be able to raise a child up on her own.
She had thought of adoption, even abortion, but she could never bring herself to do either. Several months later she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl that possessed many features of her father, much to the woman's annoyance. The woman tended to her baby girl up until the young age of eight, but this was when the woman lost her job and began to develop an addition for drugs. Nephele had been happy with her life, regardless of their financial situation.
Her mother had tried to sell her own body for quick cash, but not many men seemed to be interested in her worn out body. Instead they took to finding interest in the likes of her eight year old daughter, one too young to truly know what was going on in the world. Her life revolved around barbie dolls and coloring books, the men that came to their house saw nothing but sex and lust. For a hefty sum, her mother allowed the men to rape her own flesh and blood, some typical, some abusive. Badly enough, the woman would simply sit in the kitchen lighting a cigarette and counting her income while she zoned out the screams of despair from her lone child.
When the woman had accumulated quite a bit of money, her daughter becoming brutally scarred by the age of ten, her mother actually took the incentive to sell her daughter to sex trafficking into a prostitution ring by an unknown group that resided in the United States. The woman didn't even bat an eye as her daughter cried for her mother.
Nephele would spend the next four years catering to the likes of truck drivers, drunkards, and other types of men who cared little for the likes of a human child. A few months later she met the likes of Camden. The idea struck her as odd, seeing a boy in this predicament. She would befriend this boy, apparently she did not think of men as bad, just that they needed help. She had been so forgiving even then. Alas, at the age of fourteen, Camden was gone. To where, she had no idea. All Nephele knew was that she was all alone, yet again, with no one to look to for comfort.
She wanted to be angry at Camden for leaving her all alone in the hellish place, but she had little time to grieve for she found herself being actually sold to someone else at the age of eighteen. This would continue to go on for several years, to the point where she was just about ready to give up on life. At the age of twenty nine, finally she would find herself at the likes of freedom, hopefully. She had found herself in the hands of a sole individual who had thought of making a sex slave out of the woman. It was around Los Angeles where the man tried to force the woman into his home, but the woman was exhausted, from the day, from life itself. She couldn't even make her feet move, let alone keep her eyes open. What kind of cruel God allowed her to suffer for almost eleven years? Who?
It was then that a large figure loomed over her as she collapsed onto the ground, soon followed by calls of help from the man as he was attacked, but by what? It was a black dog, a stray no doubt, had come to her rescue. Why? Who knows. Perhaps whatever lay in the infinite reaches of the interstellar space decided to give her a break, finally. The Great Dane stray was young, but was aggressive to the man, not wasting any time in sinking his jaws around the man's leg. With growls of anger the dog managed to frighten the man back into his home. Alas, he found himself looking back to the fallen human woman upon the cold concrete, was she dead?
The dog had sniffed her, to find that she was still breathing. It was pitch black outside, no humans were hustling about. So, the great dane tugged the woman along by the collar of his short, stopping every once and a while barking an alarming to call, in hopes another human will come to the aid of this poor, worn out woman.
A time for redemption for the woman had been long over due.
Personality: She is a quiet young woman that tends to keep to herself. She doesn't start conversations as she feels as though she may be intruding in some way. She enjoys humor and tries to take every chance she can get to get a good laugh, as life is too short to wallow in one's depression and fears. She tends to bottle up the things that went on in her life before she finally became a "free woman", and would prefer to not talk about it at all. She does have trust issues, and seems to be a bit insecure, but she'd never admit to such things, or go out of her way to prove this point. She forces a smile on her face, and is friendly to just about everyone, but deep down? She's hurting on the inside.
History:
Nephele grew up in one of the coldest regions of North America, Canada. Her father had been a military man who was proud of what he had accomplished for himself in life, unfortunately he was taken away from his wife much too soon. Around this time, Nephele's mother, pregnant with her first child, began to truly believe that she would not be able to raise a child up on her own.
She had thought of adoption, even abortion, but she could never bring herself to do either. Several months later she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl that possessed many features of her father, much to the woman's annoyance. The woman tended to her baby girl up until the young age of eight, but this was when the woman lost her job and began to develop an addition for drugs. Nephele had been happy with her life, regardless of their financial situation.
Her mother had tried to sell her own body for quick cash, but not many men seemed to be interested in her worn out body. Instead they took to finding interest in the likes of her eight year old daughter, one too young to truly know what was going on in the world. Her life revolved around barbie dolls and coloring books, the men that came to their house saw nothing but sex and lust. For a hefty sum, her mother allowed the men to rape her own flesh and blood, some typical, some abusive. Badly enough, the woman would simply sit in the kitchen lighting a cigarette and counting her income while she zoned out the screams of despair from her lone child.
When the woman had accumulated quite a bit of money, her daughter becoming brutally scarred by the age of ten, her mother actually took the incentive to sell her daughter to sex trafficking into a prostitution ring by an unknown group that resided in the United States. The woman didn't even bat an eye as her daughter cried for her mother.
Nephele would spend the next four years catering to the likes of truck drivers, drunkards, and other types of men who cared little for the likes of a human child. A few months later she met the likes of Camden. The idea struck her as odd, seeing a boy in this predicament. She would befriend this boy, apparently she did not think of men as bad, just that they needed help. She had been so forgiving even then. Alas, at the age of fourteen, Camden was gone. To where, she had no idea. All Nephele knew was that she was all alone, yet again, with no one to look to for comfort.
She wanted to be angry at Camden for leaving her all alone in the hellish place, but she had little time to grieve for she found herself being actually sold to someone else at the age of eighteen. This would continue to go on for several years, to the point where she was just about ready to give up on life. At the age of twenty nine, finally she would find herself at the likes of freedom, hopefully. She had found herself in the hands of a sole individual who had thought of making a sex slave out of the woman. It was around Los Angeles where the man tried to force the woman into his home, but the woman was exhausted, from the day, from life itself. She couldn't even make her feet move, let alone keep her eyes open. What kind of cruel God allowed her to suffer for almost eleven years? Who?
It was then that a large figure loomed over her as she collapsed onto the ground, soon followed by calls of help from the man as he was attacked, but by what? It was a black dog, a stray no doubt, had come to her rescue. Why? Who knows. Perhaps whatever lay in the infinite reaches of the interstellar space decided to give her a break, finally. The Great Dane stray was young, but was aggressive to the man, not wasting any time in sinking his jaws around the man's leg. With growls of anger the dog managed to frighten the man back into his home. Alas, he found himself looking back to the fallen human woman upon the cold concrete, was she dead?
The dog had sniffed her, to find that she was still breathing. It was pitch black outside, no humans were hustling about. So, the great dane tugged the woman along by the collar of his short, stopping every once and a while barking an alarming to call, in hopes another human will come to the aid of this poor, worn out woman.
A time for redemption for the woman had been long over due.
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