CROWLEY, orchid pandora

[orchidcrowley]

ORCHID PANDORA CROWLEY

I'VE JUST SEEN A FACE

character name: Orchid Pandora Crowley
nicknames: Ore, Orchie, Orch, Petra Pan.
age: Twenty-four and one-half years of age.
gender: Female.
sexuality: Bi-sexual.
pb: Alexis Bledel.

THE LONG WINDING ROAD

occupation: Jewel theif/mercenary/assassin. Yes, there is a difference between mercenary and assassin, you fools.
residence: Lakewood Condominiums.
been in vegas for how long and why:

For the last seven years, Orchid has been bouncing from town to town in order to keep from being spotted. Hell - she mine as well admit it. Being pinned down was not something that she enjoyed in any way, shape, or form. Therefore, the fact that she had only been in Las Vegas for a month was nothing new to the town. She was known around the gambling arenas and strip joints, but was never mentioned lest someone wished to have their throat slashed. However, this time she was looking for simply fun after a long, hard job. Thank God she could check her cares at the edge of the Vegas city limits.

FULL OF EXCITING STORIES

likes:

Sex.
Dancing.
Alcohol.
Kisses to the neck - either side or back of the neck.
Whispering.
Nudity.
Marijuana.
White Russians - the drink.
Techno.
Pop.
Women.
Men.
Border Collies.
Brittany Spaniels.
Terriers.
Roller Coasters.
Hot tubs.
Glowsticks.
Rain.
Thunder.
Lightning.
Redheads.
Brunettes.
Perfume.
Cologne.
Oysters.
Soup.
Cats - specifically, strays.
Singing to herself and no one else, unless it's a sexual song. (I.E. "Fever".)
A sexy, sweaty man or woman.

dislikes:

Teasing.
Rudeness.
Close-minded people.
The word 'gay' when used in a derogatory form.
Anorexically thin men or women.
Plain coffee.
Tequila.
Reptiles, save for boa constrictors.
Disrespect.
Models.
Religion.
Her family, save for her father.
Poor personal hyguiene.
Overly flowery or fruity scents.
Insects - spiders particularly.

personality:

Deeply romantic.
Stubborn.
Self-important/self-centered.
Intelligent.
Quick-witted.
Merciless.
Social.
Passionate.
Fiery/quick-tempered.
Immoral.

DEEPLY ROMANTIC

When it comes to dating, Orchid is the type of person who likes to take it slow. She's not one to immediately jump into the sack with someone she wishes to become closer to. Rather, she takes them out on expensive dates and buys them gifts which she pays for out of her own pocket - which isn't a bother when you're a jewel theif. However, she hides this trait deep inside herself and does not often let others see it for the simple fact that she's not ready to settle down as of yet. In all reality, she's had nearly thirty flings while she's only had around three true relationships.

SELF-IMPORTANT/SELF-CENTERED

Her life has been nothing more than a training session of how to take care of herself, and how to distance herself from others. The way her father had taught her to live was to worry about herself above all others - even when others were in mortal perril. She was only to worry about what affected her and to get out of whatever trouble was wreaking havoc on her life. Such was the only reason as to why she paid most of her attention to herself and what she wanted.

IMMORAL

She was, in all sense of the word, immoral. There was not one sin she had not committed in her almost twenty-five years of life and she found that the seven deadly sins only seemed to make life better. Monogomous relationships - when you had more than three - seemed to lead to monotonous sex that only seemed to lead down a road of boredom. There inlay the reason as to why she always spiced her life up with sins: she got bored far too often. Besides, she had lived with sins for so long that she no longer believed any sin was... in the wrong. Having sex with a sixteen year old when you were over eighteen merely meant you had given that person more experience, as did the use of any other sin.

fears:

There are three fears that are deeply seeded in Orchid's brain, so much so that not even her father will speak about them for fear that he'll set off a mental break down. She worries - obsesses - about the possibility of finding someone to esettle down with and ending up at the wrong end of domestic abused, which is either end. It's obvious that she's capable of committing domestic abuse, but it's far less believed that she would be the victim of abuse. However, once you're abused as a child, you're much more likely to be abused again.
Clowns have painted on smiles - greasy paint that gets everywhere and the fact that clowns can pack themselves into tiny cars makes no sense whatsoever! Besides, no person on earth - in Orchid's mind - is at all able to be that happy and satisified with themselves. Therefore, that was the reason as to why Orchid was so afraid of them. If a person was able to put on a facade that perfect - of that much happiness - then how would she ever be able to find someone who wasn't constantly lying to her?
Committment - it was a frightening word. To commit yourself to one person meant that you were never going to be with another person while you were with them. Monotony would close in on you like the black tunnel of light that most victims saw as they were being choked to death, their vision tunneling as they gasped for breath. It was the way she felt about it - she was being choked and closed in. She was alone in the fight, even though there was someone else in the room. It was bad, bad...

secrets:

She was engaged at the age of twenty-one, though it broke off by the age of twenty-two because of the fact that she could keep her knees closed. The man had been the love of her life and was named Neil. It was almost ironic - his name - considering the fact that he had caught her cheating on him while she was kneeling in front of a man's lap with his... bits in her mouth. It was the last straw to break her heart and she still has not recovered. Nor has she told anyone about it. Not even her father.
She's a jewel theif - one of the leading female jewel theives in the world. Her head quarters was in Melbourne, Australia and the rest of her 'clan' of theives lived there. However, she bounced around the entire world hoping to find something that would tie her down to one place. Perhaps something that would finally make her stop in her tracks and realize that she wasn't completely alone. But that was preposterous.

goals:

Her life was centered around herself and she couldn't have given less of a shit about anyone else in her life that she happened to come across. But one of her main goals was to find someone to share her life with. She wanted to share the glory of her life with someone - anyone - that would appreciate her for who she was even though she was a sadistic, uncontrollable jewel theif. And then came in her second goal in life - she wanted to be richer than she had ever dreamed possible for herself. The jewels meant nothing, but the money to support herself and to support a possible family mattered. In which lead her last goal in life: to have at least one child. She wanted to know the joy of having a small, insignificant being pass through her body and become a miracle in her arms. She wanted to have someone that would depend on her and love her unconditionally.
But never - never! - would she admit to it.

WHEN I GET HOME

family:

Father --> Sergei Nikolaevna. Not much is known about the man save for the fact that he is the leading theif of the last thirty years. He has dark brown eyes and dark brown hair, is around six feet tall, and is far more stern than any eight year old should've had to deal with.

Mother --> Kiryl Nikolaevna, though her maiden name was Tarasov. She looks exactly like Orchid, though she's now deceased. She was burned to death - along with Orchid's siblings in a fire when Orchid was eight.

Sister - Older --> Andrea Nikolaevna was ten years old when she was burned to death in her home while she and Orchid were sleeping. Andrea inhaled too much of the gases - and smoke - and passed out before she could do be saved. She had curly, light brown hair along with light brown eyes and the spirit of a nymph.

Brother - Older --> Alexander Nikolaevna was twelve years old when he was burned to death as he attempted to save his two younger sister with the help of his mother. The pair were trapped in the basement and burned to death.

history:

For the first eight years of her life, Orchid was a very happy child. Only a few of her extended family members were living, but she was content with the fact that her sister was her best friend and she completely understood the fact that she and her brother were always going to fight even though they loved each other very much. Though her father beat her for mistakes she made, her mother was literally the only person she ever wanted to confess her sins or secrets to. She valued every person in her family, no matter what they did to her.

She went to a normal, public school her entire life and her mother taught her simple, useful home-maker things like knitting, sowing, and cooking. The only thing that she was taught by her father was how to protect herself using martial arts. But she took care of herself and leaned on her mother and sister for every little thing that she could.

Then came the night her family died. A fire was set in the barn next to her house and it quickly spread to her home. By the time her father and brother smelt the smoke and awoke, Orchid's older sister was dead and her mother was trapped in the basement. Her brother dashed to save her mother and her father quickly dragged her out of the house as he muttered about how she would be a prodigy.

The image stuck in her mind for the next five years as her father trained her to be bigger, better, stronger, and smarter. The man beat her into dominance and showed her what it was like to deal with sins. He made her into the would famous jewel theif that she was today - uncatchable.

By the time she was twenty, she found the man of her dreams and quickly began to settle down with him. They had a wild romance that lasted for nearly a year until he found her face between another man's legs. She begged him to stay and told him that she would never do it again, but he left. She broke his heart and he broke hers...

Nearly four years later, Orchid was still suffering from heartache and hadn't shared her soul with another man or woman since. She had earned millions of dollars in the last few years and had more flings than she could count. The only thing she was currently worried about was the fact that she may've found a home - a home that she could stay in and never be judged for her sins.

pets: this should be self explanatory! but relax, you're almost done!

FROM US TO YOU

ooc name: Courtney Murder, though you can just call me Courtney.
age: sixteen years of age.
years roleplaying: Four...?
other characters: Well, Neil will be my other character tomorrow. ...Hopefully.
how did you hear about us: Through an old role playing friend I hadn't talked to in ages.
roleplay sample: [ I'm using a new introduction for a plot I've come up with.]
The room had been painted two different colors – one a rich dark blue color and the other a royal purple. Where the two colors met, they had been swirled together almost as though they were to look like clouds. The floors were a dark wood and had obviously seen better days. A small desk occupied one corner of the large room and was cluttered with papers, notebooks, and artistic supplies. Three large, mirrored doors closed in a walk-in closet and hid the young adult’s unmentionables and mentionables along with five entire shelves of books. One ceiling fan cooled the room, spinning at its’ highest setting.

However, it was very unlikely that much of this would be noticed. The room was almost darker than night, even though it was almost eleven o’clock in the morning. What was the reason for this? Two purple curtains hung over the two windows on one side of the room. Before the material had become curtains, it had been part of a rather thick blanket. The blanket was, for all purposes, a light-blocker.

Perhaps you’re wondering why a person would do such. There was only one answer: a third-shift worker.

Yes; the female who currently inhabited the room worked in a job where she had to come in at ungodly times of the night and work. It may’ve been a well-paying job, but she had to admit that the lack of sleep was rather annoying considering the fact that it wasn’t her fault. She had been stuck with the room facing the east, which was the direction the sun rose. Therefore, she was unable to sleep past the time the sun rose. But she had fixed that situation. The slumbering female had strung up the improvised curtains.

Speaking of the slumbering female, she was currently hidden by the blankets that hadn’t been tossed off in her sleep as she thrashed around in her bed. They wrapped around her curvaceous body like a cocoon, appearing as though they were a second skin made of cotton. Her bosom rose up and down quickly, one arm thrown over both of her eyes as she moaned lightly in distress. Her skin was drenched with sweat, though her body was cold to the touch.

She gasped softly and thrashed onto her right side, the blankets revealing her white-clad bottom. Her dark brows furrowed together and both of her hands were thrown up against the head of the bed as a tear began to run down her cheeks and into her hip-length, dark brown hair. Something was obviously wrong, but what?

A soft buzzing sounded from one side of the room, a cell phone falling off a night table and crashing to the floor. The crash alerted a small animal in the corner of the room which mewled loudly before hissing at the device as it buzzed toward the corner. The large tiger bounded toward the female’s bed and pounced up onto her.

A loud scream echoed throughout the room, the female flailing around in her blankets. Her hands finally found what had entered her bed and she sighed heavily in exasperation, her bright blue eyes staring up at the ceiling.

“Every morning, Adonia?” the female questioned, narrowing her eyes at the playful tigress. Gently scratching the top of the cat’s head, she rolled onto her side and glanced at the clock on her night table. “Well, I suppose it’s as good of a time to wake up as any.”

Crawling out of bed and stretching her arms to the ceiling, she watched the cat begin to make a nest of the blankets. The morning was no different than any other she had, she supposed. Adonia had woken her up ten minutes earlier than what she had wanted and her cell phone was lying on the floor as it vibrated. Text messages – more than likely from her angered family members – continued to assault the poor device, it almost hidden by her bed.

She padded her way toward the bathroom and began to strip out of her clothing. Turning the hot water on in the shower, she ran her fingers gently through her hair before brushing it. The mirror steamed up and she turned on the cold water until the temperature was just right. As she stepped into the stall, the water pounded down onto her already sweat-drenched skin and a soft, contented sigh slipped from her throat. It was so wonderful to feel something so calming after a night filled with nightmares.

Her bright blue eyes closed slowly and she dumped a handful of shampoo into her palm before beginning to lather it into her hair. She washed the suds out quickly and sighed contentedly as she stood underneath the water faucet. There was just something so relaxing about being able to stand in the shower – underneath the pounding water – and not worrying about a single thing except that water. It was almost… peaceful.

Almost.

A loud crash came from the other side of her bathroom door and she winced, realizing that Addy was alone. She supposed that the only thing she could do was finish her shower and get out. Therefore, she quickly shaved her legs and arm pits – causing multiple small scrapes – and washed her body off as thoroughly as she possibly could before hopping out and wrapping a towel around her body.

“Addy!” she called, opening the door to the bathroom and turning toward the mirror. She stared deeply into the reflective surface for a few moments, wondering whether it was a waste to put make-up on today or if it would be worth it. After all, she didn’t see many men besides her flat-mate and she was going to be home for a few hours before work. She hadn’t made plans with anyone to go out before work.

Deciding that it was best just to be ready for work, she began to line her lower lids with black eye liner. It wasn’t that trashy, thick-lined business that ‘scene kids’ used all the time. Honestly, she didn’t see any reason to do any more than she needed. A little black eye liner and mascara was enough for work. No eye shadow was applied to her lids and she decided that she looked beautiful enough with her hair merely brushed.

She began to brush her teeth as she moved from her bathroom and into her bedroom, picking out jeans, a tee-shirt, and undergarments to wear for the day. The clothing was thrown into the bathroom as she kneeled down to scratch behind Addy’s orange ears before moving to spit the toothpaste foam into the sink. A bit of mouthwash was swished around in her mouth before she spit that out as well, spraying her body with a perfume and pulling on her clothing.

As she walked back into her bedroom, she pulled her bathroom door closed behind herself and slipped on her black flats. It took her a few moments to get to the bedroom door, seeing as Addy had been attacking her legs, but she managed it and pushed open the door. She scooped Adonia up into her arms and pressed a soft kiss to the top of the kitten’s head, cuddling her before letting the small animal run off to romp around the house. Most likely, Adonia would end up attempting to eat something either Orchid or her flat-mate had left laying around.

A small cup of coffee sat on the countertop and Orchid quickly dumped it into the sink, knowing it was left from the night before when the neighbors had apparently thought she was being beaten. However, she had merely been watching pornography at an inappropriate sound level. That had been an accident, but she had quickly fixed it and went to bed… unhappy and unsatisfied.

Filling the cup with the newly brewed coffee, she poured a bit of creamer into the cup and began to stir the liquids together gently. She grabbed an apple from the fridge and bit down into it hard, a crisp crunch sounding from the food. A glance over her shoulder made her raise her brows in surprise, finding the living room completely empty. It was very unlike her flat-mate not to be up at this point.

Then again, she was unsure as to whether she wanted him to be up at the moment.

Moving into the living room, she plopped down onto the couch before turning on the television. A black and white newspaper sat on the coffee table before her and she picked it up, staring at the color picture. There was a large group of both men and women standing in front of the photographer, staring solemnly at the camera. The headline to the article, however, was the disturbing part.

TROUPS TO DEPLOY TO IRAQ.

She always knew there was going to be a point in her life where she would have to choose between family and friends and work. However, she had hoped – when she had enlisted in the army – that she would never face that day. That perhaps she would be one of the lucky ones and would not have to worry about being sent to the hell-hole called Iraq. But the day had come and she was only a few months away from leaving for Iraq.

And, as scary as Iraq could be, she was even more frightened of how her flat-mate would react.

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[TESS!]

It would be great if you could expand on her history since it's a bit on the short side. Other than that, the app is good. After that, acceptance!

[LONDON!]

accepted!


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