Post by TK Davis on Aug 13, 2008 21:07:01 GMT -6
there's those eyes again
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Come to my world, child of the night,
Come out of your darkness and into my light,
Looking for you all of your life,
Don't be afraid - it'll be all right...
one hundred bodies fill this
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age «[/color] 17
experience «[/color] 5 years
other characters «[/color] none as of yet
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you won't even know i'm
[/i][/color] gone[/b][/color][/font][/center]character's full name «[/color] Tamber-Kaden Davis
Shorts «[/color] TK
Age «[/color] 19
Birthday «[/color] January 7
Sexuality «[/color] Bisexual
Alliance «[/color] Neutral
Position «[/color] Slayer
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[/b][/color][/font][/center]Eyes «[/color] Hazel
Hair «[/color] Naturally brown, but dyed red
Height «[/color] 5‘6“
Weight «[/color] 109 lbs.
Tattoos/Piercings/Distinguishing Features «[/color] Both ears pierced, a tattoo of the infinity symbol on the back of her neck
Play-By «[/color] Hayley Williams
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[/i][/color] again[/b][/color][/font][/center]Likes «[/color] Slaying, martial arts, knives, drinking, partying, sex, rock music, breaking the rules, spicy food, roller coasters, driving fast, pissing people off
Dislikes «[/color] Authority, brown nosers, losing (in anything), expectations, parents, children, working, nosy people, anyone that might get in her way, small cities, demons
Strengths «[/color] Confidence, slaying, ability to dissociate, stubbornness
Weaknesses «[/color] Very impulsive, easily baited, hotheaded, confidence
Fears «[/color] Dying, someone close to her dying
Habits «[/color] Smoking, drinking, playing with knives/daggers
Goals «[/color] Kill every demon she comes across
Lock Box «[/color] She's so afraid of losing someone else that she puts up a wall to keep people out
Overall Personality «[/color]
TK is a difficult person, to say the least. She always has to have something her way and can‘t stand being told what to do. In fact, if someone tries to tell her what to do, she‘ll deliberately do the opposite (unless she agrees with the person‘s decision). She‘s very confident in her abilities as a slayer and can be very arrogant at times, which is why whenever she loses a challenge, game, bet, etc., her ego takes a big hit. To those who stick around long enough to befriend her, she can be a loyal friend who‘ll listen to whatever you have to say and never judge you. However, she‘s only met one person who‘s been able to tolerate her for that long, and they‘re long dead.
TK is very reckless and is constantly diving into situations just to prove that she’s capable of handling them. She is very easily provoked and her temper flairs quickly when someone insults or challenges her; the girl simply can’t turn down a challenge, no matter how dangerous or stupid it may be. She hates being scolded or talked down to and has a hard time handling criticism, but perhaps that’s just what she needs; someone to put her in her place and shut her up.
TK hardly trusts anybody, mainly because everyone she’s ever trusted has ended up betraying her or dying, which is more painful than betrayal itself. She first discovered her slayer powers when she was fifteen and trained vigorously on her own. She thought it was cool, having the ability to kick anyone’s ass, but never had any real intention of being a “hero” or anything like that. At least, until she was coming back from a party with her best and only friend one night and they were attacked by a horde of demons. TK did her best to fend them off and managed to kill the lot of them, but not before her friend was mortally wounded. Losing the only person close to her shattered TK’s heart and since that moment, she’s been sure to hold people at arm’s length so she never has to feel that pain again.
TK often hides her feelings behind sarcastic or rude comments and has a reputation for being quite the party girl. When she’s not spending her nights slaying, she’s hitting a nightclub where she’s drinking, partying, and having a good time. She has a total disregard for the law and will do whatever she wants, as long as she’s having a good time doing it. She’s robbed stores, stolen cars, destroyed public property and done a lot of things in the name of a “good time.” Some say she has no conscience, but deep down, she is a good person. Just very misguided and afraid to admit it.
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[/i][/color] with shoelace[/b][/color][/font][/center]Father «[/color] Unknown
Mother «[/color] Allison Davis
Siblings «[/color] None that she knows of
Hometown «[/color] New York City, NY
Heritage «[/color] American
Other «[/color] None
Best Memory «[/color] Meeting her best friend, Cassandra
Worst Memory «[/color] Losing her best friend
Overall History «[/color]
Born January 7, 1989 to Allison Davis and a man she would never know, from that moment, TK was alone in the world. Her mother never told her who her father was or spoke of him, and TK never met him. Ever since she was an infant, her mother wasn’t a very caring one. She would often leave TK by herself for hours at a time, crying and screaming for affection that she would never receive.
When TK was seven, Social Services took her away from her mother who was suffering from a drug addiction and had no means to support a child. TK was placed in a foster home with very overbearing foster parents and a vicious foster “sister.” After a few months in their care, TK intentionally injured herself and faked child abuse so that Social Services would take her away. They did, and they put her in another foster home with even worse parents. This time, the abuse was real. The couple had three “perfect” children who never caused problems, so every time TK screwed up (which was quite often), she was punished severely for it. They tried to turn her into a perfect, obedient child, but that never happened. She ran away at age nine, but was found by the police and Social Services placed her in a group home.
Life at the group home wasn’t so bad; it taught her to be tough and fend for herself, which she did. One of the older kids, Joey, taught her how to kick box and she became very good at it. She attended school regularly where she caused a lot of problems, but nothing very serious, just speaking out in class, refusing to follow direction and playing badly with other children. That was, until TK met Cassandra Herron. Cassandra, or “Cassi,” became the first person that was truly kind to TK. She never judged her or tried to change her into something else, and the two became very close.
As TK got older, she became more rebellious and started causing more trouble. She was breaking into peoples’ homes, shoplifting, defacing public property and nobody knew quite what to do with the girl. Cassandra was having problems at home with her parents, so TK suggested that they run away to New Jersey and live on their own. They were only fourteen at the time and life wasn’t easy, but they were able to live in homeless shelters, squat in buildings and just get by. A year later, TK discovered her slayer powers, but she didn’t know what it meant or why she had them. She used them to her advantage and to cause more problems, until she started encountering demons, then she used them to eliminate them. One night, while out drinking at a party with Cassie, the two girls were walking alone down the street when they were attacked by a bunch of demons. TK could defend herself, but Cassie couldn’t and was fatally stabbed by one of the demons. She watched as her friend died because of her carelessness and slowly sunk into a sort of depression.
Since Cassie’s death, TK has been moving around the country, never staying in one place too long. She harbors an unrivaled hatred for demons and vows to kill every one she comes across, hoping to find some sort of solace in the act. She protects humans when she gets the chance not because she sees herself as a hero or is obligated to do so, but because of her vast hatred for demons and need to get stronger. Every time someone tries to get close to her, she pushes them away and every time someone stands in her path in any way, shape or form, she views that person merely as an obstacle and is determined to overcome them.
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[/b][/color][/font][/center]Member Title «[/color] Slayer
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As she walked down the dingy allyway, she exhaled a puff of smoke before flicking her cigarette to the pavement. TK had never been to LA before, but was dying to check it out. She had heard that some pretty gruesome demons had set up residence in the California city.
She traveled a lot and had been all over the USA, from the east coast to the south and now to the west coast. She never did stay in one place too long, because that meant things became familiar and when something became familiar, that was because you allowed yourself to get comfortable. No, TK never wanted "comfort." She wanted revenge and a little bit of fun, and she would never get that by settling down.
Her quiet walk in the darkness alone was interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind her. Most people would feel their pulse begin to race with a sense of fear, but not her. She stopped, a smirk spreading across her face as she hoped for the worst; that meant there was something to beat the boredom.
She turned around to spot a man... well, not so much a man and more of a vampire. His fangs were clearly visable even in the darkness and she heard a low growl coming from night dwelling monster.
"Little girls shouldn't be out alone at night," he chimed.
"Really? Then you should probably head back home before a big bad monster comes and gobbles you up," she countered.
The creatures laughed, then lunged at her at a quick speed that an average human wouldn't be able to anticipate of dodge. She hadn't made any attempt to dodge his assault, though. In fact, she let the vampire leap right into her, grabbing her shoulders.
"This might hurt a little," he said with a smirk.
"That's my line."
The vampire shot her a questioning look, then his eyes widened as he looked down and saw that she had nestled a hunting knive into his chest when he had dove at her. He gave her a shocked expression before turning into a pile of dust.
"Moron," she mumbled, placing her knife back in its holster on her hip.
She continued on into the night.
She traveled a lot and had been all over the USA, from the east coast to the south and now to the west coast. She never did stay in one place too long, because that meant things became familiar and when something became familiar, that was because you allowed yourself to get comfortable. No, TK never wanted "comfort." She wanted revenge and a little bit of fun, and she would never get that by settling down.
Her quiet walk in the darkness alone was interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind her. Most people would feel their pulse begin to race with a sense of fear, but not her. She stopped, a smirk spreading across her face as she hoped for the worst; that meant there was something to beat the boredom.
She turned around to spot a man... well, not so much a man and more of a vampire. His fangs were clearly visable even in the darkness and she heard a low growl coming from night dwelling monster.
"Little girls shouldn't be out alone at night," he chimed.
"Really? Then you should probably head back home before a big bad monster comes and gobbles you up," she countered.
The creatures laughed, then lunged at her at a quick speed that an average human wouldn't be able to anticipate of dodge. She hadn't made any attempt to dodge his assault, though. In fact, she let the vampire leap right into her, grabbing her shoulders.
"This might hurt a little," he said with a smirk.
"That's my line."
The vampire shot her a questioning look, then his eyes widened as he looked down and saw that she had nestled a hunting knive into his chest when he had dove at her. He gave her a shocked expression before turning into a pile of dust.
"Moron," she mumbled, placing her knife back in its holster on her hip.
She continued on into the night.
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