Post by Megan Marie LaVey on Aug 12, 2010 20:46:56 GMT -7
How did you find us? Well, if not for me, there would be no us.
First Name: Megan
Middle Name: Marie
Last Name: LaVey
Age: 25
Height/Weight: 5'6" 114lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brunette
Character description/personality: Megan is a bitch, straight up. She's fiercely loyal to those she holds close to her, and very suspicious of others. She had a hard life growing up, which contributes to her harsh attitude today. A real rough & tumble kind of girl. Has no problem getting into a fist fight, with anyone....
She's stunningly beautiful, and often uses that to her advantage. Tall and slender with seductive eyes.
She's a "bad girl" in every sense of the word. Smokes, drinks, swears, does some drugs.
A skilled thief, a deadly accurate shot, good with knives & guns.
Kleptomaniac. Car thief. Bank robber....thief in general. Con artist.
She's narcissistic, manipulative, and a self-confessed sadomasochist.
Various tattoos are Marilyn Monroe’s portrait on her arm, a tribal symbol on her left arm and a star and crescent tattoo on top of her ankle. And how could we forget the cursive letter "Brian" tattoo that is slightly south of her waist, for her first love who died at her drunken step-father's hands. "We will all laugh at gilded butterflies", is located on her back, behind the right shoulder. Right on the center of the back of her neck there’s a symbol of strength tattooed in Chinese calligraphy. Tribal tattoo with two waves to show her affection for the seas, & to symbolize her imperfect and rebellious nature on her wrist. On her left ribcage is written: "there once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her HEART"
Persuasion: Evil, Dangerous
Type of Creature: Human
Powers: Skilled with guns & rifles, deadly aim. Street fighter, cheap shots, "dirty" fighter. Swift. Sneaky. Can pick locks & pockets, hot wire cars, & hack computers. Has learned some of Jackson's trades, such as cards & conning, as well as honing her skills in fighting.
Weaknesses: Jackson Lee. As a human, she's not at all invincible, and though she's strong & likes pain, she can be hurt & killed.
History: Megan grew up in an abusive, broken home in Chicago, Illinois. Her father left when she was an infant, due to her mother's growing addictions. Her mother wasted no time finding a number of other men to step into and out of their lives. Eventually Jim came along. Abusive alcoholic Jim. Her mother had been on every drug known to man, was also an alcoholic, and more verbally and emotionally abusive to Megan. That is, when she even realized Megan was around. In some ways, Megan was left to raise herself, and wait on her mother and her constantly drunk step-father. He happened to be a mean drunk, while her mother moved on to become a heroin addict. This was how Megan's life was from the time she was 8 until she was 13. Verbal abuse from both parents, physical and sexual abuse from her step-father. Drugs, strange men and women that streamed in and out of the house, booze, fights, sex....all this she saw on a daily basis. She learned fast how to defend herself, and some less savory antics as well. Chicago was a big city, there was a lot of trouble for her to get into. Even if her parents lived off of social security, welfare, Jim's disability, and unemployment checks, they seemed to be pretty well off. Appearances were often deceiving.
By 13 she was smoking, drinking, swearing, had even done cocaine and marijuana, every damn day. She was no virgin either, but that was thanks to her step-father Jim long before she'd fooled around with some of the older boys at school. She began stealing things. First small things from stores, lipstick, gum. Gradually working up to clothing, money from friend's houses or her own (when it could be found). She'd even nick some of the drugs or prescriptions from her house and sell them on the street. All because she could.
The boys at school wanted to fuck her, the girls at school mostly hated her. Fights were not uncommon for her at school, and they were normal for her at home.
At 16, things really started to get out of control. For the most part she was truant or absent from school, and had been since 8th grade. As a Freshman, she was hanging on thin ice, ending the year with expulsion. But that year she met a boy, more than just a guy from school to have a good time with, but a guy that really cared. Brian. He stole things for her, taught her to hot wire a car and took her on joy rides. He was gentle with her when they fucked, until she started proclaiming she liked it rough. REALLY rough. Of course, that was all credit to her step-father as well. Every night he came to her, her mom nodding out on the couch, high as hell on heroin. He'd beat her up, force her to experience and endure things she never should have had to face. And she came to like it. To crave it. And Brian would do anything for Megan. "I'd even kill for you sweetheart. I swear I would." He won her heart. Her first love. And her first loss.
Jim had taken her mother for a run. That meant he was taking her out to score. Whenever they went on a run, it would be hours if not days, sometimes weeks, before they returned. Friday night, no reason for Megan to expect them back until after the weekend. Brian came right over. She lit candles, ones her mother kept in the house to cook down her heroin, but this time, they were lit for ambiance. A romantic atmosphere. Aside from the reek of stale smoke, sweat, vomit, and a strange chemical smell from a failed meth lab....it was romantic enough for her, and for Brian.
He had her bend over the kitchen counter, both of them drunk off cheap wine, and he was pulling her hair while he pounded himself into her. As she screamed in climax, the front door banged open. Jim rounded the corner, high as hell and with murder in his eyes. "GET THE FUCK OFF HER YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" Jim advanced on the two of them, his large hand wrapped around Brian's neck. He forced them apart, shoving Megan into the corner hard while he bashed Brian's head on the counter over, and over. Blood ran down the cupboards, Megan pulled at her step-father's arms, scream at the top of her lungs. "Stop it! Get the fuck off him Jim! Leave him alone you asshole!!!" She took an elbow to the face, and with one more crack of Brian's head off the counter, Jim dropped the boy and turned to Megan.
He pulled her over to him, shoved her down, yanked down his zipper and pushed himself into her face, telling Brian all the while how she belonged to him. How the only prick in her would be his, not some little punk's junk. He forced her mouth on him while Brian watched, nearly unconscious, unable to do anything for her. Pulling himself from her mouth, she choked and gagged as he threw her onto her stomach and sodomized her. All the while Brian slipped further from consciousness.
Broken and bruised, used up and abused again, Megan sat curled in the kitchen corner while she watched Jim repeat his actions on Brian. Only while he sodomized Brian, he gave the boy's head one more up close meeting with the counter's corner. Bone cracked, more blood poured from Brian's head, dribbling down the counter. He was dead. Gone. No more Brian.
It only took 2 days for Megan to recover and get her revenge. Her faded out mother had OD'd at the dealers and was now rotting in rehab. Jim kept a .22 in their room. Late Monday night, after using Megan, he went to take a piss. He'd tied her to his bed, but over time, his brutality to her body worked the ropes loose enough for her to slip free. While he was in the bathroom, she pulled her wrists free. Naked and bloody, bruises both fresh and fading covering her body, she stumbled to the dresser, yanking open the top drawer. Behind the needles and baggies lay the .22. Brian had taught her to shoot. Drove her out to the edge of town once, shot bottles and cans with his 9mm. She clicked off the safety, the .22 was loaded, and when Jim rounded the corner he didn't even get to finish whatever he would have said. His mouth opened, rage in his eyes, but the only sound was the gunshot. She didn't stop at one, she emptied the gun into him. Above the gunshots she screamed, cursing him.
It wasn't just her own blood she was covered in now. Reloading the .22, packing a bag, grabbing all the cash, cigarettes, and drugs in the house, she prepared to get the fuck out of dodge. She dug through Jim's pants for the keys to his BMW, threw her shit in the car and drove. Somewhere in Ohio, she didn't know how many hours she'd driven, the meth she'd brought along kept her up for the drive, but screwed with her time perception. She stopped for food, more cigarettes (thanks to the fake ID Brian had make for her), more gas, and spotted at tattoo parlor. With the last of her cash, she had Brian's name tattooed.
Her life of crime increased. She manipulated, bribed, and stole to have enough money to get her whatever and wherever she wanted. And one day, she met her soul mate. Jackson Lee. He had that roughness she needed, that deadly edge. He was dangerous, lethal, brutal, had that Southern charm she couldn't resist, and was sexy as hell. They fell into bed, and into love at first sight. Now inseparable, the two are a modern day Bonnie and Clyde, the new Natural Born Killers.
Canon or Original?: Original
Character is from (series, book, creator, or author, if it applies): From Azazel's brain, based off characters he's created.
First Name: Megan
Middle Name: Marie
Last Name: LaVey
Age: 25
Height/Weight: 5'6" 114lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brunette
Character description/personality: Megan is a bitch, straight up. She's fiercely loyal to those she holds close to her, and very suspicious of others. She had a hard life growing up, which contributes to her harsh attitude today. A real rough & tumble kind of girl. Has no problem getting into a fist fight, with anyone....
She's stunningly beautiful, and often uses that to her advantage. Tall and slender with seductive eyes.
She's a "bad girl" in every sense of the word. Smokes, drinks, swears, does some drugs.
A skilled thief, a deadly accurate shot, good with knives & guns.
Kleptomaniac. Car thief. Bank robber....thief in general. Con artist.
She's narcissistic, manipulative, and a self-confessed sadomasochist.
Various tattoos are Marilyn Monroe’s portrait on her arm, a tribal symbol on her left arm and a star and crescent tattoo on top of her ankle. And how could we forget the cursive letter "Brian" tattoo that is slightly south of her waist, for her first love who died at her drunken step-father's hands. "We will all laugh at gilded butterflies", is located on her back, behind the right shoulder. Right on the center of the back of her neck there’s a symbol of strength tattooed in Chinese calligraphy. Tribal tattoo with two waves to show her affection for the seas, & to symbolize her imperfect and rebellious nature on her wrist. On her left ribcage is written: "there once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her HEART"
Persuasion: Evil, Dangerous
Type of Creature: Human
Powers: Skilled with guns & rifles, deadly aim. Street fighter, cheap shots, "dirty" fighter. Swift. Sneaky. Can pick locks & pockets, hot wire cars, & hack computers. Has learned some of Jackson's trades, such as cards & conning, as well as honing her skills in fighting.
Weaknesses: Jackson Lee. As a human, she's not at all invincible, and though she's strong & likes pain, she can be hurt & killed.
History: Megan grew up in an abusive, broken home in Chicago, Illinois. Her father left when she was an infant, due to her mother's growing addictions. Her mother wasted no time finding a number of other men to step into and out of their lives. Eventually Jim came along. Abusive alcoholic Jim. Her mother had been on every drug known to man, was also an alcoholic, and more verbally and emotionally abusive to Megan. That is, when she even realized Megan was around. In some ways, Megan was left to raise herself, and wait on her mother and her constantly drunk step-father. He happened to be a mean drunk, while her mother moved on to become a heroin addict. This was how Megan's life was from the time she was 8 until she was 13. Verbal abuse from both parents, physical and sexual abuse from her step-father. Drugs, strange men and women that streamed in and out of the house, booze, fights, sex....all this she saw on a daily basis. She learned fast how to defend herself, and some less savory antics as well. Chicago was a big city, there was a lot of trouble for her to get into. Even if her parents lived off of social security, welfare, Jim's disability, and unemployment checks, they seemed to be pretty well off. Appearances were often deceiving.
By 13 she was smoking, drinking, swearing, had even done cocaine and marijuana, every damn day. She was no virgin either, but that was thanks to her step-father Jim long before she'd fooled around with some of the older boys at school. She began stealing things. First small things from stores, lipstick, gum. Gradually working up to clothing, money from friend's houses or her own (when it could be found). She'd even nick some of the drugs or prescriptions from her house and sell them on the street. All because she could.
The boys at school wanted to fuck her, the girls at school mostly hated her. Fights were not uncommon for her at school, and they were normal for her at home.
At 16, things really started to get out of control. For the most part she was truant or absent from school, and had been since 8th grade. As a Freshman, she was hanging on thin ice, ending the year with expulsion. But that year she met a boy, more than just a guy from school to have a good time with, but a guy that really cared. Brian. He stole things for her, taught her to hot wire a car and took her on joy rides. He was gentle with her when they fucked, until she started proclaiming she liked it rough. REALLY rough. Of course, that was all credit to her step-father as well. Every night he came to her, her mom nodding out on the couch, high as hell on heroin. He'd beat her up, force her to experience and endure things she never should have had to face. And she came to like it. To crave it. And Brian would do anything for Megan. "I'd even kill for you sweetheart. I swear I would." He won her heart. Her first love. And her first loss.
Jim had taken her mother for a run. That meant he was taking her out to score. Whenever they went on a run, it would be hours if not days, sometimes weeks, before they returned. Friday night, no reason for Megan to expect them back until after the weekend. Brian came right over. She lit candles, ones her mother kept in the house to cook down her heroin, but this time, they were lit for ambiance. A romantic atmosphere. Aside from the reek of stale smoke, sweat, vomit, and a strange chemical smell from a failed meth lab....it was romantic enough for her, and for Brian.
He had her bend over the kitchen counter, both of them drunk off cheap wine, and he was pulling her hair while he pounded himself into her. As she screamed in climax, the front door banged open. Jim rounded the corner, high as hell and with murder in his eyes. "GET THE FUCK OFF HER YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" Jim advanced on the two of them, his large hand wrapped around Brian's neck. He forced them apart, shoving Megan into the corner hard while he bashed Brian's head on the counter over, and over. Blood ran down the cupboards, Megan pulled at her step-father's arms, scream at the top of her lungs. "Stop it! Get the fuck off him Jim! Leave him alone you asshole!!!" She took an elbow to the face, and with one more crack of Brian's head off the counter, Jim dropped the boy and turned to Megan.
He pulled her over to him, shoved her down, yanked down his zipper and pushed himself into her face, telling Brian all the while how she belonged to him. How the only prick in her would be his, not some little punk's junk. He forced her mouth on him while Brian watched, nearly unconscious, unable to do anything for her. Pulling himself from her mouth, she choked and gagged as he threw her onto her stomach and sodomized her. All the while Brian slipped further from consciousness.
Broken and bruised, used up and abused again, Megan sat curled in the kitchen corner while she watched Jim repeat his actions on Brian. Only while he sodomized Brian, he gave the boy's head one more up close meeting with the counter's corner. Bone cracked, more blood poured from Brian's head, dribbling down the counter. He was dead. Gone. No more Brian.
It only took 2 days for Megan to recover and get her revenge. Her faded out mother had OD'd at the dealers and was now rotting in rehab. Jim kept a .22 in their room. Late Monday night, after using Megan, he went to take a piss. He'd tied her to his bed, but over time, his brutality to her body worked the ropes loose enough for her to slip free. While he was in the bathroom, she pulled her wrists free. Naked and bloody, bruises both fresh and fading covering her body, she stumbled to the dresser, yanking open the top drawer. Behind the needles and baggies lay the .22. Brian had taught her to shoot. Drove her out to the edge of town once, shot bottles and cans with his 9mm. She clicked off the safety, the .22 was loaded, and when Jim rounded the corner he didn't even get to finish whatever he would have said. His mouth opened, rage in his eyes, but the only sound was the gunshot. She didn't stop at one, she emptied the gun into him. Above the gunshots she screamed, cursing him.
It wasn't just her own blood she was covered in now. Reloading the .22, packing a bag, grabbing all the cash, cigarettes, and drugs in the house, she prepared to get the fuck out of dodge. She dug through Jim's pants for the keys to his BMW, threw her shit in the car and drove. Somewhere in Ohio, she didn't know how many hours she'd driven, the meth she'd brought along kept her up for the drive, but screwed with her time perception. She stopped for food, more cigarettes (thanks to the fake ID Brian had make for her), more gas, and spotted at tattoo parlor. With the last of her cash, she had Brian's name tattooed.
Her life of crime increased. She manipulated, bribed, and stole to have enough money to get her whatever and wherever she wanted. And one day, she met her soul mate. Jackson Lee. He had that roughness she needed, that deadly edge. He was dangerous, lethal, brutal, had that Southern charm she couldn't resist, and was sexy as hell. They fell into bed, and into love at first sight. Now inseparable, the two are a modern day Bonnie and Clyde, the new Natural Born Killers.
Canon or Original?: Original
Character is from (series, book, creator, or author, if it applies): From Azazel's brain, based off characters he's created.
