Post by Laima Fortuna on Oct 27, 2014 16:30:45 GMT -8
Laima Katherine Fortuna
Who do you work for?:
None
Theme song:
Luck Be a Lady - Frank Sinatra
Physical/Psychological Description:
Laima is a petite blone, about 5'3", with blonde hair and blue eyes. She is incredibly intelligent and charmingly sarcastic, and despite her elven blood and pedigree she is remarkably down-to-earth.
Playby :
Natalie Dormer
Age:
115
Gender:
Female
Race:
The Gods Made Me A Grey Elf (turned god)
Height:
5'3"
Weight:
120 pounds
What is it you're looking for?:
Straight
Hooking up?:
Single
Class::
My Profession Is Greater God
Languages:
The languages I speak are All
Statistics:
The numbers you have to chose from are 18,16,14,14,12,10. Each number can only be used once.
Strength: 50
Dexterity: 50
Constitution: 50 (-2)
Intelligence: 50 (+4)
Wisdom: 50
Charisma: 50
Dexterity: 50
Constitution: 50 (-2)
Intelligence: 50 (+4)
Wisdom: 50
Charisma: 50
Abilities:
All
Weapon(s):
Small stiletto blade, 1 silver coin
Transportation:
Teleportation
Disposition to the Law:
NEUTRAL
Alignment:
NEUTRAL
Phobias:
Confinement, being bound/tied up
Obsession:
Gambling
Vice:
Greed
Virtue:
Patience
Background:
The chains binding her arms over her head extended about two feet up to the ceiling. The manacles clapped around her wrists had rubbed her skin raw and chafed, and the downward force of her body put immense strain on her shoulders. She dangled from the ceiling with her bare toes just barely touching the floor.
The blindfold prevented Laima from seeing them ever come or go. Based on footsteps and voices, she'd determined there were three men and a woman. One of them walked with a cane. She knew this because she'd been beaten savagely with it.
Before these people found her, Laima was a beautiful and intelligent woman. She taught literary classics at a private university in England. Her elven blood kept her out of the line of sight of many enemies, and she was often well received in all of her social circles. She lived alone and never married, having always found the idea of personal happiness in such an awful world rather selfish.
“Now you’re just doing this to yourself. We’re giving you an out. All you have to do is tell us their location, and you have the option of walking away from this.” The panel of interrogators and torturers were back. Laima heard the cane she knew too well tapping against the concrete floor. She turned her blonde-haired head, stained with blood and dirt, toward the source of the noise.”I already told you,” she began, starting to tremble. She was suspended there with little clothing on: the bra and underwear she’d been wearing when she was kidnapped were the only things keeping her decent. “I don’t know. . .I really don’t, I swear i—“ She heard the whoosh of the cane before she felt it hit her below the armpit, crushing two malnourished ribs there. Laima cried out and slumped forward, letting the chains take all of her weight, in too much agony to pull herself back up.
“Miss Fortuna, all you have to do is acquiesce. We know you have the documents; we saw you with them two weeks ago. Now where are they?” Before she could respond, the cane flew true and struck her so hard she coughed blood. Now flirting with unconsciousness, Laima’s tune changed when the chilling sound of a blade being unsheathed filled the air.
It was the woman of the group who spoke this time. “Miss Fortuna, you have exceeded both your expiration date and usefulness and have therefore been sentenced to death. Have you any last words?” The woman held a terrible and beautiful stiletto blade, and it was currently pointed toward Laima’s stomach.
The elf whimpered out a sputtering cry. “The university. . .there’s a storage closet with a false wall on the east side of the building. Behind that wall is a box, with the combination 23-13-12-32. That box has your documents.” She choked on blood. “Please. . .I answered. I answered, and you said I could go if I did.”
The most chilling sound was what came next: they laughed, all four men and women, laughed with such sincerity that Laima teared up. “No,” the woman said, drawing back with the blade. She looked over at her partner, who flipped a coin, then shook his head at her. “We said it wouldn’t hurt your chances.” And she slipped the blade upward beneath Laima’s ribs, killing her quickly.
The blindfold prevented Laima from seeing them ever come or go. Based on footsteps and voices, she'd determined there were three men and a woman. One of them walked with a cane. She knew this because she'd been beaten savagely with it.
Before these people found her, Laima was a beautiful and intelligent woman. She taught literary classics at a private university in England. Her elven blood kept her out of the line of sight of many enemies, and she was often well received in all of her social circles. She lived alone and never married, having always found the idea of personal happiness in such an awful world rather selfish.
“Now you’re just doing this to yourself. We’re giving you an out. All you have to do is tell us their location, and you have the option of walking away from this.” The panel of interrogators and torturers were back. Laima heard the cane she knew too well tapping against the concrete floor. She turned her blonde-haired head, stained with blood and dirt, toward the source of the noise.”I already told you,” she began, starting to tremble. She was suspended there with little clothing on: the bra and underwear she’d been wearing when she was kidnapped were the only things keeping her decent. “I don’t know. . .I really don’t, I swear i—“ She heard the whoosh of the cane before she felt it hit her below the armpit, crushing two malnourished ribs there. Laima cried out and slumped forward, letting the chains take all of her weight, in too much agony to pull herself back up.
“Miss Fortuna, all you have to do is acquiesce. We know you have the documents; we saw you with them two weeks ago. Now where are they?” Before she could respond, the cane flew true and struck her so hard she coughed blood. Now flirting with unconsciousness, Laima’s tune changed when the chilling sound of a blade being unsheathed filled the air.
It was the woman of the group who spoke this time. “Miss Fortuna, you have exceeded both your expiration date and usefulness and have therefore been sentenced to death. Have you any last words?” The woman held a terrible and beautiful stiletto blade, and it was currently pointed toward Laima’s stomach.
The elf whimpered out a sputtering cry. “The university. . .there’s a storage closet with a false wall on the east side of the building. Behind that wall is a box, with the combination 23-13-12-32. That box has your documents.” She choked on blood. “Please. . .I answered. I answered, and you said I could go if I did.”
The most chilling sound was what came next: they laughed, all four men and women, laughed with such sincerity that Laima teared up. “No,” the woman said, drawing back with the blade. She looked over at her partner, who flipped a coin, then shook his head at her. “We said it wouldn’t hurt your chances.” And she slipped the blade upward beneath Laima’s ribs, killing her quickly.
Zodiac Sign:
Libra
Do you have what the vamps like?:
AB-
