Post by Flutter (Frosty) on Jan 19, 2011 14:54:34 GMT -5
MATURE CONTENT ---- MATURE CONTENT ---- MATURE CONTENT
dont' say I didn't warn you.
...I've been on a writing kick tonight/this morning. And I realised that in all the years I've had her, Mem has only had a small bio in a mass when she was still Lotus_Lady. XD
Mem's 'song' is one of my favorite movie songs- Don't You (Forget About Me) from Sixteen Candles.
Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby
Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me
Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down
Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ohhhh.....
Don't you try to pretend
It's my feeling we'll win in the end
I won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security
Don't you forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart, baby
Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away
Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on - call my name
Will you all my name?
I say :
La la la...
Memeigi- Highly MisunderstoodSlut Entertainer
NeoName: Memeigi
Nickname(s): Mem, Memory, things I can't type
Age: RP'd as an adult in her mid to late twenties
Neo Stats: Island Peophin
Family: Nyctophobics (mother), Sorrov (father), Noir (deceased sister), Beau (deceased half brother)
Extended Family:
Raynebo (nephew), Rayneance (former sister-in-law, but considers her a sister outright), Elle and Con (deceased niece and nephew), Angelette_Queen (an aunt, sort of.), Pechavi (A cousin, sort of.)
Non-Family Family (It makes sense to her!):
Xenavane, Kinnous, Domarayne, Attie (deceased), Minuit (deceased)
Small factoids:
Mem is the only pet I own with a gold BC trophy.
She was originally roleplayed as Lotus_Lady, whom I adopted out later to someone with a lab ray.
Mem was actually given to me by a random Neopian- they just neomailed me, asking if I'd like to adopt her.
Mem is unique among my characters as she doesn't actually have a plot of her own- she just cameos in everyone else's.
Even though I roleplay her constantly, she only has one picture of her current design. (I'm fixing that now XD)
Mem is the only character I have that is actually pink- others might have a hint of pink, but it's actually a light purple- however, in keeping in the spirit, the flowers on her body are Freesias- a purple flower with a yellow center- NOT roses.
She's my only *real* slut character- she'll sleep with anything that moves in front of a camera. Her mother has only slept with two other people- so Mem is a slut just because she can be, not because she picked it up from her mother.
Mem is one of only two of my characters that I would consider exceptionally beautiful- Ange being the other.
She's only been traditionally role played once in her incarnation as Memory- on a Holidate.
History: (and the reason Mem will never have a petpage XD)
(No, I'm not making this up as I go along. What are you talking about? xD Bio = plot and she needs one. I love plotting. Especially this one. So just read it. It'll freak you out, I promise
Some of you recall that Mem was actually a twin- but after Noir, her sister, lost her entire family in one go, the bereaved mare took her own life. Honestly, I didn't think Mem would make it past that- but she's a stronger character than I realised.
Growing up, Memory was pretty normal, living a normal life. If you can consider being raised by a reformed cannibal who chose pirating instead normal. Her mother had taken off just days after her birth, so Sorrov was forced to raise his two girls on his own. He wasn't so much inept at raising children as he was clueless as to how a female was supposed to be raised- so he took on the role of overprotective daddy, threatening to lock the girls in the basement should any stallion ever look at them crosseyed.
When he first found Mem with a 'boyfriend', his first thought was to kill the boy. Knowing that Mem would never, EVER talk to him again, he rationalised.
"What, exactly, are you doing with my daughter?" he'd asked after the two hurridly threw their sheets up. Mem wasn't in the least bit guilty- or embarrassed. The colt, however, was in fear of his life.
"I-I-I... Oh, crap. What the hell does it look like I was doing?" Alright, maybe not in that much fear. "It's not like she's a virgin, sheesh." Sorrov almost lost his restraint- what was left of it, anyway.
"She's thirteen."
"That doesn't mean nothing," the kid said, smirking. "How old was your old lady when you mated the first time?"
"We were consenting, legal adults- Mem is a child. You are not." Sorrov took two deep breaths to convince himself to not kill the little asshole. "You have two choices- either I call the police because you're raping my daughter, or I take your sorry ass into the back forty where they'll never find your body."
And the stupid kid thought he could run. Mem never did quite find out what happened to Stan, and she certainly never asked- at least not right away. For years, she suppressed the urges her body wanted her to give in to- she was the good daughter, completely scared witless by her father. "Yes, Sir" and "Not a problem, M'am" were the main parts of her vocabulary- teachers lauded her exceptional schoolwork and studious behaviour. She was the source of many wet dreams in high school- offered modelling contracts left and right, but politely turned each one down to protect her modesty.
It wasn't until her freshman year of college (law school, of all things!) that she actually formed a relationship. He was kind, never pressuring her into anything. She enjoyed his company- holding hands, stealing quick kisses before they bade each other good-bye for the night. She was... comfortable. Perhaps because she was no longer under the pressure of her father, or being shut in the room she shared with her sister for the night because her stupid twin had gotten busted for selling pot- again. Or meth, but that didn't last long since she blew up the toolshed. She finally felt... free.
But then came the event that would shoot her into the world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll (sans drugs- she hated downers and had the energy of a coke junkie to begin with). It was the day she realised what emotion her dad felt when he'd caught her years ago with Stan.
It was pure, unadulterated rage. It broiled inside of her heart, threatening to spill over like lava on ice. It was an odd sensation, really, being violently ill as her supposed boyfriend was nailing someone not a day over twelve. His body fat jiggled with the motion, and if she hadn't already been hurling with her rage, she certainly would have thrown up then. She hadn't been shallow or judgmental- he'd told her he'd wanted to wait until he'd dropped a few pounds to finally make love to her.
It appeared, however, that he preferred his younger sister. Son of a puppet, they'd just had dinner with her last night! After she finished hurling, she noticed that his sister had been tied up. Her eyes were lolled open, her face ashen. She'd probably been dead for hours. Without realising it, Mem had her hands on the gun that her father had given her for protection. Her demeanor was now stony- she had no idea how to fire a gun, or even if this one was loaded. It was still in her purse when he turned around, naked and bloody, with a piece of his sister's neck in his mouth. He spat it out, smiling at Mem. The dried blood around his face cracked, the clots falling off in bits and pieces as he grinned.
"Come to join me, love?" He lifted a garrote, this one clean and shiny, unlike the dull wood-and-wire contraption that he'd used against his sister. He took two steps towards towards her, still smiling. "I told you you'd never forget your first time with me, didn't I? That it'd be extra special?" He attempted the third step, but faltered when he noticed that his 'love' didn't seem impressed. "Mem? Memory?"
"And a memory is all you'll ever be," she said carefully. She took the chance that the gun was loaded, emptying the revolver's clip in five seconds. With that, the scream that refused to come out earlier unleashed itself in an unnatural fury. The sound carried down the hallway, past the front doors, and into the courtyard, where normal couples were flirting. It was said later that no one heard the shots fired, but the scream alone would have given anyone a heart attack if they were close enough.
***
She wasn't entirely sure of where she was. It was cold, utterly black- yet she could see clearly. The floors were black marble- as were the walls. That had to be it. Death wouldn't feel this cold. Why had that thought crossed her mind? She frowned, considering the fact that she may very well have gone insane. In death.
"You're not dead, my child," said a cool, female voice from the bleak room. "I simply brought you here to rest." A solid black Peophin mare slipped out from the shadows- but there were gold markings on her body when it hit the light.
"Nyct."
"So you recognise me?" she crooned, her honey-smooth voice carrying gently through the room.
"Only by reputation," Mem spat. "Only real evil would drop a couple foals and head out as soon as she could move again." She was repulsed when the mare laughed.
"No no no, Memory- your father forced me to leave."
Think, Mem. She's a deceiver- she's lying. Daddy would never do that. "I beg to differ." She stood up, carefully examining the room and its contents. There was no door? How the hell did she get in here, then? "I also need to get back to the situation I got myself in so I can own up to what I did."
"What situation? No one will remember, I can promise you that." Nyct's eyes seemed to glow in the dark room. "At least then you'll never be able to say I did nothing for you." Her voice was... cat-like, in a way. Relaxed and smooth, with only a hint of a noble British accent. It was a voice she didn't remember- didn't want to remember. Nyct had a voice that had the power to both entrance and kill, if she willed it to. The thought terrified Mem. "Do you believe in fate, my child?" she asked, seemingly out of the blue.
"No. Whatever happens, happens because we did something stupid enough to make it happen." Her eyes sharpened, trying to see more of the horrific enigma that was her mother- and discovered that evil truly was an ugly thing. Not a horrifying monster, like one would expect darkness to be- but certainly nowhere near the beauty her dad had described.
Her face began to distort, as though looking through a pool of water. She felt a pull at her heart- as though someone had tied a string around it, and she had no choice but to be pulled.
"OHMAIGAWSH, Mem, you scared the crap out of us!" Mem didn't care who it was, she just wanted to sleep. The pulsating throb in her head demanded it. Someone lifted her eyelid- gross- and dared to shine a flashlight in her eye.
"Good gravy, guys, I'm awake already!" She said it a bit louder than she wanted to, which made her cringe. She looked at the girl (who's name she couldn't remember), who was staring back at her in horror.
"Mem... I think your pupils are bleeding."
***
((More on her history later- I wanna start making some NP sometime today. AND CLIFFHANGERS ARE FUN! xD))
Strengths and Weaknesses
Strengths:
Her beauty. Determination. Compassion.
Weaknesses:
Totally inept at magic. Not fond of obese people. Fear of her mother. Extreme fear of abandonment (again, this stems from Nyct). Not totally helpless, but can't help herself.
Petlookup:
www.neopets.com/petlookup.phtml?pet=Memeigi
RP Status: S'open
Friends, Framily, and Frenemies
Surprisingly, Mem actually has quite a few friends- those that look past what she does for a living and appreciate her genuinely happy personality.
Ance: Despite being a sister-in-law, Ance was the first person Mem introduced herself to, then later moved into her house when she literally had nowhere to go. Ance pretends to hate Mem, but it's usually because Mem steals all of her chocolate- specifically, Belgian Chocolate. The fact that Mem has the attention span of a gadfly doesn't help much, either. Despite this, she was instrumental in Rayne's upbringing, giving him a solid foundation in love, life, and politics. (Ance isn't quite sure how that happened, since she's totally unaware of the fact that Mem is a lawyer during the day and only a porn star at night.)
Rayne: Aside from Nyct and Sorrov, Rayne is Mem's only living blood relative. However, since she refuses to talk to her mother and her relationship with her father is on the fritz, the only one she talks to is Rayne. She only recently discovered he was alive- by quite a happy accident, too! She was walking from the firm to the studio one day and, not paying attention, ran smack dab into the freakishly large stallion's chest. Quite certain he'd killed his aunt, he and Simitra dragged her back to their cabin. She woke up two days later in a fury because she'd been abducted AGAIN, but immediately lightened up when she saw her nephew's radiant face. (But got pissed when she met Simi there. Completely understandable.) She's since been rather irritated at the fact that she can't tell Ance SQUAT, but respects Rayne's wishes that his being alive be kept a secret.
Kin: Mem has been trying to 'hook Kin up' for ages now, and he's politely turned her down each time. No disrespect but um... ew? He loves Mem and all, but he's also far too jealous to 'share' a female with someone else... particularly multiple someone elses. He's too kind to tell Mem that he doesn't like her nighttime job (as he calls it), so instead of telling people "Oh, yeah, my aunt's a porn star " he's far happier to admit she's a lawyer. Ance, however, is the type to prefer to tell people she's a porn star over her being a lawyer- the thought of Ance discovering her day job scares the crap out of her
Doma: Mem has tried for years to get her niece to try girly things... but each time was met with extreme resistance. And a paintball gun. Though now Doma uses the excuse of "I'm a mother now, I can't afford to go to the spa/get a manipedi/go shopping." Mem sees through every excuse, and just sort of makes a frowny face and says "I understand" every time. But she's also persistent, so Doma can't count on her ever... ever. giving. up. Doma will, one day, wear pink. It's not like it'll KILL her or anything, sheesh! Of course, if Doma ever gives in, Mem might be at a loss xD.
Xenavane: Yet another filly to contend with, Mem wishes Ance would finally pop out a girly girl. (Of course, the only filly Ance had who enjoyed frills happened to be a serial killer, so that's probably not a good thing.) Mem always looks on in horror as the very pretty, very beautiful, very expensive dolls she buys Xena wind up as POW's or just flat out casualties with actual injuries. Decapitation and severe amputation seem to be Xena's favorites- but at least this one will go shopping with her! (Probably because she doesn't know any better yet or is too young to have a say in the matter!)
Ange: Her beautiful aunt has always been a steady role model... at least in her adult years. Because Nyct never mentioned her to Sorrov, Mem only found out about the mare when she was taking a walk. Alright, so she'd gotten totally and utterly lost. She noticed the then silvery Ance standing by a huge crystal, within it a seriously injured Peophin- mortally wounded, if Mem had to guess. Within seconds of her standing there, she felt weak and dizzy and very much blind by the light the crystal put out. After it all faded, she saw that the crystal was gone and in its place, a very weak and confused mare who looked *identical* to Nyct... but white. Good thing she doesn't believe in coincidences, because otherwise she'd of never met Ange- or been able to help her. She and Ance both nursed Ange to health, who only remembered bits and pieces of the life she'd lived before- as a Faerie. Mem and Ance are still somewhat skeptical of this story- after all, Ange had been stuck in that crystal, in stasis, for almost twenty years. Who knew what sort of cockamamie stories she'd come up with?
Eva: Oh, Eva. She introduced Mem to her producer, and the two have made millions off of royalties of their videos (one was together, I think.) While Eva's no longer in the entertainment industry (and living well off of her retirement), the two still wreak havoc wherever they go- and turn heads. Cocky? Maybe. Confident? Definitely. We're not even sure of how they met- but it had something to do with those Yahoo chatrooms we used to do and a big closet with a camera. Nevertheless, the pair often pop up in serious roleplays over MSN or Yahoo to totally ruin (or lighten) the mood... including when Ange and Xo consummated their marriage. They had the whole room set up with music, electric candles (because Ange worries that real ones are a fire hazard... no kidding), and a very expensive video recording setup. The two didn't even appreciate all the hard work Eva and Mem did! >(
Nyct: Evil incarnate, therefore making Mem the daughter of darkness, Nyct is totally against having children. Mem was a mistake in the first place- she'd just been glad she could con Sorrov into letting her stay at his place while she was pregnant after her one-night-stand with him. Alright, so, yeah. She slept with him (quite a) few more times while she was there, but as soon as she could function again after her difficult labor, she high-tailed it out of there without so much as a word. She's the one person Mem could live without for the rest of her life and not feel an ounce of regret about not seeing her again. She's Mem's only true enemy, the only person this normally affectionate mare holds in such contempt she would have no problem killing her in a New York minute- but on the off chance that Ange's right about Nyct's death causing her own, she simply shuts Nyct out of her life. She still, however, feels stalked by Nyct, and is the reason she's afraid of the dark...
Likes and Dislikes
Likes:
Chamomile Tea
Swimming, even if she sucks at it
Picking flowers
Both jobs xD
Food, in general
Chocolate and anything having to do with it (hot cocoa, for example, or mocha flavoured coffee drinks)
Sunshine, tanning, and beaches
Dislikes (more like despises):
Fat people (like... morbidly obese. If your character is simply a few pounds overweight or just plain chunky, but can still get around, you're safe.)
Lawbreakers (despite the fact that she's a criminal defense lawyer. o.O)
Darkness
Scary movies (dealing with her mother is enough of a horror, she doesn't want to watch films of this type, either)
Apricots, apples, and peaches (We don't know why. Probably the cyanide in the pits/seeds.)
Pickles (I think she picked this one up from Eva. xD)
I promise I'm done now. This bio is approximately 20,000 characters, by the way, including this. XD
dont' say I didn't warn you.
...I've been on a writing kick tonight/this morning. And I realised that in all the years I've had her, Mem has only had a small bio in a mass when she was still Lotus_Lady. XD
Mem's 'song' is one of my favorite movie songs- Don't You (Forget About Me) from Sixteen Candles.
Hey, hey, hey ,hey
Ohhh...
Ohhh...
Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby
Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me
Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down
Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Ohhhh.....
Don't you try to pretend
It's my feeling we'll win in the end
I won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security
Don't you forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart, baby
Don't You Forget About Me
Don't Don't Don't Don't
Don't You Forget About Me
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away
Or will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on - call my name
Will you all my name?
I say :
La la la...
Memeigi- Highly Misunderstood
NeoName: Memeigi
Nickname(s): Mem, Memory, things I can't type
Age: RP'd as an adult in her mid to late twenties
Neo Stats: Island Peophin
Family: Nyctophobics (mother), Sorrov (father), Noir (deceased sister), Beau (deceased half brother)
Extended Family:
Raynebo (nephew), Rayneance (former sister-in-law, but considers her a sister outright), Elle and Con (deceased niece and nephew), Angelette_Queen (an aunt, sort of.), Pechavi (A cousin, sort of.)
Non-Family Family (It makes sense to her!):
Xenavane, Kinnous, Domarayne, Attie (deceased), Minuit (deceased)
Small factoids:
Mem is the only pet I own with a gold BC trophy.
She was originally roleplayed as Lotus_Lady, whom I adopted out later to someone with a lab ray.
Mem was actually given to me by a random Neopian- they just neomailed me, asking if I'd like to adopt her.
Mem is unique among my characters as she doesn't actually have a plot of her own- she just cameos in everyone else's.
Even though I roleplay her constantly, she only has one picture of her current design. (I'm fixing that now XD)
Mem is the only character I have that is actually pink- others might have a hint of pink, but it's actually a light purple- however, in keeping in the spirit, the flowers on her body are Freesias- a purple flower with a yellow center- NOT roses.
She's my only *real* slut character- she'll sleep with anything that moves in front of a camera. Her mother has only slept with two other people- so Mem is a slut just because she can be, not because she picked it up from her mother.
Mem is one of only two of my characters that I would consider exceptionally beautiful- Ange being the other.
She's only been traditionally role played once in her incarnation as Memory- on a Holidate.
History: (and the reason Mem will never have a petpage XD)
(No, I'm not making this up as I go along. What are you talking about? xD Bio = plot and she needs one. I love plotting. Especially this one. So just read it. It'll freak you out, I promise
Some of you recall that Mem was actually a twin- but after Noir, her sister, lost her entire family in one go, the bereaved mare took her own life. Honestly, I didn't think Mem would make it past that- but she's a stronger character than I realised.
Growing up, Memory was pretty normal, living a normal life. If you can consider being raised by a reformed cannibal who chose pirating instead normal. Her mother had taken off just days after her birth, so Sorrov was forced to raise his two girls on his own. He wasn't so much inept at raising children as he was clueless as to how a female was supposed to be raised- so he took on the role of overprotective daddy, threatening to lock the girls in the basement should any stallion ever look at them crosseyed.
When he first found Mem with a 'boyfriend', his first thought was to kill the boy. Knowing that Mem would never, EVER talk to him again, he rationalised.
"What, exactly, are you doing with my daughter?" he'd asked after the two hurridly threw their sheets up. Mem wasn't in the least bit guilty- or embarrassed. The colt, however, was in fear of his life.
"I-I-I... Oh, crap. What the hell does it look like I was doing?" Alright, maybe not in that much fear. "It's not like she's a virgin, sheesh." Sorrov almost lost his restraint- what was left of it, anyway.
"She's thirteen."
"That doesn't mean nothing," the kid said, smirking. "How old was your old lady when you mated the first time?"
"We were consenting, legal adults- Mem is a child. You are not." Sorrov took two deep breaths to convince himself to not kill the little asshole. "You have two choices- either I call the police because you're raping my daughter, or I take your sorry ass into the back forty where they'll never find your body."
And the stupid kid thought he could run. Mem never did quite find out what happened to Stan, and she certainly never asked- at least not right away. For years, she suppressed the urges her body wanted her to give in to- she was the good daughter, completely scared witless by her father. "Yes, Sir" and "Not a problem, M'am" were the main parts of her vocabulary- teachers lauded her exceptional schoolwork and studious behaviour. She was the source of many wet dreams in high school- offered modelling contracts left and right, but politely turned each one down to protect her modesty.
It wasn't until her freshman year of college (law school, of all things!) that she actually formed a relationship. He was kind, never pressuring her into anything. She enjoyed his company- holding hands, stealing quick kisses before they bade each other good-bye for the night. She was... comfortable. Perhaps because she was no longer under the pressure of her father, or being shut in the room she shared with her sister for the night because her stupid twin had gotten busted for selling pot- again. Or meth, but that didn't last long since she blew up the toolshed. She finally felt... free.
But then came the event that would shoot her into the world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll (sans drugs- she hated downers and had the energy of a coke junkie to begin with). It was the day she realised what emotion her dad felt when he'd caught her years ago with Stan.
It was pure, unadulterated rage. It broiled inside of her heart, threatening to spill over like lava on ice. It was an odd sensation, really, being violently ill as her supposed boyfriend was nailing someone not a day over twelve. His body fat jiggled with the motion, and if she hadn't already been hurling with her rage, she certainly would have thrown up then. She hadn't been shallow or judgmental- he'd told her he'd wanted to wait until he'd dropped a few pounds to finally make love to her.
It appeared, however, that he preferred his younger sister. Son of a puppet, they'd just had dinner with her last night! After she finished hurling, she noticed that his sister had been tied up. Her eyes were lolled open, her face ashen. She'd probably been dead for hours. Without realising it, Mem had her hands on the gun that her father had given her for protection. Her demeanor was now stony- she had no idea how to fire a gun, or even if this one was loaded. It was still in her purse when he turned around, naked and bloody, with a piece of his sister's neck in his mouth. He spat it out, smiling at Mem. The dried blood around his face cracked, the clots falling off in bits and pieces as he grinned.
"Come to join me, love?" He lifted a garrote, this one clean and shiny, unlike the dull wood-and-wire contraption that he'd used against his sister. He took two steps towards towards her, still smiling. "I told you you'd never forget your first time with me, didn't I? That it'd be extra special?" He attempted the third step, but faltered when he noticed that his 'love' didn't seem impressed. "Mem? Memory?"
"And a memory is all you'll ever be," she said carefully. She took the chance that the gun was loaded, emptying the revolver's clip in five seconds. With that, the scream that refused to come out earlier unleashed itself in an unnatural fury. The sound carried down the hallway, past the front doors, and into the courtyard, where normal couples were flirting. It was said later that no one heard the shots fired, but the scream alone would have given anyone a heart attack if they were close enough.
***
She wasn't entirely sure of where she was. It was cold, utterly black- yet she could see clearly. The floors were black marble- as were the walls. That had to be it. Death wouldn't feel this cold. Why had that thought crossed her mind? She frowned, considering the fact that she may very well have gone insane. In death.
"You're not dead, my child," said a cool, female voice from the bleak room. "I simply brought you here to rest." A solid black Peophin mare slipped out from the shadows- but there were gold markings on her body when it hit the light.
"Nyct."
"So you recognise me?" she crooned, her honey-smooth voice carrying gently through the room.
"Only by reputation," Mem spat. "Only real evil would drop a couple foals and head out as soon as she could move again." She was repulsed when the mare laughed.
"No no no, Memory- your father forced me to leave."
Think, Mem. She's a deceiver- she's lying. Daddy would never do that. "I beg to differ." She stood up, carefully examining the room and its contents. There was no door? How the hell did she get in here, then? "I also need to get back to the situation I got myself in so I can own up to what I did."
"What situation? No one will remember, I can promise you that." Nyct's eyes seemed to glow in the dark room. "At least then you'll never be able to say I did nothing for you." Her voice was... cat-like, in a way. Relaxed and smooth, with only a hint of a noble British accent. It was a voice she didn't remember- didn't want to remember. Nyct had a voice that had the power to both entrance and kill, if she willed it to. The thought terrified Mem. "Do you believe in fate, my child?" she asked, seemingly out of the blue.
"No. Whatever happens, happens because we did something stupid enough to make it happen." Her eyes sharpened, trying to see more of the horrific enigma that was her mother- and discovered that evil truly was an ugly thing. Not a horrifying monster, like one would expect darkness to be- but certainly nowhere near the beauty her dad had described.
Her face began to distort, as though looking through a pool of water. She felt a pull at her heart- as though someone had tied a string around it, and she had no choice but to be pulled.
"OHMAIGAWSH, Mem, you scared the crap out of us!" Mem didn't care who it was, she just wanted to sleep. The pulsating throb in her head demanded it. Someone lifted her eyelid- gross- and dared to shine a flashlight in her eye.
"Good gravy, guys, I'm awake already!" She said it a bit louder than she wanted to, which made her cringe. She looked at the girl (who's name she couldn't remember), who was staring back at her in horror.
"Mem... I think your pupils are bleeding."
***
((More on her history later- I wanna start making some NP sometime today. AND CLIFFHANGERS ARE FUN! xD))
Strengths and Weaknesses
Strengths:
Her beauty. Determination. Compassion.
Weaknesses:
Totally inept at magic. Not fond of obese people. Fear of her mother. Extreme fear of abandonment (again, this stems from Nyct). Not totally helpless, but can't help herself.
Petlookup:
www.neopets.com/petlookup.phtml?pet=Memeigi
RP Status: S'open
Friends, Framily, and Frenemies
Surprisingly, Mem actually has quite a few friends- those that look past what she does for a living and appreciate her genuinely happy personality.
Ance: Despite being a sister-in-law, Ance was the first person Mem introduced herself to, then later moved into her house when she literally had nowhere to go. Ance pretends to hate Mem, but it's usually because Mem steals all of her chocolate- specifically, Belgian Chocolate. The fact that Mem has the attention span of a gadfly doesn't help much, either. Despite this, she was instrumental in Rayne's upbringing, giving him a solid foundation in love, life, and politics. (Ance isn't quite sure how that happened, since she's totally unaware of the fact that Mem is a lawyer during the day and only a porn star at night.)
Rayne: Aside from Nyct and Sorrov, Rayne is Mem's only living blood relative. However, since she refuses to talk to her mother and her relationship with her father is on the fritz, the only one she talks to is Rayne. She only recently discovered he was alive- by quite a happy accident, too! She was walking from the firm to the studio one day and, not paying attention, ran smack dab into the freakishly large stallion's chest. Quite certain he'd killed his aunt, he and Simitra dragged her back to their cabin. She woke up two days later in a fury because she'd been abducted AGAIN, but immediately lightened up when she saw her nephew's radiant face. (But got pissed when she met Simi there. Completely understandable.) She's since been rather irritated at the fact that she can't tell Ance SQUAT, but respects Rayne's wishes that his being alive be kept a secret.
Kin: Mem has been trying to 'hook Kin up' for ages now, and he's politely turned her down each time. No disrespect but um... ew? He loves Mem and all, but he's also far too jealous to 'share' a female with someone else... particularly multiple someone elses. He's too kind to tell Mem that he doesn't like her nighttime job (as he calls it), so instead of telling people "Oh, yeah, my aunt's a porn star " he's far happier to admit she's a lawyer. Ance, however, is the type to prefer to tell people she's a porn star over her being a lawyer- the thought of Ance discovering her day job scares the crap out of her
Doma: Mem has tried for years to get her niece to try girly things... but each time was met with extreme resistance. And a paintball gun. Though now Doma uses the excuse of "I'm a mother now, I can't afford to go to the spa/get a manipedi/go shopping." Mem sees through every excuse, and just sort of makes a frowny face and says "I understand" every time. But she's also persistent, so Doma can't count on her ever... ever. giving. up. Doma will, one day, wear pink. It's not like it'll KILL her or anything, sheesh! Of course, if Doma ever gives in, Mem might be at a loss xD.
Xenavane: Yet another filly to contend with, Mem wishes Ance would finally pop out a girly girl. (Of course, the only filly Ance had who enjoyed frills happened to be a serial killer, so that's probably not a good thing.) Mem always looks on in horror as the very pretty, very beautiful, very expensive dolls she buys Xena wind up as POW's or just flat out casualties with actual injuries. Decapitation and severe amputation seem to be Xena's favorites- but at least this one will go shopping with her! (Probably because she doesn't know any better yet or is too young to have a say in the matter!)
Ange: Her beautiful aunt has always been a steady role model... at least in her adult years. Because Nyct never mentioned her to Sorrov, Mem only found out about the mare when she was taking a walk. Alright, so she'd gotten totally and utterly lost. She noticed the then silvery Ance standing by a huge crystal, within it a seriously injured Peophin- mortally wounded, if Mem had to guess. Within seconds of her standing there, she felt weak and dizzy and very much blind by the light the crystal put out. After it all faded, she saw that the crystal was gone and in its place, a very weak and confused mare who looked *identical* to Nyct... but white. Good thing she doesn't believe in coincidences, because otherwise she'd of never met Ange- or been able to help her. She and Ance both nursed Ange to health, who only remembered bits and pieces of the life she'd lived before- as a Faerie. Mem and Ance are still somewhat skeptical of this story- after all, Ange had been stuck in that crystal, in stasis, for almost twenty years. Who knew what sort of cockamamie stories she'd come up with?
Eva: Oh, Eva. She introduced Mem to her producer, and the two have made millions off of royalties of their videos (one was together, I think.) While Eva's no longer in the entertainment industry (and living well off of her retirement), the two still wreak havoc wherever they go- and turn heads. Cocky? Maybe. Confident? Definitely. We're not even sure of how they met- but it had something to do with those Yahoo chatrooms we used to do and a big closet with a camera. Nevertheless, the pair often pop up in serious roleplays over MSN or Yahoo to totally ruin (or lighten) the mood... including when Ange and Xo consummated their marriage. They had the whole room set up with music, electric candles (because Ange worries that real ones are a fire hazard... no kidding), and a very expensive video recording setup. The two didn't even appreciate all the hard work Eva and Mem did! >(
Nyct: Evil incarnate, therefore making Mem the daughter of darkness, Nyct is totally against having children. Mem was a mistake in the first place- she'd just been glad she could con Sorrov into letting her stay at his place while she was pregnant after her one-night-stand with him. Alright, so, yeah. She slept with him (quite a) few more times while she was there, but as soon as she could function again after her difficult labor, she high-tailed it out of there without so much as a word. She's the one person Mem could live without for the rest of her life and not feel an ounce of regret about not seeing her again. She's Mem's only true enemy, the only person this normally affectionate mare holds in such contempt she would have no problem killing her in a New York minute- but on the off chance that Ange's right about Nyct's death causing her own, she simply shuts Nyct out of her life. She still, however, feels stalked by Nyct, and is the reason she's afraid of the dark...
Likes and Dislikes
Likes:
Chamomile Tea
Swimming, even if she sucks at it
Picking flowers
Both jobs xD
Food, in general
Chocolate and anything having to do with it (hot cocoa, for example, or mocha flavoured coffee drinks)
Sunshine, tanning, and beaches
Dislikes (more like despises):
Fat people (like... morbidly obese. If your character is simply a few pounds overweight or just plain chunky, but can still get around, you're safe.)
Lawbreakers (despite the fact that she's a criminal defense lawyer. o.O)
Darkness
Scary movies (dealing with her mother is enough of a horror, she doesn't want to watch films of this type, either)
Apricots, apples, and peaches (We don't know why. Probably the cyanide in the pits/seeds.)
Pickles (I think she picked this one up from Eva. xD)
I promise I'm done now. This bio is approximately 20,000 characters, by the way, including this. XD