Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 2:14:45 GMT
DISCORDIA.
one and a half years - female - canine - doberman - tempest pack - hunter
Personality:
- Sadomasochism. Discordia has been known to gain pleasure from the most base of things, including inflicting pain, as well as receiving pain. She isn't so much of a sadist as a masochist, and some twisted part of her yearns for more of that pain, because to her the pain means she's living, surviving even if she isn't necessarily going about it the right way. Discordia has never had any reason to think of her disorder as unusual, for in her lifetime no one has ever really known her desire to cause others pain, or herself pain. And as such, she hasn't exactly hidden it, but she doesn't display it either. For the most part at the moment she is only this way in her thoughts, thus explaining why she isn't exactly well known for her disorder, and a part of her wants to keep it that way. She doesn't want to know what happens to those like her when others discover she isn't 'normal'.
- Cotard Delusion. The belief that one is dead/immortal/putrefying. In this sense, Discord doesn't think herself immortal, doesn't think she's slowly degenerating and decomposing, but she does believe she died. Around the age of nine months, as far as she remembers, she died and woke up the next day as, well, maybe not a ghost, but not a zombie either. She doesn't question it, just feels that whatever happened that night changed her in that she effectively died and returned to the land of the living, for whatever reason she had to serve. Since then she hasn't been so worried about getting sick, or any of the other 'mortal' worries that canines might have. Sure, she eats when she feels like it, drinks when she feels like it, but only because she believes it to be more of a habit than anything. Not necessarily a need. Which would also explain why she avoids mentioning her past to anyone quite fiercely, because she believes that if they find out about her past, and that she died, and came back, that they won't exactly want to be around her anymore.
- Dissociative Identity Disorder.
1. The Child. Out of the three splits, this one is by far one of the best, if not the best, to catch her in. Innocent, childish, tender and soft, loving, sweet, all the things she should have been, and in some pieces was, as a child. The part of her that never grew up. She believes in this part of her that she is still a pup, lost without her parents, unable to hunt, unable to find a shelter. Helpless. And it's this part that the other two protect so fiercely. Any warning of danger or threat to her person sends her spiraling, depending on the depth of the threat, into either of the other two pieces of herself. As well as being the child she used to be, this part of her is also the most fragile. So easily broken it doesn't make an appearance very often, only in the case of experiencing something traumatic, perhaps something or someone from her past, that scares her so thoroughly that she essentially degrades into this part of herself. And in that this part if the most volatile. Easy to switch to one of the other two without any notice, leaving one stuck with either a cold-hearted killer or a furious full grown adult.
2. The Adult. Out of the three, this is the second best to experience. Essentially this is the 'normal' Discordia. She is mature, intelligent, quick witted and sometimes even humorous. Overall very easygoing, laid back and going with the flow. But don't let that fool you. She's extremely quick to protect, especially her other half, her child half, and that means that she isn't afraid to withdraw an let the worst part of herself out. However, when she's like this, she prefers to solve problems without violence, finding what the killer does to be despicable, and so does the child. The child is afraid of the killer, what the killer does, and in a way so is the adult. Because she knows that she can't truly stop the killer, and as such is helpless to protect any she happens to care for should she shift to that part of her persona.
3. The Killer. Of all three, the worst to experience. When given a hint that she may be in this state, do not look back as you run. See, when she's the killer, she will do anything, yes, literally anything, to keep her other halves safe. And this includes killing. After all, that is what her name is. The killer. She isn't afraid of getting her paws dirty, and above all is more than willing to become violent, volatile, quick to anger and above all, extremely dominant. Like this she is coldly calculating, even when going about killing an individual, she often supplies her victims with little facts, discusses with them as they die, a rather psychotic technique if one is ever seen. Not just that, but she has done so on at least one occasion where as they die, she tells them that she isn't really sorry to see them die, that she didn't like their motives, their personality, their emotions, be that as it may, she overall loves to see her victims' fear as they die. Above and beyond it is the best thing to see for her.- Paranoid. To say she's paranoid would be an understatement. Everywhere she goes she's constantly looking over her shoulder, checking for what, she never really seems to know. Sometimes she wonders if she's looking for her long lost brother, other times she wonders if she's looking for her parents, bearing down on her, raging and wailing about her missing sibling. And still other times she thinks that maybe, just maybe it's the relatives of those that her other has killed. But she doesn't know any of that. Not consciously. Subconsciously her mind knows this, knows this and fears the time when at least one of those will come true, knowing that if that were to happen, her past would be forced upon her, and she would be forced to deal with the repercussions. She doesn't want that in the slightest, and as such is so careful, so wary of everything, to ensure nothing happens without her knowing. For if it were to, then she would be undone.
Appearance: ^ Photo Above ^
History: Discordia was born to a litter of Albinos, both her mother and father carried the genetic mutation, and passed it down to their two pups. She grew up with her brother and her parents, who took care of them and taught them all the average skills and knowledge they were to need in the 'real world'. Her childhood wasn't odd, wasn't bad, wasn't scary or even scarring. It was normal, happy, even. She adored her brother and followed him around everywhere she went. It wasn't a matter of what her childhood was like, but rather what her adolescence was like.
Shortly before she reached the age of nine months, Discord and her brother left home for good, yearning to be out on their own, living it large in the real world. Only, they didn't realize how hard it would be. For the first week or so, longer even, they struggled, taking far longer than they thought they should to do some of the simpler tasks. And just as they were getting the hang of everything, her life changed.
It was mere days after her nine month mark. It was dry and only getting drier, the sun was battering the ground and everything on it harshly, with no remorse. All day she had been whining to her brother about getting just a little bit of rain. Well, by nightfall she got her wish. Thick thunderheads rolled in and covered the setting sun, giving the appearance of the darkest of nights until the lightning crackled and the thunder boomed. Discordia had been out hunting, foolishly ignoring the approaching clouds until it was too late, and then by the time she realized her mistake, the storm was on her.
It was the biggest storm she'd ever experienced, and she was terrified. So terrified in fact that even when her brother found her and started to lead her back to their little den, she could do little else other than lag behind, in shock, fear. So her brother was forced to half carry her, half support her to their den, only they didn't make it. See, their den had been beside a ravine, which, with the drought, had long run empty, rendering it harmless. But with the sudden downpour the stream swelled once more, covering the sharp rocks and debris that littered the ravine bed, looking deceptively shallow.
And they had to cross it.
Discordia came around only slightly more as her brother told her what they had to do, and in she followed her brother into the rushing waters, the current strong enough that even her brother, outweighing her easily, was stumbling, struggling. She had been slightly upstream of him when her paw caught on a branch submerged beneath the water and she went down hard. Her brother came and brought her out of the water, but in the process was wrenched away when the branch broke free, sending him tumbling over rocks and fallen trees, his body battered beyond repair.
She only barely made it back to their den, and promptly collapsed there, over the course of that night, her mind adjusted, became what it was in the current day, split, hurt, broken. To this day she doesn't know what happened that night. Nor does she know that her brother is dead. And to this day, all she knows is that she died that night, or rather, she should have.
Season born: Spring.
RP Sample: See Elvira.
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