Panne McHarth -DONE-

NAME:
Panne Ye McHarth

AGE:
22

GENDER:
Femme

NATIONALITY:
American

BIRTHPLACE:
Houston, Texas

BIRTHDATE:
January 23, 1990

PICTURE:

Spoiler:

Inferis:

Drev:

Drev demon:

DESCRIPTION:
Panne can easily be described as a 'cold' girl.  Even her posture and the way she carries herself is a person who is shunning the world.  To the person who passes by her, they might assume her a spoiled brat or snooty.  She carries herself in an almost angry manner, even if she's not angry.  Her steps are more like stomps and her eyes give the constant glare of 'don't talk to me'.  Her eyes are a chocolate brown and her hair matches in color, but a few shades lighter.  Her hair is kept short and to her shoulders, light and wispy. The form of her body is pretty average to go with her height of 5'7.   She clothes herself in a button-up blouse and white jeans.  A 'skirt' covers her ass and she wears a pair of knee-high boots.  As for Inferis, the only difference that Panne has is that her hair is blonde and her eyes turn to blue.  

PERSONALITY:
Panne is a lonely girl.  She's always been lonely.  What with the gap in her memory, and the haze that is her mind, she has no one.  Her family is nothing but a haze, her home is nothing to her.  Everything is empty in her mind.  She can see forms, but there are no faces.  Her mother and father are there, but nothing else but a stinging pain.  Her head is in an almost constant headache which blurs her sight.  She has problems relating to people and actually tends to be dismissive of most company.  In hind-sight, Panne tends to be alone, because she's afraid of opening up.  She feels the constant pain of the memories that eat at her heart until she feels either nothing or nothing BUT that pain, yet it burrows into her brain until she can't stand it.  Hate, anger, it furrows her brow and empties her to feeling nothing but those darknesses.  She often glares at people or is blunt to avoid the ties of affection.  Part of her stays with Talph, though she can't recall what his name is or who he was.  She just knows a part of her is missing and she can't seem to stumble upon that fragment.

Her days are spent often in solitude with a cold aura around her.  Panne is never happy and that seems to project off of her.  To see her smile is probably a cold day in hell.  At times she wonders if smiling was stolen away with her memories. Her goals and aspirations are all mixed up with no clear line to divide them.  Like everything else, they seem to venture in a foggy blur that makes it hard to see them.  It's almost as if Panne herself teeters between Inferis and real life.   She doesn't hide away, but she walks an existence where no one else sees her and they don't exist.  

DEMON PERSONALITY:
Drev is a poltergeist to put it simply.  He enjoys pulling pranks and bothering others.  That being said, he is the most likely candidate to start a fire and the least likely to extinguish it (As he would be running for his life).  He is not a brave demon; he's the kind that runs and hides under rocks when archdemons come and in some past cases has been a house pet to stronger demons.  Unfortunately he'd usually wet the carpet so he'd get tossed out.  He's sloppy and by no means a mastermind, but he has charm which buys him time and freedom at times.  He has an attraction to lonely girls, as they will give him attention and that's all any poltergeist wants.  

Drev is terrified of brooms and has an irrational fear of pretzels (God knows why?).  He also doesn't like to bathe and would rather a male body so he could flirt with women, however, he got stuck with Panne.  He's not too thrilled, but hey he still gets to see a woman?  He's got pretty much no patience and often falls asleep with the slightest boredom.  Drev honestly doesn't care about anyone but himself, but he will do a damn good job at pretending he does to get what he wants.  Normally his summons aren't too drastic, but they do involve the slaughter of baby bunnies so most girls don't really go for him.  He's a womanizer when he's awake, but could never actually find amusement to stay with a woman for more than two seconds, due to his attention span being that of a gold fish's.  


HISTORY:

Panne Ye McHarth was born to her parents in the slums.  The parents she had didn't really want her to begin with, but it didn't stop them from parading about like she was their world.  A lot of times she was just locked in her room to entertain herself.  Even after her younger sister was born, Panne was the unwanted child. Slowly, she began to accept this.  However, Panne grew a sense of loneliness.  

Eventually, her parents simply moved away one day.  Panne was 15 at the time, with nowhere to go.  She slept in the alleys in hopes maybe one day things would get better.  They never did.  Constantly, people walked by her and ignored her existence.  She would dream at night.. of things like warmth.. to be embraced, to be held.  It was all something she wanted, but people simply ignored her like the flu or call the police to claim she was an urchin.. which she really was.

Days were passed by reading books.  Her only friends were words that could spark her imagination.  They weren't real.. she knew they weren't, but she clung to them.   Her books were stowed in all sorts of places that she could retrieve and keep them from being stolen.  However there was a day she simply shattered.

Her favorite book was gone.  She wasn't sure WHERE it was, but Panne scoured her areas looking for it.  Fragile and broken, she snapped and sought out looking for anything that could kill the pain.   People began to laugh at her, she was the town hobo to them and a she was brought at one point to a woman's shelter, Panne couldn't feel more alone while surrounded by people.

"I just don't want to be alone anymore..." Her voice faltered as she breathed outwards.  "I can't be alone anymore."  Voices in her head laughed, though of who she couldn't be sure.  Was it a delusion or was it all real?Her nightmares were over and over again of the same thing.  She slept on the cold cement where constantly she woke up feeling frozen and alone.  Her body trembled, but no one cared.  People passed by.  No one wondered about the girl, who she was or what she was doing there, but they saw her.  They looked at her and not a soul gave a second thought.  In winters it had been harsher.  It was a miracle she had even survived.  

He led her down a path she'd never expected with his teasings.  The gentle callings intensified through the months until she finally cracked.  After all, she had nothing else and no one else to turn to.  She bent to his will and with her own blood in a pail, she managed to summon him.  The ritual was odd to her, but Talph had changed his mind at last minute. To christen the new relationship, she had to 'be his' for the night.  It was something Panne had never done before nor had she dreamed of it with a demon.  Once appeased, he snuck into her body and they had a new pact.  The fight was horrible and Panne nearly lost, but after overcoming him, she was back in control.. for then.

The strangest part was that the more that she was with Talph, the more she wanted to be around him.  She often found herself spilling blood just to get him to come back.  Talph slowly became intrigued.  At first he had tried to simply not appear, bit something in him bothered him just slightly.  He was a demon, what did he care about some human girl?  She was just an object with him.  Just a toy to play with until he was bored.  It seemed like it should have happened, but there was something about her that just made him... wonder.  Did he have an inkling of humanity left?  

The days spent with Panne and Talph were nearly forbidden with how she constantly imagined the things they wanted to do, the things they shouldn't do and the likes.  Talph took control on weekends, but even that dwindled away, as the two began to co-exist in a way that they were both happy in her mind.  Though, at times, Talph was concerned about how Panne was usually spending time just talking to herself, he actually developed a jealousy towards other people.  There was a time where Talph felt such a rage.. that he took Panne's body by force, slipping her into sleep, then he would slaughter everyone nearby.  Panne would wake up traumatized and frightened, but Talph always could soothe her worries.  His silent whispers in her ear would calm even the heaviest of troubles in the sea of her mind.  However, in every story there is an ending.  Panne's was less than happy for her.

Upon a whim of Talph's, she was pulled into Inferis and spent the day with him.  It was strange to her, being stuck for such a time with this demon, but he was happy.  He spoke of her mind and how he worried about it.  Panne ignored the comments and worry, after all, her past was nothing she wanted to worry about.  He wasn't happy and the two started yelling.  In that moment, a demon hunter struck Talph, fearing Panne's safety.  In his last breath, he tried to attempt a kind act and erased her memories.  The ones of him, her family and the past were completely wiped, but that meant EVERYTHING!  Panne passed out in response, her body unsure how to react and it shut down a few hours.  When she woke up, she could recall NOTHING.  Her name was a vague memory as was everything else.  A constant pain though, stabbed at her chest with a jealousy that ate at her.  

She stumbled about a while, in the cold.  No one was there.. no one cared.  No faces looked familiar and there was nothing she could conjure in her memory.  Family, home, nothing.  Panne was left alone again, only this time her head was full of faces she couldn't recall or even see.  She was hidden behind a glass, desperately pounding and eventually giving up.  There was no hope.  

Wandering the world did nothing much for her. Panne simply felt more alone than before.  Her heart ached for something she would probably never have.  It was freedom, but only because she had chains that she couldn't see.  Her walking had only brought her to various areas in DC, where she met people that frankly just pissed her off (except the strange Aravad).  It was there she began to realize what she wanted.  She didn't want to be alone and the voices were returning to her head.

She would never go to a doctor- that just wasn't going to work, so instead, she endured for a while.  Then, she came up with an idea.  After much searching and studies, she regained a sort of recollect of her demonic longings.  She sacrificed a handful of baby bunnies she had found on a farm and managed to find on a arm.  After brutally slaughtering them, she was able to summon a new demon.  The deal was a bit vague, but the two agreed upon terms.  Company for a body.  It wasn't just his and she let him know, but they were in compliance in a way.  And thus- the world began once more.


FACTION:
Freelance

SKILLS:
Panne is efficient at gymnastics; meaning she is very flexible and limber.
Panne is pretty brave when it comes to her fears and though she frightened, she stands up against them (Courageous)
Panne is excellent at dual-wield weapons or two-handed weapons (Staffs or bos)

DEMON SKILLS:
Her hearing multiplies by twice its normal amount while possessed
Her scent of smell increases by 300%
While her strength does not increase, her body can take a bit more

WEAKNESSES:
Panne is not very strong physically.  She does not do good using her own arms to fight.
Panne has a horrid memory and cannot remember things well.
Panne has constant migraines or headaches.
Severely afraid of heights
While possessed she is even more sensitive to lights and sounds making headaches progressively worse
She has a weakness for meat while possessed, especially jerky

COLOURS:
"I can speak in Gaelic~"(darkviolet)
"-I can also speak in English."(Darkcyan)
"I as well, speak demon." (purple)
TRIVIA:

- Panne likes to doodle with sticks in the dirt
- She has a pendant she keeps on her at all times
- Panne is a musical person.  When she's actually alone (Or when she thinks she's alone) she sings or hums to herself
- When frustrated enough, Panne pulls her hair, quite literally
- Believes long hair is a pain in the ass and will not grow out her hair.
- She has a feeling when she dies, she will too become a lesser demon or cease to exist.  No heaven awaits her.
- She's terrified of people getting close to her
- She has constant nightmares from her memory, but wakes up to forget what was there, but the fear lingers.





ALIAS:
Ammy

OTHER CHARACTERS:
Lisa, Ana

ROLEPLAY HISTORY:
Uhmmm likkkee 6 years?

FACECLAIM:

Code:

[b]Shigeki no Kyojin[/b] :: [b]Mikasa Ackerman[/b]

Code:

[b]Yu Yu Hakusho[/b] :: [b]Youko Kurama[/b]

CUSTOM RANK:
Breathing Shell

DONE.. finallyy

Remember those Morphs and Amalgams apps.

Go go Demon rangers.

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