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Revision as of 05:25, 17 January 2017


Twisted
Player: @team4#7866
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"Who will save the 'bad' ones from those who call themselves 'good'?"
Character Build
Class Focus: Radiant
Power Level: 25
Research & Development: Mistycism
Biographical Data
Real Name: Twisted
Known Aliases: Dragonfly; Youkai
Gender: Female
Species: Twisted Fairy (maybe she is an alter ego of a Fairy called Samsara)
Ethnicity: She looks like a mix of latin an asian.
Place of Birth: No one kwos yet, she was adopted
Base of Operations: She lives in MC downtown, close to Ravenswood Academy, on a penthouse rented by her parents.
Relatives: Her adoptive parents, David Simmons and Adalene le Fleur Simmons.
Characteristics
Age: 17 years
Height: 4'6"
Weight: 97 lbs.
Eyes: purple violet
Hair: Black
Complexion: Extremely good shape, red skin, black and purple horns, violet and black wings.
Physical Build: Muscular
Physical Features: absolutely no marks or scars on her skin.
Status
Alignment:
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Chaotic Good

Reputation:
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Reclusive

Identity: Public
Years Active: 1
Citizenship: Millenium City
Occupation: Full time curious about our world.
Education: She is in highschool through her 'sister', Samsara.
Marital Status: Single
Known Powers and Abilities
Twisted has, mostly, 'health powers'. They can be used both to heal or harm.
Equipment and Paraphernalia
Twisted is not familiar to technology, at all. But she's always carrying her old iPhone, that she uses to text her closest friends.
Attributes
 
   Strength
   Endurance
 
   Agility
   Speed
 
   Fighting
   Projectiles
 
   Durability
   Resistance
 
   Intelligence
   Psyche
 
   Intuition
   Charisma
 
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Short Info

Img 1.1 - Samsara & Twisted: two sides of Dragonfly.

Who is Samsara?
Samsara Le Fleur Simmons was left at the door of her parents as a baby, with a strange note containing her name and the recommendation to feed her with much love, so she would become who was meant to be, in a balanced way. Once a teen, she discovered herself a fairy, like the stories. During this period she also discovered her other secret ...

Who is Twisted?
Samsara thinks she has another side of herself, another ego, that she considers "her evil side": where Samsara is made only of calm, kindness and lightness, this other girl is completely made of passion, curiosity and enthusiasm for all sorts of risky and strange things. She called this other self "Twisted". Twisted did not like this name at first, but ended up clinging to it, for the irony of seeing the meaning of her own name in the world around.

Who is Dragonfly?
Dragonfly is believed to be the resulting mix of the two egos of Samsara. At the same time a dedicated healer and a ferocious fighter, Dragonfly has a keen instinct for peace and war.




**ATTENTION: The following material is the result of a continuous process of interviews under hypnosis, previously approved by the subject.**



A Twisted Beginning



I woke up. Today is a very special day. It's my birthday. I slept happy yesterday because I wanted today to arrive asap, and now it's here! Yay! Wait, wait, what's going on? Why I can't open my eyes? What happened? Wait, it's not that I can't open my eyes, my eyes are already open, but ... the world has disappeared! The light is gone! I can't even see myself!


Okay, okay, but I'm still here. I know who I am.


My name is Samsara, I am an incredibly beautiful blonde fairy. Well, I did not always know I'm a fairy. When my parents first met me, I was just a blonde baby girl (I've been left in a basket in front of the house of David Simmons and Adalene le Fleur Simmons, the best parents anyone can have), but on my last birthday I gained my wings. How cool is that? Not everyone has the chance to grow wings on the 12th anniversary. My parents almost went crazy, but I was excited from the beginning! So, this is it, This is who I am: a beautiful and beloved blonde teen fairy, with beautiful antennae and incredible butterfly wings.


But now, nothing is beautiful or incredible about my situation. I try to stand up, in the middle of this 'non-existence' and BAM: I hit an invisible wall with my forehead, really hard (everything is invisible in this darkness). I try to move my hands to the side and, yes: walls everywhere. The world has not disappeared, I'm the only one who has disappeared! Someone, somehow, trapped me in a stone coffin! How did I get here?! What happened?!? I scream, no one hears, and I can't hear anyone! Nothing! I will never leave this place! I will stay here forever! NO! I have to fight! I have to break these walls! I have to believe, to use all my strength! It's not working! I'm too weak! That's it, I'm going to die here! No! No! I'll hit those walls until they break! Argh! My hands hurt! It's not working! This can't be happening! HELP! Someone save me! NNNNYYYYEEEEEAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!


Suddenly, a flash! Everything turns white, and I close my eyes.


When I open them, I'm in my bed, still screaming. My parents break into my room to see what's wrong (they've been scared of my birthdays since my last), and I cry and jump to hug them 'Oh my God, I had the worst nightmare ever!' They look at me, really scared and my dad just lets it out: "What happened to you, Sam? What is this now?"


I turn to the mirror on the left and now I'm just another person: black hair, bright purple eyes, black and purple horns instead of my beautiful antennae and black and violet feather wings instead of my amazing butterfly ones!


With nothing to say, I just say "I don't know", and only then do I realize how different my voice sounds. I've become someone else!


I hear a scream, inside my head, It's my voice, my real voice, screaming "somebody help me! What happened!? Where am I?! Is anyone listening?!? Help! Heeeeelp!!!"


It's me! The real me! Caught inside where the hell I was before! We changed places!


Now I see: I'm not Samsara, Samsara is trapped somewhere 'cause I'm here!


But who am I? Why do we have this connection? Why do I have all of her freaking memories and no memory of myself? Where was I before? How we changed places? How can I set her free?


I jump from my father's arms and start running, down stairs, to get into the streets and find Sam.


While I'm running, the air explodes suddenly. Everything turns white.


When the flash passes, I'm stuck in the dark again. Alone.


I can not fight it all again now. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep.


Perhaps, at least, Samsara is free again ...



Dreaming a Real Life



...I wake. How much time has passed? What nightmare was that? No! Everything is still completely dark! I slowly move my hands around, and the same walls are here, at all sides. I'm still stuck. It wasn't a nightmare. It was all real. I'm still stuck here, in this lonely stone coffin, probably in the middle of nowhere, while Samsara is free somewhere, trying to figure out what happened. I scream and cry a lot, for a long time, and finally I get tired. I sleep again.


I woke. I'm awake. I know I am. It's strange, but, I know I'm awake because I'm back in the same nightmare. The nightmare of the stone coffin. For a long time I was not here. For a long time I was Samsara, I was with my parents, I enjoyed life, I learned to use and control my powers, I evolved. I even decided to become a hero!


It's weird: being here now, and knowing that I have been here all this time, I might think that all these things were just dreams. That my mind created these fantasies to escape while I slept. But I know it's nothing like that. I know it was not a dream. It was all real. I remember everything. Every day. I even know what day it is.


And I know it's been six months since this nightmare began.


This leads to the next obvious question: if six months have passed, how am I still here? I mean, I should be dead, shouldn't I? I have not eaten for six months! God, I didn't even breathe for six months? But I feel myself breathing. Where does the air come from? There is no light, and the walls are smooth, absurdly smooth, like marble. There is not any air intake, at least there doesn't seem to be.


This is very intriguing, but I do not think anyone will show up to give me answers. Besides, the fact that I'm alive still brings me another terrible conclusion: it'll never end. I'm not going to die, but I'm not leaving here either. The most life I can have is to go back to sleep and stay receiving the memories of Samsara as she lives: living a real life, within a dream.


That sounds crazy, but in my situation, what doesn't? If I have to choose between these two follies, then I choose to dream. That's it, I'm tired of crying, tired of despairing, it doesn't change anything. I'll dream. I'm going to sleep and dream.


When I'm about to fall asleep again, it hits me: Then what? What happens to me if my connection to Samsara is broken? Even if it never happens, what happens to me when Samsara grows up, grows old, and dies? Am I growing old in this place? If I don't starve and don't need to eat, is time really going by?


No. I need to find out. I need to know, at last, what's going on. Samsara is not worried about that. I know she's not, 'cause I've followed every day of her in the last six months. My parents took her to a psychologist specialized in meta-humans and 'discovered' that I'm a psychic deviation of Samsara. A deviation so powerful that, when it manifests itself, it makes her change her appearance. So nothing really happened. Samsara only does regular sessions with her psychologist and, since I 'do not exist', Samsara and my parents struggled only to forget me completely in the last few months.


I need to go out again, I need to show that it's nothing like that, I need to show that I'm their daughter too, that I'm living in this hell and that they need to worry, they need to save me. But how? How do I get out of here again? I do not even know how I got out the first time! Come on, I need to remember, what happened? I remember that I made a lot of force to leave, that I tried to break the walls, and that I despaired ... That's it! Our minds are linked! It's through the power of my mind that I leave here! Through my will to leave! That's it, this will work!



"Hi Mom, Hi Dad!"



I make a lot of effort, I despair, I scream, but nothing happens. Why don't? I know the effort is not useless, I've escaped once, so there's some way out again. It gotta have a way. I need to focus on this: I've already freed myself once, I've struggled enough to appear in Samsara's bed ...


Thats it! The bed! I managed to get out because it was a moment when Samsara was sleeping! I just need to sleep now, follow Samsara's footsteps all day, wake up as soon as she fall asleep and, at that moment, force my entrance. That's it. I'm going to sleep and dream again. This time, I sleep happy. I sleep full of hope.


Life is good again, the day is fun at school, I'm with my friends. After school, I go back home, have lunch, do my homework and prepare for Kathy Margarida's birthday party, my best friend! The time has come, I put on my new dress. It's so gorgeous! I get to the party. Lots of fun! I talk to Kathy about a lot of things, we dance, we laugh a lot and, most important of all, we talk about Nick. He is absolutely perfect! The most handsome boy there is! He's at the party, we talk too, and he's absolutely sweet to me. It's a shame Mom still will not let me date. But when she let me, we'll be the most beautiful couple in school. There's no way I'll stop loving him, and there's definitely no way he can't love me either. And I'm sure he already noticed that. I hope my mother lets us date soon. The party ends, I go home, and finally - tired and happy - I lie down. It was a perfect day. I sleep happy.


No, wait. I didn't sleep happy. She slept. Finally, Samsara fell asleep. I need to wake up now! There it is,I'm awake, in my familiar darkness again, much darker than the dark room of Samsara. Let's go, this is my chance! Come on, girl! Come on! Come on!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!


The air explodes, everything turns white. I can't see anything, but I already know what happened. It worked!


I look around. I'm in Sam's bed. Not in her head, but for real! Apparently there was no noise. It's okay for now. Then I hear a loud scream, very sharp! What was that?!? It's Samsara! It's Samsara inside my head! I can hear her, where I was, desperately wanting to come back. No! This can't happen now! If she comes back, I'll get stuck. She doesn't want to free me, she just wants to get rid of me. It's what everyone wants. But that's not fair, I did not do anything wrong. I will not be condemned just because it is more comfortable for others.


I focus heavily on staying, not giving up my place to Samsara. The screams get a little more muffled after a while. That's it, it worked. Hold on, Sam, I have other things to do. I know it's scary, but I know you're safe and well.


This is the moment for all truth to come out. I go slowly to my parents' room. They are not there. I walk down the stairs very slowly, and they are in the living room. I position myself a few steps behind the couch, prepare myself and exclaim, all at once: "hi mom, hi dad!"


They jumped up from the couch and looked at me, as if they were seeing a ghost: "Sam! What happened? Calm down, little girl, it's going to be okay!", Dad says.


"Samsara is not here, daddy. I am. I came back, and we need to talk ... "



-=<TO BE CONTINUED...>=-




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