Cherry Rosier
Jun 30, 2013 15:05:07 GMT -7
Post by Cherry Rosier on Jun 30, 2013 15:05:07 GMT -7
Cherry Etel Rosier
"After the lights go out on you
After your worthless life is through
I will remember how you scream
I can't afford to care"
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Full Name - Cherry Etel Rosier
Nicknames/Alias - Black Mamba.
Age - 29
Date of Birth - August 18th
Gender - Female
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
Affiliation - She works for Cherry and Cherry alone.
Occupation - Pirate, Crime Boss of Paquin.
Play-By - Christina Hendricks <3
Build - Very curvy, lean
Height & Weight - 5'3, 129lbs
Hair -bright red, mid back, curly and unruly.
Eyes - Blue/green
Unique Features - scar of a past brand upon right hip, just above the rump as well as the right forearm. Both ears pierced.
Dressing Style - Dresses, daily style
Shoes
Other - Her favorite toy, so beware.
Likes - Money, Winning, Being in control, being underestimated, ending potential threats, business partners, punishing others the way she once was.
Dislikes - Small spaces, being disobeyed, other women generally, being undermined, getting blood on her shoes, children.
Quirks/Habits - When you're pushing her buttons the wrong way her left eye twitches ever so slightly.
Fears - Being in small spaces.
Secrets - There is still a 'soft' woman beneath the hard exterior. Terrified of being forced into prostitution.
Strengths - Ruthless, intelligent, seemingly harmless, gathering intel in the worst possible way.
Weaknesses - Not much on strength front, bad temper, when threatened with fire she can go a little off kilter, the mention of prostitution on her part, small dark spaces, cages.
Talents/Special Abilities - business proposals, taking out competition, very talented with a bladed whip.
Aspirations - To have hold over the entire drug cartel of the verse.
Overall Personality - Cherry appears outwardly friendly. She can appear to be very personable and outgoing, but once you step into her office her mannerisms take a much more curt route. She is devilishly sexy, like flirting with a shark. Despite her calm and collected appearance it doesn't take much to set off this spitfire. Put a toe out of line and watch the nuke go off. She's ruthless against enemies, gaining as much knowledge from torture as possible and then disposing of them. If they have no apparent need don't expect to be taken prisoner. Cherry does not forgive and she does not forget, if you cross her it will be for life.
Cherry is somewhat power hungry, wanting to control the entire drug cartel of the verse. She has already started branching out which has made her much more confident in general. She moves with a saunter and often has a sly smirk. She can be quite calculating and in casual conversation very intelligent. After spending most of your life locked away in a cage you spend a bit of extra time learning how to be a person again. Cherry made sure to watch the people in towns and cities to develop a more friendly demeanor. As such it has simply become a part of her.
Even when she's pushing a stiletto heel through the middle of your hand she'll be polite and friendly.
But piss her off and the fire will rage.
On the subject of friendship, lovers, and loyalty Cherry is extremely protective. If one is strong enough to push their way beneath the surface they'll find a place in her heart and from there on out Cherry will do everything in her power to make sure they're alright. She may not show it often, but there is love in there somewhere. Just buried under anger, hate, bitterness and the thirst for power.
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Father - Unknown
Mother - Starla Rosier, real age unknown, deceased due to harsh child labor, prostitute.
Siblings - Twin sister, whereabouts unknown, living status unknown.
Other Significant People -
Jeriff "Chaos" Jones, deceased, pimp who branded her at a young age to raise her as one of his working girls.
Heaven Jennings, deceased, prostitute that helped raise Cherry.
Destanee Jennings, deceased, prostitute that helped raise Cherry; sister to Heaven.
Onas Knox, 30, ally for Persephone.
Lin Hawkins, 28, ally for Beylix.
Pets - Malice; a large Black-Mouthed Mamba snake. Because the creature is often with her many people simply began to call her Black Mamba.
Your History - Cherry was born on Paquinn in the red light district. Her mother was a lowly prostitute, and not of the companion kind. She'd been knocked up by a client that had just been passing through. Upon the birth of Cherry and her twin sister her mother passed away from exhaustion. Jeriff, her mothers pimp, was pleased she had birthed two girls. Both with the same beaming red hair that made her so popular. He decided he would raise them both to work for him. However upon sending Cherry and her sister to Heaven, a prostitute that had just recently had a miscarriage, her sister was taken from him by the authorities. Cherry had been unlucky to be with a different vehicle at the time of the raid. So alas, she was stuck to live amongst the whores.
Her childhood was awful to say the least. At age 6 Jeriff, or Chaos as his street gang called him, branded her to mark that she would forever work for him. From the day it scarred over and began to heal Chaos tried to train her to be one of his working girls. He even went as far as to try and market her out to pedophiles. She didn't oblige, and because she was so uncontrollable and rebellious he often locked her in a small cage that was kept in his bedroom closet. Like an animal he brought her out to train, beat her when she wouldn't listen, and put her back in the cage.
Years passed, and puberty appeared, endowing her with the same lovely frame her mother had had before he'd worked her to the bone. He sought to sell off her virginity to the highest bidder, and from there he'd finally put her out on the streets. Still Cherry disobeyed him, fighting back. Growing tired of her he himself raped her and once again locked her in a cage to scream until her voice went ragged in fear. But he didn't quite understand the monster he was brewing behind those bars.
At 17 he once again tried to beat her into submission, letting his crew rape her repeatedly. He tried to make her beg, but Cherry would not break. She would not bend, and she refused to take it any longer. She fought back, and as small as she was, she needed only to wait until the male genitalia appeared. She struck hard and fast dropping two of his men like flies while the others took large steps back. One suggested they kill her, she wasn't going to submit and the only thing to do was to put her down like the animal she was.
Yet still Jeriff couldn't let go of his 17 year investment.
She only needed more incentive, he said.
That night he killed both Heaven and Destanee to make a point to her. Guilt tugged at her heart for months as she huddled in the corner of her dungeon, which was now in the basement of Jeriffs home. They did this routine for three more months but while locked in the basement, trapped in a cage with naught but the light that shimmered from beneath the backrooms door, she managed to keep her sanity. She boiled, seethed, in rage and the hunger for revenge. And Jeriff began to grow sloppy as she began to fool him into a sense of false security.
But of course the first night he called in a client for her to "appropriately serve" she managed to get her hands on the dagger he strapped to his hip. She knew his habits, she knew he wouldn't let her stand on his left with his gun. No he'd thing she wasn't quick enough to unlatch the holster for his bowie knife. But he underestimated her and she brandished that blade with the smile of someone victorious.
She stabbed him 17 times in the chest, one for each year of hell, and slit his throat.
From that day forward Cherry swore she would never again be caged like an animal, nor would she be forced into the service of men. She would take hold of her life, and theirs. They would kiss her feet and beg for their lives just as Jeriff had made her do. Or at least tried.
Her life of crime began that day as she rifled through the office of Jeriff for his contacts list. It wasn't difficult, if anything Chaos wasn't the least bit unorganized. Ironic, considering his name. She had been surprised he kept any kind of records, seeing as they were more than a little incriminating. But one by one she delivered herself to the doors of his contacts as a working girl. And one by one she killed each who refused to work under her command. It was the beginning of a long and wealthy working relationship.
They were terrified of her, and she made sure it stayed that way.
The first thing she did was take care of the working girls. Many of them needed real medical care and she provided. She took care of them and business boomed. Those who had been imprisoned to Jeriff were free to go and those who wished to stay did. So in the beginning Cherry was seen as a saint, but she was more ruthless and merciless than Jeriff.
Those who crossed her were brutally taken care of. Those who withheld information from her were dealt with in the harshest of manners. She created buildings and rooms designed around the murders and the tortures of enemies. It didn't take her long to take over the Paquin prostitution trade. Once she sat on top of that massive fortune she turned her sights on the drugs of her beloved home. In the land of entertainment drugs ran rampant, and she wanted a slice of that pie.
At 25 she had managed to get a substantial cut of that business and fought her way to the top with the same endless fury she had used in her previous business and only 3 years later at 28 she was the most revered name in the crime world of Paquin. She had even managed to ally herself with the up and coming boss of Persephone, Onas Knox. They had a mutual agreement, of course. He wouldn't meddle in her affairs and she wouldn't meddle in his. He'd help provide good sturdy ships for her drugs and women, or men, and she'd provide him with quality product for his own world.
It was a wonderful alliance. And once they took out Minerva she could have an even bigger cut of the drug dealings on Persephone.
On top of that she had also made nice with a lovely mechanic on Beylix who would not only fix her ships but help hull out others to create cargo space. She was also quite knowledgeable on who Cherry should be selling to on that particular planet. After all rebellions were troubled times. Soldiers didn't mind a little tail and a good high from time to time.
Now with her foot in the door of two different planets and a heavy standing on her own she's open for business, looking to take to the black and to bolster her crew heavily.
What should we call you? - Hannii
Roleplaying Experience - too much.
Where did you find us? - I been here, duuuh
Prove Yourself - Don't you worry my friend. Everything is just shiny here.
Post Script -
Other characters - ^-^; Sio, Harper, Aislinn, Savi, Emery, and Isi if she hasn't been deleted yet.
How we should contact you - See Harper Montgomery's app.
Roleplay Example -
Cherry sat quietly behind her desk sipping on a cup of green tea. Blue-green eyes danced over the interactive desk face, bringing up information as she scrolled. For a time she paused on a face, recognizing the features and frowning. That was one of Chaos' old clients, one she hadn't been able to find during her take over. She raised a brow, leaning back in her chair and bringing the hologram up to see his face more clearly. He had aged, and this was recent. They'd been gathering intel on a small time gang that was trying to put a damper on her working girls.
Now she couldn't have that.
A curt knock on the door set her gaze towards the painted red door. Swiping her hand over the interactive desk face to hide her research she called out softly, "Come in, Carmichael."
Carmichael was the head of her security. The man was damn near daft, and his eyes had a habit of straying to areas it ought not to. But all in all he was adequate muscle, and his team was quite competent. While Carmichael held the office of command it was really Mikhail that did all the thinking, and most of the ordering as well. He was brilliant in his security measures, and he knew his place among her ranks. He wouldn't even look her in the eye.
That unnerved her. Most men, when they won't look you in the eye, are hiding their betrayal of you.
Carmichael trotted into her grandiose office, his square shaped head bouncing with his prance. "We gotcha another rat, Boss." He said with an eager grin. Like a puppy waiting for his reward after doing a trick. Perhaps she should pat him on the head as well. He'd probably hump her leg if she did. The short red haired woman rose from her chair, a sly grin tugging at soft lips. She went from friendly and personable to down right frightening in half a second.
"Send him to my facility." He turned to leave, "Carmichael. This is one of Nolans men, yes?" she asked, placing her hands behind her back. "She is." He said and her grin widened a bit. "Fantastic. Have him sent to my private questioning chamber. Oh, and send word to Emmitt. He'll need to be on stand by in case the bugger tries to die on me." She said with a nod.
"Good work, now go."
He sauntered on out, his head held high and Cherry lightly pressed her finger on underside of her desk. The wall to her office slid slightly to the left, revealing a hidden door. Her heels sunk into the plush black carpet as she pushed the door inward. After it closed and locked she pressed another button, making sure the wall covered her entrance without a hitch. She now stood in a gun metal grey room. The tile floors clicked as if to thank her shoes for walking on them. Against the far wall screens danced with life. Each monitoring everything that was going on in her building. Each entrance and exit, even the bedrooms of her crew. All save for hers.
She watched in earnest as their prisoner was dragged into her private tor-... interrogation room. She leaned over the large control panel and pressed firmly on the unmarked button and grinned as the panel to her left rose silently.
Inside the pale blue room, strapped down to a table, was a very lovely young thing. She couldn't have been more than 18. Cherry lifted a brow and watched her in silence. Panic rode her pixie like features, but there was a bit of steely resolve beneath it. That was bothersome. She pressed the button labeled front desk and grinned, "Make sure Emmitt brings the torch." She chided calmly. "Oh, and an apron. Mine have all gone to the wash. I've got a meeting with Onas in an hour and I won't have time to change."
Cherry stood in front of the glass knowing full and well that the young girl could see her. The red haired snake of a woman never hid behind the one way mirrors. No, she wanted them to sweat when they saw her. Torture was a game of the mind. And she was very good at it.
That happened when you've been nothing but tortured your entire life.
Cherry waited until there was a buzz on the intercom, informing her of Emmitts arrival. Which mean it was time to play. She pressed in her code making her way down a hallway and into a second room that was nearly identical to the one conjoined with her office. No one knew that room existed. After all she'd killed the man who had built it.
Emmitt, a incredibly tall but vaguely innocent looking man, stood just outside the door. She yanked it open and he immediately held the apron out for her to step into while juggling the rest of her tools. The doctor pushed his glasses up onto his nose as he peered into the monitor. "She's so young."
"Mmm, yes. Which means she'll be quick work if she's anything like her predecessors." Cherry said boredly, pulling on gloves.
The door clicked open and the crime boss entered with Emmitt fast on her heels. She leaned over the girls face running a gloved hand down her cheek.
"Do you know who I am, darling?" She said softly, her eyes shining.
"Yes." the pixie of a girl replied, her voice no louder than a mouse.
"Do you know what I want?" She retorted, intelligence keen in her eyes.
"You want me to give up my father."
Cherry's eyes lit up. Her father! Oh now this was a treat. Usually she tortured and then killed, but this little dove she could use. Which was a pity because she had hoped to simply dispose of her and be done with it.
"Well now... It'd be grand if you'd just give me what I want. You can be on your merry little way." She said in a chipper voice.
"You're a liar. Everyone knows the Black Mamba doesn't release victims." She said in a quivering voice.
"I never said you'd be going alive."
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