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Candice Marie Lewis, "Candi"
Candice Marie Lewis, "Candi"
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[break]Species Human
[break]Playby Candice Swanpoel
[break]Height 5 foot 10 inches
[break]Weight About 120 pounds
[break]Hair Light brown dyed blonde; periodically highlights it. Right now it has a few strawberry highlights in it
[break]Eye Color baby blue
[break]Scars/Tattoos Small heart on her right wrist
[break]Usual Attire Candice can always be found in tight fitting t-shirts, short skirts, and way too much make up with high heels you could kill someone with. She is only seen in sweatshirts when she is at home, or when she's stealing a boyfriend's clothes.
[break]General Aura It depends on who you are dealing with. If you are dealing with the true Candice, she can be somewhat shy and carry herself with her gaze facing downward. If you're dealing with Candi, that's a whole different story. Candi is very independent acting and walks with determination and pride, as if she's got a vendetta and something to prove against the entire world.
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[break]Species Human
[break]Playby Candice Swanpoel
[break]Height 5 foot 10 inches
[break]Weight About 120 pounds
[break]Hair Light brown dyed blonde; periodically highlights it. Right now it has a few strawberry highlights in it
[break]Eye Color baby blue
[break]Scars/Tattoos Small heart on her right wrist
[break]Usual Attire Candice can always be found in tight fitting t-shirts, short skirts, and way too much make up with high heels you could kill someone with. She is only seen in sweatshirts when she is at home, or when she's stealing a boyfriend's clothes.
[break]General Aura It depends on who you are dealing with. If you are dealing with the true Candice, she can be somewhat shy and carry herself with her gaze facing downward. If you're dealing with Candi, that's a whole different story. Candi is very independent acting and walks with determination and pride, as if she's got a vendetta and something to prove against the entire world.
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Likes Sunshine, Snow, Puppies, Furs[break]
Dislikes loud noises, mean people, slimy things, cheap dates[break]
Fears Never being accepted, not getting what she wants[break]
Overall Personality Hello lovelies, my name is Candi. I’m not real, I’m a fragment of Candice’s mind that she created so she could protect herself. Eventually maybe, with the right help she would be able to make herself whole again. For now though, she must stay hidden, hiding behind a strong face. Times became rough when I was created…and though she doesn’t really know I’m there, I’m the part of her that loves herself. That’s why I broke away. Because she began to loathe herself, she began to cut, she began to contemplate how many pills it would take to kill herself. And crying one night, silently so they couldn’t hear-I broke away to give her a way to be stronger. So that I could protect her better. [break]
She has dreams, she had aspirations-she could have followed them, if we hadn’t decided to run away at age 16. She is a bright young girl, she dropped out of school and was struggling because of the social aspects, not because she was stupid. With love, with care, with help-she could become the greatest thing to ever have been shown to the world, and instead in darkness we hide, just trying to get through to the next day. [break]
She is a sweet thing, but we have learned to manipulate others into getting what we want. Sell our body so that others might give us something worth having, such as food, as clothing. Oh; don’t get me wrong-some nights are fun, and some nights…it leaves scars. Men who pick up hookers do not do it for how they look, but instead how they are in bed. And though above the collar we are a sight to see, below it there are scars; both mental and physical, that will need time to heal before we will consider ourself whole and beautiful inside and out. I’ve got a pretty face, and that’s about all I can say is pretty abought me.[break]
[/PTab]Likes Sunshine, Snow, Puppies, Furs[break]
Dislikes loud noises, mean people, slimy things, cheap dates[break]
Fears Never being accepted, not getting what she wants[break]
Overall Personality Hello lovelies, my name is Candi. I’m not real, I’m a fragment of Candice’s mind that she created so she could protect herself. Eventually maybe, with the right help she would be able to make herself whole again. For now though, she must stay hidden, hiding behind a strong face. Times became rough when I was created…and though she doesn’t really know I’m there, I’m the part of her that loves herself. That’s why I broke away. Because she began to loathe herself, she began to cut, she began to contemplate how many pills it would take to kill herself. And crying one night, silently so they couldn’t hear-I broke away to give her a way to be stronger. So that I could protect her better. [break]
She has dreams, she had aspirations-she could have followed them, if we hadn’t decided to run away at age 16. She is a bright young girl, she dropped out of school and was struggling because of the social aspects, not because she was stupid. With love, with care, with help-she could become the greatest thing to ever have been shown to the world, and instead in darkness we hide, just trying to get through to the next day. [break]
She is a sweet thing, but we have learned to manipulate others into getting what we want. Sell our body so that others might give us something worth having, such as food, as clothing. Oh; don’t get me wrong-some nights are fun, and some nights…it leaves scars. Men who pick up hookers do not do it for how they look, but instead how they are in bed. And though above the collar we are a sight to see, below it there are scars; both mental and physical, that will need time to heal before we will consider ourself whole and beautiful inside and out. I’ve got a pretty face, and that’s about all I can say is pretty abought me.[break]
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Current Residence Wherever Rayven is
Current Relationships Rayven
Birthday November 9[break]
Parents N/A[break]
Siblings None[break]
Children None[break]
Life Events Candice was born to a drunk and a drug addict. She was quickly thrown into the system, being taken by child services when she was 2 years old. She doesn't remember the abuse in the first home; she was removed when she was 5 years. As a young girl, she was full of dreams. Dreams of being a movie star, dreams of being a model. Eyes always on her-loving her, adoring her. But those dreams quickly died as more and more abuse kept happening.
She bounced from home to home, having no one to turn to, no friends to tell her what was truly right or wrong. She struggled in schools as she was bounced around. Some of the homes were worse than others; and she could say nothing, do nothing, because she would only fear the wrath of her foster parents. Raped, beaten, starved-she grew up not knowing what love was, learning to just manipulate people into getting what she wanted-pretending to be someone she wasn't before she was hurt worse. She split apart perhaps when she was fifteen; hoping to find a way to save herself. In this manner...she was able to gain the courage to run away when she was 16. She lived on the streets for a time, knowing that begging she would be found...so she turned to something worse. Prostitution. She could make a hundred dollars in a night, just by selling her body. Her innocence had been stripped from her at a young age-what did it matter to give her body to someone else? The split mind helped her, hid her true self away and created a callous empty shell for herself to let the men use her body at night. But in her town, prostitution was cracked down on, and she was forced to find elsewhere, forced to leave town in a hurry...[break]
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Attending the winter carnival, Candice ran into Rayven, whom hired her for the time he was at Firefly Falls and they are getting to know each other.
[/PTab]Current Residence Wherever Rayven is
Current Relationships Rayven
Birthday November 9[break]
Parents N/A[break]
Siblings None[break]
Children None[break]
Life Events Candice was born to a drunk and a drug addict. She was quickly thrown into the system, being taken by child services when she was 2 years old. She doesn't remember the abuse in the first home; she was removed when she was 5 years. As a young girl, she was full of dreams. Dreams of being a movie star, dreams of being a model. Eyes always on her-loving her, adoring her. But those dreams quickly died as more and more abuse kept happening.
She bounced from home to home, having no one to turn to, no friends to tell her what was truly right or wrong. She struggled in schools as she was bounced around. Some of the homes were worse than others; and she could say nothing, do nothing, because she would only fear the wrath of her foster parents. Raped, beaten, starved-she grew up not knowing what love was, learning to just manipulate people into getting what she wanted-pretending to be someone she wasn't before she was hurt worse. She split apart perhaps when she was fifteen; hoping to find a way to save herself. In this manner...she was able to gain the courage to run away when she was 16. She lived on the streets for a time, knowing that begging she would be found...so she turned to something worse. Prostitution. She could make a hundred dollars in a night, just by selling her body. Her innocence had been stripped from her at a young age-what did it matter to give her body to someone else? The split mind helped her, hid her true self away and created a callous empty shell for herself to let the men use her body at night. But in her town, prostitution was cracked down on, and she was forced to find elsewhere, forced to leave town in a hurry...[break]
In Roleplay Additions: [break]
Attending the winter carnival, Candice ran into Rayven, whom hired her for the time he was at Firefly Falls and they are getting to know each other.
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Friendship None Yet[break]
Enemies None Yet[break]
Mentors None Yet[break]
Lovers Currently plotting with Rayven, one of RileyCasper 's characters[break]
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She will be turned into a werewolf by Rayven shortly. Her eyes as a wolf will be gray/blue and her coat will be pure white.
[/PTab]Friendship None Yet[break]
Enemies None Yet[break]
Mentors None Yet[break]
Lovers Currently plotting with Rayven, one of RileyCasper 's characters[break]
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She will be turned into a werewolf by Rayven shortly. Her eyes as a wolf will be gray/blue and her coat will be pure white.
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