PANDORA, Crissatha Isobel

[Crissatha Isobel Pandora]

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• DEAD OR ALIVE •

CRISSATHA PANDORA

"A twisted up frown disguised as a smile"

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NICKNAME • Cris, Bitch, Ice Bitch
AGE • 23
GENDER • Female
SEXUALITY • Straight
OCCUPATION • Prostitute {Dusty Blossom Worker}
CLASS • Low
FACE CLAIM • Skye Sweetnam

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"Hand upon a deadman's gun, and you're looking down the sights,"

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Cris has long chestnut hair that reaches past her shoulders, a few inches below. She doesn’t have many curves at all, in fact she’s pretty flat, which sets her apart from the other people that she works with and makes her unique. She is agile though, can twist her body in ways that you cannot handle (in her own words). She stands at five eight with a lean body that doesn’t have much fat on it because she gets enough exercise to insure that she doesn’t gain much weight if any at all. She also wears mostly dark colors because it brings out the bright eyes, the bright icy blue eyes, which she claims are her best features. She also only ever walks around barefoot, she cannot stand shoes because she finds them restricting.

EYE COLOR • To say that Cris’s eyes are pure blue would be an understatement. She has the lightest ice blue eyes possible and they are usually very guarded like she’s hiding from the world behind an ice wall. She has cat eyes and is usually wearing a lot of black eyeliner to accentuate this feature, though she leaves her lips natural without any form of makeup.
HEIGHT • 5’8
WEIGHT • Around 120
BUILD • Cris is lean, with barely any visible muscle. She’s graceful, and has a gymnast’s build. Not much of a fighter, but she can defend herself. Agile.
SCARS? • Cris actually has a small scar, bright white, that stretches down her back parallel to her spine, but it starts on the tip of her right shoulder blade. She hides it.
Her eyes
UNIQUE CHARACTERISTIC • Her eyes.

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"Your heart is worn, and the seams are torn,"

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Cris is...Cris. She's icy, blocked off, refuses to feel because she doesn't want to let people in, you know that bitch who seems to snap for no apparent reason? Yeah, that's her. She doesn't like to let people close emotionally and if anything gets too emotional, you've entirely lost her. Not just her attention, but her. Entirely. Like she'll tell you to fuck yourself ten different ways, just how she is.

She doesn't like when things are cliched, she refuses to be that cliche. She will go out of her way, in fact, to avoid anything that's too normal and expected. For example, she's a prostitute with a nearly nonexistant chest, breaking the rules right there.

On that note, Cris was a very sexual creature even before she fell into the less than reputable employment that she currently finds herself in. She likes to flirt, and enjoys the company of men far more than that of women. However, for all her loving and her flirting, the idea of committing to one of them freaks her out, She would rather be a free spirit, not tied down, mostly becuase of the emotional bit that was mentioned earlier.

The last bit of Cris's personality is that she's musical. She likes to sing, teach her to play an instrument and she loves you, and she can often be caught singing the tunes that are in her head.

LIKES •

chocolate; What can she say? She has a love of sweets that runs deep.

sex/boys/flirting; She wouldn’t be very good at her job otherwise, now would she? Even before she took up what she does for a living, she loved to flirt and get boy’s attention. It was the only attention she felt like she got on her own rights as it was.

singing; Well, music in general really. Music is a release. She’s so iced off and bitchy all the time, it’s the one time she can let go of all that pent up emotion.

individuality; She hates the idea of anyone being able to turn her into something else. She had lived most of her life by someone else’s rules. Now she intends to live by her own.

DISLIKES •

committing Settling down, being tied down, the works. She hates committing to one certain boy, or man as it were. She prefers to flit around.

her past; She hates her past, her family, anything that happened before she became her own person. She doesn’t like any mention of it.

frills; She’s not some girly girl. She’s tough and she can handle herself and she hates the idea of anyone trying to take control of her life. She can handle herself.

predictability; Life’s more fun when its unpredictable.

WEAKNESSES •

stubborn; She doesn’t let anyone tell her what to do, she makes her own mistakes and gets into her own troubles. It often does get her into serious trouble.

inside herself; When she's upset she shuts out the world, ignores everything and makes her a target

unemotional; She sucks at helping other people, she can’t comfort to save her life at all. She also shuts out the world a lot of the time.

trust issues; Doesnt let herself feel or trust, often leads to her ignoring what she should listen to

STRENGTHS •

agile; She’s very…er...flexible and can very much so handle herself in this respect. She may not be the strongest but she can flip and twist in ways that will make it damn hard to hit her.

untrusting; Not trusting means that she doesn’t get hurt from trusting people.

direction; has a good sense of direction.

FEARS •

claustrophobic; Cris is extremely claustrophobic to an almost scary scale. She starts to have panic attacks if she’s kept somewhere too small for too long and even the idea of it can make her dizzy and possibly have a minor attack.

commitment; She hates being committed to anyone, it makes her afraid of getting hurt

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"And they've given you a reason to fight."

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Phillip Phassee (father)
Phillip Phassee Jr (brother)
Melody Phassee (older sister)
Daniella Phassee (older sister)
PETS • Chii, a small black cat that often lounges on her bed when she’s not using it.
HISTORY •

Marianna was born a rich socialite to a family of old money. She had been raised to be the housewife and take care of the house, help run the business…basically to be the perfect woman. She had been groomed that way, her mother had groomed her much the way that she would groom her children. She married Phillip Phasee, the once rambunctious son of a wealthy man who settled down under Marianna’s dominating watch. Under Marianna’s direction, their already sizable wealth grew. And soon the estate they lived on did as well. And the stables. As well as whatever else they owned. Which was roughly a quarter of her town’s businesses. She had Phillip Jr. first who was the apple of his mother’s eye, she adored him. He rode so well, always came home with trophies, he was naturally brilliant…and he flirted as easily with girls as he was respectful with his parents’ friends. He was perfect.

Melina was next and she was much the same as her older brother except gentler. She never rode, she never was rough and rowdy. She was a perfect lady and had a passion for actually making her own clothes. She was a lady in every sense of the world. Three years later came Darla. She was a bit more wild, and once she hit 13 she was all over news and gossip, but Marianna let it be…because it was still attention and it was normal for old money children to go wild.

Darla was two and Marianna was bored. The nannies cared for the children, the cooks did all the meals, the tutors took care of homework, and the gardeners took care of the yard. She only ever wanted three children, so her sex life with Phillip dwindled down. She was simply bored. She went out. And had an affair. He said his name was Aaron, and he was gorgeous, she simply couldn’t have resisted if she wanted to. She still played the perfect wife at home…but it was exciting for Marianna who had never done anything of the sort ever. It was a wild month of sneaking away from her home to sneak around with him and fuck him silly, the only issue came at the end of that month. She became pregnant. And when he knew he left.

The realization that she had had a child with another man shocked Marianna back into her old ways…but worse. She was obsessed with perfection because she had done something that wasn’t perfect at all. When the child was born, she was relieved that the girl had her eyes at the very least…even if everything else didn’t resemble Marianna at all. She named the girl Aria.

She also didn’t act like either of the children that came before her.

Aria didn’t realize how much getting gold prize mattered to her mother, she just thought it was fun. Also…this was before her mother decided to train Phillip to become his father’s heir. So Phillip taught her how to ride and encouraged her wild behavior because, quite frankly, he thought his sister’s wild spirit was refreshing. He was often hurting himself however, and he taught Aria how to bandage him up so that way their mother wouldn’t know. She was only six, but she didn’t do half bad. As the years went on…she would only get better after all. And she did get better. So good their parents stopped noticing when he came in hurt.

It happened when she was eight. She was on her favorite horse that she had named Pyrois. Why? Because it was the first name that had popped into her head. And as a young Phasee, she was denied nothing…because Aria won all her competitions on horseback. But at any rate, when she was eight something happened. A snake spooked Pyrois…and he bucked, throwing Aria. To her misfortune, she ended up hitting the fencepost with the loose nail….it hit her square in the small of her back…and as she slid down it slid up her back…she screamed bloody murder when it caught at her shoulderblade and she practically hung by it for a few moments before falling. Panicking, Phillip had tried to hide it.

But a day later it was hard to ignore the red seeping through her shirt. Her mother found it and was livid. She may hate her youngest daughter…but as long as Cris was winning she would pretend to care. She actually yelled at Phillip and it caused a rift between the two siblings that would never be mended. Her mother also decided to allow her to take up a new hobby, with gymnastics, and aerobics of all sorts, being told that it would help Aria recover faster.

And damn did Aria love it. She wasn’t the best, and she wasn’t the fastest…but she loved it and she did well enough. Not well enough for her mother of course, but well….nothing ever really was.

Aria hit puberty early, that akward phase. It messed with her hormones and made her emotional, less likely to focus on her work. And her schooling dropped because of this. And then she had issues with her physical sports because she was in her “filly years” where all her limbs just seemed too long. Her mother snapped. When Aria failed…she got shoved in a closet that her mother called the Thinking Room.

And then she would tell Aria how she wasn’t supposed to be alive. How she was an accident that shouldn’t have happened. And she would explain to the ten year old exactly how she had failed.

Aria retreated into herself. Gone was the fire in her soul that existed with her brother’s insistence. Gone was her smile. She began to read a lot to escape the real world. She would avoid her family as much as possible. She was alone in every sense of the word. She rarely left her room either, she didn’t need to. She still went to her competitions…she immersed herself in them, and she became flawless at her gymnastics…so her mother stopped bothering her about that at least. Aria was cold in some ways, a shy book worm that never spoke…never felt. And she ran away from things rather than face them.

When Aria was in the equivalent of fourth grade with her tutors, she asked her mother to let her go around the other kids her age, go to school. Marianna refused. She said it would be a waste of time and no Phasee would attend such a low class school. But Aria was convinced life would be better outside, away from her mother. She made a deal with her mother. If she stayed at the top of the class, she could go to School. And Marianna agreed, figuring maybe this would motivate her fail of a daughter. She gave Aria the cold calculating look she reserved especially for this daughter. And agreed.

And Aria smiled.

I wish I could tell you she was right and life got easier after going to a public school. But it got worse. In school she was “Mousey Aria” who never spoke. She was teased because she had wealth and because she never spoke. And she grew to hate girls for their mean teasing ways. In her mind…girls are all backstabbing bitches. Because that was what they did to her. Most of Aria’s lunch periods were spent in the bathroom with her feet up, locked in a stall…crying. Aria cried a lot.

Distraught, Melinda went to her sister. Melinda had always been Aria’s rock, giving her new books when her mother took them away, comforting her when she cried…Aria adored Mellie more than anyone else in the world. And she brought Darla, they’re wild socialite sister into the mix. Together they made Aria…gorgeous. Aria had always been pretty, but her wild icy eyes had been hidden under long lashes, always looking down, her blossoming figure behind baggy sweaters and skirts…they remade the now fourteen year old girl into something gorgeous. So, working together, they snuck her out. Into a bar. Being that the sisters knew just about everybody there due to their status in society, the owners turned a blind eye to the younger girl in their bar and pretended it didn’t exist as long as she didn’t drink and behaved herself.

Boys fell all over her and for the first time she felt love. Aria would dance and flirt and she started to open up a little bit. Boys were her freedom in those days. She was extremely naive and didn’t realize that they were interested in her because she was gorgeous and wealthy, all she knew was that she was finally getting attention. She flirted, she played, she danced….when she was out it was like she was a different person, a happier person. This made Darla and Melinda happy, they had finally brought their baby sister out of her shell, if only for a few hours every night before she shut down again at home. She could flirt and dance with boys…and be the center of attention, which she never really got to be before.

One night she did drink…and she shouldn’t have. She lost her virginity that night…and because of how she lost it, she doesn’t see sex as a sacred act at all. Its just…something to do. She doesn’t remember losing her virginity either. She just knows she did.

When her mother found out she was livid. She actually hit Aria and shoved her in the Thinking Room…for a full day. It sent Aria into her very first panic attack. And it caused her to be so deeply claustrophobic as she now is.

And she ran away after this, as fast and as far as she could, not stopping to think about how she should have taken clothes, and money, or something at least to sustain herself, she just wanted to get away from Amarillo as fast as she possibly could, she doesn’t want to be near her mother ever again. She made it all the way to Laredo before finally passing out from hunger and exhaustion. And someone found her, someone scooped her up and brought her home with him. She was sick and he took care of her, taught her how to sing to pass the time and to make her smile which he found rare in her. And when he asked her her name, she told him Crissatha Isobel Pandora. She made it up on the spot in that moment. His name was Mark. He was a flirt, loose with women, and he always had a good and fun air about him that helped her to relax. And he taught her how to deal with things in his own way: through physical acts and sex.

Perhaps that’s why shes the way she is now, or perhaps its more because of how her first time went. But she didn’t mind having a little fun with the boys. She got herself a reputation and she didn’t much care, she had stopped letting herself care. Encouraged by Mark, the wild child she had once been reemerged. She lived with him for years before he disappeared. Where? She’s not sure. He said he had to handle something, he would be back in a few days, she knew what to do to take care of herself at that point.

He never came back.

She assumed him dead.

Mourning him, she still knew she had to do something. She needed to be able to survive, she needed a life. So she turned to what she knew she was good at and got a job at the Dusty Blossom. It was far from a good job, but it paid her bills and gave her a place to stay. She knew how to defend herself if anyone threatened her because she had been taught by Mark in the time she spent with him. And as for company? Well all she really needs is her kitten and she’s just fine. Or at least that’s what she tells herself.

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"And you're not going to take what they've got to give,"

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