Trust Lillian Jacobs

[Pandora]

Player Name: S.R.
Contact Info: sent it to the big boss lady
Name: Trust Lillian Jacobs
Alias): Pandora, Panda, Cursed
Codename: Pandora
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Type: Mutant
Affiliation: Unaffiliated
Avatar and Picture:
Play-by: mortemer-stock on deviant art
Family:

Heaven Jacobs- mother
Jacob Jacobs- father
Miller Jacobs- brother older
Janet Jacobs- older sister

General Appearance:

She has a spritely appearance. Seriously, it's type is spritely for features in like games and stuff. Her nose is small and turned up. In bad angles it makes her look like she has a slight piggy nose but it's not like she really tends to tilt her head in that way often enough for people to notice. Her eyes are a little large for her face but not enough to be freakish. Her face is somewhat oval-triangular in shape with a medium strong jaw and pointed chin and high cheekbones. The fact that she wears the black eye liner in a way to make her a little catty or sprite-like. Hey, what can I say, she likes to play with the theme of her features.

Going on to the rest of her body; she's got a little meat on her bones. As in, she could do to be a little thinner but she's not exactly obese either. It isn't really noticeable, but what would be most noticeable would be the lack of any visible muscle. Like, she's got a waist, but when wearing tummy shirts, there's no hint of abs there.

Okay, on to the clothes. Well, she likes to dress up in different costumes. Yes, costumes. She loooves comicons and all that kind of stuff. Cosplay is her shizznit, even if she's not chocolate enough to get away with saying something like that. Or whiteboy enough. Yeah, no balls. No vagenis either, like someone else that's running around in this city.

Alright alright alright, she'll part her lips, you'll see teeth, but it isn't her actually opening her mouth. She presses her tongue against the back of her teeth to keep her mouth sealed.

Personality:

She's friendly enough, even if she's not much of a talker. It ain't like she doesn't like conversation, it's because she doesn't like seeing people die because of her. Panda likes to play around and even if she isn't the chattiest chick in the world, she's expressive enough. That, and she knows sign language and how to write. As silly as it might seem, she's kind of paranoid about passing gas as she's worried about accidentally killing someone if the thing inside of her discovers that as an exit to the world around her for however long it would be free for.

You won't find her eating anywhere public. Seriously, she won't. If there's anyone around, she'll stop eating and just stare at her food for a while no matter what state it is in. Half eaten untouched or whatever.

Abilities:

Well, in Greek mythology, Pandora was the chick who opened the jar or box or whatever; unleashing evil onto the world or something like that. In Trust's situation, this is kind of the same thing. Every time she opens her mouth without blocking her throat with the back of her tongue or something, a strange entity comes out. Well, okay, sometimes it's multiple entities. These entities are actually a manifestation of her suppressed anger, aggression, and violent side of her nature unleashed through sanguikinesis. In other words, they're monsters and demons formed from her own blood. These things range from bright red to almost black depending on how dense they become.

At their least dense point, it is almost like a mist while the strongest density would be in comparison, like steel. Though the density can be anything in the range between. It all really depends on how threatened she feels. Or panicked. The panicked part is bad.

After all's done and over with, the "entities" retreat back into her body and she usually passes out. The passing out would have to do with how quickly her blood pressure is forced to adapt. That, and the whole too much stress thing from the demons having been unleashed in the first place.

History:

Trust Lillian Jacobs had aleays been a late bloomer, so it would be no surprise that it took her until she was eighteen to reach muteberty aka when she got her powers. But let's not get into that right now. Childhood should come first, yes? So here goes, early childhood in a bottle:

Trust was born on June 23, at around dinner time for most people so 6:33 pm. Ten minutes earlier and she'd been matching her birthdate with her birth time. She was the youngest out of three children and the second daughter to be born into the family. Being the youngest daughter in a family as wealthy as the one she was born into, meant that she was spoiled absolutely rotten. It actually got to the point where the family psychologist had to more or less rehab her parents out of giving her everything she wanted.

The rehab didn't really work too well as though he had managed to get them to stop with their spontaneous spoiling, they still gave her everything she asked for up until she got to be around pre-teen age. Then, they finally slowed it down some and began to give her conditions for getting some of the things she wanted. When she was fifteen, the spoiling converted into her just having a set amount of permissions. She could still get just about anything she wanted, as long as she bought it herself with the allounce she was given. Needless to say, she learned how to start hoarding to save up for things she wanted.

The time came for her to be of the college age and she found herself having to enroll into a University. She really didn't have much of a choice as it was either enroll into College (and not one of those community ones) or risk losing her allowance. It wasn't so much that she didn't want to have to get a job, it was more of her knowing that it meant a lot to her parents. Well, there might have been the thing of her not being able to keep up with her collections and habits if she had to go job searching as well. She was a bit eccentric after all. She needed her cosplaying and dressing up and random adventuring. Larping too, musn't forget that.

Trust had managed to settle into her dorm, one she shared with a friend from highschool, when the both of them first discovered something odd. Trust was venting about an ex-boyfriend to Shauna one night when some shadowy tendrils came from her mouth. At first, her friend thought

Other:

Trust refuses to believe that the creature is something she controls and in a sense, she's right. She doesn't control it. Over the years it has been developing for, it had become a consciousness of it's own to a point even if it is something born of her subconscious. The only control she has over it is keeping it contained when she can. And on the rare occasion, trapping it back up again when she finds the strength to.

Sample RP:

Both hands clasped over her mouth even if she had her lips clamped together tightly, but the soft high pitched sound ended up escaping through her nose instead. It wasn't the hiccup she was trying to contain though. The hiccup itself was just fine. It was opening her mouth to let it out that she had the issue with.

Trust didn't like this. She didn't like this one bit. And, it was as if she could quickly grab herself a drink either; not with so many people around. She tried not to panic as another hiccup came. Instead, she clenched her teeth and pressed her tongue against the back of them to seal any gaps in an attempt to keep the creature inside of her.

As she rushed out of the theater room, she tried disturbing the people as little as possible. But, as she found herself tripping over a mean spirited teen's foot that had been kicked out as she was trying to pass by, Trust found herself yelling out as she tripped. Then she realized what had happened as her fall didn't complete itself.

The creature boiled out of her like lava from a volcano. "You really shouldn't have done that!" Trust almost sobbed that out even as she tried to pull and tug with both of her hands to attempt collecting the creature and putting it back in her mouth. It would not be collected. "RUN!"

The people watching the movie didn't run. Instead, they yelled at her to shut up and some even threw things at her. This seemed to make the creature rush out faster and become more violent to where she was almost left immobile while it formed itself a more suitable body to act out the massacre with. Trust could only watch in horror as it began with the killing; as the slaughter commenced..........

A scream came from the young woman as she bolted up in the large canopied bed, followed by the sound of her hands being clasped over her mouth. Already, the creature was rushing it's way out but she'd caught it in it's beginning stages. That, and since no one was around, it actually retreated back into her due to lack of interest.

It had almost tricked her into letting it out.

Trust wondered for a brief moment if it was getting smarter and on if it was getting more control over her. A shudder passed through her at the thought as she truly hoped not. Even when it seemed to be thoughtless and impulsive, it caused her enough trouble. It was the reason why she had dropped out of college in freshman year.

Yes, she had been normal up until just a year ago. Trust didn't know what caused the thing to move in, or when exactly it happened, but after it killed her dorm mate and a a girl who had come at the sounds of the screams, she had known that she needed to go. That this wouldn't remain a secret like it had for a couple of weeks between her dorm mate and herself up until said mate had gotten her face ripped off during an argument over some guy both of them wanted to date.

It all seemed so stupid now.

Trust sighed through her nose as she brought her hands away from her now almost calmly closed mouth. This was getting to more and more ridiculous. She slid aside one of the curtains to her double queen canopy bed then stepped down the single stair before moving over to the office part of her bedroom.

A quick design was drawn up on a piece of paper before she briefly abandoned the rough blueprints and went to putting on her morning robe. It was soon reunited with her hand before she stepped into her indoor designer shoes and exited out of her room.

The kitchen was her destination, and she reached it without too much dally after finding out from one of the servants that her father was still there. Or rather, he was out on the kitchen's deck enjoying the morning air while eating breakfast.

As soon as she caught up to him, the paper was placed down on the first clear space she could find on the table's surface closest to him.

"I don't care how eccentric you've become after that murderer attacked your friends, you are not getting a zipper for your mouth, my dear. Not only is it disgusting but when you recover from that incident and begin speaking again, you're likely to regret it."

Trust wasn't pleased with his reply or the fact that he didn't seem to be taking her seriously. A frown came to her lips before she picked up the plate that had been set out for her. Sign language or no sign language, he wouldn't listen to arguments. He didn't even used to back when she still spoke normally.

"And you will have to start eating at the table again soon, like a normal person. Your mother and I are giving you another couple of months to get over it."

She didn't give him a response bar the sighing she did out of her nose. After giving him a careful kiss on the side of his head, she left him so she could return to her room where it was safe. Safe for everyone else, that is.

He didn't take her seriously. Neither of her parents did, actually. But at least he didn't out right laugh at her like her mother happened to do. She hat tried to tell them what happened, and they told her she was just being hysterical. That, and to speak to them normally as they weren't going to just wait for her to finish writing it down. The family psychologist had told her parents that ti was just a mourning phase, and they had clung onto that thought; refusing to see any other explanation. They believed she was just being over eccentric.

The thought of her parents not taking her serious was unsettling, depressing, and annoying all at the same time. At least they didn't have her locked away for what they believed was a small mental breakdown. There was that to be grateful for. Thank god for the little things.

After finishing breakfast, she went on to personal hygiene; her having had applied a cucumber mask right before dining and it being time for it to come off. The mask was washed off then the shower followed before she went to drying off and styling her hair. After selecting some clothes that were casual enough to go outdoors with without seeming like she was preparing for an event, she picked up her violin case and left out of her room.

It wasn't long before Trust Lillian Jacobs arrived to the parking lot and took the choice of her Koenigsegg CCX for today's outing, and soon enough she was driving off of the family property. She usually preferred to play her violin where her parents wouldn't be lurking around making their comments. Yes, she loved them, but when the comments evolved into suggestions of her playing at this concert or that or even mention of inviting people over and having her play for one of the events...

She moved to a higher gear and made her escape hastier at the thought. Trust didn't feel relaxed until she had parked the car not too far from, well the park, and made her way to one of the less crowded areas she had discovered during one of her jogs here. There was a forgotten gazebo that she'd worked on restoring over the last couple of months and now it was in good enough condition and appearance for her tastes.

Taking a seat on one of the benches that lined the inner walls, she smiled some and took a slow calm breath. She just enjoyed the atmosphere for a few minutes before she got her violin out and positioned it for play. Within minutes, there was music floating through the air, even if it wasn't what some might have expected from someone of her upbringing.

It was the instrumental to "Apologize".