Perfect Murder

Subject: Perfect Murder 3/28/2011, 7:22 pm

About
Name: Willow Emily Morin
Name: Perfect Murder
Nickname(s): P, Murder, Murderer, Crazy Bitch
Date of Birth: March 14th
Mother: Elizabeth Elaina Morin
Father: Henry Jacob Fredric Morin
Sire: Countess Contessa Angel
Siblings: Angelica, Araceli Aikouka, Madam Seraphine HG-Angel, Laharl, Gabrial, Adrienne Mortis, Clarissa, Allure, Brother Love, Bitsy Mantus, Stewwie Griffin, Mommas Mokling, Vaeldraken, Sloane
Childer: Jasmine Runal, Sakura Adalae Donique, Darren Adamasta, Adelric, Samantha Brady, Drakaar Narvoniss, Proserpine, Eiron, Stein Zykilander
Companion: Lord_Rhal
Skills: Just take a wild guess.
Talents: I'm a insane bitch. How about you go and burn in a bath of Holy Water and then I will show you my Talents.

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Appearance
Hair: Shoulder length, some times longer if she has he extensions in, usually black but will dye her hair green, snow white or teal blue
Eyes: Emerald but will turn darker or will turn to a gold like color if angered.
Skin: Pale also sickly white
Height: 5'8
Weight: 148 lbs
Build: Lithe but tight and muscular.
Tattoos: Diamond on the left side of her neck, bats around her navel, two more bats on hips, love on the left wrist, lost on the right wrist both on the inside, paw prints going up the outside of right leg and two pink/red roses on both shoulders.
Piercings: Microdermal underneath navel, Three in the bottom lip, monro, septum, right nostril, both lobs are stretched, second holes just above stretchers,
top of both ears pierces twice, one daith in each ear.
Attire: corsets, black pants, dresses, black fishnets, knee/thigh high platforms, and
her black jacket with her Nazi arm band(she stole it from a WW2 museum).

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Personality
Perfect is the kind of woman you want to know. She can be cruel, wicked and dumb but she can also be nice, giving and smart. Usually if she is having a bad day, you will know. Perfect is nuts, clinically insane really. She has a touch of schizophrenia. She will think someone is there when they truly are not. She loves her family but tends to stay away from most that will cause her grief. The majority of her childer sleep and she thinks, a lot these days, whether or not she should just go back to sleep and never wake up again. She's a hater before a lover unless she knows you very well.

Phobias: Spiders, being left alone with herself.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Turn-Ons: Kissing
her neck, cooking for her, romantic settings(ex: a nice hot bubble bath
with candles as the source of light and fresh cut flowers to fill the
room with their fragrance)
Turn Offs: Pricks, people who force
her to do things when she doesn't want to do it.

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History

Born
March 14th, year unknown to her, she grew up in the city. Her mother,
Elizabeth Morin was head council to the city, made plans for new
buildings to be built, buildings to be brought down, made sure that
everything was running smoothly. Her father, Henry Morin was the Owner
of the largest steel mill within the city. He ran three plants, hired,
fired, paid and operated every piece of machinery that was brought into
his factories.

Elizabeth was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive
Disorder when Willow was born. Everything had to be clean, nothing
could have any marks or germs upon it. She didn't want her daughter to
get sick. Elizabeth found a part time job as a Housewife, cleaning
houses, taking care of children, yet she couldn't take care of her own.
She would always pawn Willow off on a friend or her parents. There was
nothing no one could do to change Elizabeth.

Henry was a smoker,
a drinker and a player. He was always out, gambling, drinking, in and
out of the old saloons, wasting away his money and his life. He never
brought home any women for Elizabeth was his wife. He grew tired of
always having the same woman, night after night.

As the years
passed by, Willow was sent off to boarding school at the age of nine. The worst mistake her mother could have made. Willow would
not comply to anything the teachers, school board, dean, students,
would ask of her. She did as she pleased, when she wished to do it.
Everything had order and when the order was broken, someone would get
hurt.

Second semester of the first year, just before her tenth birthday, one of the girls had touched a book. Willow had
caught her. When the book wasn't put back into its proper place, Willow
merely smiled sweetly and called the young girl closer. Not realizing
what was to happen, the young girl stepped forward, obeying the order,
which pleased Willow greatly. “Stick out your tongue” Willow had asked
the young girl. Once again, she obeyed. Drawing out a scalpel from her
pocket, the young girl looked at Willow, fearful of what would happen,
scared for her life. Not knowing what to do, she sobbed, tears pouring
from her eyes, staining the collar of her shirt. “Hush you silly little
girl. Do you think I would hurt you?” Willow asked, curious to know
what the girl would say or do.

A slight nod of her head was the
answer that came from the girl, along with whimpers and more sobs.
Willow grew tired of the girl and raised her hand, “You won't feel a
thing.” she purred, smiling sweetly and slashed the young girl's throat.

Horror
struck the young girl and she tried to scream out. Not a peep made,
except for the gurgles, and sputter of blood frothing from the wound.
“Your uniform will never come clean again you silly little girl.” was
the last thing Willow ever said as she watched the young girl die her
slow death.

Three years after the incident at Boarding School,
Willow was sent off to foster care. More and more children had died and
soon, she took to the streets. She made a small profit from killing the
whores and pimps that wandered the streets. Soon she took to the name
of “Perfect” as everything she did, she saw as being perfect. Order was
everything to her. Perfection of her skills, gaining intelligence,
learning new ways. Then came along her mother once again.

Willow
had allowed her mother to see what her daughter had become by showing
her the house in which she had occupied from killing the owners. She
had everything she ever needed. A home, servants who would serve her,
and a steady job. It was perfect. Nothing could go wrong.

Every
murder she had done went unnoticed by the police as she threatened each
person she came into contact with. Everyone feared her and they all
fell into line quickly when she would come by. Then one night while out
on the streets, the order was broken and so was Willow.

Some say
that being given a new life would be wonderful, joyous, and exciting to
be able to make something better of yourself. That was not the case
with Willow. She had stuck to her ways of doing things, learned how to
gather information through interrogation, learned to kill with more
precision, mastered the skills of a true penmen, and became quite
wealthy during the few short years of becoming the darkest creature of
the night, a Vampire.

Perfect soon left everything behind her
and moved to the new city in which she had gathered information about.
The city known to most as the city of Death. Where every creature, both
dark and light gathered. Soon she would mark her ways, learn to survive
with everyone around her once more. But this time with a new sight in
mind. The art of perfecting how to kill. Sure she could do it without
question, but would she be able to just stand there and allow for
someone to take her life.

The thought of death passed her mind
each night she woke. Would she die this night? Would she survive just
once more? To take something so granted, so cherished is so easy to do,
but to give up your own and bow down to the pits of Hell is another.
She feared nothing except for her own hands. Several times she had
tried to do what she never thought of doing. To take her own life. Or
what was left of it anyways. Yet one more night, she survived her own
hands and went on to take the lives of the whores who gathered upon the
streets.

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