Mahina Haukea

[MAHINA HAUKEA]

Name: Mahina Haukea
Age: 16
Gender: Female
class: med risk
Birthday: February 14
Face Claim: Pilin Goodsell
Height, and weight: 5'3'' & 145 lbs
Personallity:

Mahina has a deep sexual history. She needs the physical connection to keep her grounded with herself so she won't allow other emotions to run her. She'll jump at any chance for a one night stand or any physical sexual connection with a person, though she is quite careful considering the numerous disease running about the world now.

A lot of people think she's quite disturbed by the things she does and says, but she's mostly upset half the time. Since she suffers Bipolar II she flies into rages over the smallest things and is prone to violence as a result. She likes to keep to herself and is very quiet, not wanting to get close enough to people to fly into a rage and hurt them.

She's practically mute because she hates to talk to people who can't relate to her or are either smarter or stupider than her. Most of her rage is based from previous embarrassments which she is determined to avoid. The key to keeping her calm is always music, she loves to sing and if she isn't exposed to music for long periods of time she flies into tantrum-like rages which involve nearly ripping her hair out and screaming and crying.

Though she has her ups and downs and doesn't often seem pleasant if you take the time to talk with her she's an intelligent girl with grotesque and gothic interests. She loves literature and is quite sweet when you catch her at the right moment.

Illness:

Sexual Addiction, Pyromania, Bipolar II

Family:

• Bane Haukea (father)
  
• Leila Haukea (mother)
  
• Meilini Haukea (sister, older)
  
• Lokelani Haukea (sister, younger)
  

History:

Mahina was born in Hawaii to two happy newlyweds who already had one child. They were the perfect family for a while, until the sibling rivalry took a nasty turn. When Mahina was 5 she pushed her sister out a tree and broke her arm, and refused to apologize for it, throwing a tantrum to her parents telling them she had deserved it. It was at that age her parent begun to worry something was wrong with her, but the tried to brush it off as though it was nothing but her being a child. Mahina only grew more and more aggressive, and her parents began to really worry about her. She bit punched and kicked other children at her school and had to be transferred several times due to complaints from other parents and teachers about her behavior.

Soon her mother began to beat her, telling her it was her fault that they couldn't be a normal family because her head was "sick." After a while Mahina began to believe this was true and started self destructive behaviors. She arrived at school with bite marks on her arms and bruises and deep scabs on her head from bashing her own head open and biting herself, trying to drain the "bad blood" that made her "sick" out. Nothing seemed to work and this behavior of "self-cleansing" only made Mahina more upset with herself and others.

Her father tried to protect her from her mother but couldn't do much for her besides tend to her self-inflicted and otherwise wounds. When Mahina was 7, right after she had bitten a chunk out of her sisters leg her mother was once again pregnant with a younger sibling for Mahina. She treated Mahina better during the 9 months she held the child inside of her, hoping the birth would help Mahina get better. She was dead wrong. Mahina was calm for a while around the baby after she was born, until one night she couldn't take the crying in the middle of the night and attempted to smother the child with a pillow.

Her mother beat her until she was nearly unrecognizable that night and she stayed home from school for a week to heal. Once Mahina hit her teenage years and she began to fill out she started looking at other in different ways, and when a boy took a sexual interest in her she allowed him to take her virginity and found it was an amazing outlet for her stress and self-loathing, as she loved the feeling of being wanted by someone. She found she was much calmer when she was physically connected to someone and soon became "normal" in a way, which made her parents happy. They thought she was better but in reality she was burying her other problems behind sex.

One day when her parents left the house to go out with her siblings she snuck a boy into the house and they began to get intimate in her room. She was caught by her parents and flew into a rage, and broke her mothers left wrist and several of her fingers. Realizing she was further sick than before they felt they had no choice but to send her away to an asylum to protect their family from her rage. Mahina has been in the asylum since she was 13.

Likes&Dislikes:

Likes:

• singing
  
• stuffed animals
  
• music
  
• roses
  
• rain
  
• playing the piano
  

Dislikes:

• being made fun of
  
• perfume
  
• being alone for long periods of time
  
• her parents
  
• sea urchins
  

Roleplayer Name/ Alias: Mahina
Experience:

3 years

Roleplay sample:

Honora was washing dishes. Quiet. Serene. Safe. Her mother walked in silently and opened the fridge. Grabbing a bottle of cheap wine she shoved at Honora who was knocked into the sharp corner of a counter. She stiffled a yelp of pain and looked down as her mother grabbed a wine glass. When her mother left she slipped back and continued to wash the dishes. The tv clicked on and the colors flickered on the wall. She finished the dishes and rubbed her wet hands on a dish rag nearby. She sighed.

Things weren't going exactly well here and she couldn't help but feel paranoid at the voice that had recently been whispering things to her she couldn't repeat. She heard quiet footsteps and suddenly someone in her head roared to life. I'LL KILL THAT BASTARD!!! She jumped and her pretty eyes widened in fear. What was going on? Suddenly she stiffened her body, she could feel her limbs trying to move on their own. Let me take over. The voice cooed to her. the voice sounded so soothing, like she was going to make everything okay again. As if nothing would be able to hurt her ever again.

She gave in and Leila felt her pupils painfully readjust for a moment. She was angry, she could sense the sick pig's need from inside of Honora's head. And now that she had hit puberty all hell was about to break loose. Discreetly she slipped a knife from the sink out and hid it in front of her, as she was still facing the sink. A heavy hand fell onto her shoulder and forcefully turned her around. She sneered seeing the obvious arousal in him and didn't dare look at his pants for a confirmation. But he narrowed his gaze, knowing something wasn't right. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked roughly.

Leila slowly grinned and shoved him back with her left hand, raising her right which held the knife. His nostrils flared in rage, but his eyes held a look of disbelief. "Your going to kill me?" He laughed. She sneered and sank the sharp kitchen object into his flesh. A sudden feeling of exhilaration hit her, feeling the skin of his chest rip apart as she sank the knife in. Knowing she had the powrr of life and death in her hands, seeing the blood run down the shiny silver surface of the knife, and as she slowly dislodged it from his chest....the look on his face. The utter shock mixed with agony.

She temporarily lost control and sank the knife into him 28 more times, unable to stop herself. Once he fell dead on the ground, the last of her hits piercing his heart, she sunk the blade into his stomach and dragged t downward to the hem of his jeans. His stomach split open, a sea of blood surrounding him. She could see everything inside of him, most of it bathed in blood which was getting all over her. She stood up, watching his lifeless body pump blood out onto the floor.

She looked up, toward the dark living room where the only noise and light came from the television, and Honora's mother's drunken laughter. Slowly she crept into the room, and raised the knife. Unfortunately her mother saw her shadow, and saw her raise the knife. She turned, almost as if in slow motion, and blinked. It took her a minute to register what was about to happen, and as her eyes widened she took in a deep breath as though to scream, but it was too late. Leila sunk the blade into her skull, hard enough to pierce through to the brain. She had sunk the blade into her temple, so she didn't actually need to apply much force.

She watched the blood gush from the wound, run down her mother's otherwise perfect skin, to touch the corner of her mouth and drip into her parted lips. Run over her forehead and drip into her pretty blue eyes. Staining her perfectly blond hair crimson. Leila felt a surge of triumph and relief, she had saved Honora. She left the blade where it was after wiping the handle off. She cleaned up the scene so there were no indications of who had committed the crime. She messily packed Honora's things, only a few so she made it look like a struggle. Built the story that Honora had been taken from her home by force after her parents were slaughtered.

She grabbed the car keys and took off, silently cooing to Honora to rest as to not raise any suspicion from the teenager. The truth was far too dark and gory for her to ever hear, and now that Leila had gotten a taste of life as a killer, she didn't want to stop. If she wanted to help, to save Honora, Honora could never find out what she had done.

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