BACKGROUND 

Taissa was born into a fragile family, the daughter of a mother whom she killed during birth, as well as a malicious scum of a father. With her mother’s death came the beginning of a tumultuous relationship between her and her father. With no one else around Taissa became the victim of torrent slurs and emotionless backhands as the father stumbled into a drunken stupor. With little remorse of his wrongdoings, he presumably did nothing to help, instead trying to cover up the bruises and lashes; passing them off as accidents due to having a clumsy child. But all this darkness infested in their family dynamic, leading to a gruesome end to a perilous and abusive familial relation.

When Taissa finally graduated and distanced herself from the monster in her closet, she found herself working menial jobs in order to support a hollow dream of becoming an artist. After years of slumming it up on the streets of downtown LA, offering portraits to the tourists that took a minute break from their daily bustle, she received that dreadful call. It was her monster, her tormentor; sounding just as sprightly and chipper and demeaning as his younger days. He asked for one thing, one simple thing as he put it——an ancestral old hunting knife Taissa had taken when she first left the house so many years ago. So she drove. Hours and hours to the same house that held so many horrors; so many nights of being a battered child, so many nights of sinful impurities that molded her into the distraught woman she was today. Reluctantly, she entered. Knife in hand as she was welcomed in with that malevolent toothy grin.

His eyes told all; still, he held no remorse.

It sickened her, and as she set the knife down her body tore itself away from the house, turning immediately for the door before she was stopped. He asked for a hug. This sick man asked for a hug, which was how it always started. But still she shakily embraced the old man as he did her. He should have never opened his mouth——he should have NEVER opened his mouth. “I want to apologize, Taissa. For all those years without your mother. I’d like to think she’d be proud of you but—but---. Well maybe if I lifted my hand more often you would have amounted to something. If that were the case, she would’ve been proud.”

It was all a torturous blur from there, the moment her fingers found their way around the hilt of the knife, it was game over. Away she broke from the embrace, lifting her hand high above his head and plunging it deep into his thorax before he could register what was happening. Swing after swing came down upon him, slaying the monster that has haunted her for so many years. And if you asked her about that night, she probably wouldn’t answer. But deep down, what she did remember, was the murals of blood that tainted the whitewash walls of the house she once called home. First it was her dad, then the neighbor, and anyone else that tried to put a halt to her unbridled rage. Which unfortunately, her blinding anger and psychotic break also led her to charge at the officer who tried to arrest her.

With the hands that committed the crime, still stained with uncleansable malice, residing in Cyan for two counts of voluntary manslaughter, and one count of attempted murder. These same hands still continued to hone an artistic prestige, drawing for those loyal to her in the prison, doodling plain nothings for those she was fond of. This is how she spent her time. And this is how she would spend her time for the rest of her life.

 PERSONALITY 

Taissa is often closed in and hesitant to let people get too close to her, no matter how much her insides yearned for human contact, approval and empathy. She was kind and sweet, but her viperous tongue got her into trouble tremendously during her pre-prison life, and still does inside the cage. The officers either despised or loved her; there was no in between. Taissa believes there is no savior; no light that can possibly beat the darkness that dwells within the chasm of her chest, yet there is a dwindling hope in her mind that some day, someone might me able to illuminate the dark.

In prison she distances herself from the other inmates, not only to ensure her safety but because she has always found solace in solidarity. She’s always up for some playful banter between the more amicable officers, and has a familial circle of inmates in case she needs it. She spends most of her time in the recreational or common room, and sometimes even on the grounds; procuring perfection in her art, often letting her hand drift off into some kind of trance while she observed her surroundings. If it was one thing other than her drawings that she was known for, it was her vibrant smile. The kind where her lips curled up to reveal a goofy, yet entirely infectious grin. It was often something she used when trying to comfort her friends around her. Because despite the dim outlook that life in prison has granted her, she has always been found to be the rock in her relationships; even though she was the one slipping away.

 PLOTS 

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 OOC 

1. Don't poke me until it has been two days 2. Don't ask to roleplay with me if you are illiterate, because I will simply not respond 3. I don't do ty detailed first, so if you give me ty detailed first, I will give it back or just not respond at all 4. If you have something that needs to be addressed with the admin in me, pm me---DO NOT WALL ME 5. Do not giggle excessively or even at all if we are seriously roleplaying, I swear to God 6. Don't facechase my characters and don't rp with me if you are just looking for or romance 7. If I am being selective with replies, I will tell you so in my status. During this time you are not allowed to poke me or our entire plot will be dropped 8. Please try and put forth as much effort as I do, because I sure as hell try to be a decent rp partner for you 9. If you have a question about our plot or my character, don't hesitate to [] bracket me and ask me about it 10. If you ask me to rp, you better start. Please don't say like, 'I at starting, sorry cx. Can you do it?" My answer will be, if you can't neither can I 11. I prefer 1st over 3rd, but if we have a good plot and/or I like you, I will most definitely do detailed 3rd 12. I like rooms over walls and rarely ever do pm unless it is for . So rooms>walls>pm 13. I am an admin so if you have trouble with particularly slow replies every now and again, don't ask me to rp 14. I can be a really good roleplay partner if you let me, so give me a chance if you think my style suits you