Angel Lynne Darkheart

[Argent/Angel]

Angel Lynne Darkheart
Mistress Darkheart, Miss, M’Lady

AGE: Eighteen
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY:Straight
HOMETOWN: Castelia City
CLASS: Villain

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HEIGHT: Five feet, three inches
WEIGHT: One hundred and seven pounds
EYE COLOR:Ruby red
HAIR: White
APPEARANCE: Angel is a doll. She has porcelain white skin, big red eyes, and long white hair that she usually wears up. She is only 5’3” and is very svelt, with only an A-cup chest. Other than her bosom and the slightest hint of a behind, Angel has no body fat. Despite the fact that she is already eighteen years old Angel has a child’s face, and appears to be no older than thirteen or fourteen. She is not very resistant to sunlight, and her skin burns easily.
Her clothing varies but she is usually wearing something that is black, red, or white. Occasionally she will wear blue. She prefers clothes that are a little frilly, while she wouldn’t call herself a girly-girl she does like wearing dresses. She constantly wears heels, three inches or more, to make herself taller.

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LIKES: Chaos, the dark, people obeying her every order, Xavier, spicy foods, controlling people, hypnotism, dark and ghost-type pokemon, videogames, frilly clothes
DISLIKES: getting sunburned, the light, happiness, peace, humanity, being defeated, pranks, being made a fool of, having people mistake her for a thirteen year old, being looked down upon (literally), being disobeyed
STRENGTHS: Her beauty, her skill at hypnosis, her detachment from the world, her single-mindedness, very driven
WEAKNESSES: her family, feelings, memories, the sun, Xavier, her shortness
HABITS: She uses her eyes to hypnotize people, once she catches and holds someone's gaze they belong to her. Staring into her eyes is like looking into two bottomless, crimson pools: you drown in them.
FEARS: Losing Xavier, dying, her plans being ruined before they come to fruition
PERSONALITY: Most would say Angel is bad through and through. She hates humanity, hates the world, and can't wait to either rule it, or see it destroyed. But she doesn't hate Xavier. He is the one person she lets in and lets get close to her, he is also one of the few people who knows her real name. Around him in private Angel tends to be relaxed and almost happy. In public she has a mild tendency to be a sourpuss unless she’s trying to con someone….which she usually is. Angel is very possessive of people and uses hypnosis to keep them in check. She has always been persuasive and is able to con people before completely controlling them. She wants to belong, but after only receiving rejection she has instead decided to take over the world, and possibly destroy it in the process.

She created Team DarkHeart, but it isn't really a team; its more of a secret society. All members wear masks when at meetings, but in public they could be anyone. At meetings she goes by the title 'Mistress Darkheart' or 'Mistress' in public she is known as 'Angel' or 'Anglelyne.'

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MOTHER: Deceased
FATHER: Deceased
SIBLINGS: Zacharia; nineteen, currently MIA
HISTORY: Born Angelyne Sarah Bleakhardt, Angel grew up in a very abusive household in Castelia City. Her father was a businessman with some shady connections; he drank excessively and often. He was very violent when he drank, he would beat Angel, her mother, and her older brother, Zacharia. Angel's mother was also an alcoholic, he took her frustrations out on her children. Adding to the list of life casualties was the fact that Angel and Zach were complete outsiders at their school. No one would accept them because of the way they looked

They were bullied and no one took a stand for them. In fact, parents of the other children made complaints to Mr. and Mrs. Bleakhardt. Life for the two just got worse everyday. Then, finally, her father's business crashed. That was the darkest night of Angel's life. Her father came home, late. He had been drinking, far more so than usual.....Y'know what? I'll just type it out like a story...it'll work better.

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Angel lay asleep, her tiny body curled into a tight ball next to her brother. They didn't share a room, but she was having nightmares, and she didn't DARE disturb her mother. Zacharia wasn't asleep though, he lay stretched out, his arm draped over his sister's shoulder, keeping her close to him. She was so small, even at seven years old. She was only a year younger than him, but he was over three inches taller than her.

Suddenly he heard a crash downstairs. Angel stirred, her ruby eyes blinked open, heavy with sleep. "What is it??" she whispered, worried "What's going on??" Zach placed a hand over her mouth, "Nothing. Now stay here." with that he quietly climbed out of bed, tiptoeing across the floor he looked back once and pressed a finger to his lips, signaling his sister to be silent. Turning he slipped out the door. Angel sat up in the bed, a pillow clutched to her chest. She was scared; she didn't have a clue what was happening. Just then she heard screams from downstairs, followed by the sound of gunfire. "Zach?!" she exclaimed, crawling out of the bed "Zacharia!?!" her voice was high and quiet as she slipped across the floor.

She opened the door, fearing the worst; she was met with a sight more horrifying than any she could have imagined. At the bottom of the stairs her father stood over the bodies of her mother and brother. Her mom had been shot in the head, her brains were spewed across the livingroom carpetry and her body was slung across the sofa, her arms flung out like a broken doll's. Angel stifled a scream...until she saw Zacharia. He had been shot in the stomach, he was laying in a pool of his own blood, his red eyes wide open and staring at Angel. Standing at his feet was their father, his face and suit spattered with blood. That was when she lost it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
her scream pierced the night, "MURDERER!!!!!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, wailing without restraint she found herself sprinting down the stairs, stopping only when she collapsed next to her brother's dead (hopefully) body. Sobbing she buried her face into his sopping stomach, when she pulled back a moment later her entire face and hair were as red as her eyes. She glared at her father, too consumed by hatred to be afraid. "I hate you!!!!"she screamed, "I HATE YOU!!!I HATE YOU!!!I HA--ahh!" she gasped suddenly, staring wide-eyed at the man she had once called 'father': the man who now moved the barrel that had been aimed at her chest and placed it just over his ear. He pulled the trigger but she didn't see. Or hear. Or feel. She lay with her head resting on Zach's upper arm, her arm draped over his chest, just like they were asleep.

Her eyes blinked open, groggy from the morphine. Where am I....??she thought slowly, struggling to sit up. She was restrained by tubes that were entering her arms and chest, even her throat. She gasped in horror, what had happened? Where was her family? Just then she heard two nurses talking outside, she quieted her breathing, just like her brother had taught her.
"It's a terrible thing, really." The first whispered, "I hear her father just went beserk: offed his wife, his kid, and then himself. But the girl survived."
"How did that happen? The paramedics thought for sure she was dead when they discovered her at the house."
"Don't know. Apparently the bullet hit her chestbone and was refracted away from the heart. It's a miracle she's alive. Of course, she might still not make it. The poor kid was in critical condition for three days after the initial surgery. But there's still a chance she'll stabilize. All we can do is hope she's a fighter."
Angel felt her cheeks grow damp; so it wasn't a bad dream. Her family was dead, everyone was dead. But she hadn't heard them mention Zach.
"You know the weirdest thing?" the first nurse continued "When they were at the house, the detectives figured there was enough blood for four bodies. But there were only three. Pretty strange."
Zacharia she thought slowly. He was alive, he had to be. But then where had he gone. Suddenly she felt something at her chest. She glanced down; a necklace with a blood-red crystal hung around her neck. It was stained, though. Where the blood had been spattered the crystal was now black. But she still recognized it; it was Zach's

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(Okay back to third person)
Angel did survive, and three weeks later she was permitted to leave the hospital. She left with a scar; a mark like a many-petaled rose marred her chest, just above her heart. Soon after she was entered into the foster system. No family could make her feel whole again, and after the fifth try, the year she turned ten, she ran away. She received her first poke’mon, a Misdreveus from a trainer she met while travelling the Unova region. With Misdreveus she travelled all over the region, capturing a variety of dark and ghost type pokemon. When she was sixteen she met Xavier, and after a rocky start he became her body-guard. She is currently in the process of trying to capture various legendary pokemon for the purpose of becoming powerful enough to take over the world.

Team:
Mismagius (Maggie)
Dusclops (Clyde)
Sableye (Sable)
Absol (Solomon)
Krookodile (Dillon)
Froslass (Fiona)

[Raina]

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