My name is Shira.
Well, of course, I used to go by a different name.
I was born in a small fishing village on the coast, a small but comfortable place.
Whatever name they gave me I no longer remember, but I do remember much about my home.
The village lived primarily on octopi caught by fishermen, and they were referred to as "devil fish".
It was a peaceful life that should've lasted much longer.
When I reached my eighteenth birthday, the catastrophe struck.
A radical cult that was based nearby despised the village, and had long plotted its destruction. They had just received enough heavy weaponry to attack our home full-on.
It was a massacre that nobody could've seen coming. We were peaceful, and had no weaponry or defense against such a deadly onslaught.
They burst into our home and captured my family and me before we knew what was even happening.
I prepared myself for the end. But it the worst was not to come yet.
They tortured my family, killing them one by one. Their sadism extended to me as well, forcing me to laugh as my parents and siblings were killed agonizingly slowly.
I was taken as a prize, one of the spoils of their wretched attack. For so long they had their way with me, raping me and torturing me to entertain themselves.
Eventually, my broken and used body was disposed of in the wilderness.
By that time, however, something had happened in me. I couldn't stop reliving the laughing. All the laughing and the screaming. I had gone completely insane, to the point of bursting out in manic fits of laughter even as they raped me and abused me. I had lost my sanity long before they were finished with me, and part of me even enjoyed their abuse.
Much of what happened afterwards remains a mystery to me.
I remember being found and healed of my physical wounds. My psyche was fractured beyond repair, as they discovered quickly.
I was enlisted into an organization that was dedicated to remaking the world as it saw fit, under the codename "Laughing Octopus", along with three other young women that suffered from madness like mine.
Other than that, I do not recall much of my life there aside from my departure.
An old soldier fought and defeated me in combat, leaving me alive in a gesture of pity and mercy. Somehow, that last battle with him allowed what remained of my sanity to gain some measure of control over my mind.
I retired afterwards, disappearing off the map and faking my death. What became of my comrades also remains a mystery, but I still wonder if that old soldier showed them mercy as well…
Anyway, I took on the name Shira and stowed away on a plane back to the United States. After two months of wandering I managed to find a home in California.
For three years I've lived peacefully in the small coastal town called Crystal Shores, working as a swimsuit model and generally living in relative comfort.
I've also been seeing a psychologist for the two of those years, hoping to continue to overpower the madness that consumed me once.
I thought that I would live in peace for the rest of my days.
How wrong I was…how wrong I was…
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"AHH!" I let out a screech of terror as I woke with a start.
An intensive look around brought me back to reality. I was in my house and in my bed safe and sound.
I fell back onto the mattress with a sigh of frustration.
Despite having worn no clothes to bed I was still sweaty and wet. It was one hell of a nightmare that I had, apparently.
Unwillingly I slid out of bed, my thin and unclothed form shiny with sweat.
I pushed back the curtains, letting the cloudy yet bright light shine in. Another beautiful day in Crystal Shores, California.
I smoothed back my short white-blonde hair and took a couple of minutes to take in the morning and look at the magnificent view.
I had a large and roomy four-story house that overlooked the entirety of the town, so I obviously had the best view as well.
"Ah, enough sightseeing. I've got a busy day ahead of me." I thought and reluctantly turned away towards the bathroom.
With an immodest shrug I slipped into the shower after turning it on to the hotter setting, and felt the burning water splash on me and drip down my body.
Every drop that cascaded from the showerhead down to my breasts, and then to my lower body, and finally down to the floor and eventually to the drain was like heaven on Earth, a true feeling of bliss and contentment.
Naturally I hated having to get out and leave such pleasure but again, I had a lot of work to do today.
I dried myself off with a towel, and reentered my bedroom.
I was choosy when it came to what I wore, and summer was the worst.
After several minutes of agonizing debate with myself, I made my choice.
It consisted of a brown/black strapless dress with a pair of elbow-length brown gloves with black cuffs, a short brown skirt, and finally a pair of laced boots. As usual, I applied a light shading of dark blue shading and blue eyeliner between my eyelashes and eyebrows. No matter what I wore I still applied the shading, a sort of habit of mine that I've never broken or wanted to break.
It was an unusual choice at best, and was definitely revealing, but then again it definitely wasn't the weirdest.
Crystal Shores was a minor tourist destination (in)famous for its all-nude beach.
To take it a step further, it was a general style in town to wear as little as possible in the summer.
Men typically wore speedos or other revealing swimsuits while women tended to wear skimpy bikinis or tight-fitting outfits.
All in all I shouldn't really judge, considering the fact I'm a model for swimsuits and a local celebrity. People generally liked me and I'd made a lot of friends in Crystal Shores, but a few points of my personality made other apprehensive.
For one, I was extremely squeamish about being near men who were naked. Incidents where I ended up breaking down and screaming hysterically had occurred before, and that was precisely the reason I was in therapy.
I was even touchy enough about my life to only ever discuss it with a female therapist, and couldn't stand to talk about myself to guys.
Unfortunately that led to a lot of rumors about me being a lesbian, but I didn't really mind. After all, people weren't too judgmental around here.
I finished getting dressed, combed my short hair, and made my bed.
It was already time to leave and I was still longing to go back to bed. Just perfect.
All I had time to do was pick up a muffin on the way out, and hurriedly eat it on the way down the hill.
Since Crystal Shores was a small town that rarely had major contact with bigger crowds and cities, most people didn't even have a car.
I had never bought one in my life, although I did have a license that I kept on hand at all times with me.
So, I spent my time constantly exercising and taking long runs out in the early morning. As a result, it kept me in perfect shape for my job.
"Morning, Shira." My closest neighbor, Jonathan, greeted me warmly as I passed his house. He was trimming his hedges, a very intense job for him. He always had to have it perfect, or he'd never be able to get it out of his head.
I waved as I passed, giving him a smile.
He was one of the few people I was actually close to, and was my only male friend.
I happened to glance at a clock on the street, which read 11:15 AM.
"Shit." I groaned, and picked up the pace. I was already late.
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"Ah, there you are. Luckily, you've still got about twenty minutes till the shooting begins. Our technical crew is late." My agent, a young woman by the name of Miranda, greeted me in a rush.
She always wore such revealing outfits that barely could be called clothing, and definitely was the kind of girl who tended to go around during the party, if you know what I mean.
I managed to get to the women's dressing room to get myself ready.
My two co-stars, so to speak, were rushing to get finished themselves.
The first was a Hispanic girl named Rain Garcia that had gotten into the modeling business at sixteen. She had long black hair and brown eyes.
The other was Japanese, a beautiful young woman named Li Sing, and very popular. She had long brown hair braided in a Lara Croft-style plait and had deep green eyes. Both Li and Rain were also Crystal Shore's resident celebrities, and our complete trio was known simply as the Girls Next Door (or GND) to everyone.
Probably one of the more embarrassing side effects of being a model in a small town was that there was a billboard right on top of the local McDonalds that sported our pictures. We were dressed in bikinis and were soaking wet, not to mention we were in seductive poses.
"You late, too? Seems like someone messed up the schedules." Rain greeted me as she continued getting ready.
She was technically naked, but the general plan was already ready. Instead of wearing bikinis or swimsuits we were signed on for a more erotic photoshoot. We would hold unstrapped bikinis in a fashion in which that we would be sufficiently naked but our more private parts would be hidden.
"Less talk, more prep!" Li broke in, her usual short and warm personality unchanged. She was naked as well, oiling herself with lotion.
I quickly stripped down and stored my clothes away, and began my own preparations.
I had to make sure my white-blonde hair was brushed smoothly and perfectly, and I also had to lotion my entire body down for the photoshoot.
Less than ten minutes later I was ready to roll.
The three of us walked out of the dressing room and into one of the shooting rooms. Meanwhile I was trying to ignore the wolf whistles the male employees and crews were sending our way as we passed them.
"Okay, okay…looking great, ladies!" Miranda gave us a once over and brought us over to the set.
Mostly it was our request that only girls were doing the photoshoots, especially since I wasn't the only one who didn't like disgusting idiots drooling over us while taking pictures to copy and masturbate to.
The set was simpler than usual, with a simple white sheeted backdrop and other sheets covering the ground.
And so began the photoshoot.
Our first poses were simply us spread out on the floor in erotic poses, with our hands and arms covering our breasts and between our legs. They took about seventy photos, each worth a lot of money to the studio and to our respective paychecks.
"Ok, girls, here comes the big one. We're getting paid over twenty thousand dollars for about fifty photos of some prime nudity! Isn't that great?" Miranda squealed excitedly.
That was enough to catch my ire. I wasn't the only one, and both Rain and Li looked angry as well.
"Miranda…we don't do that kind of stuff." I told her icily.
Both my partners came to back me up.
"Yeah, I'm not making pornography." Rain sounded even colder.
"No way in fuck am I doing this!" Li complained angrily.
With a sigh she set down her clipboard and snapped her fingers. One of her assistants showed up with three documents in her hand. Our contracts, to be precise.
"Girls, girls…don't you realize how much money that is? Getting twenty percent of the profits each is quite a bit, if you think about it. Two thousand dollars EACH!" She explained and took the papers.
"I don't care. I didn't sign up to be a stripper in Playboy, or whatever freak magazine that wants this." Rain told her off, saying several words in Spanish that wouldn't be a good set of phrases to translate out loud.
"Ah ah ah! Your contract says different." She showed us the documents and pointed to a specific sentence in the fine print.
Put simply, as long as we were signed on under her…we were obligated to participate in every photoshoot job that Miranda accepted.
"If you refuse to do it, I can pull you into court for breaking contract. I can take every cent you have and turn you into a trio of homeless bitches. Still going to refuse?" She informed us smugly, and tapped her heeled feet impatiently.
We shifted about, exchanging frustrating but defeated looks.
After a few minutes of silence, we made our way back to the set.
The camera was readied, and the subtle sound of clicking went off several times.
We were smiling in the most unconvincing manner ever, and each of us were churning inside with humiliated fury.
Out of the three, I was the most angry. I could barely even stop myself from simply walking out and taking the lawsuit.
But I endured.
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It's me, the Undying Crystal again. Along with the Rise to Dawn: The Return of Abraham, this will be my main story to focus on for a while.
I'll be perfectly honest; this story's gonna be bloody. Very bloody.
Disturbing topics such as rape, cannibalism, and mutilation are among the repertoire of this particular tale.
For those of you who have played Metal Gear Solid, you may recognize the infamous Beauty and the Beast Unit. The BBU was an all female squad led by a guy named Psycho Mantis as an unofficial leader.
I'm not going to spend too much time on history lesson, so look it up yourself if you're ignorant but interested in these intriguingly insane women :D
The Madness Within is centered around Laughing Octopus and (spoilers!) eventually her former squadmates. After their nonlethal defeat by Old Snake, they actually regained some measure of sanity after waking up. For three years Octopus (now known as Shira) has lived in a small town named Crystal Shores as a swimsuit model.
However, the arrival of possibly extraterrestrial forces in the coastal town will cause disastrous effects, some of which could include Shira's fall back into her manic laughing insane self.
Which also brings me to a more unique bio request this time.
Not only am I requesting new OCs for use, I'm also looking for what I call Species Bios. Basically, you can create your own alien species and have me use it. However, if you create an alien OC whose species has not been introduced you MUST create a Species Bio to accompany it. Also, I would also prefer that you check with me before filling out a bio for an alien that exists already and is well known (I.E. Xenomorphs and Predators).
So, here's the template for both OC and Species Bios.
You know the drill. PM me any and all bios so stays off my ass about that.
-OC Bio
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race:
Sexual Orientation:
Physical Appearance:
Clothing:
Abilities: (Mostly for alien-type characters. This is generally a list of special traits and abilities for that particular character)
Personality:
Background:
Reason for Coming to Crystal Shores: (If you're not sure, simply erase this or give me what you can. This is not technically a mandatory slot)
Species Bio
Name of Species:
Physical Appearance:
Gender Differentiation: (What females look like compared to males, and whether sexism occurs. That kind of stuff)
Mating Process:
Personality: (Like a general mood and attitude of the species as a whole. Predators, for example, are proud and cunning hunters that tend to have a temper problem)
Numbers: (How many are currently located in Crystal Shores? Is it simply a single extraterrestrial stranded on Earth, or are dozens lurking about?)
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Anyway, those are the bios. Remember to PM them, and also message me with any concerns you may have.
I'm also going to be a lot better about keeping up with giving credit to OC donators. A severe irritation about the Interceptor's Survivors was that I kept forgetting to give credit to people who gave me OCs.
That changes with this story. :)
So kick back, get some popcorn, and get ready for the wonderfully insane world of the reformed Laughing Octopus!