Name: Thana Corbin
Age:24
Height: 5?7?
Eye Colour: Grey
Hair: Long wavy blonde hair.
Clothing: Expensive designer clothing, dark navy boot cut levi jeans, black boots, lilac pussy-bow blouse and a black leather jacket. She adopts less fashionable clothes when killing and wears the comedy mask to both hide her appearance and frighten her targets.
Miscellaneous Appearance Descriptors: Tries her best to blend in, adopting the fashion styles of the then and now, whichever is the leading trend of the time, or whatever she feels like if she just can?t be bothered that day. She has sharp features and a thin build, she takes time over her a appearance, finding the right balance between standing out from the crowd and blending in. Preferring muted colours to bright ones, but something identifiable enough that she'll be recognised by her style of clothing.
Personality: Dancing on the edge of sanity since early in her life, Thana has finally slipped and fallen off, of course she wouldn't admit that herself. She believes her unique understanding of life just puts her at odds with the status quo. She has taken to acting out her life, not just the ones she has been given on stage, platitudes, compliments and lies easily roll of her tongue with her even really thinking about it.
Occupation: Theatre Actress, Serial killer
Abilities: Acting, Disguise and Planning.
Fears: Getting caught, being judged by others, being haunted by those she has killed.
Items:
A designer hand bag containing the following:
-Make up
-Car and house keys
-Smartphone
-Purse with her debit and credit cards, a few notes and some lose change
-Sunglasses
The contents of a black dufflebag she keeps hidden in her car:
-Knives
-Rope
-Gaffer tape
-Change of clothes, plain black hoody and jeans
-Comedy Mask
Background:
She grew up a normal household with a normal upbringing in a normal community. And like 30 percent of all teenagers in the USA - not that she was born there - was bullied to a severe extent, scarring her psyche. Nevertheless, she found comfort, submerging herself in the classic Shakespearean literature, she quickly became fond of the plays of that period obsessing over their finer details, especially those whose major themes were revenge, such as Macbeth and Hamlet. She isolated herself in the worlds that Shakespeare had created, imagining herself as the main characters, exacting her revenge on those who had ill treated her.
Her parents found her isolation from her peers disturbing and tried to encourage her into so called 'healthier' hobbies, playing sports, socialising, even gardening anything to stop her obsessing over the macabre tales she had found solace in. Despite their best efforts, each one failed. They started to feel that Thana was setting them up to fail and like her schoolyard tormentors, they started to despise her well. Nevertheless they carried on with their campaign to get her out of the house.
Relenting, they signed her up for drama school and went on to homeschool her in more academic subjects, certain that it was something she would stick with. The teachers there saw her talents, she wasn't just another actress, drunk on the dreams of finding fame and fortune or an, she didn't just play the parts, she lived them; the troubled Ophelia, the brooding Lady Macbeth, the tragic, innocent Desdemona and the star-crossed lover Juliet, not to mention the bewitching Cleopatra VII. But others were jealous of her talent and gossiped behind her back, spreading cruel rumours, vindictive little remarks that dug great emotional scars into her back. It was just like high-school again.
One night after hearing about being called some particularly bad things, she snapped. She invited the gossiper over, to discuss part of the play the rehearsing, her true intent was to confront here about the name calling and rumour mongering and tell her if it didn't end she would file an official l complaint. All she got however was rebuttal after rebuttal, the woman claimed that it was just Thana own lack self-confidence that made her here these things, that no one had been gossiping about her or calling her names.
Lair. She knew the woman was lying. She hated it, hated her, hated every word she spoke.
That knife on the counter top did look tempting though.