KOENIG, PANDORAH ROMY

[PANDORAH ROMY KOENIG]

Player's Name: Rachel but I prefer Nymphies,Nym etc.
Other Characters: Nope
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Name: Pandorah Romy Koenig
Alias: Pan, Pandy or Panda. Though only those closest to her can call her Panda.
Age: 16
Birthday: December 28th, 1994
Gender: Female
Sexual Preference: Bisexual with a preference for Males. Girls are another matter entirely and she is very different with them, also incredibly picky.
Occupation: Spoiled rich bitch student.
Grade: Junior
Concentration: Performing Arts: Ballet
Class List:
English 11
Pre-Calc
Psychology
World Mythology
Chemistry
Performing Arts: Ballet
Creative Writing
Acting

Hair: Hair color varies depending on what moods she is in for the month. Born with a deep lustrous black shade she sometimes colors it lighter or places oddly colored highlights in it. As for length it is normally around her shoulder blades give or take a few inches. Sometimes she has bangs sometimes not. Pan experiments with her hairstyles and colors somewhat frequently so from month to month you really never know what you are going to have. As for texture she has naturally wavy to curly hair that is not too hard to straighten if she wishes a different look that way. Worn up or down, braided or sleek, there is no predicting it.

Eyes: Pan has naturally light eyes varying from a pale blue to pale green depending on what color the clothing she is wearing is. Blue-gray is the shade listed on her driver’s license however. Long thick and black are her eyelashes and she wears mascara and black eyeliner to accentuate her eyes all the time. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and she would be no different from anyone else in that way. Which is why she is not fond of looking people in the eyes, she gives everything away with them. Eyebrows are well manicured and usually close in color to her hair at the time but not exact, she thinks that looks too fake.

Height: Exactly six feet even in height, She enjoys towering over other people, boys and girls alike.

Weight: Always knowing her weight thanks to her obsession with it she is currently at 157lbs. A good weight for her height, build and musculature from all her working out and ballet.

Description: Pandorah is rather tall for a female and physically fit causing her to be somewhat if not totally intimidating. Luckily for her however she was blessed with some very feminine curves. Having a trim waist and rather large bust combined with well rounded hips and butt she has an hourglass figure. It is something she is now proud of, though before, being an early bloomer, she was freaked out by her appearance. Pan has a rather noble set of features and porcelain white skin. Though she is from California she was not one of the sun worshipers. One distinguishing marks are a small, and to young to really have, tattoo on her right hip bone flowing across her lower abdomen to end on her left hipbone; a vine of ivy leaves.

Pandorah is a rather in your face type of person. She has no problem telling people exactly what she thinks about them whether they have asked her or not. This makes her come off as brash, rude and a bit of a bitch, all of which are completely correct. She has little care for how other people think and feel and sees nothing wrong with being cruel and crude for the most part. This is not to say that she is a sociopath but she does have some issues.

The girl is incredibly self-confident so much that it borders on and is often confused for ego or Narcissism. The fact is she knows she looks good and has a lot to offer a person but doesn’t let anyone get close enough to show them what it is she has to offer at all. Besides her confidence Pan is terribly smart, in fact she should have advanced some grades but due to her extreme laziness when she was a child she did not. However now she is making up for lost time and works harder than most teenagers do or even should. Used to getting straight A’s she will freak out if she gets anything less and begin to hate the teacher.

Despite the outer shell there is a deep self that not many people will ever get to see. Inside Pan is a bit shy, questions everything and has built up so many walls that it would take some time to get over just one let alone all of them. She is a perfection seeker, a workaholic but also there are much darker parts to her personality. She is violent at times, belligerent at others and her amorous tendencies are twisted and not for the faint of heart.

The way she reacts and responds to people can vary greatly depending on the person themselves. With family she is laughing, smiling and caring…open to a point but not entirely honest. With the rare few friends she does have she is open less than with her family and still sometimes guarded. Only her best friend knows everything about her, even the darkest of secrets. With people she does not know it would all depend on whether they were influential or not, or even her peers. She tries not to be too standoffish but most of the time with others she is. Someone of great influence may get a bit more out of her but in reality Pandorah is heavily guarded and secretive. She has seen too many people get hurt for caring too much and been hurt herself to want to reach out at all.

Born second in the set of twins Pandorah was the last thing that her mother saw before she passed away. The young woman keeps this with her at all times, knowing inside that she killed her mother whether anyone else believes in it or not. Raised by nannies and step-mothers, the women in her life were in and out so fast she referred to their showing up as the revolving door even at the age of six. Pan was always smart for her age but when she was younger she was lazy. Holding an acerbic tongue and quick wit even as a grade-schooler she was often in trouble with many of the adults in her life. The only two people she ever trusted at this point was her twin, Elexrian and her father whenever he was actually around.

The household was cold, emphasis on success and doing whatever was necessary to get ahead. The name was money, old money and everyone was expected to further the money. Pandorah wanted for nothing growing up. If she wanted a toy she had it, expressed interest in a candy it was hers. The only thing she was not able to receive was the love of her father. Oh, she was adored by him but he was rarely home due to his line of work. One of the most successful men in Germany he had taken residence in California shortly after the twins were born. He needed a change of scenery so he had told them later on in their lives. Quickly he became a force to reckon with in the business industry and that caused him to travel often and stay gone for long periods of time.

Pandorah was only a few years old when her father enrolled her in ballet classes, mostly just tumbling and some forms at that age but it was quickly a thing she fell in love with. Along with ballet, as she grew up, he had her take equestrian lessons, learn to play the piano and of course gave her only the best for etiquette teachers. Though she performed well in all of these and scored excellently, only one of them remained a constant passion for the rest of her life and something she would use to relieve stress and expend vast amounts of energy; ballet. Ballet was and is her passion, her love and her life. Though a bit unorthodox she incorporates other forms of dance into her self taught routines, varying things greatly but when it comes time to be in a recital, play or dance troupe she does things as they should be with just a bit of personal flair. She seems to have a knack for dance in general, having the ability to learn many different styles and types very quickly, which is why she likes to mix them together. One day she wonders if she can even create her own style of dance.

Eventually the young girl grew cold, almost heartless except toward her twin. He was the only person she cared for and showcased this one night shortly after their eighth birthday party, which was spent mostly alone. Their newer step-mother was a bit of a pedophile which no one had known. She had been watching the boy twin often; since father was never home to love her. One evening the woman touched Elexrian inappropriately and the boy escaped running off to his sister. This was a major changing point in the young girls mind and personality. Where she was cold and closed off she had never been outwardly cruel or violent. Hearing what happened she waited, and planned. Two weeks after the incident the step-mother had an ‘accident’ and slipped down the marble staircase to her death. It was a convincible accident, no evidence of foul play so no one questioned it. The girl only smiled and her father was the only one to catch it. That smile never reached her pale eyes and seemed to showcase a sinister gleam.

When she was nine she met her best friend. It was an odd sort of meeting and not one you would think would end up with the girls being friends at all let alone best friends. The other girl was like a gypsy child while Pandorah was the rich debutante type. However they became fast friends and the twin was rarely seen at home after meeting her new friend. As the years went by she shared everything with this girl, even the things she hadn’t told anyone else. It was her friend who encouraged her to really work at things, causing Pan to do more than just work till it was done.

From around nine till sixteen not too much was going on. She went to school, spent a lot of her free time with both her brother and her best friend. Talked about fashion, shopped a ton and shunned everyone else who tried to get close with her. She did not lack for possible boyfriends but she never gave them a second thought after completely shattering their egos. Her propensity for cruelty became well known and by the time she hit her sweet sixteen she had stopped getting any suitors for dates except the bravest of the brave. Rumors began to fly that she must be a lesbian, since the only person she was around a lot was her best friend. She did nothing to dissuade them because she couldn’t care less.

Finally, shortly after her sixteenth, during the summer her father came home to talk with her. He had heard a lot of horrible rumors and her reputation was pretty trashed by now. Pandorah was the evil and wicked bitch of the west and he didn’t want that for his precious little girl. Instead of talking to her about what was bother her or trying to find the root of the problem he told her that she was going to be transferred to a new school one Junior year started, one that would recognize her talents of course. This meant she had to leave all she knew behind, and it angered her. For the first time her father got to see her rage, the passion of her existence. Pandorah had a mighty fit, tearing up her father’s study and even clawing at him. Once he got her calm enough he told her to go pack she would be leaving in a few weeks.

Over the next few weeks she packed. Clothing, cosmetic items and other essentials in her opinion. During this time she spent as much of it with her brother and best friend as she could. Finally the day came that she had to leave and her father refused to let her drive to New York in her car, instead he was having her chauffeured there. She was to live on campus, sharing a dorm room with another girl. Life just kept getting better and better…

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