“My name? Like you don't already know – Philanie Goitsemedime Ferreira. Its South African, so its hard to pronounce, so you can call me Nina or Nini.I'm at the glorious age of 17 years old. Not that I very much care that I'm not 'legal' until next year. Hasn't stopped me yet. I have the power of Appearance Alteration. Its fucking cool – I can change any part of my appearance from the color of my eyes to the length of my hair. And if I change into someone else, I take on every single aspect of them. I inherit their knowledge, their abilities, and their memories. My one greatest weakness is that I can't change my voice, so I have to really practice on imitating people before I can impersonate them. I also take on their weaknesses and sometimes, their memories can really overwhelm me if they've had a particularly fucked up past, but I don't think any of these bastards have gone through anything worse than what I have, so I think I can manage pretty well.
And what the fuck does my sexuality have to do with anything? Pansexual. Certain personalities just turn me the fuck on.
Ugh – I've been here for two days and I'm on the Evil list already? Took them long enough. I'm not upset about it at all because...well its true. I'm a bitch. Not like stupid little Avalyn. I don't play stupid, childish little pranks. I hurt people and I love to do it. I only give two shits about myself – I'm selfish, spoiled, and I have an ego to boot. This world has done nothing kind for me so why should I do it for them? What do I like? Working hard, playing harder, leading on men, watching men cry when I reject them, tattoos, piercings, music – especially electronic, animals, and fighting. Aren't I lovely? I don't like teacher's pets, goody goodies, cheap things, naïve people, losing, whores who fuck around just because they can, cartoons, and snitches. That's all pretty plausible. The only things that scare me are diseases, returning to my previous lifestyle, and being cheated on.
What am I like? Well, to be honest: I'm a bitch. I don't give two fucks about anyone that doesn't benefit me in some way. I enjoy watching people in pain – If I have to hurt, so should others. I hate being around people who had picture perfect fucking lives. I mean, really? Nothing ever went wrong in your life? Fuck you and your life. Its going to be hard for me to make friends, because it always is. Not many people are like me and not many people care to try and get past my...rough exterior. Which I fully don't mind – That's less people that I have to worry about and even fewer that I have to worry about sharing with when I take over the world. Oh. I do mean to take over the world. Maybe – Its still a childish dream for now. But I do actually care for people who earn my trust and loyalty. I don't like being completely lonely – Jeez.
I'm very manipulative and I do like to gossip and spread rumors. Its easy, considering my power. I hate being told no and will go to extensive lengths to get what I want. I may be only seventeen, but I'm extremely intelligent. I am literally a genius in terms of IQ. Power, beautiful, and smart. What a deadly combination, don't ya think?
What was my past like? Awful. My father died when I was four and my mother was unable to keep up with all the bills and whatnot, so a so-called friend of hers talked her into stripping which lead to prostitution and everything that came with it; drugs, alcohol abuse, violent temper, and irrational thought. I did everything I could to please her. I made straight A's. I skipped first, second, and third grade for Christ's sake! But it wasn't any use. She soon forced me into it once her gentleman callers started taking a shine to me. I fucking hated it...I was seven! What sicko wants to fuck a seven year old? Anyways, I moved up faster than she did because I was smarter and I played my cards right. I used this tragedy to make my life better. I became a high-end escort for perverts when I was fifteen because I looked like I was twenty. I was pretty tall and...curvy for my age. I had clients with money and the money was just rolling in. I moved in with one of my clients – Oliver. He was a sweet little Congressman and I was his adopted daughter. At least to the public.
It was a few months ago when my powers surfaced...I really didn't know what to do. I called my mother for the first time in years and asked her about it and she told me to come visit so we could talk about it. Well, apparently, my mother went to this...Maldoy. That's where she met dad. She can turn objects into people and people into objects. Not like that ever helped her in life. Fucking whore. Anyways, I asked her where it was and she told me I couldn't go because I never did anything for her so she wasn't going to pay me any favors. So, what did I do? I took a butcher knife and I carved her up real nice. It was a glorious, bloody sight for sore eyes. After I discarded the evidence, I left. They never suspected me because I had intended on killing her anyways so when I went into the house, I looked like the Congressman, who had no alibi as to where he was. Poor Oliver! Like I gave a shit. All the money from his will went to me and so did everything else he owned. After two funerals and a bunch of legal processing bullshit, I located Maldoy and here I am. Watch out!”