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Pamela Foster

"I'm gonna die trying to get the hell outt here."

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a character in “The M.S.T. (Mars. Survival. Tournament )”, originally authored by ChloeB223, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Gott tough it out. Either you die by their hands or die with dignity. Me? I'm gonna die trying to get the hell outta here."



Personal Info

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Name:
Pamela Isabelle Foster


Nicknames:
Pam, Pammie, Green Eyes


Age:
18


Gender:
Female
Was this really a question or are you that dumb?


Sexuality:
Heterosexual


Role:
13


Race:
Human
My parents were scientists. Our ship got captured and well, that's history...


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Height:
5'5


Weight:
116


Hair Color:
Black with notes of dark brown


Eye Color:
Olive-green


Skin Color:
Lightly tanned


Description:
Pammie is a very beautiful young woman, exotic even to some. Her eyes are large yet almond-shaped surrounded by long and dark lashes. Her skin is smooth and flawless and she has tempting full lips. She has a slender build with long limbs and a curvy figure. Her hair is medium length and silky to the touch. Her ship was ransacked with the aliens took over and instead of allowing her to stay in her outfit before, the aliens have her wearing this semi-revealing Romanesque attire from her sister's collection of costumes from her theater days. It looks good on her skin and believe it or not, it is light enough for her to fight in.


Weapons:
-- A pair of sais
-- A whip with three sharp ends - It is wrapped around her waist as a small belt with the sharp ends looking like little gems. When released, the whip goes for about thirty miles and digs into the flesh of her victim


The Girl With the Green Eyes

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Likes:
Since being on this planet, not much can bring real pleasure to Pamela. She's a servant and a gladiator. There's not much that pleases her. Sure, there are moments in which she can smile for people. There are a few aliens, mostly females, that Pam speaks to in between fights. She likes the occasional goblet of wine she gets or the hard liquor she is granted and perhaps, some of their food isn't incredibly horrible. If she wanted to be honest, she was a grape and strawberry girl back on Earth. She also does not mind getting a book every now and then. She was in love with history.


Dislikes:
First and foremost, Pam dislikes this planet, the aliens that kidnapped her and killed her family, and this stupid competition. She dislikes being anybody's servant and does not wish to be ordered around like someone's bitch. Crying or whining are two things she does not accept unless you're a child. She utterly hates the way males eye her on this planet and she has gotten good at understanding their language. They have cruel intentions for her and Pam will be damned before she becomes an alien whore.


Hobbies:
  • Reading
  • Gymnastics
  • Drinking
  • Sleeping


Fears:
  • Dying on this planet
  • Rape
  • Brutes


Personality:
Most people who know Pam know that she is tough as nails and smart-mouthed little thing. If her being tough and not willing to back down makes her a bitch, then so be it. She would rather be that than one of those that dies without their dignity or in those cells waiting for some miracle. She has always been independant and her capture has not changed that in the slightest. If anything, it has only strengthened her resolve to fight until her very last breath. She's a take-no-nonsense kind of leader and while some are intimidated by her attitude, others can see that she only means well. Pamela is actually deeply compassionate and genuinelly dislikes building deeper relationships for fear of being weak. However, once she does begin to care, it's actually a lot harder to stop.


History:
Pam had a relatively normal childhood. She had a younger sister and two overprotective yet loving parents that did whatever she asked and trusted her. She was a teenager and messed up every now and then. Sure, she rebelled every now and then and probably did some things that she really wishes she could take back now because at those moments, she took life for granted. But above all, she was happy and content and on Earth.

While most Earthlings were just becoming accustomed to the ideal of not being the ony beings in the galaxy, her scientist parents were ready to embrace it. They were some of the first to go into space as a family and were just going to travel to one of the planets when they attacked. Pamela's survival instincts kicked in at that moment and she threw her younger sister into the closest lifepod. She was calling to her mother as her father was brutally murdered and urged to go. But just as her own lifepod was about to disembark on a journey back to Earth, she was ripped out of it and taken with the aliens.

At first, she was only supposed to be a gladiator. She was already pretty flexible and had great stamina, but she learned to grow used to her weapons and became skilled with them. But when she became a formidable opponent and back-talked one of the richer aliens, she became his servant. Pam fights when he wants her to fight and has to fight with all of her soul. If she does not, she fears what they will do to her. However, she isn't just sitting idly by. She is on the inside, listening for clues on how to get off the planet...to save herself and whoever else she can.

So begins...

Pamela Foster's Story

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''The Aliens had abducted another group of people this week. This will be their fifth group just this week! When the aliens aren't satisfied with the way their current fighters are doing, they will bring in a new shipment in and kill their current ones, only the one's who haven't been chosen as slaves yet. When the new shipment of gladiators arrive, they will be unconcious since when they were taken, they were shot with sleeping darts. When they awaken they will find themselves in prison cells, with two or more cell mates. They will already be dressed in their leather armor fighting gear, don't ask how. They will be taken and trained mercilessly with either a sword, bow, spear, etc. After about a week of the training, they will be taken to the arena, to fight for their first challenge. The first is when all of the gladiators come in and fight together. Eventually they will be seperated and forced to fight by themselves. But, let's just get to the story, shall we? ''

Holly Renner

It was dark, cold, wet, and smelled like crap. Dog crap to be exact. Holly slowly opened her eyes and looked around, it was hard for her at first, since everything was dark, and her head hurt. She blinked a few times and slowly and gently stood up. Holly tried to take a deep breath, but the air just smelt like crap. Holly was repulsed and felt like she would be sick. She then crossed her aroms and to her suprise she felt skin, bear skin. She looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing this, a brown, leather, sleeveless jacket and arm guards, and what appeared to be a brown leather, Centerian battle skirt and leggings, but for girls. Holly looked around and walked over to a low window and peered out, she didn't see anything but, red rocks and more red rocks. Holly sighed and sat back down on the cold hard floor beneath her. She put her head in her hands and tried to remember anything that could help her know why she was here.

After five minutes of trying to think of any reasonable answer, she slightly remembered being taken out of her bed and putting up one hell of a fight to stop being taken. But it was no use, all she remembers was her screaming, kicking, punching, seeing shadows and feeling, wet, cold, scaly, hands dragging her away in the middle of the night. Then everything goes black, that's as much as she can remember. Holly sighed and looked around in the cold, wet room that she was in, she thought she was alone until she heard some movement in the corner to her right. Holly focused very carefully and she was able to make out the shape of of a silloet of a female, lying on her back. Holly took a deep breath and said, '' Uh.....hello? Who are you?'' Holly then stood up and backed into the corner behind her.

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Pamela just laid there.

What else was there to do?

It was still somewhat early, so the freak-a-zoid would not be calling for her - not yet, anyway. And it wasn't like she could just fall asleep as easily on a cold, hard floor. So, after a fitful night of rest and not much more to occupy her time with, Pamela lay in her little corner on her back, humming a lullaby her mother used to sing when she was younger. Not that she was getting all sentimental or anything; but when you're bored, you're bored!

The other person in the room started moving - was that a gasp? No matter. Pamela wasn't worried about her. She remembered seeing the girl being thrown inside and didn't say much other than flip the guard the bird for just being around. She was still mad about the fact that some sick asshole decided he wanted to play Barbie-in-the-coliseum with her and dressed her in some garment that her sister would have loved to see. The dark wine red color mixed with the ivory did look good on her skin, but Pamela also understood that this wasn't just for fun. They wanted her.

And that alone caused a shiver to run down her spine.

"Uh......hello? Who are you?" Pamela almost wanted to laugh at the fear she heard in the girl's trembling voice. Slowly, she turned onto her side facing towards the girl she only barely saw, propping herself up onto right elbow.

"Oh, sweetie," she drawled, shaking her head slightly, but not teasing. "I'm the very last one you need to be fearing - well, at least until they start trying to set us up against each other just for the hell of it. Cuz ya know...they can do that." Pamela had to remind herself to be kind, to not be so crass about the situation. She couldn't really help it though. Judging by her calculations, it was almost time to play happy-servant. "I'm Pamela. But, just because formality is kinda dead now, call me Pam. What about you?"

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Holly Renner


Holly heard the girl talk when she rolled onto her side and looked at Holly. The girl was only a year or two older than herself,
and she looked almost harmless. When Holly hear the girl say, ''Oh, sweetie..'' In a drawn out tone, Holly took a deep breath and tried to keep her temper cool, she didn't like being treated like a kid, and she hated being called 'sweetie' it only brought back horrible memories. Holly looked around and listened as sh heard the girl continue to talk, '' I'm the very last one you need to be fearing - well, at least until they start trying to set us up against each other just for the hell of it. Cuz ya know...they can do that.'' Holly just stood there, in shock and denial. Could this girl be telling the truth, or was she just trying to mess with Hollie's head? Holly just kept quiet and walked around the room, she walked over to the cell's call and took hold of the bars, they were cold, and sticky. Holly looked back at the girl when she said, '' I'm Pamela. But, just because formality is kinda dead now, call me Pam. What about you?''

Holly walked back over to the wall and leaned up against it, the cold feeling of the wall brought shivers down Hollie's back.
She looked around the room and said, '' I'm Holly. Have you seen my brother? His name is Charlie, and he's only a few years older than me. He was taken a few years back, he's the only reason I wasn't taken until now. I think he might have been killed.'' Holly looked at Pamela and forced a ever so slight smirk across her lips. She looked away and didn't like the situation in the least, if her brother was still alive, why was she brought here and if he is still here, where is he? Holly sighed and closed he eyes, her stomach started to hurt, she hadn't eaten all day and she didn't really want to eat whatever kind of food the aliens had for them.

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Holly?

Old Pamela would have laughed. This would be something she could tease her little sister about. How long had it been since she had a good laugh anyway? Pam bit her lower lip to keep from giggling, schooling her features quickly.

"Holly...hmmm...like Holly Pocket, Holly?" It came out without her permission and the snicker that followed came out as a snort. Pamela covered her mouth with her hand. She wasn't trying to be mean. It wasn't even really funny. Shaking her head, Pamela held her hands up in surrender. "Sorry, sorry - dead serious now. Ummm...."

Charlie...Charlie...

Pam tapped her chin in thought, recalling the guys that had been here before. A few died; that much she remembered. Light brown hair and gentle eyes flickered in the back of her mind.

Ah!

"Oh yeah, Charles..." Pamela sat up quickly. [color=#]"I remember now...yeah, he's fine. A little banged up maybe, but his cell is somewhere around the corner, maybe. They like screwing with him, I think...and...now that you mention it, he's mentioned you once...probably. Not that we all talk much or anything. I can try to get a message to him."[/color]

Chains and a gate opening.

It was almost time for her to go.