Description

Personality

Helena doesn't talk much, she prefers to use sign language as it's easier then talking in her opinion but she does talk sometimes. She's a very honest person and usually will almost always do the right thing.

Helena isn't very sarcastic and hates when people make jokes about some things that just really shouldn't be joked about. Her quietness isn't a surprise due to her past.

Helena is almost never found without a sketch book and pencil, she loves reading and drawing.

Equipment

Depending on the roleplay. It's usually just her iPod, her cell phone, her sketch book, and her pencils.

History

Helena was born to Mark and Aria Sullivan, her parents were addicted to drugs, and she was just a baby when they began abusing her, but when she got older.

Two year old Helena came walking out of her room, going to get dinner when her father had grabbed her by the hair and thrown her into a table, breaking one of her ribs, she knew that she shouldn't cry, as that made them hurt her more, but she was too young and couldn't help but cry, her mother joined in throwing boiling water on her. Helena screamed in pain a her parents laughed at her.

The torture continued until she was 13, she had gradually stopped speaking and her parents wondered if she couldn't talk anymore due to the several times they had choked her as a baby and a toddler.

Helena creeped into her parents room while they were downstairs, grabbing her father's 45. MM and walking boldly into the room with the gun loaded. "What the Hell are you doing with my gun!" Shouted her father. "It won't be your gun for long..." Helena said, her finger on the trigger.

"You stupid child! I thought you couldn't talk!" Hissed her mother who had jumped up from a chair and was running toward Helena. "Of course, I can talk..." Helena said, quietly. The gun pointed at her mother.

Helena hadn't noticed her father walking toward her with a frying pan until about two seconds. Just as the pan was about to strike Helena in the head she pulled the trigger, gun aimed at the man who'd caused so much pain in her life.

He fell to the ground, clutching his chest where the bullet had struck. "Wha-What do you want from me?" Shouted her father.

"To watch you die... And freedom." Was all Helena said.

"Mark!" Her mother screamed, rushing at her.

Helena didn't respond now. She merely lined up her target again and pulled the trigger. The bullet had hit the woman smack between the eyes.

"Revenge is sweet..." Helena said, placing the 45. on the table and walking out of the house.