Post by SammieSinclair on Dec 21, 2014 8:06:02 GMT
NAME: Amaris Poison
HEIGHT: 5‘3“
WEIGHT: 120lbs
HOMETOWN: the Darkest Corners of Your Nightmares
ALIGNMENT: Heel
STYLE: Technican, with both good agility and power for her size
RING GEAR: A black halter and loose skirt, her waist cinched by a dark blue corset. The top has long, transparent lace sleeves which begin just below the shoulders and extend to the wrist--Amaris’ shoulders and upper chest are left bared. She wears black hose that go beyond tattered--that they can still be slipped on with the amount of thigh they don’t cover is a minor miracle. Blue, knee high boots with black laces. (Inspiration: thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/gothic-girl-street-fashion-22054509.jpg )
FINISHER: Moonfall (Spear) , Poison Kiss (Amaris locks lips with her unfortunate victim--who usually immediately begins to writhe and convulse. Unfortunately, they also immediately start to experience their strength fading. Amaris keeps the kiss locked as her foe sinks, Poison eventually laying her out for the three count, while all the time their lips remained locked. Only once the bell rings does Amaris pull away--which is usually when we can see the green fluid around her opponent’s lips, as well as which she sometimes coughs up now that she can come up for air.)
BACKGROUND:
To say that little is known of the woman called Amaris Poison would be a colossal understatement. Unsurprisingly, that is NOT her real name--at least, no records of any woman born under that name exist anywhere in the world. She herself has not said a word about her background growing up, friends she might have had, interests she might have pursued before wrestling... or, for that matter, anything at all.
No one has heard Amaris Poison say a SINGLE word.
What IS known is that she’s built something of a reputation for herself in the southwest independent circuit as a small but terrifying badass. She displays little emotion, and even less pity, as she has systematically destroyed beloved local favorite after beloved local favorite. What emotions she has displayed have bordered on the psychotic.
Around the beginning of 2014, Poison’s path crossed with that of another woman known for giving fans and other competitors nightmares: Harrietta Morreaux. And perhaps the most unholy of all alliances was born, the duo teaming up to cause every other woman in the industry to wake up in a cold sweat.
HEIGHT: 5‘3“
WEIGHT: 120lbs
HOMETOWN: the Darkest Corners of Your Nightmares
ALIGNMENT: Heel
STYLE: Technican, with both good agility and power for her size
RING GEAR: A black halter and loose skirt, her waist cinched by a dark blue corset. The top has long, transparent lace sleeves which begin just below the shoulders and extend to the wrist--Amaris’ shoulders and upper chest are left bared. She wears black hose that go beyond tattered--that they can still be slipped on with the amount of thigh they don’t cover is a minor miracle. Blue, knee high boots with black laces. (Inspiration: thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/gothic-girl-street-fashion-22054509.jpg )
FINISHER: Moonfall (Spear) , Poison Kiss (Amaris locks lips with her unfortunate victim--who usually immediately begins to writhe and convulse. Unfortunately, they also immediately start to experience their strength fading. Amaris keeps the kiss locked as her foe sinks, Poison eventually laying her out for the three count, while all the time their lips remained locked. Only once the bell rings does Amaris pull away--which is usually when we can see the green fluid around her opponent’s lips, as well as which she sometimes coughs up now that she can come up for air.)
BACKGROUND:
To say that little is known of the woman called Amaris Poison would be a colossal understatement. Unsurprisingly, that is NOT her real name--at least, no records of any woman born under that name exist anywhere in the world. She herself has not said a word about her background growing up, friends she might have had, interests she might have pursued before wrestling... or, for that matter, anything at all.
No one has heard Amaris Poison say a SINGLE word.
What IS known is that she’s built something of a reputation for herself in the southwest independent circuit as a small but terrifying badass. She displays little emotion, and even less pity, as she has systematically destroyed beloved local favorite after beloved local favorite. What emotions she has displayed have bordered on the psychotic.
Around the beginning of 2014, Poison’s path crossed with that of another woman known for giving fans and other competitors nightmares: Harrietta Morreaux. And perhaps the most unholy of all alliances was born, the duo teaming up to cause every other woman in the industry to wake up in a cold sweat.