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Persephone Marquis
« on: February 21, 2016, 05:31:48 PM »
PERSEPHONE MARQUIS

CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Persephone Marquis
NICKNAME: Queef, Marky Mark, Percy, The Queefster, Mr. Brightside, Free Piggy.
DATE OF BIRTH: August 29th, 1992
PROFESSIONAL DEBUT: 2015
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT:   121lbs
BILLED FROM: Upper Eastside Manhattan
ALIGNMENT: Neutral/Heel
ENTRANCE MUSIC: "Loyal" by Chris Brown
PICBASE: Barbara Palvin
TWITTER HANDLE: @MadMoneyMarquis


PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION

Persephone has been called a brat, a bitch and a cunt; being one to never hold back her thoughts and verbally tear a person apart, she has more enemies than friends. Not that she’s complaining, since she believes that everyone is, in one way or another, an annoying piece of shit. She’s irrational, quick-tempered and emotional; easy to burst into tears, panic and lash out. She attaches to people dramatically and pushes them away the next minute. A walking contradiction, she can be open and accepting only to turn around and be cold, aloof.

She’s a known hypocrite, and belittles people easily. She always looks out for herself and those she holds close because, despite her obvious psychological disorder and large fear of abandonment, she’s allowed a few people in and is greatly loyal to them. 

Because change and progression is important, not that this is a bio full of hints and jabs. She’s just not who she used to be. She has gotten worse psychologically and emotionally, but there’s a hint of happiness in letting down the veil and immersing yourself in who you truly are. Also, eating ass is cool.

However, coming from a luxurious lifestyle and upbringing, she still enjoys materialistic items and has higher expectations when it comes to her looks, clothing and home. Because, honestly? She didn’t need that bust of Anthony Hopkins. BUT it’s really fucking cool.

Moving on to the rest of this bio, though.


APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION

Weirdly, she looks just like Barbara Palvin. Who knew?

Seriously, though, Persephone dresses herself according to the Upper Eastside lifestyle whenever everything is going okay. Sleek and modern, casual and effortless. She follows the seasons, the trends. And if it’s expensive, she’ll wear it. Even the more urban style she adores when near the west coast or at clubs has a remanence of the same New York confidence present in how she speaks and carries herself.

It should be noted that, of course, as stated, this is only when everything is okay. It’s not uncommon for her to fall into depression sprinkled with a nihilistic attitude. When this happens, she stays in her pajamas, hits the streets while slumming it if she truly has to go outside. Her usually beautiful hair messy or in a ponytail.

When in doors, she wears whatever is comfortable. Similar to her depression attire, except including some stolen t-shirts and sweats that leaves her with a warm cozy look.

IN-RING GEAR:
Persephone doesn’t really care about her gear within the ring too much. She’s there to kick ass; looking good while doing it is just an added bonus. However, okay, let’s get into the gear.

It’s a simple wrestling top; keep in mind that she’s not here to sexually appeal to anyone within the ring unless that anyone just happens to be Tara Davidson, the only time Persephone showed off her ample breasts and had brought out a push up bra to wrestle in the shortest shorts she can find, practically panties.

However, everyone isn’t Tara, so Persephone’s breasts are covered well with no cleavage in a short wrestling top, similar to a sports bra. She wears shorts, tight and easy to move in without it riding up her ass. We’re being realistic here, is what I’m saying.

She has usually stuck to the same color scheme of white with gold trimmings, but these days, it’s reversed. Mostly a shining gold or darkened gold, with white trimming. Though, for matches she deems special, she returns back to the majority white.

Also, for shits and giggles, she has “QUEEF” written in small letters right over her vaginal opening, so you can only see that shit if she does a high kick or fall awkwardly. Yeah, vaginal opening. That was written. Which, you know what, you deserve to read that if you’re this deep into the bio.


STYLE & MOVESET
WRESTLING STYLE: Experimental, Flashy and Reckless.

STANDING
  • Step Up Enziguri
  • Striking Combo
  • Kicks Upon Kicks, My Kid (commentators should definitely say this when she does a kick combo)
  • Hip Toss
  • Swinging Neck Breaker
  • Dropkick, or whatever.
  • Legsweep
  • Panicked Flailing (punches and slaps without much thought to it - only when she feels desperate)
  • Kick to the Shin (when she feels disrespected, frustrated or offended)

GROUND
  • Mounted Punches
  • Stomp to the Fingers
  • just targeted stomps, honestly. Knees, shoulders, balls, tiddies. Whatever.
  • To a face down opponent, a quick masseuse walk that ends with a heavy step on the head. Freestyling here.
  • She just might try to strangle someone.


RUNNING
  • Running Bulldog
  • Wheelbarrow Bulldog
  • Running Corner Dropkick
  • High Knee
  • Baseball Slide
  • Corner Backflip Kick
  • Punt (usually to the ribs because she doesn’t have the balls)
  • Running Punch (like, getting angry and running toward someone with the intent of punching them right in the fucking jaw, or arm, because she’s irrational and might cry from being so mad. Usually followed by her yelling and talking shit)

AERIAL
  • Suicide Dive
  • Slingshot DDT
  • Double Foot Stomp
  • Springboard Wheel kick
  • Diving Seated Senton
  • Slingshot Sunset Flip (into a pin that fails every time because we’re looking for a buildup here. 1-2-oh! So close!)
  • Diving Hurricanrana


TAUNTS
  • Cocking a Snook with a Raspberry (Piggy Nose)
  • Free Hit (pointing to chin and leaving it open, inviting a punch. Can be used as trick if opponent is dumb enough to go for it)
  • Yawn (leaning against turnbuckles)


SIGNATURE
Hamartia: Suicide Dive Tornado DDT
Cattle Sacrifice: Double Knee Backbreaker
Spring Deity: Shining Wizard


FINISHER
Petty Cash: Springboard Tornado DDT
Pending Payment: Crossface, Can be Straightjacket Variation


CHARACTER BACKGROUND
Persephone Ambrosine Marquis is the result of a very pampered and neglectful upbringing, filled with isolated incidents and small, but deep, traumas. Her past is readily available in research. There was a childhood rape in there, a few boyfriends and a couple of tumbles into rock bottom. Her father taking away his money from her, her attaching herself to wealthy men just to fuel her lifestyle. A lot of ridiculously numbing bullshit before she decided to become a wrestler. There was some dude named Dante, who was rich as fuck. Boardwalk. Quitting. KSC. Him quitting and expecting her to as well.

She chose wrestling over him, though. So, the whole, “I just want money,” thing turned out to be a lie to herself. She wants recognition, to be loved and admired; to show that she is capable of doing one thing right for the first time in her entire life. Persephone Marquis wants to be a legend and she wants to die young and dramatically.

Until then, though, she’ll eat ass and talk shit all day.

4CW CHAMPIONSHIPS HELD
  • "Fate" Championship (2x)


REGULAR ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
As the song begins, Persephone makes her way onto the stage; a large and almost condescending smile on her face as she heads down the ramp.

POWERS: "Coming to the ring from Upper Eastside Manhattan, weighing in at one hundred twenty-one pounds and the same height as every other bitch in this place, which is five feet and seven inches tall. She is the former Fate Champion, The Queefster, Marky Mark, The Ass Eater Extraordinaire, Mr. Brightside herself – Persephone Marquis!"

She had been waiting for Powers to finish announcing her, hands on her hips as she stares at him incredulously while still standing on the ramp. She shakes her head and sighs, continuing down the ramp. Some men in the audience extend money toward her in an attempt to get her attention, while others even go as far as yelling their impressive occupations and positions to her. At some points, she pretends to be interested before continuing on; snatching some man’s waving money and not giving him the time of the day.

Folding the cash and stuffing it into her wrestling top-


“These hoes ain't loyal!”

-she enters the ring and regards the referee with a smile and a friendly greeting, before turning to her corner with an eye roll and an almost disgusted expression. She waits in her corner for the match to start, sitting on the turnbuckle with her legs crossed; back to her patronizing smirk.

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[b]As the song begins, Persephone makes her way onto the stage; a large and almost condescending smile on her face as she heads down the ramp. [/b]

[b]POWERS: [/b][color=#166189][I]"Coming to the ring from Upper Eastside Manhattan, weighing in at one hundred twenty-one pounds and the same height as every other bitch in this place, which is five feet and seven inches tall. She is the former Fate Champion, The Queefster, Marky Mark, The Ass Eater Extraordinaire, Mr. Brightside herself – Persephone Marquis!"[/I][/color]

[b]She had been waiting for Powers to finish announcing her, hands on her hips as she stares at him incredulously while still standing on the ramp. She shakes her head and sighs, continuing down the ramp. Some men in the audience extend money toward her in an attempt to get her attention, while others even go as far as yelling their impressive occupations and positions to her. At some points, she pretends to be interested before continuing on; snatching some man’s waving money and not giving him the time of the day.

Folding the cash and stuffing it into her wrestling top-[/b]

[center][i]“These hoes ain't loyal!”[/i][/center]

[b]-she enters the ring and regards the referee with a smile and a friendly greeting, before turning to her corner with an eye roll and an almost disgusted expression. She waits in her corner for the match to start, sitting on the turnbuckle with her legs crossed; back to her patronizing smirk. [/b]


CHAMPION ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
As the song begins, Persephone makes her way onto the stage; a large and almost condescending smile on her face as she heads down the ramp.

POWERS: "I have to be nice because she’s a champ now, so whatever. Coming to the ring from Upper Eastside Manhattan, weighing in at one hundred twenty-one pounds and standing at five feet and seven inches tall. The Queefster, Marky Mark, The Ass Eater Extraordinaire, Mr. Brightside herself – your champion, Persephone Marquis!"

She had been waiting for Powers to finish announcing her, hands on her hips as she glares toward the ring, having expected Powers to drag her ass again. She nods with a sudden bright and content smile, continuing down the ramp. Some men in the audience extend money toward her in an attempt to get her attention, while others even go as far as yelling their impressive occupations and positions at her. However, she pays no mind to either of them; patting her hands on her belt; showing that she doesn’t need anything else.

“These hoes ain't loyal!”

She enters the ring and regards the referee with a smile and a friendly greeting, before turning to her corner with an eye roll and an almost disgusted expression as she takes the championship off her hips. She waits in her corner for the match to start, sitting on the turnbuckle with her legs crossed; back to her patronizing smirk as she drapes the belt on her shoulder, petting it lovingly and giving it a kiss before she passes it to the referee.
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[b] [b]As the song begins, Persephone makes her way onto the stage; a large and almost condescending smile on her face as she heads down the ramp. [/b]

[b]POWERS: [/b][color=#166189][I]"I have to be nice because she’s a champ now, so whatever. Coming to the ring from Upper Eastside Manhattan, weighing in at one hundred twenty-one pounds and standing at five feet and seven inches tall. The Queefster, Marky Mark, The Ass Eater Extraordinaire, Mr. Brightside herself – your champion, Persephone Marquis!"[/I][/color]

[b]She had been waiting for Powers to finish announcing her, hands on her hips as she glares toward the ring, having expected Powers to drag her ass again. She nods with a sudden bright and content smile, continuing down the ramp. Some men in the audience extend money toward her in an attempt to get her attention, while others even go as far as yelling their impressive occupations and positions at her. However, she pays no mind to either of them; patting her hands on her belt; showing that she doesn’t need anything else. [b]

[center][i]“These hoes ain't loyal!”[/i][/center]

[b]She enters the ring and regards the referee with a smile and a friendly greeting, before turning to her corner with an eye roll and an almost disgusted expression as she takes the championship off her hips. She waits in her corner for the match to start, sitting on the turnbuckle with her legs crossed; back to her patronizing smirk as she drapes the belt on her shoulder, petting it lovingly and giving it a kiss before she passes it to the referee. [/b]


HANDLER INFORMATION
NAME: Eve
AGE: 20
EXPERIENCE: 4 Years
PREFERRED METHOD OF CONTACT: DM, Boards

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