Birth name ||; Sara Wylie Lovett

Alias ||; Tormented

Foster Mother ||; Raine

Birthplace ||; Malibu, California

Apparent Age ||; 17

Real Age ||; 29

Blood Type ||; AB Negative

Height ||; 5'6

Looks ||; Light brown, curly hair. Blue-gray eyes. Blue-gray skin, giving the impression of death. Large scar that extends from her philtrum to just below her bottom lip.

Orientation ||; Homosexual

Relationship Status ||; Taken



Likes ||; Umbriel, other's pain, money, Broadway

Dislikes ||; people, over happy people, Flannery, homophobes, producers


I love you, dollface.

Everything is your fault.. pretty much.

You owe me everything, dream crusher.

You remind me of who I really am.. who I really was.. please stay away from me.

You are sickly happy and it disturbs me.. get away..

Please, why don't you write my name in that silly little book of yours already?


I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

So what if you can see
The darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become!
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
(This animal, This animal)

I can't escape myself
So many times I've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

So what if you can see
The darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become!
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal

Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell

This animal!
This animal!
This animal!
This animal!
This animal!
This animal!
This animal!

So what if you can see
The darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become!
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal

This animal I have become!



Sara Wylie Lovett. Born in Malibu, California. Mother: Helena Lovett, rich, owned an art studio onsite in Malibu. Born to rich parents herself. Father: Orlando Lovett, middle-class, married to Helena Lovett, worked at a bakery. Born to a lower middle-class couple.

Sara-Wylie (never Sara) lived in a three-story house in Malibu, California that sat upon the beach - a very expensive house that her rich mama could buy afford with ease. She attended LeAnne's School for the Talented, a performing arts school where she specialized in drama. Sara-Wylie had a lot of friends, although they were not the regular preppy children you would expect from any normal school. At the performing arts school, it seemed everyone was an outcast - and Sara-Wylie was nothing special.

After Sara-Wylie graduated from LeAnne's, she asked her mother for some money to move to New York City. Gladly, Helena gave her daughter the money she needed and sent her daughter off to live in the merciless city by herself. Sara-Wylie settled herself into a small studio apartment and had her mother wire her money every month for rent and food.

The dainty brunette with the gray-blue eyes did not have any trouble finding local plays to star in - she was beautiful with an equally lovely voice. And talented, oh so talented.. but she had her eye on Broadway. One night, when auditioning for a role in a community musical called Masquerade, she met a rather charming English woman named Elizabeth Rendezvous, who in turn introduced her to Sharena Glass. Sharena was, at the time, a Broadway star and thought she could help Sara-Wylie reach her true potential.

So Elizabeth and Sharena planned out for miss Sara-Wylie to attend the next after-party of Company, a Stephen Sondheim Broadway show. Just ten minutes past eleven, miss Rendezvous showed up at Sara-Wylie's studio apartment to take her to the after party. Fancied up in a sleek, black dress which Elizabeth claimed made Sara-Wylie look "quite stunning and a pretty piece of eye-candy for the producers to eat up," Miss Lovett slid in the back of a limo Sharena had organized for the two to make a lovely entrance at the party.

Company's after party was held at a lovely hotel on West 64th street, not as extravagant as an Embassy Suites but most definitely not a Motel 8. Sara-Wylie fluttered in like a butterfly into the hotel with Elizabeth staying close by her side, dressed only a bit less stunningly in a violet colored dress that trailed to the floor in the back and sides but cut away in the front near her upper thighs. Her emerald green eyes shone very alluringly, like a temptress. Her thick blonde hair was pulled in tight curls, and she looked almost as pretty as a fairy tale heroine. Sara-Wylie felt as though Elizabeth was there to protect her, and she appreciated that.

Mr. Chevelle, who claimed to be a producer, met up with Sara-Wylie not fifteen minutes after the pair arrived. He had circles underneath his eyes and pasty white skin. Mr. Chevelle said that Sharena had told him all about Sara-Wylie and he was most interested. Elizabeth hooked her arm through Sara-Wylie's, clinging close to her while he spoke. After several mintues of rambling, one of Mr. Chevell's "henchmen" of sorts appeared beside him. He had black hair that was messy and eyes that almost seemed to glow an inviting pink, which Sara-Wylie assumed were most definitely contacts. He was quite alluring, so Elizabeth thought, and Mr. Chevelle suggested that she and Christopher become acquainted while he discussed business with Ms. Lovett.

So the tempting blonde and the alluring Christopher pulled away to talk to each other, and Sara-Wylie, now Tormented, wishes that she had never left Elizabeth and Christopher, now Countess and Captivation, leave her that evening.

Mr. Chevelle pulled Sara-Wylie back into a secluded hallway of the hotel, and she just assumed there were too many people around. "Tormented on the inside, I see that you are a suffering artist. Rich in Malibu but poor in New York City. You're not used to this big city, are you?" Mr. Chevelle had slicked back brown hair; he was thin and was wearing a pink suit with a silky pink tie. He was wearing purple contacts, Sara-Wylie thought, because nobody's eyes were that color naturally. "How old are you, Sara?"

"It's Sara-Wylie," she mumbled, "and I'm.." she hesitated, "honestly, Mr. Chevell, I'm only seventeen. But my birthday is very soon, I swear! I'm ready for anything!" Don't sound desperate, Elizabeth had told her, if and when a producer comes to speak to you.

"A lively spirit," Mr. Chevelle remarked, "I like that." Mr. Chevelle only seemed to be in his early twenties. His violet eyes chilled Sara-Wylie t the core. "I think I have something that you might be interested in, Ms. Lovett.." His voice trailed and he eased uncomfortably close to the small girl. His lips were slightly parted and were just centimeters away from Sara-Wylie's. His eyes closed and he kissed her lightly. She didn't kiss back, just sat there; her eyes were wide open and they darted across the room to find somebody.

Sara-Wylie shoved him off of her. "I don't.. swing that way.." Mr. Chevelle gave her a strange look. She said with an awkward tone, "I'm gay." His purple eyes flared.

"Abomination," he hissed, "perhaps you should be tormented inside and out!" Sara-Wylie's eyes betrayed too much fear. He pinned her arms behind her back and dragged her out back through an emergency exit door. There was no alarm like expected; Chevelle threw Sara-Wylie down on the ground. She began to scream as loud as her little lungs could.. but they were in New York City. Screams weren't attended to.

Mr. Chevelle yelled at Sara-Wylie, spitting in her face. "Where do you think being gay is going to get you?" He hissed. "Not on Broadway, that's for sure." His spit was hitting against her face, adding to the effect. It was warm and was almost welcoming on her cold face. It was a chilly fall night and the sky seemed overflowing with storm clouds. An appropriate night for what happened next.

Mr. Chevelle picked up Sara-Wylie by her hair (unnaturally strong, Tormented reflects) and threw her against the wall, hissing in her ear, "Being a homosexual gets you a spot in Hell.. and you look a little something like this!" He screeched. His eyes flashed red and he threw Sara-Wylie on the ground, listened to her scream. Her flesh seemed to tighten around her bones and tear, spurting blood on Chevelle. He snorted and watched her writhe on the ground, turning into a true abomination.

Sara-Wylie felt as though firey venom was shooting through her veins; her skin was turning a sickly blue like she was dying. Chevelle knew he couldn't stay to watch much longer. He stood above Sara-Wylie for a moment and smiled. "Forget my face," he commanded after a moment, and then he was gone.

Ten minutes passed. Fifteen. Fourty-five. An hour. Two. Three. Then the door swung open and Elizabeth wandered out. Her arm was slung over Christopher and she sounded absolutely giddy, their British accents mingling into one hushed whisper. It seemed that Sara-Wylie had picked up a heightened sense of hearing, and she could hear a few things coming from the pair of them: "Apartment 15D", "Too much champagne", "Haven't the slightest what happened to her", "Be okay?" "I hope so."

Elizabeth started to laugh obnoxiously, and her inebriated self tripped clumsily over Sara-Wylie. She bit her lip and stared for a moment, eyeing Sara-Wylie and Christopher respectively. Then she screamed and picked Sara-Wylie up and held her in her lap. "This is my fault!" She yelped, guilt filling her voice. "And yours!" She hissed, gazing at Christopher. "You're terribly captivating.. you.. you.. oh Sara-Wylie I will make this up to you.."

And since, Elizabeth - Countess, really has been trying to help Tormented heal. But Tormented is undead. Hopeless. Captivation has steered far away from her in the events following. Tormented is unstable and cannot seem to resist tearing Captivation open. Umbriel - Tormented's partner - has also been trying to help. Countess and Umbriel - who have an outstanding hate for each other - have come together only for one cause - to help Tormented become Sara Wylie Lovett once again. Raine has been supportive with housing everyone, using her own riches and Ms. Lovett's own money.





By JoshER




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