My Test Thread, No Posting

[ShutterByte]

By the golden beauty of dusk
and the sun low in our sky
By the haunting shadows of trees
and graves, mesmerized am I

۞ ADELEEVALEENDOMINGA۞

Elegance Incarnate
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As she drew her hand back, Adele dipped her head graciously down an inch, a resolute look of understanding threading through her azure eyes just as Peace walked in and joined them in Nicholas' study. When he vowed not to harm the member's of Nicholas' staff, she had to hold back a childish 'too late' from erupting passed her lips. Though in a fight against Lycan, she would rather have Peace at her side; when it came to the affairs of polite and civil between coven political delegations, his manners where to be lacking. Her lips drew into a frowning pout, throwing Peace a disapproving look. Bringing up a promise not to do what you had already done seemed deemless.

As another vampire introduced themselves, she turned around, taking in the youthfulness of this other kind. He introduced himself as Alexander, and by the way he stood by Nicholas, she knew there was a strong connection, whether by siring or not. The contrasts between their two kinds where presently subtle, yet still there. Nicholas' and Alexander's eyes were luminous, their skin pale and reflective and their fingernails are like glass nails where elongated, though more claw than anything. While Adele's kind's eyes, when under duress, turn a startling shade of electric blue or bright gold, while their canine teeth lengthen to become pointed fangs. Some where pale, but most when turned, keep their outward color, whether tan or darker. Turning her attention back to what Nicholas was saying, Adele had to nod in agreement, finding his idea to be sound.

"I concur. I do not want this to happen again, nor would it be pertinent for it to escalate into these ...," Adele's lips twisted as she dredged through blood transferred memories to use words that she hadn't known before, ".. motion pictures. And our companion will join us at a later time. He is taking care of a few loose ends."

She smoothed a hand down the front of her dress before tilting her head to glance around, a human habit she enjoyed to employ when in a crowded room. It seemed rude, but she liked the bluntness and clear cut meaning of it.

"Where will we be residing, if you do not mind me inquiring?"

Those whispering shades... sad, silent glades
Pain is a far away land, misery, a lifetime's journey...

...and I lust for death, judgment...

[ShutterByte]

「 EVA cecilia BUNNELL 」
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With t h i s, I'll f l y.
C L I C K M E

Let's call it d y n a m o
The energy, the e l e c t r i c i t y
Let's call it d y n a m o
Infinity, the o m n i p o t e n c y,

Eva's mouthed formed a startled oh with her lips when Orion told her about her being the last thing on his mind and the press of his lips against her cheek. But when all hell broke loose, her eyes darted away and she watched Orion fight a giant sentinel, frozen in shock before another, yet smaller sentinel attacked. She through up a wall of golden energy as it shot several rounds of laser-fire. Her hands trembled under the strength of the blast's force, another sentinel appearing behind that one. As the sentinel paused in it's blasts, she fire a torrent at it's head, searing metal from metal before making a chopping motion at the other one, sending out a thin blade of energy, slicing threw it's arm, making it fall off.

It made a grab for her with it's other hand and she jumped forward, the metal heels of her boots making little sparks as she ran up it's arm. She blasted it in it's face, taking it clear off, leaving a smoking hole. The other sentinel jumped at her, ramming against the other sentinel. She leaped agilely to the other side of the one armed sentinel as the other sentinel pummeled the fallen sentinel's carcass, trying to get to her. The dead sentinel tipped over and so did the other one. Eva leaped off of it, forming a energy blade in her hand and stabbed it into the side of the raging sentinel, slicing down the side of it and using the slow down of momentum to land safely in her feet.

Turn the b o o s t e r on
Drive the power up to the m a x i m u m
Climax, highest i m p u l s e
It's the d y n a m o

[ShutterByte]

א General Informationxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Namexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Eva Cecilia Bunnell

Aliasxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Prodigy

Agexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
19

D/O/Bxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
May 25

Genderxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A woman on a mission.

Home Townxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Quebec, Canada

Sexual Orientationxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Heterosexual

Affiliationxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
New X-Men



אAppearancexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Heightxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
5'11

Buildxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Slender

Hairxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Long, wavy blond

Eyesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Light, purple-ish blue. Glows brighter
when she has visions.

Distinguishing Marksxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Serial numbers branded on her right arm.
A long scar from the end of her left brow to her hairline.

Apparelxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Eva's Comfortable Style

X-Men Uniformxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
X-Suit



אPersona Analysis
If there would be one word to describe Eva, it would be impulsive. More than a little bit impulsive, as well as snarky, compassionate, driven, not giving much thought to her actions, though very much in tune with her emotions. Her temper, while long suffering, when she hits her breaking point, is explosive and uninhibited. Her heart is big and tends to put her foot in her mouth and intervene in situations without knowing the circumstances. She tends to be hard headed, but will listen to advice, and opinions; she delegates to be as humble as she can be.


אBiography
Born in Quebec, Canada, Eva was a born fighter, her middle class parents scraping together enough money to get her taught by the best teachers in well known gyms and dojos. She excelled in any physical sport she was put into as well as keeping above average grades. He parents where proud of her and she lived an exceptionally normal and happy life until she turned twelve. She hit puberty, and everything changed. She could see things happening minutes before they happened. Than like a flip of a switch in her mind, her molecular density either hardened or turn vaporous at a whim. Her parents knew the importance of discretion when it came to mutation, though where generally accepting of her.

For a time when she was fifteen, she disappeared. Her parents did not know where she was and search aimlessly for her. A year later, she came home, more than little worse for wear. When asked what had happened to her, noncommittal answers where given. The questions where later dropped after a fruitless interrogation and just after graduation, she moved to New York to enter collage. James Cruz approached her and invited her to join the New X-Men. She accepted. Now, she's just trying to find her place on the team and in life.


אAbilities
Density control ;; Ability to increase or decrease the natural density of an object and/or one's self. To manipulate the user's density, which at its lowest allows flight and a ghostly, phasing intangibility and at its heaviest provides superhuman strength, immovability and a diamond-hard near invulnerability.

Minimal Clairvoyance ;; The precognitive sense and/or vision of the immediate future. It may be expressed in vague dreams while asleep, other times it can be clear and can occur at will. It may also be used as a form of "danger sense" to show the user that they are being threatened and from what direction it is coming from.

[ShutterByte]

Username: ShutterByte
Name: Eva Cecilia Bunnell
Codename: Prodigy
Theme Song: Ain't No Rest For the Wicked - Cage The Elephant
Age: 19
Actor: Amanda Seyfried
Personality: More than a bit impulsive, snarky, compassionate, driven, not giving much thought to her actions, though very much intune with her emotions. Her temper, while long suffering, when she hits her breaking point, is explosive and uninhibited. Her heart is big and tends to put her foot in her mouth and intervene in situations without knowing the circumstances. She tends to be hard headed, but will listen to advice, and opinions; she delegates to be as humble as she can be.

[ShutterByte]

Eva
ɪ'm scared to even l o v e ʏou
xxxxxxxxx butifIaskedtowouldyousaveme? ♥
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Regular Everyday Hero

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Help, I'm alive, my heart
keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender
If you're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?

[ShutterByte]

Eva Bunnell



James Michaels

[ShutterByte]

「 EVA cecilia BUNNELL 」
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With t h i s, I'll f l y.
C L I C K M E

Let's call it d y n a m o
The energy, the e l e c t r i c i t y
Let's call it d y n a m o
Infinity, the o m n i p o t e n c y,

Eva gasped for breath as she turned around, her heart nearly stopping as she saw a Sentinel absorb Orion into it's self. She faintly heard Michael's order to get Stark and leave. Seeing Rogue tend to Stark, she ran forward, inhibition thrown to the wind. She could already feel a sweeping tiredness coming down on her shoulders, though she pushed through it with pure adrenaline. When Michael told her to take care of his younger counter part, she hesitated before changing direction and couching down next to the unconscious kid. She hefted him up over her shoulder into a fireman's carry; she watched as Michael attacked the Sentinel/Orion symbiont, her heart aching and hoping that Orion was alright. Her eyes burned with frustration and defiance as she watched events unfold, standing up with the kid clutched to her shoulders. Assassin robots surrounded them after being launched out of the main body of the giant Sentinel, red lights seemed to dance everywhere as they scanned the mutants. Hearing Master Mold talk, she almost felt herself being thrown back into past memories of the dark and ominous future sentinels; the cold and cruel harshness that had faced mutant kind at that time was horrific.

Her heart rate quickened with trepidation, beating a tattoo against her chest as she took off in a sprint, letting Michael take the brunt of the attacks, nimbly dodging blasts sent her way. She curtailed around a fallen sentinel carcass, taking cover behind it as she slid the kid from her shoulders and settled him under a fallen piece of metal, hoping that would protect him, if just a little bit. She didn't like little Michael that much, heck she could barely stand the older Michael and his mood swings, but she couldn't live with herself if a child died and she did nothing to stop it. She huddled down as blasts ripped at the sides of her makeshift cover; only when the firing paused did she pop up and fire back blasts of her own, tearing down a sentinel with a energy blast to the chest, effectively concussing it's core. She dived back down as the rest of the sentinels opened fire again.

Turn the b o o s t e r on
Drive the power up to the m a x i m u m
Climax, highest i m p u l s e
It's the d y n a m o

[ShutterByte]

pppppppppppppppppppppppppSeverus Snapeppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppThe greatest thing you'll ever learn
ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppis just to love and be loved in return.

Severus woke with a start, he was chewing down hard on his lower lip as he pushed back the sheets to his large canopy bed, he noted disdainfully that her roommates were still sleeping soundly, it was early yet and he knew he had to get to a fresh start. Being the social pariah lead to loads of ridicule and he would be damned if he had to go through another school year like that again. Speaking of company he made a mental note to avoid Lily as soon as he was out and about. Just the thought of Lily and her disappointed looks made a sense of irritation that he was not accustomed too settle over his mind. Last year he had pulled the final straw. It was Severus, she was very angry with him and his behavior, that much he knew.

It was clearly a disappointment to her that he would act out that way, even the train ride home he was a complete prat. He had remembered that too, she had gotten off and usually they would walk to each mother's car with their guardians and talk about how James was that prat. This was the first year that they gladly steered clear of each other, his summer a bit more disillusioned and dark than it had ever been. He had absolutely nothing to do with her during that time, in fact she had barely seen hide nor hair of him, which was fine by him then. Now by Lord Voldemort's will, he consumed himself in other things, nefarious things that made his hands tremble and the presence of the Dark Lord more oppressing. Severus shook his head, his opaque eyes blinking as he was brought back to reality, he looked down at her trunk and then rummaged quietly through his things for his clothes for the day. And when he found what he wanted he pulled out his wand and 'swished' and 'flicked' and then watched as his bed made it's self.

He slipped out of the portrait hole and then hurried over towards the dormitory bathrooms, when he got there he looked around for any other students, than started the bath. Once it was full enough he dis-robed and then slid into the bubbly water and sighed with relief as he sat there for a while. Hearing footsteps, he thought students where coming in, so he plugged his nose and then dunked down into the water. Once he came up for air he released her nose and then wiped away the bubbles from his face, listening , but the footsteps had faded away. He then started to wash his hair and her body, when he was finished he got out and then rinsed off.

He un-plugged the tub and then wrapped a towel around his waist and went to his pile of clothes and then started to get dressed. He smoothed a hand down his front, taking pride in his new robes, his pressed shirt, his fine pinstriped slacks, but especially his handmade detailed black Oxford dress shoes. They gleamed at him like a welcoming friend, his lips twitching as if to smile. The dull glint of metal on his finger had his almost smile dropping from his lips, touching a finger to the ring that the Dark Lord had entrusted to him made an uneasiness settle down on his broad shoulders. He didn't understand the importance of it, but it did give him at least some protection from the rest of the Death Eaters, a sign that he was in Lord Voldermorts' favor. He just didn't know if he wanted to be there. He shook his head, clearing his mind of those thoughts. He waved his wand, not even needing to a mutter a spell that much with all the practice he had with non-verbal spells. His hair dried and then settled into a long and sweeping or as the woman who cut it had said: 'a sexy shaggy look for his naturally wavy hair. His hair was cut to sit just on his shoulders and the ends were layered to add texture & enhance his waves.' He rolled his eyes as he remembered. He felt a nervousness settle in his stomach as he kept himself from running his fingers through it, that being the problem for his greasy hair in the first place. Instead he fixed his silk tie and starched collar, tugging at it to loosen the strain on his neck.

Once he was dressed, he picked up his wand and then tucked it away, he picked up his night clothes and then then exited the dorm bathroom, then started his way down the hall. He knew he had to put his things away but he felt an impatience that was very rare come over him. So instead, he folded his things up and then pulled out his wand and tapped them twice, thinking a shrinking spell, making his clothes shrink down really small. He tucked them inside his robe pockets and then started to make his way for the Great Hall.

"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees.
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
I know I can't slow down,
I can't hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could.
No there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good".

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked - Cage The Elephant

[ShutterByte]

Canon Request

Gaia Name: ShutterByte
Character(s) Desired: Storm
Can you meet the post requirement?: Definitely, especially if people do the same. ^^


Example Post:



"That feels better, doesn't it," Ororo Monroe cooed as she tilted a water can, drizzling a light shower over luminescent white lilies; the corners of her lips curled a little bit with delighted mirth. White hair gleamed in the bright sunlight, several strands trailing out from under the wide brim of her dark blue sun hat. She sat back on, her knees rest down against soft earth and put down the can, the bangles on her wrist jangling merrily. Picking up a plastic carton to her right, she gently lifted out a young plant, a little bit of moist dirt crumbling from the bottom and sprinkling down. Cradling it gently in her cupped hands, she plopped it down in a shallow dug hole, than pushed more dirt into the hole, covering the bottom half of the plant. Patting down gently, she than stood up and picked up a big bag and started drizzling darker dirt and fertilizer around the edges of the plants. Dropping the canvas sack back down with a thump, she wiped at her brow, smearing a streak of dirt over her right eyebrow. A tranquil and content smile curled on her lips, happy with her hard work and with the growth and rebirth of all her plants. She turned on a water facet and placed her hands under the running water, rubbing all the earth and grime off her fingers, humming a tune before she started to sing, her voice a strong soprano, a blending melody.

"I jumped into the river
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
And all the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt..."

Her voice trailed off as she twisted the nob, turning the water off and shook out her hands, droplets flying everywhere. She giggled faintly as a few flecked onto her cheeks before tugging her sunhat off, shaking her startling ivory tendrils and running her fingers through her long tresses. She was glad that there hadn't been any alarms going off or panic that led to fighting today, she loved the fact that she could get up today and just relax, take care of her growing plant 'children' and just enjoy the sun. Days like this where far and few; the wonderful weather probably brought on by her own sunny disposition.

[ShutterByte]

? General Informationxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Namexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ororo Iqadi T'Challa (née Munroe)

Aliasxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Storm

Agexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
24

D/O/Bxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Unknown

Genderxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A Goddess

Blood Typexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
AB

Home Townxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Cairo, Eygpt

Sexual Orientationxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Bisexual

Affiliationxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The X-Men



?Appearancexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Heightxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
6'0"

Buildxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Toned Curves

Hairxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
White and Long

Eyesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Chocolate brown eyes, turn white when she uses her powers.

Distinguishing Marksxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Back Tattoo Arm Tattoo
Tongue Bar

Apparelxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Storm's Casual

Uniformxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Storm's X-Suit



?Persona Analysis
She has a peaceful personality but must be careful since her emotions control her powers. She loves gardening and is afraid of tight spaces. Has a strong sense of obligation to her friends or even to strangers. She has always stood by her friends when they needed her. Storm has a strong, determined character and if she has to, can step up as a capable leader who has been at times the backbone of the X-Men. Her courage and caring made her a trusted confidant to many of the X-Men. Her wisdom and cool headed calm earned their respect.


?Biography
The X-men Storm was born to David and N’dare Munroe in New York City. Her mother was a princess/priestess of an African tribe and her father is a photojournalist. When she was only 6 years old, her family was relocated to Cairo, Egypt.

A terrorist bomb exploded in their home killing both her parents. However, she was alive and trapped under tons of rubble from the explosion right beside her mother’s corpse. Without doubt, this has scarred her life in many ways possible and she is scared of being contained in small spaces. This also means that she suffers from claustrophobia. While she was wandering the streets after the death of her parents, a master thief known as Achmed el-Gibar gave her a roof over her head and food as well. She soon picked up his skills of trade and became a very successful pickpocket in Cairo.

At 12, she decided to end her life of crimes and left Cairo to her ancestral home on the Serengeti Plain in Africa. Only then did she know she has the power to control the weather and slowly developed her superpowers. She decided to help the local tribes to ensure that they do not suffer from droughts or floods. Soon, she was worshipped as a "Storm goddess" by the locals. Prof X approaching Storm, little did she know that she was actually a mutant. She was approached by Prof. Charles Xavier (Prof. X) and he requested her to help rescue the X-men that were being held captive by Krakoa.

After she has helped to save the X-men, she was asked to join. She agreed and now has taken residence in the Mansion.


?Abilities
Weather manipulation
Flight
Energy perception
Ecological empathy
Resistance to the effects of the weather and extreme heat and cold
Latent natural magic abilities
Combat and thievery

Physical abilities and traits

Storm's physiology grants her a total immunity to extreme weather conditions and temperatures of heat and cold. Her body compensates for rapid decreases or increases in atmospheric pressure. She can see in near-complete darkness and has superb dexterity. Storm has been described as having one of the strongest wills among the X-Men, making her highly resistant to psychic attacks especially in tandem with electrical fields she creates around herself. Telepaths have found it difficult to track her down and probe her thoughts. Several of these traits are independent of her mutant status and are a result of her ancestry. Also, when utilizing her powers, Storm's eyes turn solid white.

Storm is extraordinarily skilled at picking both locks and pockets. Storm is also a gifted hand-to-hand combatant, having been trained extensively by her fellow X-Man Wolverine, and is also an excellent marksman with handguns.

[ShutterByte]

My parents named me:
xxxx [ Mia Kirshner ]
xxxxxxx
My friends call me by this:
xxxx [ Just Mia. ]
xxxxxxx
Last I checked, I am:
xxxx [ I'm a girl, silly. ]
xxxxxxx
I prefer these:
xxxx [ Um, just guys. ]
xxxxxxx
I blew out this many candles on my birthday:
xxxx [ 20 ]
xxxxxxx
Oh, and here's a picture of me:
xxxx [ Here's Mia! ]
xxxxxxx
I'm musically gifted, but I play this:
xxxx [ None, unless they have a tambourine I could bang on... ]
xxxxxxx
I currently have a thing for:
xxxx [ Someone in the band. ]
xxxxxxx
I ain't a puppet, but this is who pulls my strings:
xxxx [ ShutterByte ]
xxxxxxx
Here's some of my previous work:
xxxx
[ LINK 1 -- See; Severus Snape
LINK 2 -- See; Charity Love Robux ]
xxxxxxx
This is what people say about me:
xxxx [ More than a bit of a push-over, Mia loves to hang around the band, even if she has to lug around equipment, run errands, or just get whatever anybody wants. Her heart tends to be in the right place, it just seems like most of the time her brain isn't. She's eager to please, in fact her mother calls her an 'Eager Beaver', always wants to please someone, and usually takes people at face value, rather than be suspicious or think ill of anyone. Most of the time she acts like a hyper puppy and is really talkative when she's nervous, though around the band, she's so starstruck that she's usually stuttering or speechless. When helping, she gets easily distracted and a lot of the time, acts like a major weirdo. She's not crazy enough to stalk someone, but she does enjoy following people around, even if it creeps them out.

She's also deeply emotional, never really hiding what she's feeling, letting everyone seeing what she's going though on her face. When she's happy, she has a smile on her face, nothing can bring her down, and she's laughing and having a great time. The biggest thing that could be done for her was to just pay attention to her, she thrives on it, having not been given enough. When she's sad, she's really sad, sobbing her heart out, because it takes a lot to make get her there. When she's mad, she lets it out in one huge blaze, opening her mouth and letting whom ever, or whatever know that she was pissed. Out of the three moods, happy is the most dominant. She takes things pretty lightly most times, and she doesn't let things make her waste her life being anything other than happy. The way she sees it, she was supposed to live a happy life, so if she lets anything make her sad or angry or depressed or whatever, then she's not doing what she's supposed to be doing. Though she doesn't have much confidence, she does have a lot of conviction in being happy.]
xxxxxxx
Like everyone, I have my own story:
xxxx [ Mia is the seventh child of eight kids, raised by two devoted Jewish parents. Most of her life was spent being over looked, just another number in line for food, clothes and bedtimes. It's not that her parents didn't love her, it's just that they never had time. Feeding and housing eight children kept them in full and part-time jobs, sometimes not seeing their own kids for days on end. Mia was mainly raised by her older siblings or their neighbor, Mrs. Simmons, who let Mia play with her cats after school. She got good grades in school, which was expected of her, as was her going to collage on a scholarship, because it was the only way she could.

Throughout high school, she was the Jew nerd, friends with the popular girl because they use to play together as kids. She stayed on the sidelines most of the time, overshadowed by her friend's popularity. After high school, she entered collage with a full scholarship in business, trying to get her two-year MBA degree. It was in the middle of her first year when she found a flyer for some new metal rock band. At first she didn't pay it any mind, but when she absentmindedly asked her roommate about it, she was drawn in by the descriptions of the band mates and loved the music her roommate had recorded on her phone, feeling like the lyrics and music spoke to her on a personal level. Mia decided right then and there to be the band's first groupie and to follow them if they toured, feeling a determination she hadn't felt before. After getting her courage up, she approached James Montgomery, almost passing out, and now she finds herself lugging around equipment and holding people's hair as they puked almost every night, though she had the privilege of being backstage at every gig. Truth be told, she's never had more fun in her whole life. Plus, they rocked!!]

[ShutterByte]

M I A -- K I R S H N E R

Violet loneliness I know you
Feeling alone and fool
And you're coming with your blue
Violet loneliness I love you
You come to give me pain
But you are my only friend
You come tonight...
But I won't fight...
'Cause you are the one...

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[ShutterByte]

Charity L o v e Robux

______ɑтʏɔʜɩρʜσʙιɑ____( кηιgнт )____ιη____ [W H I T E]____αямσя

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[ShutterByte]

First Post

In this post you should include a photo of your wolf , a quote or lyric that describes your chara's personality , and of course their lovely name !

Second Post

In this post your going to give us all the basic facts the name , any nicknames, their age and birthday , their breed of wolf (gray wolf , red wolf , etc.) , their gender , their sexuality which should be straight , and perhaps another photo of your gorgeous character ?

Third Post

In this post your going todescribe your wolfs appearance to us as if there is no picture . Fur color , eye color , scars , wounds , or anything else you can think of . Body size .

Fourth Post

Here you will put what pack you are in , what your rank is , and your opinion on the whole feud situation. If your against it or for it .

Fifth Post

Put your personality , strengths , and weaknesses your character might have .

Sixth Post

Put your characters history here ! Include a family true of all deceased and non-deceased relatives

Seventh Post

Any likes , dislikes , and fears

Eighth Post

Your relationships , thoughts , and opinions on each of the characters in the roleplay

Ninth Post

Here you may put any songs that remind you of your charater or how he/she feels

[ShutterByte]

▇▇ ɢɩɴɢəʀ ♕ ＪＵＩＣＹ ＦＩＬＬＩＮＧ＂ the malicious ＂

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I'M FEELING KINDA STRANGE
CAUSE OF ALL THE THINGS YOU SAY
YEAH I KNOW, TOO GOOD TO BELIEVE
THIS PROBABLY WON'T CUT IT
Mood

Ginger walked down the sidewalk, the sounds of the city rumbling all around her; her long legs encased in tight ripped jeans, her pumps clacking almost cheerfully against the concrete. She was a vision of sensuality, a red corset hugging her tightly and a skull necklace laying in the wells of her collarbones. Her feminine muscles rippled as she strode around a street corner, a lazy confidence in her motions. Her long chocolate and honey hued hair bounced against her back, her bright blue eyes shadowed by her thick and long lashes.




Touch Me Now