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╣ Hana Lockheart the Compassion Of God ╠
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₪ Full Name ₪ Hana Kiel Lockheart
₪ Nicknames ₪ An , Ana
₪ Race ₪ Vampire
₪ Sex ₪ Female
₪ Age ₪ 42
₪ Birthday ₪ May 20th
₪ Sexuality ₪ Bi
҂ ℐυϩт ϩσ ɣσυ ӄησω ҂
₪ I support my will ₪ Top
₪ Weapon ₪ The Blade of The Gods | Chain Sword | Sword of Glass
₪ How I act ₪ Hana is always forgiving people even when she knows deep in the back of her mind that they really don't deserve and ounce of kindness, but , that doesn't mean she's all sunshine and fields of flower. Hana can be and always will be smarter than those around herself. She has a very sharp and witty mind and tongue. She is good at manipulating people into doing what she wants. She also very calculative. She calculates everything. Everything. She also plays dumb a lot, she doesn't want anyone to know she is bright and cunning.
₪ Story of my Life ₪ Hana was born into a not so religious family. In fact they hated religion they thought of it as weights, a heavy burden. Hana was taught to be a good child. Knowledge, and wit beaten into her from the beginning. Her father thought she was never good enough. She would show up to school, with bruises on her arms. The teachers would never ask, but Hana knew they knew. One night in the middle of the summer, she slipped out her window into the cover of darkness. She heard from one of her friends , that there was a place where she could be safe. The Grand Church. So she decided to check it out. She knew that by the time she had gotten to the Church her father would have already realized she was gone, so there was no turning back. Soon as the moon was high in the sky Hana arrived at the giant doors of this 'church'. She wrapped her knuckles on the door, hoping some one would be awake. This old man answered the door with a happy grin, even though Hana knew it was an ungodly hour. Hana told the old man why she was here, and the old man was happy to let her live in the church. The tutors taught Hana much about religion and the ways they did things. She learned very quick and became to Priest's Accomplice in a short amount of time.
₪ My Loyalty lies with ₪ Myself
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Likes:
- ✦ Animals
✦ Sweets
✦Manipulating
Dislikes:
- ✦ Arrogant & Rude People
✦ Mean, Rabid Animals
✦ Stupidity
Anything Else: Nope
҂ I always listen to: P a n d a Sharpie L o v e ҂
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Hana sat alone in a stone room, the fire crackling and hissing at her. There was much going on in the world around her, but when she sat in this room she felt as if time stopped. Everything that once was hustling around, stopped. Everything was still. The fire made her skin glow like amber, her body be warmed by it heat. She didn't have to wrap her self in proper clothing for a Saint. She could lounge about naked if she so pleased, but the people were not too keen on knocking. Hana didn't mid too much after all, it was her fault if she was seen, so their was no need to get angry. So, in the end of this deep deluding fight with ones self. Hana wrapped a loose clothe of her self and that would be enough for now. She hope that no one would enter, just cause. She enjoyed her peace. Hana stood from the beautiful carpet she was sprawled across so carelessly, and free and placed her self in a bed that lay further away from the fire.
She remembered when she first came her, the priest would read the bible to her in front of this very fireplace. On winter nights the fire wasn't enough, so he would huddle close to her, underneath a thick blanket. She missed sitting so carelessly with the priest, always being able to feel so comforted by his presence. She even found her self loving the priest, more than her own father. Hana would punish herself for thinking such, foul thoughts, after all one's father was, one's creator, and the child should never put some one higher than thy father. Not even god. Which if you ask any kid is highly mighty for their father to expect more respect than god, the man who made us all. That's like saying honor thy egg more than thy chicken. It just makes no sense.
She remembered when she first came her, the priest would read the bible to her in front of this very fireplace. On winter nights the fire wasn't enough, so he would huddle close to her, underneath a thick blanket. She missed sitting so carelessly with the priest, always being able to feel so comforted by his presence. She even found her self loving the priest, more than her own father. Hana would punish herself for thinking such, foul thoughts, after all one's father was, one's creator, and the child should never put some one higher than thy father. Not even god. Which if you ask any kid is highly mighty for their father to expect more respect than god, the man who made us all. That's like saying honor thy egg more than thy chicken. It just makes no sense.
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♥ A m o u r a ♥
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Amoura's skin was lit up by the morning sun peering through the window. Amoura waved good morning to the sun and opened up all the curtains in her small room. Making the room suddenly flood with bright, colorful waves of sun light. Amoura raised her hands above her head, and stretched. Welcoming the new morning. Today was going to be a great day. Like any other, but today she was going to the town square. The busy , hustle and bustling town square.
Amoura smiled and took off the stale, used pajamas. She then slipped on new, fresh clothing for the day. She felt like being a little weird today and through on a pair of fairy wings. Amoura picked up the brush and ran it through her messy, morning hair. Amoura smiled at her reflection, and then she waltzed into the kitchen. Amoura stick her hand into a small basket that was on the small, tan, marble counter. Amoura pulled out a large green, granny smith apple.
Amoura dug into the the apple with her front teeth and ripped a good chunk of the apple out. She chewed on the yummy, sour, and sweet chunk of apple. Every time she bit down, juice spurt out from the apple all over her taste blood. Amoura smiled. This was her favorite treat. Perfection.Amoura waltzed out the front door, with a basket in hand, that would soon be full of yummy food that would later fill her stomach.
Amoura walked through the tons of people that were just on her street, people were probably out and out today because today was market day. It only comes every so often to, every stocked up on food when they could.Amoura's frilly top was being blown this way and that way because of the strong breeze that was happening. Amoura's mother had taught her, that strong winds were a good indication that there was going to be big change. There was no telling weather the change would be good or bad. One can only think that with the clear sky, that it was going to be a good change, but it had to get worse to get better.
Amoura heard the noise start to pick up and she could hear the vendors screaming what they were selling. Amoura's heart started to race. The market! Amoura walked a little faster. Faster. Faster. Until she was in a run. She ran into the the center and went in a circle taking in all the smells. Berries. Smoke. Mangos. Sweat. She could hear the squawks of chicken, and geese. Amoura smiled and took one of the deepest breaths she had ever taken. Sweet, smells, sounds. Amoura ran to the merchant that was selling the exotic berries.
Amoura smiled and took off the stale, used pajamas. She then slipped on new, fresh clothing for the day. She felt like being a little weird today and through on a pair of fairy wings. Amoura picked up the brush and ran it through her messy, morning hair. Amoura smiled at her reflection, and then she waltzed into the kitchen. Amoura stick her hand into a small basket that was on the small, tan, marble counter. Amoura pulled out a large green, granny smith apple.
Amoura dug into the the apple with her front teeth and ripped a good chunk of the apple out. She chewed on the yummy, sour, and sweet chunk of apple. Every time she bit down, juice spurt out from the apple all over her taste blood. Amoura smiled. This was her favorite treat. Perfection.Amoura waltzed out the front door, with a basket in hand, that would soon be full of yummy food that would later fill her stomach.
Amoura walked through the tons of people that were just on her street, people were probably out and out today because today was market day. It only comes every so often to, every stocked up on food when they could.Amoura's frilly top was being blown this way and that way because of the strong breeze that was happening. Amoura's mother had taught her, that strong winds were a good indication that there was going to be big change. There was no telling weather the change would be good or bad. One can only think that with the clear sky, that it was going to be a good change, but it had to get worse to get better.
Amoura heard the noise start to pick up and she could hear the vendors screaming what they were selling. Amoura's heart started to race. The market! Amoura walked a little faster. Faster. Faster. Until she was in a run. She ran into the the center and went in a circle taking in all the smells. Berries. Smoke. Mangos. Sweat. She could hear the squawks of chicken, and geese. Amoura smiled and took one of the deepest breaths she had ever taken. Sweet, smells, sounds. Amoura ran to the merchant that was selling the exotic berries.
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Miku had ice coffee in hand, sitting on the balcony of her beautiful penthouse , she is occupying. Miku was in a silk robe, watching the sun rise. The sun rise was a really beautiful parade of colors. She wasn't sure that she should be drinking coffee so early in the morning. Miku was always really hyper. Today her and her friends were throwing a big concert. How fun is that! Miku looked forward to the days she got to sing in front of a crowd. Miku was a robot though, most people didn't know that. Miku looks, feels just like a human.
Muki was already, ready to go. Muki and some more of the gang members were gonna meet up at a coffee shop, then go rehearse. Miku and the gang don't usually to concerts together. So today was one of those one in a blue moon days. Miku skipped down the spiral stair case, that lead from the pent house bed room to the kitchen. Miku placed her cup in the huge sink, and skipped her way out of the door.
Miku was going to a coffee place called the Planet. That's where she would meet with her pals. Miku really enjoyed her friends presence, it really made her feel all happy inside. After the show will be a pool party so, she all ready had her bathing suit of. She didn't want to have to go back home and change. That would be tremendously boring, and redundant.
Muki was already, ready to go. Muki and some more of the gang members were gonna meet up at a coffee shop, then go rehearse. Miku and the gang don't usually to concerts together. So today was one of those one in a blue moon days. Miku skipped down the spiral stair case, that lead from the pent house bed room to the kitchen. Miku placed her cup in the huge sink, and skipped her way out of the door.
Miku was going to a coffee place called the Planet. That's where she would meet with her pals. Miku really enjoyed her friends presence, it really made her feel all happy inside. After the show will be a pool party so, she all ready had her bathing suit of. She didn't want to have to go back home and change. That would be tremendously boring, and redundant.
