Post and I will hang you by your entrails. :B

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¯`•.•James✖Haydn✖Cameron•.•´¯
I'm gonna make it bend and break, so say a prayer
And let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show....

Etched Ⓘⓝⓣⓞ Memory ·)»

▪ Nature Boy- You know those stupid little nicknames that kids come up with to make fun of their peers? This was the nickname that I was given when I was still a kid. I don't think many people call me that anymore..at least, not to my face.


Ⓤⓝⓓⓔⓡ My Skin ·)»

▪ I'm human, obviously. German on my mom's side, who knows what on my dad's side.


Know Ⓨⓞⓤⓡ Place ·)»

▪ Head of the Drama Club.
Junior; I guess I'll be going on to make a name for myself in a couple of years.


Too Ⓜⓐⓝⓨ Days ·)»

▪ Seventeen


Mirⓡⓞⓡ, Ⓜⓘⓡror ·)»

▪ Standing At:: five foot nine.
▪ Weighing In With:: one hundred thirty-five
▪ Twirled Around My Fingers:: You can't tell? Jeez. Okay. My hair is dark blonde, and it gets lighter as it gets towards the tips. It's also curly. I mean, like, really curly, and it comes down to about my shoulders.
▪ Glaring At You:: Hazel
▪ Just So You Know:: Extras. Scars, Glasses, etc.

▪ In Case You're Interested:: Sexuality.

A Little Ⓗⓐⓡⓓ To Handle ·)»

▪ Personality. 3 + Paragraphs.

«(·Smiles

▪ Likes
▪ 3 +
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«(·Frowns

▪ Dislikes
▪ 3 +
▪ Bullets, please.

«(·Cowering

▪ Weaknesses
▪ 2 +
▪ Bullets, please.

«(·Empowered

▪ Strengths
▪ 2 +
▪ Bullets, please.

«(·Gasps

▪ Fears
▪ 1 +
▪ Bullets, please.

This Wasn't Ⓐⓛⓦⓐⓨⓢ Me ·)»

▪ History. 2 + Paragraphs.

Turn Up The Ⓡⓐⓓⓘⓞ ·)»

▪ Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven
SongallthatglittersisGOLDLyrics

Color Ⓜⓨ Rainbow ·)»

▪ DEAD on ARRIVAL

▪▪ C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n ▪▪

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

XXDiamantaXXBucciXX
All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation. -- W.H. Auden
You do anything enough to escape the habit of living, until escape becomes the habit. -David Ryan

>> i AM your SUGAR<<

i don't WANT to be a legend ---->.)
Dia - Daddy doesn't call me Diamanta unless I've done something completely heinous; he's the one who started calling me Dia when I was barely crawling. I let him, my siblings, and the Dealer get away with calling me this, but I would rather everyone else call me by my name.
Tiffany - My mother had a sense of humor. My full name is Diamanta Tiffany Bucci. Some of my old..'boyfriends' used to call me Tiffany, as a sort of pet name. I hate it.



i'm older than you'll EVER be ---->.)
I Just turned twenty-eight.

i've been DEAD a thousand years ---->.)
October 2nd. Oh, how wonderful, the one day of the year where I should be allowed to get utterly smashed, and I'm not allowed to.

i fall in LOVE for a night ---->.)
Oldest Daughter. Pretty soon, I'll be the new President of Direxa, so you'd better start sucking up to me.

>> i AM your CREAM<<

and candy SWEET faces ---->.)
Height-- five foot ten
Weight-- one hundred forty pounds
Hair-- My hair is long, wavy, and black. I don't have any bangs, and most of the time I've got some part of my hair clipped back. Never all of it, though.
Eye Color-- Green
Things to Note-- I've got a tattoo of a rosary on my left hip. My ears are pierced once, and I've got my navel pierced too. Anything else is -my- little secret~

>>.OBSESSION
Sex
Trendy clothing
High heels
Tricylivisc
Blood
Chess
Pretty faces
Cats
Popularity
Alcohol
Feeling numb

>>.REJECTION
Tacky clothing
Junk food
Addiction
Soda
Getting her hands dirty
Alleyways
Ugly people
Ugly things
Children
Dogs

>>.QUAKING
Dying.
Pain
Withdrawal.
Heights
Growing Old
A botched surgery

>> i AM your worst NIGHTMARE<<

everyone has BECOME my enemy ---->.)

I know how to get what I want. Conniving? Oh yes. I can keep my secrets with the best of them, and people are always trying to get under my skin, figure things out about me; what you see in the papers is only the surface of who I am. If I weren't so much more business-savvy than my poor, stupid siblings, I'd be a brilliant actress. I play the part of a sweet, innocent, loving daughter, but that's all a ruse. The cameras can't catch me in the way I really am. A swing of my hips, a single glance, and I've been known to have anyone on their knees, begging for more. Seduction is another of the many games I play, even though it never has any meaning to it. I love to party, love to charm people into my bed for no other reason than because I want to. I love attention, and it's a wonder I don't do more foolish things for the public eye to see. Maybe I do have a tiny amount of common sense.

Contrary to what you might think, I am intelligent. I told you before; I'm very well suited to run a company like Direxa. It was the best schools, the best education, ever since I was young. And my education isn't lost on me. I've been around Daddy's company for years; I was playing in his office long before the Empire State Building was the company building, and I've learned a few things in those years. My younger brother may fancy himself the smart one, but he really has nothing on me. My decisions, however poor they may be, are mine.

I have a short temper. I can smile, smirk, flirt with the best of them, but that doesn't mean I'm happy. I know how to carry myself in public, to keep my anger to myself, but when I have a moment to myself, that's when I lose it. I have sex and get my fix of Tricylivisc to relieve stress, relieve anger. You can ask my dealer if you have any doubts; when I'm angry, I'll do what I can to get my violent urges out. I've drawn blood, either my own or someone else's, during sex just to release some stress.

Spoiled is such a mean word, don't you think? Unfortunately, it isn't far from the truth. My father was already working his way to the top when I was born; by the time my baby sister was born, he had reached that place at the top. I've had everything I ever wanted thrown at my feet since I was small. I have entitlement issues, and I don't like hearing the word 'no'. When I was younger, I threw tantrums, but now that I've grown up a bit, I have new means of getting what I want. I enjoy material possessions; things I can touch, taste, feel with all of my senses. I am all for the finer things in life; whoever said that diamonds are a girls best friend definitely hit the nail on the head. Not only are things like diamonds and silk, fancy cars and managing to seduce the rich and famous some of the most appealing things to me. I am an addict, although no one except my family knows about that. Well..them, and the person who supplies that drug I'm addicted to.

I hate people poking their noses in my business. I'm well-acquainted with my father's methods, and my brother's. If you place your filthy hands on what's mine, what doesn't belong to you, I can and -will- bury you. Don't think that just because I'm a woman, I can't take care of myself. My younger brother can tell you the opposite; I'm capable of just as much brutality as him. I simply prefer to avoid getting my own hands dirty. You should never assume that I won't give the order to one of my bodyguards to fill you full if holes if you step out of line with me. Believe me darling, I'd be happy to.

Daddy says I'm too headstrong, too impulsive. I say I'm just a girl who knows what she wants and just how to get it.

i'm gonna BLAME it on you ---->.)
When I was born, the girl and their first child, Mother wanted me to be walking perfection. She named me Diamanta, because diamonds are cold, untarnished perfection. Maybe that's what she wanted me to portray.

What a load of bull.

Daddy was still working on his company, trying to push it to the top. But we had plenty of money even then, so Mother spoiled me. I learned at a young age that the world was mine for the taking. Well, I learned that from my mother. She was a silly, vapid woman, and I believe I was her first experiment in motherhood. By the time my baby sister was born, I was almost a teenager and Mother had finally settled into her role, since Daddy's company was . Anyways. I did grow up spoiled, although Daddy did his best to teach me that I had to work, that everything wouldn't just be thrown at my beat. Still, he spoiled us all just as much as Mother did, so I guess that's kind of hypocritical for him to teach me. When Mother died, I guess it came to me to look after my younger siblings. I can't remember how old I was..sixteen, maybe? I wanted to go out and party, make friends, get a boyfriend, but those options weren't available for me. Instead, when I wasn't looking after my youngest brother and sister, I was being molded again. This time, they were trying to transform me into a 'face' for Direxa; something kind and caring and innocent to prove that Direxa did still care about people, not just about money. They would have done better to get my baby sister for that.

However, it didn't really matter after a while. The idea of a new kind of "plastic surgery", transplants to achieve true perfection, right down to your genetics, came up, and it became popular. Daddy got Congress to pass a bill allowing him to repossess organs if people didn't pay for them. I was one of the first people to alter myself for that sort of perfection, and I let myself be one of many tests for their new drug, Tricylivisc. Unfortunately, I'm a bit too weak-willed to resist addictions, so even after I'd recovered from my surgery, I needed those drugs in my body so I wasn't in pain. They tried to rehabilitate me, but withdrawal was messy and painful and I was getting desperate. So, one night, I sneaked out of the house to find something, anything that would make it stop.

That was when I met him.

It had only been a few months since the drug had been perfected; I'd been addicted to it for six months, tops. But he'd already figured out a way to draw the drug out of corpses. It was morbid s**t, but he was selling and I would buy it. I don't know how it turned into a web of drugs and money and sex, but it did. And now that I was getting my fix, I could function. I was back to being the poster child for Direxa, and this time I was meant to praise the idea of surgery for fashion, to keep it popular, to keep money coming in even after people had obtained organs they needed to survive. I started to fancy that I was living a double life. For the media, for the cameras and the sea of nameless faces, I was that sweet, charming girl they expected. Everyone figured that I or my younger brother would be taking control of the company when Daddy decided to retire, and I don't think I'd want anything less.

But when the cameras were off, I was the girl who was getting high, associating with the whores and the filthy people on the streets. My interactions with the Dealer, getting a fix so I didn't have to deal with the feeling of being alive..that was when I really lived. I wasn't being a puppet for Direxa at those times. So what if I was spending my time with my bare back to a brick wall? It was my decision, and that was the only important thing.

A few weeks before my twenty-eighth birthday, Daddy said that he was going to be choosing who was going to take over his company. Everyone had thought that it would be my brother or me, but no. He was going to choose from all of us, and, maybe I was crazy, but it didn't sound to me like he was going to necessarily leave the decision among the four of us. Then again, I've always been brighter than the rest of my siblings, so I'm probably right. For now, though, my only concern is my younger brother. He's got as much of the will to get to the top as I do, and he isn't afraid to step on me to further his own goals. But that's fine, because I'd cut his throat just as willingly as he'd cut mine. At least I wouldn't throw the rest of our family out on the street if I took control.

I've spent less time down in the city now, unless I'm making an appearance at some event to keep up my reputation. I'm more on edge now because of it, and I'll be walking on razors until this is all over.

>> NOW SCREAM<<

beauty in the PAIN ---->.)
There's so much HEAT beneath these CLOTHES

sing LOUD and clear ---->.)
Papa Roach - Hollywood Whore
SongunzipmyheartLyrics

C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

She found out she's got no soul,
But it really doesn't bother her.
White trash queen,
American dream-
Oh, what a role model.
The cameras are gone
and nobody screams
She couldn't survive her fifteen minutes of fame
Her friends are all gone
She's going insane
She'll never survive without the money and fame. . . .

Oº°‘¨ Diamanta Bucci¨‘°ºO
IT'S ALL GOING DOWN THE DRAIN

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How much is real? So much to question
An epidemic of the mannequins
Contaminating everything
When thought came from the heart
It never did right from the start
Just listen to the noises
Before you tell yourself it's just a different scene
Remember it's just different from what you've seen

FOREVERFEELSLIKEHOMEadin maelFOREVERFEELSLIKEHOME
The stars, they lie to you.

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REMEMBER WHAT YOU'RE STARING AT IS ME

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XXShiraXXVogelXX
"The butterfly is a flying flower,
The flower a tethered butterfly." ~Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun
"Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven." ~ Ophelia, 'Hamlet'
"I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free." ~Charles Dickens

>> i AM your SUGAR<<

i don't WANT to be a legend ---->.)
Ophelia - This is my stage name. Most people know me by this, and my name over the years has been reduced to a small line of text above the headline of this name.
Songbird - A very dear friend always called me this. I don't enjoy hearing this word, either as a pet name or even as a way to describe me in a magazine article. It brings back too many memories.



i'm older than you'll EVER be ---->.)
Twenty-five.

i've been DEAD a thousand years ---->.)
February Twenty-third. I'm a Pisces..although sometimes I don't quite understand that.

i fall in LOVE for a night ---->.)
The SONGBIRD in a steel cage.

>> i AM your CREAM<<

and candy SWEET faces ---->.)
Height-- five feet, five inches
Weight-- one hundred thirty-five pounds
Hair-- My hair is fairly straightforward. It's black, straight, and about to the middle of my back in terms of length. It's actually rather simple to take care of, and there's a pretty wide range of how my hairstylists can play with it.
Eye Color-- green
Things to Note-- Piercings? Tattoos? Scars? Get creative! <3

>>.OBSESSION
+Singing
+The Stage
+Starry nights..I miss them in the city.
+Tarot Cards
+Amethysts
+The color purple..I'm a bit obsessed with it, actually.
+Birds
+Flowers
+Shakespeare
+Sweets
+Silk
+Piano

>>.REJECTION
-Direxa
-Blood
-Guns
-Doctors
-Metal
-Sand
-Plastic Surgery
-Soda
-People who are too controlling.

>>.QUAKING
(*)Blood
(*)Clowns
(*)Spiders
(*)Enclosed spaces
(*)Sharks
(*)Being trapped for the rest of my life..

>> i AM your worst NIGHTMARE<<

everyone has BECOME my enemy ---->.)
I am quiet. I don't speak with most people for the sake of being social; I do it because I must. My interactions with my fans, of course, are one of the few joys I get in frivolous social interaction. I have a vivid imagination; I always have. If I'm doing anything besides speaking, I can let my imagination flourish, let my thoughts run wild. Speech has always been something that confines me. You could watch an interview if you don't believe me; if I am not comfortable in a situation, then I will give you minimalistic answers. I might do that anyways. When I am with people I care nothing for, I react with a certain sort of coldness. It isn't intentional unless the person I happen to be dealing with is Richard Bucci, but I can't quite help it. I'm not really built to engage complete strangers in some sort of social anything. I suppose that works for Direxa; I do nothing foolish for the public to see. I'm a pretty little singing doll do be done with as the company wishes. That's how I survive.

I don't like being caged. I was born somewhere that let me play, run around and enjoy life. I hate the fact that I bound myself into the one situation that I truly despise; everything I do is controlled. I've always been the sort of person who enjoyed freedom, even if I seemed to confine myself. I've always had quite a bit of self-control, and I preferred manners over running around like a neanderthal. It's why I don't like being on the streets that often, around the whores and drug users and the people who fell into habits that they surely want to break.

When I'm singing, my introverted personality doesn't matter. Singing is how I express myself. Even if it is someone else writing the lyrics, I can put my heart behind them. I am still alive simply so I can experience the feeling of seeing the crowd as I hit an impossibly high note. I love that feeling more than anything, and the fact that I get to do the one thing I am truly passionate about makes my situation a bit more bearable.

When I am among people I care about, such as my family or my friends, I have a different side entirely. I'm not cold or introverted; I enjoy making others happy. I'm content, knowing that I'm around people who care about me. I hate being alone, and I am miserable if I don't have someone I care about close by. It's one of the reasons why I've grown fond of the Writer's presence; he's constantly there, even if it is only to work on my next performance. It's the reason why I miss my family so much. I've never been a maternal person, not really, but I do find joy in looking after the people I love.

Once upon a time, I was a sweet, remarkable shy little girl. I still am shy, in a way, but I can speak up for myself, and I've lost too much of my childhood naivete over the years.

i'm gonna BLAME it on you ---->.)
I was born quite a ways away from New York City.

I lived in a small town in Maine, where I could look up at night and count the stars in the sky. My mother was an artist, and my father was a doctor, a rather accomplished surgeon, specializing in heart surgery. I'm not sure what kept my often-dazed mother and my firmly grounded father together other than me, or even what brought them together in the first place. I like to think it was their equal love of Shakespeare. Anyways.

I lived in Maine until I was about six. That was when Papa was offered a job at a hospital in Manhattan. It would pay better than his current job, and his commute would be far shorter. So, even though it meant he would spend less time with us, Papa moved all of us to the city at the center of the world. It was a tough transition for Mama; she was so used to the nature that she so loved to paint, and the dark, dirty city was hard for her to get used to. She managed, though; we all did.

I was painfully shy as a child, even moreso than I am today. So, when I was put in a new school with children who I didn't know, I had trouble making friends. I learned though; learned to make friends, learned to find people who would care enough to stay close to me. Even though I missed being able to see the stars, I was happy with where I was. I found my passion for music when I was barely thirteen, and Papa was happy to pay for piano and voice lessons for me. By the time I was nineteen, he said that I was going to be the brightest star of the city. It was at this point in my life that I met him. A man, several years older than I. He was different, different than anyone I'd ever met. I befriended him, and he was someone very dear to me for those few short years.

Papa was working directly with Direxa at that point in my life, and his patients were exclusively those who obtained loans on their organs from Direxa. He wanted me to meet his employer, Richard Bucci, to let him hear me sing. I suppose Papa thought that he could pull strings, make me famous. I wish he hadn't. I did eventually meet with the head of the Bucci Family, and I suppose he must have been impressed with me. My life was starting to become that of a fairytale, and it would have been perfect if I hadn't gotten sick.

Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis. The severity of my illness hit quickly.

Within three months, the tissue in my lungs was so deteriorated, I was barely getting enough oxygen to my blood. I was going to die, just barely turned twenty-two. Papa decided to once again turn to Direxa, this time to get a loan to finance an expensive double-lung transplant. It was a long process, doing tests to find a suitable match so nothing bad would happen when the surgery was done. Eventually, however, they found it. That time was hazy, but when I woke up, I could breathe normally, and I had scars I didn't particularly want. But I was alive.

I had to spend roughly two more months at the hospital, to make absolutely certain that there would be no complications whatsoever with my new lungs. I was never told what the cost for those lungs was, because Richard Bucci came to offer me a deal. My surgery was too expensive for me to pay, even though my father was wealthy due to his job. I was told to sing, sing for him, sing for Direxa. His daughter wasn't enough; he needed another face, a voice to connect to his company. And that voice was to be me. As far as I knew, I had no other options; I said yes.

It wasn't until later that I learned that my contract was signed with blood. If I didn't sing in the name of Direxa, then the lungs that I had been given would be repossessed. I was alive, but by signing that agreement, I had given up any freedom I might have had. Now I was just Direxa's pretty little songbird, trapped in a cage so everyone could hear me but I couldn't stretch my wings. I think that, if I didn't love singing so much, I would have already refused this contract, told them that I would rather give them those lungs back than be their marionette.

When I was released from the hospital, I immediately went home for a very short amount of time. I wanted to see my dearest friend, to tell him what had happened. However, he was gone. Someone told me that he had left, and I think something in me broke when I heard that. I was to sing my heart out for something I was rapidly coming to despise, and one of the most important people in my life was gone.

I went back to Direxa. I was given a lavish apartment, expensive clothing and jewelry, a group of people at my beck and call. Fame, fortune..I had everything I'd wanted, no one to share it with, and no freedom whatsoever. My mother died less than a year after my first performance, and my father retired back to his own private practice in Maine. He writes occasionally, but I don't see him face to face anymore. After all, I truly am the brightest start in the city. I've learned how to survive on my own, how to speak to the people who keep me in my cage with as much contempt as possible without getting myself killed. I despise this web of deceit I'm a part of, and I make sure that the Bucci family knows it.

I keep my own sense of humanity in the insane world I live in by trying to interact with my fans in any way possible. I've made friends of sort, mainly in the people who prepare me for performances, such as the man who writes the songs I sing. I watch the petty arguments of Bucci's children, watch as people let themselves be cut up for the sake of fashion. Surgery is no longer a necessity; it is a frivolity, one that people who can't afford it indulge in, and where am I? I'm endorsing it all.

My patience with this cage is wearing thin. I think I might try to fly away soon, consequences aside. I'm not afraid to die anymore; I'll miss singing, but I miss being my own person even more. I've grown fond of the people around me who are not blood-related to Richard Bucci; my stylists, the man who writes the songs I sing...

Bucci told me a few months ago that he's dying. My fate is to be left up to whoever inherits his company. I don't believe I can wait that long.

>> NOW SCREAM<<

beauty in the PAIN ---->.)
My HEART won't stop BLEEDING

sing LOUD and clear ---->.)
Kerli - Love is Dead
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C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

Fare thee well, little broken heart
Downcast eyes, lifetime loneliness
Whatever walks in my heart will walk alone
Constant longing for the perfect soul
Unwashed scenery forever gone
No love left in me
No eyes to see the heaven beside me
My time is yet to come
So I'll be forever yours

if i leave here t o m o r r o w
Shira Vogel"Ophelia"
w i l l y o u s t i l l R E M E M B E R m e ?

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HOW HIGH CAN YOU F L Y
WITH BROKEN W I N G S ?

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I should be ashamed of this
I'm not
Cause I have tasted grapes
This smile, don't look
It's my BAIT, my words, the HOOK

Fien Rhy Mitore
I can't believe that you would ever TRUST me

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These ACTS of IMMORTALITY....

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Say Hello To
Mr. Pianist
Vincent // Dorian // Rousseau
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Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

The Basics

Some Call Me // Vince
Send Me a Present On // January 15th
My Cake Will Say // Twenty-four
The Doctor Declared Me A // Male
I’m Perfectly // six-foot-one
They Define Me // A scar running from his right hip to his knee.
I Dream About // Once upon a time, his dream was to become a world-famous pianist. Now it's simply to settle down somewhere.
They Own My Heart // Ms. Record Producer
Pulling The Strings // C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

Under The Mask

A Monologue From Me // History
Inner Workings //
• Calm
• Polite
• Patient
• Kind
• Quiet
I Enjoy //
+ Piano
+ Chess
+ Tea
+ Cars
+ More
I Detest //
- Coffee
- Sweets
- Loud Noises
- Crowds
- Needles
I Have Nightmares About //
X Enclosed spaces
X Being Alone
X Going Deaf
I Treasure // A crystal chess set his mother gave him.
My Elevator Music // Kane -- -- Rain Down on Me

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

|||V i n c e n t D o r i a n R o u s s e a u|||

If only for a day,
Oh if only for one night,
I could tell you
This is everything that I have ever lived for,
But I'd be giving it all away.
So look into these eyes,
And tell me how you feel.
All my days of misery
Someone could have taken them from me.

..So let it ALL

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RAIN down on me....

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XXFienXRhyXMitoreXX
"Truth and roses have thorns about them." -- Henry David Thoreau
"Our torments also may, in length of time, become our elements." -- John Milton

>> i AM your SUGAR<<

i don't WANT to be a legend ---->.)
If I am to give someone a name, I go by Rhy.



i'm older than you'll EVER be ---->.)
I am one of those wise ones of the forest - an ELF

i've been DEAD a thousand years ---->.)
I am a member of the Unseelie Court, although I once belonged to the Seelie. That was a long, long time ago...

i fall in LOVE for a night ---->.)
I see no difference between sexes if they can manage to capture my interest. I am ashamed to say that I was wholly infatuated with my king when I was a member of the Seelie Court. Truthfully, that was the reason I was sent away.

>> i AM your CREAM<<

and candy SWEET faces ---->.)
Height-- 6'5
Weight-- 170lbs
Hair-- My hair is long and silver-white....it blends rather well with my eyes.
Eye Color-- Pale silver
Things to Note-- I was treated with the same regards as a brand new plaything when I arrived at the Unseelie Court. I have many small scars, mostly on my torso, from my encounters with those who bore me ill will.

>>.OBSESSION
||+|| Poetry
||+|| Trees
||+|| The sea
||+|| Music
||+|| Quiet places
||+|| Birds
||+|| Rain

>>.REJECTION
||-|| Ironside
||-|| The Unseelie Court
||-|| Apples
||-|| Blood
||-|| Iron
||-|| Snow

>>.QUAKING
||x||Being Abandoned
||x|| Remaining Trapped

>> i AM your worst NIGHTMARE<<

everyone has BECOME my enemy ---->.)
I am lost.

Someone once told me that I was like the snow. I assume that was his eloquent way of telling me that I am cold. Though many consider my race to be the wise, peace-seeking people of the forest, and I am similar to a degree, I no longer have the peaceful air about me that so many of my race carry. I was that way a long time ago, but my heart has been hardened. I have been tainted by my years in the Unseelie Court, and my coldness is a means of protecting myself. Compassion is an unnecessary luxury in my role as a knight, so I remain as harsh as possible. I like to fool myself, pretend I don't care. I suppose, after a time, I really did stop caring what happened to the fey who the Unseelie Court so enjoyed making an example of. The only thing I have in common with my race now is the grace and the strength that shapes us.

Perhaps, due to my being raised to become a knight, a sort of reservation has been bred into me. I am not like the pixies or the trolls, full of coarse vulgarity and unnecessary mischief. I do not speak to anyone informally; this does not mean that I do not insult people. I happen to do that quite well, but even in that, I use very formal speech. I am polite in the face of my superiors, but only two beings can truly be considered superior in my eyes. Many say that elves are wise with their words, and I am no different; I understand the power of words.

I am distant with others, preferring to keep my own company.I have no desire to engage in the games of the Unseelie court, and I won't unless my Queen asks it of me. If she does, I will do it, with reluctance. I find no enjoyment in what I do at her whim, but I do it nonetheless.

I do not lose my temper. It simply...doesn't happen. Even if it is superficial, that calmness is a trait that all of my race has to some extent. It is part of who I am, and it is difficult to make my anger boil over. Many have tried. If I am to fight, I am always calm and calculating. An opponent who is blinded by rage is an easy target, and I prefer to avoid making myself such a target. I have lived for many years, and I have seen many things that some of the younger fey have yet to understand. Because of that, I rather dislike it when those younger fey deem it appropriate to doubt my wisdom. However, for all of my intelligence, there are things that confuse me still. I don't understand how the minds of Ironsiders work, how they can be terrified one moment and be clinging to their last shreds of dignity with indignant anger the next. Although I sometimes believe that understanding others is a simple task for me, it isn't. The workings of the mind and the heart are things that often elude me when I attempt to understand someone.

i'm gonna BLAME it on you ---->.)
Where might I begin. My life is a long one, and there are few instances in it worth explaining.

I was born for an existence as a knight of the Seelie Court. When I was still young, I was trained in every manner of warfare, although we never believed we'd have to go to war. No, I was trained for such things in the hopes that I would become one of our king's greatest protectors. Besides the arts of battle, I was to learn everything I could, about our world and the world of the humans. Knowledge is something I acquired through the years, and after several years, I was ready to enter the service of the King. I was still young, younger than many of the knights, but I grew stronger, wiser, and more capable through the years.

Or, at least, so I thought.

Over the years, where I was one of the protectors of the Seelie Court, I grew accustomed to my position. In the process, unfortunately, I grew rather attached to my king. He was our ruler yes, and I was utterly devoted to serving him, but it was a bit different. Something..no..everything about him had me infatuated. Many humans fall hopelessly in love with fey such as us, for no other reason than our beauty. That is simply the way of things. However, for me to be so easily seduced..it would almost be shameful. Perhaps, if I had not been so infatuated with him, I would still be among my brethren in the Seelie Court.

One day, a messenger from the Unseelie Court came, stating that the queen requested an audience with our King. The two rulers and their advisers came to an agreement. A truce, to appease the desire of some for peace. Part of that agreement, I learned later, was that one of his knights would be sent to the Unseelie court as a show of good faith, and a knight of hers would be sent to the Seelie Court. We had no idea who would be sent away. The knight before the trade was to be made, I miscalculated, and made a grave mistake. I requested a private audience with the king.

In the only way I knew how, I confessed my infatuation. I asked for a quest, to prove my worth in his eyes. He had no right to refuse my request, so he granted my wish. He told me to go, go to the Unseelie Court and serve as a knight. When my service was over, I could return to my place at his side. It was a kinder quest than many would have been given, but I knew what it meant. The Queen was immortal, and as long as she was alive, I would be in her service. I would never see my home again.

When I was sent to the Unseelie Court, my presence was turned into a game. I was a plaything, to be used at the whims of the court. It took quite some time before I actually managed to settle into my role as a knight. With little choice in what I could do, I hardened my heart, put myself into a role where I forcibly cared nothing for those who were used in the amusement of the court. After all, in a place bred in cruelty, compassion was not available for the gentry.

Over the years, I watched as the agreement that put me here crumbled. I had long since overcome my ridiculous infatuation. The prospect of being freed from my position as a knight of the Unseelie Court left one thing for me. Home. I longed for my home, even though I knew that I would probably never belong there again. It has been too long, and I have been tainted by this place that revels in the suffering of others. I would most likely defile the sanctity of my old home. Yet I cannot exile myself in the hopes that I would be at peace. No, I will remain, I will stay at the side of my queen, and if the need arises, I suppose I will throw my life away for the cold-hearted woman who can control me without even knowing my true name.

>> NOW SCREAM<<

beauty in the PAIN ---->.)
The MOON is still ASLEEP

sing LOUD and clear ---->.)
The Cruxshadows -- -- Winterborn
lyricsgivemylifeforlovesong

C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

XXTerrenceXVeronicaXBertrandXX
"Life is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine." -- -- Henry Miller
"Don't compromise yourself. You're all you've got." -- -- Janis Joplin

>> i AM your SUGAR<<

i don't WANT to be a legend ---->.)
Please, for the love of God Almighty, call me Terri. I hate my first name, and my middle name. Terrence is a boy's name, for Christ's sake!



i'm older than you'll EVER be ---->.)
Twenty-one..I'm much too old to have to believe in this Faery bullshit.

i've been DEAD a thousand years ---->.)
October 31st. Cliche, right?

i fall in LOVE for a night ---->.)
Pansexual; As long as it looks like sex on legs, I probably won't care.

>> i AM your CREAM<<

and candy SWEET faces ---->.)
Height-- five-foot-nine
Weight-- one hundred forty pounds
Hair-- My hair is black, long, and on the thick side. I have bangs as well, and my hair is ridiculously straight and soft considering how little I do to take care of it.
Eye Color-- Emerald green
Things to Note-- I have a tattoo of a dragon snaking over my entire right leg. The tip of the tail starts at the arch of my foot, and it weaves around until you get to the head, which is against my right hip. It was expensive as s**t. Besides that, I also have each of my ears pierced several times, and I keep a stud in the side of my ear. I'm a little paranoid, so all of these are made of steel. They wouldn't help much if some fey was that intent on ripping my eyes out of my head, but hey, it makes me feel better.

>>.OBSESSION
Mechanics
Pretty Boys
Pretty Girls
Cigarettes
Silver
Coffee
Alcohol
Dancing
Muscle cars
Platform boots
Electric guitars

>>.REJECTION
Faery
My father.
Rain
Idiots
The second sight
High places
Horses
Sweet food
The ocean

>>.QUAKING
Blood
Being blinded
Small spaces
Drowning

>> i AM your worst NIGHTMARE<<

everyone has BECOME my enemy ---->.)

I'm not well-mannered. I've been a strange sort of tomboy for most of my life, and my mother was too worried about keeping me safe to care much if I was polite about absolutely everything. So, although I can be polite and sweet and all that crap when I feel like it, I'm usually not. I say please and thanks when I want something, and I sit up straight at the table. What more do you people want from me? I'm a bit on the sarcastic side, and biting comments are my thing. I honestly don't give a s**t about people's feelings half the time, unless they're little kids. After a certain point, you should be able to hear something without getting your undies in a twist about every little ******** thing that comes out of someone's mouth. I absolutely hate stupid questions, and they don't deserve intelligent answers. Well, not from me, at least.

I see the glass as half-empty. If something bad happens, I cannot 'look on the bright side', because that bright side isn't going to come immediately. I have wallowed in self-doubt before, and if I do something wrong, I can't immediately see what I can do to fix it. I'm a bit of a cynic, and I'm jaded in my views of the world. It's hard to see my surroundings without being apprehensive about what exactly I'm looking at. I don't want to end up like my Mom, paranoid about everything, but I also don't want to end up with some brutish fey yanking my eyes right out of my head. I've always been a bit of a practical person, although I have my weaknesses. Cars are a big one, and anyone who knows me knows that. Still, could you resist it if someone offered you an expensive, near-vintage muscle car if all you had to do was get it running again? Particularly if the body was in absolutely ******** great condition..ah, I'm getting off subject, aren't I? When there's something I like, I'll go on about it to anyone who will listen for a while until I'm told to shut the hell up. It's a nasty little habit, I guess.

I'm not a wimp. I've spent my entire life looking out for myself, and I can't exactly spend all day twisting my arms into weird positions so I can reach that one important bolt to tighten it. I'm strong, and I don't take crap from anybody. It isn't like I go looking for fights, but I know how to stand up for myself and I am very much willing to do it. My friends used to say I was gritty, always really coarse and stubborn. I -am- stubborn. I've got a mile-wide independant streak. If people try to make me do things I don't want to do, they'll get to see me get mad. I have a short temper, and if we're talking about something I can't stand, it isn't hard to set me off. That's just how I am. I can be overprotective with people I care about, and I tend to be more of a maim first, ask questions later kind of person when it comes to someone hurting a person I care about.

I'm not someone to be trifled with, even if I am just a human.

i'm gonna BLAME it on you ---->.)
The first thing you should note that, while my parents were generally well meaning, they were a few nickels short of a dime. My mother's gut told me that she was going to have a boy, so she begged my father until he agreed to let her pick the name. What sane woman would LIKE the name Terrence, I'll never know. But my father was completely devoted to her and whatever she wanted..a real doormat, that one. Anyways, when I came out kicking and screaming, she still got away with that name..only it was for a daughter instead. Yeaah, by the time I could talk, my dad was calling me Terri until I felt that was my real name. Anyways, that's not important. Before I get into my childhood, lets talk a bit about my mother..besides her shitty taste in baby names.

See, my mother had what fey like to call the Second Sight. This meant that she could see them for what they are. All of that magic, 'glamour' bullshit didn't fool her at all. She mistakenly revealed that ability, and one of those..things blinded her, when she was just a teenager. She probably hoped that her ability was something that only she would have, but we were not so fortunate. She became very protective of me when I was still a kid, when I asked her about a strange girl I saw, with green hair and long ears. She told me that if I saw things like that, I was never, EVER to talk about them. I didn't learn why until later.

I grew up as a moderately normal child. My dad's second love was the sea; he used to be in the Navy, and we lived near the docks in my hometown, so he owned a boat. He taught me what he knew, and though I soaked up that information like a sponge, I was less interested in steering the boat and more interested in knowing how the engine worked. I think he was a bit disappointed that I decided to interest myself in mechanics instead of the sea, but I couldn't quite help it. The humming of the engine, getting covered in grease..I loved all of it. My mother was thrilled. She hated the ocean, but I think that's because of the mermaids and she didn't trust anything that we heard of in fairytales. She knew first-hand that they weren't as sweet as everyone thought.

I guess she'd still be around if my dad had appreciated her hatred of the water.

The summer before I turned eighteen, Dad convinced her to come out with us on his boat. "There's high railing," he said, "And we're going to stop the engine so we can fish. It won't move at all." Bull ******** s**t. He sweet-talked her into it, though, and she finally relented. It was going to be a nice family trip, the last one before I was supposed to head off to college. We wouldn't even go far away from shore. He didn't take enough precautions, or he was just too stupid about what his wife had gone through in her life, but he lost my mom that day. When we were out there, he noticed something..no..someone, underwater. I have my suspicions as to what it was, but he wasn't as knowledgeable as my mother and I about such things, so he assumed someone was drowning. Mom insisted that no, it wasn't someone drowning, but Dad was an idiot so he was fixing to jump in after a mermaid who'd probably drag him down to the depths for shits and giggles. I don't even know why one was that close to us, but it doesn't matter now. Anyways, she tried to get him to stay on the boat, and he wouldn't listen. She was trying so hard to get him to stay on the boat, that she lost her footing, and wound up slipping right over the railing herself. Dad dived in after her, but it was too late. She and that..thing were both gone.

I went to the city for college, and I decided while I was gone that I pretty much hated my dad. I wasn't in a rebellious mood, per say, but I was angry. I loved my mother, but because Dad was a ******** idiot who didn't listen, she was gone. It was -his- fault. Because of that, I didn't go back to my hometown for a couple of years. I was twenty, and I'd worked my a** off. I alternated between going to college and working to get a license in mechanics. The degree behind it would just make it more appealing. I was underneath the hood of some rich p***k's Saab when my dad called me. He wanted me to come home. I refused, initially, until he gave me a reason. He told me that he'd bought a 1970 Plymouth Barracuda, but it was broken down and he couldn't fix it. It wasn't that, or the fact that he missed me that made me agree. Rather, it was the fact that he told me that if I could get the car running, he'd give it to me since I could work my way around a stick-shift more easily than him.

I guess he still knew me well.

I had been getting more stressed out in the city, lately. I'd stopped staying away from anywhere with trees, because I couldn't go without seeing faeries, and I'll be damned if I didn't hate those things. So, I went home, fixed up my dream car, and then got a job at a repair shop when I explained in great detail to some middle-aged grease monkey how I fixed up my car. I personally cannot stand my father anymore, so I stay at the shop as often as I can. I don't think he's stopped drinking since I left, so that house that used to smell like lavender and freesia now smells like bourbon and old cigarette butts.

I'll clean it up eventually, but right now, I have a bad feeling. I have noticed the fey around town..they've always been there, but they seem to be more obvious now. It worries me. Mom always talked about how there were courts and all that crap, and how they pretty much hated each other's guts.

Maybe I should move back to the city.

>> NOW SCREAM<<

beauty in the PAIN ---->.)
The SITUATIONS are IRRELEVANT now

sing LOUD and clear ---->.)
Queens of the Stone Age -- -- Threes and Sevens
songYOU'REDAMAGECONTROLlyrics

C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

I wrapped you inside my coat
When they came to fire upon the house
I didnt feel pain
Cause no one can touch me
now that I'm held in your S M I L E
Sell me a car that goes
Sell me a house that stands
Oh, I never cared before

☆═━┈terrence TERRI bertrand┈━═☆
A BEAUTIFUL GIRL CAN TURN YOUR WORLD INTO DOUBT

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I stood in front of her face
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[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

Y O U T O L D M E

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I have nothing to lose....

w i l l y o u s a v e m y W I C K E D s o u l ?
Fien Rhy Mitore





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R E D E M P T I O N . . .

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

XXElenielXIthilwenXVanimaistaXX
"The best thing in every noble dream is the dreamer..." -- -- Moncure Conway
"Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear." -- -- William Shakespeare

>> i AM your SUGAR<<

i don't WANT to be a legend ---->.)
If it pleases you, I am content to simply be called Eleniel.



i'm older than you'll EVER be ---->.)
I am an elf, a lady of the forest.

i've been DEAD a thousand years ---->.)
I am a handmaiden of the Seelie Court. My duty is to serve His Majesty in whatever way possible. I am what would be considered an 'oracle'; I divine the future through various means, and that is probably the only truest role I play within my court.

i fall in LOVE for a night ---->.)
Is there a purpose in seeking romance? My sole duty is to serve my King; I have no need to spend my days seeking comfort in the arms of another. If I am meant to fall in love, then boundaries such as race and sex matter very little.

>> i AM your CREAM<<

and candy SWEET faces ---->.)
Height-- 5'10
Weight-- 140lbs
Hair-- My hair is pale gold, and exceedingly long. It usually hangs free, unless one of my sisters decides to weave flowers into my tresses.
Eye Color-- I, like so many of my kin, was graced with blue eyes, although mine are tinged with a bit of stormy gray.
Things to Note-- I have no scars or tattoos. There are no marks on the expanse of my body to speak of my past, and I would much prefer to keep it that way.

>>.OBSESSION
F lowers
W ater
S inging
S eelie Court
R eading
T rees
S tars
K nowledge
D ivination


>>.REJECTION
F ire
B lood
I ron
H umans
I ronside
L oud noises

>>.QUAKING
F ire
S olitary fey
I ronside
S eeing Death

>> i AM your worst NIGHTMARE<<

everyone has BECOME my enemy ---->.)
I spent much of my youth being looked after, raised to be a fair lady. As such, I am somewhat sheltered; if not for the many years I have lived, I would most likely border on naive. I know the way my world works. Even in my court, there are not as many kind, benevolent creatures as one would hope. The respect they have for our king is absolute, and they would follow him to the end...but they would wish to see the annihilation of the Unseelie Court as well. Though I am afraid of the cruelty and malice in that place, I would prefer to see the truce maintained, agreements made to keep both sides at peace. Those of my court who would wish war are arrogant; they believe that we cannot be killed just as easily as the Unseelie fey, though our losses throughout the ages speak otherwise. It is a sort of arrogance that too many years of uneasy peace has given us, and I see no point to it. If war is to come, then we should not be the ones to initiate it.

By nature, I am a peaceful creature. While some of my sisters, when they are free from their duties to the king, enjoy going and watching His Majesty's soldiers and knights sparring, I prefer to sit in the solitude of my chambers and reflect. It is not uncommon to find me somewhere, deep in thought about a dream someone has brought to my attention. Those who do not wish to appear before the king with their questions seek my counsel; perhaps because they are afraid that what they want is something that the king would deem as insignificant in the face of larger problems. It is a rather silly fear, but I will listen to them without complaint. I have been told that I see to the people within the Seelie Court with an almost maternal sort of indulgence, but I cannot help it. I love my home, and the people within it. I live to benefit my people, and that is the simple truth of the matter.

I am not one to behave with rudeness towards others, even my enemies. In the company of my court, I do not speak casually to many; I address each and every one of His Majesty's highest-ranking knights as 'My Lord', regardless of how familiar they are to me. Even in the privacy away from the court, I am softspoken and reserved. It takes quite a bit to make me cry out in anger against anything, even an injustice served against someone else. I know my role, and to stand up against my superiors is not one of them. I am not the sort of person who tries to bend her duties, to gain more power or more recognition. I am content in my role, and I see no point in trying to reach higher. In what way could I reach higher? To find my way into the arms of one of His Majesty's noble knights? No...I am solely devoted to serving my king as a handmaiden, and as a sort of oracle.

I have the gift of foresight. My race is attentive, more than many of the species of fey, but mine is a rare ability. I have within me the means to divine the future. It is an uncertain art, but it is one of the truest reasons as to why I am kept close to the King and his knights. I answer to no one but the king when it comes to giving a clear depiction of what I have seen, but I have been known to speak of it to his knights if they ask me and I am in the mood to tell them. If there is something that is resting heavily in my heart, I do not seek counsel from the king. Rather, I look to the stars for guidance, or I meditate upon reflections in the water, broken by a single stone.

I am not a fickle creature, and my loyalty is not an easy thing to win. There is nothing that can break the oaths I have sworn to my court, and I would cut out my own tongue before I betrayed my king. I am steadfast in my duties, and if His Majesty wishes something of me, I will adhere to his wishes as best I can. I am patient, and it is difficult for most to get under my skin. I am known to be the cause of contempt for some who find my eternally placid personality irritating, but that is my nature, and there is no changing it.

i'm gonna BLAME it on you ---->.)
What would you wish to learn of my past? I have lived a very long time, and so much of it has been spent in the service of my Court.

I was born a long time ago; a 'gift from the forest', my parents used to say. They were as commonplace as one could imagine of two elves; beautiful and intelligent, yes, but they had no status in the Seelie Court. Even so, that was not necessary for them to raise me. When I was young, my mother taught me the meanings of each and every flower that grew, and she told me the names of the stars in the sky. I was fascinated by the meaning of everything even at a young age, even though we had not yet learned of my..'gift.' My mother was a remarkably intuitive woman. When I was still young, in an age that was similar to the human notion of 'teenage years', my mother tested me...perhaps merely as a game. I know not, but I went along with it. She had my close my eyes, and she laid out five plants around me. I was told to choose a direction, and that perhaps the plant I chose would reveal a path to me.

When I reached to my right, the plant I grasped was holly..a flower of foresight. That same night, I looked to the stars with that plant in my hands, and saw something I did not expect. Before I went to sleep, I told my father 'goodbye' rather than goodnight. My mother questioned me about that, but I wouldn't tell her. However, a few days afterwards, he was struck down in a conflict with the solitary fey. My mother grieved his passing, but she was moreso confused by the fact that I had known. For that matter, so was I.

She decided to take me before the king. It was not as though she was afraid of my 'gift'. No, my mother was, if anything, a wise woman. She knew that I could be useful to the court. A plethora of events were set into motion, eventually leading up to, after many years, my drifting into the role of handmaiden. I would serve the king in whatever way he required of me, and I was content with that. Over the years leading up to my ascension into that position, I was told only one thing. I was only to serve the king. To become infatuated with him, or his knights, or any of the court would be fatal. My gift was to be used for the good of the court.

I have spent many a year in the service of our king, and I expect that shall not ever change. But fate is a river, always flowing, never allowing stillness within its waters. Perhaps Fate has something else in plan for me. I suppose I will learn in due time.

>> NOW SCREAM<<

beauty in the PAIN ---->.)
A LIGHT on the WATER

sing LOUD and clear ---->.)
Enya -- -- China Roses
songCOVERUPWITHASMILElyrics

C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

when the night is overcome
d a r k n e s s h a s c o me
Eleniel Ithilwen Vanimaista
d a r k n e s s h a s f a l l e n
you may rise to find the sun

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh, how far you are from home . . .

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Mornië utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornië alantië
A P R O M I S E lives within you now. . .