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Well, congratulations! You are the first person to ever ask me about myself, ********. I was born in England, specifically, Birmingham, England. A quaint little place in the middle of a cloudy, rainy paradise. My father, Darian Joseph Dirial, was a man working on the moors of England, toting people back and forth, maybe even taking them out for a little fishing now and then. My mother, Renia Ala Martinez, was a thriving business woman, traveling was her main passion in life. She was in England for a business trip, taking over some company or perhaps negotiating with them for something her company needed. Point is, when it came time to go to the meeting, my mother had to ride a ferry across the moor in which my father worked — needless to say, he was the ferryman. It was like destiny — it was like love. No, scratch that, it was love. The meeting was canceled, traded instead for a night or fiery heat and burning ardor. The funny thing is that either they were too caught up in their passion to think about or maybe they forgot about bringing one key item along — a condom. In result, their sex cells combined and I was conceived. I am a child of a Spanish mother and an English father — so yes, I speak Spanish and do so fluently and often. I also have this slight British accent, some people like to mock me and laugh at me — I am very sensitive about it. Anyway, I have a brother, a year younger, and he's already settled down — or so he thought.

At one point, my mother toted both my father and I back to the United States, good bye cloudy paradise, hello sunny U.S.A. It was sufficient to say I was not happy. It turns out I had cousins in the U.S.A. so we moved closer to them. At that point, I was sixteen. Harsh, no? Having to start high school again in a new, strange place, and I was tired of being who I was. That's when the lying began, I was constantly saying things like, "my dog died," to get out of projects and homework, or maybe, "I once went to fifteen concerts in one night!" complete with ticket stubs and all. With money, you really can do practically anything. After a while though, the kids began to see through my lies and all of a sudden, I became an outcast — hated by all for my falsehoods. A year later, my mother got cancer. Leukemia, they told us. My father, brother and I went through months of pain and denial. She died, taking the joy from my father with her. When I went to school saying that my mother died though, nobody believed me and I ended up having to lie some more. Surprisingly, my brother and I finished high school,more or less intact and we both started to go to collage. I was going to Harvard, while he was going to Yale. He invited me over to his house when I turned 21 and he was 20. I went, turned out he was married — already! Too bad she was a total b***h. Just like a penny, two-faced and worthless she was just using him for our parents money, I decided to do my brother a favor — break them up. I know, it sounds horrible, but I had to. I said she was cheating on him, complete with photoshoped pictures, fake videotapes and some practice, he believed it. That is, until that a*****e disrespected me. I had it, we began to fight and somehow... I'm not sure, but I told him the truth. I was pretty sure my parents had been looking away from my lying, until this little incident. They all told me I had a problem, my brother isn't speaking to me and nobody believes me anymore! Doesn't that sound horrid? Oh bloody hell, I was dumped in this place and I have no idea what to do.

Hey, my name is Adriel and I am a mythomaniac, thanks for asking.

Jeez, How much do you want to know? Well, you can call me a sarcastic cynicist — but that might be sugar-coating things. I'm a pretty down-to-earth girl, but needless to say, my rose-tinted glasses have long ago broken. After my mother died, well, I've just been an empty shell, going through the daily-motions of life without any enthusiasm. The small comfort I take is in lying, pretending I'm happy and okay with my life. The side-effect through is looking at everything with a steely, gray edge that makes me quite rude and snappy — a b***h sometimes if you get on my nerves. Most of the time though, I'm pretty shy, quiet and easily flustered — unless you do something to piss me off. Then I will get back at you anyway I can — I hold a grudge, and when dealing with grudges, lying can be the most powerful weapon and I have a razor-sharp tongue for bringing up shameful secrets.

My nicer side is easier to get along with, I'm pretty withdrawn and my smiles are hard to tease out. Laughing is my favorite thing to do, but not many people can make me laugh. I blush easily, especially around guys and they get me tongue-tied and mind-rattled. Sometimes I say things I don't mean, but I'm always quick with an apology. If you're on my nice side and earn some brownie points, I'm nice and sweet. Always taking care of those I love, and will always try to do what's best for them when they're too blind to do it themselves.

You know, you are really nosy. Anything else? Hmm... Well, I have one hell of a sweet tooth. Any kind of candy you want to give me I will probably accept. I adore music, any kind except country, opera and rap. Those three genres just grate on my last nerve! I have a knack for spinning what people say into things they don't mean, twisting and turning their words until I get a meaning that I like. I love romance movies and romance novels, though I do not believe that love will ever happen to me, I still like the concept of devoting yourself entirely to one person with all your heart and soul. I adore animals and will do anything for them, I am a vegetarian. Eating things that once thrived, lived, breathed and shared our world just doesn't do it for me, thanks. The one animal I can't be around is cats, sadly, I'm allergic to them. I hate guavas, bananas and Pepsi — they all taste like nothing to me, and eating things that taste like nothing grosses me out. I hate arrogant people, the ones who think they are better than you. They piss me off. I am currently 21 and I am straight as a ruler, I only like the guys thank you.

I'll let you in on a little secret — I actually hate my lying, but I can't stop. I feel dead without it and it gives my life a bit of spark. Isn't that sad? I suffer from chronic insomnia, so instead, I spend my nights crying. I hate what I have become, but I just can't transform into something else. Isn't self-pity such a wonderful thing?

"ωнαт ωє нανє тσ ∂σ, ωнαт αт αηу яαтє ιт ιѕ συя ∂υту тσ ∂σ, ιѕ тσ яєνινє тнє σℓ∂ αят σƒ ℓуιηg.”

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So what if you can s e e the d a r k e s t side of me?
No one will ever c h a n g e this >>ANIMAL<< I have [ become ]
Help me !BELIEVE! it's not the r e a l me
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[********] A man's angry tenor voice broke through he empty silence of a dark room. The walls were covered with strange devices — a tool with a handle and and corkscrew at the end, guns by the hundreds, but each with rounds that glowed a bright blue, — UV bullets, number one helper when killing vampires — vials filled with a pale green liquid — acid, burner of skin, even tough vampire skin — and even a few crosses — just to be safe by covering every approach. In the middle of it all stood a young man with long black hair, his steely gray eyes glimmering with a thick layer of anger, and his full lips contorted into a frightening scowl. Thick, elongated canines triple the size of a normal human's reached just past his lower and upper lip, giving him a feral look — one that accompanied with his furious eyes looked like he could have a nasty case of rabies. Running a hand through his straight hair, the youth hit the nearby wall with his free hand, making the torture instruments rattle and shake on the pale gray wall. "What the ******** do you mean we're out of steel stakes and wooden daggers? How am I supposed to go to The Beast unarmed?! I could become a Vampire refrigerator out there!" the young man waved his arms angrily as he shouted at another man, older, but still young. The young man continued his furious rant, stomping around the small space. The older man leaned against a free space on the wall, his broad shoulders tense as his black eyes followed the young man's pacing. "Calm down Altair, take the UV guns," the older man's voice was much more serene and calm, deepened and slightly rough. It matched his sun-worn skin, tanned by the ages. Altair spun on his heel and glared at the older man, a scathing look capable of alighting a piece of paper. "You know I can't take the guns Zephyr! They're too bulky and they draw attention!" his steel eyes slid to a digital clock on on of the counters next to the walls. "And it's already 7:00 PM! I need to hurry and grab something!" Altair resumed his nervous pacing. Zephyr sighed and placed a hand on the youth's shoulder, stopping him mid-step. "Go get ready, I'll have something for you when you come back," Altair took a deep breath and nodded, best to trust the more experienced pack member during those type of situations.

Slowly, his canines withdrew, shrinking into a normal human's. The scowl though, remained stubbornly in place. He was nervous, no that was more than an understatement. He was way past nervous, and jittery and jumpy and whatever synonym you could think of. His gray eyes shone as he climbed the stairs, heading up to his room from the underground floor took a lot of endurance. He had to climb fourteen sets of stairs, they lived in a mansion — courtesy of Zephyr. "They" were the pack, twenty members, Zephyr being the Alpha — another reason why he should trust the older man. Running a hand through his hair once more, he reached the second floor where a couple of the pack members lounged around on the pale beige sofas, their long limbs hanging off the edges. Altair suppressed a scoff and continue his climb up to his room. The climb was long and seemingly never-ending, even to Altair. His breath was starting to come in ragged pants.

As Altair went up the flights of stairs, his eyes kept catching the glow of the full, ghostly moon. He could feel the power of his wolf blood course through his blood — hot as boiled water. He was a Lycan, he had been for the past seventy years. Though nowadays, people called his kind "Werewolves." Altair preferred to stick with the older dialect when referring to him and his kin. Altair had been bitten seventy years ago, by a rogue. No pack, no one to help her through the change, she went to Altair. In fact, she had been a close friend of his — her name had been Derora, they had actually grown up together. Somehow, somewhere, a Lycan managed to bite her. She went to Altair, asking for his help, but it was too much for her to control. She lost herself under the call of the full moon and bit him. Trying to escape, she ran from his house and got killed by the neighboring people — not caring that she was one of the residents. Altair had been frightened, bitten but not dead, he concealed his bite and searched frantically for a pack while the next moon appeared. He was lucky. He found one a day before, they helped him through his change and kept him ever since. After about half a century, he learned to control his changing — he could now change at will. Though his blood still boiled when the mistress moon came into full view. His skin itched and his jitters became more pronounced. Sighing, he finally reached his room and opened the door, throwing himself on his bed for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath. Though blessed with a higher stamina than a human, climbing fourteen flights of stairs made up of thirty stairs each would tire anyone — it could possibly even kill a human.

After a few minutes, he composed himself and started to get ready. Walking over to the bathroom, he turned on the shower and shed his clothes, made up of a ragged black tee-shirt and gray jeans, he waited for the water to get hot in his boxers. Once the water was producing a satisfying amount of steam, he took off his underwear too and stepped into the hot water. The liquid scalded his bare skin, but it was a sense of comfort of Altair — his outside was being burned the same way his insides were. He took a long shower, letting the hot water run over him. Twenty minutes later, he stepped out and began getting dressed. Walking into his bedroom and drying himself at the same time, he made his way to his closet and picked out a clean T-shirt, the band logo for "My Chemical Romance" splayed across the front in pale sienna letters, skulls adorning spots on the shirt. He slipped it on, putting on clean underwear too, he picked out a clean pair of black jeans. Getting those on too, he walked over to the bathroom again. Drying his hair with a towel and turning on his straightener. Half an hour later, it was 7:50 and he was dry, clean and ready to go to The Beast.

Running down the stairs was much faster than walking up them, Altair was downstairs in less than ten minutes and he stared at the Alpha male impatiently, awaiting his weapon for self-protection — maybe a little hunting on the way wouldn't kill him. Zephyr turned and gave Altair something that looked like a cross between a stake and a dagger, pointed and sharp, Altair took it by it's blood-red handle. Giving the Alpha a confused look, Zephyr gave him a kind smile. "It's alright, take it. They way you use it is that you can stab the Vampire's chest like a stake and slip it out, immediately decapitating it after impaling it. Do not hesitate, for one thing or the other does not rid ourselves of the bloodsucker — take care to not waste a moment between striking the leech," Altair nodded and Zephyr gave him a type of sheath to place the weapon in. Altair slid it in and stuck it in his pocket, pulling his shirt down to conceal the handle sticking out rather brightly. Zephyr gave him a farewell nod as Altair headed back up to the ground level, a less tiring trek. As he walked out the front door, Altair got a rush — one he knew that was not causing by the eerie light being cast on him by his calling mistress. Something was coming, he was not sure what, but it was.

The Beast was in walking distance from his haven, he walked at an even pace without breaking his stride. He arrived at the club at precisely 8:30P.M. and as soon as he did, a scent drifted to his nose. His keen Lycan sense of smell picked up a scent that was different from the others of demons and Vampires — human. Two. They smelled feminine, girls. Altair knew that humans wandered into the club without having an idea of what they were getting into. A place full of Fae, Vampires, Lycans, Imps, Demons, things of nightmares and dreams — and they always ended up dead. No matter what. By tasting Fae fruit and dying of poisoning, Demons having a lovely feast of human flesh, Vampires losing control, Lycans ripping them to shreds — any of the above served their purpose rather well. As he strode in between the sweating bodies, his eyes caught on a girl. Her hair much bigger than anyone's there, but tastefully so. Her scent wafted over and Altair's pupils dilated — so she was one, a human. She was trying to blend in, conceal herself. Altair noticed that she seemed intent on something, so focused that her eyes never wavered. A figure bobbed through the crowd towards her, it's eyes glowed yellow in the rapid changing light. Altair swore under his breath, a Demon. It's eyes set on the girl. For some reason, he felt compelled to save her. Rushing through the crowd, he wrapped an arm around the girl's waist and he heard an angry hiss and the Demon retreating, seeing that it's prey had already been claimed. Up close, he saw that the girl was stunning. A natural, radiant beauty that rolled off in waves. She had gray-blue yes, but warm, unlike his own. Letting her go, he grinned at her — a charming, somewhat cherubic, somewhat mischievous grin. "Yo," was his brilliant greeting. Mentally, he slapped himself. Damn it! he cursed himself, thinking he sounded like such an idiot.


σн.σн.cєє||Wow, I'm really sorry if I killed your eyes! This was really long. x3x

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Flashing, spectral lights, thumping bass and haunting vocals distracted Sesi from reality for a few good minutes. Bobbing along to the deafening music and encouraged by the complete strangers around her who seemed to mimic her movements -- or was it she who was doing the mimicking? She was no longer sure and didn't know if she particularly cared either. As she opened her eyes to take in the sight of the others dancing around her, her heart screeched to a stop as she realized that Auz was not next to her, or by her, or anywhere near her. Alessa immediately stopped dancing and looked around at the nearby passerby's. As she did, she noticed something that sent shivers down her spine -- something was decidedly odd about these people. They were living signs of the two extremes -- extreme beauty or extreme ugliness. She blinked as she studied those gifted with beauty, high cheekbones that seemed to lurk right beneath the surface of the skin -- beautifully sculpted, like Greek Gods, only more beautiful if it was even possible, or perhaps like heroine chic, but without the bad skin. Clear, pale complexions that seemed to glisten in the pounding strobe lights, but without any aid from them. Those that were not dancing on the dance floor along with Sesi seemed to weave in and out of the swaying figures with ease, and as they did, Alessa made a point to look at their eyes. A gaze so intense that even if it was not directed at her, she seemed to be struck by it. They seemed to be either adapted to the flashing lights and subtle darkness of the club or dangerously high on illegal substances. Both their irises and pupils were huge, the skin around the orbs pulled back taut and high -- revealing more of the eyeballs. Strangely enough, they never blinked. Alessa blinked herself a couple of times before focusing on those who were not so particularly blessed. Sesi noticed straightaway that their faces reminded her of those horrifying creatures that seem to lurk high on old cathedrals -- gargoyles. Warped lips, mottled skin and warped lips sent even more shivers down her spine. She even swore that she saw something like fangs glimmer in the mouths of a few of the strangers. Placing her face in her hands, she shook her head, trying to clear her mind and focus on finding Auz.

As soon as she thought of it, she raised her head and spied hair that was big -- bigger than the rest of the females in the club. A smile splayed on her lips as she saw it was Auz, still near the entrance where she had left her. As soon as Sesi was about to call out to her and beckon her to dance with her, she saw a young man a few years older than both of them slide his arm around Auz's slender waist. The call died on Alessa's lips as she stood and stared as the two regarded each other, Sesi smiled. That always happened to Auz, guys coming up to her and talking to her left and right -- not that Alessa minded, she was more of the shadow and frankly preferred it that way. Turning away from Auz, she hoped her friend would have fun with the young man. Delving deeper into the crowd, she let her mind wander again and soon got lost to the music once more. The song was no longer mournful and haunting, but rather upbeat and full of blaring guitar licks. Alessa didn't mind -- music was her drug of choice and didn't care as long as it was there and giving her her fix. She soon found out though, that the music didn't quite pull her under so far though, and her mind soon became preoccupied with her own little secrets -- and her own past. As she danced, she thought of the intricate little runes that intertwined and ran down her back and stomach in a long chain -- like a brace for her body. The runes stopped right over her breasts -- right where the dress swooped down to. Auz didn't know about the markings -- she had never been one for swimming or dressing in front of her bestie. The runes were the main reason for that. At first glance, they looked like tattoos, made with thick, dark, black ink. At second glance, you would notice something odd about them -- they moved. Swirling around her body seemed to be their favorite past time when Alessa was excited, nervous or feeling any type of extreme emotion. Sesi did not know how she obtained them, all she knew is that they had been on her since birth and her parents refused to tell her anything about them -- even more, refused to acknowledge that they even existed. Strangely, she could now feel them throbbing beneath the thick layers of her dress and she was unnerved to say the least. She had never felt them throb before. Her dancing slowed a bit, but didn't stop completely as she focused on the strange sensation that her runes were giving her.

At that moment, a hand clasped her shoulder with a gentle yet firm force, causing her to gasp and reel back into several of the dancing figures. A couple grumbled and straightened themselves, resuming their dancing, a few ignored her, and to Sesi's terror, some even hissed at her, revealing -- and confirming her previous fears -- fangs. "Oh! I'm sorry!" she cried as she stumbled back in surprise. Much to her dismay, the hand was still at her shoulder and she swiveled on her heels to face the man who had so dauntingly surprised her so. As she did, she was met with the most beautiful man she had ever met in her sixteen years of living. Her questions died on her lips and her eyes widened as she realized that he looked a lot like those other beautiful people -- yet somehow, so much less intimidating. His gaze was the same though, and Alessa felt like in bore into her very soul with it's intensity. Lowering both her eyes and her head, she blushed crimson and said nothing. Her body remained stiff and unyielding as they both stood there in the middle of the dance floor. Strobe lights continues blinking in many different colors and the strange people continued their activities -- dancing, drinking, talking, all as Alessa world came to a halt. Gasping, the throbbing at her midsection grew much more pronounced and she winced -- not in pain particularly, but rather at a odd numbing sensation that seeped through her body. She dared not raise her face at the beautiful young man in front of her, else she faint -- though she felt dangerously close to it now. Vaguely, she wondered what was wrong with her -- and why she felt the way she did now when she had never felt it before. Wincing again, she looked up slowly at the young man, the blush still very much present on her pale face. "Excuse me, but um... who a-are you?" a tinge of desperation and hope colored her whisper, as if his identity would explain all. And she hoped it would.

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Ailia Dyan Fay

Aili, Ai, Lia, Dy, Fay, Fairyxxxxxxxxx

Sugar |x| Spice |x| and |x| Everything |x| Nice. |x|

- - - -Back to the Basics

I was deemed as ; Ailia Dyan Fay
But I like to be called ; Aili, Ai, Lia, Dy, Fay, Fairy
I have been around since ; S i x t e e n years.
And started my life on ; October Fifth
I was born as a ; Pretty Princess
But I love them ; Toy Solders

I can't believe I'm so short ;5'4
Eww that's too heavy ;114 pounds
Needles galore ; One lip ring, one lip stud. One nose stud. Ears twice.
I love to draw on myself ; A rose on the right side of my collarbone with gothic letters that say, "LOVE & HATE" and an elaborate, colorful tattoo of lilies on my left arm.
And I draw with this color ;Lime

- - - -A Little Bit Deeper

Just a few things I like ;
❤ || Candy
❤ || Romance
❤ || Reading
❤ || Music (anything but country, rap and opera)
❤ || Guys
A few things I don't ;
☢ || Rumors
☢ || Embarrassing Myself
☢ || Blood
☢ || Alcohol
☢ || Arrogant People

Oh my gosh this is SO my song ; |Comatose| -- Skillet
People think of me as ;
¤ || Smart
¤ || Moody
¤ || Emotional
¤ || Hot-Headed
¤ || Rude and Blunt
¤ || Shy (around guys)
¤ || Easily-Placated
¤ || Ambitious
¤ || Selfless
¤ || Enthusiastic
¤ || Clumsy
Others don't know that ; That conniving Isaac Alixander Monroe has my heartstrings.
Boo! AHHHH ;
☁ || Being Alone With Guys
☁ || Being Abandoned
☁ || Being Forgotten
☁ || Being Replaced
☁ || Thunder/Lightning
☁ || Dark, Enclosed Spaces/Crowds
Shhhh It's TOP SECRET ; Most people think I'm a slut, but I'm not. I'm actually really afraid of guys, the only one I'm not afraid of is the only one who has been kind to me, Isaac.

Once upon a time ; My life has been no fairy tale, I can assure you. I am an only child, spawn of my mother, Alejandra Morales, and my father, Andrew Smith Fay. Nothing really exciting, my mother is from Spanish origins so I can speak Spanish fluently. My mother was a high and mighty business woman, strong and healthy, she maintained my father and I. My father? Well, he was a whole different story. It seemed that he had a taste for little girls. I remember the many nights when he use to sneak into my room, smelling like beer and vodka. He use to climb into my bed, crawl under my sheets and run his hands over me. He never quite managed to rape me though, he always use to sneak a feel, but it was enough to scar me for life. Now I have a fear of guys, I can't be near them without my heart seizing up in a panic. Pretty soon, my mom found out what he had been doing, and quickly filed a police report accompanied by a divorce. Nothing gave me more relief than to see Daddy Dearest being towed away in a police car — I was ten then.

Since my father got taken away, I was pushed to the side. Overlooked and quickly placed as second by my mother next to her work. Her business was her number one priority, while I was nothing but second — maybe even less. I grew up that way though, when I reached middle school though, I got tired of being second. I pushed my way to the top and now I'm the Queen Bee. Of course, with every rising there has to be obstacles, and those are the rumors. I'm not so great at handling the vicious rumors people spread, and I tend to be very emotional. Thankfully, I have my best friend to help me through it — Alisa.

So now it comes to my greatest fear, being replaced. I know that Isaac is cheating on his girlfriend with me, but I'm afraid I love him. I can't help if he doesn't love me though, but it scares me to think that I will be thrown away like yesterday's trash because he picked his girlfriend. But I guess, it really can't be helped can it? Fairy tales don't come true and Isaac is probably not my prince, I only wish for him to be happy with whomever he chooses, and I've come to face the possibility that it isn't me.

Princess Vampireska

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