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 Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:33 pm
Note: Belladonna was actually created a Nymph but for the sake of this shop, I have altered her to be an Elf.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:47 pm
Navigation Page o1. Portrait of Belladonna and her son welcome message
Who Am I?
The Elf Behind The Mystery
Her Dark Past
Rp Logs
The Man Born Of Fire
His Burning Inferno
Rp Logs
Bella's Thoughts
Saraphs Thoughts
Items
Portraits
Home Sweet Home
Reserved
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:50 pm
Well, if you want to learn more about me, this is the best place to do it. If it's a bit too much information for you, then don't read. Just skip ahead to the next post. Who Am I? Jasmine, Jaz, Jazzy, J, IraHow Long Have I Lived? 27 yearsWhat Am I? I am mulatto. I was born to a Caucasian woman and a Black man. No not African American because he's not an African that came to America. He's just a Black man. That's it. There is no Hispanic, Asian or Hawaiian anywhere down the line so don't ask.What Do I Do? Drop and Count at Maryland Live! Casino.What Are My Hobbies? Write short stories and poetry
Drawing and painting
Rping on both a literate level and semi-literate level
Playing video games Where Do I Chill? UoeWho Do I Love? Single but I have an interest in someone. What Do I Play? Fable
Fable 2
Fable 3
Darkness
Darkness II
Saints Row 2
Saints Row 3
Resident Evil 5
Resident Evil 6
Resident Evil: Umbrella Chronicles
Resident Evil: Operation Raccoon City
God Father
Left 4 Dead
Left 4 Dead 2
Silent Hill ( All of them. Gods yes! <3 )
Sims 3 What Do I Listen To? Korn
Disturbed
Cradle of Filth
Linkin Park
Smashing Pumpkins
Slipknot
Finger Eleven
TBM
E-Nomine
Rammestein
Black Lab
Stained
Lady GaGa
Static X
Enya
Dr. Demento
Gackt
Akira Yamaoka
Mary Elizabeth McGlyn
Sarah Brightmen
T.a.T.u
Ariaphonics
Paul Schwartz
Dead Can Dance
Sting
Natacha Atlas
Midnight Syndicate
The Urge
Evanescence
Color Me Bad
David Bowie
Chaka Khan
Tangerine Dream What Kind Of Person Am I? I am, in every sense of the word, an a*****e. I will do s**t to piss you off if you have given me reason to dislike you and will relish in your frustration. I am stubborn to the fullest. Once my mind is made up, there is little you can do to sway me to change my mind. I am kinder than I look. If you are in need, I will do all that I can to help you and more. I give out random gifts just for the heck of it. I am moody like no ones business. One minute I am the life of the party, the next minute I want to be left alone. One minute I cling and then the next I don't want to be touched. I am emotional. Everything I do, I do with conviction and when something goes wrong I am a bucket of pathetic goop of disappointment. I am a man....or at least I should be. I'm far too laid back for my own good and think too much like a guy does. Identity crisis much?What Do I Like? Mashed Potatoes
Chicken
Big Mac
Whopper
Skittles
Animals
Art
Music
Ramen
Cold Stone Ice cream
Chipotle
Horror Movies
Cuddling
Sleeping
Steak
Potatoe and leek soup What Do I Hate? Girls
Illiteracy
Bananas
Niglets
Jerks
Make-up
Dresses
Current Rap
Beets
Gangsters
McThuggets
College
Disorganization
Uncleanliness
Cheaters
Liars
Customers at my place of work
Sponges
I don't like most girls for the simple fact that they are conniving, catty, lying bitches. If they don't get their way, they do anything in their power to get back at you and god forbid you mind your own business and their boyfriend or love interest checks you out.
Niglets is a word that Miki and I came up with to describe those bad a** ghetto little black kids that have no respect for anyone, not even themselves.
McThuggets is a term I came up with when encountering a child in McDonalds who claimed he was thug because he paid for his own meal...yeah pretty pathetic.
I dislike the customers at my job because they b***h at me like I have control over the stock in the store and are all out rude pricks with their noses so far in they air they'd drown if it ever rained.
Sponges is what I like to call people who lack a personality or mind of their own. They are those who follow someone or a crowd and adopt their opinions and way of thinking instead of being an individual that make their own opinions and decisions. Where Do I Message? MSN: j_r_kelly@hotmail.com
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:51 pm
Name: Belladonna Mythrius
Specie or race: Elf
Social Class: Lower
Age: 43
Powers: Chlorokinisis
Semi-mystical connection to the plant world. Influencing the growth and prosperity as well as the death and decay of flowering plants comes naturally to Bella. She is able to manipulate and animate plants, using roots to form supports for a tunnel and also spawning glowing fungi. She has the ability to manipulate an entire tree into coming down and ensnaring an enemy in its branches. If given enough time she could even be capable of bringing down a whole structure with giant vines. However, preforming such large feats render her weak and take their toll on her quickly.
Toxikinisis
Plant based toxins, though they have been dormant for most of her life, course throughout her blood stream thus making her touch have the capability of being deadly. Bella can create the most potently powerful floral toxins which are often secreted from her lips and can only be administered via a kiss. They come in a number of varieties, from mind controlling drugs to instantly fatal necrotics. Her skin is toxic as well, although contact with it is usually not fatal.
Toxic Resistance
Moderate to High to all toxins, bacteria, and viruses.
Pheromone Control
Bella is able to seduce men and women alike, often using pheromones to do so, though the action is involuntary, but even without the pheromones her beauty is still an asset that can seduce.
Talents: Not only does she seemed to be blessed with a green thumb, she is quite skilled with singing and interior decorating.
Specialization: Farmer
Physical Description: A waterfall of magenta cascades down to the bend of her knees leaving wavy locks with ivy entwined to twist and turn just so, framing her oval face ever so delicately. Her luscious locks dance and spill gracefully about her shoulders and all the while gathering around her face like a thick mane. Almond eyes of crimson peer from behind long and thick lashes casting an intense and studious gaze on all around her. Full and shapely lips shame the softest petals of flora and entice onlookers to come in to experience them through a gentle kiss. Her skin, like that of an African queen, is mocha-complected. Her features are both exotic, alluring and holds a hint of a predatory gleam, which no doubt has been brought on by the hardships she has endured.
She stands at five feet and nine inches with long legs, defined calves and thighs, the curves in her child bearing hips and chest even more prominent. Her torso is slightly elongated with a flat stomach and her waist just slightly smaller than most, giving her the perfect figure for an exotic belly dancer. While her posterior isn't the biggest in comparison to women her age nor the smallest, it entices others to grab a handful. A long gown, a gradient of gold and purple conceals the curves of her body, it's rips and tears around the bottom make it appear as if flower petals were opening around her feet.
Personality: Belladonna is without a doubt is "The Nurturer". Her primary mode of living is focused internally, where she takes things in via her five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. Her secondary mode is external, where she deals with things according to how she feels about them, or how they fit into her personal value system. Mentally she lives in a world that is concrete and kind. Belladonna is truly warm and kind-hearted, and wants to believe the best of people. She values harmony and cooperation, and is very sensitive to other people's feelings. Members of her clan valued her for her consideration and awareness, and her ability to bring out the best in others by her firm desire to believe the best.
Belladonna has a rich inner world that is not usually obvious to observers. She constantly takes in information about people and situations that are personally important to her, and stores it away. This tremendous store of information is usually startlingly accurate, because she has an exceptional memory about things that are important to her value systems. It is not uncommon for Bella to remember a particular facial expression or conversation in precise detail years after the event occurred, if the situation made an impression on her.
She has a very clear idea of the way things should be, and she strives to attain this. She values security and kindness, and respects traditions and laws. Bella firmly believes that existing systems are there because they work. Therefore, she becomes cautious when it comes to doing things in a new way, unless she's shown in a concrete way why its better than the established method.
Bella learns best by doing, rather than by reading about something in a book, or applying theory. For this reason, she has not even attempted taking an occupation in fields which require a lot of conceptual analysis or theory. She values practical application. Traditional methods of higher education, which require a lot of theorizing and abstraction, are quite chore for her. Bella learns a task best by being shown its practical application. Once the task is learned, and its practical importance is understood, Belladonna will faithfully and tirelessly carry through the task to completion. This aspect alone is what makes her extremely dependable.
More so than others, Belladonna is extremely aware of her own internal feelings, as well as other people's feelings. However, she does not usually express her own feelings, keeping things inside. If they are negative feelings, often times they build up inside until they turn into firm judgments against individuals which are difficult to unseed, once set. Just as she is not likely to express her feelings, she is also not likely to let on that she knows how others are feeling. However, Belladonna will speak up when she feels another individual really needs help, and in such cases she has been able to help others become aware of their feelings.
Belladonna feels a strong sense of responsibility and duty. She takes her responsibilities very seriously, and can be counted on to follow through. She has a difficult time saying "no" when asked to do something, and may become over-burdened. In such cases, Belladonna does not usually express her difficulties to others, because she intensely dislikes conflict, and because she tend to place other people's needs over her own.
Like every other person in the world, Belladonna has her flaws. While she is a very patient individual, she has an unforgiving and explosive temper. When angered she's got the temperament of a pit viper and her words will cut you to the core. Not only will she read you out and put you in your place but she will never forget your transgressions. If one has betrayed her in the worst way, she will immediately wipe her hands clean of them and they will be held at a distance. When it comes to the individuals she holds dear to her, she is frighteningly protective...over protective and will come off as a beast to whomever dares to try and get close to what she perceives as belonging to her. When it comes to someone showing romantic interest in her, at first she can be quite defensive. She does her best to ward the individual off, her way of testing their resolve and seeing what their intentions truly are. To prevent herself from experiencing heart ache and deception, she has built her own walls and she doesn't intend on letting them fall.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 8:52 pm
For a good portion of her life, Belladonna didn’t have to live amongst humans. The land she came from was around the base of a rather large dormant volcano and stretched on for miles and yet was lush with abundant valley's, rivers and flora. The clan she was born into was constructed of females, all with amazing abilities. Many had power over plant life while others could control bodies of water. Males were forbidden in these lands save for one rogue that would come during the time of copulation and he was allowed to come around because he’d often provide protection and assistance with hunting if many of the females were pregnant, him being the sire of those unborn children.
It was two weeks after the male had left that a group of rogues came calling. They sought to make the lands their own and any female who would not cooperate would be killed. Belladonna was just a young teen when all of this occurred and it was her mother who chased her out to keep her safe. For years she traveled strange lands and crossed vast oceans bearing witness to many wonderful and horrid sights. Once she entered adult hood she came across a Mage with extraordinary power, however he was not a kind soul. For one reason or another, he found himself infatuated with her and was determined to have her on his arm. When Belladonna turned down his advances, he pursued her and she fled. She was just a year short of twenty at that time and during the next four years she lived her life in hiding, constantly looking over her shoulder. She had even gone so far as to make it her top priority to avoid people at all costs but her efforts failed her. The Mage finally caught up to her, captured her and once she was in his grasp he forced himself upon her.She was twenty-three years of age then.
At the four month mark of her confinement, she discovered that she was with child. Not wanting to stay there for another second she had new cause to rebel against that Mage once again. That night when the Mage came to pay her a visit as he usually did, she played the role of the broken doll and greeted him as he'd been training (beating) her to do. She greeted him with a kiss but this was no ordinary kiss. Driven by fear and the want to be free, her instincts took hold of her fate and from her lips he was dealt a deadly toxin that took effect immediately. While his legs gave way beneath his weight and his lungs struggled to find air she ran. She ran and ran as fast as her legs could go. For the first time in four months she was able to breathe the air of freedom and exhale a sigh of relief. She spent the next five months helping villagers she came across with their crops for currency, her belly swelling more and more as time progressed. It was when she reached the eight month mark of her pregnancy that she had acquired enough gold to pay for her passage aboard a ship that transport her to a new and strange land. Within a weeks time she arrived in Azreth.
For the first time ever, she bore witness to races other than her own mingling side by side in peace and so for some time, she stayed on the outskirts of the first town she'd come across unsure of how to approach. Belladonna was weary at first, seeing so many males in one area but given time she urged herself to move forward and find her place amongst them. Even though she was so far along in her pregnancy, she continued to help farmers out with their crops in exchange for currency and lodgings. A week before she was due in the barn of a family of farmers she was assisting, she gave birth to healthy baby boy. She named him Saraph.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:37 pm
Name: Saraph Mythrius
Specie or race: Halfling
Social Class: Lower
Age: 20
Powers: Incendia Respiro
Saraph can breathe fire without burning his mouth. His lungs produce a flammable gas to which they are immune to, while the palate generates a spark of electricity upon at the user’s will, thus creating fiery breath. He has thermal resistance in his throat and mouth, and on most parts of his body. Other wise breathing fire would sear his lungs, throat, mouth and lips shut, effectively killing him through asphyxiation. There are limitations to this ability however. It requires energy to produce and time to control. Unless aiming at a target, Saraph must be mindful of distance; this includes location to avoid burning items within the area.
Pyrokinetic Creature Creation
He is able to create beings out of fire, be it a real creature or not (for example a lion or a dragon), and make it do his bidding. He can snuff the creature out once he is done with it. However there are some draw backs to this. First of it takes a great deal of energy and concentration to successfully pull this off. Due to his young age he has not yet mastered the mystic gifts he inherited from his father and his own influence over the element of fire are not yet mature enough. If he wishes for this to work properly, he'll have to be near a fire source to assist in fueling his creation though they are still powerless to water attacks.
Pyrokinesis
Saraph can excite or speed up an object's atoms, increasing their thermal energy until they ignite, not necessarily objects, but also air particles. He can control and move the flames, including the shape, heat and even color; that said, pretty much everything with this power comes down to Burn It. This is very aggressive power allowing several powerful attacks, but it is some ways the most vulnerable as well, given than fire doesn't exist in itself but needs other elements. There are still some things he is unable to do but given time he will be able to do the following:
Create firestorms or fire-pits .
Release the fire from eyes.
Pyrokinetic Constructs, including weapons, walls, armor.
Blue Fire Manipulation
White Fire Manipulation
Fire Empowerment
Pyroportation
Even with this he is met with limitations. Control is extremely important. Unconscious use of this power can be catastrophic. Oxygen is also needed to be present.
Toxic Resistance
Moderate to High to all toxins, bacteria, and viruses.
Talents: Quick learner of magic, an attribute inherited from his father.
Specialization: Farmer
Physical Description: Saraph stands at a commanding height of six feet five inches tall with a lean and shapely, sculpted, muscular build. His arms are very well built from living the farmers life of tilling the land as well as his torso, giving a clean cut v shape down to his thick, shapely, yet slender thighs. His long legs add a very graceful touch. His back is extremely sculpted, every muscle defined. Saraph's hair is medium in length, thick, voluminous, and is often worn somewhat spiked and wild it's golden blond color inherited from his father. He takes after his father when it comes to his appearance as well. His bone structure is definitely Norse: dome forehead, defined cheekbones at a sharp angle, with a very strong heart shaped, bone crushing jaw, complete with a strong chiseled chin. His neck is long and graceful stemming from strong shoulders that span wide. His features however are more like his mother and are Persian in nature: thick and shapely triangular brows, the bridge of his nose thin yet defined, his nose ending in a small and graceful curve. His eyes are large and piercing with an almond shape, and his lips are full, shapely and plush. His testament to the bloodlines within him is evident in his olive complexion. The color of his eyes is an eerie and sickly shade of yellow, surrounded by long, thick, and dark lashes.
Personality: When it comes down to figuring out what kind of guy Saraph is or describing to others what is personality is like, it can be be rather difficult in sorting things out. He's a just a complicated guy to know. There are many sides to him and depending on who you are determines what side of him you see. When it comes to the people he cares about, which at the moment is mainly is mother Belladonna his primary mode of living is focused internally, where he takes things in primarily via intuition. His secondary mode is external, where he deals with things according to how he feels about them, or how they fit with his personal value system. In this state of being he is gentle, caring, complex and a highly intuitive individual. Sometimes artistic and creative, he lives in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities. Saraph places great importance on having things orderly and systematic in his outer world. He puts a lot of energy into identifying the best system for getting things done, and constantly defines and re-defines the priorities in his life. On the other hand, Saraph tends to operate within himself on an intuitive basis which is entirely spontaneous. He will know things intuitively, without being able to pinpoint why, and without detailed knowledge of the subject at hand. Odd part is he is usually rightt. Consequently, he puts a tremendous amount of faith into his instincts and intuitions.
Saraph has an uncanny insight into people and situations. He will get "feelings" about things and intuitively understand them especially when it comes to his mother and those that she interacts with. An example of this, when is was sixteen years of age, he was tending to their farm one summers day when a sense of urgency struck him. Without a moment of hesitation he left the farm and rushed to the market where his mother had gone only to find her in the process of being mugged on her way home. Had he not gotten their in time to chase her assailant off, something far worse could have happened to Bella. Concerning his mother, Saraph is as genuinely warm as he is complex. He shows a great deal of concern for her feelings, and try to be gentle to avoid hurting her. When it comes to Bella, he is very sensitive to conflict, and cannot tolerate it very well. Situations which are charged with conflict will drive his normally peaceful demeanor around her into a state of agitation or charged anger. This causes to internalize conflict and causes him experience health problems when under a lot of stress.
In regards to those who seek to get close to him or his mother his personality changes and he becomes a bit colder. Saraph holds the qualities one would find in a natural born leader and he expect those who dare to try to get close to see that as well as display it in themselves else he has no time for you. In this state of mind there is not much room for error in his world. He especially dislikes seeing mistakes repeated, and has no patience with inefficiency. He will become quite harsh when his patience is tried in these respects, because he's not tuned in to the feelings of people outside of his close circle, and he doesn't believe that he should tailor his judgments in consideration for people's feelings. All in all he can be quite a forceful, intimidating and overbearing individual. Being a very forceful and decisive individual, Saraph makes decisions quickly, and is quick to verbalize his opinions and decisions to the rest of the world.
Pertaining to the outside world as a whole, one could say he becomes even colder. In this case Saraph is typically selfish and has no qualms about turning on his allies-of-the-moment, and usually only makes allies primarily to further his own goals. He have no compunctions about harming others to get what he wants, but he won't go out of his way just to cause carnage or mayhem when he see no direct benefit to it. He abide by laws for only as long as it is convenient for him or until he finds himself in a position to twist the rules to work in his favor. To summarize, in the state of being he holds no consideration for the outside world or the people in it. They mean nothing to him less they can somehow assist him in obtaining something he wants and even then they are seen as little more as a tool that can be discarded. Everyone has a target on their heads and should the time come where you cross paths and there is a benefit from it, it will stop at nothing to end your life. The only one who holds any value in this pathetic world is his mother.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:38 pm
As many of us know, growing up while constantly moving from place to place is never easy on a child. They grow attached to people only to have to leave them. Having this happen often, it’s no wonder that a person grows cold and distant. However, that was never the case with Saraph. As a young boy he had many friends and even though he would move away from them about three or four months later he had always had faith that he would see them again in time. With innocent eyes, he viewed the world as his playground and welcomed the prospect of moving because as he saw it, there was new adventure to be hand and new friends to be made. While he and his mother didn’t have much to begin with, Saraph never wanted for anything. If there was something he grew interested in, his mother would work tirelessly to earn enough currency to gift her boy with the item of his desires. No matter how tired she was from a day’s work, she always made time for him and that is what brought the two together and strengthened their bond. Due to this strong bond however, Saraph could feel a sadness coming from his mother. After all, it was just her and him and his father, well he didn’t know much of the man but it was clear that his mother was lonely. Not only was she lonely but she was on the verge of burning herself out to make ends meet. She needed help with her work.
While working had never been something he’d choose over getting to play with his friends, Saraph did something that Bella hadn’t expected. When she’d wake in the early hours to help out the farmers who gave them lodgings and some currency for her assistance, he too started getting up with her. Bella of course would shoo him back to their bed to sleep but he would sneak right back out and assist her. With a basket in hand, he’d visit the chicken coops and collect the eggs from the nests of the hens. Immediately after he’d gather a hand full of their feed and scatter it across the ground. This took multiple trips since he couldn’t carry the feed bag with him but he did what he could to help out. Knowing she could do nothing to stop her son, Bella accepted his help and the two would work in the wee hours of the morning. Through this, more time was spent with each other. She was the one who taught him just how deep into the soil once should place the seed, what it needed to grow and how to tend to the sprout the grew from it. He had even sung to them as his mother would since she said that plants were like children and loved to be sung to.
It was when he was twelve years of age that he and his mother were able to get their hands on a home of their own. This time around however, it wasn’t a farm that they would be calling home. It was a nice little stone cabin with a decent bit of land to go with it. However, as nice as the place was, it needed a bit of fixing but the two didn’t see a problem with that. Even though Saraph was twelve years of age, he already stood at the height of five feet and eleven inches. The years of him assisting his mother with various farms only sculpted his figure. Granted he wasn’t bulging with muscles, but he wasn’t a tall and lanky young man either. It took two years for the renovations to be finished but in the end; the both of them were more than satisfied with their new home. Seeing as she didn’t have a large plot of land to maintain, aside from the garden that bordered the sides of the cabin, Belladonna was able to relax a bit more when it came to working. Now she could do something that she really enjoyed doing. She became a singer, not career wise, but she would sing for people at the parties they would throw for one reason or another. Saraph on the other hand, live the normal teenage life. He attended school as he always did with kids his age, goofed around and even had a little side job either delivering small packages for people or simply helping them around their house.
All in all life was good for them but things changed when Saraph was sixteen. He had become a hormone raging teen as most young men his age do and he had gotten himself a girlfriend. After a wonderful day out, being the gentlemen he was raised to be he walked her home and before he left there was an awkward silence between the two. It was as if the two were waiting for something. Like any teenager, Saraph thought that a sweet kiss would end their date on a good note but he was nervous. His palms started to sweat and he felt tightness in his chest but he refused to chicken out now. He leaned down a placed a chaste kiss on the girl’s lips only to have her jump back and bring her hand to her lips. When he parted his lips to ask what was wrong, flames erupted from his mouth nearly burning the frightened girl. She let out a scream and he tried to apologize but the flames wouldn’t stop coming. Afraid he ran, not bothering to stop until he was home. Once there he went straight for the kitchen and he began downing cup after cup of water. When that didn’t seem to help, he went out to the pond and plunged his head inside until it was completely submerged.
Two hours had passed before finally the fires had calmed and seemingly vanished. When Bella returned home, she found her son in her room, sitting in the corner with his knees brought up to his chest and his hands covering his face. Concern, she ran to his side and looked him over to be sure nothing had harmed him. When no bruises were found she looked to him confused, placed a gentle yet reassuring hand on his shoulder and asked him what was wrong. He trembled beneath her touch and recalled the story with tears streaming from his face. He felt as if something was wrong with him so she did only what she knew to do. Bella pulled him into her embrace, his head resting on her bosom and she stroked his hair telling him that everything would be alright. She reassured him that nothing was wrong with him. However, Saraph couldn’t simply accept that. He sobbed, asking why was this happening to him. Why him of all people? To see her son in such a state, to feel him tremble in her arms and hear his cries was more than she could bear. She had to tell him why this was happening and in order to do so, she would have to bring forth something she had pushed to the back of her mind and kept locked away for so long. She recalled the story of his conception, who his father was and how it appeared he inherited such a gift from his father. Saraph grew angry that she had kept this from him for so long but when he saw just how much the truth hurt her, his anger subsided and the two spent the rest of the night in each other’s company, consoling each other.
The following day in school those who Saraph had called friends avoided him. Even people he barely knew would rush past him or hug the walls when he was near. The teachers were no better. They’d deny him entry to class and soon enough rumors spread that he was a demon. He was completely alienated over something he had no control over. He couldn’t help who he was, nor could he control what gifts he would inherit and from whom he would inherit them. With each passing day, the alienation and the treatment he received from his peers made him grow colder and colder. It would also seem that the taller he grew, the more they believed him to be a demon. It got to the point where he didn’t care anymore. If they wished to call him a demon, then so be it. If they wished to fear him, he let them. No longer did they mean anything to him. They were dead to him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 10:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 7:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 4:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 12:48 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 12:49 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 12:50 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 12:51 am
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