My mother named me this: Aurora Renee Crouse.
I am of the age: Nineteen.
I was born this way: Elven.
My sexual preferences are: Bi-Sexual.
I can do this without any help: Mind-reader. Healer.
My story goes a bit like this: My name is Aurora. I'm nineteen years of age, and am Bi-Sexual. I grew up in the exotic forests, with my mother, father, brothers and sisters. I'm a great hunter, and am very talented in the singing department. i know multiple songs, but sing only few of them. My life wasn't always me in a slave market. I ended up here as a result of my own stubbornness. I was out on a hunting trip, and made the mistake I've only made once in my entire nineteen years of living, I let my guard down while searching for the food I had just killed. Next thing I know, I'm trapped in a net, with horrible men smiling, staring at me and touching me. Within a few hours, I was in a cage, locked to the bars, awaiting the arrival of my new "owner".
People say this is how I act: I can be rather aggressive when provoked. Besides that, I'm very sweet, and mostly quiet. I only talk when talked to, but I talk in my mind. Mainly, I'm not that much of a fighter, but I will if need be. I'm kind, and I heal those who truly need it. If you don't want to talk about what is on your mind, clear your mind of all thoughts, or I can still read them.
These jiggle when I walk: White Rose. Heart. Hourglass. Microphone. Rose.
This is around my neck at all times: Green.
Whom owns me: None.
I am of the age: Nineteen.
I was born this way: Elven.
My sexual preferences are: Bi-Sexual.
I can do this without any help: Mind-reader. Healer.
My story goes a bit like this: My name is Aurora. I'm nineteen years of age, and am Bi-Sexual. I grew up in the exotic forests, with my mother, father, brothers and sisters. I'm a great hunter, and am very talented in the singing department. i know multiple songs, but sing only few of them. My life wasn't always me in a slave market. I ended up here as a result of my own stubbornness. I was out on a hunting trip, and made the mistake I've only made once in my entire nineteen years of living, I let my guard down while searching for the food I had just killed. Next thing I know, I'm trapped in a net, with horrible men smiling, staring at me and touching me. Within a few hours, I was in a cage, locked to the bars, awaiting the arrival of my new "owner".
People say this is how I act: I can be rather aggressive when provoked. Besides that, I'm very sweet, and mostly quiet. I only talk when talked to, but I talk in my mind. Mainly, I'm not that much of a fighter, but I will if need be. I'm kind, and I heal those who truly need it. If you don't want to talk about what is on your mind, clear your mind of all thoughts, or I can still read them.
These jiggle when I walk: White Rose. Heart. Hourglass. Microphone. Rose.
This is around my neck at all times: Green.
Whom owns me: None.
