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[color=darkred]≎≎≎≎≎≎ ☠ [size=18]℘ℏℯđŕą[/size] ☠ ≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
[b]❀I may look like a delicate flower❀[/b]
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[b]☣But watch out, I have more thorns than most.☣[/b]
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[color=darkred]≎≎≎≎≎≎ ☠ [size=18]Daughter of Hades[/size] ☠ ≎≎≎≎≎≎[/color]
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hey call me: Phedra
I have 13 candles on my birthday cake
I tend to be quite. I don't really like to be around people. I am better off by myself. I scare others easily and they don't like me so I don't like them. I am quick to anger but don't really speak most of the time. Everything happens in my head most of the time, that's where I like it.
My past is tragic you might say. As a baby she was left at an orphanage with no information about where she came from. The name she goes by was one she picked out of her favorite book when she was old enough. Growing up was hard on her, she was kind of weird, so the other kids shunned her. It didn't take long for her to get used to being an outsider and after a while she preferred it. She liked the darkness when everyone else feared it. She would get up at night and roam the house. When she was 10 she decided she wanted to see the world. Taking with her nothing but the clothes she had on and some scraps from the kitchen. Once out on her own she learned fast that it would be hard but she didn't mind. Stealing food here and there, and sleeping where she could she found her lifestyle grew to be comfortable to her. Being a young woman on the street she'd gotten her hands on a large knife early on and was quite good with it after a couple years of practicing with it.
Everything was fine till she stole an ipod to listen to music on. She was in a dark ally and then this large creature came out of no where and attacked her. She fought it off with the knife but it didn't stop it. She ran and dodged between buildings and cars and people just trying to get away. Once she thought it was safe she went in to the ally she had made a small home in and was going to lay down for a nap when it came from the sky at her. She thought she was done for when a strange hairy legged man came out of no where and fought him off. He then explained that he could take her to a place she would be safe and feed and given a bed with a roof. So she thought what the hell, it's worth a try. And now her journey begins.
The people closest to me: I have no family, I was left at an orphanage.
I enjoy:
Pitch Black
Wolf's howl, it feels like that's the sound my heart makes
Silence is golden as they say
Myself, we get along very well
Pushing my fears to their limits, it makes me feel alive
I hate:
Pointless chatter
Stupid people, or well people
Crowds
Over exposure to the sun
I hope for: quietness. I just want to be left alone.
My person's bane
A fear of extreme heights.
A fear of drowning
A fear of abandonment
A fear of gnomes
I wield: A large Hunting Knife