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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 12:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:48 pm
~[The Warrior of light]~  + --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [Asmodeus Aldarian ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [ Blue fire demon ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [ 28 ]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] -
[Claws, teeth, and bloodlust]
+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ His brother, at a very young age he slaughtered all our friends and most of our family, imprisoning our father whom he was not strong enough to defeat. He also strongly dislikes Lucid VonMire albiet for much more innocent reasons. He is extremely protective of his Lady, Akuma Kessaku who was recently divorced of Lucid as her husband, his heart holds a great deal of hostility towards the man who caused her so much pain although he holds no dislike of him as a person. ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ heterosexual]
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ Akuma Kessaku ]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [
After his brother Dagon slaughtered everyone in the capital city, he offered Asmodeus the power to rule Entholia at his side. Asmodeus, heartsick and furious at his brothers actions refused and left the main city. He formed the resistance and led his army on numerous raids and attacks against Dagon's ever expanding forces. On the last raid he led, he cornered Dagon in his own throne room, thirsty for his blood and intent on ending the rain of terror his brother had brought down upon their people as he attempted to create the utopia of their childhood dreams. But Dagon was no longer the brother he had grown up with, there was no trace of laughter, of sanity, or even humanity left in the crimson eyes that stared down at him from the dias. Eyes that had once been as blue as his own, that had once been filled with innocence and love for all things living. Asmodeus gazed into the calm eyes of his one time brother and demanded that he surrender, demanded that he end this insanity. His voice fell upon deaf ears. As he raised his sword to attack, Dagon began laughing, a dark and twisted sound that sent chills down his spine. A chill wind washed over him, freezing his limbs, darkness clouded his vision but he could still hear that horrible laughter, the wet sound of tearing flesh, organs spilling across the stone floor, blood splashed across his cheek and dribbled into his mouth, opened in shock, the men and woman he had came with, fought with, known since they were all young screamed in terror and pain. He tasted their blood, felt it running down the contours of his chest. When his vision was restored, he stood in the middle of a massacre. A knot formed in his gut, but he could not cry, he would not look at their death stricken faces, but inside he was screaming. He met Dagon's cool gaze and heard the damning words before the first transformation twisted his flesh, making him cry out with pain. His brother laughed again, this time at the pitiful creature that stood before him. Asmodeus gazed at his sharp claws, flexed his wings, bared his teeth. So he was a monster, so be it, the better to tear apart Dagon, his brother it seemed, had made a very foolish mistake. A coppery scent, warm and rish flooded his nostrils, making his mouth water, his stomach twist with hunger. He turned to find the source of this magnificent scent and was faced with the torn bloody heap of his dearest friends and comrades. His tears spilled over as the hunger filled him with aching need. He screamed, and fled the citadel, away from civilization, into the mountains where he would be safe. Where they would be safe, from him, the one who was supposed to save them.
Years later, Dagon was wandering in the deep forest dangerously near civilization. He could not remember its name, it held no meaning for him anymore, when he ran across a young woman. She was stunning, with long curls that seemed to be spun of gold and wide set green eyes framed by thick black eyelashes. She seemed feral, dangerous, he knew she was more than she appeared to be. Her eyes were compassionate as she looked him over, he felt ashamed of the hunger that filled him, although he had since forgotten why it was so bad. The woman introduced herself as Ardina and said she had a way to help him if he should choose to go with her. He did, and she took him back into the mountains, to a keep that was full of darkness and shadow, but not evil. She lifted his curse for the first time that day and managed to keep him free of the curse for a month before the strain began to take a toll on her body, she grew pale and skeletal. Over time they found an arrangement that allowed her time to heal and him to experience life once again, he traveled to the keep for a few days at the end of every week to transform while she rested.
It was there that he ran across Akuma, he ran across her while hunting, a frightful experience for the both of them. Something in her awakened the human within the monster and he was able to restrain his brutal instincts while he cared for her....
Thats all I have for history so far wink ]
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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:50 pm
~[The Overlord]~  + --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [ Dagon Aldarian ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [ Black fire demon ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [ 27 ]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] -
[ Savage nature, bloodlust, and boundless cruelty ]
+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ He despises his entire family, having raised him to believe a lie, his brother for not understanding his need to make that lie a reality, for abandoning him. ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ homosexual]
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ He'll never tell]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [
Dagon was a loving and loveable child, he was raised a complete innocent and wanted nothing more than to venture out of his grandparents household to see the beautiful Utopia his nursemaids told tales of every night before he drifted off to sleep, that his mother and father would describe everytime they came home from their many trips. His father always seemed so tired as he did, their was a deep anguish always burning in his eyes, but young Dagon didnt recognize it. Despite being the younger brother, his brother Asmodeus or Az as he was affectionally called, usually did whatever Dagon desired, played the many games he made up. One night when they were teenagers he conspired a plan to sneak out the castle through the servants quarters to finally catch a glimpse of his Utopia, as he now called it.
They succeeded, and scampered down to the nearest village where their happy dream was shattered. They witnessed scantly clad woman with gaping holes instead of teeth and tangled masses of hair trying to sell their bodies, even offering themselves to the young princes, promising to take them to a secret place and 'be kind' to them for as long as they wanted, there was a burglary just outside the tavern which was filled with a bunch of drunkan brawlers and on their way home, Asmodeus' pocket was picked and all their money stolen. Something in Dagon snapped that night. He cried for a long while as they walked back to the castle, but by the time they reached the gates, his eyes were dry and he was filled with a righteous rage.
The boys retired to their rooms for the night, but Asmodeus couldn't sleep, he tossed and turned, finally giving up and going down to the library. he strolled through the aisles, finally ending up on a stretch of shelf that contained tomes of dark magic. They were well hidden, he and Asmodeus were never allowed in here without escort so they were always carefully led away from the nasty little books. He felt rebellios, enraged, reaching to the top shelf, he pulled down an ornate little book, etched with little golden spirals.
If the world was so evil, so corrupt, perhaps he ought to give it a taste of its own medicine, teach it a lesson, use cruelty to wipe out the evil and replace it with good. His blue eyes danced with madness, his entire family had betrayed him, save one, Asmodeus. His heart lifted, his big brother loved playing the games he made up, went with him anywhere, Asmodeus would help, would understand. Asmodeus would play this little game with him. He turned to one of the last paged in the little book, a page stamped with a warning from the crown. The most beautiful man was pictured there in finite detail and color, the picture smiled at him, red magic danced at his fingertips. Dagon smiled back at the picture, now here was a demon with power, much different than the twisted misshapen masses he had passed on his way to this page. He spoke the words of power, feeling their fiery heat slide over his tongue. He heard laughter like the chime of bells, it was a beautiful, triumphant, and unbearably cruel sound. The man now stood before him in a ring of blackened stone, smoke rose from the floor where he stood, and his red flames tasted the air. The demon smiled down at him almost kindly, but his eyes were full of something else, an emotion Dagon could not yet identify. The demon knelt, his eyes looked at though someone had poured molten silver into them, they shined, his pupils were slitted, like his brothers, a trait he had always found unnerving, but he was dazzled, the demon's black hair fell foreword to tickle his face as he moved closer. "What is it you require of me master?" his breath smelled like honey blossoms and crushed mint. His smoothly curved fangs glistened in the lamplight as he spoke. His tongue darted out of his mouth to taste the air, he smiled knowingly. "I shall come back to your room with you young master, I think I know what you want, we can discuss the other, nastier business later hmm?" He led Dagon out of the library with a warm hand resting on his shoulder, and somehow found the way to his room. Dagon spared a darting glance down the hallway and regained some color when he saw no one was there. When he turned around, the demon was stretched out on the bed like a cat, he had removed his shirt, it lay discarded on the floor. Dagon's chest tightened at the sight, along with the fit of his trousers, he had never experienced a feeling like this for anyone, he turned his nose up at girlsm assuming he was still to young for them to turn his head despite his nineteen years of age. He walked over to the bed nervously, and sat down at his edge. The demon leaned over and smoothly unbuttoned his shirt, pushing him down on his back as he did so and leaning over him with a wicked smile. What followed need not be put into words.
The next morning, Dagon rose early regretting to venture from his warm bed where Hael was still sleeping. At least he thought the demon was sleeping, he found it hard to tell, They had a deal, and it would start with this deed. Hael was powerful, but not as powerful in the human world, he required an occasional sacrifice to sate his hunger and to acquire his full power in this dimension. Dagon smiled brutally, his lips were swollen from kisses and there were a few puncture wounds on his neck. The long scratches down his back bled sluggishly, he wore only a pair of black breeches and carried only a wickedly sharp longsword gifted to him the night before.
He slaughtered the castle that morning, staining the cobblestone and making the gutters run red with blood. His father and mother he imprisoned using a curse Hael had given him, his brother he spared, only locking him in the room to prevent him from interfering before the situation could be explained.
He rose to power, Hael at his right side, and an honored place at his left for Asmodeus, but his brother betrayed him, cursed him, abandoned him.
He wondered if he had done something wrong the night his brother left, was he making a mistake, but Hael soothed his with his words and his various other talents. By the time Asmodeus returned with his forces years later, Dagon was a changed man, a harder man, and he decided to give his brother a demonstration of the power he wielded. He killed the force he'd brought with him, Hael was watching, shielded from a corner, he laughed as Dagon ripped through the terrified ranks of the rebellion single handedly. When Dagon removed the binding from Asmodeus, his shock and hatred cut him deep, he hated feeling this way, so he banished him and allowed Hael to bind Asmodeus in a curse. When he saw the way it twisted his brother, when he realized the terrible truth of what Hael had done to his honorable Asmodeus, he laughed, let his brother suffer for causing him pain.
Also all I have for now ]
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:56 pm
~[hero of heroes]~  + --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [Abbadon Aldarian ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [ ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [ 49 ]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] -
[]
+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ heterosexual]
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ Princess Enalla Aldarian~deceased ]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [ ]
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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 6:03 pm
+ --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [ Aelita Sabine ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [ ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [22]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] -
[]
+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ heterosexual ]
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ No one, and at this rate, it never will ]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [ ]
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 7:24 pm
 more finished pic will come later (this is her when she emerges from the lotus) Name-Asillin Lotus sex- Female Age- young >> race- Crystal Guard powers- she feels no pain. and is nearly indestructible. she heals rapidly and can take massive amounts of damage. she summons crystals and uses them shields to protect others or herself. weaknesses- she is born with a crown of crystals on her head. when she takes a large enough amount of damage, one of the crystals will break or even shatter. when they all break she will die. but her biggest weakness is her master. she is so eager to please she will do anything for him/her. she is very emotionally affected by her master, if he/she is disappointed or mad at her she will fall into a depression and may even cause trouble for herself. over all keep her happy. sexual orientation- either. but once she picks a master she stays with them for life. heart belongs to- her master Vayne background- Asillin is born from a crystal lotus. the lotus is made by an un-named scientist who has used magic and science to create what he believes to be the perfect being.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 2:01 pm
 + --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [ Hiro Kessaku ] + --- [ My Race is ] - [Elfish Psychic] + --- [ Age.. ] - [48] + --- [ I belong to... ] - [ The Rebellion (But that’s a secret that I only tell to my closest friends ^^)] + --- [ Beware of my... ] - [Mad Skillz in defensive fighting, and fierce love making.] + --- [ I really dislike... ] – [Seeing a female in pain… Especially beautiful ones. ;-;] + --- [ My sexual Orientation... ] - [ Depends on which way I’m laying... I guess] + --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ Aelita…. But in the meantime, we can play ^_-.] + --- [ Description!] ] - [ Basically, My father was forced into bed with many’a’women and my mom just happen to be one of the lucky ones that got pregnant. I was born in a world of sex slaving, and Since I was so pretty… I was taught how to please both men and women. Thankfully, when I was 15 years old, My father learned about me and took me away from that horrible place. He taught me a mere fraction of his knowledge, then sent me to a friend “Vaine” Who taught me to weild a sword, then at the age of 18 I was on my own. I met a man named Asmodeus, and became good friends with him. I learned of his past, and joined his rebellion against his brother. However, something went terribly wrong one day and he got turned into a troll… Now, I’ve taken his place as the temporary leader of the rebellion, and am currently on the most dangerous mission yet; befriending the enemy. I must learn the secrets of the curse on Asmodeus so I can reverse it and get the Rebellion’s leader back.] + --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [ I Prefer women… And I would really prefer to not be killed any time soon… for those who are reading…(>> Auren.)] + --- [ Who's pullin' your strings? ] - [ Akuma_Kessaku ]
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 4:22 pm
+ --- [ Hi, my name is ]-(Virgo Millus, but most people call me Vermillion)
+ --- [ My Race is ]-(dragon of the mist)
+----[age] (261)
+---[I belong to] neutral for the moment, but the right moment might come along to change my mind.
+---[I really dislike] people wanting to kill me because of what I am or what i won't do for them.
+---[My sexual Orientation] Seriously, why are you asking me this question, isn't this rather personal a question for our first meeting. However, if you just dying to know, I like females only.
+---[description] My life history now, gee your just full of questions today aren't ye, but I like you so i'll give you a peek. I had many ambitions as a youth, philosopher, tried it, and I failed at it. So I took up being a soldier, and found out my temper got me into trouble there so I had to resign that job or end up losing my head. I got into crafting and found i wasn't that bad at it, and settled into making custom weapons. I traveled to learn from some of the best smiths, and learned through trial and error what enchantments work best for a particular style of metal. I share my learned secrets with no one, and I live alone atop a mountain shrouded in constant mist.
(what I look like in a human form) I would be six feet, one inch tall, I have a built upper body from smithing, rock hard abs, well toned legs. I don't exactly give myself a haircut, so my brown hair is long, and keep it tied back if i'm working on hot metal. I keep my face clean shaven, and dress normally in light cotton clothing because of the heat I'm around. I have a collection of disguises I use when i make deliveries to customers.
I prefer the comfort of silk shirts, and only wear them when I'm not working. I basically wear them for my deliveries under whatever disguise i happen to be using, and more or less like loose fitting pants as well. I sometimes mis match colors, and most of the time i am out of the trends.
(dragon side)
I'm about half the size of Tolly, have a thick tough hide rather then scales, I can grasp objects in my front arms, but cannot with my hind legs. I can stand on my hind legs, but walking that way is difficult so normally I don't. My eyes are yellow, and my horns have been sawed off but have grown out enough to make the slight curve downward to follow the back of my head. the two large teeth at the tip of my jaw curve back slightly towards my lower jaw. A old chip missing out of my left has grown down to near the tip that is kept sharp by grinding it against stone from time to time.
From my elbows down on both forearms are Tattoo's that wrap around the arm down to the wrist, comprised of flowing lines and intricate symbols, and there is no other markings on my body.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 6:36 pm
  Anabel on tektek^^ + --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [ Anabel Grey] + --- [ My Race is ] - [ Fairy.] + --- [ Age.. ] - [ Unknown ] + --- [ I belong to... ] - [ Unknown ] + --- [ Beware of my... ] - [Innocence, and ability to turn every man in my small village in Nictaros against you.] + --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ Being underestimated due to my handicaps] + --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ Straight.] + --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ No one yet… However, I have a huge crush on Vaine.] + --- [ [bDescription! ] - [ Anabel was a beautiful fairy, but when Dagon took over everything, a group of his mages sealed her wings. Now she has no power, is almost completely blind, and has a shortened life span] + --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [ Though Anabel has no power, she still has her incredible gift of growing things. Which has saved her many times financially.] + --- [ Who's pullin' your strings? ] - [ Akuma_Kessaku ]
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:54 pm
Mah post fo mah bitchin characters. Commin' soon.
+ --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [ Arion Blackthread ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] - [Black Elf ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [ Hn?]
+ --- [ Beware of my... - [ Bitchin' knowledge of the human(oid) anatomy, playboy nature, ability to hit on anything with (or without, in some cases) a pulse, etc. ]
+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [ heterosexual]
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [ ]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [ ]
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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 7:29 pm
 + --- [ Hi, my name is ] - [ Lady Ardina ]
+ --- [ My Race is ] Unknown, one of the long lived races [ ]
+ --- [ Age.. ] - [ 512, quite young in terms of her people ]
+ --- [ Beware of my... ] -
[Scythe: Forged with the finest steel, this deadly blade is finished with an exquisitly ornate leaf shaped blade.
Katana :
Crafted specifically for her, the blade is black, rimmed in an eerie blood-red gem. Somehow the edge remains sharp. it is very slim blade, the weathered black hilt is wrapped in leather to provide a better grip. A battered crystal is embedded in the hilt, it may once have been valuable but is no longer after decades of hard use.
Ardina is one of the few of her family gifted with a powerful, near complete link to the darkness' energy. As a result, she excels at all sorts of dark magic, mostly involving shadow. A good example are her twin blades, weapons made of shadow. Illusions are as easy for her as they are for her sister, as is bending shadow in any fashion. she's capable of controlling it so well, she can give it a physical manifestation.
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Her weapon of choice would be a Scythe but in case that doesn't do the job, she is equally skilled with the katana. She has a love for exotic weapons, such as bladed-fans (she usually has a pair on her person) but those require great strength, she can't wield them without the aide of magic.
(She is able to infuse her weapons with magic, she usually just sets them afire. The fans can be wielded with great effect when she does this. )
Her battle armor consists of black plating neatly trimmed in silver. It is quite comfortable, fitting almost like a second skin, and allows for easy movement, but the most important factor is that it is light while at the same time offering maximum protection. There are some places that are considered weak points; the thighs, feet and beneath the arms. Of course one who is very skilled with a weapon might bypass those areas and slip a weapon between the plating anywhere they wish.
-She has power to create very convincing and realistic illusions that fool not only sight, but all the other senses as well, including touch. No one knows how dangerous these illusions actually are (or whether they are actually illusions). These illusions are even more convincing due to Ardina's rather in depth knowledge of the world, she is very observant. She can mimic people down to the finest details (including voice), details which few people in the world would notice.
-She has the power to bewitch people, causing them to be attracted to her despite their misgivings, it is not exactly an active power. She seems to do it without even thinking, some sort of natural defense bred into her bloodline.
She has the gift of persuasion: She uses her powers to help sway people to her bidding when she speaks. She doesn't have to be talking about the subject, she just has to be speaking. She could be asking you to make her a sandwich, but what she's really saying is 'kill your brother,' sort of like subliminal messaging.
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+ --- [ I really dislike... ] - [ ]
+ --- [ My sexual Orientation is... ] - [Bisexual, although she tends to go more for males, she likes experimenting on occasion.]
+ --- [ My heart belongs to.. ] - [Ardina has never had any kind of serious romantic feelings for any person though she was once betrothed. She takes interest in very few people and will occasionally take one of her little toys to bed, but she keeps her heart safely locked away.]
+ --- [ Got anything else to share? ] - [
Ardina is tiny, just over five feet tall and weighs slightly less then a hundred pounds. Her waist length hair is a golden blond and falls in a cascade of loose wispy curls to reach her slim waist, she enjoys dying it on occasion.
Emerald, slit pupiled, eyes framed with thick black lashes shine out of a beautiful face with delicately angled, slightly feral features and rosy lips. Her simple beauty can take the breath away from any who see her. Her voice is silky and clear, and her eyes flash with a fierce intelligence that goes well beyond the years she appears to be.When in her most common form, and when not in battle, she often wears a wispy dress of variegated shades of green and gold dancing across its gauzy surface, its folds and points always drifting eerily in an unseen breeze.
Ardina looks at the world as an art critic might view a painting in a museum: pretty, yes, but hardly useful and filled with flaws. Its an intangible thing to her, merely another rest stop on the way to that lovely, restful thing known as death. She tends to be fickle in her loyalties, often flitting back and forth between one person or idea and another. The only thing that is final in Ardina's life and opinion is the end of that life. All things die, for that is how the world works. It is the only thing she believes in and trusts. That isn’t to say she rushes toward it or forces others into it; actually, she believes the idea of death to be wasted if we haven’t been through the hell of life yet. To her, death isn’t a bleak and dismal inevitability—it is a release. And no release can be truly appreciated if we haven’t faced hardship and difficulty on the way toward receiving it. She is one of those strange people who truly cannot be classified as either good or evil. She sits on the fence, directly centered in that mysterious gray area. Although she doesn’t have any sort of “live life to the fullest” idealism, she doesn’t see the point of simply floating through life listlessly. If she is going to experience this step on the way to eventual death, she wants to truly feel it. This want and need drives her to aesthetics. However, she also enjoys experiencing the grim and horrifying. She can find equal beauty in a sunset and slaughter, show appreciation for both the ocean and a drowning victim, or express simultaneous joy at a birth and a grisly death. And always with a disturbingly acceptance that many find too macabre to bear.
Ardina has always been the strong silent type. She has a hard time growing attached to anyone or letting herself get too close to others. She socializes when the time calls for it, but she's still very distant and uncaring. Cold, some would call her, heartless even. Others would say she was just a bit shy. A strange woman indeed. She is sadistic and seductive, a woman who toys with a man's heart should she have the chance. The woman can be an independent one, and a bit of a b***h, for lack of better word. Ardina cuts a dark and mysterious figure to say the least, Her cynical nature and morbid sense of humor often drive people away more than attract them. ]
+ --- [ family. - [Arkan (Father) Milana(Sister)
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