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 Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 3:06 pm
Rules.
● Don't post.
● Don't steal.
● Stop breathing.
● Get out.
● Especially you, Bernice.
● Have a nice day!
Characters.
● Aislynn Somnus.
● Arianny Jovanovich.
Dorms.
● Aislynn Somnus: Not available.
● Arianny Jovanovich: Not available.
Crushes.
● Aislynn Somnus ❤ Your mom.
● Arianny Jovanovich ❤ everyone.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 4:54 pm
Ask to use picture. Aislynn Somnus Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. »» Birth Certificate Basics«« began to grace the world » January third, nineteen ninety five.
sixteen« years ago.
I was a bouncing baby » girl
I pay the price of... »forgetting people easily.
»» The ins and outs of living «« What makes life worth while »
Dream Journals.
The dark.
Cold winter nights.
Staring at the sky.
The feel of grass beneath her feet.
Sleep.
The freedom to do what she wants.
Dreams.
Charles, my best friend.
What makes death welcome »
Reality TV.
Spoiled Brats.
Reality.
Attention whores.
Whores.
Stupid People.
Spiders (Arachnophobia).
Diseases (Pathophobia).
My story reads » All my life, I lived with my family, a brother, a mom and a dad, we had a great life in a nice home, we lived in Ireland. I was born and raised in Dublin, went to a prestigious school, I was extremely popular and had really good grades, all the teachers loved me. I had the most amazing friends, they were all so fantastic and nice, they were gorgeous and helped me meet my amazing boyfriend. Well, my ex boyfriend.
My family and I used to move around a lot though, we went to Scotland, Sweden, all sorts of places to see what it was like, they were all such beautiful places. I'll never forget them but it was then, my mom saw a flier for Fuyu and sent me packing right away.
I lied. That was all a dream.
I don't remember a lot of my life, besides knowing that my parents were scared away by my antics, I used to shout at them not to do stuff that I thought would harm me because of this guy, Charles, he told me if I let them control my life, they would end me. Charles always helped me, he's the only one I've got, he always understood me and saved me from times of despair and loneliness. He came with me to Fuyu, he told me people would accept me here and he wanted to come along to make sure I was okay and to help me.
That's how I ended up here.
The genre is »
I always reinvent myself when I get tired of being the same person, it's never fun to be the same, I like changing and being a new person. I'm very dependant on Charles though, I'll never let go of him, I think without Charles, life would no longer be worth it. Sometimes, I can get a little suicidal but Charles usually stops me from hurting myself or other people. Or other times, I can be really happy and cheery, talking to everyone I come across and smiling at them. Sometimes, I like to isolate myself.
I always change.
»» Miscellaneous «« Taste the rainbow » Pink and brown.
Powers » she thinks she has powers, but she really doesn't. She thinks she can detach her body from her soul and walk around, but it only happens in her mind since she suffers from Dissociative Depersonalization.
Her actual power is manipulating dolls, all sorts of them from barbies to kokeshi dolls. She can change their appearance, size, colors with limited magic and make them real, make them disappear. She's kind of like a puppeteer.
Soundtrack of your life » Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day
╔══════════════╗ YaniieSky ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 8:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 4:02 am
● 【 :: Ｙ ａ ｎ ｉ ｉ ｅ :: 】 Pictures I will be using, so try not to use/steal. If used in this guild after me, I will throat punch you and your mother figure or if I find you using these exact ones , throat punch, ******** src="https://i588.photobucket.com/albums/ss322/Emmy_Live_Love_Laugh/garyoaksgirth.png" class="user_img" alt="User Image" /> by Hachiyuki as Vegas after.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 5:01 pm
Ask to use picture. Arianny Rhianne Jovanovich Being a sex symbol was rather like being a convict. »» Birth Certificate Basics«« began to grace the world » April nineteenth, nineteen ninety five.
fifteen« years ago.
I was a bouncing baby » girl.
I pay the price of... » not having much self control.
»» The ins and outs of living «« What makes life worth while »
Men.
Dim lighting.
Energy.
Cold weather.
Dark.
Herself.
What makes death welcome »
Her father.
Failure.
Having no energy.
Houses of prayer.
Extremely bright lighting.
Prettier women.
My story reads » I was a young, normal girl with two happily married parents and two older sisters that happen to be twins - we were an every day family, we went to the church, we went to school, our parents went to work, we had dinner together. My father was a priest and my mother was a real estate agent, a peculiar couple but happy together nonetheless, they joked and laughed together, they loved us, they loved each other. I was born when the twins were seven, they refused to believe I was their sister and told the nurses to 'give them their brother' but I don't hold it against them, they were children, right?
Growing up, I went to a regular school and walked home with a group of friends every day since we lived nearby each other, they were the greatest friends to keep around. I would go home, watch television while eating a snack, do my homework, have dinner and go to bed at a set time - it was a mundane but happy life, I enjoyed every bit of it. As a fifteen year old, things were easy breezy, I was attractive, social, intelligent and my boyfriend was amazing but that was when things went awry. My mom had various clients but one day, she just seemed... different? She would mumble to herself but they weren't prayers, she would zone in and out of reality, she would leave at ungodly hours of the night, not returning in early in the morning - I resent the day I found out where she was going.
Things only got weirder, she would spend lengthy amounts of time staring at me, as if she was boring into my soul and tried to get close to me in peculiar ways, she hugged me very often and held me for long periods of time, whispering things into my ear. My suspicion piqued. I tried to wake up when my mother did at ungodly hours to try and follow her, I had many failed attempts. I found out she would go to a grassy hill where the moon shone brightly and clear, sit for hours as if waiting but after watching her from a distance, I decided to confront her in her secret place. She latched onto me, not even a hug, and began whispering demonic chants into my ears and things got ... crazy. I could see my mom's soul. It floated in front of me with glowing red eyes, boring into me and slowly, it began fusing into my body - starting from my head, down to my toes.
I could suddenly smell everything, hear everything, see everything - I didn't have the slightest clue what happened but my mother was dead and as quietly as I could, I returned home without a single word, I was afraid of being the one to blame for her death. My family mourned for a while, my father has never had the same smile that reached his eyes. Me and my boyfriend would go out on a constant basis to keep me away from morbid thoughts, it was when we went to Burger King when I discovered what was happening. I ate my favourites - onion rings but I had ran to the bathroom with feelings of nausea and threw up black liquid of some sorts. Terrified, I hid it from my boyfriend.
When I saw him, somethig inside of me wanted him, I found myself seducing him into the bathroom of a god damned Burger King - I now realize how disgusting that is - to engage in pleasures of the flesh. I felt a sudden rush of energy, I felt satisfied and it felt as if some sort of hunger in me was finally put to rest but it was a horrifying realization that I had killed yet another person that I held close to me. In silence, I left for the library to acquire information about my 'issue' and the only logical explanation I had come across was in the occult section.
I, Arianny Rhianne Jovanovich, had become a succubus.
I met the demands of my unsatiable hungry only occasionally to lay low, maybe once a week but the deaths were starting to cause horrible suspicion in the neighbourhood and I knew it was time for me to pack up and leave - it was perfectly set up, a letter had arrived from Fuyu, hoping I would attend and my father packed me up and sent me off.
Now, I'm here with an unsatiable hunger for men.
The genre is »
I'm what you call, a b***h? Or at least, I am now. I manipulate my way into the beds of mortal men, even women alike if I do so please - feelings mean nothing to me, I do what I can to live. I enjoy toying with the feelings of others though, humans are just my puppets on strings. I choose to leave a mysterious aura to myself - it raises my sex appeal and curiosity of those around me.
»» Miscellaneous «« Taste the rainbow » #a66f68.
Powers » enhanced senses that are practically useless in her opinion and the ability to drain energy through pleasures of the flesh.
Soundtrack of your life » Untitled.
╔══════════════╗ YaniieSky ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 5:06 pm
APPROVED~~~ /dances
and she's a wyvern, but you know that <3
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