My strings are pulled by... CuddlyDeathPrincess
You can call me... Amilia "Amy" Lovelend
I've lived through... twenty three
See me as a... Human
I can assure you, I am... Female
I would call myself... Flexible.
I tend to be... Loud, Opinionated, Bad Tempered, Rather obsessive over Ja…the person she happens to like, Jealous, Rude, Very Physical.
My story begins... Amy was born to a rather influential if not tyrannical mob type family. They had a grip over a country or two, and were rather wealthy by illegal means. Being that she was the youngest of the “family” leader, Amy had always enjoyed getting exactly what she wanted. All too soon it came to her attention that if she whined to Daddy that she would get it for her. Thus after years of training Amy became the biggest spoiled brat in quiet arguably the world. And as long as daddy was around it would be so.
During her child hood she took up many hobbies. Horse riding, she became quite good but soon got bored. Fencing, very boring full of rules she didn’t want to keep. Drawing, it stuck but she didn’t study it. The teachers were holding her creativeness back. And she wanted them gone… Daddy made it so. Another thing that stuck and she thoroughly enjoyed was marksmanship. Boy did Amy like her guns. As soon as she learned to shoot she received training in all sorts of guns. Now daddy wasn’t the only one that could get her what she wanted.
Amy was attractive to be sure and many of boys wanted her. Through the years she had many of boy friends. But not one broke up with her. They didn’t have the time too. Sure a few young bucks said that they would date her for the soul purpose of breaking up with her, but none kept their threat as they started to date her. It was when she was in between boyfriends that Amy’s wondering eyes fell upon the demon known as Jack. The moment she saw him she knew that she wanted him. While he stayed with her father she fallowed him like a love sick puppy. Soon enough they started a relationship, but Jack wouldn’t be like every other man in her life. He always seemed to not give her what she wanted. This excited her and disappointed her. Determined to train him to be the perfect boyfriend she made her father not give him any work for a whole 3 months.
The spent hours together, and Amy was sure that she was making progress when Jack said, “Your father hasn’t given me any work in a couple of months.” Which she replied, “Yes, I know. I asked him not to.” “WHAT!” he had roared at her before backing away. “You do not meddle in my business.” “But Jacky-poo,” A nickname he had grown to hate “I did it for us!” “There is no us!” Jack said with a bit of annoyance before leaving not only the room but the entire building. Shocked at this Amy just sat there.
That had been when Amy was twenty. Amy found she couldn’t stop thinking of him. She couldn’t bring herself to ask her father to get rid of him as a hired gun for the family, for how else would she ever get to see him? Now at twenty three she is obsessed with getting him back though he won’t even recognize that they even dated.
