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CuddlyDeathPrincess Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 2:24 am
 My strings are pulled by... CuddlyDeathPrincess
You can call me... Katherine Marie Criss
I've lived through... When asked she says twenty... but age is unknown
See me as a... Of the Blessed Ones
I can assure you, I am... Female
I would call myself... supposedly Heterosexual
I tend to be... Quiet, thoughtful, Frightened, Weak
My tale begins with... Katy's life wasn't always so dull. She was the daughter of a well know high priest, who was said to be immortal. The god, he worshipped, blessed the priest and his only daughter with long life. This allowed the man to enjoy the girl's childhood for a long period of time. As wet nurse the priest bought a broken fairy. The fairy whose name is Margret secretly hated the old man, because of his persistence that she converts to his faith. One night, unknown to Katherine, the leaders of their faith held a ceremony binding Margret to the faith. Soon after her “conversion” the priest started to fall ill. The broken fairy finding her way of revenge by poisoning everything she could. After some time, he was bed ridden and was unable to speak. The made him unable to warn his daughter of his killer. At this time Margret didn't see the need to kill of the daughter, for she thought that once the old man was dead she could run free.
She was wrong, only to find in the man's last will and testament that he had made it so that Margret, a long with the whole house, went to his daughter. Now, the broken fairy's murderous eye turned to the art and earth loving girl, whose heart is broken over her father’s death. Also in the will there was a clause that Katherine must go out, alone, and find a new slave as a protector upon his death. Now the otherwise sheltered girl has
I want a collar with... Blue, Purple, or Pink seems to be best suited with charms of Shield.
Expect me to be... Gentle, not very demanding, Needy at times, Doesn't like being alone
My property is called... N/AThe left wing is closed and has been closed since the death of Katherine’s father. Most of the décor in the house is very colorful and bright. But since it is a castle there are many gothic and dark rooms.  Main floor
When on first steps in there is a little passage before entering the house, many would describe it as the coat room or greeting room. In addition to the décor seen in the picture there couch of dark red and a long table with many vases of flowers.
Upon entering once may see the grand stair case leading up to the three levels of the house and the roof of the castle.
To left side there is a large library that is two stories tall and had a door way into the old master's bed room. It has gone untouched by Kathrine since the day her father died.
There is also a grand ballroom on the left side. It is also has a two story high celing and a small stair case and ledge for the old master of the house to stand on when giving lectures, announcements, and grand entrances. It has gone untouched as well.
Directly to the right when entering is a large sitting room. With a small book case there filled with Katherine’s favorite stories.
There is the main dinning room, for entertaining guests that used to frequent the home. As well as the more popularly used dinning room. Second floor
The left wing hasn't been occupied or touched by anyone since the owners death.
The right wing is where Katherine lives. Her bedroom is quiet large. The decor is thus but in shades of pale or pastel green, blues, and purple.
Her father designed her parlor. It leads to her room which is more her style.
Down the hall there is a dance studio down the hall. Along with a music room and a room that is dedicated to drawing, painting, and sculpting. Third floor
This is where the servants of the house stay.
Margret's room is very gothic, both the bedroom and her small connected Parlor.
The room that has been cleared and cleaned for the new slave is very plain.The back yardIs a large and extensive garden . With a rose garden that leads to the maze.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 2:26 am
There was a fear that was deep within the frail dancer's frame that sat in the back of a limo. The soft blonde haired girl hadn't been out of her house by herself for a good ten years. Ever since her father started to get sick she didn't leave his side. There along with her father's faithful slave, Margret, Katherine had stayed for years. The broken fairy and her self had fed soup to her father everyday, trying to nurse him back to health. But nothing neither she nor Margret seemed to try worked. In fact some of the things that they tried only seemed to make matters worse. The long limbed delicate girl watched as her father succumbed to the sickness, passing away what seemed like a short time to the female. Now she was truly all alone in the world, well except for Margret and a couple of servants that had been left to her.
After her father died it was made known that all of those under her father's service were now hers. Her father had written the will in the old language of their god, which could only be read by the highest of priests and priestesses. That part had been read in the common tongue of the world. The rest of the will, however, was sent and was read over by a high priest in the country a bit away from the home she and her father had created together since her mother died. It was not soon after the first part of Katherine’s father’s will was read, that she started to become ill herself. Margret was constantly by her side and was now nursing the frail ‘young’ girl. It took about a month for another part of the will to be read. It was then that the purple eyed girl was informed of another part of the will that needed to be completed.
It was this part of the will that had given the reason for Katherine to be out of her home. Out of the one place of comfort she knew. The place she only known for so long. Her father had made sure that her up bringing was such that she didn't experience the evils of the out side world. The only civilization that she had seen was that of the town that was about a five hour drive away. It had taken ten hours to get to the city where the second part of the will was needed to be complete. And before leaving her apartment again she took a nights rest at a hotel. To her surprised in the morning she felt a lot better than she had in that last month... at least physically.
Emotionally the Blessed female was a wreck. All sorts of questions seem to pop up here and there as she got ready to perform the task given to her. Why had her father request her to get a new slave? Why should they be able to protector? Where was the need for it? She had the broken fairy what else did she need? Where was the unseen danger? Katherine couldn't see it even as the limo rolled to its slow stop.
Her breath quickened as the door opened to let her out side. Stepping out into the sun the indigo eyes blinked up. "Father, please guide me to the one," she breathed as she took graceful steps up to the door. "I don't know what I am to look for or what I am to find. Please guide me to who you think is right," she breathed and then with a mighty push to open the door, her thin tutu like skirt whipped around a bit. The door was opened by a guard that smiled a little bit to her asking what was painfully obvious, did she need help. Katherine started to tell of what she needed in a voice almost to quiet to be heard. The guard could only hear that she needed a protector. “Come along then,” he said leading her to an evaluator that brought her up to the fourth floor. At the moment the guard thought of no better place to go. Perhaps she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. They would have to see.
Katherine was careful never to get too close to the guard. He would lead her where she needed to go and that was all that she needed. The long thin fingers of the female went to the bottom of her dress, fiddling with the fabric there. The elevator was quiet as they reached the appropriate level. It dinged softly and opened slowly to show off the delicate female. The light behind her framed her beautifully. With hesitant steps she started inside, and the door slammed. There was no turning back for her at that point. Katherine was going to find what her father wanted even if she didn't understand.
Katherine stepped much like a ballerina into the rows of cages. The foot that went out toe to heal, the foot was slightly rotated out ward. Her long thin arms were slightly behind her with the wrists and finger pointed out from her body too. It was a very tentative and questioning walk. The sky blue taffeta tutu rustled softly as she took each step deeper into the shop. Her deep purple eyes danced from one cage to the other, around the room, to the only window. Gulping a little she whispered, "This place is so..." The girl stopped not knowing the right word for it and the fear that someone would hear her. "So dark and frightening," she breathed softly as she brought her hands up crossing them to hold her shoulders as if to protect herself for the darkness she was walking into. It was as eerie and dark to her as the hall her father used to live in.
The shop was intimidating to the thin girl. If it had been a year or two before her father's decay she would probably be dancing down the aisles talking to the random slaves that stayed locked inside. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would burst. "I must find some place to lean against," she said to herself as she looked around to a spot where she didn't see many people.
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CuddlyDeathPrincess Vice Captain
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