ғeel free to call me. . .
Hey, My name is Astrythir deBellemare, but you can call me Astrythir or Astryth
υnless you're blind, you should see that I'm. . .
A female dark elf, duh haha
чou think I'm 12!? No, I'm. .
18...Jeez..I am not THAT small and young looking. But I guess all Dark Elves look young
The υniverse welcomed me on. . .
September 24, I am a stereotypical Libra.
α lot of people say I'm. . .
Pretty sensitive. I am very easily upset, upset meaning mad or sad. You can tell I am upset when my eyes turn a darker shade of red, almost back, and my ears twitch. When I am upset, I tend to snap at anyone who seems to be bothering me or at the person who upset me. Other than that I am pretty friendly. I am smart, and clever, and am never outsmarted, I have a very keen mind and I am pretty witty, I am pretty good at making friends too, I am pretty enjoyable to be around when I am not being moody. I am severely artsy, and make beautiful pieces of art, I dress very artsy too, which sometimes people feel looks odd and I end up being misunderstood. And you will most likely find me in a mirror admiring my red eyes, dusky purple complexion, and raven colored hair that cascades down my back, I like to wear it in big bouncey pigtails with bangs, its a cute look.
can you blame me for what I am now? After all, I grew up. . .
In Durem. I lived in a tall dark gothic style home with my artsy mother, She was a Dark Elf too. Beautiful and kind, with raven colored hair like my own, and bright yellow eyes. My father, whom was human, had died of sickness when I was young. My mother tried all she could to save him, but she did not prevail. After his death I had become very sensitive and felt very alone. My mother had stopped painting for a long time, and her sunshine eyes had dimmed. She was not herself for a long time. But 3 years later, I was out and about the streets of my neighborhood, and stumbled upon a sewer that had been flooded. I heard some squeaking, and not cute squeaking, a terrified squeaking, and I saw two little hands on the sewer bars the covered the hole. I walked closer, it was a drenched rat. If he let go he would drown, I looked around to make sure no one was looking, and I scooped the little creature up from the sewer and wrapped him in the scarf I was wearing. Once he was home, my mother was instantly infatuated with the sewer water drenched animal, we (my mother and I) Gave him a bath in warm water to make his temperature warm up and to make him squeaky clean, and wrapped him in a warm towel by the fire. I sat him in my lap and looked up at my mother, I asked her, "Mommy....may I keep him...? I am always so lonely and have no friends here, I want a friend mommy..." She looked at me, her eyes bright once again, and she said yes. For years my mother and I were happy, and I and my rat, whom I named Nereus, which means "wet one". I am with him now and he is coming with me to Fuyu Academy. He and I both have discovered that we both have magical ability, I seem to be able to see future things in my mind, mind read, and am able to complete minor spells for around the house, or healing. Nereus on the other hand, he can speak and perform healing and soothing spells. We want to train ourselves to better them and control our power. My mother is proud and cannot wait to see what we are capable of. This is why we chose to come to Fuyu, and hoped that here, I would not be discriminated against due to my race. A lot of schools have turned me down because I am a Dark Elf and they will not have it. I am hoping here I will be accepted for who I am, and will be treated just as any other student would.
αbilities? Yeah, I have . . .
the ability to see the future, not too far but like, I can see the coming week, and I can also read minds and have the ability to complete minor spells
I aםore. . .
○ Rats
○ Candy/Soda
○ Magic
○ Art
єvery time one of these come into my life, things just go downhill . . .
○ death
○ being made fun of or seeing others being made fun of
○ math
○ licorice
мy House, Dorm, and Homeroom are. . .
House: N/A
Dorm: N/A
Homeroom: Art
чou see, I'm controlled by . . .
BeeberQueen heart
