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 Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 5:57 pm
 ❝ Do not forsake chances when they are granted/ ❞ I am Irial Veritenikkov
But I demand that you call me Iri
I'm not that old, I am Appears 26
Are you blind? I'm obviously Demon)
Here's an easy one, I'm Heterosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born December 17th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 6"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 220
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Black
Look closer, my eyes are Gray
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Ornate scales down my right arm, and a dragon across my left shoulder and arm X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with It doesn't matter
Painted These do not matter to me either
And a few other things, like Heart X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be I can be quite cruel and sadistic. Or at least,t hat's how I used to be. Ever since I lost Saya, I have maintained my sophisticated air, as well as my unpredictable shifts in mood and actions, but I am a bit softer with those I bring around. I am quite more civilized then most demons I am related to, or have been associated with. I do not tolerate insolence well, but I am not terribly violent either. Therefore, I believe a conversation can sort out an argument, rather then a fight, however, if a person comes swinging, I will not hesitate to restrain them. Male, female, or otherwise.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that Growing up was not easy. Through the centuries in my early life, I lived in a hostile environment that existed around a power struggle. There was no peace, and there was no safe zone. Relatives wouldn't hesitate to cut down another for their power. It was a terribly hostile environment, and I soon learned that if I couldn't protect myself from the simplest of threats, I wasn't goign to live long. I was robbed of a childdhood, as most would say. I had to fight to keep myself alive, and even after I separated myself from my kind to live among humans, I would have the occasional visitor that only wished to kill me for my title or power.
It wasn't until I'd lived among humans for a century that I longed for the companionship that I saw everywhere around me. Women flourished around me as though it were some game that were spun through their fingers. A waltz between men and women that were air-brained and frivolous, without a care in the world. Not even the whores were satisfying. Perhaps it was because they couldn't provide companionship. All I knew, was that I wasn't finding what I was searching for. So I set out for a slave, one that I could fin amusement from, whether I threw her about or gave her head gentle pats like some animal. All that mattered was the possession. the fact that she couldn't leave. I owned her, and she was mine.
Saya was my choice. A frail human girl that couldn't stand her own ground. She was helpless, and frightened when I revelaed to her what I was, and where I came from. When I took her dancing, she finally caved. It took wooing, and several weeks, but finally, when Saya looked at me, there was no fear. There was no animosity or rage. She had accepted her lifestyle here. I gave her the choice of a gift. I changed her from a frail human into a half demon. I gave her my strength. I gave her my heart. And she took it with her, when she was wooed away by another. I warned her. I even came looking for her, and she simply turned me away, not wanting to believe she was just a pawn to be used against me. She was destroyed, while i watched. While she screamed my name, I was unable to help her. I watched her die, screaming my named, begging for help and protection I had tried to give her, but no longer could deliver.
Her death changed me. It made me completely turn my back upon my own kind. How I hated demons of all sorts. How I couldn't stand those who called themselves my kin. It was a dreadful loss for them, as I kept reserved to myself. It took me quite a time before I could think of the idea of a companion again. However, that's what I headed to, and I can only hope it's prosperous.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Being Himself
ღ Female companionship
ღ Trees
ღ His gardens
ღ Coffee
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Being looked down upon
✘ Violence on Woman
✘ Talking about Saya
✘ His family
✘ Caviar X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Can change people into demons, among super reflexes, and a few other minor things.
Yes, there is some side things, like Still pining of Saya, no matter what delightful things Emiko brings out for me.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 6:06 pm
 ❝ Set me as a seal, upon your heart, for Love is strong as death. ❞ I am Lucian Padfoot
But I demand that you call me Luke
I'm not that old, I am Twenty Seven
Are you blind? I'm obviously An Animagus
Here's an easy one, I'm I'm Heterosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born July 15th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 4"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 200 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Blonde
Look closer, my eyes are Crystal Blue- Damn Near White
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Skull on my chest, various scars on chest arms, legs, back of my neck X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with Velvet, so they would willingly come.
Painted As long as they aren't red or black, then we're okay.
And a few other things, like A heart. Nothing else matters. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be I can be seen as a demanding person. I like things to go my way. There is no room for things to be in any other state then I have prescribed them. I am stuck in my ways, but that does not mean I am incapable of surprise and romance. I am simply the way I am. I shall not concede to the whims of some foolish female because she asks it of me. Although, I have a certain soft spot for this certain female, and she tends to make me bend to her whims, but only for her, otherwise, I am demanding and pushy and...who else cares? It's only her opinion that matters, as well as my own.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that I was born to a normal, human mother, and a father who shares my lineage. My father, being an animagus, he was not so unlike myself. The form being the only difference between us. He was a bird of prey, lingering in the skies. That is, until his death came upon him. Swift as night turns to day, my father was lost to myself and my mother. She raised me even more fiercely after his passing, insuring the utmost secrecy be kept about my powers as an animagus. This lasted until I became a man, and reached my adulthood. My mother's fierce heart finally gave way, and she was lain to rest beside my father. I have taken care of myself ever since. I have discovered recently, that I may purchase companionship, and that they may not leave my side. It is pleasing, this fact, as I long for any companion that will linger longer then finding what I am.
And so went, seeking that companionship that I desired to find, and indeed, found someone who actually wanted to come with me. Even though I paid for her freedom, she seemed to enjoy the fact that she would no longer be in a cage. She seemed to actually enjoy my company. And I am grateful that she seems to enjoy my company, because that means I will have a long term companion.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Running as an Elk
ღ Quiet nights in his home
ღ Chiemi
ღ The woods
ღ Chocolate
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Most Humans
✘ Being Condemned for being what he is
✘ Animal Slaughter
✘ Hunting for Sport
✘ Bitter things X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Being an animagus,Luke has the abilities to shift into an elk on his whims and wishes, whenever it pleases him.
Yes, there is some side things, like He's terrified of ruining his relationship with the beautiful Chiemi
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 2:11 am
 ❝ I call it as I ses it. I'm not exactly for the faint of heart. ❞ I am Reiner LaFey
But I demand that you call me Ren
I'm not that old, I am Appears twenty one, Really thousands of years
Are you blind? I'm obviously Dragon
Here's an easy one, I'm Pansexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born September 7th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5' 11"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 150 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Red-Brown
Look closer, my eyes are Ice Blue
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Scar over my right eye, Jagged scars down my back where my wings would appear X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with Leather or Chain. Come now, broken toys are not as much fun.
Painted Maybe Red, Black, if they wish to exhaust themselves, maybe even a pink if I got lucky.
And a few other things, like Sword, Halo, maybe a Ball of String X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be A d**k. I'm flirtatious, wild, and don't care much about what I do, or the consequences of my actions. no one can really stop me when it gets down to it, so i don't see the point in caring what others say. I'm brash and brazen. I'm proud, forceful and often arrogant. I don't really appreciate people, but am more materialistic. For heaven's sake, I am a dragon. I do horde my treasures! I'm blunt and speak truths. I don't lie to make people feel better. I am factual. I like things to go my way and can seem a bit bratty, but I'm not exactly immature. I'm just a jerk, and proud to be one. if you can't stand me, then get the hell away from me. No one asked for your opinion anyways.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that Once upon a time, thousands of years ago, who gives a s**t? No one needs a flowery introduction like that. I'm not a stupid pansy. I'm a fierce dragon. I was in a brood, a long time ago, and as is common knowledge, Dragon's don't have the best fertility rates. It's not like we exactly have set mother's and father's either. Dragons lay broods, and then dragon's sit on them. Sometimes, it's the same dragon who laid the egg, sometimes it's not. It isn't as if you can tell when you're still in the egg, so I don't know if it was my mother or not.I don't know if the other eggs in the brood were my siblings or not. I mean, if you want to go by how we have our society, they were my brood mates, which makes them my siblings. There was about twenty of us in the brood. Twenty eggs, that is. Only three of us caught. And only two of us survived. Myself, and my sister Aria. The third was named Brom, but he couldn't clear his egg. A hatchling that can't clear his egg, is dead. It's sort of a right of passage into the world. You don't pass, you don't live, and unfortunately for him, and whoever laid his egg, he died.
Growing up was awkward at sometimes. Learning you had parents, but not eve being able to tell who they were, or know directly about them. After all, dragon eggs look mighty similar when you lay them all together. It's not my fault dragon customs aren't that great. Anyways, you probably really don't give two shits about our customs, and I'm not going to waste my time explaining them to you when you probably won't understand them anyways. Aria and I were brought up well. We fought like crazy and often clung to the Dragon who sat upon the brood until we hatched. Or, so it was at first. On our three-hundredth birthday we reached full maturity, and gained our powers. I was a proud fire breather, but Aria, she was different. She didn't want to share her abilities at our coming out ceremony. She wanted to hide. Her scales were the color of Moon's glow, radiating and shimmering always, like the gem she was. As a human, the moon touched her hair and skin, creating a beautiful visage that I loved very much. Even as my sister, I loved her as any man loves a woman. It was not unnatural for our love, but she became distant once she matured fully.
When I found out she was an ice dragon, I didn't care. We could still be happy. Our powers may have fought, but we would be clear and even with each other. Aria started to pull away, my one companion in the darkness that often claimed me when I was brooding. Being a dragon was not easy, even though everyone seems to think it would be. Great, flying, magical dragons. Bah. No one knows anything. One night, raiders came and stormed our clutch. They killed many of our kind, wounding me, and taking the use of my right eye. Of course, many did not fight as dragon then. We fought as men, and as I struggled to protect my family, my mind was constantly on Aria. Was she safe? Was she free? Did she get away? That was probably what caused me to lose my focus. That's why I lost my eye. But instead of blaming her, I looked frantically for her.
Holed up she was, hiding from the invaders, shaking like a leaf. I got to her in time to check on her and make sure she was safe, but little did I know that I had led my attackers straight to her. In my blooded state, I was no match fro these invaders,and they quickly made sport of me, knocking me back and forth, while the invading clutch's leader came and found Aria. The screams were terrible as he laid claim to her, deciding she would be his own mate. She refused, and it only seemed to make him more appreciative of her, and instead, he struck her, beating her down into submission, even as she cried my name, and his men beat me, I watched as she was taken away, crying and screaming...but she was just a woman. one forma long time ago. She doesn't matter.
I left my clutch after that, to be my own man and dragon, and developed a taste for the flesh of beautiful women. I made out well on my own, finding my own home, and a lovely horde of treasure. I even went as far as to have a harem once, but that was just messy. Too many women vying for attention I didn't care to give them, so instead, I abandoned them, and decided I should only keep one pet at a time. one that interests me immensely. After all, they would get old and burn away into husks, and when i no longer had use, I would need to move on. This was not a bother to me. it was simply the way things played out. I am a fierce dragon. I don't need anyone permanent. I can choose my companions, keep them until they can no longer serve me, and then move on, and that is how I prefer it.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Flying
ღ The Sea
ღ Women
ღ Treasure
ღ The Sun
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Ignorant Humans
✘ Liars and Cheats
✘ Thieves
✘ Captivity
✘ Other's thinking he is Handicapped X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can He can fully shift into a Dragon form and breathe fire. He can also fly, and is able to occasionally glimpse bits of the future, though they often do not make sense to him until they happen.
Yes, there is some side things, like His eyes, whether in human for, or in dragon form, are always split pupiled, and the same color.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 7:06 pm
 ❝ At my feet, Dog. ❞ I am Calista Elizabeth Reverence
But I demand that you call me Mistress, Mistress Calista
I'm not that old, I am Ageless, Appears 21
Are you blind? I'm obviously A Demoness
Here's an easy one, I'm Pansexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born The ninth day of the ninth moon (September 9th) X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5' 11"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 140
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Black
Look closer, my eyes are Crimson
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Red tribal tattoo on the left side of my stomach X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with Leather or Chain
Painted Red
And a few other things, like Star, Ball of String, Heart X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be A real b***h. I'm quite good at getting what I want, as I'll expect no less. I'm dedicated to my profession as an animal trainer, working specifically with supernatural beasties. They're simply my favorite, and probably the only thing I'll go soft for. That given, my animals see my cruelty, as well as my love. To all others I am cold. I am constantly calculating, and think often strategically, as one must in the field of taming. I can detach easily, but prefer to give my attention to one lovely little beastie at a time, and am loyal to those I care for. I am a true pain in the a** to those who get on my bad side, and make life a living hell for those I dislike strongly. I'm determined, fierce, and strong, capable of much more than many expect.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that Long ago, when the earth was till young, and angels and demons fought for purchase on the scarred earth, there was a large fire. It burned with the greatest brilliance of all, but it was blacker then the souls of the most evil and aggressive demons. It is from this fire that I was created and birthed onto the world. Of course, those who watched this, took me in, telling me of their experiences, the war, the way the world worked. It was so much to take in, but I was brave, and I knew to understand this knowledge meant that I could grow and become more of the world then I was just stepping out from the flame's embrace. I was taught how to wield weapons. I was taught my purpose in life was to make all those angelic beings suffer for their treason against the one true god of the worlds. It was not a mantra I chose, but rather one that was given to me and forced into my very being. I did not question it, for it was my purpose. I was born to slay what needed to be slayed.
It wasn't until much later, when the war had dimmed, and humans began to take back their world that I sought a different purpose. When tactics were not so forthright and out there, i became useless. With no one to fight and no battles to partake in, I was without cause. Lost to the world of hell and it's offers. Why? Because that was what happened when one lost their purpose. I sought answers and solutions on how to fill this void within me, but I cam up blank with nothing at my front, nor my back to guide me. Those who had helped me had left and abandoned me,. I had no "family" as others did. I had only me demon kin, a sense of belonging without actually belonging to anyone or anything. That was how I discovered my calling for what it was. When those who were of sound mind and human features could no longer assist me, or turned me away, I turned to those of more animialistic nature. They listened to me, and sought to help me, even though I could not understand what they did at the time. They pointed me in directions I had not been able to see.
When the war took a spark once more, threatening to put many back on the battlefields, many, who had given their minds over to their animal halves resisted the urge to be commanded. Only I could coax them into doing as I wished. My long term friends, they listened to me. And others noticed this. They started bringing in new beasts that I did not know personally. They commanded that I start training them to obey as well, which proved harder then it seemed. I was soft then, and thought all beasts would simply bend to my will. It was not so. It took much pain and patience to learn that these new untamed beasts wanted nothing better then to see my dead. Detachment was necessary, and So I learned how to tame beasts. it's become my occupation for the last... since I could remember. it's been several millennium. now that the war effort has slowed, i'm looking for my own delightful little beasties. After all, I need a companion to keep myself occupied don't I? Unless you want havoc reeked all over the pitiful earth?
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Beasties (supernatural/gifted animals)
ღ Pretty Collars for her Beasties
ღ Obedience
ღ Chasing/Hunting
ღ Spicy Foods
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Disobedience
✘ Lazy pets
✘ Turkish Delight
✘ Broken animals/beasties
✘ Cinnamon X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Being a demon, she has heightened senses and reflexives. She is exceedingly fast, and skilled at hunting and tracking prey. She can do some minor manipulation of elements specifically already grown greenery and winds, and has the alluring charms of a siren.
Yes, there is some side things, like She has a growth of feathers around her neck that changes length depending on mood and desired appearance.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 12:15 am
 ❝ Sophistication and Decorum are essential traits for those wishing to succeed in society. ❞ I am Shayne'alann Ipswich O'Hara
But I demand that you call me Shay
I'm not that old, I am 115, Appearing 20
Are you blind? I'm obviously Sun Elf
Here's an easy one, I'm Heterosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born June 17th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 5"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 200
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Royal blue
Look closer, my eyes are Cerulean
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have I have a gash across my right pectoral from battling in the wars for my kingdom. X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with Leather or Velvet, Preferably
Painted Maybe Brown, as a Princess should posses such qualities, but I can help guide a beauty in the correct direction
And a few other things, like Crown, If I'm lucky, as well as a heart, certainly a Halo for virtues, and a Paint Pallet for good measure X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be I am just and fair, such traits a diplomatic individual should be. I am loyal, true, and prideful for both my race, and my kingdom. I am kind and compassionate towards my people, as well as those who seek my help. I am optimistic, trustworthy, responsible, and charismatic. I am quite a fine leader, as I have been told, but I do not use my power for gain. I am humble and prefer to put others before myself. I come through on my promises and take my vow seriously. I am dedicated to betting my people, as well as reaching my own goals. All around, I am effective in finishing things I start and taking care of those who mean a great deal to me.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that Born in the Fine Spring in the year of the forty second year of the rule of King Mythos of Draal, I was conceived, the first child of the King and Queen. Destined to become a prince, as was my right form birth, I was coveted as an infant. I was shown and given to the court as the heir to the throne and given the opportunity to be much more than anyone could have ever anticipated. Born with a cowl, i was said to be destined for great things. Even as a abbe, high expectations were placed upon me and my future. The shock of unusual blue hair was another sign that was said to have come from the gods. I was blessed and celebrated as a savior without ever having to move from the cradle, or my mother's arms.
With such expectations laid upon me from the time of my infancy, my childhood was rather difficult. I was expected to learn many things,a s a proper heir should. I was constantly test for new abilities popping up, and further blessings that I might receive to bring to my people. When it became too much for me, my mother was always present to guide me and comfort me, even when i found things exceedingly difficult. She would tell me that my troubles were not forever. that they would not last into eternity, and that one day, I would simply over come them, and beat them down, just as I would do to my foes when i grew old enough to face them. I loved my mother dearly, so it was only natural when she was ill, or hurt, that I was focused more on her then on my studies or tasks. I got in trouble often for my wavering in discipline, but she never seemed to mind.
When war turned out in our community, my weaknesses were exploited. My mother was the first of noble blood to be slaughtered. My father turned from me, blaming me for my lack of discipline and focus. had I more focus I would have been able to beat the men who came to my mother's chambers and killed her. With the beloved queen gone, the kingdom broke into chaos. Sides were chosen and rebellion began. It was a long and terrible war among beautiful creatures that never should have fought one another. When it was all over, my father lay dead, next to my mother, and I was the sole heir to the throne.
Years have passed from that point in time, but I still fight to keep hold on my kingdom. Dissidence breeds in the shadows when I turn my eye form them. I seek a companion to help me rule. I want to choose my own path, rather than one given to me, and so, I seek someone with fresh opinions that lies outside the realms of my kingdom. When i find the right person, I may very well make them my bride. But a companion will due until then.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Honey Cakes
ღ Dancing
ღ His People
ღ Animals
ღ Long Walks
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Disrespecting women, Especially their virtue
✘ Unnecessary bloodshed
✘ Dishonest people
✘ Arrogance
✘ Mindless Indulgence X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can As a sun elf, I swell in light magics. I am able to control some of the element of water. I have enhanced reflexes and senses. I am also close with animals, and understand their gestures better than most.
Yes, there is some side things, like Did I mention I have a thing for beautiful women? And that I would very much like to find a princess?
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 12:54 am
 ❝ Ave Mariem Jungfrau Mild! ❞ I am Aria Evaine Stormborn
But I will let you call me My Lady, Queen Aria, Winter
I'm not that old, I am Ancient, Though I appear young.
Are you blind? I'm obviously Dragon
Here's an easy one, I'm Heterosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born Semptember 7th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5' 9"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 120 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is The color of moonlight. A silvery-white that shines under the glow of the Moon Mother.
Look closer, my eyes are Silver-Blue
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have I have claw scars over my left side while in human from from an angry male X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Leather
And colored it Indigo and Green
And from it they hung Halo, Crown, Star, Music Note, Heart, Crescent Moon X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as I am often quiet and reserved, although I will speak my mind freely if I see something that I feel I shouldn't' witness, or feel wronged. I get physically violent only when pushed past my extremes greatly. I am peaceful otherwise. My tongue is flippant, and I am proud to be both chaste, as well as a dragon. I will not change for anyone, and I am quite stubborn, and may even seem snobbish, even though I am not. I simply don't believe that I deserve the terrible things that have happened to me, and refuse to lay myself down to some person who wishes to claim me just because they believe they have some sacred right to command me to do their bidding. I am strong, pigheaded and difficult, but I am true and loyal with those who I place my trust in.
Quit invading my life, It went Thousands of years ago, I was born in a brood of dragon eggs, just like my predecessors, and those who shared my lineage. We were a large brood, laid upon by a great motherly dragon who could no longer lay eggs. She preferred to care for young while others got themselves into trouble and had great adventures. Of course, ti was not left to the dragon females who actually laid the eggs to care for their young. No one knew who their real parents were. it was just assumed that they would be long to the greater clutch, as all eggs together could not normally be differentiated between. So as I broke through the hardened shell of my egg, and fluttered my wings, breaking form the barriers where I had grown, I saw only one other dragon clear his egg. And we were the only two that cleared our eggs. The rest of the brood was deemed infertile and disposed of. It must have been a hard judgement to pass, but I was not the one to choose who could climb from their eggs and who could not.
My brood mate, Reiner was raised side by side with me. We were taught many things by the larger, matured dragons of the clutch. There was not many young dragons around, so I was stuck always doing silly things with Reiner. He was definitely the more bold of the two, but that often found him more trouble. He was a great brother like figure. We may have belonged to the clutch, and had a great expansive family, but there was not really anyone so intimate to share a bond with outside of your brood mates, and with Ren being mine, we did everything together, practically inseparable. While he was the braun and the daring, I was the intelligent and calculating. He had dark red scales, and mine glowed in the Moon's Light. He would tease me, asking what sort of Dragon looked like the moon? It was as if I were an omen, because dragons worshiped the sun. Event eh mature dragons feared, in their multitude of colors, there had not been a white dragon for a great long time, and when you're a dragon, that is saying something. There wasn't even another white dragon in the clutch.
When we had our coming out party on our three-hundredth birthday, I was afraid to face the entire clutch. up until that point,only rumors had been spun about me. Several dragons had seen me, but not the entire clutch. This night would be the night when I faced the whole clutch myself. Even if Ren was by my side, he was not truly with me, within my scales, able to understand the fears I felt so desperately. We were shown to the clutch, and I heard the buzz of rumors. I heard the plans that would befall myself and Ren, but I questioned how it would actually end up. We revealed our gifts to the clutch, or at least our natural dragon ones. I did not share that I could walk in dreams. At that point, it was not even clearly known to me. It was something that happened seldom, so i never gave it thought.
It was not long after that the invaders came. An enemy clutch attacked out own, and I was pushed into hiding, as man were. After all, not all females were seen to be warriors, though it was certainly common. I was not holding my scaled form well in those days. And so, hiding as a human, I curled into a hovel in the rocks, hiding as best I could. Many dragons would not think to look for humans, even though we all possessed the form of one if we wished to find it. Ren found me, telling me of how they were losing, and that he had come to make sure that i was safe. little did he know that when he did this, he led the leader straight to my hiding spot. I screamed in fright, seeing the large male coming in, not as a dragon, but instead as a human. He seemed to be interested in me, and he took his prize. I watched wearily, still screaming as I was pried from Ren and the rest of my clutch and spirited away to the lands of the enemy.
There I was treated harshly. As a prisoner, but one of worth. The leader wished to have a bride, and I was to be his choice. And so, his people began grooming me to fit the ways of this clutch, so different from my own. I made mistakes often and suffered for them. it was then that I knew for certain I could walk through the dreams of others. I laid close to my betrothed seeing the terrible things he had planned not only for myself, but for other clutches. I knew that I had to escape before we were mated. I had no desire to carry his eggs, nor did I to marry him. I devised a plan, taking extreme caution to seem submissive until the night we were to be joined. It was then I did what I had to, killing the leader in his tent while preparations were going on, last minute details being made. I slit his throat, leaving his body to be found, while his blood was over my hand sand body. I was ashamed and frightened, and I fled as soon as possible.
Running, I came to cliffs far enough away where i could rest my wings, as well as my weary mind. I was human then, bearing no dragon form as I had tucked it into myself to rest, when the humans came. They had ideas as well, about a beautiful woman standing alone on the cliffs. In my struggle, I fell form the cliffs, battered and bruised as I was, I wished I was dead. I had fought them off, but I was gravely injured. I was found by slavers and have been tossed around ever since. I've been to many lands, heard many languages,and seen many things. I am now trapped in the Pallas house, waiting for a new master, who will take me who knows where. The rooms is actually nice, and I wouldn't mind staying a while.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Flying
ღ Silk Dresses
ღ Dreams
ღ The Moon
ღ Rain
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Abusive Warlords
✘ Abuse Physically or Mentally
✘ Being treated as a lowly slave to inferior creatures
✘ Bound Wings
✘ Collars, Shackles, Manacles X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Ability to shift into a dragon, as well as see and project myself into people's dreams, and breathe ice.
Yes, there is some side things, like Reiner was my brood mate, and I miss him terribly, thought I will not admit it, and I will not speak of him. He's a soft spot.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 1:05 am
 ❝ Papa, can you find me in the night? ❞ I am Alastor James Silverwing
But I will let you call me Jun, Al
I'm not that old, I am Six
Are you blind? I'm obviously Rabbit Hafling
Here's an easy one, I'm Too young to know
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born May 15th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 4' 5"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 45 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Blonde
Look closer, my eyes are Green
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have A few surgical incisions on chest and thigh, and one slash across his wrist form an accident in the lab. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Velvet
And colored it Light blue and Indigo
And from it they hung Ball of String, Heart, Broom, Paint Pallet, Star X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Quiet, frightened, and shy. He doesn't often speak, only when he feels brave and safe enough to do so. He is a tough cookie, and doesn't cry at a lot of things, and when he does, you won't hear him. He rarely makes sound and often prefers to hide his emotions and keep to himself. His trust is easily shattered, as he wears his just under his sleeve. Just because he doesn't openly show his emotions, doesn't mean that he doesn't feel them. He's strong and determined, and a truly creative child, he just needs an outlet and a safe place to blossom into himself.
Quit invading my life, It went Born in a lab to a Demon shifter and an angelic rabbit, Alastor was created for one purpose: experimentation. His parents truly had no say in the matter, as they were both outcasted for their love, and for their child. Alastor was only allowed to be with his mother until he could no longer fed from her healthily. He was not given to her for any other reason then to feed, and he was studied form the time of his birth. He was raised within the confines of a small room, exposed to different illnesses and terrors to test his ability to fight them off with his blood and body. The scientists in question wanted a catalyst for new healing, and they hoped that it would be the halfling's blood that would bring about a new cure for diseases for man kind.
Of course, they didn't pay much attention to how it would effect the mind of the young shifter. In truth, it affected the small boy badly. it made him wary of the men in the coats, creating a fer, which was more often what they wanted, than what they didn't want. The scientists felt that if the rabbit feared them, he would become more malleable to work with, and give them what they desire to avoid pain. They were right, in the manner, that they pretty much broke the poor boy by the time he was really old enough and wise enough to speak and protest. He sat silently instead, only fighting when he was bound, and they did things to him that he couldn't help, such as major procedures that involved sedation.
However, when this branch of study was shut down, the scientists could not afford the price of the boy's keeping, and had to sell him off to slavers. Many hoped to get their hands on their prize, seeing as he has quite an interesting bloodline, but so far none have succeeded.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Carrots
ღ Strawberies
ღ Reading
ღ Numbers
ღ Sleeping
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Scary Doctors
✘ Sedation
✘ Oxygen masks
✘ Being held down
✘ Bright lights X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Able to shift into a rabbit, heightened senses, ability to heal faster than normal humans.
Yes, there is some side things, like His mother was the demon, so his essence is a little more dark based than light, but he's still gifted with abilities form both sects, even some that haven't come into play yet.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind[RESERVED]
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 12:57 am
 ❝ My heart wishes for the freedom of the world. My soul aches for the light in the dark. ❞ I am Akiyo Setsuna
But I will let you call me Aki
I'm not that old, I am Appears 19, real age uncertain
Are you blind? I'm obviously Angel
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born April 17th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5' 6"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 110 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Blonde
Look closer, my eyes are Constantly Changing, most often blue
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Wing tattoos when my wings are not out, Burns on both wrists X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Velvet
And colored it Light Blue and Green
And from it they hung Heart, Ball of String, Star, Halo, Broom X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Quiet and reserved. he's very skittish, especially around bigger and stronger men. he tends to be better around women, but when men are around, he's nervous and jumpy. he's quite smart and intuitive, which is probably because he listens to what is going on around him. He's very perceptive and pays attention to his surroundings when other's forget about him. He's very kind and sympathetic, and very forgiving. He's also quite selfless and will put himself in the line of fire to save those he deems worth saving, that generally doubles when it comes to animals. He is also very genuine in his actions and emotions.
Quit invading my life, It went An angel from heaven, he doesn't even truly know the origin or beginning of his life. he knew that he simply came into existence and was part of a race held on high and given gifts to help bless those who lived on the world below. He was an angel, blessed with the gift of justice and guidance for the beings below. He began his life slowly, knowing things that he needed to know, and was able to communicate with those he wan intended to help, even though he was certain they spoke in different tongues. he was simply understood, and he took his duty to heart, as the meaning of life. With no further thoughts than that, he turned his attention and focus to fulfilling his life's work and guiding those he was sworn to protect and lead.
It was because of this assignment that Akiyo was so taken with the Earthen world that he decided to visit it. When he did, his sense were over ridden with the things he saw and learned. The beasts that humans thought them to be nothing more than beasts, stupid at that, were quite intelligent and were necessary for human survival. And not all humans were as righteous as they were made out to be. Some of them were dark and disturbing, and when he walked to them, trying to communicate with them, they did not understand him. he couldn't possibly understand why. He simply did his best. He didn't know it would be so difficult on the earthbound plane, rather then in the heavens. Instead, he started to stay with the animals in the woods, helping those who came across his path who understood him well enough.
it was one day that he was noticed by nefarious men. They lured him away form his woods, claiming the person needing his help could not be free of bed. It was then that Akiyo was captured, and chained to these men, poked and prodded at while they enjoyed their fun. He was sold off and on until he ended up at the Pallas house, a sad heart born on his sleeve.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Quiet
ღ Being Left Alone
ღ Dreaming
ღ Light
ღ Animals
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Cages and Chains
✘ Small spaces
✘ Pure Darkness
✘ The smell of sulfur
✘ Meat X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Wings can sprout from his back, and he can create dreamscapes for others as well as tell when people are lying.
Yes, there is some side things, like His eyes change color depending on mood and emotions. he can not speak English well, as he knows the heavenly language which contributes to why he doesn't speak much.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 9:06 pm
 ❝ You must be the change you desire to see in the world. ❞ I am Anden Kaine Landion
But I will let you call me An, Kaine
I'm not that old, I am 324, But appears 23
Are you blind? I'm obviously Elementalist
Here's an easy one, I'm Pansexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born May 13th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 7"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 180 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Green
Look closer, my eyes are Green-blue with Orange-Hazel
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have This on my arm. This on the back of my neck. And This on my chest, over my heart. Along with various minor scars on my torso, arms, and legs. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Leather
And colored it Green, Brown,
And from it they hung Sheild, Paint Pallet, Pan, Dog, Heart, Child X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Open, Charismatic, Compassionate, and empathetic. I exist to help others make it through difficult times. When i see someone in pain, I do everything I can to help them. I like to socialize and meet with new people. I do not condone those who are rude and ignorant, and prefer to keep an open mind in all things I do. I don't help people for personal gain, I do it because I was born with a gift, and it was given to me so that I may share it and help other people. I wear my emotions on my sleeve and face tough situations with an open mind despite the trials and tribulations I have faced, and know I will face in the future. I put myself out there as an olive branch for people to grab onto, so even if I only change one person in my entire life, I will have succeeded in my purpose.
Quit invading my life, It went Born in the age when industrialization first started to come to man, I was given breath and purpose to help the humans deter from their painful and mistaken ways. They were destroying the beautiful earth that they had been entrusted to protect. You see, they were tearing downs forests, burning trees to fuel metal factories. they were taking more form the earth then it could manage, and the earth was starting to fail. There were other elementalists,but it was desperate for a bigger force, and thus, I was created. I tried to speak with those who were destroying my home and mother. I tried to teach them lessons by growing special plants, and showing them what they were destroying, but they continued on their merry way, destroying more of the forests. Though my life has been much of trying to be an environmentalists in a way, and protect my elements, I have used it to help those kind humans and beings that have believed in my cause. I help who I wish and offer my services to those who desire them.
It was from my woods that I was captured, when cruel men came to ruthlessly cut back trees from land they had claimed. I stood against them, barring their path, and instead of turning away, they captured me, and sold me off to slavers, which explains why I ended up in the possession of Pallas House. I await the chance to be free so that I may return to my peaceful ways, and hopefully save the earth.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Nature
ღ Animals
ღ Life
ღ Quiet
ღ Helping Others
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Death
✘ Pointless Bloodshed
✘ Weapons
✘ Destruction of Nature
✘ Hunting X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can As an elementalist i have the ability to control elements. First and foremost, I am heavily in tune with the earth, it's nature and living things. Earth is the first element I mastered, and so I am much more connected to it. My second element is water, so I have some control over that, but not as much as I do over earth.
Yes, there is some side things, like He's definitely a chivalrous fighter, and a determined environmentalist bent on saving humanity and the conscious beings of the earth.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 12:07 am
 ❝ I desire the sin of beauty, to lay at my feet, and cater to my whims. ❞ I am Brayden Lafayette Durillos
But I demand that you call me Master, Bray
I'm not that old, I am Hundreds of years, but don't worry about it.
Are you blind? I'm obviously An incubus
Here's an easy one, I'm It's none of your damn business. (He's hiding his sexuality in the closet. [Homosexual])
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born The 15th of May X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 9"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 220 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Honey Brown)
Look closer, my eyes are Green/Red
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have A clover/club in the center of my upper back, right between my shoulder blades X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with Leather, more fun but not so much work.
Painted Dark Blue and Red, maybe even purple if I really like the one I'm taking.
And a few other things, like Star, and a heart. I need someone for me. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be Strict, aloof, intellectual, curious, demanding, stiff, good-humored, and strong. I am quite an interesting person if you care to get to know the real me, behind all the facades and layers I arrange around myself. I am strict and demanding, desiring what I want, when I want it. I don't make man concessions for others, although I've been known to turn a bit at a pretty face. I like order, things in order, labeled facing outwards correctly. I like cleanliness, and will not take anything less than my standards on such. I'm quite intelligent, able to figure out thing that many cannot, and I love to learn new things, and study people's behaviors. I will never stop enjoying studying other living beings. I learn so much for their peculiar actions. I am fairly good-humored, and will put up with a good deal of nonsense, but if the topic is not one that I am comfortable with, I will become stiff and awkward and not accept the things that I begin to hear, nor take part in the conversation any longer. I am strong both physically and of the mind and plan on showing anyone that defies me just how strong and resolute in both strengths that I can be
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that So, a really long time ago, I was born to a pair of demons in hell, and of course, it was a mother and father and we were all very treacherous. yes, yes. What a normal life. I was raised by both these demons despite their busy schedule wreaking havoc on the world. There are really no surprises, gimics, or problems that I can remember. My mother was a succubus, my father, a high demon. He knew the ways of seduction just as my mother did, and it was no surprise when I became an incubus, the product of both of their lineages and dark gifts. However, I was given a choice. I was not born to feed upon blood. i could have lived solely off of dreams. Devouring the dreams of mortals to sustain my life could have been the path I had chosen, and at one point it was. I selected my favorites, visiting the same mortals with the most vivid dreams, but it wasn't enough. I was far too weak. Life was far too messy top go around so weak, and so I began feeding on the blood of mortals, demons, and all creatures alike that bled red.
It changed me. Stirred different things inside of me. I became much more determined to have order. I could not simply continue to go on in the terrible path I had so far, with the disorder and chaos that was my life. It was not something my parents had thought of, nor something they could contribute to one way or another. i simply began adapting, falling more and more into peculiar fashion and OCD tendencies, before I simply diagnosed myself with such. it was then that I realized something crucial as well. I did not care for women. Sure, there were females in my life that I respected and cared for. My mother being one of them, but I felt no attraction towards them. And again, I had to adapt to fit the outside world that called to me. I am not ashamed of it, although, I do desire a cute little companion to sustain me, as well as warm my bed when the night gets cold...
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Cleanliness
ღ Numbers
ღ Puzzles
ღ Touching/Embracing
ღ Submission
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Disorder
✘ Ungratefulness
✘ Neglecting
✘ Dominance directed towards myself
✘ Smoke X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can As an incubus, I have the power to devour both blood and dreams, meaning I can see other's dreams as I feast upon them. I'm also a rather good empath. But the real ticket, is my ability to deprive others of senses. I can stop all five senses in another being for a short period of time, and individual senses for longer periods.
Yes, there is some side things, like I have a bit of OCD. I like my order. There's nothing wrong with liking order.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2013 12:25 am
 ❝ I kneel before no idol. I kneel only in the face of my maker. ❞ I am Mateo Gregory Navine
But I will let you call me Mat, Eyoh
I'm not that old, I am 26
Are you blind? I'm obviously Angelic Ram
Here's an easy one, I'm Don't ******** worry about it. Mind your own god damned business. (Homosexual)
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born January 15th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 3"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 225 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is White / Silver
Look closer, my eyes are Gold
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have I have a ring of scarring around my tail. One of my ears is pierced. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Leather
And colored it Maroon, Red, Green
And from it they hung Star, Broom, Ball of String, Music Note, Sword X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Brash, resentful, and rude, Mateo is often aggressive and angry. Given his taint, he doesn't have absolute control over the anger that dwells inside of him. He talks back and is sarcastic, as he blames himself for letting taint happen to him,and doesn't want to spread the sickness with anyone else. Though, underneath that angry and bitter facade is a confused soul. He want sto make people happy, but with the confusion running through him, and the anger dwelling inside him, warring against his peaceful nature, it is often harder for him to express how he feels. He's very protective of those he likes, but tries not to show it. He likes things to go his way, and he doesn't necessarily like admitting that he is actually rather greedy.
Quit invading my life, It went Created as a guardian to the high meadows in heaven, Mateo was breathed into life as a ram. He was small at first, growing larger, until he was of full size, and then he took his task of cropping the meadows and looking over humans as a guiding spirit. He was a representation of all that was good in the world, and gave his assistance and blessings to those who needed it and prayed to him. His life was easy, and he did as he was commanded, doing his best to take care of those who was given the chance to protect. his heart was pure and solid as he did what he was created to do, always watching the human world, with it's taints and sins from high above, offering assistance to those he could help.
It was through this watching that he learned of the sins of man. How men could reach and become greedy or gluttons of blood, killing unnecessarily, pillaging, and ruining the lives of others. Mateo did not like this. He didn't want those he helped and sheltered to be tainted by this as well. So one day he left the meadows, and went for earth. He found a human was who struggling heavily. They were almost completely encompassed in the sins of the world, though they had not meant to call them on their own. Mateo took pity on this human and offered them bargain. that they would removed the cursed taint, if only the human would help to make the world a better place,just as it was Mateo's job to do. If this human could fight off the taint of sins on humanity, then it would be an effective ally to work with upon the earth. The human agreed, and when Mateo took the taint away from this human, he did not realize that he would become stuck with it's darkness.
The ram was unable to remove the taint, which meant he was no longer allowed in heaven. the meadows and entrance were barred to his passage, and he was quite alone. He struggled, as his battle became internal, threatening to drown him in grief and despair, drawing him into the abyss of madness and rage. He's been almost shattered ever since, his body and soul constantly warring as his light battles the darkness. It is because of this taint that he was so able to be captured, but the sins effect him greatly. His pride has wounded him, and it often speaks much louder than his loving heart. he still doesn't believe he should belong to another, but maybe it will be the key to his salvation.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Bitter Coffee
ღ Cuddling
ღ Being cared for
ღ Warmth
ღ Boxing
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ His ram form
✘ Cold
✘ Sweets
✘ Small spaces
✘ Not being loved/liked X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Can shift into a ram.
Yes, there is some side things, like He might have a chance to gather the shattered parts of his soul if he has the right care.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Wed Apr 03, 2013 11:05 pm
 ❝ How may I comfort you, My Lord? ❞ I am Emmet Nathaniel Laroux
But I will let you call me Em, Laroux, Roo
I'm not that old, I am 17
Are you blind? I'm obviously Sheep Shifter
Here's an easy one, I'm Oh well, I like boys you see....
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born April 9th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5' 9"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 140
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Blonde
Look closer, my eyes are Green/Hazel-Gold
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have My left ear is pierced. But my hair tends to curl up and look like my horns. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Velvet
And colored it Lime, Violet, Blue Violet, Gold
And from it they hung Ball of String, Broom, Pan, Heart, Paint Pallet X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Sweet as sugar. Emmet is truly a darling. He's loyal and true, an unflinching. He's tender and shy to those he doesn't know, and he reserves himself to those who he is comfortable with. once he has opened up and is ready to let someone in, he becomes a bit more flippant and flirtatious. If he really likes someone, he flirts with them unabashedly, and acts as a happy person or normal stature would, though he always remembers his place. If he is told he's crossing lines, he will become demure once more and rein it in. He's not very hard to please, and tends to be optimistic and open with everyone. He's a lover not a fighter, and will take many challenges thrown at him. he perseveres and tries never to give up.
Quit invading my life, It went Born in the country to a simple pair of parents, Emmet was never rambunctious or even exposed to terrible, and harmful ways of life. He grew up among crops and livestock and nature, given that he and his family were their own rural settlement. His mother was in charge of his classroom education while his father taught him way of laboring in the fields. Growing up was not something that was hard for the young blonde. He even learned a few different languages form his mother who spoke and sang to him softly at nights. he learned to read by different cultural books and lived a plain happy early childhood with his family and very few, if any complications.
However when Emmet turned ten, his first shift came about. it was painful and hard, nothing like he'd ever experienced, and his poor mother didn't know what was going on or what was happening to her baby boy. One moment Emmet was just standing there in the fields, tending the sheep, and the next moment, he was turning into one. Neither parent quite knew what to make of it, but they knew it would be ever more important to keep their child lock away and hidden form the harsh reality of the world. They feared what would become of their son. They feared that he would be ostracized for the blessing he was given, even if Emmet himself thought it to be a curse at first. They knew that if someone found him to be odd or interesting, one word would lead to another and it wouldn't be long before people came by the droves to examine and prod at their son, so the Laroux family went even further into hiding, becoming recluse and hardly dealing with the outside world at all.
They moved their family to a new place in the country and took on an amish style of living while Emmet started to grow from a child into a man. His form changed, as well as his attutide. it was harder and harder to be so reclusive and not have anyone besides his parents to speak to. he would talk to the sheep, and they would tell him of all the things they had found and seen while they were out for the day, and Emmet, too, wanted to have adventures like the sheep, and the other animals that came visiting, showing him pictures of the world beyond his little farm settlement. It become too much for him to bear. The day he turned fifteen, Emmet set out for the city, leaving his parents a note, saying that he would return when and if he became able, but that he could not hide form society any long. he promised to be good, and to be careful, and then he simply set off to chart the course of his life.
The first place he saw was a small town. Form there, he arranged for passage to a bigger city. he didn't have much, but the handiwork of one of his mother's cloaks seemed to by his passage. He thought nothing of it, and went on to the city. It was a place of amazement for the young boy who hadn't been much out of the country ever. Towns and markets had been his only social visits, and now, being surrounded by people living their lives, it was rather overwhelming, and he panicked. It was hard, finding lodgings and paying for things when he had no money. It was no wonder he was off to a bad way from the start. Lecherous beings form the shadows took advantage of his innocence, seeing him for unsullied hands and perfect quality drew him this way and that, asking for favors and offering rewards that the little lamb could not pass up, nor did he know how he would make it if he did.
Taken in by these beings, it was only a matter of time before it was discovered what he was, and what he could do. His first night was dreadful. Cold hands and brash treatment. Everything from home he had brought was stripped form him, and he was left bare, to be scrutinized and examined by practiced hands that were rough and uncaring to his nimble and unscathed body. From there, he was given over to another group, this one more ferocious then the last, more particular in the way they examined a body. Emmet's fear drove him to shift,and when before the beings sat a sheep, timid, afraid, and frantic, the group was overjoyed, exclaiming how much higher a price he would fetch. Taking him, as a sheep and stilling his body, they tagged his ear, making him cry out in pain and fear. It was the first mark he received.
From there, marked as property, they awaited the return to his human body before dragging him once more, to a new location. His body prepared by women who wore veils over their faces and did not linger too long when they prepared him mad him ornate, dressing his body in painted hues, and lavish scents. Curling his hair with their fingers and painting his eyes, bdinging his hands and feet, displaying him as if he were some delectable treat, the strange board he was tethered upon, laden with fruit and foods, he was presented to a roomful of people. Odd as he thought it was, it was the first time Emmet entered the slaving ring. His green eyes frantic, he cried his dismay, only seeming to excite the crowd about him more. They tormented him with their laughter and gestures, until they began the auction, selling him off as if a prized piece of cattle.
He was purchased by an elder man who taught him strictly what his position would be, and the way he would act. He was taken that night and stripped of all dignity that might have remained within him. Broken as he was, the master who had taken him built him up once more and trained him anew, freshening his body and honing his skills. he was with the elder man for two years before the man mysteriously passed away. With no will or last testament given, Emmet was returned to the slave ring. This time, a different shop. one that did not seem to require the skill set that had been trained into him. Instead, he was kept behind closed doors with clothing and decent food. There he awaits his saving grace, hoping that someone will allow him to go home, or at least, put him to use again.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Noodles
ღ Fluffy Blankets
ღ Snuggling
ღ Hot Cocoa
ღ Herbivores
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Senseless Beatings
✘ Shears
✘ Coat trimming
✘ Tomatoes
✘ Coffee X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Shift from a human to a sheep and understand sheep speak as well as some other animals.
Yes, there is some side things, like He's not a virgin. He's trained in the art of pleasing individuals. He is still quite clean and has no diseases, or such.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2013 10:25 pm
 ❝ Blame isn't a necessary component in life. ❞ I am Ichirou Sohma
But I will let you call me Ro. Simply Ro.
I'm not that old, I am 35, but I don't look it.
Are you blind? I'm obviously Cursed Tiger
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born May 10th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 0"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 200 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Starlight - Silvery white
Look closer, my eyes are Ice Blue
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Bother ears are pierced once, and he has a small tattoo of a spade beneath his left eye. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Leather
And colored it Red, Teal, Violet
And from it they hung Pacifier, Heart, Ball of String, Sheild, Broom X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Mischievous ↷ Romantic ↷ Loyal ↷ Intuitive ↷ Patient ↷ Compassionate ↷ Hard Working ↷ Charismatic ↷ Passionate
Ichirou is a tender soul. That does not by any means translate to him not being able to take care of himself. He is a lover at the heart, preferring to find what others like and fill their needs before his own if he can. He is loyal to those he holds in high regards, and always respectful to those above him, even when they leave him tongue tied and irritated. He pours his heart and soul into his endeavors and can be seen as a person of great creative vision when he truly tries. He works hard and doesn't believe anything comes for free. He respects what he has, but wants to work for himself, and will work hard. he's not afraid of getting a little dirty or breaking a nail or getting scraped up, even though as a model most would refrain from such. He cares deeply about those who are close to him, and can often tell when something is amiss with those in his inner circle. He tried to keep everyone happy, but has realized there are limits to protect people's happiness. He can also be seen as mischievous, because he is not always straight forward. he likes to talk in riddles, and seeing people tongue tied after he's spoken brings him great amusement on occasion. This tends to go doubly for when he is a tiger instead of a man. Though, it is not always so, as he knows there are limits and is mature enough to compose and handle himself when necessary. His compassion knows no bounds,and he will do his best to help everyone in need that he can, from strangers that are starving on the street, to sick animals, to members of his own family. He may seem predictable to some, but he tried to spice it up often, leaving his best traits untouched and always present, even when it bothers him to do such. He's a true to his word kind of guy, and never backs down from a promise, even if it threatens to break him.
Quit invading my life, It went It was truly a terrible time to be born, when Icirou came. His mother, dazed and confused with all that went on, was merely a human. Of course, she was a member of the Sohma family, but not one that actively knew of the Zodiac curse. His father, also a Sohma was a well versed business man who had clearly been warned that his child was susceptible to the curse. His mother, oblivious to the situation and possible outcomes in her pregnancy did not suspect anything could go wrong with her perfect son. His father, while he had been warned, dismissed the thought. he wife was strong and healthy, and she would bear no cursed child. The timing would be opportune and allow no wiggle room for mistakes or chances. Their child would be a normal boy, and there would be not further discussion about the silly curse that plagued some of the Sohma family. In fact, once the child was born, they might even pull away form the main estate and go to live out in the country in a separate place so that the child would never know of the silly curse, just like his mother. this was the plan. This was the intention of the father and mother. A normal, perfect child, with their features; brown hair, wonderful gemstone green eyes, tall like his mother, delicate like his father, happy, healthy, and absolutely one-hundred percent normal. This was of course, not the care or the result of said pregnancy.
When Icirou was born, it was clear that he was cursed as a member of the zodiac. The tiger to be exact. This was the start of everything going down hill. It had been said that the mothers who bear children cursed by the zodiac either become fiercely protective of their children, or reject them completely. In the case of Ichirou's mother, the latter was more appropriate. She was in disbelief. This child that they presented her with once he was cleaned up, and bundled, was not her child. He looked nothing like them! His hair was as pale as the stars in heaven, his eyes were crystal blue, though she hoped they would change. But the curse that plagued the child was unfamiliar. She had never heard of such a thing in the Sohma family! It was some sort of cruel joke. This boy was not her child. The father looked on, dumbfounded. he had seen his wife birth this child. It was undoubtedly the result of their procreation, but it could not be more a stranger to him. It mystified him, but in the end, he only blamed himself for not taking the warnings more seriously. The fact that he had been warned at all meant that it was a possibility to have a cursed child. He should have been more attentive to the warnings and the signs that he was imagining to have existed. With the mother in denial, the wife of his child, the father took the child away. The mother would not look upon her child. She would not believe that she had birthed a monster, and instead asked about her child. When telling the woman that her child was indeed cursed by the Zodiac to be both Man and Tiger, the woman continued in her refusal, and asked again after the whereabouts of her child. It was impossible to reconcile with the woman, and in the end, the answer came that the child had died shortly after birth, and that there was nothing to be done about it. Distraught, the woman began to be reclusive.
The child, Ichirou, was turned over to his paternal grandparents for raising while the father dealt with the distraught wife and mother. The grandparents were just as shocked as the mother, bu they accepted and welcomed their grandchild in open arms, seeing it as a blessing, rather than a curse. Of course, to publicly announce such, would be close to a crime, but they would not speak of such. Only to their grandchild would they revel how happy they were that he was special. They taught him, as he grew from infant, to toddler, to a young boy in their care, that he should not be ashamed of what he was. That he needed to be careful with how he acted. He learned quickly that hugging members of the opposite gender was something he couldn't do. he wasn't allowed to go outside and play, or go to school when he got sick. He had to keep his "secret power" to himself. He could not share it with the other children, because they would not understand it. Of course, he was visited by his father frequently, but his mother stayed away. In fact, his mother did not even know that he existed. She had seen him for fleeting moments right after his birth, but she quickly dismissed that the monster was her child. He stayed with his grandparents, raised by their tender hands, and rejoiced in the times when his father would come and visit, even if they were strained. This was probably the beginning of his intuitive perceptions. When his father came and visited, even though he was only a young boy around five or six, he still understood that when his father smiled at him, the lines around his eyes were forced. He was deeply saddened that his wife had rejected their child. he blamed himself for not being able to properly care for the boy and raise him on his own, but there was not much to be done about it. Fate had not been kind. The smiles and tension mixed together became more and more clear as Ichirou grew.
When he was ten, he started visiting his mother. In small doses, he was said to be an orphan taken in by her in-laws, and that he was living close by and had wanted to see the couple's daughter. It struck the mother odd, that the boy spoke so formally, and familiarly with the grandparents, calling them grandmother and grandfather, but the couple was old, and it probably gave them comfort to have a child that called them such, when she had not been able to produce a grandchild for them herself. It perturbed her at first, and she looked to Ichirou with disdain, not knowing that he was indeed her child, and it wounded the boy. It deeply frustrated him, given that he had been doted upon. He had been given anything he had asked for since the time he was a little boy. He hadn't wanted or needed for anything. Of course, he was respectful and not terribly spoiled, but he had never come into a proximity with something that he could not have. His mother's affections were the first obstacle. And try as he might, he could not win her over on the first visit. Nor the second, or the ten to come after that. It was polite conversation with an air of rash judgement and distrust underlying everything. And so, that was the turning point. it made Ichirou work hard at something for the first time. he wanted more than anything to gain his mother's affections,ad n he wanted to do it himself. not with the help of his grandparents or father. He didn't want to seem like a charity case anymore. he went out and began to work. It was frowned upon at first by all parties that were in charge of his guardianship, but he told them it was something that he had to do. It was something he needed to do desperately. This boy, now fourteen, would get a job to woo the mother he had been trying to get to know and get close with for four years. He worked odd jobs until he came to be discovered by a modeling company. It was extensively researched, and also made very clear by his guardians that there would be no shoots with women. It would be single shots, or other men. The reasoning behind this was that the lotions and perfumes that women used were unsafe for Ichirou's health, and that it caused a severe allergic reaction. While this was not a steady excuse, it worked for the time being. his agent was remarkable and did what Ichirou and his guardians were comfortable with.
When he had saved money, and had pictures and a magazine spread from a shoot, he visited his mother, taking her out to lunch with his own money, and telling her that he wished to be closer to her because they were family. His mother scoffed at him, telling him blood family was the only family that would ever matter. He was an illegitimate add on. He was of no importance to her. She pined for the child she had lost years ago. The child that had died with her birth. She hated the monster that had been given to her instead. She loathed this boy who sat in front of her, looking so much like that monster had as a child, and wanted nothing to do with him. She didn't want the memories to resurface. She didn't want to think about this silly child. Ichirou was wounded. his mother would never see him for what he was. Why hadn't his father simply had her memory wiped? He had heard tales of one cursed as he was, that had the power to wipe memories clean. Why had his father not done such? Why had he let his wife suffer and carry bitter resentment in her heart for fifteen years? Over a child that existed all along, that she had scorned because sh could not accept him? Taking her home after lunch, he looked to her fiercely once they were back at the main estate. he had been warned not to speak of his birth and his true mother and father on visits, that his mother was too fragile to know the truth. It seemed more like his mother was an ignorant old woman who would not see the truth. She was not fragile if she carried such bitter resentment in her heart. He ended up telling her the truth. He told her that his grandparents had raised him because she would not look at him. he told her that she had called him a monster and scorned him without ever truly knowing him. She had scorned him as a child when he could not fend for himself. She had cast him away, and all he had done since he'd met her was try to gain her affection. Her love. Her acceptance, and she had not give it to him. What kind of mother was she, to throw away her own child? And she thought she would excel at motherhood?!
That revelation was what shattered everything. His mother went reeling, screaming and cursing at him, and it broke Ichirou's heart, he was sure it shattered his mother's mind. She was never the same afterward, and only a few short weeks later, she committed suicide, taking her own life and departing from the wretched earth. Ichirou blamed himself, as did his father. The man was incensed with his son, asking him why he couldn't have held his tongue and been fine with the way things were? Why couldn't have have managed? The grandparents merely chastised their son for delivering such blame, and tried to console their beloved grandson, but it was of no use. No matter where Ichirou went and fled or stayed, the haunting memories of his mother were everywhere at the Sohma estate. The young man, not even yet eighteen left the main house, and sought his own place. With his savings, he managed to rent a condo on the other side of town, still close enough in proximity to be reached as he worked. his grandparents, troubled as they were with him leaving allowed him to have his freedom, and when he became legal, he bought his own small home up in the mountains close by. he was never too far, as he was certain he wouldn't be allowed to live too far away, cursed as he is, but at least, he would be by himself and out of the constant scrutiny of the Sohma main estate and the horrible memories there.
Fully Grown, Ichirou rarely visited the Sohma house. He preferred to stay away. He only went for the annual banquet, as well as short visits to his grandparents. He modeled, and kept his head so that he could make an income to support himself. It was after one of these mandatory visits that Ichirou met the Blood Incubus Valentine Renatus. At first, the tiger wanted nothing to do with this being. He wanted distance. But even as the night itself progressed, he became more and more desperate, eventually entering into a blood contract, desperate to remove blame form himself and bring back his departed mother. in exchange, he would become Valentine's pet for lack of a better word. Ichirou would be food, friend, companion, and lover all in one for the incubus. The tentative partnership turned into a relationship and eventually into actual affection and a life together. They even went as far as raising a child together, though that was a reluctant happening on Ichirou's part in the beginning. They were living peacefully above the small bar that Valentine owned and operated until Ichirou was summoned back to Sohma house on urgent business. His grandfather was said to be sick. He went back, hoping to help save his grandfather, but instead, it was a scheme designed to hurt Ichirou. The clan leader was angered by the happiness the tiger had found, and so, Ichirou's memories were erased.
After erasing the memories, the tigers was dumped off and left for dead. He was found by salvers and has been tossed around the market ever since, bobbing up and around from place to place. he only goes by "Ro" as it's the only part of his name or life that he can really remember. He's just searching for some kind of answer to who he might be and where he will end up.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Cherry Blossoms
ღ Spring Rain
ღ Quiet
ღ Trees
ღ Roses
ღ Clear Skies
ღ Intelligent Conversation
ღ Riddles
ღ Val and Seraph
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Tea
✘ Bitter Foods
✘ Seaweed
✘ Eel
✘ Opiates
✘ Insects
✘ Sweetened nuts
✘ His Father
✘ Blame for his Mother's Death X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Can shift into a tiger at will, and must shift into a tiger if hugged by a member of the opposite sex, or when he gets sick and weak.
Yes, there is some side things, like His mind was erased, and since then, he has been mentally unstable as he struggles to adapt to life without his memories.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 4:59 pm
 ❝ I'll pull the strings, doll. Just sit there and look pretty. ❞ I am Toma Sao
But I demand that you call me Master, Lord
I'm not that old, I am Ageless
Are you blind? I'm obviously Beserker
Here's an easy one, I'm Heterosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born September 24th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 3"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 190 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Blonde
Look closer, my eyes are Orange and Gold dual toned
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Scars on my arms and chest and a tattoo of a diamond on the back of my neck. X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with It doesn't matter. The woman will be mine.
Painted They will adhere to my schedule and rules. I don't care about their personality. I will mold them into what I want.
And a few other things, like A halo and Star, and maybe a Ball of String. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be Quite obsessive, but that's why I have OCD. I simply am the way I am, enjoying the finer things in like. Due to my, as one could say, condition of species I am a little rash and volatile. I am demanding and particular. I like things to go my way, and when they do not, I can get quite enraged, to the point of violence on some occasions. I'm aloof and mysterious, never really reacting the same way twice, even though I have a necessity for order. Everything has a place and purpose. I'm not a terrible person if I am obeyed.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that I was doomed from the day I was born. There was never truly any hope for me. Born to a drug-addicted prostitute and a wandering soldier, I was nothing more than an accident laid upon two unwilling parties. My mother,s he tried to find my father after that night. She did a few times, and he told he the same thing every chance he got. "Drown that thing. It has no place in this world." Well, my mother, trying to be a saint for probably the only time in her life did not heed my father's warning, and instead raised me, thinking, I don't even know, that maybe I would bring her good fortune? It was a hard life. I was never loved. I was only there to pick my mother up form the streets when she couldn't walk herself. Most of my childhood was spent waiting outside doors in the cold, watch impeccable women and girl walk by, and finding my trashed mother behind the door when the man walked out, sometimes, not even paying me the coin they were supposed to for using my mother. And of course, when we were paid the coin, it was used to buy more drugs for my mother, given that she couldn't function without them. She was a gluttonous swine, and I wished everyday that she would just die.
When I was ten, I was caught lifting a loaf of stale bread to feed my bloated and starved belly. Of course, no one truly cared about the situation, or the poverty that followed. They didn't even as the reason I was stealing. They just locked me up and asked where my mother was. They didn't think it was so funny when I told them she was in bed with the mayor's son. Instead, they took me to a workhouse, chained me up to the floor and told me that I better get to work before they decided to lock me up forever. It was then that I had my first snap. My father's blood, tainted with war as it was, shown through when one of the older boys at the workhouse tried to steal my meal. I beat him bloody and watched as the others boys looked on in horror. They removed me from the workhouse and took me before the magistrate of the time. A quick to anger warlord who was more interested in fighting battles than protecting his people.
He said he saw potential in me, and trained me up. I was his person recruit, living in quarters not far from his own. He would push me until I snapped,a nd then he would punish me, making me clean boots and armor, never having a childhood. I was no better than a slave. That ******** b*****d was nothing but bermine to be crushed by my god damned hands on the battlefield I was goign to kill him and eat his living heart...excuse me. I served this man. I grew into a "strong lad" under his care. However, there was one token to my time with him. He had a daughter. A beautiful thing, with hair the color of spun gold. Her skin was white as lily blooms, and her eyes round and luminous. Her form, perfect. Much like the dolls she carried with her. That's all she was, A doll. her father brought her out when the men needed morale. She was on display at parties and gatherings, with her mother who had aged. A light in the dark, she was. So pristine. So perfect. I wanted her. I wanted to see how the perfection would fare against the most imperfect accident that ever was created.
I began speaking to her in private. Talking to her about her beauty. Sometimes, she would let me brush that fine hair that rested like silk against my hands. Rarely, he would let me see into her closet,. She would tell me which colors went best against her skin, and which materials flourished in which lights. I grew to be a close confidant in her world of seclusion and men. Her father was grooming her to be a bride he could sell off to some man who didn't deserve her. She was afraid of disappointing her father. One day, he found us speaking together and had me beaten. Bloody. When she came to see if I was okay, I was too far gone. I snapped at her and lashed out at her, before I knew what I had done. I hurt her, and the worst was seeing the fear in her eyes when she looked at me. That was the end of my time at the castle. I was sent out to do battle for my lord, fighting in his armies, trained up further by soldiers and beaten down by them in the same light. I learned a bit how to control my beserker tendencies, lashing out only in the heat of battle and slaughtering thousands that came at me. There were quite a few of us in this lord's collection,and out army was unstoppable.
It was only after the lord had dominated most of the surrounding lands of his home that he became satisfied with his holdings. He no longer needed fierce warriors to make kings fear him. he was in control of the lands, a King in his own right he called all of his fiercest to a gathering. He had many of his other warlords there as well. He tried to slaughter us all, even past out breaking points. We were violent and insane with our rage, but they found themselves a way to kill us, using gasses and swords coated in poison designed to counteract the enzyme that triggers us to go crazy. None the less, it took out nearly all of us. Only three of us managed to escape, and we all parted ways in our running.
I went to look for my mother, finding that she had been lain to rest in a pitiful grave, having no money and no titles. I felt no abandon for her loss. This woman had abandoned me long ago when she had not come after me when I had been taken. She had lost her claim to me, and I only grew angry. Finding a clean female, i took my obsession out on her. Making her flawlessly more beautiful. Working on her hair, her skin, eyes, makeup, everything I could. This female was frightened, and she fought to get away from me. I made her stay, until she killed herself. It was not my fault. I just... I couldn't take care of her. I don't know why she left me. They always do, these silly women.
I've lived alone a long time, putting my efforts into fashion, and doll making. Everything that allowed me to express the beauty of women without them leaving me. However, I'm ready to find another. I want another chance at someone to care for, and I'll be making sure they can not leave me.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Dolls
ღ Girls in Dresses
ღ Obedience
ღ Getting His Way
ღ Glitter
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Imperfections
✘ Girls Cursing
✘ Trashy Women
✘ Not Getting His way
✘ Dirt X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can I have superior strength, and can move rather quickly. I am also a bit special, given my ability to play with the senses od others, but not too much, and it's primarily vision.
Yes, there is some side things, like Toma is not a typical Berserker. He has the craziness, but not generally in battle, more along the lines of he's difficult to be around, and he's very stuck in getting his own way, even if he has to become violent.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
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