❝ Would someone care to classify, our broken hearts and twisted minds, so I can find someone to rely on. ❞
I am Beatrix Vladmeer Autumn.
But I demand that you call me Trixie or Bee.
I'm not that old, I am rather young for my kind... 1030 years of age.
Are you blind? I'm obviously Demon - Halloween Spirit
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual, though I really like men more than women.
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born October 31st.
X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞
Do the measurements, I'm Five feet and seven inches tall.
I don't look it, I know, but I'm a hundred and twenty pounds, though that question is one you shouldn't ask a lady.
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is An orange red.
Look closer, my eyes are Red.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have a pumpkin tattoo on my left thigh and of course, my horns, wings and tail that are only visible to other demons. To anyone else, I look human.
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 Any would work, but leather would probably be best, I believe.
Painted Hm... Maybe some green? Or dark blue? Any would work here as well.
And a few other things, like A star is the only requirement. I want something different.
X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞
People say I tend to be I'm usually a happy go lucky person. Flirtatious and playful as most of my kind are, I am at my most powerful on Halloween and the three days of the full moon each month. During the new moon, however, I become lethargic and easily irritated. During these times, I enjoy being left alone, but I am open to company. If it isn't the new moon, I am energetic and playful with a heart full of warmth and caring. I enjoy being around people who test my patience and even those that can be cocky. I like freedoms and people who stick up for themselves because after living a life of being under someone's thumb myself, I hate it when others are forced to do the same. Which is why I'm looking for a lucky slave to save and become my companion, even if only in friendship.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that when I was born, it was no joyous occasion. My mother had been a witch and was on the run from farmer who had found out about her witchcraft. My father was unknown, one of the many demons from the depths of hell that she had called forth to service her at night. My mother gave birth to me in a barn on her own and she knew that she was going to die, whether it be form bleeding to death or from the murderous farmers coming to slay her. It was Hallow's Eve, after all, a night where witchcraft ran like lightening in the night, electrifying the air and making it hard to breath. I don't remember it at all, but my adopted parents told me the whole story.
My mother summoned a female demon form the depths of hell with the last ounce of her strength and gave me away, telling the demoness to take great care of the precious Hallow's Eve spirit in the bundle of cloth. My mother couldn't see my wings or my horns, hoped I might even pass as human, but the demoness took me to hell with her, saying that I could never pass for a mortal. I grew up in the putrid depths of the underworld until my fifth birthday when we packed and came to the surface. We lived amongst mortals for years, traveling as the gypsies do to avoid being caught as inhuman since we didn't age.
After I turned thirteen, my adopted parents told me about my true mother and told me her story. Ever since then, I hated witches, hated them for being what they were and for getting themselves caught. On my fifteenth birthday, my parents told me that I was 'betrothed' to someone and I fled from them and the 'responsibility' that came with getting married. I was only fifteen after all, barely out of my youth. I picked up their ways, moving from place to place, constantly on the run to avoid them.
After over a thousand years of running, however, I was tired of never being able to settle and just enjoy the calm serenity of nature that I enjoyed so much. I found myself on the outskirts of a growing metropolis, the woods around the house and a small farming field enveloped and have protected me for the last thirty years. I'm finally looking to settle down, but the last thirty years have been lonely and I've decided to save someone from a life that they don't want to live, in return, I want at least ten years of companionship, even the friendship kind. Jack's company just isn't enough these days...
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Hallow's eve. Also known as Halloween or anything to do with the holiday.
ღ Anything pumpkin flavored.
ღ Cats.
ღ Ice cream, chocolate and strawberries.
ღ Nature.
ღ Horror movies.
ღ Video games.
ღ My cat, Jack.
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Winter.
✘ People saying the Halloween is a 'demonic holiday'.
✘ Witchcraft.
✘ Dogs.
✘ Eggplants, lemon flavored anything, and romance movies.
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 into a black cat or a black panther, minor plant manipulation and I consume fear and joyous atmospheres.
Yes, there is some side things, like Two years ago, a cat found her way to my property in the middle of a rain storm. Her coat was soaked and she was about to go into labor. I took her into my home and gave her warm milk and let her birth her litter in the comforts of a warm home and safety. Her entire litter was still born except for a black and white tuxedo colored male, which I named Jack. Since then, Jack has become a very good friend to me, although his mother had run off into the woods after he was weened. I still see her white fur weaving in and out of the trees from time to time.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Saphire_L_Fox
