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 Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 3:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 11:21 am
 Jordan Nicole DashkovBut my friends call me Jordan
I also go by The Winter Princess
I happen to be twenty two years young
In case you haven't noticed, I'm a female
I measure up to be 125 lbs. and 5'8''
xxxxWhen she was very young, Jordan's mother would always tell her long stories of mystical lands filled with magic and wonder. She never told her of the dangers this mystical world held, knowing that her innocent daughter would never understand. The young girl believed everything her mother told her, and once night, when her parents went to bed, she ventured out into the forest behind their house, finding a faerie ring. Jordan was amazed, they were so beautiful, then she looked closer, and it seemed as if they were... The young girl couldn't figure it out, and then a man came up to her and mumbled some words, and said he would see her again.
The next morning, Jordan woke in her bed, unsure of what had happened, her window was blowing open, and she swore that it wasn't a dream. Her life went on however, as she grew up and had a life of friends and school, nothing special about her. She got good grades, had a decent amount of friends, never even really got in much trouble. Then, on the night before her eighteenth birthday, when the clock hit midnight, she fell to the floor in pain. Everything went black, but before she went completely out, she heard glass breaking, and mumbles, then nothing, the soft and inviting darkness taking her.
After she woke up, Jordan found herself in a mysterious place, filled with magic, but she could tell that it wasn't the place her mother had told her about. This is when she Fiachra, the prince of the dark court. She hated him at first, but slowly, she fell for him, and she loved him very much. They were always together. He even helped her learn how to control her ice powers, ones she gained whilst turning into a fey.
Then, one day, Jordan woke up in a different palace, one of ice and frost. She didn't know what was going on, and then, a man came up to her, and then she just didn't remember. She was told that she had hit her head, and that she was better now, but she may have memory loss, but her husband was very happy she was better.
After that, Jordan changed, she was no longer the sweet and friendly girl she was, now she is a different person, the Queen of Ice.   L i v i n. L o v i n. Yeah, you know I'm special.
Jordan used to be the little angel, kind and sweet, one who loved to make others smile and laugh. She did have that anger side, however, where when she was mad, or threatened, she got very fiery and passionate, this was due to the fact that she was a very protective person, and stubborn, and she loved being right, though when she was wrong, she just joked about how she already knew she was wrong.
After her change to the Queen of Ice, she became more of a promiscuous girl, seductive and sexy, a sort of tease, one who flirted with all, and manipulated her way in to get whatever she wanted. Though, around other important people, such as the high court members, she has learned how to be regal and calm, one who is soft and very fair. Of course, only when she has to be. Jordan loves having fun.
These things make me happy!
♥ Dancing, Wine, Ice
But I can't stand these. . .
x Heat, Silence, Serious People
My Dirty Little Secret! I don't quite have any secrets, but I do slightly remember my life before ice, but it's all too blurry for me to make sense of.
I'm pretty good at dancing, singing, seducing, and my powers are pretty good.
You should know. . . I can't use very strong glamours, but I can make my wings melt into my skin and appear as a tattoo, so that way I appear human.-AngelusVindemia-
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 4:27 pm
 Fiachra DoyleBut my friends call me Fia
I also go by The Dark Prince
I happen to be Four hundred and fifty years young
In case you haven't noticed, I'm one lecherous male.
I measure up to be 6"1 and 170 lbs.
xxxxA long time ago, a Dark faery prince named Fiachra Doyle was born to the Dark Court. He was graced with Fiachra, the name of the raven, in honor of the court. His startling green eyes peered up into his mother's visage as she named him. At once, she knew that he would make the whole of the Dark Court proud. Quickly Fiachra did grow, but, as he grew, he got into much trouble. He found great pleasure in pranking, teasing, and taunting other faeries of the court and even faeries in other courts. Surely they could do nothing about a silly little child. Things did change as Fiachra aged.
At the time of his adolescence, Fiachra began to cavort with women, mortal and faery alike. With the mortal women, the Dark prince noticed that they acted quite strange around him. When his skin was touched to theirs, something inside of their eyes lit on fire and they would stop at nothing to be in his company. He realized that the pathetic mortals had become addicted to him. Only then did he figure that he was a rare kind of faery: a gancanagh. There was a poison inside of his flesh that secreted itself at all times. If a mortal were to touch his skin, then the mortal would only want for his company and nothing else. Those mortals afflicted by his poisonous skin eventually withered into nothing and died. Fiachra knew it was in the nature of mortals to do so. He easily figured that they were disposable.
Time passed; Fiachra aged only in years. His appearance never changed, but the world around him did. He cavorted with mortals here and there. All who spent the night with him perished soon after. Besides seduction, his other pleasures included the endless and joyful dancing in the traditional faery rings of his kind. Among the music and dancing he would feel his spirit almost lift into the sky. Once dawn neared, things stopped and his spirit returned to his body. One night a mortal girl child stumbled upon their faery ring. Fiachra, thinking the child both amusing and annoying, banished the child back to her home with a curse upon her. What curse it was, he could not remember; he did remember saying that she would soon return to him.
To an immortal, years passed by in an instant. A good and seasonable decade had flashed by, and Fiachra looked no older than he had been before. In every respect, Fiachra still slept with women and danced in the faery rings. The only thing that changed was a jerk somewhere inside of him. Some energy he had spent--magic, per say--was becoming active. The magic tugged him to its source. He viewed through a window a girl undergoing a change. Fiachra attempted to recall what magic he had cast and remembered that tiny mortal child a decade ago. His face was close to the glass of her window, the moon tickling his back, as he watched her transform. Soon after, Fiachra entered her room and spirited her away to his court.
The mortal girl, Jordan, was terribly irritating at first. He could not understand how a young woman could be so impossible! Though, his feelings changed once he truly saw her for what she was. Fiachra noticed her great beauty--pale and porcelain skin, cold and fiery eyes, curling gold hair--and felt a deep and carnal attraction to her. As he got to know her, he realized that she was becoming a faery. The curse he had placed upon her was wringing her of her mortality. No longer was Fiachra afraid to touch her; faeries who touched him could not be addicted. It was at this same time that his soul touched hers deeper than his body penetrated.
He fell in love for the first time in his life.
Like those faery dances, Fiachra's spirit soared high above the heavens. For a time, he was the happiest he had ever been. He only wanted for Jordan and Jordan alone. One day, Jordan simply vanished. Fiachra waited for her return, but the passing years proved her absence. Jordan was never going to return to him. So, Fiachra's heart broke and filled with the warmth only darkness could provide. A body and a heart that ached for what it could not have could only hope to fill its barren feelings with touch. Fiachra delved himself into flirtations, seductions, and pure lust. He watched more and more mortal women die from his hand. The Dark Prince did not care.
All that he loved was gone.   L i v i n. L o v i n. Yeah, you know I'm special.
Fiachra Doyle is a unique and irresistible individual. Because of his status, this faery is in every way the pampered prince. There is nothing that Fiachra wants that he can't imagine not attaining. He has the utmost confidence to attain whatever he wants, especially if it means hurting someone else. When socializing, his commanding and dominant demeanor will oftentimes seep through. Sometimes he can be so commanding to the point of irritating. Among his better traits, Fiachra is polite and, bound by fey nature, always tells the truth. Though, like many of his kind, Fiachra twists the truth in ways mortals cannot perceive until the very end.
Though he may be polite, controlled he is not. Fiachra knows what he wants and goes for it, usually applying that determination to the seduction of various women. He has been charming and seducing women for many centuries, so he has great experience in that field. Usually, his ritual is many-night stands until he grows bored by one lover and interested by another. Until Jordan, his attention in many different women waxed and waned with the phases of the moon. Jordan changed him into a focused person, but her sudden disappearance changed him back into his old self. Unfortunately, his mind, unlike his old self, is not fully concentrated on the pleasure of his lover but on Jordan.
These things make me happy!
♥Likes.
Jordan.Darkness.Sex.Women.Flirting.Partying.
But I can't stand these. . .
xDislikes.
The Winter Prince.Cold.Rejection.Attitude.Defiance.
My Dirty Little Secret! His heart still belongs to Jordan.
I'm pretty good at foreplay, seduction, and illusions.
You should know. . . that Fiachra is a gancanagh. When he becomes aroused, his eyes turn a bright neon green.Evoblack
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