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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:11 pm
I'd rather not speak to someone like you. ▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ We'll start simple. My name is Violet Isolde Tyr.
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ But I guess you can call me I change my name every couple years. Usually it's Vi, but as of now, I go by Viola.
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I'm not old yet, I'm 183.
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I was born a vampire.
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I've grown to be 5'8"
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I weigh a whopping 114 pounds. ✰ I guess I can be described as 'pretty'. I look a lot like my mother, more than Gracie does. I of course inherited her fire red hair. Usually it is wavy, or curly. Rarely is it seen straight. I also inherited my mothers icy gaze. My eyes are a very light shade of blue, and they're very clear. My eyelashes are dark, and medium length, they make my eyes that much more definable. I have very fair skin, there isn't a visible mark on my body. No freckles, or beauty marks. I'm tall, and thin. My chest isn't small, but it's not big. I have nice curves, that go well with my long legs. My fingers are long, musician fingers is what my mother used to say. Of course I have fangs, their no different than any other vampires. My lips are very pale though, so I usually color them with different shades of lip stick.
Let's delve into the past.
I've been destined a life of suffering, with only one good thing. Gracie. She's always been there for me, she's not only my sister, but my best friend. And I will protect her no matter what. We've been through a lot together. Boys are very attracted to her, mainly human boys since we don't interact much with our own species. I soothe her when a boy breaks her heart. I hate it when she's upset, we only have each other now. Everyone else was ripped from our lives. We tried to make friends, but it only leads to death. First we lost both of our parents in one day, back in the 1800s. We were sent to live in a boarding school for vampire children, to learn about our culture. Eric Northman has treated us as his own children, since he and my mother were made by the same man, Dedrich. He fell into a depression just like our mother, but she couldn't take it anymore. Whereas he had to push forward. He was very successful, and has a lot of money. But Grace and I inherited all of Dedrich's riches. So were pretty much set for life.
In 1954, Grace and I met a coven of vampires. By this time, I was trained well, and knew how to use a sword. I also mastered my abilities. I was still teaching Gracie how to master hers, and that's how we met the family of vampires. We were practicing in an empty field in Tennessee, where we settled down for the time being. We had just discovered Grace's first talent, and were working hard to have her master it. It was in the middle of the night, so we weren't expecting anybody to find us, but we were wrong. Two male vampires had Grace and I by the throats in a matter of seconds. Of course Grace was scared, but I stayed calm, and fought off the fist vampire with my fire. The other was shocked, and dropped Gracie who scurried toward me. After twenty minutes of fighting, another vampire entered the field, and forced the boys to stop. She introduced herself as Aaliyah Dowry. She was the mother of the two boys who had attacked us, who were Ethan and Zane. She took us to her home, and introduced us to her family. Her husband was Damon, and she had two more kids. A girl that was almost sixteen named Misty. And a baby who was three named Luna. Ethan and Zane were twins and were almost thirty in vampire years, but of course they looked eighteen.
We stayed with the Dowry coven for two years, thinking that we were finally apart of something. I fell in love with Zane, and we were a couple. Ethan was like a brother, and Misty was a good friend. Aaliyah and Damon were like a loving aunt and uncle. Grace and I finally belonged. But like all good things in our life, something bad happened. Another year went by with no problem, but in 1957, Grace and I were forced to run. We were out with Zane and Luna shopping for Misty's birthday. Zane felt something bad, and we immediately went home. Grace, Luna, and I stayed outside, while Zane ran in to check the house. After a few minutes, I heard a loud yell, it was Zane. I told Grace to take Luna and hide. After they were hidden, I ran into the house. What I saw would never leave my mind. There was blood everywhere, and the bodies of dead hunters. Five of them. Damon and Aaliyah were lying on the floor together, a stake right below their hearts. They were dying, and told me to take care of Luna. Moments later they stopped breathing, and turned to ash, joining my mother in the spirit world. I ran into the kitchen, searching for Misty and Ethan, praying that they were alive. I found Zane, lying on the ground, dying. A stake through his stomach. I pulled him in my arms, and cried for the second time in my life. He told me that the hunters took Misty and Ethan. They got away. I held Zane in my lap until the last words that left his lips were I love you. His body turned to ash, and he left me screaming to the spirits. My new family was dead. All I had left were Luna and Gracie. I gave them the news, and six year old Luna sobbed, just as I sobbed when my mother died. Gracie too cried, now we had no where to go.
Within a year, Grace, Luna, and I searched for Misty and Ethan. But we never found them. We crossed paths with a wicked witch, who was angered by little Luna and cast a spell on the child, forcing her to stay in a seven year olds body for the rest of eternity. We saved Luna from the witches clutches and ran away before she could put anymore spells on us. I trained Gracie and Luna hard, they became strong, and they became killers. Luna had the look of a seven year old, but her minds grew. Now there is a war coming, the hunters initiating it. We were called to Eric's school once again, and are being prepared for battle. He's even considered using Luna because she's strong, yet innocent looking. I can only hope that he'll leave her out of it. I don't want her dead.
I'm as sweet as honey!
That's not true at all. I'm not sweet. I'm deadly, I'm strong, and I'm a killer. I have a temper, and I do not let my feelings interfere with anything. I've become hard over the years, there have been too many deaths in my life. Only Luna and Grace know the true me. Behind this dangerous Facade, I'm kind. I care about those I love, and I sometimes wish that I was not a vampire. I wish to be normal. I am stubborn, and I'll fight to the death. If you lay a finger on my sisters, you'll be dead in a moment. I am very protective. I guess I'd make a good mother, but I can't trust anyone. I won't let anyone in. But I guess the fairy girl and the wolf boy are alright.. moveitmoveitmoveit ❤ My heart belongs to my Zane.. Gracie, and Luna..moveitmoveitmoveit ➽ It's an ironic ability, but I can control fire. It's very boring though. I have the ability to 'glamour' like most other vampires. It's where you can pretty much control someone's mind, and erase their memory. It comes in handy after feeding. I can also move things with my mind, even heavy things. But this is only for my lazy moments. Or when I've gotten into a fight with someone, and need a little help from something inanimate. moveitmoveitmoveit ✱ Oh, I almost forgot! I don't kill my prey when I feed like other vampires do. I enjoy playing the piano, and I hate the color red. This is Luna Allie Dowry.☾ x CatastrophicHeartbreak ☽
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 8:35 pm
Turn that frown upside down! Hmmm.. Huh? Oh! Hello~! ▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ We'll start simple. My name is Grace Deidra Tyr
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ But I guess you can call me Gracie
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I'm not old yet, I'm One hundred and seventy eight!
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I was born a Vampire
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I've grown to be 5' 5"
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I weigh a whopping 107lbs. ✰ I don't look a thing like my mother. At least, not anymore. I used to have red hair, like Vi, but I dyed it blonde a long time ago. It sits a little ways passed my shoulders. I like to play with it a lot, curling it, straightening it, putting it up. It's relaxing. I have my father's eyes- a light brown color. My skin is light, but not quite as pale as my sisters. But I'm free of any beauty marks! My chest is a moderate size, not too big to off-balance my short stature, but not too small, either. Other than that, I'm not all that curvy. I have think, pink lips that help to hide my fangs.
Let's delve into the past.
I don't really remember a lot from the day our parents died. I only have little flashes of memories of my parents. Violet has told me several times before what happened on that day, though. I'm kinda glad I don't remember.
If it hadn't been for Eric, I don't know what we would've done. He took us in, treated us like family- well, I think we were kinda family, seeing as his maker was our mother's maker, too. We were pretty well-off with him. Violet took care of me, mostly. She's been more like a mother to me than a sister, but she's also my best friend. Whenever I would mingled with humans, it was always Vi that picked me back up when one of them broke my heart, and she always comforted me when we lost a friend. I always tried to be there for her, too, but something tells me I ended up with better end of the deal.
Our life with the Dowrys was good. It got off to a rocky start, sure- it took me a while to fogive those guys for scaring the crap out of me when we first met! But they treated us well, and were kind and generous. We finally had a home, had somewhere where we belonged. I was so happy for Vi when she fell in love. Zane was great, and was nice to me, too! Misty and I were off to a rocky start, too, but we were civil. I think it's because we were so much a like. And cute little Luna was always a charmer! Ethan, too. That day when we came home, the day they were all killed, is not one I know much about. Vi doesn't really talk about it. She only said that she found Luna's parents dead, and Zane was killed, too. The Hunters had taken Misty and Ethan. We looked for them, but we never found them. And if that wasn't enough, poor little Luna was soon after cursed by some bitter old hag of a witch! To be stuck at seven for eternity...
In more recent times, we were called back to Eric's school. It was nice to see an old friend again, but the terms in which it was under were not as pleasent. These Hunters, it seems, have been gathering forces. I don't exactly know what will happen, but no matter what, I won't let my sisters down I will make Violet proud of me. And I will make sure Luna never cries again.
I'm as sweet as honey!
Some people seem to think I'm perpetually happy, since I always seem to be in a good mood. I'd like to think I'm an opptemist- my sister is so hardened, I figure one of us has to be, right? Normally speaking, I'm friendly and cheery, helpful and quite girly and child like. At least, to most people. Alone with my sister, I can be very serious and mature. I try to see the bright side of things because for us, they always look so bleak. I can be pretty melacholy, especially when I think back to mom and dad, and the Dowrys. My happiness is a shield I put so people don't worry about me. Well, I guess not 'people'. Mostly Violet. I'm extremely loyal to my sister, and Luna, too. I would do anything for her. moveitmoveitmoveit ❤ My heart belongs to Violet and Luna- I really can't afford to have my heart out there right now when they need me. moveitmoveitmoveit ➽ Besides the Glamour ability that almost all vamps have, my main power is my strength. Do not let my size fool you! I've been slinging bar-bells around for a while now, and my aim isn't too bad! I also get premonitions. It's exactly like glimpses into the future, but more of a feeling that something is about to happen, like if it'll rain tomorrow, or if something bad is going to happen. It also happens to give me quite the unfair advantage in hide-and-go-seek. moveitmoveitmoveit ✱ Oh, I almost forgot! After experiencing so much violence and murder in my lifetime, I've decided to become a pacifest of sorts. I'm not above defending myself if someone attacks me, but I won't innitiate a fight. I learned from my sister how to not kill my prey when I feed off of them. ☾ Reku1495 ☽
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 6:50 pm
Hey! What’s up? ▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ We'll start simple. My name is Kristian Alexandrov
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ But I guess you can call me Kris
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I'm not old yet, I'm Twenty
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I was born a Hunter
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I've grown to be 6’0”
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I weigh a whopping 140 lbs ✰ It doesn’t matter to me if you think that I am handsome or not. As a hunter I keep myself in shape, nothing like a body builder but it’s all muscle. My hair is light brown and it might start out brushed but eventually it’ll get messy from running around. Ever looked into my eyes? Well they are a light blue, not a pale blue just blue but lighter. I have rough hands because of my job; it’s hard to keep them soft when I’m either fighting or training for when I need to fight. I might shave once in a while but usually I have some stubble on my chin. I’m a shifter though, so I can change my appearance whenever I want to, but I like who I am and usually stay that way.
Let's delve into the past.
I’m not sure what my life was like before I was taken in by the Hunters. I can remember small parts of my life maybe my mother’s face or my father’s voice. I can tell that they love me but at the same time it could just be me making up emotions to cope with them leaving me in the forest. It was hard for me to believe as a child…I don’t remember why I just know that when I was younger I didn’t believe them but I guess I was just a stubborn child because I understand that they wouldn’t lie to me now. So that means that my family abandoned me in a forest and I was taken in by the Hunters.
The Hunters’ became my family and I did anything I could to repay them for their kindness. The first thing they taught me was discipline and to hate creatures . Discipline is what every Hunter had to know if they were going to work well in the group. Hatred of Vampires, werewolves, fairies and other creatures is what helps everyone bond. We all have a common goal, to eradicate them and that goal pushes us to do anything we can to achieve that goal. After that I was taught to control my shifting ability, as a child I tried to but sometimes it was just so hard. Any emotion would set me off in a blur of changes. If I was scared I would shift into large animals, mad was usually a bear, and sometimes it was just a moment where I would let my creativity take control of my mind and I would end up shifting again. As soon as I learned to control it I was also taught how to fight with it as well as weapons. That’s what really set me apart from the rest of the group; I was a quick learner and could master any weapon they handed me. Along the way I did make some friends but I’ve always been better off alone anyways.
My first mission was one of my worst, I managed to do everything they told me to but some of the creatures got away and they shouldn’t be alive. This is a war and we have a “take no prisoners” mentality about our raids. It was tough learning the best way to make sure that everything he crossed was killed but after two more missions he got it down and established himself as one of the best among the Hunters. This got me chosen for my most important mission yet, as a shifter I would be able to blend in with the creatures I despised and this combined with my knack for killing made me perfect for infiltrating a school full of creatures and learning everything I could about what they were planning. I want to help the hunters win this war and I will do anything to get them their win.
I'm as sweet as honey!
Pffft, now that’s funny. I can be sweet but that’s really just acting. I’m very stubborn and am determined to do anything that I can to get what I want. There is no stopping me when I put my mind to it. But I do understand that not everyone gets what they want and I know that I need to choose my battle wisely if I am going to get things done. But I’m not all about business and the hunters, there is a deeper side to me it just takes some time to see it. I guess that my parents leaving me left me vulnerable and I wasn’t going to let someone get the chance to leave me again. I do like to joke around and have a good time but I never really give myself the chance to have some fun. moveitmoveitmoveit ❤ My heart belongs to Crush? The only thing I crush is the enemy… moveitmoveitmoveit ✱ Oh, I almost forgot! I like to shift into dogs when I'm bored and relaxing. But that moveitmoveitmoveitmoveit doesn't mean I lost my bite. ☾ Eragon Ryoku ☽
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 6:29 pm
'Ello, how are you? ▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ We'll start simple. My name is Rufus Victor Wright
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ But I guess you can call me Rufus. Just call me Rufus.
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I'm not old yet, I'm twenty
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I was born a hunter
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I've grown to be 6' 1"
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I weigh a whopping 175 lbs. ✰ I'm handsome. I'm tan, and muscled. Girls fall all over me most of the time. My hair is dark brown, and almost always messy. I don't take the time to style it, plus, it fits me. My eyes are dark blue, and my lashes are dark. I'm rather tall, and have a killer set of abs. My hands are strong, and large. A hunters deadliest weapon. My lips are full, and hide a set of shiny, straight teeth. No fangs like those bloodsuckers. I'm a healthy weight for my size. Girls say that when I genuinely smile, it makes them fall in love with me. I have the body of a human, a hunter, a killer.
Let's delve into the past.
The beginning of my life is hazy, just like anyone else's. But my makeshift family has filled me in over the years. It is vague the information but as a very young infant I was abandoned by my parents, who were shifters. Both of them were. The hunters told me that shape shifters were untrustworthy, sneaky creatures who always abandoned their kin. I was raised to believe such things, so you could imagine my complete and utter disgust when I found out I inherited the gene.
I got a bad attitude bred out of self loathing. I took it out on all of the hunters. But we live a very disciplined, strict lifestyle. My jerk attuitude was quickly rectified. I am not really supposed to talk about it but I know after I came back from "talking" to one of the boss men I was back and focused. The self loathing still exists but I can surpress it, to an extent. The hunters, as soon as they discovered my little ability, set me to work training. After these training sessions I would feel sick and disgusted with myself. They teach me that it is wrong, then they train me to harness it. My favorite days were when I trained in other things. Were I could be my best as just a human. Just Rufus.
I climbed the chain quickly. I kicked faces, I stepped on people to get to the top, and I got there with minimal shifting. I'm proud of how I did it, and now I am the best of the best. Unfortunately that comes with "special" missions. Meaning going to school, using my abilities, and making friends with the creatures. Sometimes I am sure the hunters want me to quit.
But I love my job.
I'm as sweet as honey!
I am not sure that statement is true. But I try not to be too serious. My job is a huge bore if you're a straight laced person. This, of course, doesn't mean I treat my job as a joke. I am incredibly focused and determined to succeed to the best of my ability. When I started I was an incredibly angry person, I was greatful to the hunters but I had a bad attitude. I quickly learned that wouldn't fly. That being said I have learned to control my temper and channel it into work. It take a lot to piss me off. Some one has to know just the right buttons to push to push me over the edge. Having to use my "skill" puts me in a bad mood though, always. It never fails. moveitmoveitmoveit ❤ My heart belongs to my job. moveitmoveitmoveit ✱ Oh, I almost forgot! Because both my parents were shifters, I am pretty powerful. But the pain of being abandoned has made me hate who I am, I don't really use my powers too much. ☾ I Speak Books ☽
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 4:29 am
I bet you like what you see. ... And why the hell are you speaking to me? ▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ We'll start simple. My name is Kasvin Kieran Ledin.
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ But I guess you can call me Kas, perhaps.
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I'm not old yet, I'm four thousand seven hundren and sixty-one.
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I was born a Demon.
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I've grown to be 6' 6 and 1/2".
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I weigh a whopping 186 pounds. ✰ I know very will that I am good-looking in any and all ways possible. My body is built for luring so having a many people attracted to me happens quite often. My structure is sturdy, strong and large for fighting and such. I have a well-lean and muscular body. Now, my facial features are chiseled - that fact seems to draw creature alike to me. My skin is a pale olive with no hideous blemishes fixated anywhere. My lips are full that hide my large pearly teeth. My eyes a deep hazel and hold a haunting glow. My hair is black and shaggy and never kept neatly. It is long for a male's hair but being a demon, when cutting ones hair, my kinds' grow fast and heal fast, so I let it fall where it needs be. I sport many-a-piercings. So called 'snake bites' and also 'angel bites' - more or less because I found irony in the matter. As well as a left nostril piercing and one-inch gauges. I know they are a bit tribal, but I enjoy decorating my body. I also have a birthmark on my chest that runs from the center and spreads across my collar bone. As I have grown the more intricate the detailing has become; it is of a pair of wings and a crown. From birth, seeing those markings, creatures of my kind knew I had been destined for power and greatness. I believe I have lived up to that.
Let's delve into the past.
I was born into a highly esteemed and placed family of fighters and warriors in the supernatural demon 'community' in hell itself. So I was clearly destined to follow in that line of work if I wanted to or not. Not that I am complaining. I'm good at what I do. I worked hard and did what was needed to be done to follow in the right path of my previous ancestors. Once my mine is set onto something, never will I change it. I will always do what it needed to be done to achieve that goal. Easily I persevered. Even at such a young age, I was considered one of the best of not just my family's time, but of all my kind. But I try best not to use my abilities for those of bad nature. I keep my families lives in mind.
As life went on, I did what I wished with no care, as any Demon did in the world. Then slowly the talk of war began to ensue between hunters and other such creatures, I was immediately interested. Demons were more of the neutral in the matter. If either side needed any type of help, it was given without question and once given, we went back to our own business. Nevertheless, soon my help had been asked by a man Eric whom had seen my abilities and wished for help with training his creatures for his side of the war. I agreed so, mostly for the reason of not having anything else better to do... Also, I was curious about how earth was doing. It had been ages since I had last visited.
I'm as sweet as honey!
I suppose that statement could be found true in some cases, but only in some very small aspects; only if you have something I desire or if you are something I desire. I am never the one to back from what I have my mind set on. I am certain and sure of myself. As how often I have been told how powerful I am, how could I think any differently? It is not like I am to ignore it after all these long years. I speak my mind and act on impulse. I find it is best to act on how you feel first and never second guess ones self afterward. Feeling is important to me, so what type of feeling I gain from someone is how I will act upon them, you see - so, I study. I am aloof to many, though. As I am sure of myself and such, I am quite aloof around others so I may get the chance to study. And with that previous characteristic, I am usually taken for dark. And I am. Being raised in the underworld that characteristic is not uncommon. My humor is dark, my speaking is dark, my thinking is dark. I have a fierce temper and a sharp tongue... but, if by any chance I do come to like your company, I will-- enjoy my company with you with any way possible. Charming, charismatic and alluring are some of the most practiced for my kind... moveitmoveitmoveit ❤ My heart belongs to none what-so-ever. Silly to ask such an idiotic question. moveitmoveitmoveit ➽ Well, I am able to do many a things. By abilities are quite powerful and are always marveled at, as they rightfully should. I can easily teleport decently long distances as well and teleport others along myself if I am touching them. I am very strong; I am one of the best of my kind. I also hone the ability to shift into a dog like creature - and considering my race, of course, our aspect and type of dog is much different than those of the human world - a rather large and fierce creature. My howl can strike fear into the strongest man and also with living in the underworld, fire runs through my veins; I can breath it. moveitmoveitmoveit ✱ Oh, I almost forgot! How one can tell if I am lost in my thoughts or studying is my eyes will give an odd bright glow. ☾ Ink Stained Felixx☽
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 5:16 pm
That's nice. Leave now. ▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ We'll start simple. My name is Imilia Krutar Maltier
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ But I guess you can call me Milly
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I'm not old yet, I'm Twenty
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I was born a Hunter / Aiater
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I've grown to be 5'7"
▶ ▷ ▶ ▷ I weigh a whopping 124lbs ✰ I am beautiful. I have been told that many times before. My feelings towards how I look are nonexistent, so you'll have to suffice with what I've been told from others. I do know that I have brunette hair, and that it is thick and soft, with a slight natural wave to it, like that of Eve's. Ironic. My eyes, naturally, are brown, but they turn into green snake eyes whenever my power is in use. I have pale skin, soft and clear, with the exception of large scar on my back, with a matching one on my stomach from where I'd been stabbed all those years ago.... I'm curvy, I believe, with an ample chest and hips. I have long legs, strong arms. I dress in what's suitable- with the hunters, it is generally a uniform, something I can move in. At this school, I suppose I shall wear whatever fits in the best. That's my job now. To fit in.
Let's delve into the past.
I wish I could not remember my past. But I do, and no matter what I've tried, it will not change. My parents were brutally murdered by humans. Hunters. My clan, as well. My people lived peacefully amongst themselves, in small villages deep within dense forests, away from humans, away from where they may hurt someone. But we were found. We had no idea we were the last, and even under attack, we weren't worried about our race dying out. The Hunters came and slaughtered us, burning the village to the ground. I am not sure how I survived. I had been stabbed through my back, the spear piercing out through my stomach. I passed out, and was awoken with the Hunters. They informed me I was the last of my kind. And then I killed them. I was six. It only took one look for each of them to fall to the ground dead.
After that, they binded my hands and legs, and put a blindfold over my eyes. No matter how much I thrashed about, I could not free myself. I stayed like that for months. Then I stopped. I just couldn't anymore. Eventually, they began to train me. Or, use me for training. Primarily, I'd been used to help train other Hunters, to teach them how to deal with dangers crypitics like me. Every day I'd be beaten. I was just a kid. But that was my life now. I didn't fight it. There were others there, too, other creatures. A werewolf, a vampire, some others. They didn't fight either. I had a friend, though, a shifter. He was kind to me. A few years older, always helped me out. The day they killed him was the day I fought back. When training, they found my hands and eyes, so I could not fight back. But that day, when he died, I fought back. I fought until my hands were free and then, all those moves they'd used on me, those techiniques they tried out on me, I sent back at them. But I was stronger. And more importantly, I had nothing to lose.
I must've twelve at the time. From that point on, they trained me. They put me to work. I did as told, or I died. Some might think I wouldn't have cared, but I did. I couldn't die. If I died, I would never be able to rebuild my clan, or get revenge for my only friend's death. I despise the Hunters, but until the time comes where the status quo between them I and change, I must fight for them. I have killed many to stay in their good graces. Acceptable loses. This war is unfortunate, but I feel if I preform well here, it will be just the boost I need to start working out my plan. I must make them trust me, no matter the cost.
I'm as sweet as honey!
I am a product of my environment. I amy cynical and cruel, I show no mercy to those who are weak. That is the basis of natural selection, is it not? I must be the strongest, I must survive. I am very goal-oriented, and stubborn; I do not give up on things easily. "Where there is a will, there is a way." I am serious, and rarely do I see even remotely happy or content. And those who do come off as that irk me. In this world, there is nothing to smile about. Their trivial happiness in the 'small things' is such a sham. I believe in looking at the big picture. Focusing so much on the details is wasteful, and will never help you in the end. Even so... I suppose I am a bit lonely. I have no one in this world. My only friend was taken from me long ago. Perhaps that is why I want to bring back my clan, so that I won't be so alone anymore. moveitmoveitmoveit ❤ My heart belongs to My people. moveitmoveitmoveit ✱ Oh, I almost forgot! I must wear sunglasses at all times, to avoid killing those I look at. I hate them. I hope one day I can control my power enough to get rod of them. It would be nice to look at someone, to really look at them, someday. ☾ Reku1495☽
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