Post by Ivory Eda Mustow on Aug 1, 2009 5:16:06 GMT -5
Name:Ivory Eda Mustow
Age:Eighteen
Member Group: Normal Human
Character History:Both Etney and Sampson Mustow were indeed young lovers - being friends from the aged of three when their parents reunited after separation. Both their parents had indeed been friends themselves, Etney's father being the closet and best man to Sampson's. At the time, Etney was living within Vegas; and the pair would often visit one another to grace their parents with that joy of visual contact and hugs. Yet, unaware to everyone, the two opposing gendered children got closer and closer as they grew older - staying in contact unaware to their parents. Soon they began to have those occasional sleep overs, the shy glances being exchanged being classed as cute. At the age of thirteen; it was a shocker when on Sampson's fourteenth birthday the year younger Etney planted a long and passionate kiss upon him. Since that day, the pair were indeed in love.
It brought the families closer, despite the obvious difference in location. Such a long distance relationship didn't bother the pair, and at eighteen, Etney was working as a young show girl in the Vegas casinos where as Sampson was a content young man working in his Father's liquor store. The shocking sight of it all was when the pair embarked on a weeks holiday with one another - only for them to return declaring they were indeed expecting. Nine months later, within the food isle of the local store - along came Tyree Kao Mustow; a bouncing baby boy who had a wail louder than most. Still...the young parents were proud and in love with their first child.
It was unfortunate that within that year of his birth, Sampson lost his Father; leaving him the soul owner to the store. His mother simply laughed at him when he complained...but him and Etney took it on proudly. The business shot off with the new staff; and to have a bouncing baby boy sitting there waving like a loon when you entered...even the rougher characters grew a strong love for the Mustow family. Married on their son's first birthday - it was after their small honey moon they returned to once again declare they were expecting. Within these nine months, it was so to speak the family developed certain characteristics. For example, Etney began to grow quieter and much loving toward people - where as Sampson began to develop a more head strong and dangerous aura...not to say he wasn't a loving fool.
Once again in the middle of a market isle, Etney was horrified to realize the similar relations to labor on April fools day of 1991, her husband chuckling while mumming "happy fools day yourself" - bouncing his baby son on his hip. It wasn't until he slipped on her water and Tyree was sliding along the highly polished floors giggling that he realized she wasn't fooling around. After a long hard day of labor and the constant smacking on the back of her one and only son...the Mustow were finally graced with their second child; a beautiful dark haired beauty in which they named Ivory. Skin as pale as snow; eyes bright sapphires of intelligence and creativity - the family was overjoyed.
So the family was almost complete. Ivory and Tyree grew up like your typical young kids - fighting with one another and being idiotic screamers in school. Cute and adorable...it was hard to stay mad for long. While Tyree had always been a natural numb skull and began to get interested in girls from a young age - it seemed Ivory would be the crown jewel for she began to get fascinated by books and imaginative concepts. Drawing zombies and vampires...at the age of six; her parents were overwhelmed. Well known in town - the family just got along selling the alcohol to many; while Sampson began his own small pathetic drug trade out back. Noticed to his beloved wife, she would often swat him but gave up. Her only relief was that he only grew addicted to smoking and didn't get addicted to nothing illegal.
To forward in life, the family grew upon a normal scale - Tyree growing dangerously rebellious, the business getting far and Ivory showing strange obsessions with mythical books and sketches. Though, turning twelve - all the attention was placed upon her Grandmother. The woman died a week before Ivory's twelth...and the day of the funeral was indeed one to remember. Not only did Ivory fall over the poor coffin and send her Grandmother flying...but a lone black cat seemed determined not to leave the scene. A kitten at the time, it sat and contently licked Ivory's arm in which the bone had penetrated the skin. Strange but loyal in a sense.
After the horror of it all, the family adopted the cat as their own - naming her Kandi. Healing within the reaches of her room; it was then Ivory began to notice her brother. Tyree (then fourteen) would often sneak out in the night; unaware to his parents with a few girls and boys from his local class. Smoking and drinking..it shocked her. Still, the soon to be biker and rough hard had that soft spot for his family and that daft cat that would often steal his breakfast. A delicious scar centering around Ivory's arm, she returned to school content. The usual fights and failures in class due to her lazy nature continued, and at her own age of fourteen - her sixteen year old brother left school and began to get involved in his own form of mechanics and drug sharing. Muscles building and tattoos forming - Ivory admired the male.
Over the years, Ivory's remaining grandparents moved in with one another, their close bond and love of poker forcing them to get along so well. Of course, the family wasn't complete until the final addition. At fifteen, Ivory was lounging in the store with her mother when the sudden shouting outside caught their attention. Running in with a glorious grin and busted cheek bone - Tyree held a young pup in his arms; a midnight shaded boxer. Sadly beaten and cut, he explained he'd retrieved it from a few runts who happened to be throwing it into random trees and such. In love instantly, Etney looked after and treated the soon to be named Kane - Sampson adoring the dog also. The clumsy mutt grew to be a guard dog for the store, but with it's joyous nature - the only protection it could provide was the high pitched barking and the stampede of licks.
The following year, Ivory left school and simply concentrated on working at the store - soon becoming hooked to smoking like her father and brother. Her mother was the type to roll her eyes and hold the pets close. Still...it was that year the concept of vampires was released. Amazed and over joyed, Ivory was running in the streets laughing at such a thing. Only..her brother took a more violent route to it. Within that same year, Kane began to bark like an idiot - startling the lone Ivory in the store. Walking outside with a blade in her hand, she came across a dreaded scene of her brother draining a young man...a vampire. Tackling her brother, she enabled the vampire to make a quick escape; leaving Tyree with a grudge and the guilt from sadly blackening his sister's eyes out of reaction.
If by coincidence, it wasn't sure - but within a period of two weeks...Ivory and Tyree's parents had gone away on holiday, leaving the store to them both. While Tyree went to restock the truck, the store was then thieved by strangers - Ivory been launched through a window in her attempts to grab the rifle that often protected the store. Hearing the commotion, Tyree ran back in anger only to see each of the men fleeing terrified. Tyree stared in disgust when a shadowed figure carried his barely conscious sister from the scene...placing her on the ground safe. To see his face before loosing conciousness...Ivory swore to find him.
Sadly, two years have passed and still she hasn't been able to. Addicted to her passion of drugs and alcohol, alongside smoking - the rebel brunette has simply got along with working in the store and is slowly building up her own career in exotic art and writing. Her love of vampires still hasn't gone and despite the fact her brother is an utter pain in the ass who keeps getting warned from the police - the family is content. Even if their respect in the community is faintly gained out of fear.
Personality:Ivory has a variety of points within her personality - each unique in making her what she is. For example, the more positive traits can involve her patience, creativity and loyalty. Constantly able to sit and listen to her friends, she can last for days with circumstances of pain and turmoil, unwilling to stop until she has found the truth behind such things. This can often link to stubborn and detrminatino..but still, her patience has gotten her far in life. For example upon this, she managed to learn the concept of the drums over a period of time - it gaining her grand success in life. In addition, her art work is only produced through her special concepts and ways, meaning grand patience is needed...mroe than enough. Still, her creative links to the musical aspect and artistic inquiries in which supports her lifestyle. Without the concept of the alcohol by her side, she wouldn't be gaining some of the money she does to help enforce payments for food and tools in which provide her with the added stuff for her work.
Plus, we must consider the loyalty. You see, Ivory holds her friends and family close to her heart; and as most people will say, she'll sacrifice herself for them. Yet, this is indeed true to her heart. After all, family first...hoes before bros also. Such phrases, although childish, she follows them. After all, pain to her loved ones is to much to cope with. Moving onward, the more dangerous aspects to Ivory are mostly her stubborn and blunt side. Enjoying to easily point out the downfalls without realizing, she'll hurt others with the simple comments and dropped phrases - unaware of their affect. On the same track as this, her stubborn side can get her hurt. When in arguments, she refuses to back down. This side of her can sometimes make situations worse rather than better - it obviously not good.
Then again, her manipulative characteristics can sometimes squirm her out of these thin situations of turmoil. Cute eyes and trembling plump lips can make many swoon and double take their decision. Yet, emphases on the many and not all. Life isn't perfect. Though, overall...Ivory is quite a danger to herself with fighting and drugs, but doesn't care. As long as she is happy with herself and others are content to hr face - Ivory will carry on her mood swings and timid speeches. After all, that is the brunette. Unique in her own, varied way.
Ivory can often seem judge mental in her ways when seeing her personality herself. Although, through out this it is true enough she finds that to be grand aspects that make her what she is. To be honest in this point, the most concerned and loved quality in herself is basically her creative and witty ways. Without these, Ivory personally knows for a fact her art wouldn't have the small edge to it that it does...but that also relates to the unique sense of herself. Still, loyalty and secrecy are also things she finds to be proud within her personality. Then again, she is of course, unwilling to actually to brag to these factors!
The only factors in which Ivory is soon to find disappointing is her sense of addiction. Knowing completely well to herself it will in the end cause her death, she has found it to be an addiction unbreakable. Plus, her timid nature does prove to be annoying in many circumstances. This is clear, for she can often not fight for herself and shys away from people she seems to find interesting and attractive.
Future Plans for your character Ivory holds no true ambitions for the future, and is simply keeping her head held high in keeping the family store running. Of course, she's got the silliest idea that she will be able to find that dark, mysterious shadowed figure that saved her so long back - and repay him. Turning out to be false hope, she actually dreams of such things. For now - Ivory is content aiding her parents and making sure her brother remains out of the knee piles of trouble.
Have you read the books Sadly now - but i'm hooked on the tv show =') I'll learn...I promise.
Sample RP
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well hey, hey baby it's never too late, pretty soon you
won't remember a thing. and i'll be distant as stars
reminiscing, your heart's been wasted on me.
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[/color][/b].A small whine escaped, it only to be muffled as a throat wrenching screech attempted to escape. Dull, black eyes lingered upon the form of a young man; his chest bare and bruised from multiple issues before hand. The young man's eyes glowered in a green so pure, you'd expect something life like to step out of them. Such eyes were masked in horror and disbelief as his body struck and struggled in its current position. Slowly, a shadowed figure stepped forward, her footsteps slow and steady as she began to chuckle in a sadistic fashion. Surrounding the pair was darkness...all except the bright light highlighting the currently bound young man. Numerous cuts and wounds began to pulsate with pain as the brunette woman snapped her fingers, the scene slowly heating to such an extent it made the young man scream in agony.
The holder of it all was indeed Susana Ocello, a nomad who did enjoy the concepts of torture. Such an illusion in which she had impaled had carried out for three days at the maximum, the man's screams never heard...nor her laughter and malice filled taunts. Three days previously, the pair had been captured in breathless kisses as they drew closer and closer to one another. It was situations like this Susana aimed for, and it was then when in the tight embrace of a passionate meet her illusions would take fire and the victims screams would echo for days on end. Bound unleashing as she began to circle him, he coughed and spluttered in disgust. "L-let...let me go!" He pleaded, a soft wince escaping as she flicked his nose at such a pressure something chipped.
Her gaze grew all the more darker and darker in hunger as blood trailed from the essence of his nose, blending into the crimson rivers in which previous blood trails had left within the hours previous. Such blood made her shudder in pleasure. Susana had held out for such a time limit as a week, just waiting until the moment she could ravish his body with her teeth; absorbing every inch and capacity of blood that flowed through the divine specimen that was her current toy. Within this illusion, it all began so slowly...his choking cut through the silence so swiftly as if something was twisting around his neck. During this process, Susana swiftly leaned closer to him and smirk when trailing her tongue down his neck. Shivers of horror and disgust flooded through the soon to be young man as she breathed out. "Bye bye"[/b] She giggled as she drew her hand down; his choking reaching the extent that more blood was forced out of many of his facial wounds.
Kissing each of the wounds, she soon found her urges to great as her teeth inclined hungrily, tearing the flesh of his pretty face. Such taste...glory. Even his choked screams couldn't be heard as she began to feast upon her art work. Wounds healed upon him, her illusion growing stronger and stronger as she in took more and more of the crimson glory she'd grown to adore over her many years of being undead. Drawling choking sounds began to grow quieter and quieter and soon...his body hung lip, the blood still being drawn from such a form with messy and carnivorous gulps.
Within moments, Suzie took a few steps back and softly allowed her hands to summon the illusionary object of a small water basin; her face gracing it as the young man hit the ground - stone cold dead...and to human eyes, untouched. Hung. His neck grew a soft purple shade from were it could easily note the hanging situation. Clearing herself up, another snap of her fingers allowed the base of the young man's room to reveals itself once more, Susana's now glorious garnet eyes lingering upon each corner. What was worth the taking she'd grab...btu for now. Clearing up the mess was simple with the ability to cause illusions. Strapping his feather like form via the neck to the up above spinning lights...it would look as if he'd committed suicide. Therefore, Susana was free to roam as if nothing had happened.
Smirking devilishly at her grand work, her agile form slowly picked up objects of affection...and then disappeared; window blowing open as if the scene had only been left there naturally. Examining the jewelery she had swiped as she wandered along the pathways in a casual stance, she still managed to notice gazes upon her. Oh how beautiful Seattle was...so easy to destroy and so easy to torture. Grinning, she slowly pocketed the goods before disappearing swiftly into the nearby alley ways. Multiple turns and sweeps landed her in a familiar one she'd called home for the previous month. A lone door at the end...basically, she was squatting and couldn't give a darn.
But the sense of another presence near it made her suddenly growl out of warning. Strength at its upper most, she found her pristine glances locking on everything around her...a figure nearby catching her attention. Had it seen her? Hopefully not...but the scent was indeed unique, and without truthfully thinking as softly sauntered forward and made herself at least appear...attractive. "Who the hells there?!"[/b] She called in a sharp and distinctive tone, voice melodic and alluring as she stood her guard...waiting. Who knew who it was...only the saints above did. Fools.[/size][/ul]
word count[/color] Aww tis a baby post : )
outfit[/color] Ta Da x]
lyrics[/color] decoy - paramore
template[/color] FASHION STATEMENT SUICIDE at CAUTION 2.0
notes[/color] Hello and welcome to my rant =')[/ul][/size][/font][/quote]
Age:Eighteen
Member Group: Normal Human
Character History:Both Etney and Sampson Mustow were indeed young lovers - being friends from the aged of three when their parents reunited after separation. Both their parents had indeed been friends themselves, Etney's father being the closet and best man to Sampson's. At the time, Etney was living within Vegas; and the pair would often visit one another to grace their parents with that joy of visual contact and hugs. Yet, unaware to everyone, the two opposing gendered children got closer and closer as they grew older - staying in contact unaware to their parents. Soon they began to have those occasional sleep overs, the shy glances being exchanged being classed as cute. At the age of thirteen; it was a shocker when on Sampson's fourteenth birthday the year younger Etney planted a long and passionate kiss upon him. Since that day, the pair were indeed in love.
It brought the families closer, despite the obvious difference in location. Such a long distance relationship didn't bother the pair, and at eighteen, Etney was working as a young show girl in the Vegas casinos where as Sampson was a content young man working in his Father's liquor store. The shocking sight of it all was when the pair embarked on a weeks holiday with one another - only for them to return declaring they were indeed expecting. Nine months later, within the food isle of the local store - along came Tyree Kao Mustow; a bouncing baby boy who had a wail louder than most. Still...the young parents were proud and in love with their first child.
It was unfortunate that within that year of his birth, Sampson lost his Father; leaving him the soul owner to the store. His mother simply laughed at him when he complained...but him and Etney took it on proudly. The business shot off with the new staff; and to have a bouncing baby boy sitting there waving like a loon when you entered...even the rougher characters grew a strong love for the Mustow family. Married on their son's first birthday - it was after their small honey moon they returned to once again declare they were expecting. Within these nine months, it was so to speak the family developed certain characteristics. For example, Etney began to grow quieter and much loving toward people - where as Sampson began to develop a more head strong and dangerous aura...not to say he wasn't a loving fool.
Once again in the middle of a market isle, Etney was horrified to realize the similar relations to labor on April fools day of 1991, her husband chuckling while mumming "happy fools day yourself" - bouncing his baby son on his hip. It wasn't until he slipped on her water and Tyree was sliding along the highly polished floors giggling that he realized she wasn't fooling around. After a long hard day of labor and the constant smacking on the back of her one and only son...the Mustow were finally graced with their second child; a beautiful dark haired beauty in which they named Ivory. Skin as pale as snow; eyes bright sapphires of intelligence and creativity - the family was overjoyed.
So the family was almost complete. Ivory and Tyree grew up like your typical young kids - fighting with one another and being idiotic screamers in school. Cute and adorable...it was hard to stay mad for long. While Tyree had always been a natural numb skull and began to get interested in girls from a young age - it seemed Ivory would be the crown jewel for she began to get fascinated by books and imaginative concepts. Drawing zombies and vampires...at the age of six; her parents were overwhelmed. Well known in town - the family just got along selling the alcohol to many; while Sampson began his own small pathetic drug trade out back. Noticed to his beloved wife, she would often swat him but gave up. Her only relief was that he only grew addicted to smoking and didn't get addicted to nothing illegal.
To forward in life, the family grew upon a normal scale - Tyree growing dangerously rebellious, the business getting far and Ivory showing strange obsessions with mythical books and sketches. Though, turning twelve - all the attention was placed upon her Grandmother. The woman died a week before Ivory's twelth...and the day of the funeral was indeed one to remember. Not only did Ivory fall over the poor coffin and send her Grandmother flying...but a lone black cat seemed determined not to leave the scene. A kitten at the time, it sat and contently licked Ivory's arm in which the bone had penetrated the skin. Strange but loyal in a sense.
After the horror of it all, the family adopted the cat as their own - naming her Kandi. Healing within the reaches of her room; it was then Ivory began to notice her brother. Tyree (then fourteen) would often sneak out in the night; unaware to his parents with a few girls and boys from his local class. Smoking and drinking..it shocked her. Still, the soon to be biker and rough hard had that soft spot for his family and that daft cat that would often steal his breakfast. A delicious scar centering around Ivory's arm, she returned to school content. The usual fights and failures in class due to her lazy nature continued, and at her own age of fourteen - her sixteen year old brother left school and began to get involved in his own form of mechanics and drug sharing. Muscles building and tattoos forming - Ivory admired the male.
Over the years, Ivory's remaining grandparents moved in with one another, their close bond and love of poker forcing them to get along so well. Of course, the family wasn't complete until the final addition. At fifteen, Ivory was lounging in the store with her mother when the sudden shouting outside caught their attention. Running in with a glorious grin and busted cheek bone - Tyree held a young pup in his arms; a midnight shaded boxer. Sadly beaten and cut, he explained he'd retrieved it from a few runts who happened to be throwing it into random trees and such. In love instantly, Etney looked after and treated the soon to be named Kane - Sampson adoring the dog also. The clumsy mutt grew to be a guard dog for the store, but with it's joyous nature - the only protection it could provide was the high pitched barking and the stampede of licks.
The following year, Ivory left school and simply concentrated on working at the store - soon becoming hooked to smoking like her father and brother. Her mother was the type to roll her eyes and hold the pets close. Still...it was that year the concept of vampires was released. Amazed and over joyed, Ivory was running in the streets laughing at such a thing. Only..her brother took a more violent route to it. Within that same year, Kane began to bark like an idiot - startling the lone Ivory in the store. Walking outside with a blade in her hand, she came across a dreaded scene of her brother draining a young man...a vampire. Tackling her brother, she enabled the vampire to make a quick escape; leaving Tyree with a grudge and the guilt from sadly blackening his sister's eyes out of reaction.
If by coincidence, it wasn't sure - but within a period of two weeks...Ivory and Tyree's parents had gone away on holiday, leaving the store to them both. While Tyree went to restock the truck, the store was then thieved by strangers - Ivory been launched through a window in her attempts to grab the rifle that often protected the store. Hearing the commotion, Tyree ran back in anger only to see each of the men fleeing terrified. Tyree stared in disgust when a shadowed figure carried his barely conscious sister from the scene...placing her on the ground safe. To see his face before loosing conciousness...Ivory swore to find him.
Sadly, two years have passed and still she hasn't been able to. Addicted to her passion of drugs and alcohol, alongside smoking - the rebel brunette has simply got along with working in the store and is slowly building up her own career in exotic art and writing. Her love of vampires still hasn't gone and despite the fact her brother is an utter pain in the ass who keeps getting warned from the police - the family is content. Even if their respect in the community is faintly gained out of fear.
Personality:Ivory has a variety of points within her personality - each unique in making her what she is. For example, the more positive traits can involve her patience, creativity and loyalty. Constantly able to sit and listen to her friends, she can last for days with circumstances of pain and turmoil, unwilling to stop until she has found the truth behind such things. This can often link to stubborn and detrminatino..but still, her patience has gotten her far in life. For example upon this, she managed to learn the concept of the drums over a period of time - it gaining her grand success in life. In addition, her art work is only produced through her special concepts and ways, meaning grand patience is needed...mroe than enough. Still, her creative links to the musical aspect and artistic inquiries in which supports her lifestyle. Without the concept of the alcohol by her side, she wouldn't be gaining some of the money she does to help enforce payments for food and tools in which provide her with the added stuff for her work.
Plus, we must consider the loyalty. You see, Ivory holds her friends and family close to her heart; and as most people will say, she'll sacrifice herself for them. Yet, this is indeed true to her heart. After all, family first...hoes before bros also. Such phrases, although childish, she follows them. After all, pain to her loved ones is to much to cope with. Moving onward, the more dangerous aspects to Ivory are mostly her stubborn and blunt side. Enjoying to easily point out the downfalls without realizing, she'll hurt others with the simple comments and dropped phrases - unaware of their affect. On the same track as this, her stubborn side can get her hurt. When in arguments, she refuses to back down. This side of her can sometimes make situations worse rather than better - it obviously not good.
Then again, her manipulative characteristics can sometimes squirm her out of these thin situations of turmoil. Cute eyes and trembling plump lips can make many swoon and double take their decision. Yet, emphases on the many and not all. Life isn't perfect. Though, overall...Ivory is quite a danger to herself with fighting and drugs, but doesn't care. As long as she is happy with herself and others are content to hr face - Ivory will carry on her mood swings and timid speeches. After all, that is the brunette. Unique in her own, varied way.
Ivory can often seem judge mental in her ways when seeing her personality herself. Although, through out this it is true enough she finds that to be grand aspects that make her what she is. To be honest in this point, the most concerned and loved quality in herself is basically her creative and witty ways. Without these, Ivory personally knows for a fact her art wouldn't have the small edge to it that it does...but that also relates to the unique sense of herself. Still, loyalty and secrecy are also things she finds to be proud within her personality. Then again, she is of course, unwilling to actually to brag to these factors!
The only factors in which Ivory is soon to find disappointing is her sense of addiction. Knowing completely well to herself it will in the end cause her death, she has found it to be an addiction unbreakable. Plus, her timid nature does prove to be annoying in many circumstances. This is clear, for she can often not fight for herself and shys away from people she seems to find interesting and attractive.
Future Plans for your character Ivory holds no true ambitions for the future, and is simply keeping her head held high in keeping the family store running. Of course, she's got the silliest idea that she will be able to find that dark, mysterious shadowed figure that saved her so long back - and repay him. Turning out to be false hope, she actually dreams of such things. For now - Ivory is content aiding her parents and making sure her brother remains out of the knee piles of trouble.
Have you read the books Sadly now - but i'm hooked on the tv show =') I'll learn...I promise.
Sample RP
Jul 27, 2009 15:02:10 GMT -5 @steff said:
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well hey, hey baby it's never too late, pretty soon you
won't remember a thing. and i'll be distant as stars
reminiscing, your heart's been wasted on me.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
The holder of it all was indeed Susana Ocello, a nomad who did enjoy the concepts of torture. Such an illusion in which she had impaled had carried out for three days at the maximum, the man's screams never heard...nor her laughter and malice filled taunts. Three days previously, the pair had been captured in breathless kisses as they drew closer and closer to one another. It was situations like this Susana aimed for, and it was then when in the tight embrace of a passionate meet her illusions would take fire and the victims screams would echo for days on end. Bound unleashing as she began to circle him, he coughed and spluttered in disgust. "L-let...let me go!" He pleaded, a soft wince escaping as she flicked his nose at such a pressure something chipped.
Her gaze grew all the more darker and darker in hunger as blood trailed from the essence of his nose, blending into the crimson rivers in which previous blood trails had left within the hours previous. Such blood made her shudder in pleasure. Susana had held out for such a time limit as a week, just waiting until the moment she could ravish his body with her teeth; absorbing every inch and capacity of blood that flowed through the divine specimen that was her current toy. Within this illusion, it all began so slowly...his choking cut through the silence so swiftly as if something was twisting around his neck. During this process, Susana swiftly leaned closer to him and smirk when trailing her tongue down his neck. Shivers of horror and disgust flooded through the soon to be young man as she breathed out. "Bye bye"[/b] She giggled as she drew her hand down; his choking reaching the extent that more blood was forced out of many of his facial wounds.
Kissing each of the wounds, she soon found her urges to great as her teeth inclined hungrily, tearing the flesh of his pretty face. Such taste...glory. Even his choked screams couldn't be heard as she began to feast upon her art work. Wounds healed upon him, her illusion growing stronger and stronger as she in took more and more of the crimson glory she'd grown to adore over her many years of being undead. Drawling choking sounds began to grow quieter and quieter and soon...his body hung lip, the blood still being drawn from such a form with messy and carnivorous gulps.
Within moments, Suzie took a few steps back and softly allowed her hands to summon the illusionary object of a small water basin; her face gracing it as the young man hit the ground - stone cold dead...and to human eyes, untouched. Hung. His neck grew a soft purple shade from were it could easily note the hanging situation. Clearing herself up, another snap of her fingers allowed the base of the young man's room to reveals itself once more, Susana's now glorious garnet eyes lingering upon each corner. What was worth the taking she'd grab...btu for now. Clearing up the mess was simple with the ability to cause illusions. Strapping his feather like form via the neck to the up above spinning lights...it would look as if he'd committed suicide. Therefore, Susana was free to roam as if nothing had happened.
Smirking devilishly at her grand work, her agile form slowly picked up objects of affection...and then disappeared; window blowing open as if the scene had only been left there naturally. Examining the jewelery she had swiped as she wandered along the pathways in a casual stance, she still managed to notice gazes upon her. Oh how beautiful Seattle was...so easy to destroy and so easy to torture. Grinning, she slowly pocketed the goods before disappearing swiftly into the nearby alley ways. Multiple turns and sweeps landed her in a familiar one she'd called home for the previous month. A lone door at the end...basically, she was squatting and couldn't give a darn.
But the sense of another presence near it made her suddenly growl out of warning. Strength at its upper most, she found her pristine glances locking on everything around her...a figure nearby catching her attention. Had it seen her? Hopefully not...but the scent was indeed unique, and without truthfully thinking as softly sauntered forward and made herself at least appear...attractive. "Who the hells there?!"[/b] She called in a sharp and distinctive tone, voice melodic and alluring as she stood her guard...waiting. Who knew who it was...only the saints above did. Fools.[/size][/ul]
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word count[/color] Aww tis a baby post : )
outfit[/color] Ta Da x]
lyrics[/color] decoy - paramore
template[/color] FASHION STATEMENT SUICIDE at CAUTION 2.0
notes[/color] Hello and welcome to my rant =')[/ul][/size][/font][/quote]
