Post by senca marie valyntine on Jun 18, 2011 20:38:32 GMT -5
Sing For Absolution¡¿
im made of porcelain, darling. please don't break me.
im made of porcelain, darling. please don't break me.
“what is your name?’ “legion {chelsea}... for we are many {sixteen}.’
“summoning the old man{here} takes{none.}.’
“hell is any place{eastern} on earth over a matter of years{four or five}.’
“the power of Christ{?} compels you.’
tiptoe to your room a starlight in the gloom
i only dream of you and you never knew
[/font][/i]i only dream of you and you never knew
Nickname:; shadow[senca means shadow in slovic], valyntine, val.
Age:; twenty-two.
Birth Date & Place:; march twenty-sixth, twenty-thirteen. here.
Species:; human.
Gender:; female.
Sexuality:; straight.
Occupation:; bartender.
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lips are turning blue a kiss that can't renew
i only dream of you my beautiful
[/font][/i]i only dream of you my beautiful
Hair Color:; chocolate brown.
Eye Color:; brown.
Height:; five five.
Weight:; one hundred and fifteen pounds.
Perfections:; her entire complextion is rather perfect. she normally has no blemishes or anything on her face that causes someone to turn their nose. her body type is lean and quite athletic, beautiful to the eye.
Flaws:; with the athletic body comes the lack of breasts and not as bubbly of a bottom as most people prefer. she has a model's body. long and lean.
Tattoos & Piercings:; a rose on her right shoulder.
Personal Style:; her style is normally extremely classy, consisting of rather expensive clothing. mostly every outfit she wears has a pair of heels matched up with it. its only if she is going out on a walk and isn't planning anything that she is more casual. a lot of times she wears more loose shirts so it doesn't cling to her rather tiny frame, seeing as how she doesn't really have the nice curves most women do. the larger shrits give her a chance to look just as good as those women with the natural assests to assist them. if anything, she normally wears tighter pants to show off her elegantly shaped legs, thighs, and her butt that has been built form consistant running and working out at the gym.
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there's nowhere left to hide in no one to confide
the truth runs deep inside and will never die
[/font][/i]the truth runs deep inside and will never die
- men
- cats
- dogs
- street-bikes
- tattoos
- wine
- romantic men.
Dislikes:;
- creepers
- crows
- summer
- heat
- deep water
- sketchy places
Desires:;
- the bad boy
- the mysterious one
- to go to paris
- to visit greece
- to fall in love
- a one night stand
Fears:;
- to be left alone
- to never fall in love
- to be stood up
- to lose someone
- to fall in love, but not be loved back
Strengths:;
- her beauty
- her charm
- her athletic abilities
Weaknesses:;
- her faith in people
- she trusts too much
- her weakness for the 'bad boy'
Goals:;
- to do something big in life
- to live in europe
Regrets:;
- becoming a bartender
- never becoming a model when she had the chance
Quirks:;
- pushy men.
- the assholes
- aggressive drunks
- bitchy women
Secrets:; n/a
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sing for absolution
i will be singing falling from your grace
[/font][/i]i will be singing falling from your grace
Affiliation/Alignment:;
Abilities/Skills:;
Weaknesses of Your Kind:;
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our wrongs remain unrectified
i only dream of you and you never knew
[/font][/i]i only dream of you and you never knew
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falling from your grace
FIN
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such a common place. a meadow. every land i have ever stepped foot within has had one. it was always a place for the equines who had nothing to come and stay at. that was probably what drew me here in the first place. i stopped on the outskirts of the land, the moonlight barely getting a glimpse of my ivory bodice that clung to the edge of the shadows. i narrowed my ebony gaze, causing my vision to become slightly blurred. i wasn't about to present myself to a place where the lowly equines came and rolled in self-pity and misery for being alone. it was not who i was. i liked being alone. it was easy and it was drama-free. i had no other equine buzzing in my ear, commanding me to do things that i didn't want to do. i did as i pleased and there was no one to tell me i couldn't. i was wild. i was untamable. pity on the poor soul that attempted to do such a thing as to control me. every chain that has been thrown upon me in attempt to do anything of the sort has been broken. it hasn't happened and it never would. a stubborn snort ripped from my nostrils as i turned, my body disappearing in the forest bordering the meadow.
i began to move through the trees, still hugging the borderline of the meadows. i moved like a lioness, head low, shoulders rolling with each, silent step i took. my ebony gaze was locked on the meadow as if it were a great enemy. it was. it was calling my name and pulling me in but i continued to refuse its sweet temptation. i would not present myself so openly to the world. my skin itched to feel the cool rays of the moonlight, but still i refused. i bared my teeth, enamel snapping together angrily. i turned stopped, the trees opening before me like the gates of hell, demons inside hissing my name, their seducing voices still calling, still begging. they promised lovely things. lovely pleasures. the temptation was growing but i would not give in. the devil could no sway me for i was the devil. i'd already ripped the horns out of the skull of the devil and placed them upon my head like a crown. i would not fall below this silly temptation and go against my comforting shadows. i would not.
everything suddenly breathed to a stop. the world around me seemed to stop moving. i stared between the gate of the trees, obsidiean pools widening. i was being called. still, i was being called. i was wanted to go into the meadow. to make myself vulnerable to other predators. no, i wasn't afraid. i didn't want to put myself in a possible situation of being approached. i wasn't social. i wasn't pleasant. i was a soldier. a warrior. a killer. i didn't speak. i did. it wasn't of me to have a wonderful conversation with another equine and be good friends. i was meant to be an asassin that worked off of her own orders. i wasn't to be told what to do. i was never commanded. i refused such commands. nothing could do such a tihng, but whomever was calling me forth now was much more controling that any other equine had ever been. a sharp dagger stepped forth, my ivory leg drowned instantly in silver moonlight. the rest of my caracass was pulled inside the meadow's clutches and it held me prisoner. i was unable to move and finally, reality snapped back and the world was yet again alive and breathing around me. my brain awoke and the gears began to turn. i had been fooled by my own thinking. i was corrupted from the inside out. insanity was an understatement for the condition i really had. i was schizophrenic beyond belief and it was so overpowering that it put me in situations like this. it was a wonder how i survived.
so there i stood, losing the war with myself, in the middle of the meadow. i was angry and i felt exposed. i didn't want to move. i felt the air around me closing in, trapping me in place like iron bars. i didn't know what to do with myself now that i was lost. my shadows were crying at the disappearance of my frame, wanting me to return to the safety of their arms. my nares flared, my elegantly dished skull tucking to my chest. well, i was here now. so what did i do?
i began to move through the trees, still hugging the borderline of the meadows. i moved like a lioness, head low, shoulders rolling with each, silent step i took. my ebony gaze was locked on the meadow as if it were a great enemy. it was. it was calling my name and pulling me in but i continued to refuse its sweet temptation. i would not present myself so openly to the world. my skin itched to feel the cool rays of the moonlight, but still i refused. i bared my teeth, enamel snapping together angrily. i turned stopped, the trees opening before me like the gates of hell, demons inside hissing my name, their seducing voices still calling, still begging. they promised lovely things. lovely pleasures. the temptation was growing but i would not give in. the devil could no sway me for i was the devil. i'd already ripped the horns out of the skull of the devil and placed them upon my head like a crown. i would not fall below this silly temptation and go against my comforting shadows. i would not.
everything suddenly breathed to a stop. the world around me seemed to stop moving. i stared between the gate of the trees, obsidiean pools widening. i was being called. still, i was being called. i was wanted to go into the meadow. to make myself vulnerable to other predators. no, i wasn't afraid. i didn't want to put myself in a possible situation of being approached. i wasn't social. i wasn't pleasant. i was a soldier. a warrior. a killer. i didn't speak. i did. it wasn't of me to have a wonderful conversation with another equine and be good friends. i was meant to be an asassin that worked off of her own orders. i wasn't to be told what to do. i was never commanded. i refused such commands. nothing could do such a tihng, but whomever was calling me forth now was much more controling that any other equine had ever been. a sharp dagger stepped forth, my ivory leg drowned instantly in silver moonlight. the rest of my caracass was pulled inside the meadow's clutches and it held me prisoner. i was unable to move and finally, reality snapped back and the world was yet again alive and breathing around me. my brain awoke and the gears began to turn. i had been fooled by my own thinking. i was corrupted from the inside out. insanity was an understatement for the condition i really had. i was schizophrenic beyond belief and it was so overpowering that it put me in situations like this. it was a wonder how i survived.
so there i stood, losing the war with myself, in the middle of the meadow. i was angry and i felt exposed. i didn't want to move. i felt the air around me closing in, trapping me in place like iron bars. i didn't know what to do with myself now that i was lost. my shadows were crying at the disappearance of my frame, wanting me to return to the safety of their arms. my nares flared, my elegantly dished skull tucking to my chest. well, i was here now. so what did i do?
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