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 Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 8:33 pm
 ..What's your poison?
Drink to death
and Grovel in the dirt  ..::M A R I Z A H::..
[[ T y r ]]
[[ G R I E F ]]
[[ W i n t e r ]]
-Under Construction-
[[ E X S T E L L A ]] Take your fire
Wave your saber,
Frequency of W O R S T
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 9:45 pm
  M a r i z a h
“...The earth is what made me... She made you too..”
I am called::;
Tyr Talmhú Cruit
I was found::
March 17 (Pisces)
My friends call me::
Ty or Odin... C a n t y o u j u s t c a l l m e T y r...?
I am:
Male
I like::
Hee hee... I dont care about gender... <3
(Pansexual)
I am from::
Ireland.
Age::
Appears around 16-17-18. Very innocent in the face though.
Race: Light Elven Druid
Character Description:
Has medium long bright auburn hair, and four leaves that sit growing out of his head. (These leaves live or die depending on what Tyr wishes for the plantlife around him to do)
Has bright, almost glowy green eyes that cloud over when killing nature, and stay humanly when calm. Wears a ragged tunic, and has many little vials and charms and gems hanging from his belt that offset his color scheme. His boots and feet are slightly big because of his raggedy shoes, and wears a long, wispy, slightly dirty runic robe over his head, holes poked in it for his leaves.
He's generally shorter than most of the men his age, but is still a pretty dang good height, generally taller than MOST of the girls at the school.
Tyr falls very easily in love, but you wont know it. Usually, he'll just be staring at you from behind a corner or something...
Allignment: Good, Earth.
Personality: A hooded boy who typically likes to hide away from the others, Tyr has a very enigmatic and cute/naive personality. He seems to have an air of mystery about him, and and a fountain of wisdom, yet, he seems very dazed and estranged from the students at the school, keeping mostly to himself.
He is nearly always seen with his large, poofy, dirty hood over his head and his auburn hair covering as much of his face as he can, light, glowy forest eyes barely peeking free.
Despite his major social flaws, Tyr is extremely devoted and always has his heart in the right place, ignoring the sadness that appears on his face alot. He loves people, and likes to watch them more than actually speak to them, due to his horrible shyness and fear of being misunderstood for his abilities. If anybody does anything sudden or spooks him in the least bit, his face has a tendency to turn a vibrant shade of red. Easily gets teary over good things he doesnt understand, he assumes alot of things to be bad.
Underneath the hood though, is a loyal and sacrificing young man afraid to leave his shadow...
History: Found in the heart of old Ireland by a hermit druidic woman, Tyr has no memory of his previous life. He was found in the deep and enveloping síoraí forest, laying naked amongst the trees and the mud, bloody and bruised and scarred. His stomach was stone cold: A strange, infectious rock was crawling up his young skin.
Taken back to her house at the apparent age of 10,Tyr was given ragged clothes and a simple life, but grew up grateful and happy. The woman was old, and poor, but she gave him a great love and affection as a child. Discovering his abilities on the night of his 13th birthday, the small, solemn boy was given a small, dying flower the "mother" had picked by the ocean, its strange blue appearance a bizarre sight there in Ireland, just like him as the woman said. He took this birthday gift to his room, and within a matter of minutes, the old woman found he had made the flower grow into a mighty blossom, vines seeping out of its damaged pot and swirling about his room. The young boy was in tears though, it kept growing, and his eyes were glowing a vibrant, neon forest green, small leaves sprouting out of the top of his head.
Trying to make him stop it, the old woman pulled and tugged, trying to get him away from the growing forest before them. But, the boys leaves on the top of his head began to wilt and decay, killing and rotting the wood AND growing plant in the shack and having it collapse on them. Through that madness, Tyr easily survived. His foster mother didnt. 
Wracked with guilt at the attack, Tyr gathered his few belongings and set out amongst the wartorn nation of Ireland with a heavy heart. What had been happening to him was no accident... something was wrong with him, and he had been living in such solace before. How could this so suddenly turn him into a freak, being cast out into a foreign world past the forest he had grown to love and know so well? The strange aura of the rough, barked wood trees and the bustling, faint voices of the creature friends that lived in there... How could he be forced to leave it... As the weeks continued on his journey, Tyr's hands began turning into the color of dirt, joining with his infectious stone stomach. They grew large and deformed, and the young boy tried to hide it the best he could.
Taking his small fossilized wooden flute, Tyr set out and ended up in a small fishing village by the coast, being graciously helped by the people there on his way. Overnight, they were attacked and raided by a strange army... they used s t r a n g e powers and used the elements against the village, pillaging it dry. The frenzied villagers had no defense against the "godly" abilities, but the little auburn haired boy came out and fought desperately, not giving up. Pain was shooting through his body as branches and dirt began to morph to his hand, and a horrid torrent of swirling wind and dirt came around him. He was losing it again, and the villagers became more fearful of HIM. They shouted and called him a "demon", and he grew very scared of these angered people: He was just trying to help them!
Tearing through the small village uprooting tree trunks and smashing them about, the boy was knocked out and awoke to sitting perfectly on a large branch outstretched for him, looking down to see dead bodies and wreckage. However, not everyone was dead... Some of the unknown war generals were beaten and savage, snarling as they grabbed the innocent boy violently and began to pummel on him unscathed yet horribly deformed flesh. He was knocked out again.
Waking up only years later, Tyr has no memory of what had happened there in Ireland, and only remembers to the death of his "mother". He was dragged off to a strange new place, being found just like when he was born, in front of a grand academy this time, but skin completely taken over by stone. Too weak to move, a few teachers had found him and taken him inside.
Was this a place for people like him..? What did this academy want from him?
Learning slowly but surely how to control his rather breathtaking ability, the ancient handed teen was now enrolled as a student there, seeming to repeat what had happened at the beggining of his life, and still being unknowing as to what lies fully within this school...
Any weapons/armor you have: Tyr's clothing armor is very weak, and is simply just rags from when he was a boy. However though, he wears a thick, dirty cloak with ancient inscriptions on them, and his stomach and most of his upper body is hard brown stone. With will or without will, he can change all of his skin to be rock, making it difficult to physically hurt him too much.
Concealed in under his cloak is magical runes he can evoke and tiny vials of poison, as well as a single Boline blade.
Any items you have:
Along with the poisons, the secretive young man has many vials of potions he has made himself through the years, and can use them for healing or... other.
Any battle skills/magical powers you have: Tyr has a powerful, frightening connection to the mother earth, and its still not known fully to the staff the extent of how his abilities work.
With will he can dematerialize the earth and earthen substances and control them mentally, using them almost as physically strong weapons against his enemies. On this subject, he can also "communicate" with the earth... He claims to hear the earth and nature "talking" to him, and he can tell natural substances to grow for him to his will or DIE and quickly wither away.
With the above, He can heal plants from death and use a healing magic on animals, but he cannot heal humans. At all.
So, he has learned how to make potions in his free time with plants around the school, although he may not be very good at it...
Character Weakness/Flaws: Very socially akward and quiet, Weak against anything involving the workings of the mind: Illusions and Mental Offensive Attacks, his bizarre gifts do not work in heavy rain or a heavily flooded area.
Friends: None yet.
Enemies: None yet.
Lover:
...W..W-W-What..?!.. <3
Dorm: 17
Pic:
[A D U L T F O R M]
[E n v e l o p e d]
[Robes off]
[R e v e a l e d]
Theme song:
The Scar in the Earth..
Tir na nOg
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:34 am
 ☼I am d u b b e d...:: Grief.
Nothing more.☼
Foolish n a m e s...:: Azul, or Grey.☼
I have and a l w a y s shall be...:: Obviously I am M A L E...☼I was b r o u g h t into this wretched world...:: December 31 (Capricorn)☼How O L D am I? H m m...:: Older than any of your relatives, you buffoon.
However, my body has aged only 19 years...☼I a m...:: An I n c u b u s, a creature wishing only for energy to sustain himself with...☼W h i c h side...:: E v i l☼W h a t will you s e e in m e . . . : : An overlord creature seeming to have been “spat” out by the darkest layers of hell, this decieving man has a generally rock hard personality. Tall, d a r k, and handsome, he’s a very complex and difficult shell to crack, and perhaps even on rare occasions a bit flirty. However, Grief is very BLUNT: he speaks in a very logical and quick witted manner, almost to a point of akwardness. If he is in love with you... you will know. If you are about to fall to death by HIS hands, you WILL know. If he finds you to be an annoyance, he will either attack you or calmly verbally “maul” you.
Unwavering in his movements, this graceful yet stoic powerhouse enjoys having “duels” with his trusty and simple blade, and he finds using his breathtaking powers very dishonorable. However, the man IS evil...
He is hateful of others deep down and if your on his bad side, you will be witnessing his magnificent spectral like powers.
Grief is MASSIVE. Standing at 6 foot 5 inches, not even any teacher or student has been able to surpass him in intimidating height yet, and this fact only accents his charming and dashing physical features. Once an incubus, always an incubus.
Grief seems ashamed to s m i l e, but if you get on his good side/get close to him, he will be very clingy and o v e r p r o t e c t i v e of your well being.
When he wishes for you to give up and succumb to him, his incubus-like abilities will kick in, and here will be his darkest, most thirsty side of his personality, seeming to be possessed by a devil...☼The C h r o n i c l e s of my h i s t o r y . . . : : For whom it may be said, Grief was born and raised in hell as the b*****d child of a well-known incubus haunting Europe and a human victim... a woman. She was impregnated, and when the child was born, he had assumed full on Incubus form and was stolen away by his father. Named "Grief" by the woman simply because of his horrifying appearance, this child would grow very seperated from others and very distant.
Taken back to hell, Grief was brought up as a gentleman and a powerful sorcerer in spectral/Aether elements: learning the art of luring and "devouring" the prey of the incubus. However, he did not take well to it. He remembered the horrid, screaming face of his mother when he was born, and just the sadness that he felt surging within him. Women are dastardly creatures... and the humanly quality of him was shining through.
Coveted throughout the lower classed portions of hell, Grief was a handsome and stoic young man with great experience underneath his belt, and many suitors were coming up to try and charm the "charmer". However, the princely boy was unwavering, and his father grew very rageful and angered at him. Of all dark creatures known to man... why was HIS son not living up to his standards?
One night, Grief stabbed his father in the heart with an enchanted rapier in an act of bottled up anger, and burned his body in the manor they were living in. Setting fire to the entire dynasties legacy, Grief fled as the demons who used to adore him flocked and rallied against him, and the handsome "prince" was exiled to Earth to live the "human life" he seemed to so want.☼At my d i s p o s a l...:: * An a r r a y of rapiers are technically at my disposal, I have made the blade enchanted so it can change design on occasion. My favored ones are the second to last and the last design, and I use those most often...
*My outfit may be tight, but it is heavily layered in hardened leather and strapped in with plating on my upper body. My cape is slightly stiff as well, and I can use this to my a d v a n t a g e... ☼My l u c k y c h a r m...:: *My g o o d l u c k c h a r m is a pure crystal dust I had recieved as an offering from my human mother. It has no special properties... I just love the b e a u t y and l u s t e r of it, and it gives me peace in a conflicting soul...☼My p o w e r s...:: Alluring Aura
Energy Sapping (Incubi)
Spirit (Transcendent teal gas) Manipulation/Possession and Channeling
Chaos Magic
Spirit Communication/Medium
Movement through physical walls
Skilled in fencing
Meteormancy, ability to sense falling stars and comets☼
I am f l a w e d...:: *Has a very insecure side about his childhood, and shows great weakness when that subject is touched upon
*Has a deadly fear of Shadowed Magic of the Dark element: It can easily wipe out his spectral powers☼
You are c h a r m i n g...:: N/A☼
You'd do b e s t to n e v e r cross me a g a i n, you fool...:: N/A☼
You a r e m y blooming R O S E, my s w e e t darling...:: When will it be my t i m e t o e x p e r i e n c e this feeling honestly..?
For now, L U S T is only my weapon..☼ Disturb my p e a c e and face a cruel fate...:: Dorm 18.
Shared with the oh so l o v e l y (..violent!) Miss Daiesthai...☼
P h o t o s...:: [S-Stop looking at me..]
[Yummy]
[Touch it and DIE]
[Ow.]
[F U L L B O D Y]
[C R Y S T A L]☼
The m e l o d y of an e n t r a n c i n g demon...:: [N o T u r n i n g back]
[D a n c e of P a l e s]
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Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 8:56 am
 ((UNDER CONSTRUCTION.
No, seriously. IM SERIOUS, really! Oh, just go away. D: ))"For whom do we raise the sword, who do we fight for? Such courage is impossible to find in people nowadays.." ☪F.ormally F o r e m o s t...:: Winter Pyramus☪
The l a n d of m y origins...:: Siberia☪
L a s t time I checked...:: ☪I l i k e them...:: ☪...:: ☪I a m...:: ☪M y m o r a l s...:: are G o o d.☪W h a t will you s e e in m e . . . : : ☪The C h r o n i c l e s of my h i s t o r y . . . : : ☪At my d i s p o s a l...:: ☪...:: ☪My p o w e r s...:: ☪
I am f l a w e d...:: ☪
You are c h a r m i n g...:: N/A☪
You'd do b e s t to n e v e r cross me a g a i n, you fool...:: N/A☪
You a r e m y blooming R O S E, my s w e e t darling...:: ☪ Disturb my p e a c e and face a cruel fate...:: ☪
P h o t o s...:: ☪
The m e l o d y of an e n t r a n c i n g demon...::
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 1:13 am
 "Did I spook you?...Oh!
I am sorry, silly person..." ₪'Daddy' called me......:: Talia Tripoli Stella× But I am really......:: є × s т є ℓ ℓ α₪
I was born a...:: A lady, silly... A real lady!
Do you wanna check?..×I am...:: Im a human, person... your so kooky.
(The chance of this actually being true is slim to none.)
₪ I think i'm this old......:: Im not really sure, person... ‘Daddy’ said I was 16 three years ago, so maybe Im 19 now? I think thats it...! Yep! Yep!×So this is how I a c t ?.....:: Exstella is a very strange girl. A very, VERY, VERY strange young girl. Usually in a dazy trance or humming a strange rhyme, she enjoys skipping around the School's hallways with her bloody, moving, blinking little pink plushie. She loves to talk to it, although no directly audible reply is heard from the thing. Inside of it is a pile of heavy bricks, sewn amongst some flattened and stained cotton, and usually she will take advantage of that by using it as a powerful weapon, smacking people fatally across the back of their heads. One of Exstella’s little quirks is that she is watched and monitored by most of the school authorities: when shes wandered off out of an authority figure’s sight, she might spend her time sneaking into locked dorms and giving residents quite a shock. One of her abilities after all is to unlock and lock things as she feels sit... who knows the chaos that girl could get herself into!
Walking out of a shower? Be careful, Exstella might be in your dorm.
Stabbing/Killing someone? Be careful, Exstella might sneak up behind you and whisper some sudden comments on it.
The girl is a masochist, loves to be hurt and hit and feel pain, therefore she seems to be fearless in her actions and in the face of a *usually* scary situation. She might giggle and twirl around you, playing with your hair, your nose, your ears, or perhaps even kick you just to see how far you fly. Despite her quality of being a blatant masochist (Pleasure from her pain), the girl loves her heavily disturbed idea of ‘cute’ things and once shes found one/two, it will be hard to split her from whatever it is.
Generally, despite her major eccentric and whimsical streak, Exstella is just a very curious person with major quirks. Her senses of whats beautiful and what is normal are very off-color, usually causing people to give her strange stares. She despises being ignored, and inside has the heart of a young girl, getting very cranky and upset and whiny if people ignore her or act stoic to her. If all else fails, she might even start crying: but beware, she might be violent at this time, and approaching her she might smack you across the face with Malise, the moving, pink stuffed toy.
Or maybe the real Malise will come out to deal with you personally? Exstella's emotions reflect how Malise will act and handle the situation if you force him out, and you do NOT want him to come out. He is simply her puppet, and his large size in a room renders him extremely powerful under Exstella's little thumb.
Exstella also has Haemophilia, a blood disorder that causes the girl to bleed with the smallest of injuries/falls/bruises. The reason Malise is so dirty isnt fully because she has whacked so many people, but simply because of her disorder and fragility. When her skin starts to almost ooze the red stuff or her pale skin tone gets blotched a violent red on the inside, Exstella will simply clutch her first doll as tight as she can, thus staining him greatly. In other words, unless you want her to start internally or externally bleeding, you need to be gentle with her to a certain degree. When she fights and has damage inflicted upon her, its very possible she might start bleeding at the spot considerably. This wont slow her down though. She’ll just find it Euphoric, giggling and twirling and blushing. She oozes blood, yes, and her heart moves very fast. Thus producing and pumping more blood at crazy rates.
She'll ONLY start panicking after a certain amount of blood is lost. After a while, anybody would. You need the scarlet liquid to even function, after all..
₪My life is a flurry...:: Exstella was born into a wealthy, well-endowed and comfortable household, and was treated as a little princess in her early years. Given all the toys, the clothes, and anything she could ever ask for, and her family loved her for the strange ruby red eye color she was endowed with. Silver hair was not normal in the family, and it was quite a surprise when the girl came out the way she was. The girl was kept indoors nearly all the time, due to her blood condition and fragility, and despite her wishes to leave, the family didnt allow it. She grew up mostly in solitude, simply watching the outside world and having her stuffed animals be her friends.
Exstella's father, following the name of Maltice Stella, was an ingenius scientist, who spent his days with a small crew of men working under the mansion. His wife, knew of the experimentation, but never spoke of what he was up to. Exstella was oblivious.
This was until the woman died, died of a poisoning from perhaps... (the lab?).. and Exstella and her father Maltice were wrought with grief. Exstella only clung to her father, saying she'd help him through the loss the very best she could, but he took advantage in all the wrong ways. On her 8th birthday only a few days later, Exstella was swiped from her bed and brought down to the man's lab, underneath the house she grew up in. It was in this large, spanning, hidden, illegal laboratory where Exstella would change forever.
The father grew very anxious and hostile as he imprisoned the girl underground for many years to come, testing on her with an array of different chemicals and strange procedures with his assistant, Duxie, who wasnt all kicked up about using a young girl such as his treasured daughter in the hazardous proceedings. When Exstella would briefly wake, Duxie would in a fidgety panic try and unhook the girl and take her away, but nearly all the time Maltice would scream and yell until she was put back. Exstella didnt mind though what was happening to her. She simply thought it was good for her, and her father still always knew best. The testing was apparently to create a "gifted" member of the family, a "weapon" he could use as he saw fit.
After her 9th birthday, Exstella began to manipulate the puppet lines and strings, causing much problems for Maltice as she would start to get angry, ripping and tearing things and throwing them across the lab. It was getting harder and harder to keep the girl under control as she aged, and her mind started to warp and become extremely tainted, saying very off-color and rather violent things in a dazy trance. The young girl was still there, his adorable and precious daughter, but her mind was clouded and wounded.
Around her 17th birthday, spending all those years in captivity, Exstella finally snapped. Maltice was close to death and turning sickly from all those years, and Duxie was still pining away at his side during experimentation, but Exstella broke free. Going on a rampage, she made a mess of the lab, brutally tearing Maltice and Duxie apart, their shouts and screams barely audible to the outside world from the underground. She slaughtered Duxie, but took her own sweet time with her father, the man who had betrayed her. (Or as she had come to realize)
She strangled the man with her puppet lines, and during the aftermath the girl burst into tears amongst the wreckage. Hearing faint voices (really from her head) from her two "dollys", the raggedy blue and red bunnies, the girl spent her next year in solace as well, digging into her father's and Duxie's bodies and taking their skeleton, which was to be used for a NEW doll. Thus, the freakish creations of Malise and Abduxuel were born. Its peculiar how they gained conciousness, but some say its from her father and Duxie's spirit being merged with demons and possessing the dolls. They comforted her, and vowed to protect her no matter the cost...
Still writhing in a touch of lunacy from her primal years, the dazy puppetmaster took her possessed (and rather decieving) red and blue bunnies and set out into the world for her first time, being rather shy and scared still, but finding the academy with a great interest. 'Mommy' told her how people went to school... normal people. Although the school was far from normal. The girl has no direct connections to the Alliance, but with time, she might get herself into some trouble with the plans the school has in store...
She was accepted immediately, despite the possible dangers and weak mindset she had. Best to keep an eye on this one...
×Pick a side. . . . : : Nothing at the moment: A Middle Player.
Will attack any side she sees fit, and can be easily swayed to help any other side.
₪I am more than meets the eye . . . : : * Exstella, since her teen years in experimentation, is truly quite the puppetmaster. Aside from Malise and Abduxuel, Exstella's hands can manipulate small strings of dimension, like puppet lines, and move anything she sees fit and hoist it in the air. She can almost weave webs with the strange, transculent lines and trap someone tightly in her grasp.
This plays into her uncanny skill of unlocking doors, padlocks, or complex safes with simply a flick of her wrist. She can send the lines into the keyholes and with great detail move the gears and system to her advantage, therefore unlocking what is before her. Nothing is truly safe locked up with her... thats why its wise to not let her wander.
*Exstella has two plush dolls, both similar in shape, that are red and blue: stained with her blood. The blue one (Abduxuel) is filled with tacks and spiky balls, and the red one (Malise) is filled with rock hard bricks. These are both simply vessels for the two LARGER dolls, (created and sewn by Exstella using her father and his assistant's dead bodies), who are both the size of fully grown men. These both are heavily enchanted and merged with Exstella's spirit.
While Exstella holds no powerful attacks by her own, her dolls make up for it.
MALISE, the guardian:
(Mah-leeze)
The Red Bunnie filled with bricks
Acts like a father figure to Exstella and typically is the logical, protective voice in her head. He is hateful of all other people and is constantly saying how sleazy they are, and is always trying to lead the girl away from others. He is a whopping 6 foot 5 in his released form, and can only communicate to others in a raspy voice in this form. He has a human skeleton sewn into him like the others, but is stuffed with cotton instead of blood and muscles.
-Acts as a punching bag for Exstella
-By his own choice, can mask and hide Exstella's body through Illusion while he takes the situation under control
-Levitates and can create copies of himself that disperse into gas when hit
-Longer range of the dimensional puppet line string he can quietly shoot out of his hands and do physical attacks with
ABDUXUEL, the pawn:
(Ahb-Dook-Zee-Ulll)
The blue, cleaner bunnie filled with tacks
Abduxuel is lacking ALOT of stuffing, and is much more humanlike than Malise. His skeleton is simply covered only by layers of clothes. His feet are skeletal, just covered in stockings, no stuffing whatsoever minus the skin-head. He is made from the corpse and skeleton of Duxie. Less powerful than Malise, Duxie has large, surprisingly powerful back wings that allow him to fly, rather than levitate, and this has its major pluses and major disadvantages. Duxie's muscular vocal chords are still intact, and his voice is impish and loud. He has a tendency to burst into psychotic laughter at random scenarios, and is the voice in Exstella's head that encourages mischief and freedom. He usually gets into arguments with Malise, while Exstella just does her own way of getting into trouble. Like Malise, he had no memory of his previous life prior to Exstella slicing them up. <3
Abduxuel would be stronger if only his attacks werent so iffy. They rely on chance, and if your thinking strong, you'll avoid most of them. Abduxuel drains Exstella the most, and she collapses into a deep sleep after bringing him out.
-Can rain tacks and jacks in menial amounts to a persons body, possibly pinning them down.
-His hands are enhanced, and are very long, tweedy claws. If your pinned down, he will physically attack with his claws. These are his pride and joy next to his wings, and his strongest, most efficient, most reliable weapon. Abduxeul is more a physical fighter if anything.
-His wings serve no physical fighting purpose, but he can fly much higher than Malise can float, and Exstella usually rides him around the outside of the school when she sees fit. Exstella, in battle, jumps on the back of him and manipulates him under the safety of being behind his big, twiggy body. In small rooms, Abby is horrible, and can barely fly, usually bumping and ramming into things, damaging him.
Youll rarely see Abby, only if you put up such a fight and render her other doll useless. If you survive against Abby then, you win. Exstella will be tired and collapse on the spot, hitting the floor like a limp, pretty little doll. She might bleed internally for a bit while in her trance from the impact, blood going to the surface of her skin.
×Good luck charms?...:: Nothing except small daggers and scissors she keeps tucked away by her upper thigh. She has SO many stuffed toys, and usually, wherever she is placed in the dorms, will take up a good side of the room unless her roomie has a fit about them.
One questions where alot of her dolls came from... Some look exactly like human people, just sewn up and covered in bows and ribbons. Whatever the case, many people find her unnerving, with her cute little gaze and freakish way of speaking, hidden subtly amongst baby talk and cute terms and a chirpy little voice.₪...:: ×Ohh! Deary me! No!...:: *Exstella is thin and medium tall, with a cute little small chest. Her eyes are wide and clouded over, shining a vibrant ruby shade. Because of her disorder, and her thin stature, she is extremely weak and easily thrown. She bleeds extremely quickly, but her mental-strength of being a Masochist finds it euphoric and pleasurable.
Shes easily flattened, in other words. Theres a reason why she hides behind her 'dollies.'
*Due to her weak physical strength solo, when trying to throw things around with her puppet lines, she can barely do it. Lifting heavy things? HAH! Hardly. If she was to do that, she needs Malise's help, which requires alot of harm to her body to fully summon to the extent of his powers.
*Summoning her dollies requires great pain inflicted on her petite body, and drains her mentally. She will tell her dollies how limp she feels after they come out, and they usually carry her as she lays behind them.₪
The day I was born.....:: June 31 (Cancer)×
You make me giggle...!...:: N/A₪
You should keep one eye open when you sleep..!...:: N/A×
You cσмρℓєтє me. Ill never leave your side.....:: *snort giggle snort*₪ I dont care about being held down anywhere.....:: Dorm 21×
Pictures...:: ₪
Sing my anthem, my patchwork friends!...:: [P a i n]
[Ancient Library]
[ドーガの館で、ひとりアカペガ]
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