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 Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:10 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:11 am
█__Table of Contents__
⊲██████Introduction...
⊲██████Table of Contents...
⊲██████Elrich...
⊲██████Famine...
⊲██████Judas...
⊲██████Aengus...
⊲██████Vittoria...
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:15 am
Elrich
⊰ ｔｈｅ ｂｒｉｇｈｔｂｉｒｄ ⊱
█⊲ Appearance:
██████'Oh mirror, mirror on the wall...'
Like a dainty piece of artwork on four legs, Elrich is the absolute image of perfection (or so he thinks). El used to be really clumsy with those long legs of his, but now he can glide across clearings seemingly without touching the ground. He's not a speed demon by any means, but those gams certainly help when he's in the mood to run. He preens quite often and always keeps himself clean, so you'll never find a speck of dirt on his pelt, unless he's just recently gotten into a tussle. In which case, you had better let him clean himself before approaching that little birdie. Not to mention he takes pride in all his damn jewelry, so you can expect to spit-shine those bangles clean if you so much as accidentally bump into one of them.
█⊲ Personality:
██████'A cup of poisonous tea...'
Elrich is one nasty little b***h, to say the least. a**l as hell, too. He just has a way with that silver little tongue of his to piss off everyone he knows with a single phrase, and in all honesty, he doesn't care. He's an ornery piece of work, he is. He views his beauty on a god-like level, surpassing all others, save a few whom he may consider to be just below his level, but no matter how gorgeous they really may be, Elrich's word is law, and none shall surpass him.
There is a side of him, however, that, thankfully, doesn't show too often. While usually El doesn't bother to get ruffled too easily (he simply knows he's superior), he has an extremely violent side that takes over his whole mind and body. Rarely will he ever remember exploding on someone, and instead wake up from a black out very far away from the offense, or... Right smack in the middle of a bloody mess.
█⊲ Strengths and Weaknesses:
██████'Confidence does not beget strength of the heart...'
Elrich can take any criticism or diss without batting a single lash, but it's not because he's easygoing. The quetzal only believes with his whole heart that he is the most beautiful thing living or non, on this earth. A present from the heavens so that all other herla may look upon and weep at his glory. Like every Achilles, however, there is always a weak spot in the seemingly invincible. For El, it happens to be his lack of ability to communicate properly without insulting someone. When called out on this, he, more likely than not, will blow into a fit of rage and deny it with his whole being... Or if he's around someone he actually trusts, he will crumble like the unsupported edge of a cliff. Despite being so cruel and prideful, Elrich actually really does have a good eye for beauty, be it in sight, smell, or sound, and will often spend his time trying to compose a bird song for the flighty creatures in the trees. Not that he'd ever tell anyone he was creative in any sort of way. Goodness no. He doesn't need to be creative to be appreciated.
█⊲ Powers:
██████'Anywhere away from here...'
El has the ability to hold his jumps a little longer with his small wings if he runs fast enough before leaping.
█⊲ Likes:
██████'All that shimmers...'
♢ Mirrors
♢ His reflection
♢ Bird songs
♢ Shiny jewels to adorn himself with
█⊲ Dislikes:
██████'Like the wicked witch of the west...'
♦ Ladies
♦ Others who don't compliment him
♦ Being unable to get away from something
♦ Storms (they get his feathers wet)
█⊲ History:
██████'Beauty and the Beast without a beauty or a happy ending...'
U/C
█⊲ Relationships:
██████'Weak hearts are easy enough to feed off of...'
Family//
♕ Adopted Mother Poison Ivy //█ ... You look so much like me. I don't want to see your strange tricks with plants-- Just compliment me! Keep complimenting me! ... You have to be my mother... Who else could you be..?
Friends//
♖ Roderick //█ You insolent fool! I don't know why I bother keeping you around; There is nothing that brings me joy quite like upsetting you somehow... But I suppose you are still useful to me, if only for an ear to listen and a provider of physical satisfaction. Don't make me say it twice, Roadkill.
♖ Seato //█ You're so weak, it's pathetic. But you are loyal to me and can somehow keep the peace between Roderick and I. ...I'm not sure I could lie to a face like yours, though... You could prove to be my ultimate undoing if Rod doesn't make me want to drown myself first.
Acquaintances//
♙ Xander //█ ... What are you, even..?
█⊲ Roleplay:
██████'Dripping venom with every word...'
Colour // #0ac200
Log // N/A
█⊲ Theme Song:
██████'Green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, black bird; How is it you sing?...'
Don't Mess With Me // Temposhark
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 2:26 pm
Famine
⊰ ｔｈｅ ｓｃａｌｅｂｅａｒｅｒ ⊱
█⊲ Appearance:
██████'Stop staring...'
There is nothing soft about Famine. Covered in scales from head to toe, he looks as dangerous and armored as he actually is. The only soft spot this gator has is his slightly tender underbelly, and even then, it's nearly impossible to get to when he has that massive tail and those razor claws to literally tear you a new one. Fam is a pretty big guy, but he prefers to stay low to the ground or in the swampy waters to stay hidden in order to avoid others staring so openly at him like some bizarre monster. His scaly pelt is littered in scars--bite marks and claw gashes alike--but he hardly remembers how they got there in the first place. Those teeth of his are rather distracting and can be fatally dangerous, but it's not like he's out to use them on anything other than catfish, really.
█⊲ Personality:
██████'An exotic flower not to be sought after...'
Famine is more or less just a frustrated buck, not seeking to be understood by anyone, but really hates it when he's misunderstood. He's a bit rough around the edges, preferring to push others away rather than get close, but he's not entirely opposed to holding a conversation with a stranger. Fam doesn't take too kindly to being called ugly-- He already knows he is, so he doesn't see the point in rubbing it in his face. While he may snap at others when he's annoyed, it really does take a lot to right-out piss him off. You can bet you'll know when he's mad at you, though. Fam isn't afraid of using his outside voice right in your face. Or his tail to smack you down.
On the inside, Famine's just a bit of a lonely guy who's gotten used to his bad luck with love and life in general. Since the death of his old flame nearly a decade ago, he's found himself devouring every type of food he can get his jaws around to try and fill the hole in his heart by filling his stomach. His hunger has been getting worse as of late, however... And he really has to watch his drive to consume when he's around particularly annoying herla... Or the herla that dare to approach and belittle his precious, precious family.
█⊲ Strengths and Weaknesses:
██████'An iron hide and a brittle heart...'
It used to take a whole damn lot to upset Famine to the point of physical violence, but there are a few shortcuts to that end result now that he has a family of his own. The big buck is extremely protective of his mate and two children and will not tolerate any negativity toward them whatsoever. He's an extremely loyal soul to those he loves, and has a heart big enough to accept anyone into his small family, should they prove themselves worthy. Though Famine might seem tougher than steel, he has an insecurity problem that works its way into his relationships with others sometimes, due to his strange appearance and painful history. His insecurity with others drives him to cut a relationship off prematurely before he's hurt, thus leaving him with very, very little friends to actually be more than just acquaintances.
█⊲ Powers:
██████'To make the world quake with fear...'
Famine doesn't particularly like to fight, but he has a rather uncanny ability to create a very minor earthquake when he's furious, and has to be very careful with where he swings his tail. With a stomp, or a slam of his heavy tail, he can sometimes even knock herla off their hooves with the tremble of the earth.
█⊲ Likes:
██████'Sunshine on a cloudy day...'
♢ Swimming
♢ Sun bathing
♢ Taking care of Ailbhe
♢ Eating fish
█⊲ Dislikes:
██████'A vile taste in the mouth...'
♦ Others staring
♦ Winter
♦ His reflection
♦ His insecurities with relationships
█⊲ History:
██████'The requiem of a child's cry and a doomed love...'
He was cast out as a fawn. That much was easy to guess. Born to which herla, it would never be known; The swamp boy must've blocked it from his memory, but really, who would blame him? When prodded, Famine could only shake his head and state that he remembers no more than cold words and ill-wishes until a warm spirit stood before him and cradled him to her side. Matrika was her name. No older than two days past adulthood, she spirited him away from the hate and the hurt, raising him like her own little brother, far from the edge of the Delta bordering the swamps where he was born.
Famine can recall the sweet days of living in the Delta with Matrika to teach and grow with him. He often dreams about the days they spent together playing, swimming, and even taking naps in the sun side by side... And, regretfully, about the love he felt for the doe that never went further than the front of his mind. Fam would've done anything for Matrika; She was his precious saviour, and he was her little light (no matter how big he actually got) and nothing would ever change that. He always admired the doe's gentle strength and her desire to right the wrong, though her fiery defense of Famine's terrifying appearance often got her laughed at and ridiculed.
There had been a time when Famine got close to speaking his mind about his feelings to the beloved doe, but fate was determined to keep him silent forever. It had been a cold day in winter when Matrika had decided to escort him (at the buck's request) to the edge of the swamps where he had been abandoned. Famine was determined to chase away the ghosts of his past and replace them with happy memories-- Which meant he had made up his mind about spilling his guts to the femme and finally just tell her that he loved her. But before he could, there was a sharp cry from deeper within the treacherous area, and Matrika was off like a bullet to help out whomever had let their fear erupt vocally.
The screaming doe was dead on arrival.
Hovering over the body was a Ghavial, stunning both Matrika and Famine in their tracks. He wanted to run. He wanted to tell Matrika to run... And run she did. In the opposite direction he wanted her to. The doe had been enraged by the death of a fellow innocent herla--Had been blinded by the injustice of it all--and no sooner than Famine could take a step forward, she had rushed to her death, beaten down once, twice, three times by that wretched venomous tail of the Ghavial.
Famine was left alive, only spared a glance by the vile beast that had killed his love. For hours, he lay beside Matrika, curled around her body, simply staring at the reflection of his ugly maw in the liquid ruby that spilled from the doe's flank. All too quickly, he realized that he had been left alive simply because the beast was too dumb to recognize the difference between him, the mutant gator herla, and a young Ghavial drone. Nightmares often plague the buck now, images of his reflection in Matrika's blood morphing into a Ghavial coming alive to rip him limb from limb... And on other occasions, he is the Ghavial himself, striking down the doe that meant so much to him.
Nine years later, Famine can be found roaming the swamps with his mate Ailbhe, or his son and daughter, Aengus and Catriona. There's a smile on his jaws that hasn't been seen in many a moon, and no others could possibly dream of making him as happy as his family does now. Even Matrika would agree.
█⊲ Relationships:
██████'Finding those to trust is harder than it may seem...'
Family//
♔ Wife Ailbhe //█ You... You idiot...! I'm absolutely in love with you. Please, never leave my side again. Let's take care of the kids together, and I'll never let you down, okay..? You've become my world, Ailbhe... It was a rather unfortunate meeting at first. It could definitely be claimed that Ailbhe was being quite the obnoxious little p***k, getting all up in Famine's face like that. It was the first time in a long while that the gator had felt the urge to just end someone's life, and he nearly stole the swampy buck's away from him. Past events and tugging heartstrings got the better of him, however, and instead of leaving the smaller male to bleed to death on the swamp bank, Famine had to atone for his sins by taking care of the other for quite some time until Ailbhe was fully healed. The two got along well enough, as long as Ail wasn't being a little b***h and Fam's 'kindness' wasn't feeling particularly abused... It's still almost how they operate anyway, but now, with Ailbhe being the mother of their fawns, they seem to at least try to get along a little better (Okay, they get along a lot better and are almost disgustingly cute together, but still). Underneath it all, Famine's pretty damn in love with the smaller male, but you would never get him to admit it, even if you broke every bone in his body. The second he admits it out loud, he knows everything will go wrong. Past history doesn't just erase itself so easily, you know.
♕ Daughter Catriona //█ My darling daughter. I look at your face and I see hope where I had none. You're like the stars shining in my night sky to guide me home... I am here for you whenever you need me, my beautiful girl.
♔ Son Aengus //█ My sweet, sweet, boy. There is no need to be so afraid! One day you will become strong like me, and beautiful like your mother. Use your compassion and your imagination to make a difference in the world. I believe in you.
Friends//
♖/♜/♗/♝ N/A
Acquaintances//
♙/♟ N/A
█⊲ Roleplay:
██████'Soft whispers under the stars...'
Colour // #9ba145
Log // [PRP-ML] After the Worry Comes a Moment of Peace (Fam/Ail)
█⊲ Theme Song:
██████'A song to soothe an aching heart...'
Flare // Plazmataz & Hanyuudesu
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 8:48 am
Judas
⊰ ｔｈｅ ａｒｃｈｉｍａｇｅ ⊱
█⊲ Appearance:
██████'A skeleton with skin does not make it live...'
Frail does not even begin to describe Judas. All his bones would probably break if he so much as took a tumble down a small slope, but he has no one to blame but himself for that. He doesn't eat anything but liquids, so his body reflects his state of nutritional hunger. With a quick glance at the white buck, one would probably think that they've either seen a zombie or some sort of terrifying skeletal spectre, but that's how he likes it. Not that he even needed his body to be big and buff in the first place, though... No, intimidation is how Judas likes to play his games, and his dark eyes do the job pretty well most of the time. That, and his toxic looking aura when he summons it to rest on his body like some smoky, poisonous haze.
█⊲ Personality:
██████'The demon that sings your doom in the middle of the night...'
Judas is just a nasty little ********. He'll tease and taunt and belittle anyone just for fun, and will even resort to physical violence seemingly without provocation. The worst type, he's likely to kill little animals that wander too close to him for his own amusement when he's bored... So. It's safe to say that it's a danger to be around him unless you're providing him with entertainment. ...Except for the fact that his entertainment resides in the area of someone else's utmost agony, so it's just a good idea to steer clear of this buck at any time-- Bad mood or not.
Strangely enough, he's rather tender with his mate that no one seems to be able to catch a glimpse of... Possessive as hell, but tender, nonetheless.
█⊲ Strengths and Weaknesses:
██████'A thorny rose in one hand and broken glass in the other...'
Judas is just a bad guy. A really bad guy. He's quick-witted and violent and will sucker you into doing his bidding without you even noticing. It's a terrible thing to be so intelligent and yet so seriously ******** in the head, but it certainly makes for a dangerous scene, if that's what you're looking for. The buck really has no kindness anywhere in his body, and if you manage to catch a glimpse of what you might think is something sweet within him, he will be the first to tell you that you're wrong, then proceed to make you suffer for your insolence. With his mysterious mate that he sometimes speaks of, he seems to switch into some strange sort of dreaminess that is both disturbing and would make anyone concerned for that poor herla's life. It's more than obvious that he's extremely possessive of what is rightfully his... So it's best to just cut your losses and let him take what he wants.
█⊲ Powers:
██████'Suffering internal agony over and over...'
With his aura, Judas can pick up small to medium sized objects and throw them, crush them, ect. to make up for his lack of physical strength. His aura can also harden into a physical shape, most often compared to jagged pieces of broken glass to defend himself if necessary. When he's not being violent as hell, however, the hart has the ability to see glimpses of a herla's future... But will more often than not say that they're going to suffer some horrible fate, regardless of what he sees.
█⊲ Likes:
██████'Blood red wine and meat on the bone...'
♢ His deceased mother
♢ Other herla's misery
♢ Killing small creatures
♢ Telling nightmare-like fortunes
█⊲ Dislikes:
██████'Like upsetting a demon...'
♦ Solid foods
♦ Being pestered
♦ Children
♦ Love
█⊲ History:
██████'A reason for the madness...'
Once upon a time, there was a fawn with the brightest of smiles. He strode proudly by his mother's side, but it only took so long before he began to notice the strange stares the two of them were receiving from others. Why, he would ask the doe, why were they staring so rudely? His mother only shook her head and kissed his nose to pacify him. But the whispers were not missed later on in his childhood. Things like. "b*****d child," and "Poor boy's mother is a whore."
But oh, that most certainly did not fly with the young white yearling.
During a period in his adolescence when the frail herla was trying to learn how to control his aura, three determined does started a fight with his mother, trying, and unfortunately succeeding... To kill her. The doe's son didn't understand why they had attacked his mother so viciously, but all sanity had been lost within the poor boy, and revenge was exacted upon the three who had taken his mother's life. For days, he refused to eat and stayed with his mother's body until she began to rot, upon which he dragged the doe's body to the nearest river and let her go.
It was not the only thing he let go that day. Any sense of kindness had left what remained of his tragically obliterated soul, and he would laugh at the taste of rotting meat between his teeth as he... Ah. Cleaned up the remaining mess of the three other bodies. The rotted protein made him sick to the point of near death, in which he swore off solid foods for the rest of his remaining life.
He's been the same, distrusting, vile lunatic since.
█⊲ Relationships:
██████'Nightmares are leeches to fear...'
Family//
♔/♚/♕/♛ N/A
Friends//
♗ Lokii // You damned devil... I absolutely despise you, but I find you the only bearable company to be around on a semi-regular basis. No. Shut up. I am not calling us friends, you idiot.
Acquaintances//
♙ Catriona // Ahh, you poor lost little girl... Perhaps we can, ah, mutually benefit one another...
█⊲ Roleplay:
██████'Lies, lies, lies...'
Colour // #964dd1
Log // N/A
█⊲ Theme Song:
██████'The music box in the attic...'
Ward Room 305 // Hatsune Miku
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 3:59 pm
Aengus
⊰ ｔｈｅ ｐｌａｇｕｅｂｅａｒｅｒ ⊱
█⊲ Appearance:
██████'A wall flower of a water lily...'
Aengus is a small, unnoticeable buck. If he stays still long enough, one could swear that he'd disappeared into the scenery surrounding him... And the smaller creatures like to demonstrate this by using him as a resting place or a source of shade during hot days. When you can get a really good look at him, though, it's more than obvious who he's related to. With those gator teeth, he can look pretty intimidating when noticed-- Or, he could appear intimidating if he held his head up once in awhile. Aengus hardly ever presents himself as confident or proud, with his ears almost always pinned back, and his head hanging close to the ground. He stutters slightly when he's nervous or upset, just adding to his weak image, and despite being told that he should be more outgoing, the hart can never seem to be more than skittish and timid.
█⊲ Personality:
██████'The kindness of a mouse can make up for its small size...'
Aengus is a happy young buck who is pleased to be alive in such a beautiful (but highly dangerous!) world. The baby gator enjoys rooting around for creatures that sport shells, whether they be turtles, beetles, or even snails! He loves collecting shells of all kinds, and actually has a corner full of them carefully displayed in his den. He's always loved spinning fantastic tales of magic and wonder, having adored his father's gift for telling stories when he was a fawn. Generally speaking, Aengus is sweet and pretty passive, enjoying laughing with others-- ... Well. His family, at least. When it comes to conversing with others, he's painfully shy and has a severe anxiety with approaching and speaking with those he's unfamiliar with, which basically includes every herla ever. It's difficult to get him to come out of his own shell (perhaps that's why he likes collecting them so much?), but once that step has been taken, he's guaranteed to care for someone with everything he's got.
█⊲ Strengths and Weaknesses:
██████'No matter how much fun a turtle has in its shell, no one will ever see...'
While Aengus' social anxiety gets in the way of many things, with his family, it does not. The little gator is quite creative, and is an immaculate story teller when he wants to be. He has an eye for unique things, and will take to the smallest of details that not many notice. As a detail-oriented buck, it's actually quite hard to fool him, even if he might seem as if he lets things go unnoticed. He is always careful when traveling out with his sister or by himself so that he gets into the least amount of trouble possible, but oddly enough, Aengus is willing to risk quite a lot in the name of fun.
█⊲ Powers:
██████'Poor thing, poor thing...'
Like his mother Ailbhe, Aengus can secrete a strange sludge... But unlike his mother who can self-heal with the semi-liquid, his particular brand doesn't really seem to have any actual effect other than having a bit of a constant runny nose and a slight drooling problem when feeling strong emotions.
█⊲ Likes:
██████'Simple things are often the best things...'
♢ Swimming
♢ His family
♢ Listening to his parents' stories
♢ Making up his own tales
█⊲ Dislikes:
██████'Panicking is ultimately the first reaction...'
♦ Being unprepared for social situations
♦ Social situations in general
♦ Casual conversations with anyone but his family
♦ Getting teased for his demeanour
█⊲ History:
██████'Such a twisted fate...'
U/C
█⊲ Relationships:
██████'A net to catch you when you fall...'
Family//
♔ Mother Ailbhe // Mother..! I love you so much. I see the way Daddy looks at you... It's like the way he describes in his stories. I want to be as confident as you some day. Daddy says that's one thing he really likes about you, anyway.
♔ Father Famine // Daddy, I feel strong around you. I feel tall and proud and you can take me to worlds far away through the stories you tell. You sing my song really well with Mother, too...
♕ Sister Catriona // You're the best sister anyone could ever ask for. You're tall and beautiful and I just want to be by your side forever... Promise you'll never leave your little brother? P-Promise..?
Friends//
♗ Echo // Ah... You seem like so much fun..! I wish we could just have some time to tell stories to each other, but Cat doesn't seem to like you much... I'm sorry...
Acquaintances//
♙/♟ N/A
█⊲ Roleplay:
██████'Good times, bad times, and all the times in between...'
Colour // #35b368
Log // [PRP-ML] A Fumble, A Friend, and a Foul Mood (Aengus/Catriona/Echo)
█⊲ Theme Song:
██████'Open the jaws and set the soul free...'
The Song of Wandering Aengus // Donovan
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 4:31 pm
Vittoria
⊰ ｄｉｖｅｒｓｉｔｙ＇ｓ ｍａｒｋ ⊱
█⊲ Appearance:
██████'How curious...'
Petite, but not fragile by any means, Vittoria is rather normal looking for a hind... Until you get a glimpse of her back right leg, that is. It'll have you wondering what kind of accident could leave that kind of scarred limb still attached, and Vittoria will tell you! She has absolutely no clue. But a strange looking leg is easily forgettable when appreciating other aspects of this sweet doe, most definitely.
█⊲ Personality:
██████'A jar of honey with a twinge of spice...'
Vittoria is rather optimistic! She's a pretty cheery kind of soul, and is not above helping someone out when they need it. She speaks swiftly and intelligently, so more often than not, others are a little baffled at what they've just heard. She tries not to use too many big words, though! She doesn't like sounding awkward in conversations. Rather comfortable with wandering aimlessly, Vittoria tends to stay near populated areas to observe and communicate with other herla, absolutely loving to make new friends regardless of age. Unable to hold a conversation without giving some health advice, Vittoria's a bit of a stickler when it comes to taking care of yourself. She's very serious when it comes to medical matters, and it's been said that she once took care of someone who had a broken bone, but didn't listen to her directions to stay still and rest... So she broke the bone again to start over from the beginning and drill the point home. Yeah. She's serious about your well-being. You had better be too.
█⊲ Strengths and Weaknesses:
██████'With the light does come the dark...'
Vittoria is terribly intelligent. It almost impedes on her making friends when she can't control her expansive vocabulary long enough to hold a regular conversation. She is able to keep an optimistic outlook despite any of her possible gloomy circumstances, and can cheer up other herla quite well by just being around them. Vittoria cares deeply about the well-being of others, and will often stop and talk to anyone who seems like they need assistance with anything. When physically caring for someone's injuries, however... The doe is incredibly serious and can even be quite vicious when it comes to telling someone to follow her instructions. When it comes to her passion in health and science, she takes everything personally, and will very likely lash out at anyone who doesn't take her advice and instructions seriously.
█⊲ Powers:
██████'Knowledge reins victor over all...'
Though she retains no magical powers, Vittoria makes up for those abilities with knowledge and her adaptive personality.
█⊲ Likes:
██████'Everything can be found within the pages of a book...'
♢ Reading any literature she can find
♢ Her anatomy books
♢ Making friends
♢ Socializing
█⊲ Dislikes:
██████'Tread carefully in unknown waters...'
♦ Others who don't take proper care of themselves...
█⊲ History:
██████'A flash of white and then it was gone...'
All she can gather is that she was in a severe accident involving her leg a few years ago... She really isn't sure what her life was like before she 'woke up', but she doesn't really mind not knowing. She's happy with where she is now.
█⊲ Relationships:
██████'Sometimes, a spider may choose to not eat her captives...'
Family//
♔/♚/♕/♛ N/A
Friends//
♖/♜/♗/♝ N/A
Acquaintances//
♙ Xander // Ah, you look so lovely! Won't you stay and chat for awhile, kind gent?
█⊲ Roleplay:
██████'Communication is the basis of all social interaction...'
Colour // #d66283
Log // [PRP-DF] Interest in Oddities (Vittoria & Xander)
█⊲ Theme Song:
██████'Sing sweet, sing low...'
Music Box // Regina Spektor
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