Post by Nightengale Xzerxia on May 17, 2012 23:23:26 GMT -5
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Xzerxia,
Nightengale[/center][/size][/color]themesong[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Blood on my hands
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Nightengale is a five foot seven inch tall female with ivory skin covered in tattoos and scars. Her hair is a muddy blonde and often falls in thick waves about her shoulder blades. The most noticeable of her scars are the crimson Nightingale branded on the left side of her chest just under her collar bone and the foot long scar that runs the length of her left forearm. Her eyes are a pale turquoise that is often mistaken for grey in comparison to her hair.
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Xzerxia, Nightengale Torrha
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sweet twenty
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Female
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born a, Occuilus Vampyre
should we put bricks on your head?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
NIGHTENGALE is, five foot seven inches tall.
no place like home[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Lousiana
getting lucky with ~someone~[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Bisexual
babies coming?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
No
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Heal
Hysteria
Energy Drain
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Due to the female's passive nature she normally refuses to carry weapons unless in extreme cases.
whatcha~wearin?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
The female is often seen wearing a low cut black leather corset that exposes her arms, shoulders and a large expanse of her back with her scar riddled spine exposed between the criss crossed lacing combined with extremely tight fitting motorcycle leathers and knee high three inch pewter boots.
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A black Honda CB100R motorcycle with the the design of white skull bleeding from the eye sockets while a black widow rests upon the right brow with an intricate web woven between the open jaws. A matching decal is found etched into the leather seat.
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?[/color]:;[/b][/size]
NO
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disposition to the law[/color]:;[/b][/size]
CHAOTIC
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NEUTRAL
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Sweets
,Scars
,Tattoos
,Piercings
,Whips
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Ignorant people
,Daisies
,Any food not sweet
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philophobia
obsessions[/color]:;[/b][/size]
Bondage obbsession
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Little is known of the female's past. It is a mystery to even herself. If one were to ask the petite blonde she would say her story began in a ditch somewhere in the back alleys of the french quarter. Broken, bloody, scared and a deep hunger that burned her to her core. What was left of her clothing was hanging off her body as a sign of some violent deed that she had no record of. Wandering the streets in search of help in the late hours of the night she had been greeted with cold shoulders and hardened stares.
As morning threatened she felt her heart beat in some unknown terror. One thought raced through her mind screaming at her to find shelter. Slipping under the streets into the sewers the female stayed for many days and nights, unable to do little more than sit in a useless crumpled pile of flesh and bones. By chance a city worker passed her not noticing the small lifeless body. Using the last of her strength to call out to the male begging for help. At first the male looked at her in disgust before the look changed a mesmerized look crossing his face as he walked to her.
Meeting his death that night the female thanked him for the life he had given her before setting out to wander the country. Having no wish to know the events that had left her near death in the cold, muddy crime of the cobblestone street.
As morning threatened she felt her heart beat in some unknown terror. One thought raced through her mind screaming at her to find shelter. Slipping under the streets into the sewers the female stayed for many days and nights, unable to do little more than sit in a useless crumpled pile of flesh and bones. By chance a city worker passed her not noticing the small lifeless body. Using the last of her strength to call out to the male begging for help. At first the male looked at her in disgust before the look changed a mesmerized look crossing his face as he walked to her.
Meeting his death that night the female thanked him for the life he had given her before setting out to wander the country. Having no wish to know the events that had left her near death in the cold, muddy crime of the cobblestone street.
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The female's wood allergy is oak.
