||Bloody|| I am; ||Rose| I am not

[[Bloody] [Rose]]

Like a startling sign,
That fate had finally found me
And your voice was all I heard,
That I get what I deserve

WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME?

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Who am I?

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^{They have taken my body, they have branded my soul,
they have poisoned my blood, they have made me,}
Bloody Rose

Nicknames:; No my dear, my demoness callings are Rose or Blood
Type:; Don't hate me because I am one of the New Generation
Gender:; Don't look down on, dear, because I am Fae
Rank:; I am, and always will be a Loner
Pack:; My darling, I am of No pack
Age:; I am the pesky age of Four winters
Kin:; -----
Sire:; My father is worse then me....Soul Eater
Dam:; My mother is a whore called Insanity's Heart
Siblings:; I killed them all....Requiem's Nightmare, Painless Death and Evening Chaos

Bound for Destruction, headed for no where...

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Am I lost, am I doomed?

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^{Wandering into this darkness..... Falling away.....}
Look away from the mirror....

Pelt:; My pelt is so black it seems purple
eyes:; Violet
looks:; Bloody Rose is a different wolven then most.
She is a demoness of darkness, with a air of death and
destruction around her. She is made to kill, and the look in
her dark orbs show it quiet clearly. I will describe
everything about her, so listen closesly.

Rose's dome is small, but finely molded. With tear-shaped
auds that are usually pricked, listening to the melodies of
the wind. Her large, almond-shaped orbs, that are the
deadliest color of violet, with black rings around the iris.
Her jowls are lean, but well shaped for locking onto prey,
and tearing a wolven limb from limb, or so she thinks. Her
lips are the smokiest of black, and usually pulled up in a
smile. She has long, sharp ivories, that are connected to
pink gums. Her tongue is small, and a rosy pink, sometimes
out as she pants for breath.

Rose's dome connects to a small, graceful neck that is
muscled nicely. The neck connects to a wide chest, that is
built for speed and endurance. She has large lung's, which
fill with cold air as she breather's, and helps her when she
sprints or dashes forth. Two limbs connect to the side of
her chest, her front pillar's. Each pillar is long, and muscled
well. Her fur is thin around here, but doesn't show to much
flesh. Her paws are small and all, with smoky grey pads.
Her dagger's are shape little thing's, that are the darkest of
black.

With that, Rose has a slim, curvy figure. She has muscles
around her torso, which is lean. Fur clings here, thick and
silken soft. Her ribs show a bit, for she is never plump or
fat, for that is not who Rose is. Her belly has a lighter
shade of fur, and is warm to the touch. She has ten breast
upon there, each nipple a rosy pink and have never before
let a pup feed upon it's nub. Connecting to her bodice is
her rump, and thigh's. Her thighs are not fat and stringy like
most lupine's, but every inch of graceful, slim thing's. Her
rear pillar's are much like the front one's, long, well
muscled, and ready to take off. With their smoky grey
pad's, and black dagger's, she can run and jump quiet
efficiently. Rose's banner is usually high in the air, for she is
a dominant beast. It is neither bushy nor slim, but elegant
and curve's slightly.

Last but not least, the color of Rose's pelt will be told. Her
pelt clings to her bodice, in thick, silken waves. The fur
curls slightly, but not much. Each strand is like silk, and the
purest of color. It is a black, so deep and dark, that when
she moves, it seems to be a rich violet purple. The color is
not tainted by another, beside a few markings. Her pelt is
usually splashed with blood, for the need to kill is deep
within her. Mud is upon her paws, caked with drips of
crimson. Murder she is, killer she is, but still she is
magnificent to behond.

Yet, here are flaws upon her bodice. Scar's I will tell, and a
marking I will show. Upon her maw likes a red mask,
circling around her orbs and brushing the top of her jowl. It
is a dark crimson, like spilled blood. Yet beside this mark
is a scar, that runs down her left eye to the bottom of her
jowl. A fight gave her this flaw that she is delighted with.
Upon her back is criss-crossing scars, a sign that shows
quiet clearly never to startle a bear. A couple scars brush
the bottom of her bodice, and upon her rear pillars.
Porcupines do hurt, and she knows it well. The last of her
flaws is a deep scar that runs from her left front pillar, all
the way to her right hip. The wound crosses over her back,
and is quiet ghastly. A present from her father when she
was three.

Abilities:; Illusions - She can make other's see their worst nightmare's. She can make other's think she is not there, and hear things but it is not true. She just messes with her mind, yet the gift is limited. She cannot control a mind, and if the mind is strong it has no affects. Alas, she can only use her gift for a couple of minutes before it tires her out. Around six times a day no more, no less.

My soul is still on burning, desire to live....
desire to be free....

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What am i to do?

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^{They have tied me down, and left me to rot.....}

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Pick A Season

I act so:; Bitchy
But my heart is:; Black
Personality:; Rose is a demoness with a personality worthy of the devil. She is a creature that craves darkness and insanity so listen closely, because if you know her right, you won't be killed by her.

• Insanity - It's true, I am a insane creature. I am not sane in the mind, thanks to my powerful gift of Illusion. When I kill other creature's, their blood dripping down my throat, I lose another piece of my mind and my soul. I am no creature of the light, and the darkness is slowly eating me away. I laugh at the cruelest of times, and turn away at the happiest. I smile when others are in pain, and grimace when other's are happy. I am edging into the abyss of insanity and no one can help me up once I fall down.
  
  
• Cruelty - When you are injured and hurt, what do you expect? Help from another wolven, or some just walk away. I do neither of these things.When you are wounded, I pull out your nightmares and give you the Illusion that you are within them. While you stare a head, in fear of your nightmares, I press my paws and ivories into your injured flesh. I poke, and bite watching your blood stream from your body, making your injuries worse. I don't care about anyone, but the sight of blood makes my heart pound and my orbs dilate. I am a cruel, cruel demoness and many have called me worse, yet I will always do this thing that causes pain.
  
  
• Bloody - I love the sight of blood. The red crimson liquid flowing in streams to make red puddles. I love the scent and the taste, my mouth watering evertime I see or scent it. Lapping at the liquid when other's bleed, and when I am wounded, my blood dripping, I do nothing to stop it. I crave the sight of blood, crave it with every cell in my body. This is why I am your bloody rose.
  
  
• Fighter - I am a fighter by heart and by spirit. If you are kind to me, watch out. I will most likely bury my ivories into your threat, and tear at your windpipe. Kindness has been no friend to me, and whenever I hear it, my control snaps and I want to feast on your flesh. I fight with every ounce of my body, craving the need to feel my muscles move under my bodice, and the feel of sinew and muscle between my jowls. If my life is threatened, I will fight. Nothing will take away my life, even though I do not value it.
  
  
• Queen of Illusions - I see myself as the Queen of Illusions. Why is this? My power is vast, swimming in my blood. I always have the need to show another their nightmares and to hear the screams in my auds. My power whispers in my mind, encouraging me to be dark. Oh how I love the tightening of my muscles as I play over my own nightmares, watching them with my crazed orbs. See? I truely am insane, and the Queen of Illusions.
  
  
• Disloyalty - Loyalty? I scoff at the word. I will never be loyal to any lupine. Yes, I will join a pack but when the leader turns his or her back, I am there ready to bring their downfall. I am a devious little bitch who does not pledge allegiance to any creature. A lupine might be her alphine, but never can they trust her. If they are attacked, she will watch without lifting a paw. If her alpha is in danger, she will bat her lashes and turn away. Never has anyone been loyal to her, so don't expect it from her.
  
  
• Rose - Why would I say that I am a rose? Oh it is quiet simple. A rose looks so beautiful, I do as well. Yet it's thorns are sharp and cut into your flesh. That is me, a beautiful creature with a black heart that will rip you to shreds. I might be a male lupines naughty fantasys but I will turn on you in a second, and make you bleed. A heartless thing I am, but hey, don't expect much from a crazed lupa like me.
  
  
• Slut - Ok here is the truth about me. I am a slut, but no whore. Never have I let a brute mate me, but that doesn't mean I am pure. I tease the brute's, flirting and batting my lashes. I say kind lyrics to them, and lure them into my trap. When they love me, or crave to mate me, I turn away from them and try to find another prey. Once my mission to seduce is done, I will find another toy to use. I don't care how I hurt them, all I crave is the fun and prizes I get out of them.

Dice Roll:; *luck*

With my last dieing breath, i give you my word....

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Good Bye for now my friend.....

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Myth

But i have made it my own:; Bloody Rose
Application word:; Liar

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[Myth]

Accepted

the dice roll and season are more optional than not. You can role play now, i must say, Nice Bio.

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