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Date Posted: 18:15:23 09/23/04 Thu
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Gloria Sanchez
's message, ". A Puddle Of Crimson...From Your Own Eyes ." on 16:18:37 09/23/04 Thu
*she laughed, the tone was cold and mocking. Shaking her head, causing blonde hair to fall over her face. Young she might be, at 13, but she was no ‘little girl’. She was never a ‘little girl’ they had taken that privliage from her… and as for the not thinking thing… it was impossible. Even if the girl thought she wasn’t thinking (wow contradicting) every thing you do has some form of brain wave, brain thought. She would pick it up easily, rending the girl not only harmless. But if she did anything… well she have two pissed… well whatever you would call these two on her hands*
“Now that’s not asking politely…really I don’t take well to demands… and I don’t aim to entertain anyone but myself.”
*her voice for now was light carefree, not seeming to care but suddenly she stepped closer to the girl easily helping her now taller human companion (even though the shift wasn’t stated clearly *pokes then glares at Kazan*) though she wasn’t as close to her as him*
“as for being a little girl… younger I might be… but here you are the ‘little girl’, if I was human I still could kick you ass, as for slitting my throat… I’ll heal it. your weapon is useless…”
*her voice was lower now… as she reached a hand brushing her hand through her golden featherlike hair.*
“and for your information luck has nothing to do with it… I was bred to be what I am”
*She was though. Bred for agility, strength and raw power the girl wasn’t one to mess with. Not even her owners could control her. then the girl made her biggest mistake, she tried to escape… and kick her friend… but that he could deal with. Pulling the sword from a hidden sheath on her back under a baggy sweatshirt she had the tip of the sword pinned to the girl’s throat before she even got her knee up. The girl might think she was fast, but to both her and kazan her movements looked like they were slow motion. And ria’s to even the best of human eyes, would look as if she didn’t even move. She wouldn’t know the sword was coming until it was placed on her throat*
“don’t be stupid… you seem to forget your situation Gloria… you don’t stand a chance”
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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her sword
Dorjan's when we get to it
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