Post by asp on Jun 19, 2013 17:40:54 GMT -5
INTRODUCING!
MONARHAELLELISAR
MONARHAELLELISAR
[/color][/size]NIGHTMARE
now your nightmare comes to life
NAME: mona rhaelle lisar, goes by miss mona.
AGE: nine hundred years old
BIRTHDAY: october 31sti'm unoriginal
GENDER: female
SPECIES: demon, full
ORIENTATION: bisexual, strongly leaning toward women.
OCCUPATION: exotic dancerDRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
down to the devil's show[/center]
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 110 lbs
BUILD: thin, curvy, ribs show.
HAIR: dirty blonde
EYES: blue, hints of green
INK AND PIERCINGS: ears only
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: tons of scars litter her body, although the most noticeable one is a thick line running down her right side, from breast to ankle. another noticeable scar is one on her back in the shape of a cross.
POWERS: super speed and strength, illusionist (very skilled), pyrokinesis (fire manipulation).
PLAY-BY: candice swanepoel
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
[/color][/size]peace of mind is less than never![/right]
FEARS: sanity, more scars, losing her ghosties.
LIKES: ghosties, her reflection, sex, pretty people, lust, wealth, power, fire.
DISLIKES: losing, ugliness, love, mutations to her body, spending money, being ignored, water.
STRENGTHS: has a way with words, quick thinker.
WEAKNESSES: malicious, doesn't know when to stop.
DEEPEST SECRET: girl is crazy as they come, seeing ghosts in the form of animals and orbs of light.
PERSONALITY: mona is... well, she's crazy. power hungry and full of enough lust for a crowd of men, she's dangerous. the girl is malicious and she is not afraid to start a fight for the pure pleasure of it. she masks her true nature with a sweet deposition, full of fake smiles and compliments. this girl is not to be trusted, for who knows what she'll do once she gets you alone. perhaps you'll find yourself with a demon on top of you or maybe you'll find a sword about to pierce your skin. mona lisar is unpredictable and it is advised to tread carefully around this one.
HATE TO TWIST YOUR MIND
[/color][/size]but god ain't on your side[/left]
MOTHER: edelin - 40 - guard dog of the sixth circle
FATHER: nothing known about him.
SIBLINGS: tons of halves, one full named audrey
CHILDREN: she would never
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: lol nope
HISTORY: mona doesn't remember much about her childhood. she was born in hell to two demons, dark as they come, and that's all she truly knows. she was kept under lock and key for the first two hundred years of her life, only let out for training by her mother. no way would she disappoint the infamous guard dog. she held her very first sword at a mere age of four and has had one ever since, using her mothers since she was killed four hundred years ago. her body is marked with dozens of scars, as a result of fighting for the past eight hundred years or so. her biggest scar was the result of a major fight with her mother, the one she happened to be killed in. now, mona is just wandering aimlessly, looking for some fun and games.
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE SEVERED
[/color][/size]burn the world, your last endeavor![/center]
Hello. My name is aspen and I've been roleplaying for four years out of the sixteen years I've been living. I found this site by bru <3 and I'm glad to be here. I play n/a as well! By the way, I read the rules. pinkly smooth
RP SAMPLE!
Crusted blood matted into unruly platinum waves and pink scars scattered among her body left her looking a mess. Her corset was still laced tight to the point of suffocation and those dripping lips still stained the loveliest shade of red one could ever hope to see. That was the way she liked to look, completely and totally mental yet dressed to the nines. She looked best in her finest scuffed stilettos, after all!
She had never seen this place before, the surroundings as foreign as emotions to the once young woman. She had grown older and with this growth came new lands and new smells. Nothing was familiar anymore and the rotten feeling of being left behind suddenly seized her, not quite as bright eyes now directed to a fixated spot on the ground. If only she could retrogress to who she was prior to her disappearance then perhaps she'd be alright. Perhaps she would be able to make it through at least one night without the bittersweet nostalgia filling her lungs with everything she loathed. Feelings, the bane of her existence. She had shown them once, a long time ago in fact. They brought about her downfall and she had crumbled like a weak empire at the hands of those who found pleasure in such a descent.
The strong smell of fire filled her senses, nostrils flared as she closed her eyes and inhaled the familiar scent of destruction. Flames engulfed something, it seemed. A sense of excitement flushed throughout her body and she, chocolate delight, found herself moving closer to the scent. Her eyes were open again, a certain spark that had once been lost now temporarily found once more. Her body moved at a pace that perhaps she shouldn't have been moving at, for her legs locked for a moment and she was sent tumbling. "DAMN OLD AGE," A grumble, soft and under her breath, slipped from the older lady as she struggled to get back to her feet. She was no longer the pretty painting, but instead the rugged and aged ghost of what she used to be. She had become what she always saw: a ghost. Speaking of which, there were her Ghosties now.
"DEAR MISS MONA, WIPING OUT AGAIN ARE WE?" Their snickers filled her ears and she was suddenly aware of the dust clinging to her corset. It was almost suffocating, a flaw so large she couldn't help but be crushed by it. They began to brush at the filth on her with their noses as they continued to speak, whimsical voices getting louder and louder by the second. "PRETTY PAINTING DOESN'T HAVE TO BE SO PRETTY ANYMORE. SHE COULD BE THE DEMOLITION DEMON IF SHE SO DESIRED IT," One of the Ghosties moved up to her ear, showing off that wild grin. "THIS DESTRUCTION COULD ALL BE HER DOING." They moved away from her, fading from sight and once they were gone, she saw it.
The area which had once been a beauty to behold was now gone, replaced with nothing but ash and branches. Yet, she still saw the beauty. It was a different kind, of course, but it still lingered. There was something so magical about this wreckage that she couldn't put her finger on. Perhaps it was just her, but the way the ash lifted with just the slightest breeze... It was breathtaking. The thought of causing more of this... It was such an intoxicating idea. Spreading the demolition seemed brilliant to the chocolate priestess as she moved closer, a naked and burnt branch raking against her back once she moved beneath it. A soft noise of delight came from her ruby lips and she grinned that wicked grin she had missed so dearly, for she was beginning to find a reason to continue on again. Demolition seemed to be her sudden purpose and boy, was she excited to get started.
She had never seen this place before, the surroundings as foreign as emotions to the once young woman. She had grown older and with this growth came new lands and new smells. Nothing was familiar anymore and the rotten feeling of being left behind suddenly seized her, not quite as bright eyes now directed to a fixated spot on the ground. If only she could retrogress to who she was prior to her disappearance then perhaps she'd be alright. Perhaps she would be able to make it through at least one night without the bittersweet nostalgia filling her lungs with everything she loathed. Feelings, the bane of her existence. She had shown them once, a long time ago in fact. They brought about her downfall and she had crumbled like a weak empire at the hands of those who found pleasure in such a descent.
The strong smell of fire filled her senses, nostrils flared as she closed her eyes and inhaled the familiar scent of destruction. Flames engulfed something, it seemed. A sense of excitement flushed throughout her body and she, chocolate delight, found herself moving closer to the scent. Her eyes were open again, a certain spark that had once been lost now temporarily found once more. Her body moved at a pace that perhaps she shouldn't have been moving at, for her legs locked for a moment and she was sent tumbling. "DAMN OLD AGE," A grumble, soft and under her breath, slipped from the older lady as she struggled to get back to her feet. She was no longer the pretty painting, but instead the rugged and aged ghost of what she used to be. She had become what she always saw: a ghost. Speaking of which, there were her Ghosties now.
"DEAR MISS MONA, WIPING OUT AGAIN ARE WE?" Their snickers filled her ears and she was suddenly aware of the dust clinging to her corset. It was almost suffocating, a flaw so large she couldn't help but be crushed by it. They began to brush at the filth on her with their noses as they continued to speak, whimsical voices getting louder and louder by the second. "PRETTY PAINTING DOESN'T HAVE TO BE SO PRETTY ANYMORE. SHE COULD BE THE DEMOLITION DEMON IF SHE SO DESIRED IT," One of the Ghosties moved up to her ear, showing off that wild grin. "THIS DESTRUCTION COULD ALL BE HER DOING." They moved away from her, fading from sight and once they were gone, she saw it.
The area which had once been a beauty to behold was now gone, replaced with nothing but ash and branches. Yet, she still saw the beauty. It was a different kind, of course, but it still lingered. There was something so magical about this wreckage that she couldn't put her finger on. Perhaps it was just her, but the way the ash lifted with just the slightest breeze... It was breathtaking. The thought of causing more of this... It was such an intoxicating idea. Spreading the demolition seemed brilliant to the chocolate priestess as she moved closer, a naked and burnt branch raking against her back once she moved beneath it. A soft noise of delight came from her ruby lips and she grinned that wicked grin she had missed so dearly, for she was beginning to find a reason to continue on again. Demolition seemed to be her sudden purpose and boy, was she excited to get started.
THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY SIN OF ESCAPE THIS AFTERLIFE. STEAL THIS AND SHE'LL SEND HER KILLER HAMSTERS OF DOOM AFTER YOU AND HAVE THEM CHEW YOUR EYES OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS. LYRICS BELONG TO NIGHTMARE BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD.
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