Okay finally. Here's my appie ;D Let me know how to fix it up k? [color=lightblue][h3][i]Lady Delany Ambrosina Wentalworth.[/i][/h3][/color] [img]https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2848/32918889063_66b288df33_m.jpg[/img] [u][b]Age[/b][/u]: 17 *~*~* [u][b]Abstract[/b][/u]: [color=lightblue]I am that pretty messed up, pretty wild, pretty pink princess riding the Whiskers of The PussyCatta set on a collision course with the nether regions intersecting Oblivion, Ecstasy and Paradise and try as you will, you just cannot leash this undeterred, unstoppable, underling Whiskering royal bitch.[/color] [i]( she tells herself when she's high)[/i]. That uppity but nice enough girl even though she gives her family name a black eye since they always seem to try to cover up "misguided actions" due to her "problematic behaviour"[i] (they say when she's sobering up).[/i] *~*~* [hider=Details] [color=lightblue]Ever wonder who you really are when you stare into that looking glass? No, really. Who is that really? That is not me in that white frilly gown staring back at me. I am not that little girl in there: silvery flowing locks, icy blue eyes, plump lips, button nose, all upon porcelain skin. I am not that... that "Dolly" thing. No, I am not your plaything, Daddy. I am not so Royal. I am not. I cannot even stare into those eyes for I know they lie, lie, lie, just like that false Wentalworth family grin that pervades our liars family castle. I am what they made me to be; I am that damned princess through and through. All my years, all my tears, all my fears, oh but Mummy, I pray thee to more than what this lone and singularity of a child could ever bring you. I know you taught me well. But shame is all I return to you. I know there were those years that I loved you so dearly; oh but Mummy I loved you more than any during those illicit and blissful times. I know you want me to bear your grandchildren, but oh how shameful that I shan't. And it is not because this frail Dolly cannot bear to breed. No, Mummy it is because this Woman-childling cannot bear to take the seed for I only love the flower. And it is from this shame, I know you know, that I am a Whiskering one. When and in those time of what you call lucidity, I hear you telling me to rid of my Daemon's crutch. But it is not a Daemon's crutch, Mummy. Even Daddy says so. He knows what it is. They call it the [i]PussyCatta[/i]. It is my greatest love and my greatest humiliation... I admit this only because I loved you once more than anything during those irreverent and blameless times. And now... and now I play dress up for you Mummy. Unlike playing dress down for Daddy. And now here I stand in front of this looking glass and look at that... that frail whelp staring back at me. That whelp in the mirror... I cannot look into its eyes for I know it still loves you, Mummy. It dressed up for you so that it would look all "prim and proper, ladylike and precious on her day to greet her chosen suitor." But look closer, Mummy. There do you see it? No? No, of course not. Here let me help you. Time to get [i]Whiskering [/i]then. Oh, see the Catalyst crystals? Now let me melt them. No longer Catalyst and now they are turning into the PussyCatta. See now how I place them into these vials ending in 5 sharp needles-- oh but Mummy! How clever you are! Oh dear, how rather amusing then! You do get it for they do look like the five claws of a cat! Catalyst. Cat. PussyCatta. How utterly drole. Now then. Why do they call it "Whiskering...?" Watch. See how I squeeze this and the fluid sprays away the air bubbles? What does it look like? Whiskers yes, sort of. But that's just the visual. It's acutally the sensation, Mummy. When I inject it into my tummy... wait, this area is too scarred with Kitty-tracks... ahhh! Here. Now when I inject this into my tumm-- ooooooooohhhhhhhh... ohhhh, Mummy... it feels like I'm sliding now, Mummy... sliding down the Whiskers of the PussyCatta... sliding... sliding down, Mummy. And so now-- oh! Hear that? No? Well look into the looking glass, Mummy. Do you see it? Look beyond that whelp in there. Look into those icy blues now, Mummy. There is no more frailty. Oh, you see it now don't you? It calls me to it, Mummy. It knows me so well. It takes me away when Daddy takes me away. And now do you see? Oh, how lovely I am. I am your angel. I am, Mummy. Don't you see my wings? Oh but I must fly to him. He waits for me down below. Upon his horse... a riding horse he rides and soon to ride me like a whore till I breed. But wait till he sees me. I can fly. I can. That's what [i]she[/i] tells me. LoPangan is her name. She says its time to fly now. I love you, Mummy. I still do... but you are wrong. LoPangan is not a delusion of a devil from this so-called "addiction" of mine. No, Mummy, LoPangan is real. And she gives me powers. Watch me, Mummy. I know you are down there too in the courtyard. You will all see. By the power of the PussyCatta, LoPangan has made me an ANGEL! Your angel, Mummy. Look up, Mummy! Look at me I'm waving to you from my tower window. Oh, you are waving back! Now watch, Mummy. Oh, silly... don't you fret, tremble and scream. That is not prim and proper. Just watch me, Mummy. I can fly. I can FLY!! Here now, Mummy. Here comes your angel. [/color] [hider=Oh how beautiful I am.] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/8f/52/bc/8f52bc166b6c514f35468bace31d12c2.jpg[/img][/hider][/hider] *~*~* [b][u]Personality[/u][/b]: (+) Happy, Capricious, Helpful, Polite, Hard-working, Aims to please. (-) Curious, Non-confrontational, Lonely, In-the-Closet, Aims to please. *~*~* [b][u]Skills[/u][/b]: Noblesse Etiquette, Horse riding/care/breeding, Grooming, Stitching/sewing, Archery, Dancing/Singing, Reading/Writing, Painting, Narcotic use (Catalyst Crystals) *~*~* [u][b]Obstacles[/b][/u]: Drug Addiction, Repression due to sexual abuse by father and being “in-the-closet,” a Pushover to those whom she trusts/admires, and even though disdains the life of a noble, she is a bit snooty and uppity in terms of being 'prim and proper.'