♥♥♥ = love || ♥♥ = infatuation || ♥ = depredation ||☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ Depends on the day ☺ or ☠ ~
Question my judgments on the grandiose Ring Master of this ostentatious cirque? Well if the duty be de rigueur. Imposing and pompous he stands tall… Tall, tall, tall as a lamppost and as lean. Sovereignty, power and authority do light his path; every step he should take it surely does follow.
I promote all our convene with thou; esprit de corps! In possession of esteemed traits he is. Unaltered reverence I do have for the Wish Master. He dost prevail as dominant and leading – for he answers to nil and none. Forever overshadowing others, his hand relentlessly rests on the destiny and even downfall of all – nonetheless at no time doest he abuse such a thing. Mannerism in which Andracos venerates. The affiliation shared between the two Ring Master and I at times be bosom buddies and at others times adversaries. Broadcast others do that shine my eyeballs a garish green for him; envious or jealous. And to them I proclaim without affront, “Absolutely right, right you are! Accurate, it is true!” For you see, dearest droogs, freedom is not what thy years for. Liberty is longer not desired.
Supersede I now crave. Take I will, all that is his.
Replacement, yes?
The unyielding power!
The prevailing authority!
Command of such a spectacle
Riposte to none and no.
Least thy disremember, the angel that shall cometh with.
Freedom for doll? Oh no, no – never!
She too will be mine.
Grand, Grand, Grand it will be!
And it will happen.
His slayer will be I
I merely ought to apply time.
And all of you, shall too, be mine.
Rosaline Bell Seil~ ♥♥♥ ~
Rosalina? My Princess, you ask of? Welly, well - fairly flabbergasted I stood - a tranced statue I was upon our first encounter. Upright twas I, dumbfounded beyond all measure. Outlandish I must’ve seemed. What be erroneous with thou, surely she considered? Never, not once, had my eyes lain upon something so perfect and untainted. And do believe me when thy pronounces that, for voluminous amounts of ‘pretty polly’s’ have I mulled over. Not a single fault exists within her. She exists as incorruptible, even though residing in such an abode. Flawless she survives. Sees all she does through her inner world of observations. The greatest advocate any can have within dwell here. And do, I do, indorse that notion to all, so do take note! One’s utmost supporter she will be. I acknowledge that obsession has befallen me with this angel. Addiction and crave but nil for anything bad happening. Oddly nil and night sickness befalls me wheneth in her presence for how can such a thing disgust or revolt one? Ever request my heart, should she – tear it out, rip, rip, rip and serve it to her on a silver platter.
It be, this angel everything, oh everything Andracos desires, yearns for in a significant other. Though did I, only in dreams did such existence live. Found her I did – live, breathe for it. The moment will come when it becomes mine, my possession. I want it! I yearn for it! I desire it to be mine! And it will – oh undoubtedly mine it will be. And love, love, love – at long last true love will be mine!
Andracos Soleviel ~ ♥♥♥ ~
Thy requests opinion on self? My, my, my, park yourself down thy comrade and allow uncle Andracos to verbalize. In all candour, I have such reasons to be conceited; why there exists not single fad that I fault in performance, perceptibly or introspectively. For me mental, physical and emotional powers exceeds that of all beings – being humble and self-effacing is far too much effort when one stands as impressive and brilliant as I.
My physique, oh my physique – I grant attractiveness a complete new level of definition. Breathe thy breathe of pristine onto a mirror simply to observe the beauty of thy own breathe. In comparison to the lion’s share, Andracos be stronger and greater. Outstandingly and dazzlingly more handsome and suave. Worthier, the salt of the mere earth. Accredited by twain love, affection and hate, revulsion – no other way will Andracos ever fancy it. Hanker doeth I to craft a altering in others – specifically females. Fevor doeth to provoke destruction; debasement; damage to the weaker sex.
Undeniably I relish the love and adoration they provide prior to the defilement. My presence, mere existence renders all dealings and events further valuable. Endeavour to live by nil rules and regulations for they be ever so hampering – one misses all the true pleasure, tis be the cause of clash amongst Ring Master and I. But what is mere chastisement for pleasure and enjoyment. Andracos doest as he pleases forever more – never-ending shall it is.
The amazingness that resides within I has endorsed Andracos to accomplished said quota far before allocated time frame therefore rulebooks apply not to Andracos. One cannot exhausted or shatter Andracos – not demon, angel, vampire, werewolf or any for I am superior. Enigmatic and alluring beyond all others for charisma flows through my veins and is a part of me forever and always. Detestation and revulsion follows me every step thy takes; nevertheless as does devotion; with my own bunch of delinquents; the Valach whom do as I say in addition to whomever I desire. Familiarity encircles my given name; I am known by all. Thy dost what thy dost and thy do dost it glowing.
Oh how I relish the slaughter and massacre of any and all – primary the so-called innocent. The explosion that releases within thy is so extreme it be addictive, parallel to blood for a vampire. I reminisce the moment wheneth I became the malefactor – arh the moment my truth self, my calling emerged. Mental pictures I have seized, with a wink acting as a flash, the brains my victims emerging from their own ears – one cannot abandon another anymore lifeless. The need to murder, rape, defile, torture and so on is a part of thy. Cannot be of Andracos’ fault that demon blood flows powerfully through me for the devil be my sponsor for he stood alongside me bed wheneth I came into this world and stand by for moreover more – the devil himself.
All this be the raison d'être why I unremittingly feign a bogus diadem upon thy cranium. Magnificent is my mere existence and it would be wise for you to dote upon it. Should one suffer from a daydream of defeating or offending thou; it best to awake and apologise to thy.
For I am by far your superior.
Vincent Nicolas ~ ☠ ~
Christ, where doeth I even commence my wording for this prat? Awfully fresh to the cirque’ howbeit accurate my sapience prevails. Evidently brought to life within an affluent, robust and pretentious household - deprived or denied of nothing. Be credulous this brat doest that his status pedestals him here. Ha, hilarious for his eminence here be equal to the jumble that drifts in the air. Prove, demonstrate and climb the ladder must he for any value – but has none does he, thus point is irreverent. The persona that engulfs the prat, ‘the spoilt-brat’ aura oozes off him - it drowns the air surrounding him and dawdles. Fly, fly, fly into the conk of all and down, down, down the throat and lingers in the lungs of all whom inhale it, producing biliousness. My compulsion greatens to rip this fallen one apart limb by limb. And thy will. Irrefutably cowardice runs flows through him – a most notable quitter, weakling.
He hath nil one good quality. He be a akin to a deformed, rapid werewolf whose sole intent be to destroy its own tail.
Arina Lécuyer ~ ☺ ~
Thou little gypsy lamb? Our first encounter ‘twas not at the carnival. Oh, no, no, no. At that time, in the past, survive she did, as a fortune teller in her cart, travelling around and around. Know now I do that she sees the crystal – dead, dead, dead she would be if her life depended on reading an accurate fortune. Anyhow, Attempted hoodwink upon me – faulty fortune. I saw, sharp eyes, observed the scam. Conversely the little gypsy slipped through my venomous hands before a lecture and more could be given. Her sagacity allows for her to detect dangerousness and gravity; mine in particular. Latch she does to things stronger than she, educated I am, through the carnival. Hoodwink upon Mr. Seil twice, I do believe – catch he will the next time round. Her time has drawn to an end twice with not enough souls. Though, here she stays – relish it I deem she. Like many, a home she has here and a family, accepting of her ways. On and off I find my approval of she. Though, a hand of mine shall never befall her. Many deem her a whore though I can say with all truth she shall spread a lie much fast and wider than she’ll spread her legs. Nevertheless her availability to the man renders her worthless and practically a piece of rubbish – in demand of a fresh pastime that comprises not the with schlong of a man.
Undoubtable the girl is a complete and utter blockhead and once must never ague with such a being for that idiot shall heave and yank you with all their might down to their equal and shall defeat one with their sheer stupidity – and Arina be rather practiced with such a thing. Oh certainly not against thy, merely observed many a case.
An amusement Arina is to me, without the need to slay or lay her down.
Soren Novák ~ ☠ ~
Pft, the self-regarding one with never-ending pride? Such an improper one. Though his self-importance may fetch him trouble. I advise not in sharing his dogma with me; I care not. I fret not over the little to-be demon, he is of no bother. Nauseating to my core, at times he does make me – believing himself more charismatic than I. Yes, yes factual it is that few have befallen his smile, but roll my eyes do, for I too wooed the same. Swaggering, halt her never will until he has what he desire. But even he know not. “Desire it all!” he proclaims. A waist of existence, my belief, is of he. Greed, hunger and self-indulgence will be his undoing. He knows not, why still residing at the carnival he is – another flaw of his persona.
In fact I do believe I look forward to our next encounter – we’ll see what he hurls in my direction.
Pachid Coyotas ~ ☺ ☺ ~
The spiritless character that stands as my superlative comrade? Towering levels of respect and value for him I have – in spite of the dejectedness of his character. Focused completely internally is Pachid’s primary mode of living – the opposed to thyself. Stimulate and kindle my appeal to him it does. My voice of reason – act he does as thy conscience. Believe many do that I, Andracos, not have a conscience, but oh, actually I do, I do – though rarely listen I do to my guide. Does not he, play my games with me. Never, not ever. Though it flows all the way through his breed from head to toe, exist not it does in his veins; violence that is. His birth-right it is, as a prowler of the night, but still does not subsist within him. Allurement it is for me, my opposite. He be an remarkable comrade and by thy side for time long. Encounter him itinerant, underfed, nameless and homeless and indubitably I Andracos adopted him. Vast mainstream of folks can surpass as cool; however plentiful run-through and dexterity one must have in order to be splendid and Pachid, well permit thy to announce his prodigious.
I shall defend his honour with every fibre of my being.
Stefan Bostock ~ ☠ ~
That overweening weasel! Narc! Stool pigeon squealer! Yearn and crave, crave, crave the tick and tock wheneth, I, Andracos can slice and chiv the throat of the rat. Further than snap his neck. I desire to viddy the red, red croovy gush and spurt similar to a brook down and through the earth. Daresay Stefan be crafty and devious – when it be, for truth and veracity – nil such a fact. A leech, clasp disdain doeth I for him alike countless for vampires. Suckle on every and all polly and jolly. The bloodsuckers species, vampires holdeth, greatly further modesty than he. Least I disremember the mongrel survives as a rabble-rouser – stirs the cauldron of trouble. Quotation “observe reactions” – pfft he shall observe my reaction upon my shaker clambering and penetrating his pharynx – gnarling and shredding until his tissue fill the underneath of my nails. The ridicule that he releases is eternally so wearisome.
I ought to pronounce that I shall not be held liable for wrenching his tongue out, crafting a noose and departing him whilst he hangs writhing for ventilation.
Reira Masin ~ ♥ ~
A week less, she has been at the carnival. Little, naive human. Wonder I do, if aware she is of what she is in for here. Noble, I admit, unlike the vast array of others, her motive for being here is. But enough of that, care not I do for the girl. Mortals are too cherished by I to toy with. Oh, ever so easy and stress-free it is to mislead them. To delude them and fabricate kindness – never does one observe the serpent that is right under their nose. And when they ever do, time has betrayed and too late it is for them to act against. Save her, I believe I will set aside she, for that moment in time future when in need I am of a swift and informal target to amuse me. Though slay her I will not. Alive, alive, alive I will keep this one, for have I will, an endless supply of an easy victim.
Ponder and deliberate for Andracos’ future needs I do – for deprivation shall not become of me.
Ty ~ ♥♥~
Arh, she whom is made of air, Miss Air? With illuminating eyes and the contrast of hair? Black and Blue! I desire to knowth exactly how laughter burst from her. I yearn to knowth what composes tears to swell in her blue, blue eyes. Give, give, give I will and do. A charming smile to ease her distress. Her knight in glistening armour will be I. My physic of tight muscle will waver she, my skin of colour ivory and mouth so alluring, curse me she will for it. Hair as sleek as the night itself and eyes a venomous yellow she will see not. And the time will cometh when braid our cells together do, like living thread. Heart of hers will crack open, craving to migrate and merge with mine – it will, it will. It always does, whenever I will it. But then a twist in fate, for I am the evil one; the antagonist to her tale that is life. Stare I will, ever so darkly, so avidly that nod will be her only movement. And after, a never-ending sleep will be her only wish. And never she will remove the thoughts, the whispers will coo in her mind and she will hear it in the breeze.
She shall question - did he rape my head too?
This ones, deserving beyond the regular pursuit, beyond the regular hunting – a game it is for me to woo and then destroy.
Imalia ~ ◑ ~
Arh – the outdated one of my kind. Yes, exist as beautiful I admit openly however her beauty be only skin deep for it does not reach her soul. Factual she is to her class; a perfect description. There be naught unique about her for all that is to be acknowledged can be read in any accurate book. Cousins our breeds exist, resulting in immunity from allurement. Candidly nil of a curiosity has, I, Andracos in any breed that does run parallel to my own – sirens. A thought struck my mind like lightening – perhaps Mr. Seil be a collector of sorts. Endeavouring to have contracted any and all species. Put past him such a thing I would not. Doubt highly do I that this siren of the sea shall full-fill her contract resulting in permanent ownership by the Wish Master.
Jing Lao ~ ◑ ~
Haha, the china man whom be oddly feminine? Exceptionally well mannered and I do prize that in such individuals. However, feel do I, Andracos, that this china man knows nothing behind tranquillity. And a pity it would be should one not feel the heat of true anger, to not embrace the touch of a lover and to not know the blues of sadness. An incomplete life that would be and feel I do, that be his life. Waste be that of a life. Pity really. Though title him with the adjective of ‘pretty’ which be few and far between. When doest thy eyes graze over such one subdue the itch and craving to strangle him. I know not the seed of such urge. The sound that snapping the neck off little man would please grandly I. Notion seed perhaps that of mere dislike. Unknown be it to thy otherwise.
Aside from said notion I have little to voice about little china man.
Elynne Meidre ~ ◑ ~
This leech! Species is practically a parasite. Tranquil and serene be her outward appearance, a lack of opinion within she. Bleed, bleed her eye sockets doeth with determination and purpose alas for what even she knows not. Her dearth of squabble be sound within a place like the carnival. As doest her graciousness – it be sagacious for a female here. Apathetic be she to practically all things and everything. A miserable manner survival frankly; disparateness be such a waste. Disbelieves in any form of pyramid - consequence with the conception that she herself has nil significance. Contribute zilch to civilization, she entitled to zilch in return – pitiable leech. Nonentity she survives, she be a miserable one. End the desolation one ought to and with swift.
Aurelianus “Antoine” Anterirois ~ ◑ ~
Arh, yes, the Angel Slayer – in limelight be his name and undeniably Andracos be impressed alas his this fool be drowning in internal conflict. Disgraceful be him for what demon clenches disdain for his natural ways. Embrace thou blood-traits! It be thou birth-right! Miserable be it to grieve over natural actions. Confliction should not befall him it be rather pitiful. Enthrallment over ‘Malignitas’ even withal the source of his extreme cognizance. Perchance comrades Angel Slayer and Andracos would have been, countless times in past tense wheneth he was one with his soul. Oh hunting perhaps we might have gone together; chase for the kill. Alas that be nil such an occurrence – merely be fanciful. Oh shame, shame, shame – pity, pity, pity. Aside his demonic abandonment thy clutches zilch animosity or rancour against thou. Nonbelligerent – at least at present time.
Believe doest I this Conflicted One may well make harmony with the scythe belongeth to The Seer; Pale Death. Do so, oh so afore his internal skirmish extirpates his soul; destroys him. Liberate him; save him the pain and suffering.
Llewelyn Rorch ~ ◑ ~
The male human; mortal. In all honesty find him rather feebleminded based off his desire. Doest retain silence for he disturbs none – least to witness thy. Seemingly his social capabilities and aptitudes be fairly damaged and impaired. Sensible be he, suspicious and wary with whom he trusts – it be wise whilst dwelling here. Fetch, fetch, fetch scorn shall his blood-line, in addition to his gender for sexism dwells prominently within this fair. Curiosity becomes of thy, can little mortal man hold his own? In proprietorship of charmed armament thus undeniably the means be there. Doest naught mean he be adept plenty for such a bauble. Rigid, my, my, my, lord, lord, lord – he be inflexible and unimpeachably in dire need of female attention.
Risqué one, Arina! Oh Arina! Services here be required.
Furthermore peanuts be thy attitude towards spoken one – suppose do I that cometh with existing as a human.
Angoriel ~ ☠ ~
That one? That Tartarus Angel… Oh how long do I to see his crimson gore flow like a dainty stream along the earth. His presence wraths me. Agitation by his mere name. Go back to your station Tartarus! Fly, fly in return to Urbaniel, whereth you belong – Tartarus slave. That all be he and his kind – slave. ‘Oh wo is thy for here only to wish freedom for my brothers and sisters.’ Make better use of the mutt thy believe our grand Wish Master should – guard, slave – whatever our hearts desire. 56 measly years he be here at our home and still in contract. But oh how great and grand he deems his abilities. Slay already and collect said number of souls and remove yourself from thy family for not wanted be you. Veritably one more disaccorded one – ha ha. Ought this one and Angel Slayer, Antoine unite and anchor a ceremony of tea and crumpets; Andracos shall be the Mad Hatter.
Why dost magnificent Andracos loath him so? Simple – because thy can.
Sarah Hiddle ~ ♥~
Oh, the alternative to Rosalina. The one that shall be subject to my ways? Yes, yes, yes.. Honesty in all, what need be I to blatantly declare that not be observable. Doest thou truly yearn to knoweth what I think about she angel? What I desire to ‘do’ to she angel? In good conscience Andracos would rather not voice solely due to the notion that ought thy to arise ramble and babble on, and on – resistance shall fail thy. Convert dialogue to doings. Mustn’t disremember the fact that the alpha here, The Wish Master, praises and prizes the divine, heavenly beings that be angels. Problematic that renders things.
“Jasi”, Blueberry Moon of the Jassesi Orchard ~ ♥◑ ♥…? ~
The blue-haired faerie… sigh, sigh, sigh. Essential you inquire of thou? … If answer is duty then.
Conflicted, is thy. Disharmonized in my mind’s eye. Why, questions thou? Why?... Well if inquisitiveness befalls you, so be it – be stunned and dazed not over its dark manner, for it ‘twas you whom asked the question and commanded an answer. Happen to be faeries do, as Andracos favourite and dearest species to play and make toy with, aside of course of angels. The greatest they are to hunt. The utmost pleasing they are to violate and abuse. And the absolute satisfying they are to slay and murder. Nevertheless my conflictions stems from Andracos’ repugnance for this particular faerie. Alas I desire not to contradict thyself for love, love, love to rip, rip, rip the wings off the back of faeries via hand and dagger. Relentlessly be rowdy and booming this Jasi. Wino and barfly I fancy she not. Contradictory I still yearn to chase it down, pin it and have thy way with it.
I knoweth not my plans this ones future. Eliminating the element of her wings for I shall keep them.
Genvieve L’Ame-Soeur ~ ☺ ~
Request attitude on She-wolf? Well firstly, knowth better do I than to hunt a hunter. Desire not I, she and nor she, I. Easier it makes it to befriend and indeed a friend she stands – least on thy end. For female she exists as far too dominate and that be extensively seating. Quite the harlot and vixen. High traits doest she possess – Chicanery, yes? Double-dealing. Guarding she be of her ‘sisters’. Rather surprised by her ‘madam’ status. Understandable that one had ought to embrace such a job. Admittedly genius in terms of soul collecting. Do such a job, why not? Specifically if one can manipulate others to heighten the emotion whilst she simply brands. Virtuoso.
A point about werewolves tis be, spend widely held of their time a trio of things – feeding, battling and reproducing. And there be no exception for this one sister. Merely tasteful in her ways this froglet.
Robin ~ ☺ ~
Oh! The undead one? Adorable she be with her tiny, moving dolls and pointers. Adore her company I shall openly admit. Annoyance not for her alterations within the presence of others – for she knows not how else to be. Moreover sometimes dead be better, yes? I mean, oh how grand be it with no prerequisite for passion, desires, aims – what a stress-free way of living. Nil and naught bothers her. Candidly voluminous can absorb much from here – learn to be less determined or conflicted parallel to she. Presume would I that fearless more would be around she, specifically wheneth their own existence be beastly and insidious compared to little undead Robin. Many a time, sort her aid, her stitching skills, Andracos has – for wounds, damaged clothes for those some various ‘pretty pollys’ be relatively intense. Never shame doest thy own in regards to seeking repair for mishandled faerie wings – slit ever-so-easy such things do and thy fancy them in faultless disorder, minus the faerie itself of course.
She be but a mere, little zombie – awe.. She be but another little toy for The Wish Master.
Jayce ~ ◑ /☺ ~
Temperamental thy find my approval of him. In point of fact and sure, merry and convivial be our time spent for championship we rival, the wooing of ‘pretty polly’s’. Unquestionably supremacy be of Andracos, and blow smoke and gloat I do for the trophy consistently be in my hands. Not often Andracos would be defeated in such a game. Uninspiring and quite humdrum he be from time to time. Hunt, the true game Andracos plays, together we could alas he agrees not with such a thing. Perhaps, in time, corruption shall befall him and claim a true comrade I shall. But at present time, that be not the case. Such a pity. Such a waste for immense amount of potential can be discovered within this Twilight manipulator – the reason I find my commendation of him regularly fluctuating.
