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Bio


The name's "Angel", "Rae", or "Marya", whichever seems fit, and I have been roleplaying for six years.
In Eastern timezone, even though I am full-American, my Polish, Irish, and German family roots can be a good reason why I mysteriously speak in European accents.
Or it could be that I would watch way too many British channels 😋
Anyway, I am a twenty-year-old college sophomore, seeking a degree in Web and Digital Media!
I have a very creative mind, but I can't seem to draw my ideas on a piece of paper. 😋
Instead, I mostly express my ideas through writing and graphic designing on my laptop or cellphone.

I must warn you: When it comes to fandoms, I tend to be a little preoccupied with the ones I'm already into. Be aware that I will not easily adapt to new fandoms; if I lose interest in a story within play, I may either have a short-term writer's block, or feel that I'd highly recommend a new story that'll keep me strongly interested. So, bear with me if I ever reject an unfamiliar idea, or suddenly suggest a new one. If it doesn't attract my interest, I might not be swayed into any kind of idea you have in store, unfortunately.

Anyway, onto my Hobbies and Interests.....
I love Music very badly. Music is my life(-line)! It also helps me think better, including anything that is upbeat and can help me feel into it. Those include:
ALTERNATIVE-METAL/ROCK
(Skillet, Halestorm, TEAMHEADKICK, Falconshield, Amaranthe, etc.)
DANCE-POP
(Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, Little Mix, Demi Lovato, etc.)
HIP-HOP/RAP
(Nicki Minaj, FabvL, Iggy Azalea, JT Machinima, etc.)

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"Before I answer that, answer this: Why so desperate to retrieve that girl?", she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Who is she to you?", it was a curious question, and all she needed was a reason. Plus, she needed to know. "What's your name?", she then asked, finding herself staring.

After hearing it, it slowly came to her, and somehow, she felt as if she had heard it from somewhere. The brunette found herself making a half-smirk. "Short for William, is it not?", she asked, becoming a little impressed. "A good, strong name for a young man", she nodded at the thought before making a frown. He will take that as a compliment, no doubt. But she will most definitely wonder on why he came so persistent on rescuing this damsel. However, upon hearing his offer, she continued to narrow, almost to see if he was being true to his word.

"Well then, Mister Turner, my mind’s been made up. Just how do you plan on releasing me?", Vivienne then wondered if he had a plan, giving herself leverage on standing, though she made the same wince to the injury from yesterday. If she considered, this young man would be useful on the contrary, and he might even be worth sparing.

“My name is Vivienne Black", she introduced herself in a soft yet respectful manner, feeling comfortable with calling him by his first name. "This task will not be easy, and therefore, you will listen to me at all times. In return, you, and Miss Abigail, will walk away safely, and unharmed. Do we have a deal?", the brunette reached out her hand through the bars, waiting patiently for him to seal it.
“As one with wings, myself, I would highly recommend her not to fly for a while, which would be just about right, in order for them to start healing”, Tooth informed, just as she about finished wrapping the wing. “Now, I don’t know how long, but I can only say, for about a while”, she added, as she finished tying the appendage off.

Snow looked at the agony in the young woman’s eyes, and kept her hands gently on the angel’s head. “How can we do that?”, she almost whispered, soothingly. She wanted to know how.
To hear her friends call for them, Snow slowly released herself from Jack’s embrace, looking at Jack once more and, taking his hand, she walked to the other room, only to see the angel writhing on the table. Hearing Skellington and North, Snow walked towards the angel, and gently place her hands on the sides of the young woman’s head, as well as her forehead, allowing her cold aura cool the individual down, and keep her calm.

“Apart from all of the interesting characters we’ve seen throughout the years, I can’t say that we have ever seen an angel before”, she commented. “She was being attacked by some kind of creature we have never encountered before. My first thought was Pitch”.
Minerva Malfoy






Ever since their simultaneous birth, Minerva had been sticking to Draco by the hip, with the exception of his time in Hogwarts at a young age, while she went to a 'Pure-Blood' School for Girls up in London for most of her youth. However, even though she was an extremely talented student, her parents decided that the longer she was away, the more distant she might become from her true purpose: Becoming a Death-Eater; so she had to drop out at thirteen, and be homeschooled by Narcissa, until this day.

After learning that she and Draco were to be chosen by the Dark Lord, Minerva had to admit that she slightly hesitated to agree. However, the safety of her family became involved, and at that point, there had to be a time where she had to choose: Stick to the plan, and let her family be spared, or hang them by a thread in the wrath of Lord Voldemort. She heard of the many things that the dark entity has inflicted, and the pain of receiving the Mark left her unsettled.

She wondered if recieving it made her become a burden to the world, or if signified her as someone to despise or fear. This didn't mean she didn't disrespect her family's choices; she just couldn't agree that there couldn't be any Muggles. They're people, not traitors; humans, basically. It's just pure terrorism that these Death-Eaters perform. The worst part, is what does it matter whether they live in a world that plays as home for all blood statuses, and erraticate them?

Holding her twin brother's hand, Minerva kept herself somewhat composed. “Apart from being away from father, I try to eat, sleep, and breathe”, she responded in her soft voice. Like the naturality of twins, he and Minerva were instinctively (and compulsively, in Draco’s case) close, emotionally and, unknown to everybody else, quite physically. “What about you?”, she asked him, in return. Having to be extremely protective of his sister, it was no surprise to Minerva and, truthfully, she didn't refuse any of his advances.

As far as their parents are concerned, they've only seen the pair hold hands, but when they turned sixteen, the rest was confidential. Suspicions were clear, but the twins were extremely careful in hiding their little secret, as much as they are in hiding their Marks. In other words, Lucius and Narcissa knew nothing.
Snow fell into Jack Frost’s embrace until she heard Skellington’s presence reappear before them, once again. That one thought continued to repeat itself, as it also triggered a memory. ’Jack, I’m scared’, she still remembered that day. The day when Jack fell. The last time she ever saw him alive. He was a Guardian to her; now, she will be a Guardian to him, as well as all of them. She wasn’t named Guardian of Companionship for nothing. For that, her loyalty and warm heart were her more-major traits. It made her wipe another tear from her face, and give a quiet sniffle. “She’s strong; I know inner strength when I see it”.

“We’ll get back to them. Don’t worry”, Tooth reassured her, as she tended to the wounds of the angel’s wing.
Snow melted into her brother’s embrace, relieved to be in his arms. She adored children; she couldn’t allow this kind of fate to be bestowed upon them. Tooth flew in, along with North, who took the angel from Skellington’s arms, and take her to another room to tend to her being.

“We’re fine. The children; the ones who are suffering in sickness...I fear they will die, if we don’t act”, she sadly told him. It was her one true fear; not being able to help them, as much as help them believe. It was a thought too much to bear, causing a stray tear to fall from one of her blue eyes.
Snow heard Skellington, but wasn’t able to acknowledge him right away, as she thought about the state that all of the children are now currently in. “R-Right”, she stuttered on her words, before flinching, drawing her hand back once the angel warmed her about what the ooze could do. When you’re sick, there would be an outcome whether if you will survive or not...and that scares her. Standing back up to her full height, her staff glowed, allowing the wind to pick up the skeleton and the angel, and carry them back to Snata’s Workshop.

There, she had to search for her brother. Snow needed him, in these times of comfort. “Jack! Jack?”, she called out to him, which only made her recall the many memories she had with him, growing up, before his death; where he saved her. Jack and his many tricks; he made her laugh and smile. “Jackson Frost?!”
“Nice hit, Skellington”, Snow complimented the tall skeleton with a grin before turning her attention to the angel, to whom she showed a frown towards, when she began to explain what kind of assailant they just defeated. Gripping her staff, along with her long, white hair following her movements, the female winter spirit walked towards one of the shattered pieces of iced-ooze. Almost in curiousity, she reached out to touch it, having to feel the cold aura radiating off the ice.

“What is this?”, she wondered, thinking aloud. “How are making the children sick?”, she asked, sounding innocently sad. Snow wanted to know who would give such a fate to children. “Were they...dying?”, she asked the angel.
Carefully descending to the ground, Snow quickly approached the wounded individual. Comparing the two of them, the white-haired girl would be slightly shorter than this young woman. She put a reassuring hand on the other’s shoulder before turning to Skellington, once she heard him. Smiling at the suggestion, she sent a blast of ice towards the creature, at the same time that her best friend attacked.
Does he mean for both of them to finish the monster? Or...?
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