awe Silver
-hugs-
why would people hate you?
even if they do, people will get over it.
fuck em.
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STATUS: Illness is not an indulgence which you should pay for nor is it a crime for which you should be punished. 11 yrs ago
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Illness is not an indulgence which you should pay for nor is it a crime for which you should be punished.
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When you accidentally scream "RED BULL HEAL" to your xbox one kinect instead of IRON BULL HEAL...
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If you stand for nothing you will fall for anything.
11 yrs ago
playing PersonaQ: Shadow of the Labyrinth atlus.com/personaq
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Indefinite Hiatus. Apologies.
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bah ha ha. that is hilarious.
i love it. ^^
& Silver I got your pm but by that time there were already three of your posts already.
i love it. ^^
& Silver I got your pm but by that time there were already three of your posts already.
it's not anyone's fault for the quadrupedal posts.
the site bugged & shut down.
i am working on my post but should I portray the authorities?
I don't want to overstep my boundaries as i am relatively new at this group rp deal. ><'
the site bugged & shut down.
i am working on my post but should I portray the authorities?
I don't want to overstep my boundaries as i am relatively new at this group rp deal. ><'
Sorry if this double posts. I am having problems with the website on my half.
hello everyone!
I submitted my cs to Dizzy then posted in both the cs ooc and in the ic.
hello everyone!
I submitted my cs to Dizzy then posted in both the cs ooc and in the ic.
Sirenia St. Claire
“Hi everyone. As you can see my stylist is getting me ready to head out to a charity event. I’ll try and get a bunch of pictures for you guys because I am sure many of your icons will be joining! You can thank me by leaving your sweet or dirty comments below and continuing to stalk me on my sites. Much love bitches, bye!” Sirenia blew a kiss to the webcam and had her assistant sign out of the online account.
Most of her raunchy behavior was simply an act though she had nearly forgotten what her real personality was truly like. She joked that acting would be her next endeavor though she could not imagine adding that to her plate, and her heart was not in that line of work anyway. It was bad enough that her band Torn Asunder was taking some time to find their muse again but she was ever thankful to modeling and social networking sites that kept her afloat. Perhaps every celebrity hit this road block every now and then, beginning to question what the hell they are going to do next…and why? Sirenia loudly groaned in frustration while her hair stylist added the finishing touches to her volumes of hair, and her makeup artist dabbed on some last minuet mascara.
“You’re ready babe.” Rebecca her assistant for occasions such as this confirmed, and handed her a shot glass filled to the brim with potent alcohol. They both raised their glasses sarcastically and downed them before placing the frosted glasses on an end table. They walked down the see through steps and out through the glass double doors where a black Rolls Royce limousine awaited, both females parted ways with a hug. The top of the line security system was instantly activated for the property as the car passed through the long driveway and out through the gated community.
Upon arrival the chauffeur shooed away the valet service and opened the door since he was already attending to St. Claire’s destination needs. Instantly flashes proceeded to blind the curled red and black haired woman as she stepped out of the car and waved. Taking a moment to pose for the paparazzi in her long black latex dress, which received both negative and positive remarks. These negative reviews would inevitably be voiced over the internet and magazines the following morning no doubt but she did not read up about herself. That would be a one way ticket into self-doubt and alcoholism...though some would say she was headed toward already, and she had no time for rehab or a therapist. Before heading inside she stuck out her pierced tongue and playfully gave the finger…though no one was the wiser to know if she meant it or not.
Black platform heels strolled into the massive yet elegant space resembling a ball room where she immediately saw faces she recognized. A few came over to greet her, and they exchanged petty conversation before she excused herself to grab a vodka straight up at the elongated bar. A server stopped Sirenia midway asking if she would like a drink. Instead she anxiously asked if he could find her seat, and retrieve her when the time came to sit. He laughed and nodded while she finally made way to the bar and ordered a drink. Vibrant hazel eyes scanned the environment before the drink was prepared, and she took it with a wink and nearly finished the beverage in one gulp.
“You look absolutely enthralled to be here.” She said to the woman gazing haphazardly at her cell phone. Sirenia recognized her from a music video that had played at a club she sometimes visited. Since Rap was not her genre she did not know nearly anything else about her. “Thank god for the bar right? What the hell would us girls do without it?” She brought the glass to her crimson colored lips to finish the drink, and asked for one more…for the road—or back to her table should the man ever find it.
“Hi everyone. As you can see my stylist is getting me ready to head out to a charity event. I’ll try and get a bunch of pictures for you guys because I am sure many of your icons will be joining! You can thank me by leaving your sweet or dirty comments below and continuing to stalk me on my sites. Much love bitches, bye!” Sirenia blew a kiss to the webcam and had her assistant sign out of the online account.
Most of her raunchy behavior was simply an act though she had nearly forgotten what her real personality was truly like. She joked that acting would be her next endeavor though she could not imagine adding that to her plate, and her heart was not in that line of work anyway. It was bad enough that her band Torn Asunder was taking some time to find their muse again but she was ever thankful to modeling and social networking sites that kept her afloat. Perhaps every celebrity hit this road block every now and then, beginning to question what the hell they are going to do next…and why? Sirenia loudly groaned in frustration while her hair stylist added the finishing touches to her volumes of hair, and her makeup artist dabbed on some last minuet mascara.
“You’re ready babe.” Rebecca her assistant for occasions such as this confirmed, and handed her a shot glass filled to the brim with potent alcohol. They both raised their glasses sarcastically and downed them before placing the frosted glasses on an end table. They walked down the see through steps and out through the glass double doors where a black Rolls Royce limousine awaited, both females parted ways with a hug. The top of the line security system was instantly activated for the property as the car passed through the long driveway and out through the gated community.
Upon arrival the chauffeur shooed away the valet service and opened the door since he was already attending to St. Claire’s destination needs. Instantly flashes proceeded to blind the curled red and black haired woman as she stepped out of the car and waved. Taking a moment to pose for the paparazzi in her long black latex dress, which received both negative and positive remarks. These negative reviews would inevitably be voiced over the internet and magazines the following morning no doubt but she did not read up about herself. That would be a one way ticket into self-doubt and alcoholism...though some would say she was headed toward already, and she had no time for rehab or a therapist. Before heading inside she stuck out her pierced tongue and playfully gave the finger…though no one was the wiser to know if she meant it or not.
Black platform heels strolled into the massive yet elegant space resembling a ball room where she immediately saw faces she recognized. A few came over to greet her, and they exchanged petty conversation before she excused herself to grab a vodka straight up at the elongated bar. A server stopped Sirenia midway asking if she would like a drink. Instead she anxiously asked if he could find her seat, and retrieve her when the time came to sit. He laughed and nodded while she finally made way to the bar and ordered a drink. Vibrant hazel eyes scanned the environment before the drink was prepared, and she took it with a wink and nearly finished the beverage in one gulp.
“You look absolutely enthralled to be here.” She said to the woman gazing haphazardly at her cell phone. Sirenia recognized her from a music video that had played at a club she sometimes visited. Since Rap was not her genre she did not know nearly anything else about her. “Thank god for the bar right? What the hell would us girls do without it?” She brought the glass to her crimson colored lips to finish the drink, and asked for one more…for the road—or back to her table should the man ever find it.
A soft voice barely audible over the towering flames which nearly screamed with rage interrupted but as the mysterious being approached Lumen remained calm. As peculiar as it was the pink haired elf did not appear surprised that another had taken notice and decided to view the display. She did not cast turquoise tinted eyes toward the woman until she was within arm’s length, and only then noticed the petite lady in onyx’s race. A half-elf. Only a couple of years ago Lumen would have arched a brow in disgust for being addressed by any non-elf. Time had indeed changed and though she put trust in few she did not mind the company of others anymore.
The lightly armored elf nodded before responding with a curt tone. “I do. This symbol of haltered is almost too intense to smother--unfortunately it would be in the best interest to extinguish the flames before they reach either the forest or town.” After a brief second of realizing how crude it would be to leave the dwelling to perish she sighed. "Very well then..." She added pointedly.
A hand raised the intertwined branches fashioning the wooden staff high into the air. The item remained for a moment building momentum for the spell to charge before she shouted ”Downpour” at the rapidly enveloped building. Bountiful amounts of water began drenching down the crevices of the temple, and pretty soon the fire’s cry was replaced by a waterfall of crystal water. Heat which reached out for their faces and threatened to burn them should they near began to cool down, and eventually quell. Twice in one night she had already used Thauma to aid people who she owed nothing to, and was left feeling unsettled about these decisions and the uncertainty of their outcome.
Quote: “I am simply a fantasy. Everything you think I am is a disappointing lie." –Sirenia St. Claire being blunt on how it feels to be named one of alternative cultures most sought after influences.
Name: Vivian Fey [No one calls her this]
Nicknames: Sirenia St. Claire
Age: 27
Place of Birth: Des Moines, Iowa
Occupation: Alternative Model turned lead singer
Personality/History: Grew up very fast being the middle child in a family of four brothers and two sisters. Due to their father’s political job they relocated numerous times and were often home-schooled. New York was her father’s go to location but her mother loved their little vacations in Maine. They would oftentimes split the family into two and a couple would tag along on his business ventures. One day Vivian was scouted at the age of 14 while shopping for coats in Lower Manhattan. Parents agreed to let her sign onto Ford Models and she moved there while her family went back home to Des Moines.
Joy quickly turned stale with the start of this strict lifestyle. She was situated into a tiny not so glamorous studio apartment having to watch her weight, and be careful not to get bruised or cut--basically resembling a porcelain doll and she hated it. The first year home sickness and boredom set in and the second year she started to rebel by piercing her navel at 16 but was threatened with a lawsuit if not removed. Heeding advice from an elite model she saved up her lucrative paychecks, finished her contract, and bolted. Having met many interesting people on her travels all over the world but a guy she had modeled with in France came to mind.
He had recently wandered back home to Norway and she discussed moving in with him. He was 21 at the time while she was still only 16. She bought a first class ticket and ended up living with him. He got her into the world of Norwegian black metal and had already retired from modeling. His band The Lie Inside was already up and coming and she sang a couple choruses for their upcoming album Discover Obscenity. The album soared on the charts and they were soon signed while she tagged along.
Their name gradually gained popularity and other bands as well as fans began noticing them more and more. Vivian stuck out among the chaos at the time as a bright eyed blond angel and was asked by the lead singer of Obsidian Machina to be in a music video called Restrain. After that music video her phone did not stop ringing as floods of agencies were asking her to sign contracts to model again. This time she was being requested by alternative agencies where body modification was encouraged, and she dove in head first down a provocative path.
By 18 she had modeled in her first nude “artistic” spread in an alternative magazine called Nox Infernus. Modeling was fine but she really felt destined to sing. She met and started dating Michael McNeiland the lead singer of a death metal band called Tartarus who signed her on his record company Forsaken Deity before she even had a full band put together. This caused quite a scandal and her singing career staggered before it took off because of this. Eventually all was forgiven though she was not particularly a favorite artist due to her controversial history though others followed her band Torn Asunder especially because of it.
Many think of her as a party girl and that she will end up in rehab like most celebrities often do. The media was surprised to hear that she broke up with Michael McNeiland of Tartarus because of his addictions, and they began to look at her in a different light. Not one to shy away from a scandal though it does get tiring having faults broadcast in the limelight. She decided to take a break from New York for a while and see what Hollywood has to offer though remaining quite busy with side projects to this day.
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Decided to purchase a main home in Hollywood Road though she knows she does not belong there, and take a break from catty New York for a while.
The Blue Sylph said Hmmm so, so far we're all meeting by chance? May have my girl then run into Lumen if that's alright.
Yay! ^^
& yeah, I think it's probably like destiny or fate for everyone meeting maybe.
This forest resembled a maze one had to carefully navigate through in fear of accidentally losing their way. The sprightly elf knew these identical timbers like the back of her hand since spending nearly every waking minuet living in them. Her agile body leaped over and ducked under low bearing branches and vine like roots till eventually reaching the final clearing of trees. Blades of grass spanned a vast open pathway to the tiny Izumo village resting soundly. In the horizon smoke bellowed upward from an ancient temple painting the sky with flecks of burning ash. It was a wonder no one seemed to notice this event but like Mathias had stated a curfew system was currently in place here.
Lumen remained cautious unsure of what to expect from the village for she had never paid a visit to this place during the nighttime hours. Thinking it unwise to simply walk through the center road and along the traditional style houses made of bamboo, the nearly camouflaged elf remained along the outskirts of the forest. She progressed as stealthily as one could with a towering wooden staff and inched closer to the location of the burning shrine. She finally found the opportunity to sprint toward the clear land while avoiding the lax patrol where the Sect stood ablaze. Upon arrival the roaring flames seemed to surround and disorient her even from standing a fair enough distance away. No signs of life seemed to struggle or scream from inside the dwelling so far or perhaps she simply did not make it in time.
Was this a declaration of war?
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