Rusalka

Descendants Reform School

@Demonic Angel"Go shave your legs, tranny!" <.<

I concur. -___-* *sticks Evelyn in a cage and throws a sheet over it*

Descendants Reform School

@Demonic AngelIt could be she just hides her scars like Evelyn. I mean he! I MEAN HE! OH GAWD!! *thrown into a fire by Axel*

"Hmph! Why don't I rip your pathetic mortal soul from your body and drag you into the fiery abyss, where you'll burn for all eternity in everlasting torment and misery? I warned you once about calling me a lizard, you pretend pirate!"

Descendants Reform School

@Demonic Angel Eh...maybe. XD

"Ever hear the old phrase you can put lipstick on a pig but it's still a pig? You can call yourself a man all you want twinkle toes, but under all that fake masculinity is nothing more than a scared and mentally damaged little girl who thinks playing dress up will make her tough. Please, it just makes you look desperate."

Descendants Reform School

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She'd only ask for a sample of their power, a small amount, making them only slightly weaker, and expand upon that little sample. I was kind of thinking that Lorane could become a major villain, using all the characters' powers against them, so they'd have to actually work together to defeat her...if that's okay with y'all.

@Framing A Moose

*hides the Lorev sign behind their back* Uhh....yeah sure! Sounds great! ^o^

@Framing A Moose Axel working with Evie and Jordan
Axel: No way I am going to work with that lizard or fly boy!

@Demonic Angel

"Like I'd want to work with you either Captain Cross-dresser!" <.<

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

It had felt like....well, actually it had been a long time since she saw a bed, let alone a nice room such as this.

She was soon settled into the cozy abode, sitting cross legged and barefoot at the foot of the bed, her beat up acoustic sitting in her lap. She strummed her guitar softly with her pick, her fingers gracefully moving up the frets and playing every chord precisely, closing her eyes and singing to herself, letting the music take her...elsewhere...

"Your sorry eyes
They cut through the bone
They make it hard
To leave you alone...

Leave you here
Wearing your wounds
Waving your guns
At somebody new...

Baby you're lost
Baby you're lost
Baby you're a lost cause.

I'm tired of fighting, yeah
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause..."

And with a last, resonating strum of the strings, her last lyric sung, she sighed and set her guitar aside.

Becoming a God

~"Close your eyes. All will be well. Relinquish your pain, and dance with me in Hell."~



Elysia Narazeth Azrael


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Elysia has a fairly slender build but with some curve and definition to her. Her long black hair flows down her backside and shimmers in the sunlight like the plumage of a raven while her eyes are like glowing amethyst. She never wears bright colors either, often wearing black clothes and silver jewelry with common macabre motifs such as skulls or crosses. Her most notable piece of jewelry is the black laced choker around her neck with a broach resembling a skull in the midst of a blossoming rose.


Often dark and brooding, Elysia is usually quiet, either reading a book or staring off into space, but when she does decide to open her mouth, may find that she is very soft spoken, serene, and humble despite her foreboding nature. She is also quite flirty at times, especially with other girls. She cares for others and does what's necessary to help those in need, but when angered, her personality shifts and she becomes cold, relentless, and even violent. Cold and somewhat distant, she never wishes to speak to anyone unless they speak to her. She is willing to carry a conversation, but most of the time, she tends to avoid others for reasons unknown. Rarely will Elysia smile or reveal any outward emotions either, often keeping whatever she thinks or feels hidden behind her taciturn facial expression. It is difficult to understand what she is thinking due to her rarely showing any outward emotion. Her lack of expression also makes her more mysterious and unpredictable.


The Goddess of Death and the Afterlife





A black raven


Elysia is not meant to be worshiped, but feared. However there are those who would revere Death as their god, usually those who would have some sort of affiliations with death such as morticians and grave keepers. And there are those nefarious types such as murderers and assassins who would kill in her name.

Shadow Manipulation, Psychic Abilities such as telepathy and seeing into the future, usually concerning the death of the person she touches, Soul Leeching (the ability to drain the life out of her victim just by touch)


-Two of Elysia's favorite hobbies are reading and playing the violin. She's an exceptional musician who enjoys music from the classical period, the works of Bach, Vivaldi, and Chopin, not to mention gothic rock and metal bands like Evanescence, Nightwish, and Lacuna Coil. She even enjoys just listening to music when she isn't busy with anything. Her favorite books are usually in the genre of gothic horror, some of her favorite works involving dark, suspenseful, and often tragic tales of love, obsession, insanity, and of course death.

-Due to traumatic events in her past, Elysia has trouble sleeping alot of times, suffering from horrible nightmares and even on some accounts waking up screaming in this bizarre and disturbing language. She never likes to sleep alone either and will insist that someone sleeps in the same bed as her if she shares a room with them.


Normal Theme - Sing to Me Sweetly as I Drift to Eternal Rest
Battle Theme - Dance with Me in the Throes of Perdition and Hell

Go through the Alphabet before someone posts a My Little Pony Picture

(A)aron pleasures himself to ponies. <.<

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@timelord1101

Alex, she liked than name. It fit the girl nicely, though what Alex said before about Dorian kinda disheartened her a little. Who knows, maybe Alex was into guys and girls.

"Nice to meet you too." Liz said with a genuine smile before turning to choose her room. The third door down the hall seemed a considerable pick as it was further off from the other rooms. Liz just enjoyed her peace and quiet; she wouldn't be able to write such good music if there was so much noise everywhere. It struck her as odd too how tranquil this place was, not like your typical roadhouse with burly bearded bikers fighting and breaking bottles, ear-hemmoragingly awful honky tonk blaring out of some old ass jukebox, and sleazy whores trying to get into your pants all the time. No, in fact, it felt as if she were in another dimension, but one where she felt at ease with herself.

Opening the door slowly revealed to her the chosen room. Wow, this place was pretty nice for a tavern. The bed looked comfortable and not like a ratty piece of shit and the air even smelled clean. "Nice pad." She wasted no time flopping down in the bed face first, a sigh of relief exhaled with a jovial smirk, "Ahhh....this is so much better than sleeping on dirt." Though she was used to sleeping on dirt, and concrete, and hay oddly enough when she was sleeping in some abandoned barn in the desert.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@timelord1101

"Huh, sounds like a weird guy." Liz mumbled, again keeping her wandering eyes and thoughts at bay. As the girl's hips, like the curves of Venus, swayed in front of her, it took all Liz had to pry her eyes away. Dammit if she wasn't such a tease.

"Oh um, it's Liz. She answered, an evident blush to her cheeks.

Your Top Ten Favorite Movies of All Time

@Fabricant451 Ahh our resident cinema addict! ^___^ I will say that is a very classy list you got there.