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![]() Everything is silent in your maze of alleyways. The night surrounds you and no one is around - or so you think. The wind swishes by once and only once leaving a figure in its place. There's a... a girl? She's just standing there, in the center of the street, blocking your immediate exit. It's hard to make her out as she is only illuminated by the moonlight. You squint and you peer, but she makes no movement. Finally, as if coming to life, she takes a step into the light, and you make out her clothing. A dress is all you can tell from her, pitch black like its surroundings. The girl raises her head up - suddenly, the most beautiful green eyes are watcing you. Those green eyes staring at you... curious, hungry, terrifying. Fearing for your life, as you should, you start to make a run through the other alleyways, not caring where you are going but just trying to get away from her. You don't notice until your pinned to the wall that knives were even thrown at you, but they were. You can feel the blood trickle from your head where it thumped against a wall. You try and struggle, but now, it's too late. She's coming closer... and closer... Finally making it to where you are, she removes the daggers from your sleeves, pushes your back to the wall, and takes your face in her hands. Those eyes again... those eyes... you can't resist those eyes. Your losing your will... you want to do what those eyes say. Yes, yes, anything for those eyes. Stay with me, angel eyes. I'll do anything for you. Anything in the world... Description: Mira is an extremely beautiful girl. Some would say she is too beautiful, too unbelievable for a human, and what isn't normal scares those around her, making her hard to look at. It's terrifying, her face. In its complete perfection, it's hard to look at and hard to accept as normal, leading people to become terrified of her, even with a first glance. Mira's full red lips look as if they were painted in blood, contrasting harshly against her snow-white skin. She enjoys keeping herself pale, again, too pale, bringing an umbrella and gloves whenever she ventures out into the sun, if the opportunity presents itself. Her skin is like porcelain of a ghost: haunting, really. Mira's face shape is something people don't notice about her, as they are too concerned over her features. She has a thin, circular head, with blunt bangs going straight across her forehead, drawing attention to her unbelievably high cheekbones – so high and so sharp it looks as if she were cut straight from ice. Mira is deadly quick, agile, and has the slender body, perfect for fighting and staying undetected when need be. Her chest is small, her feet dainty, and her fingers long and thin, giving her the advantage to do a few less then honorable things such as picking locks. Her eyes though, are what people are drawn to, more than anything else. They are large, dark, green, grey eyes that are so piercing it's shocking to take them in. Those eyes look as if they are peering into your soul, seeing your deepest thoughts and feelings, finding your true intentions. |
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