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Best viewed at 1024x768.  Introduction Threads... Threads bind all together in this world of pain... Through these eyes you shall see the realm of the fallen. Pity those who no longer hold the choice of life... or death. 
A fallen seraph runs wildly through the swamp wood in search of sanctuary. Her wings broken and her body bruised, one can only wonder what misery she lives. Cross stitches cover her flamed kissed skin, binding her holy vessel to this wretched soil by means of dark magic. A bolt of lightning shoots through the trees from the depths of the shadows, striking this once majestic creature to the ground. She screams in agony to the sky, begging for answers from the heavens, but... like many times before, none came. A hand reached out, gripping a large chuck of her hair tightly. She reels back, a piercing sting running down her spine and throughout her abused body. What do you think you're doing?!" shouted an aggravated male voice that echoed through the willow snags. Namu, release me..." demanded the seraph through tears in a broken voice. You just don't seem to understand, do you, RedHelix?" said the male voice with a laugh. "So long as I possess your Seraph's spirit within the Fire Eyrie plushie... I OWN YOU!!" Her tear streaked face winced as this terrorizing male voice shook her violently by her hair, then proceeded to drag her battered body back into the shadows. Mighty Siren of the Flame," chuckled the voice. "You're pathetic!" She looks to the sky again, her stare so blank and empty... it was almost like she was dead inside... A whispered escaped her frail lips as tears flowed from her eyes. Picked up by the wind, it echoed through the deafening silence of the wood. Release me..." About Me Welcome stranger, my name is RedHelix and I'm a fallen seraph; siren of the flame, but please... call me Red. I am a fire Eyrie, with wings, paws, and pelt kissed by the flames themselves. If you haven't noticed I am of the fairest gender; female for those who don't quite understand. My height is 5 feet 7 inches with a wing span of 5 feet. Please, do not ask me for my age, for I am ageless as all angels are... We'll just say that I'm older then I look for now.  I was born and raised in the Land of Divine: a great island that lay hidden among the rolling clouds high in the sky; much like Faerieland. This is where the Seraphs lived, angels we were; all of us. Even those born without wings could ride the breeze with the best of them. Here I learned to be a siren, who is a powerful member of the warrior class; here I learned to defend my homeland with my most prized blessing: my voice.
Under the watchful eye of my mentor I learned to enhance my singing abilities, gaining control over the element fire and heat as well as my combat capabilities at a very young age. For years I fought side by side with my brothers and opened my voice to sing with my sisters; staining my hands with the blood of our fallen enemies. But... It was not the life I wanted. I did not want to kill and I did not want to use my blessings for ill content. So I made a deal with  Namu: a powerful warlock and poison to Seraphs way of life; if I were to surrender my Seraph's spirit I would be free. Free to make my own choices in life... Free... But no, I was deceived; Namu seized my Seraph's spirit and imprisoned it within a doll. The doll is wicked, it is, sown together with evil magic; with this doll and my Seraph's spirit within Namu controlled me...
...And still does to this very day. The doll and I are linked to each other in every way, making my skin resemble it's own. Cross stitching traces its way up and down my body, holding torn and bruised flesh together; binding me to my horror forever. Loppy Floppy the Spotted Hopso 
This is Loppy Floppy the spotted Hopso and my dearest friend. She goes by the names Loppy, Floppy, or both depending on how naughty she's been. This sweet little creature was the first to befriend me... Even when she was aware of the dangers that came from knowing me, she still insisted on being by my side. Gentle and sometimes over companionate, she loves to play with her Neonip Critter and glomp random people she just happenes to meet. Loppy also has a strange oral fixation on bitting other creatures' ears. I've never been able to understand it myself, but I suppose it's a way for her to bond with whoever she should happen to meet. All that aside Loppy has a glorious aura, proof that there is more then pain in this realm that I am forced to live... Family Though I may have been torn from my blood brothers and sisters in the Land of Devine I have been able to find those who would risk life and death to call me their sister. True, even though we may not have come from the same birth mother I'd rather have these wondrous people at my side then anyone else.  Lady Fire - Always a friend first and a land lady second; she's the one that owns the Neohome that we all live in on Mystery Island and has allowed me and Loppy Floppy to stay with them. An artist and a writer she's always looking for new things to create and share with the world.
 Blue - Ah Blue, think you're untouchable; don't you? A smart mouth, mischievous checkered Gelert with a taste for female company. One of these days Blue, you're gonna get caught; don't worry, I won't tell.
 Green - Green is our residential Voodoo priestess; she likes to help those in need of a spiritual medium or healing. Her aura glows green like her eyes, leaving a mysterious omen in her wake.
 LT - The wind master, for a long time LT was a powerful warrior in the Faerie Queen's army, but a tragic mistake was made costing him to lose is one true love. After many years of wandering the planet he met up with Lady Fire who then put him in charge of raising us.
 Pounce - Such an adorable little Kougra cub who wishes to be a ninja. Almost as mischievous as Blue (who I might add she looks up to) Pounce likes to get into fights with strangest characters this side of Neopia; her bark is bigger then her bite though... Don't tell her I said that.
Friends I do not have many friends outside my family, but I wish to make more.... If only Namu would let me... Klofen - Klofen is a wonderful, brave, caring person who has made it his mission to free me from my slavery... and is the only man who can set my soul afire; even though Namu may control my body, he cannot control my heart. For this very reason he despises my love with every fiber of his being. Namu will need more then unbridled hate to stop Klofen, one day we will be together. http://jadephoenix.org/firepixie/Red_Klofen_RP.htm Of Sirens and Seraphs I'm sure you're all curious as to what exactly is a Siren and a Seraph; well, in this section both are explained in detail. Please note that all information in this section has been placed here purely for educational purposes only. Seraphim (or Seraphs) were divine creatures from the Old Testament, associated with the Cherubim, and later taken to be angels. The root of Seraphim comes either from the Hebrew verb saraph ('to burn') or the Hebrew noun saraph (a fiery, flying serpent). Because the term appears several times with reference to the serpents encountered in the wilderness (Num. 21.8, Deut. 8.15; Isa. 14.29; 30.6), it has often been understood to refer to "fiery serpents."  From this it has also often been proposed that the seraphim were serpentine in form and in some sense "fiery" creatures or associated with fire.
It is said that whoever lays eyes on a Seraph, he would instantly be incinerated due to the immense brightness of the Seraph. They are described as very tall, with six wings and four heads, one for of the cardinal directions. One pair of wings are for flying, one for covering their eyes (for even they may not look directly at God), and one for covering their feet. They are in the direct presence of God. In Isaiah's call-vision in the Temple, he sees Seraphim surrounding the throne of God, singing praise to God; the "Thrice Holy" hymn (ch 6). In this instance they are angelic beings but in the Book of Numbers, seraph-snakes are sent to punish the Israelites. Some of the Seraphim are Metatron, Kemuel, Nathanael, Gabriel, and Lucifer. The Seirenes (or Sirens) were, as bygone Greek myth tells, three NAIADES and close companions of the girl Persephone. When the goddess was abducted by Haides, Demeter transformed their bodies into those of birds and sent them to search the earth for her missing daughter. Eventually the Seirenes gave up the search and settled on the flowery island of Anthemoessa. There they lured passing sailors to their deaths with their irresistable siren-song.  The Seirenes were depicted with the heads, arms and chest of women but with the bodies, legs and tails of birds. In their hands they held various musical instruments. Some mythologers say that they were little birds with women's faces who beguiled sailors as they passed by, bewitching with lewd songs the hearing of those harkening to them. And the song of pleasure has no good consequence, only death. In the story of Jason and the Argonauts the men were saved from the Sirens by the music of Orpheus, whose songs were lovelier. In the story of Odysseus him and his men escaped them by having himself tied securely to a mast and by stopping the ears of his men. Poetry Written scripture from well known human and Neopet poets are placed here. Reading such creative literature helps me pull together the strength I need to face the day and the new dawn.  Alone Written by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood's hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring — From the same source I have not taken My sorrow — I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone — And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone — Then — in my childhood — in the dawn Of a most stormy life — was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still — From the torrent, or the fountain — From the red cliff of the mountain — From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold — From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by — From the thunder, and the storm — And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view — Bittersweet Written by Klofen Sad and lonely seraph Of the power of the flame, Trapped on earth forever by By the warlock who laid claim. Wings that carry burdens of A thousand weary tears and a Heart that sings with sorrow For a thousand quiet fears. Who but she can sing the song That burns the world alive? When all the battles end, Will her soul still be alive? Pity those who cannot choose The path of sweet release. Only when you fight for life Will the pain and sorrow cease. Because I Could Not Stop for Death Written by Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played At wrestling in a ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 't is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. Mid-Day Written by H. D. (Helda Doolittle) The light beats upon me. I am startled-- a split leaf crackles on the paved floor-- I am anguished--defeated. A slight wind shakes the seed-pods-- my thoughts are spent as the black seeds. My thoughts tear me, I dread their fever. I am scattered in its whirl. I am scattered like the hot shrivelled seeds. The shriveled seeds are split on the path-- the grass bends with dust, the grape slips under its cracked leaf: yet far beyond the spent seed-pods, and the blackened stalks of mint, the poplar is bright on the hill, the poplar spreads out, deep-rooted among trees. O poplar, you are great among the hill-stones, while I perish on the path among the crevices of the rocks. Awards Thank you to all who found my page worthy of their award; you truly make me feel special.  -blocked-Lady Fire if you'd like to trade links.  -blocked--blocked-
 
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