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immortal andindestructable
don't underestimate her
The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice...
I've always been entranced with the times of old. The styles, the looks, and the very scents seem familiar--for some reason, they pull me in, even though they are of lives before my own. I feel...drawn to them, as if it were a choice of fate (as if that mattered to me)--no, wait, I take it back. I feel such as that as a puppet of fate itself...but one thing will last forever, as it has for lifetimes.
OH, IT'S YOU
April is the cruellest month, breeding
hello.
PROFILE
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Name: Rouge "Ru" Sybil Withers
Ru is not a social person. She resents company, but she feels most comfortable talking to others when she cannot see their face...whether it be by phone or computer. However, if she feels the slightest bit of admiration or adoration for someone, she will give a large piece of her heart to them. She is a very loyal creature, albeit aloof.
The wind under the door.
"What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?"
COMFORTS AND FEARS
FAMILY AND FRIENDS
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
Tama - Tamafail--my foster mother. She keeps her distance from me, but I think we have quite a few things in common. We get along well enough, I think. Noir - Nhoir. Noir is...a good person. She doesn't hover like the rest of them, but when you need her, she's there for you. She lost her memories, but that hasn't stopped her from being such an amazing person. I wish I could be like her somehow...
Lei - Lei...she's...a complicated individual. She makes me so nervous when I'm around her; she's so high-strung and, well...harsh, I suppose. She's very critical of others, so...I'm not too much of a fan.
PURE ADORATION
I too awaited the expected guest.
My goodness.
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Chapter One; in which Ru arrives
Rouge Withers was born on a sweltering summer's day.
Her mother was--suddenly, with death soothing her face--not there to quiet her cries, and her father was nowhere to be found, so the newborn was promptly whisked away to the nearest orphanage.
Rouge lived amongst the other parentless children as a beacon of delicate beauty; her golden, tangled hair was always brushed shiny, her eyelashes constantly aflutter once she spied something she wanted (which was rather often; she was often greedy of things that were not hers to want), and her white little teeth sparkled every time she showed them in one of her cherubic smiles. The others could only watch as she charmed the staff into giving her pretty bows to tie into her tangled hair, giggling in the most endearing way possible while they doted on her. There is a large place in children's hearts for jealousy, and by the time Rouge reached the age of nine, it had filled to the brim in many an orphan's heart...particularly a vengeful young boy named Vindet. Vindet's name had originally been intended to be read asVincent D., but his father's hand had shook so badly that the name was reduced to a scrawl that could only be interpreted by the old Ms. Tilly Bridgett, the owner of the orphanage, as Gabriel Freud. Gabriel was a tall, wiry creature with a prominent ribcage that never seemed to fade; high, hollow cheekbones; slightly sunken eyes beneath chipped, wire-frame glasses; and the most atrociously pointed teeth that seemed to poke over his pale lips when he showed the slightest bit of amusement--which was certainly not often. Gabriel was not a happy child. And an unhappy, jealous child is a being of the worst sort. One day, while Rouge was out on the orphanage's back porch, braiding and unbraiding her hair, she was drawn to a most curious sight; Gabriel was sitting, quite silent, by garbage dump nearby. His startling yellow eyes were trained on her, and as he stood from his place on a fallen rubbish bin, he beckoned Rouge over with two quick waves of his scrawny hand. Rouge wrinkled her nose at the sight of him--standing in filth with only a gray, hand-me-down sweater, slightly oversized trousers, and muddied yellow wellington boots, he was not a pleasant surprise. Nevertheless, Gabriel hardly ever ventured from his room, and certainly never talked to her.
ART OF ME
ROLEPLAY INFORMATION
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Roleplay is currently: OPEN
ADOPTABLES
Adoptable Trades: OPEN
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GOODBYE THEN Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
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