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Doing this in a café is generally not a good idea, but it was what drew the attention of Elucard Dimeco, or more precisely, The Lady Killer.
Being ignorant of most current news, Morticia-Casketine allowed herself to be wooed by the young man. She gave in to his foolish charms after a full year of his pursuits, and the two of them were engaged. Their wedding fast approached, and finally it was their wedding night. She was really quite surprised when she awoke the next morning with strangled, head bashed in quite thoroughly, and both her arms missing. She found her new husband curled up on the couch, a look of satisfaction on his face and her arms perched quite nicely at his sides.
You might think that she would have killed him immediately, but she didn't. Instead, she gave him the beating of a life time when he awoke, and took back her arms. She left him the hotel room after calling the police. When she saw the story on the news, she nearly choked on her water when questions began to arise of the woman that had to have been in the room with him. Fortunately for her, the cameras that were usually on were cut off for maintenance at the time, and she was not seen. The grainy pictures that did surface, were only of her being "killed", and barely showed her face.
Morticia-Casketine still thought it would be best if she left, for fear that her family would be targeted by the media once more. Her parents insisted that they come with her, and Petrus pretty much forced himself onto the plane while she boarded. That was only a month ago, and you can imagine what could happen in a month.‣ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs… -- a playlist for the dead and breathing
↘-- My Boy Builds Coffins; Florence and the Machine
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( ♣ ) ᴀ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟʟʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ
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↘ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ COMPLETE! ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇMorticia-Casketine is not someone you can easily make friends with, or much of a connection to. She doesn't see people outside of her family really very fit to be more than an acquaintance, and she isn't likely to hide that fact. She has an open regard for interaction, but making an emotional connection with her is like trying to have a conversation with a brick wall; she locks up tight. The blonde isn't totally apathetic and contemptuous; she simply doesn't feel that there are many people who she wishes to have an emotional connection with. That being said, she's a very empathetic soul, in the way that she can easily place herself in another person's shoes. This, while she might not show it, terrifies her. She doesn't believe it to be something healthy, the way she can see things from another's point of view. She feels that one day, it'll kill her. But, she knows that that will be very difficult to do. She just has issues with working through her empathy. Being a necromancer, and an empathetic one, tends to lead the souls of the dead right to her. It's dangerous, though. Ghosts and the like could easily possess her if she wasn't careful, and not every apparition is Casper the friendly ghost. She might wish for them to be, but they aren't.↘Morticia-Casketine Alma Celeste Marquise Graves↙“ＤＯＬＬＭＡＫＥＲ'Ｓ ＤＡＵＧＨＴＥＲ”[ Age ] Twenty-One -- [ Gender ] Feminine Structuring
[ dob ] October Thirty-First [ sexual leaning ] gray asexual
[ pob ] Sandomierz, Poland -- [ relationship status ] single
[ Species ] Necromancer--and a powerful one, at that.
scarlett johansson -- blonde -- red -- 5'3" -- 146 lbs -- figure/eyepatch
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[ guarded ; very empathetic ; perverse ; straight-forward ; curious ]
If it involves death and corpses, Morticia-Casketine is usually ecstatic about it. She finds morbid topics to be incredibly interesting, and that perversion is what sets her apart from quite a lot of people. It makes it difficult to hide her biological essence at times, but that's something she figures she'll learn to deal with. Most people find it odd that she'd get so excited about death, especially with her appearance. They think it a shame that such a pretty girl has such odd tastes, and thus tend to avoid her because it. It's not like she cares, though, as this tends to run through her family and the entirety of her species. That, and their intensely straight-forward nature. She isn't one to beat around the proverbial bush, and usually just cuts to the chase. She can't stand when people feel the need to dance around a topic, either, and usually expects everyone to come right out and tell her whatever it is they want to say to her. Being confessed to in high school was probably the most annoying thing she'd ever had to go through, considering she had an appearance that could very well intimidate people, even if they liked her.
If something is to interest her, Mortica-Casketine is usually all for it. Or, at least, all for learning more about it. This doesn't in any way limit her to feel that there are things she should have restrictions to, either. No, she's always been one to overlook rules if they don't really allow her to do what she wants. Most times, she'll politely obey, but not when there's something that interests her.To fully understand Morticia-Casketine, you'd have to take a short look at the peculiar race of creatures known as Necromancers. They're being with souls and dead flesh, a mess of decay and human nature. They feel, yes, but not like a human actually would. They are deeply knit in their interests, and find community in the oddest of ways. That being said, her family had always been the most peculiar of the bunch. Maybe it was because they were the most powerful. No one is quite sure, but they are certain that the Graves have been the strongest throughout the history of their race.[ likes ] death, black, red, coffins, surgical theory, sharp objects, reading, chocolate, spiders, birds, darkness, bones --- [ dislikes ] most people, conversations, romance, coffee, licorice, guns, lying --- [ strengths ] high thresh hold for pain, endurance, intimidation, perception, intelligence ---- [ weaknesses ] fire, bright lights, pain, possession --- [ abilities ] necrokinesis, manipulation of bone, seeing and hearing spirits of the dead, physically dead[ Relationships ]
「♦ mother -- Morgue-Anne -- relatively alive -- love: ▪▪▪▪▪
︱♦ father -- Decay -- relatively alive -- love: ▪▪▪▪▪
︱♦ older brother -- Petrus -- relatively alive -- love: ▪▪▪▪▪
︱♦ former lover -- Elucard Demico -- still breathing -- love: ▪▫▫▫▫
Her mother and father found love over corpses. A reporter fresh out of college and a mortician with access to the most gruesome looking of cadavers. Morgue-Anne, then a Jeckell, found the way that Decay moved to be a kind of magic that could never be recreated, not in her own powers. No, she fell in love with him the minute she walked into the room, prepared to hit him with a barrage of questions for the murder case she was working, wanting to be a step ahead of the police. They dated, married, and had her older brother Petrus. Five years her senior, the young man has been a bit of an idol to the impressionable young girl that she'd been before. When she came along, he went from a spoiled little prat to an acceptable older brother. Or, at least, acceptable by the standards of their parents.
From the moment she was born, Morticia-Casketine caused trouble. She was popped out of her mother and the first thing the doctor that was holding her did was shriek, loudly. Of course, wouldn't you be screaming if you were staring down at an infant with an eye in its mouth? At the sound of his shrieking, the tiny infant laugh, or attempted to around the eye ball in her mouth. Her mother found a way around the whole incident, and kept her left eye in a jar until she figured that Morticia-Casketine would need it. This time wouldn't come for a while, because it was soon discovered that the odd monstrosity, as described by the doctor, was quite intelligent.
She was so intelligent, that they figured she could be classified as a genius or a prodigy. What they, being those were from outside of the family, was that her parents would be more concerned with her not showing this intelligence than they would be with her being practically exhibited to the public. They kept her away from the eye of the media, and allowed her to grow as a normal child. Well, was normal as she could be. Normal became a relative term for her before she was even born.
She persisted in her ways of normalcy until she turned eighteen, and her parents then believed it was time to let her out to experience the world. Being as she is, she drew quite a lot of attention from both genders, and everything in between without much effort. Much to her dismay, she was close to being chased by hordes of hormonal people for much of the time that she spent adjusting to the real world. It was not unusual for her to have to block many attempts at romance by the time she was nineteen.
She could be seen nearly sprinting after whatever errand she had come out to do was finished. It could be seen as her workout, and soon even that became a real test. People caught on and realized that they, too, wanted to join her. She had to come up with new ways to avoid people with every passing day, and she finally decided on being that cold and intimidating person that she currently is. People seemed to realize that she wasn't going to give the so much as an inch in any advance with the way she was, and soon dropped the whole matter like it was nothing. Morticia-Casketine, while elated, thought that it was a shame, since her new interactions with people became much more interesting when they were terrified of her.
Things got interesting only when she was jostled off of a train platform. You can imagine the fuss she caused when the train passed and she was nowhere to be seen. All that was left was a fairly substantial pool of blood. In the short time that had passed between the train cutting off her legs and pulling out of the station, she'd managed to retrieve her severed limbs and sew them back onto her body. Such a feat is probably impossible for a human being, but then again, Morticia-Casketine was not human. She dragged herself home, seething with rage of course. Only so much can be expected of someone who'd have gone through such a predicament. She was lucky that she hadn't been spotted by a camera, or things would have been much worse for her in the coming days and years.
She became, basically, an urban legend spawning in places all over the internet. There was always a different start, but essentially the same end. Some claimed she was ghost, others that she was a demon. There was even an ingenious one of her being an attempt to utilize the capabilities of science found within Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. You could say that she liked that one best, because the story had been her favorite to read as child. Reading over them all was an absurd task she'd assigned herself when she'd grown bored.
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↘ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ COMPLETE! ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ
Doing this in a café is generally not a good idea, but it was what drew the attention of Elucard Dimeco, or more precisely, The Lady Killer.
Being ignorant of most current news, Morticia-Casketine allowed herself to be wooed by the young man. She gave in to his foolish charms after a full year of his pursuits, and the two of them were engaged. Their wedding fast approached, and finally it was their wedding night. She was really quite surprised when she awoke the next morning with strangled, head bashed in quite thoroughly, and both her arms missing. She found her new husband curled up on the couch, a look of satisfaction on his face and her arms perched quite nicely at his sides.
You might think that she would have killed him immediately, but she didn't. Instead, she gave him the beating of a life time when he awoke, and took back her arms. She left him the hotel room after calling the police. When she saw the story on the news, she nearly choked on her water when questions began to arise of the woman that had to have been in the room with him. Fortunately for her, the cameras that were usually on were cut off for maintenance at the time, and she was not seen. The grainy pictures that did surface, were only of her being "killed", and barely showed her face.
Morticia-Casketine still thought it would be best if she left, for fear that her family would be targeted by the media once more. Her parents insisted that they come with her, and Petrus pretty much forced himself onto the plane while she boarded. That was only a month ago, and you can imagine what could happen in a month.‣ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs… -- a playlist for the dead and breathing
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↘template inspired by Paro, Baa, Jenn, and ku
( ♣ ) ᴀ ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟʟʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ
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↘ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ COMPLETE! ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇMorticia-Casketine is not someone you can easily make friends with, or much of a connection to. She doesn't see people outside of her family really very fit to be more than an acquaintance, and she isn't likely to hide that fact. She has an open regard for interaction, but making an emotional connection with her is like trying to have a conversation with a brick wall; she locks up tight. The blonde isn't totally apathetic and contemptuous; she simply doesn't feel that there are many people who she wishes to have an emotional connection with. That being said, she's a very empathetic soul, in the way that she can easily place herself in another person's shoes. This, while she might not show it, terrifies her. She doesn't believe it to be something healthy, the way she can see things from another's point of view. She feels that one day, it'll kill her. But, she knows that that will be very difficult to do. She just has issues with working through her empathy. Being a necromancer, and an empathetic one, tends to lead the souls of the dead right to her. It's dangerous, though. Ghosts and the like could easily possess her if she wasn't careful, and not every apparition is Casper the friendly ghost. She might wish for them to be, but they aren't.↘Morticia-Casketine Alma Celeste Marquise Graves↙“ＤＯＬＬＭＡＫＥＲ'Ｓ ＤＡＵＧＨＴＥＲ”[ Age ] Twenty-One -- [ Gender ] Feminine Structuring
[ dob ] October Thirty-First [ sexual leaning ] gray asexual
[ pob ] Sandomierz, Poland -- [ relationship status ] single
[ Species ] Necromancer--and a powerful one, at that.
scarlett johansson -- blonde -- red -- 5'3" -- 146 lbs -- figure/eyepatch
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[ guarded ; very empathetic ; perverse ; straight-forward ; curious ]
If it involves death and corpses, Morticia-Casketine is usually ecstatic about it. She finds morbid topics to be incredibly interesting, and that perversion is what sets her apart from quite a lot of people. It makes it difficult to hide her biological essence at times, but that's something she figures she'll learn to deal with. Most people find it odd that she'd get so excited about death, especially with her appearance. They think it a shame that such a pretty girl has such odd tastes, and thus tend to avoid her because it. It's not like she cares, though, as this tends to run through her family and the entirety of her species. That, and their intensely straight-forward nature. She isn't one to beat around the proverbial bush, and usually just cuts to the chase. She can't stand when people feel the need to dance around a topic, either, and usually expects everyone to come right out and tell her whatever it is they want to say to her. Being confessed to in high school was probably the most annoying thing she'd ever had to go through, considering she had an appearance that could very well intimidate people, even if they liked her.
If something is to interest her, Mortica-Casketine is usually all for it. Or, at least, all for learning more about it. This doesn't in any way limit her to feel that there are things she should have restrictions to, either. No, she's always been one to overlook rules if they don't really allow her to do what she wants. Most times, she'll politely obey, but not when there's something that interests her.To fully understand Morticia-Casketine, you'd have to take a short look at the peculiar race of creatures known as Necromancers. They're being with souls and dead flesh, a mess of decay and human nature. They feel, yes, but not like a human actually would. They are deeply knit in their interests, and find community in the oddest of ways. That being said, her family had always been the most peculiar of the bunch. Maybe it was because they were the most powerful. No one is quite sure, but they are certain that the Graves have been the strongest throughout the history of their race.[ likes ] death, black, red, coffins, surgical theory, sharp objects, reading, chocolate, spiders, birds, darkness, bones --- [ dislikes ] most people, conversations, romance, coffee, licorice, guns, lying --- [ strengths ] high thresh hold for pain, endurance, intimidation, perception, intelligence ---- [ weaknesses ] fire, bright lights, pain, possession --- [ abilities ] necrokinesis, manipulation of bone, seeing and hearing spirits of the dead, physically dead[ Relationships ]
「♦ mother -- Morgue-Anne -- relatively alive -- love: ▪▪▪▪▪
︱♦ father -- Decay -- relatively alive -- love: ▪▪▪▪▪
︱♦ older brother -- Petrus -- relatively alive -- love: ▪▪▪▪▪
︱♦ former lover -- Elucard Demico -- still breathing -- love: ▪▫▫▫▫
Her mother and father found love over corpses. A reporter fresh out of college and a mortician with access to the most gruesome looking of cadavers. Morgue-Anne, then a Jeckell, found the way that Decay moved to be a kind of magic that could never be recreated, not in her own powers. No, she fell in love with him the minute she walked into the room, prepared to hit him with a barrage of questions for the murder case she was working, wanting to be a step ahead of the police. They dated, married, and had her older brother Petrus. Five years her senior, the young man has been a bit of an idol to the impressionable young girl that she'd been before. When she came along, he went from a spoiled little prat to an acceptable older brother. Or, at least, acceptable by the standards of their parents.
From the moment she was born, Morticia-Casketine caused trouble. She was popped out of her mother and the first thing the doctor that was holding her did was shriek, loudly. Of course, wouldn't you be screaming if you were staring down at an infant with an eye in its mouth? At the sound of his shrieking, the tiny infant laugh, or attempted to around the eye ball in her mouth. Her mother found a way around the whole incident, and kept her left eye in a jar until she figured that Morticia-Casketine would need it. This time wouldn't come for a while, because it was soon discovered that the odd monstrosity, as described by the doctor, was quite intelligent.
She was so intelligent, that they figured she could be classified as a genius or a prodigy. What they, being those were from outside of the family, was that her parents would be more concerned with her not showing this intelligence than they would be with her being practically exhibited to the public. They kept her away from the eye of the media, and allowed her to grow as a normal child. Well, was normal as she could be. Normal became a relative term for her before she was even born.
She persisted in her ways of normalcy until she turned eighteen, and her parents then believed it was time to let her out to experience the world. Being as she is, she drew quite a lot of attention from both genders, and everything in between without much effort. Much to her dismay, she was close to being chased by hordes of hormonal people for much of the time that she spent adjusting to the real world. It was not unusual for her to have to block many attempts at romance by the time she was nineteen.
She could be seen nearly sprinting after whatever errand she had come out to do was finished. It could be seen as her workout, and soon even that became a real test. People caught on and realized that they, too, wanted to join her. She had to come up with new ways to avoid people with every passing day, and she finally decided on being that cold and intimidating person that she currently is. People seemed to realize that she wasn't going to give the so much as an inch in any advance with the way she was, and soon dropped the whole matter like it was nothing. Morticia-Casketine, while elated, thought that it was a shame, since her new interactions with people became much more interesting when they were terrified of her.
Things got interesting only when she was jostled off of a train platform. You can imagine the fuss she caused when the train passed and she was nowhere to be seen. All that was left was a fairly substantial pool of blood. In the short time that had passed between the train cutting off her legs and pulling out of the station, she'd managed to retrieve her severed limbs and sew them back onto her body. Such a feat is probably impossible for a human being, but then again, Morticia-Casketine was not human. She dragged herself home, seething with rage of course. Only so much can be expected of someone who'd have gone through such a predicament. She was lucky that she hadn't been spotted by a camera, or things would have been much worse for her in the coming days and years.
She became, basically, an urban legend spawning in places all over the internet. There was always a different start, but essentially the same end. Some claimed she was ghost, others that she was a demon. There was even an ingenious one of her being an attempt to utilize the capabilities of science found within Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. You could say that she liked that one best, because the story had been her favorite to read as child. Reading over them all was an absurd task she'd assigned herself when she'd grown bored.
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I'm Fiend, but you can call me Seaor Khaleesias well. I'm a rising senior in high school, so what's up underclassmen. I'm usually here on GR considering I have like nothing to do this summer ^-^ But I wouldn't really wanna be anywhere else. I greatly enjoy writing,and roleplaying because it helps with the former, and I've been doing it for five plus years now. Three on this site and the first years on various other sites. I guess I would have to say I'm kinda chill because someone once told me that if I was a drug I'd be weedI don't do drugs so I don't know if that's chill or notbut y'know.
I'm a major otaku, so it'd be super cool if people conversed with me about anime and manga ^-^ Never been to a convention, but I'll get there. Uhm, I also happen to like to sing and dance, and act, though I think I pretty much suck at all of those, but it's still fucking fun. I also like to curse....so yeah.
Another thing to note is that my mother happens to decorate, organize, and sometimes cater for events, so I might just randomly disappear for hours with sporadic posting. That usually means that I'm helping to decorate or something like that. It's not very bad, but I will never underestimate a person who has to work on their feet all day because that's some serious shit right there, brah.
