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sucre'd fiend
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Dec 13, 2015 05:24PM
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Sovyou want to be victim or demon?
Alright, so I'm victim. So im guessing I'm girl then?
Okay. I'll be the girl :oP so wanna make characters?
{Name}: Mercy. J. Williams{Alias}: N/A
{Preference:} Go fuck off and die. Men are annoying pigs." ~Mercy
{Species}: Human
{Rank}: human, recently graduates collage
Age: Appears to be 21
{Date of birth}: October 21st
{Personality}:
> brooding
> stubborn
> suffers from depression/cutter
> Intelligent
>vain
> grom and dark
> seductive when she can get out of her fits of depression
> lonely
> bipolar
> keeps to herself
> enjoys playing piano
> works herself to the bone
(view spoiler)
( isadorin fallon murk & female & demon & two centuries old )
Neat do you wanna start or do you wanna?
Actually, could you start? Because it all revolves around Mercy summoning Isadorin
Mercy sat alone at home, her brother at work and well her parents deader then or doornail after the car wreck that left Mercy to shattered peices of her former shelf. She was suicidal and each nick of a blade only got deeper but she always hesitated to end her life, only for her brother. She cared little for her life but she didnt want to ruin her brother's she was the only thing he had left. She swoon out of reconsideration started using chalk to start drawinh ruins on her wall out of her own blood she used from her cuts.. She'd summon a creature to wipe people's memory of her and make it look like she never existed at all.
[ i'm sorry, but I don't really understand the last part of that ]
{{Better? Sorry typing to fast fast :o/}}
[ yeah, thanks ^-^ ]Isadorin had not been summoned in many years.
Not the sort of "many years" that her fellow demons liked to brag about, the kind that left her ragged with boredom. It ate away at her, this constant wait for someone to screw up and decide to make a deal with a demon. Or just altogether summon one. There seemed to be all sorts of idiots out there, these days, hoping for some kind of salvation in the darkest reaches of Hell. A boring, dull fiery blaze of Hell.
Being human was a far, distant memory she could scarcely grasp at, but she can still recall those feelings of extremity that drove her to the existence she was now. And what seemed to resonate when people summoned. Which is what likely called that pull, that summoning of her demented being to the surface, into fruition for whatever unlucky bastard had dared to summon her.
But this time, she supposed she could stay on Earth just a tad bit longer.
Mercy's hand twitched with out her notice adding another seriff to the summoning mark, changing it to a bind to. She took no notice and continues. She fineshed up the summoning by writing in her blood with her finger tip to finish the middle symbol. She didnt mind her wrist but let it bleed. He decision clear and her mind made. She almost tapped her foot impatiently but swoon sighed this might not even work at all, sooner or later she would just end herself if this failed, she would suffer silently and let nobody now. Who would even care if she died, she was a lowly nobody that everybody bullied and picked on.
