Fallen-Female-Calloway

[MistressofNight]

` HI, MY NAME IS FIRST !

PICTURE OF YOUR CHARRIE HERE

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HERE'S ANOTHER PITY AND THERE'S ANOTHER CHANCE !

` FULL NAME ! Fallen
` NICKNAMES ! answerNone
` DATE OF BIRTH AND AGE ! October 31st, 54 years old
` SEXUALITY ! Bisexual
` SPECIES GROUP ! The Carroway
` SUB - SPECIES ! Vempira

TRY TO LEARN A LESSON BUT YOU CAN'T !

` COAT COLORS ! Her coat is black as pitch with streaks of gray running through it. It appears soft to the touch, though really it is rough and not so gentle to bare appendages. The fur at her chest is soft, as is the fur around her neck. The tips of her ears and tail are dipped in red colorings.
` EYES ! Crimson Red
` ORAL COLOR ! Dark dark red
` HEIGHT ! 5 feet, 7 inches
` WEIGHT ! 160 pounds
` MARKINGS ! None per say but does bare a solid pink scar that goes from above her brow to beneath her left eye.
` DEFORMITES ! Her fangs can become elongated, touching close to the bottom of her chin at times, though most of the time they barely peek from beneath her upper lip.
` WINGS !Her wings are bat like in appearance, their color matching that of her fur. They are rough looking; the membrane is smooth and quite thin, making the moon that shines through an eerie sight from within them. They are big enough for her to take off into flight at any level of ground if need be.[/size]

WITH OUT A CHANGE OUR LIVES WILL NEVER LAST !

` LIKES ! Rain, Thunder, Lightning, Fog, Death, Decay, Pain are just to name a few. Fire is something she loves to play around with and has been seen with burns on her paws once and a while as well as her fur singed at the tips. She loves crows and ravens, their dark but dismal beauty and their grace on the wind. She also loves flying with them high up in the winds.
` DISLIKES ! The sun though she tolerates it. Bright colorful flowers in the spring and summer as well as being overly happy. She hates dealing with others who find life beautiful and peaceful and lovely. Those feelings just make her want to vomit.
` STRENGTHS/SKILLS ! She is a skilled huntress as well as extremely skilled in flight. Her fast speed thanks to her subspecies helps out well. She is also in extreme control of her blood lust, at least to some point.
` WEAKNESSES ! She has no real weaknesses besides that of handsome males and beautiful females.
` FEARS ! She fears nothing but the true feeling of love and devotion.
` WANTS ! Females and males of all types. She loves sex and she loves blood.
` QUIRKS/HABITS ! None really, though she is often found lingering in the darkness, wherever that may be.
` PERSONALITY SUMMARY ! She is normally very ill tempered but can be quite protective over things that mean the most to her. She is extremely independent, not caring to make many friends though she has made a few in her past much like her. She can be caring but only to family even though it’s only to cause mischief. She will wish death upon those who get in her way, whether on purpose or not. She loves death and pain, causing it to others is her favorite thing.

YOU CAN SIT BESIDE ME WHEN THE WORLD COMES DOWN !

` PACK ! Alphess of Carroway
` MOTHER ! Kristen
` FATHER ! Donovan
` SIBLINGS ! Fallen Angel, BrokenPain, and RisingDarkness
` RELATIONSHIP STATUS ! Dante is her consort, though she will move from lover to lover as she sees fit.
` HISTORY !Fallen was born with her twin sister, Fallen Angel in a pack far from what she knows now. Her parents often fought when her and her sister were young, resulting in their father taking her away from her mother and sister. She knew nothing of them, not until she was much older. She had traveled to a pack where in fact her mother and sister called home. Her father followed soon after, reuniting the family together though things were still iffy with her parents. They still fought on and off but in the end, her mother and father worked everything out and in the end of it, she ended up with two young brothers.

As of right now she knows nothing of what happened to her family. All she knows now is that she lives life as she wishes to live it. Whether part of her family end up where she is, it is totally up to fate.[/size]

IT DOESN'T MATTER THEN JUST TURN AROUND !

` NAME ! Mistress
` RP EXPERIENCE ! 9 years off and on
` OTHER CHARACTERS ! Just Fallen for now though I have many
` ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ! Calm. It was to calm. The wind was silent, and still, though strangely enough only the scent of deep red roses danced in the air around the area. The boughs of dead trees cast eerie shapes across the landscape, making shadows seem like beings that weren’t really there nor would ever truly exist. The limbs of the trees creaked beneath the pressure of birds that home there as well as the squirrels and other vermin that lived high. Everything was still, quiet, scared.

A shadow stepped forth, her being large to look upon. Peltage of black and gray, mixing together eerily to adorn her pitch-black wings that she carried lightly upon her back. Eyes of crimson glowed fiercely in the shadows that danced around her. She carried the scent of summer’s deep red roses in full bloom though within that a mixture of fall leaves that litter the forest floor. The grasses beneath her feet crunched softly under her massive weight. Life is anything that dies when you stomp on it… She thought to herself, halting in her place to look down at the grasses beneath her. She smiled darkly, how death was so interesting and fun. She was feared by many with her strange ways and looks. She loved death and decay. Pain was always fun to play with, especially to those who were extremely vulnerable. Life was miserable at times, but only when those times left you bored.

She continued forth, weaving through the bare trees of the landscape before her. Scents danced around her, of both prey and foe. She didn’t make friends well, nor did she care. She preferred her independence, less to worry about when others were around. While she may have preferred independence, a lover now and then was always enjoyable whether it were male or female. She had had some amusing times in the past with other females. She had even teased the other males around with her bisexuality. Oh how enjoyable it was to make the male’s drool when she was interested in the females at the current time. She enjoyed sick humor, bloodletting and the feel of pain on her body. The only scar she bore was the one that ran vertically down her left eye, starting at her brow line going down just a bit beneath her eye. That was thanks to her mother after lashing out and throwing her away for the strangeness and fascination of death, Better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven.. she had told her mother. In turn her mother shunned her from ever being a part of any pack. Since then she had been a loner, though she didn’t mind it.

Licking her lips softly, she treads forward, coming upon a mound of boulders that rose at the foot of the trees. She went around the mound, coming upon the very top. Her head rose, a cold howl releasing her lips out into the air above. It was a dark, cold sound as if something was in deep pain and was in the process of death. Oh how things would get interesting if she crossed another. She hoped she could have a bit of fun, whether male or female that approached but her fun would only if those who dare approached were worth looking at. She only found her playthings if the being was either handsome or beautiful, even if their outsides showed otherwise. What darkness or light they held on the inside, would determine her next plaything to be.

The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear.

`Lyrics from All American Rejects. !

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[ForeverPain]