*as agile and smart as she was… she didn’t stand a chance… Ria’s form was built for speed, light weight just enough to make it easy to move… but strong enough to resist easy damaging. They were meant for the fight. And she had some of the best professional training in fighting with swords, blades and the likes. At the girl’s words her smirk grew walking forward, again.*
“I think she would make Dorjan a nice toy... maybe a good distraction too?”
*ah a distraction… just what they needed no? and it would be nice to get Dorjan’s attention off of her…She was bored with the male already… really… though bursting his bubble was always fun. Messing with his head too… oh yeah he was so much fun*
“You’re a little late, for the clipping of the wings...”
*they had taken her wings… the human ones at least, her shifting was her only taste of freedom left… Her life was in shifting, she had fallen in love with the sky, the gass. The out doors in general… but after 13 years of never seeing any of it… you would either love it or hate it. her kind were programmed to love it*
“A good older sister wouldn’t leave their baby sister home alone…… never know what can happen… fires, a break in… oh do I you want me to keep naming them?... yet you left Jouet… how old is she four? That considered child abuse… no really it is”
*She tilted her head slightly now, causing her blonde hair to fall neatly over her face. She shook her head at the girl’s words… of course the nickname flying over her head… Tweety bird? Yeah that wasn’t aloud where she was from… so it wans’t a surprise.*
“well I don’t becaue a human’s scream is so satisfying…:”
*she said it with a tone that gave her an air of being superior, though in truth she wasn’t at all superior. Actually she was supposed to be the one bowing by now… 13 years of being told she was ‘inferior’ it has yet to break though to her… And know what… she was more superior then a human… and it was true humans screamed funny*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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