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Date Posted: 20:50:06 06/23/02 Sun
Author: Sera
Author Host/IP: spider-wn074.proxy.aol.com / 205.188.197.184
Subject: - when angels deserve to die -

�� In your eyes forsaken me -- in your heart forsaken me ��

..How the boredom wracked each and every fiber of the goddess. Perturbing even the most sensible being. Perplexing thoughts were wound in odd, intricate fractions about her unfathomable mind; dark and brooding like a network of complex games. Nothing but games. Life was a game, and she played for her life...using artafice and trickery to sustain and maintain a subtle existance amongst the many. Never visibly an inferior...simply not there. A framework array of charcoal toned locks spilt feraly from a regal crown, embellishing the pallid cream appeal of her complexion -- smooth and placid like glass. Something intrepid was ignited within the deep driven cores of the vixen, suggesting meaning to the raging inferno within -- wild and dauntless as she faced the her vagrant duties with the weight of the world upon her very shoulders. Slender digits move to deviate the reflective shades to a more common ground, residing them to shield the intensity of her own occuli...it was too intimate to look one on one with someone...eye contact meant interest...and interest was something she lacked. Or tried to lack. Her apathy she wore like an insigna, a warning to those whom tried to approach..

�� Why have you forsaken me? ��

[Alias]
..Sera Dontalla..

[Genre]
..Fairest desire..

[Persona]
..Comes off as 'me against the world' sort of appeal...doesn't care much for people, she's learned that at an early age [i think she skipped the young, naive stage of her life...which may explain why she's so callous]. Intimacy was never a strong point, though if its in her best interest -- she can play the seductress. Not in touch with her emotions..."love? what the hell is that?"..

[Imagery]
..See visual above..

[Seniority]
..19 primed winters endured..

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