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: We twist and turn where angels burn, like fallen soldiers we shall learn : [: in silence the valkyrie ingresses upon the urban realm, shrouded within her own sublime world, poised poignantly atop duo blades, moving seamlessly atop the rough terra. Jaded cores -- flecked with crimson and gold -- scanned the overlaying horizon, mild simper spanning ephemeral countenance. Raven toned tendrils clung with feral disabandon to her toned mug, dactyls brushing it absently aside. She seemed merely to be a waif amongst the rest, so pale, yet she was so filled with undaunted life. An old, yet precious, acoustic guitar hung snugly o�er her shirt-clad shoulder, to be adjusted every once in awhile. Clad in slim yet plain clothes, nothing too fancy or sharp. Tattered jeans hint at her years of blading and the many scrapes that accompanied it, though she loved her passion very much. Shifting her posture slightly the youth bends and weaves gracefully through the throng of individuals, laughing gleefully at the adrenaline rush it produced, stubbornly ignoring the insults and curses tossed in her direction. She was the essence of life at it�s fullest :] [: I.D. :] Jae Drake [: Genre :] Feminine [: Maturity :] 18 Odd Years [: Imagery :] See Above [: Persona :] Free and unpredictable, clearly optimistic. Always having fun, willing ot defy anything within her path. A talented musician as well as rollerblader. Crazy, jaded and outgoing, a true personality : That once forgotten twice removed � this love will be the death of you :

: We twist and turn where angels burn, like fallen soldiers we shall learn :

[: in silence the valkyrie ingresses upon the urban realm, shrouded within her own sublime world, poised poignantly atop duo blades, moving seamlessly atop the rough terra. Jaded cores -- flecked with crimson and gold -- scanned the overlaying horizon, mild simper spanning ephemeral countenance. Raven toned tendrils clung with feral disabandon to her toned mug, dactyls brushing it absently aside. She seemed merely to be a waif amongst the rest, so pale, yet she was so filled with undaunted life. An old, yet precious, acoustic guitar hung snugly o�er her shirt-clad shoulder, to be adjusted every once in awhile. Clad in slim yet plain clothes, nothing too fancy or sharp. Tattered jeans hint at her years of blading and the many scrapes that accompanied it, though she loved her passion very much. Shifting her posture slightly the youth bends and weaves gracefully through the throng of individuals, laughing gleefully at the adrenaline rush it produced, stubbornly ignoring the insults and curses tossed in her direction. She was the essence of life at it�s fullest :]

[: I.D. :]
Jae Drake

[: Genre :]
Feminine

[: Maturity :]
18 Odd Years

[: Imagery :]
See Above

[: Persona :]
Free and unpredictable, clearly optimistic. Always having fun, willing ot defy anything within her path. A talented musician as well as rollerblader. Crazy, jaded and outgoing, a true personality

: That once forgotten twice removed � this love will be the death of you :