Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 22:05:03 GMT
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[attr="class","alibitext"][If you know my name, then you should know I don’t play by anyone’s rules.][break][break]
━ From the day her mother was taken from her duty, she knew her pregnancy would have a negative effect on her. As someone who served as a soldier, a female soldier, shoving the soundless words that threatened to leave the soldiers' mouths, she was doomed to fall when she first caught the demanding gaze of a man among the crew. Her birth did not cause a special trigger, such as flowers blossoming or petals of roses falling to the ground, pooling around her crying mother's shelter.
She was graced with the remarkable beauty of her mother, mixed with her youth and her father's outstanding charm. Her innocence stood among the peers, her soft heart and outgoing personality drew people in rather than pushing them far off her. She shone like a diamond in the making, among the dust and the dark stones.
The intelligence of her parents seeped into her living form as a child, she quickly understood a lot of situations and grew up searching for certain herbs to help her father make an effective medicine to the wounded. As a human, Hazel was merely a flower standing in front of the wind, hopeless against the powerful wind. And soon, her own petals fell.
Upon becoming an upir, Hazel drastically changed. Maybe her good traits remained carved into her body, unshakeable. Her innocence was rudely taken by the rough circumstances, her beauty fooled people, lured them in. She was truly charming without even attempting to be. Becoming a monster made her feel more courageous. It pushed her over the limits, over that white line she drew as a child, merely taking words from her parents to make them come true. Many times Hazel stood to sick monsters, not ones with fangs and thirst for blood - but ones who saw women as a tool to be fooled with.[break][break]
After being taken in by Mathias, a man with a cruel heart, Hazel, too, became cruel. Her heart darkened by the grasping hands of the man. It was a dark period in her life where she truly stripped the red curtains and reveled in the monster that he was creating. In no time, Hazel became a ticking bomb. Sharpened into a perfect tool for brutal usage. It was quite obvious when her vengeance sparked through her actions, the screams of mercy rang through her ears and was the last thing she heard until she opened her eyes to found herself warming up underneath a comforter. Taken in by a strange woman with her strange sense of loyalty and acceptance, Hazel adopted a long case of being deceitful in order to protect the other, purposefully escaping the lights to assure that Bridgette, the human, remained safe and that her own presence did not shorten her lifespan.
━ From the day her mother was taken from her duty, she knew her pregnancy would have a negative effect on her. As someone who served as a soldier, a female soldier, shoving the soundless words that threatened to leave the soldiers' mouths, she was doomed to fall when she first caught the demanding gaze of a man among the crew. Her birth did not cause a special trigger, such as flowers blossoming or petals of roses falling to the ground, pooling around her crying mother's shelter.
She was graced with the remarkable beauty of her mother, mixed with her youth and her father's outstanding charm. Her innocence stood among the peers, her soft heart and outgoing personality drew people in rather than pushing them far off her. She shone like a diamond in the making, among the dust and the dark stones.
The intelligence of her parents seeped into her living form as a child, she quickly understood a lot of situations and grew up searching for certain herbs to help her father make an effective medicine to the wounded. As a human, Hazel was merely a flower standing in front of the wind, hopeless against the powerful wind. And soon, her own petals fell.
Upon becoming an upir, Hazel drastically changed. Maybe her good traits remained carved into her body, unshakeable. Her innocence was rudely taken by the rough circumstances, her beauty fooled people, lured them in. She was truly charming without even attempting to be. Becoming a monster made her feel more courageous. It pushed her over the limits, over that white line she drew as a child, merely taking words from her parents to make them come true. Many times Hazel stood to sick monsters, not ones with fangs and thirst for blood - but ones who saw women as a tool to be fooled with.[break][break]
After being taken in by Mathias, a man with a cruel heart, Hazel, too, became cruel. Her heart darkened by the grasping hands of the man. It was a dark period in her life where she truly stripped the red curtains and reveled in the monster that he was creating. In no time, Hazel became a ticking bomb. Sharpened into a perfect tool for brutal usage. It was quite obvious when her vengeance sparked through her actions, the screams of mercy rang through her ears and was the last thing she heard until she opened her eyes to found herself warming up underneath a comforter. Taken in by a strange woman with her strange sense of loyalty and acceptance, Hazel adopted a long case of being deceitful in order to protect the other, purposefully escaping the lights to assure that Bridgette, the human, remained safe and that her own presence did not shorten her lifespan.
[attr="class","alibipanel"]HAZEL ADLER
convince me that I am not a monster
convince me that I am not a monster
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