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┣▇═─ Nickname | | Dusk
┣▇═─Age | | 15
┣▇═─Race | | Human
┣▇═─Gender | | Female
┣▇═─Orientation | | Bi-sexual
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┣▇═─Mirror | | Oh, I am nothing special...
┣▇═─Clothing Style | | Tomboy, Dusk strictly dresses as a tomboy, she very rarely wears skirts or dresses unless it is some sort of special occasion.
┣▇═─Height | | Five foot eight inches
┣▇═─Weight | | One hundred and thirty pounds
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┣▇═─Personality | | Gentle, sweet, naive and kind are the words that can be used to describe her the best. She is very open minded, and sweet towards all. She wears her heart on her sleeve which is a very dangerous thing to do, for someone in her condition. She is a very passionate person about the arts, she loves to sing and dance, and is always eager to make new friends. She always feels guilty about being overbearing to her friends and usually hides her emotions very well. She is also very naive and her heart is easily broken, because of her good nature, others are very protective of her. Careful, she does have quite a temper..
┣▇═─Life Story | |
Her father was very overbearing and protective of his sickly little girl, the only child that he and his wife would ever have. for her mother died shortly after her birth. He locked his little girl away in a tower, not even allowing her to speak to the maids. Suicidal the young woman finally escaped the clutches of father at the age of fourteen.
Where she was saved by a mysterious man who smelled of roses. She never did see his face, but she did hear his voice, he was her first love. She awoke several days later in a hospital, and went back to her overbearing and protective father. She now searches for the man who first won her heart, and goes to school, just waiting until the day when she is finally free of her father.
┣▇═─Cherished | |
-Thunderstorms
-The sound of rain
-A good book
-Painting
-Fencing
-Dancing
-Hot tea
-Wine
-Swimming
-Long walks in the forest
┣▇═─Disliked | |
-Sweets
-Messy places
-Guns
-Her uncle and any of his minions
-Foul or overpowering odors
-Loud places
-False people
-Needles
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┣▇═─Theme Song | | Imagine
┣▇═─Parent| | joey_serene
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joey_serene
~Dusk Midnight~
He smelled of roses...
His voice as smooth as a peable fom a brook...
Dusk giggled despite trying to restrain herself, she had never seen a man so willingly dress in drag. He looked very lovely nevertheless, rather dashing for a man in drag. Her smile then faded as he asked where her costume was. Her smile fade from her face as her laughter stopped, she pushed up her glasses falling terribly silent. Truth be told she didn't need a costume, she was the lady in the water. She looked to the ground as she wrapped her fingers around the wrist of her right hand which was hidden away by the arm warmers she wore.
Dusk stared at the ground, should she tell him? What would he say if she told him, of her suicide attempt, and how she was saved.. Would he think she was crazy, would he still want to be her friend. She dug the toe of her sneaker in the ground in a awkward fashion. Well perhaps she would only tell him part of the story. "Well.." She began.. "I don't really need a costume.." She coughed slightly as she pulled up the arm warmer and showed him the deep scars that her skin bore. "You see?"
It is worth living such a sad lonely life..
Just to find him agian..
His voice as smooth as a peable fom a brook...
Dusk giggled despite trying to restrain herself, she had never seen a man so willingly dress in drag. He looked very lovely nevertheless, rather dashing for a man in drag. Her smile then faded as he asked where her costume was. Her smile fade from her face as her laughter stopped, she pushed up her glasses falling terribly silent. Truth be told she didn't need a costume, she was the lady in the water. She looked to the ground as she wrapped her fingers around the wrist of her right hand which was hidden away by the arm warmers she wore.
Dusk stared at the ground, should she tell him? What would he say if she told him, of her suicide attempt, and how she was saved.. Would he think she was crazy, would he still want to be her friend. She dug the toe of her sneaker in the ground in a awkward fashion. Well perhaps she would only tell him part of the story. "Well.." She began.. "I don't really need a costume.." She coughed slightly as she pulled up the arm warmer and showed him the deep scars that her skin bore. "You see?"
It is worth living such a sad lonely life..
Just to find him agian..
