❝The World is Much Different Through My Windows❞
From the beginning I have been called Verita Bello
Yet, I only wished to be known as Rita
I began my existence on January 24
And I've been around for 30 Years
But don't judge me being Werewolf
You can be sure that I am a female
And I just have to love boys
❝Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder❞
In this world, I side with the Razzaak My weapon of choice is A longsword that disconnects into a bladed whipWatch me closely and you might see all that I can do ¤¤Krav Maga¤¤
¤I can use your movements against you to throw you off balance...
¤And then execute a devastating blow to your weakest pressure points
¤I am also very skilled with short knifes and daggers, as it is common to have extensive knowledge of such things when fighting Krav Maga
I’ll never forget how it all began...
I was part of a very large family in Italy. We were very ordinary. My father fished and my mother cooked and all ten of my siblings were learning separate socially acceptable trades. Although everyone in my family was very ordinary and normal, I always had seperate ideas on how my life was going to be played. For that, I was punished and bullied about. I always spent my time staring into the sea or painting, while my mother taught my sisters how to cook and clean. By the time I was about 15, my parents had given up on trying to make me something I wasn't, so they just ignored me and let me do my own thing. When all of my siblings went off on there own, they were given elaborate parties and fantastic presents. When I moved away, my parents gave me only enough money to support myself for a month and the clothes on my back.
After that, I just wandered for a very long time. When I was 20, I found myself walking the streets of Israel living on only the money I could steal or beg for. I was starving and hadn't slept in a set location since my leave from Italy. There, in Israel, I found a large group of people who were much like me. They were constantly persecuted for there beliefs and found refuge under a very large, be it old, building. There, they taught me how to defend myself against the military and the oppressive masses. There, I learned Krav Maga. After learning under the teachings of my great masters, I decided to leave the shelter of their friendly abode. At the age of 30, I was back in Italy. I had participated in multiple street fights that got me my travel money. When I got back home, I found that my family had dispersed and were no where to be found. While searching their houses, I ran into a very strange man...a werewolf. Although I put up a very intense fight, I was eventually stopped by his immense strength and bitten. He let me live because of my strength and I spent the next month in my old house reviving from the encounter. When I awoke, I was new. I was vicious. I had my first meal and realized what I had become. I was terrified. As I wandered the world, now stuck in the body I became and unable to control my very fierce and rabid eating habits, I came across the Razzaac. They shared my hatred of the human race so I decided to join them in their quest.
It made me the way I am...
I am very strange in ways that are hard to explain. My moods are very radical. I cannot control myself when I hunger. My families extreme dislike for me made me come to hate the human race. I won't spare a thought in being vulgar to you if I think you deserve it. I believe in the beauty of truth. If you get to know me, you will find I am a very disturbed individual, but I am kind at heart.
Still, at the end of the day I just love:
❤ Power
❤ Truth
❤ Fine Art
But I absolutely can’t stand:
✖ Dishonesty
✖ Religious Ignorance
✖ Fish
And my nightmares haunt me:
◈ If I was forced to be something I am not...
❝The Beautiful Truth❞
In my heart I desire one who sees me as I am, not as who I seem to be.
And I still have secrets, I won’t tell...
₪ I know not what I seek, just where I am. The world will never seem to me more than a ball of dirt until someone shows me the way...and I am secretly and subconsciously looking for that person....
My favorite color is black
Oh yeah! I almost forgot If you anger me, I'll slit your throat...
Peepsickle
 FeedLad · Sun Nov 08, 2009 @ 01:48am · 0 Comments |
