||Lined Up Shot Down||

[PrettyOdd]

Curse that haunts- Lycan
Nicknames- Harlequin Girl
Born of the- Arabian X Mustang Mare
Death comes after life- 6
Height-16.2HH
Home-N/A
Rank-N/A

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There's no escaping,
There's no place to hide.


Temper tells all- No anger nor joy, simple mind control. A strong lust for both blood and torture, twisted but straight as a die. A single look and your under her spell, if looks could kill then well..She hides it greatly, but comes to strike an instant terror is not in sight, she kills with pain and brings awful brutality. Broken legs you hear her whisper, one more cry and you'll be with her. The land of the dead awaits you, run quickly escape me swiftly. The sound she speaks so soft and teasing, words of death which leave you heaving. Heats a pounding, you fear for your life. Lycan will pierce you like a knife. A devilish laugh escapes her lips, killing is a thing which she does best. A poetic tone takes her tongue, such effortlessly beauty be about your wits. For she about shes haunting the night, leaving dead motionless to await the light. Blood stains her body, a lust for such things, the pain awaits as her mind curls and stings. Under a power so bold and so strong a tribal orb which spurs her on.

Locks of lust and more- Black with natural highlights over brute muscle, a white mask shape marking to symbol her two sides.
Scars- She receives no battle scars.
Deformity- A twisted and controlled mind, a lust for blood and death.
Ref-N/A
Eyes- Dark almost black with tints.
Voice/Accent- Hmmm


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Your walking down a horror corridor
Its almost 4 in the morning and your in a nightmare.

Born of the womb and cord-unknown.
Father Figure- Murdered by Lycan
Sexual Orientation- Bi

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Right there is the coroner,
All he wants is to kill you in front of an audience


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I guess I must've killed em.
Very methodical when I slaughter them