Issa Ta
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"I hear your lies.
I see your heresy." One glance at the layers of runic graffiti covering every inch of her skin is enough to suggest something is wrong. One look into her featureless black eyes is enough to confirm. She is no longer drow. This is something unholy. Reading. Writing. Seeing and Disbelieving. This scribe of Fates etches upon the heart of the unfaithful a new pattern, hoping for improved perfection, a portended inflection. A New Spring. Sight blinded by the many empty windows into other souls staring back in contempt, Issa squints instead into Fate's thicket threads wound about the wanderer and revealed in the silver-backed cards she keeps. With eyes of a stolen angel and a deck of fated mirrors, Issa sees what is and what may yet be. For a modest offering, she might even be induced to reveal as much to another. Welcome, abyss gazer, gazed upon in turn. [The Story] War. War hungers. With a thirst for blood, a famine for the flesh of the innocent and idealistic. War never stopped feeding. She wasn't a she, she was an it, a machine, a will, an extension of the power to unmake - so much unmade, deconstructed by the Word, left to fertile ruin. A world reborn in fire. A fire that refused to die. Burning. Still flickering, still crawling with the bright ants of hate across the ember of her soul. Her soul that wouldn't just lay down and rest. Eventually she learned to shut out the world outside, embracing the visions in her head as the landscape faded into the everdark fog. Like beings of light wading through the deathmist, strangers began silently to call out to her the longer she dwelt in shade, the further she descended into darkness. Behind her veil, robbed of the illusions of the waking world, Isabella learned to orient herself towards the lone lanterns left her, trailing after others as she listened to the bright lights twisting in their wake. From those blinding threads' whispering light she found again the road laid before her feet, leading back to the land of the living- to their pains and their aches, their minuscule concerns and self-obsessions. The shimmering path beckoned and she let herself follow, hoping to finally drown in the light those last hints of burning illumination remaining within herself. Yet in their studious joie de vivre, she found in mortalkind only more kindling for the undying flame; reflected emotions like a memory stirred, the flickering of lastnight's re-livened coals stoked anew. In the hours she was alone the dark still crowded close. She wasn't sure she didn't prefer it so, if she still really preferred anything anymore. Even that had become a reflection, a mirror chamber around the last spark that was her own. The dimmer the world without became, the brighter became her own last ember in the void- yet no sooner had her mind's eye adjusted to her sedate, crawling heat in the dark than came along the fiery torch of another passing mortal, and the silvered mirrors just as quickly took up the new tempo of the ephemeral light. Was each Fate glimpsed another log upon the fire of a fading soul? Even she could not know, existing merely in the moments from one flash to the next- burning away in consumptive reflection of others' bright beacons, only herself in the yawning silence of the lacuna between. In that blessed silence she could still feel the impression of herself against her skull, like the after-image of staring into a light revoked, leaving her to herself in the darkness, waiting. Hungry. [The Gist] Card Reader Fortune Teller Corrupted Drow Heavy Metal Ooze Cruel Mistress Slave to Love [Lights] Creative Companionship. Thoughtful Interaction. Descriptive Roleplay. Paying for a Reading. Patience. Issa seldom selects sexual partners, being most particular in those she does. Issa is attracted to fertile women, and cocks, and also women with cocks. Dangerous beasts and outsiders with aggressive appendages may also apply. Issa is ..almost.. exclusively dominant, enjoying themes of corruption, mind-control, objectification and bimbofication with the few lucky servants to enter her bedroom. Issa's oral-fixation is real, as is her amusement with games involving restraints. Possessed of a keen mind and a towering ego, yet few emotions beyond what she can mirror in others- she doesn't expect to find a serious contender for anything like honest affection.. although it is possible a woman possessed of intelligence and patience in sufficient quantity might conceivably draw Issa's romantic interest. Customers and pawns will have to suffice until then. Undescriptive Roleplay. Sex Without Chemistry. Not Paying for a Reading. Dubious & Non-Consent. Undescriptive Erotic Roleplay. Requests for Erotic Roleplay. Guilt-Tripping & Out-of-Character Dramatics. Anything Against the Rules. Waste Materia. First-Person Roleplay. Hypercock. Eagerly-Submissive Men. Maiming, Gore. Blank Character Description. Willful lack of roleplay etiquette. Mistaking in-character card readings for out-of-character tarot predictions. Impatience. [Roleplay Considerations] - Happy to wait for extensive writing. - Unhappy to wait for brief, repetitive or undescriptive replies. - I prefer to follow where the roleplay leads over pre-arranging scenes. If you wish to roleplay, please approach. Tells are okay too. - Tell friendly while idling in the OOC room, but probably AFK. |
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| Player: | Kintsugi Doll |
| Gender (Visually): | Female |
| Race (Visually): | Human |