Thérella

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I taste your sorrow and you taste my pain; Drawn to each other for every stain; Licking the layers of soot from your skin; Your tears work my crust to let yourself in. Touching you harder, Touching you harder now. ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ The Observation~ "When I first saw the female, shadows seemed to follow her wherever she went. Twisting and turning, to my eyes they seemed deeper and darker than those of other creatures, slithering along her fringes where fabric met flesh. Having piqued my curiosity, I decided to observe this dainty little thing for a while. She was a dark-eyed beauty in possession of a delightful, light-gray complexion, like that of smoke from a dying fire. Soot-black hair spilled gently down past her shoulders, leaving a few stray strands to frame a pleasing face. It was easy to see that the female was well-groomed and of a delicate composure, and she stood rather short for a human. Yet for all her grace, I had my doubts she was of the elven folk. As I continued to drink in her view, hoping to quench my thirst of her statuesque bearings, I could not help but notice the suggestive sway of her slim hips as she seemed to glide so smoothly and elegantly along. Gazing further still, I took note of her robe slipping up in all the right places, tantalizingly revealing more of that velvet-gray flesh that my hands had begun to crave. After a while her own darkened stare began to wander, and when she finally spotted me across the crowd, my heart skipped a beat as her mouth slowly curled into a coy smile. With that small, alluring curve of her lips, there was no doubt I had been caught and that she knew I had shamelessly observed her. Following her small gesture of appreciation, she faded from sight, lost in the crowd and lost to me. While it has been many cycles since I last saw her, she remains securely nestled among my thoughts; a delicious plague that lingers in my mind and upon my canvas as grain by grain filters through the hourglass. I find myself completely at her mercy, dissatisfied, and I fear that henceforth there's naught but a downward spiral for me." ~ Sevrous de Vere, artist and painter. --,--'--<<@  --,--'--<<@  --,--'--<<@ The Brief~ She is: Thérella Gender: Female Profession: Eliminator Apparent Age: Youthful Race: Shadar-Kai (Shadow Fey) The Visual~ Height: 5'2" Weight: 98lbs Hair Color: Soot Black Eye Color:  Liquid Black (no whites) Skin Color:  Smoke-Like Gray Build:  Slender, graceful, willowy The Traits~ Endless eyes of a liquid black. Chimney soot-black, silky mane. Eerie kinship with the shadows. Beware of sharp thorns, hooks and barbs. Uncanny ability to disappear in a crowd. Long needles fixing a bracer to her arm. A smile like no other, made up by dark promises. During emotional extremes, shadows 'bleed' from her flesh. The Themes~ Apocalyptica: Cohkka Pain of Salvation: Ashes Aythis: A Solace of Violence Pain of Salvation: Where It Hurts Nine Inch Nails: Beautiful Nightmare Deadly Circus Fire: In Darkness We Trust The OOC~ I'm very tell-friendly so if you have a question or want to set up some RP, feel free to poke me. Here mainly for creative character development and story-driven roleplay.
Player:	The Lies I Sire
Gender (Visually):	Female
Race (Visually):	Elf