Post by VALYNTINE. on Jan 17, 2011 11:06:42 GMT -5
[/color]VALYNTINE ,
. { RANCOROUS } . { ATRAMENTOUS } . { VEXATIOUS } . { DEMONIAC } .
(( SEVEN )) , (( FEMALE )) , (( DEATH )) , (( THOROUGHBRED x TOXIC PAINT ))
dress me up ♥ never before would you expect such a malicious animal to be so damned beautiful. with a leggy, lean frame that stands at sixteen two and weighs around thirteen hundred pounds, valyntine has the physical structure that would draw your're eye instantly. thats even without the pelt color and markings. her base color is ivory, that is the color of snow. maybe even a more pure white than that. her optics are the color of the most beautiful onyx you could find, a deep dark color that stands out upon her face. on her shoulder, she is decorated with a large 'x' that is also the color of blood. the only thing that makes the 'x' so odd, is that one of the slashes is longer than the other. instead of having the grey and black points like normal alabaster equines, valyntine has dusty shades of red decorating her muzzle and shins. The only thing that stayed normal was the obsidean color of her hooves.
play with me ♥ if the description of her in only a few words wasn't enough for you, you can have it here too, only in greater detail. lets go in order so you can get the full effect of what this rip is really like. rancorous is another word for evil. it only makes tilt your head a bit and wonder what that really means, right? well, thats all valyntine is, from the inside and out. you can see it in her eyes and you can feel it in the air the closer you get to her. every word that leaves her lips drips with venom and burns your ears like acid. pure, deep, and practiced evil. atramentous. another word for dark. this describes what dwells within her mind. inky darkness that infects her being like plaque, killing everything that might have been good within her soul. it reflects in her deep within her midnight eyes. vexatious. another meaning for being mean. of course, that is what she is, like ive told you for the past two words. she hates everything with a passion that overwhelms her and rips apart her heart and mind everytime she thinks about it. there is no room for kindness nor love within her. there is no room for any emotion besides hate in her, because its filled her to the brim and shes overflowing with it. demoniac. im sure you can guess what comes from this word, but in case your mind is a little too small and hasn't expanded that far with vocabulary, it means cruel. torturous. if you give her the chance to reach within you're mind and grab ahold of something, shes going to pluck that string until you die from the pain alone. maybe its because you've screamed so much you can't get any oxygen through you're raw throat. its how she works, its how she plays. you're a fool if you decide to step inside and play her game because you will never win.
ripped in half ♥ why would i be good enough to play this role? for many reasons. im good at this. im good at making an equine seem so meffed up in the head, it might make the other people i write with think that im a psycho path and i need guidance before i go on a mass murder rampage. well, its not going to happen, just saying because im not insane, im just good at it. if you haven't found that out by now, you might want to go re-read what i just wrote and think again.
take a look ♥ funny how when i was born, they wanted to kill me but couldn't bring themselves to do it. the look on their faces when i opened my black eyes and stared at them they were terrified of me the instant they met my gaze. i wanted to kill them all for running from me. esepcially my mother who was the reason i was born this way. she was the toxic paint in the relationship. my father only a full of hate thoroughbred with the power of lighting you up like a christmas tree. my mother held the true power, the true hatred, but she ran like the rest. horrified at what had just came out of her. well, mommy, if you would have kept your legs closed you might not have given the rest of the world a reason to stay awak at night.
producers of hell ♥ mommy - toxic paint - death.
daddy - thoroughbred - fire.
meeting the puppeter ♥ well, my names chelsea, you guys can just call me val, valy, or whatever floats your boat. im sixteen years old and have been role-playing since i was like... ten i think? so six years and boy if you would have seen the crap i wrote when i started out, you'd laugh until you turned blue. i found you guys from the wonerful sight Arcane V2 and im glad i did. i think im going to like it here.
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