Du, Du hast [ Du hast mich, Du hast mich. ], Du hast mich gefragt, Du hast mich gefragt,[ Du hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt! ] Willst du, bis der Tod euch scheidet, [ Treu ihr sein für alle Tage? ] -- ★★
xxxxxxxxxxFreedrick "Malice" Constantine
You hate me, You hate me to say, You hate me to say, You hate me to say, I did not obey!://
i am ❝ p l a y i n g ❞ me ⇐
what's the [ n a m e ] of the game?
i'm [ c a l l i n g ] to know the world's true yearning.
one is the [ l o n e l i e s t ] number.
Nineteen and aging. October 13th.
why do you [ p r e s s ] your knees together?
home is where the [ h e a r t ] is.
but still, run it [ b a c k ] again.
shoot up some [ y o u ] in the you of some song.
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dig a ❝ l i t t l e ❞ deeper ⇐
i'm starting with the [ m a n ] in the mirror.
Long raven black hair, the tints of blue seen perfectly in any light, straight and usually thrown forward over her shoulders. Creamy pale skin from head to toe, blue-ish complextion, small dark circles on her eyes. Large bright blue eyes, brightest when she wears grey or on cloudy, rainy days. Slender and fit, long beautiful fingers on soft, perfectly figured hands, nails normally blue. Long smoothe legs, sweetened by thin dancers ankles, tone and sleek. Medium sized feet, with toesnails always painted black or blue. A heart shaped face, small nose, full lips, and dashing eyebrows. Usually wears darker styled clothing, black, grays, and blues. Covers her skin up often, normally wears a black hoodie all hours. Black eyeliner and a light coat of lip gloss is the only enhancement she thows upon herself. Of any jewelery, she wears chokers, over sized necklaces, silver rings, 10G's in her ears, and tight bracelets and wristbands. Most often wears large boots or shoes that weigh you down, plus heels.
you're so vain, you [ p r o l l y ] think this song is about you.
Very quiet in most of her time, yet when she speaks she is brutally honest and sometimes rather cold. If she feels threatened in anyway she tends to lash out verbally, at least at first. If not qwelled at the right time she becomes physically voilent. Not entirely on others, yet on objects, has a tendency to break things. So summed up she has a voilent temper. She is usually seen as the loner type, perposely putting herself away from others, unless they come to her. She has a hard time with socializing and is considered very anti-social. For the best result of her mood, find a day where she is simply not emersed into music, reading, ect. For those are her best approachable days, or even hours.
history, little [ m i s s ] didn't do right.
Her parents had died while she was at the tender age of 7. She was dearly loved by her parents and often spoiled. Her parents ahd spent much time with her before her passing, however, after their death she begged for attention. Sadly, she never got enough. Often ignored as an orphan in a small town of Germany. She grew distant, more nad more, as her days went on. She cried constantly for 2 whole years. Suddenly, she stopped crying.
Now at the age of nine, serarated from all the other children, she spent most of her time in a corner or by a tree, quietly reading to herself. Even her studies were apart form the others. She had actually pushed herself to be different from the others. She was much more intellegant then her fellow orphans. This difference yet gave her a different kind of attention after a long period. Soon one of the older boys would begin mocking her. She ignored the most of it since he did it dsitantly. Then that one day had come.
She was simply writing out an essay that was assigned by one of the sister teachers. The young boy did a horrible thing. He teased at her nonstop for a good minute or two, without even a budge he spilled her ink all over the paper. Even the one dress she was still able to fit into made by her mother. The white dress was no longer as white as it was. She froze, gripping her pen tightly as she shivered, looking down on her dress. The boys laughing had soon turned into wailing at the snap of the pen. She had broke it in half and drove it's end into the boys eye. All screamed as the sisters ran to the scene, pulling young Freedrick off of the boy, her knuckles bloody and bruised from beating him.
After this no one even got near her, they were far too afraid. By the age of 17, without being adopted, she went out on her own. She traveled long distances, rarely helped by strangers, due to her dark appearance. Only one person stuck by her side for a long time, an old love name Vaan. She was happily by him, as much as she could show, yet it all died one day. She was now standing before a white casket, rain covering her as she stared, tears had finally came back to her eyes. Her love had been beaten to death by local gang kids. He had prepared for her, as if he knew something would happen to him. He left all his money and belongings to her in his will. Showing his love and dedication. She left Germany, their home and his belongs, other then a small cross he wore. Leaving across the ocean, she did not ever want to look bakc again. For her broken heart was left behind, and a hate boiled in her now. Freedrick gained and kept a new name, Malice. For the wrath that took over her, was a new force of nature itself...
went and ruined [ a l l ] the true plans.
Her secret is few but great, since the age of 12, she made a ritual for herself. Every other full moon and on her birthday, by the light of a black candles she cuts her wrist adn lets the blood drip onto the petals of roses. Throwing the petals into a bath of rose water, she drowns herself into euphoria, just to keep her sanity. Strangely she has mastered how to keep herself living after each try. She feels as if its a new way of creating herslf, to start again, in a sense : to be reborn.
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nine people's ❝ f a v o u r i t e ❞ thing ⇐
everything's coming up [ r o s e s ] for me and for you.
→Reading
→Music - Mostly heavy German bands
→Going to galleries.
→Singing
→Writing
→Sweets
→Frilled Outfits
→Heavy Shoes
→Blood
→Blogging
it was big and [ u g l y ] and i don't think it liked me.
→Iggnorance
→Pointless Conversation
→HipHop/R&B
→Whiners
→Overly Bright Decor
→High Pitched Voices
→Being Bothered
→Highly Sunny Days
→Over Salted Food
→Messy Areas/Rooms
that was rather [ u n u s u a l ] what did you call it again?
Transformation -Hellish Wolf
With this as her power, she gets animal like traits often, territorial, hearing, sight, and even behavior. Especially when she's angered, she tends to growl, loudly, and very well.
we've all g o t our junk, and my junk is you
........☆Kr-E☆........
 Kr-E · Fri Jan 01, 2010 @ 10:43am · 0 Comments |
