Posts by Vibrance

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style:; font-size: 14px; color: white; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 9px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]“If you treat an individual as he is, he will remain how he is. But if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.” [/fancypost]
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    "It's your home, do with the lights as you please," Leonard answered smoothly.


    He glanced the wall while noting the photo's of several people on the wall and the smile on his lips grew slightly wider. "Well, Dawn. I wouldn't be here if you weren't impressive. You're extremely clever, pretty, and even a bit funny. Everyone at work describes you as a monster, but honestly, I'd probably kill someone too if they thought it was alright too treat me like a rabid animal." Leonardo moved his head too face her once more and winked with that dazzling grin. His eyes were pools of liquid gold, and sparkled with a mix of mischief and warmth. He wasn't scared of her. He honestly just wanted to befriend her.


    That was what was different Leonard. He didn't care that she a bloody history, she wasn't the first killer he'd met. While it was sad, that was the past and that was where it would stay.
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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh


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    Leonard stopped smiling, amusement in his eyes as he dropped his jaw in fake shock. Trying his hardest not to laugh as he stared at her in fake shock. Not that his acting skills were any good, he just looked a bit dorky but you could see why people liked him. The male kept that face for a brief period. "I... I am so sorry. I hope I haven't disrespected your race with any of my words." He bowed his head in apology immediately however his mind was racing with absolute excitement, joy, and pride.


    He looked up and laughed easily. "Yeah, let me rephrase that; You are more than just a bit funny. So what about me? Am I worthy of your time?"
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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh


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    "Luckily, I can handle quite a bit of pain," were the words that flowed easily from Leo's mouth.


    That was a very true statement, Leo worked on a ranch. He's fallen from five feet whilst going over thirty miles per hour, had his foot stomped on by half ton animals, he's been slammed up against a wall, punched, kicked, and even stabbed once in accordance of wild rages that sparked through the minds of various individuals. This man could indeed handle quite a bit of pain. That was part of the reason he wasn't scared, there wasn't a point. If Leonard wasn't here, he'd be a five hour flight away where he could receive a different kind of pain.


    He stretched his limbs slowly before nodding. "I'm glad I have the lovely, Dawn Dryden's, stamp of approval. Do I get a prize?" He joked with her ever so lightly before standing up. "Oh, and are you hungry per any chance?"
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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh


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    In a fluid motion, Leonard, pushed himself up from the bed, and stood. He gave her a thumbs up as he walked off towards the small kitchen that they had locked away from her, so he slipped a key from his pocket and unlocked the door shaking his head. He really had to bargain for some more leeway for her. They left small snacks in the room but left the kitchen locked.


    He had noticed her slightly violent tendencies, but what could he do about them for now? He hadn't begun work so he wasn't about too start pushing her to quit said habit's suddenly without an outlet.


    "Since it's morning, I suppose I can make some eggs, bacon, and toast. We can sprinkle on the despair of all those doctors on the wall if you'd like." He turned his head and winked before beckoning with his hand. "So, there's probably a thousand reasons they locked the kitchen away from you but for today you are going to join me and not stab me in the back."
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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh


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    "Shockingly, a lot." The male held up a handful of keys hooked on a small chain and shrugged. Each ring had a small ribbon tied to them in various colors for identification. After a moment he hooked them back into his jeans before he filed through the fridge for some of the ingredients. Laying them out a counter while he scavenged around for what he needed. Completely putting his trust in Dawn. He would take her word for it.


    "I have all the key's for this lovely house, and some for the main facility, than my own keys for my house and some barn keys, as well... Do you like animals?" Leonard rambled as hunted before he thought about it. He'd love to take her on a trip or two. He wasn't allowed too let her out of the house yet, but he was working in that as well. He'd find a way to get permission to go explore the city with him. It would be fun, they could go hiking, or shopping, he could teach her how to ride on one of his horses that he had brought down with him. Activities and plans bubbled in his head.


    While he began to turn on the stove and frying bacon in the skillet. "How do you like your eggs, Dawn?"



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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh


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    "Exactly. Only I don't have any gators, but I do have horses." The male tossed the bacon on two plates with ease before he began to strain the bacon grease into a mason jar, which he shoved in the fridge. He than started on the eggs with the same ease proving that he had cooked before and often as well. He glanced at her and slipped his cell out of his pocket, and slipped through photo's. There were three horses standing in a paddock, fully groomed and sparkling as the grazed. One looked up towards the camera with ears pricked forward, a handsome horse with a light dun coloring and white patches. There was a pretty, palomino mare grazing near the dun, right next too a solid, lank chestnut. They were beautiful and peaceful in the photo he managed to take the other night. They had settled in, and he was quite pleased.


    "Well, would you like to meet them one day? I have a cat... and some chickens too. "



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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style:; font-size: 14px; color: white; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 9px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]“If you treat an individual as he is, he will remain how he is. But if you treat him as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.” [/fancypost]
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    His eyes warmed at her look of excitement and he nodded, while pulling back his phone and dumping the eggs on their respective plates. He had popped some toast into a toaster just seconds before and quickly fled towards the fridge. "Milk, Orange Juice, Water... Which would you like to drink M'lady?"


    Leonardo pulled the orange juice from the fridge, and turned his golden gaze straight towards her. He had no qualms with the powerful intensity of his gaze. He was a firm believer that the eyes were a window to the soul. His eyes, were full of passion, excitement, strength, and warmth. He loved the golden pools that sparkled in the sunlight.


    So he watched her distraction, ignoring the flickering lights. He didn't want to disturb her fun after all.


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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh


    -My turn to apologize. I'm a bit busy as well, I'm trying to get ready for a trip on Saturday. I may have a bit trouble replying till Sunday. I'll try my best to respond at least once or twice a day.


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    "Well, I was told many times that all you need is love."
    He hunted the fridge for something to create chocolate milk and by the luck of the heavens he found some chocolate syrup and grinned. He snagged the milk and syrup with ease before he grabbed a spoon and began to stir the bitter sweet luxury and milk inside a glass. He pulled away, before making himself some as well.


    Instant gratitude in his mind for Dawn who had somehow managed to add such a splendid option. Chocolate is a perfect food, as wholesome as it is delicious, a beneficent restorer of exhausted power...it is the best friend of those engaged in literary pursuits. Chocolate milk which was a delicious drink option that could be enjoyed at most times of the day. A human luxury to be enjoyed, and honored.


    "But, a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt." He placed the cartons and spoils away, throwing away any bits of trash before he held out a plate and cup for Dawn. "Your meal is ready, Princess."


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    [font=georgia][size=6pt][color=white](c)[color=black]la bokeh

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    [b]∘FULL NAME∘

    Leomaris Gal




    ∘NICKNAMES∘
    Leo, Mar




    ∘BIOLOGICAL SEX∘
    Male




    ∘SEXUALITY∘
    Pansexual




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    ∘HEIGHT/WEIGHT∘
    He is a nice 6'3" Feet tall, weighing in at about 147 Pounds.




    ∘HAIR TYPE∘
    He has very soft, and lush hair when clean, but it often takes a slightly rougher feel due to sea salt, and ocean water.
    hair color: His hair is a darkish brown but has flecks of natural blonde, and light brown highlights.
    hair length: His hair isn't particularly long.




    ∘EYE SHAPE∘
    The male has kind eyes
    eye color: A stunning mix of blue and green, he has eyes that match ocean water.




    ∘SKIN TONE∘
    Tan




    ∘BODY BUILD∘
    Athletic, muscular but not bulky.




    ∘BODY MODIFICATIONS∘
    answer here




    ∘CLOTHING TYPE∘
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    ∘SHORT PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION∘
    A male passionate about marine biology, and the many animals in and out of the sea can only be described as inspiring. He's a passionate, and kind person with many goals and the mindset that allows him to not only help himself but other's. He's an outstanding guy with many friends but he has his own secrets that he isn't exactly keen to share.




    ∘POSITIVE TRAITS∘
    Kind, Charismatic, Friendly, Passionate, Hard-working, Responsible, Intelligent, Funny.




    ∘NEGATIVE TRAITS∘
    Secretive, Stubborn, Skittish, Impersonal, blunt.




    ∘LIKES∘
    The ocean, animals, being near the sea, swimming, singing, studying, working with marine animals, Legos, Mocha's.




    ∘DISLIKES∘
    Being forced into situations, yelling, large cities, cigarettes, peeling shrimp, Group dates, Malls, taking shots.




    ∘STRENGTHS∘
    Swimming, Marine biology, teaching.




    ∘WEAKNESSES∘
    Making friends, getting close to others.




    ∘FEARS/PHOBIAS∘
    -Scared to loose his job.
    -He's scared of being in a relationship.(Doesn't want to get hurt.)
    -Being stuck, or forced still.




    ∘DREAMS/GOALS∘
    He wishes to stay by the water, and learn more about the ocean.




    ∘HABITS∘
    -Often flocks to some sort of water source.
    -Talks to himself, or animals.
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    ∘PET PEEVES∘
    Being rudely interrupted.
    Getting poked.
    Cheek pinching.
    Pen tapping.







    ∘HOBBIES∘
    Swimming, Surfing, Studying, working with the marine animals at work.




    ∘TALENTS∘
    Singing, Swimming, and Cooking.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    ∘HISTORY∘
    From birth to around eight years old, Leomaris was raised in an abusive household. His ruthless father would often get mad, and poor Leo ended up paying through the extravagant torture of being locked away inside a truck for hours a day. Even when he tried his hardest to behave it didn't seem to help his father from catching something to be angered about. His meek mother never did help, too scared to do anything, and when she did, his father ended up dead.
    A fear was than instilled as his mother hugged him with blood on her hands and his dad's body on the floor. He grew scared to get close to other's.
    He remained mute for the entire time he was placed in the foster system.
    At eleven years old he was adopted by the gals, and he grew out of his shell somewhat. He began speaking and grew a fondness for the ocean that served as his homes backyard. He took great care to make sure his new little sister's were always happy and taken care of, putting their needs above his own.
    He received a decent education, ended up in college for marine science and he studied a bit of nursing and healthcare as well. When he got out of college he moved to California, on his adopted parents recommendation and now lives in a small house near the beach.
    ∘HOMETOWN∘
    Florida




    ∘CURRENT LIVING SPACE/CITY∘
    California




    ∘PARENTS∘
    Birth Mother: Abraham
    Birth Father: Sara




    Adopted by Richard and Abigail Gal




    ∘SIBLINGS∘
    Faith & Hope Gal (17 Year old Twins




    ∘CHILDREN∘
    N/A




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    ∘RELATIONSHIP STATUS∘
    Single




    ∘LOVE INTEREST(S)∘
    Soon to be Indila




    ∘BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND∘
    xxx




    ∘SPOUSE∘
    xxx
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    ∘OTHER INFORMATION∘
    He speaks three languages, English, Spanish, and French.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]

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    //Basics
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    Name: Lilinora
    Quote: Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.


    //Physical
    Gender: Female
    Age: 1752
    Race: Succubus
    Hair Color/Dyes: Silvery tone, with faint platinum highlights.
    Hair Styles: She keeps most of her hair free, but ties some of it into short pigtails with intricate braids.
    Clothing/Armor (Include full body, hats to shoes):[img width=350 height=510]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…b392f8bbde85c16006bbb.jpg[/img]
    Accessories: *Points at outfit photo.*
    Height: 5'6" Ft.
    Weight: 123 Ibs
    Voice Tone and Sound:
    Posture: Very discipline posture, she holds her self upright like a true high class lady.
    Movement Speed: As a woman she's quite dainty, with her demonic traist she's even faster.
    Weapons: [img width=510 height=382]http://kdc.ethernia.net/wp-content/uploads/book-whip.jpg[/img]
    Equipment and Key Items to this character: Nope


    //Mentality
    Current Status: Unknown
    How they Dress (Not what they dress in, but how they dress it.):
    Key Traits: Flirtatious and clever. She is a true and utter enchantress who enjoys toying with others often. She also likes messing with relationships.
    Habits/Quirks: Get's bored and fusses over her nails. She often zones out and back.


    //Life
    Likes: Men, Books, Animals, Sexual energies, Wines, Feathers, Good company, staying clean.
    Dislikes: Boredom, routine, staying inside, being locked up.
    What are they doing the most?: Studying in a library.
    Obsessions: Knowledge, Dreams, and psychology.
    Family: Unknown, it is a regular state for a succubus not too know their family; They are sought out for by other demons because of their beauty and strength and becoming separated is nearly inevitable.
    Friends: She has not been given a chance, she is often underfed by the man who had kidnapped her, he locked her in his library and whenever she does meet someone she can't hold back on feeding for very long, often accidentally killing whoever he chooses too send his way,
    Crushes:
    Spouses/BF/GF:
    Children:


    //Rp specifics:
    (Current) special attacks:


    Pheromone Manipulation-


    Dream Walker -


    Overload: Succubus physiology-


    Magichange:
    Evility: Mind Master- SP Aptitude increased by 60%.


    //Other
    Theme Song:
    Activity Level:
    Muse Level:
    Account Aliases and Preferred names to be called:

    He was dancing with an immortal august woman, who had black lilies in her hair, and her dreamy gestures seemed laden with a wisdom more profound than the darkness that is between star and star, and with a love like the love that breathed upon the waters; and as they danced on and on, the incense drifted over and round the pair , covering them away as in the heart of the world, and ages seemed to pass, and tempests to awake and perish in the folds of their robes and in her heavy hair.


    Suddenly he remembered that her eyelids had never quivered, and that her lilies had not dropped a black petal, or shaken from their places, and understood with a great horror that he danced with one who was more or less than human, and who was drinking up his soul as an ox drinks up a wayside pool; and I he fell, and darkness passed over him.


    The beautiful Succubus sighed wistfully looking at the corpse with saddened eyes, a pout forming on her lips before the woman shock her head. She pulled away and walked swiftly towards a mirror, checking out her appearance before nodding in approval. The woman tapped her cheek softly, running it down her cheek, pausing at her bountiful bosom, continuing down her side and such. She was beautiful, always extremely beautiful.


    Her golden eyes with hints of red glowed with passion and intrigue, but could quickly switch in emotion as she saw fit. Her lips tilted into a smirk before she headed for the library's door which she rapped on twice and it swung open. She nodded at the male servant in greeting before she walked down through the halls in order to attend the party as was requested. 'Watch my new butler, Lilinora, make sure he doesn't get eaten.' She was told in exchange for a night of freedom from her library.


    Her hips swayed lightly with each step letting her aura stretch faintly and basking lightly in the attention she received. Her smile grew wider as her eyes held up a playful fire and her pride was ensured. Lilinora was a powerful secubue despite her young age and she was quite pleased with herself at all times. She was allowed into the party hall upon her arrival and quickly become quite the attention hog, and despite that she scanned for the newcomer. A boy who smelled of mortal blood and he was quickly placed inside her sights. She strode over, glancing at the fox tailed male infront of him.


    "Well, hello there." She greeted in a whimsical tone.


    Some men call her cyanide
    For she'll cause and take your pain.
    To others she's the devil
    Or the quest for true love's bane,
    And, to those less lucky,
    She's called their ball and chain.


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    Her laughter rolled lightly as she reached out to snag the butler's rist, holding back her power with all her force. "No, don't run off now. Fear not, both of you. I made sure to feed before I came. It's rude too dine on guests and servants at a party after all."


    Her beautiful eyes softened, as her smirk faded into a faint, angelic smile. She went from a seductress into an angel in seconds, a bell of the ball. She knew he hadn't the power to run away, and she wasn't about too allow him to leave her sights. Beside's running from a demon could end up a bad idea. You never know who's instincts may be too chase. Even as a succubus, the prey that fought was much more fun to conquer.


    Lilinora, 'the goddess of conquest', 'the queen of romance', and 'the library's lure', had much more fun delving and prodding into people's heads, she liked to dig and push into another being, not just flash them a wink and be done with it. The woman rounded her body, before forcing a link unto Jonathan.


    'Relax. I work for the same man as you. I will be your guardian for tonight,' her voice resounded inside his head. 'I would suggest never running from a demon, they may gladly play chase. My name is Lilinora, succubus, you may call me Lili, or Nora. I am your friend, not your enemy.'

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    "Idiot." She muttered under her breath as she stepped closer towards his side. "Trust me truly, if I wanted you to follow orders without complaint, I would not be having this conversation with you." Lilinora winked at him before taking a glass of liquor from his tray and sighing. "He gave you such a dull job, at least I have a whole magic library under my possession... You should visit some time, I can tutor you..." Her gaze lifted in thought and suddenly she seemed a lot less threatening with Lucca gone.


    She studied her nails glancing at him from the corner of her eyes. Though she was done playing the role of her race mostly, now she suddenly looked incredibly wise and intelligent as she walked forward. Her outfit mesmerizing with shimmery gold and white fabric. The dress fit her every curve snugly and neatly, she was a natural looker even without the Succubus glamor. A youthful woman who held both beauty and brains. A lethal combination naturally leaving people in wonder.


    "So, shall we dance? Or make us some friends, Johnny boy?"

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    Lili narrowed her eyes slightly as she gazed as him before a dangerous smirk lifted on her face. She brushed a strand of hair out of her face before following only slightly behind him, returning her playful, inconspicuous expression while she joined the group glancing at the male curiously. The change in his personality intrigued her, he was brave, and that was the reason she would join his little plan.


    She stretched the mind link once more so she could voice her thoughts only towards him.


    'You have just gained the loyalty of a succubus who could literally kill someone with a wink of her eye. You should be glad I don't like to give up on people when they need someone not to give up on them.'


    Lilinora glanced at the gathered demons with cool eyes. This time personally introducing herself out loud. "My name is, Lilinora, though many call me, 'God of Conquest.' It is is a pleasure." The natural beauty laid her hand upon the top of her chest, just at the point where her bosom started to swell, and drawing attention towards her very race. They would know immediately that she was a succubus, and that she was a powerful one at that. Perfectly capable of taking out everyone in the room if necessary, with her ability to control pheromones.


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    "Only just slightly, I'd be your royal adviser and aide," chirped the handsome male as he placed his own meal in drink in front of her. He placed a fork onto her plate before he himself sat and began to dine.


    He ate patiently and with decent enough manners, but he hardly held a superficial tidiness and order that some people did. Especially those he worked with now, who believed in absolute order and precision. He instead ate like the commoner he was, with manner's just acceptable enough, eating at slightly faster pace than regular, a habit due too his job and never wanting to run late.


    "So, princess, what would you like to do after breakfast?"


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    -Fun fact about me;I don;t like being surrounded by people, and I am so happy to be home from vacation... But now... I get too go on a second trip this Friday... Yay... More people too deal with.

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    "Don't worry so much. I can control pheromones, I have been creating a path straight towards the party hall. The demons we release will have no other desire than to follow that trail. I will also switch up our own pheromones so they don't wish to approach us at all."


    Lilinora suddenly spun on her heel and walked down a corridor, and led the pair through a winding path. Until she reached a cleverly hidden door. It seemed as though they had taken a thousand turns, almost like they were walking through a giant, indoor maze. Her gaze switched back towards Jonathan and nodded. "Inside this room, are some of the most dangerous beasts he possesses. Please remember that they will very likely take pleasure in aiding in Lucard's very demise. No one should trap power's such as these."


    The woman grinned as she tapped the chain on the door, holding it up and shaking her head, before she stepped ack and slammed her foot against it lazily, watching as it snapped and fell on the floor.
    "After you." She winked, placing her hand on his shoulder lightly before she adjusted his very scent and pheromones immediately.