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+ muse what r u doing
the last like... 2 paragraphs r the only ones relevant ok dont feel pressured to match ))
So far, she likes Tybalt. Not in a motherly, sweet, "oh cutie" way, nor a "oh my god he's so hot" way, either, because she feels like she's too old for him. More of a "you're mature, and I think you have a good head on your shoulders, let's be friends" kind of way, but even then, she feels like she's overstepping her boundaries as an adult. Is it weird for an adult to want to be friends with someone so young? He was mature, sure, and he'd seemingly been through a lot, but he couldn't be older than a year. Her son was old enough to be his father, really, but that was a different story.
Maybe he reminded her of herself, in some ways. He was young and had been through some shit. When she was his age, she'd rather be getting drunk and high than be a proper mother to her three children, who she claimed to love so dearly. But back then, she'd wanted nothing to do with them. They'd only been a reminder of what happened to her, of the brutality, of the torture she'd endured at the paws of Lucifer. She'd only been a child herself when it'd happened, so no one blamed her, and if they did, they weren't vocal about it.
Eventually, after her suicide attempt, she'd sobered up, realized something was wrong with her life and the way she lived it, and had done a better job and tried to be a proper mother. That was when her kids were all grown up, however, and she'd missed out, really. But her son didn't seem to blame her. Speaking of Lucifer, he was still torturing her to this day, but not in the same way. He was threatening her, appearing to her in her sleep and in her mind, and speaking to her with his own mind. Maybe he was really there, or maybe she was just crazy, but either way, she had a problem.
At one point, her house had been burned down, with all of her possessions and her familial memorabilia. Since that night, which was only a few days ago, maybe a week, she hadn't been keeping track, she hadn't been sleeping. It only made her paranoia worse, and she knew it, but she also knew that if she slept, he could find her, and he could try to hurt her again. She didn't want to break her promise, which was that sh'ed try her best to stay alive, to stay safe for her family and her son. And even through all of the struggles she was going through at the moment, she couldn't deny that she was trying.
She could relate to him in the sense that she was also a fucking wreck, and a bloody one at that. She's exhausted, grieving, uncomfortable, being tormented, and here she is, sitting, watching the sunset with someone she doesn't even know, and yet she feels peace. It's ridiculous, and she almost laughs at the thought, but it only comes out as a sigh of sorts, but one holding a tone of humour. She doesn't make any noises other than that for a few more moments, before she listens to what he has to say again.
"My mother looked like she was about to die, and my father didn't seem stable. Neither of them recognised me, and I didn't introduce myself. It wasn't time."
She soaks up the words like a sponge, and she frowns, for a moment, unsure of how to respond. His parents don't sound... very loving, but what does she know? She never knew her birth mother, much less her birth father, and her adoptive mother was good, but sometimes she was overbearing. As for her adoptive father, she'd spoken to him once or twice, but he was distant and emotionless, kind of like her big sister. Come to think of it, her family was pretty dysfunctional, and from the sounds of Tybalt's family, so were they. "I'm sorry." She doesn't really know what else to say, and she casts a glance towards him with her pale green eyes, as if checking up on him. He looks the same as he did when she'd approached, but she's hoping for a reaction, something other than the placid expression, unmoving except for when he opened his maw to breath out a puff of smoke.[/size]
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[spoiler=tags, updated nov 1st 2016][justify]GENERAL
☆ Redlipstick Dubois-Vaïnamoïnen Harbringer Xerses
☆ NPC x NPC(Adopted by Clockwork) | Pansexual
☆ Female | Feminine pronouns | Always wearing red scarf
☆ Physically 4.5 years | Mentally around 7 years
☆ Combatant(HP) of BlizzardClan | Immortal
☆ Single | Shares split/cracked soul with Gardeniabloom(dormant)
☆ Played since early 2012 | Soul bound to BlizzardClan
PHYSICAL
☆ Domestic Cat — strong dilute calico with pale green eyes. white wings and venomous fangs, and is never seen without her red scarf, that was given to her by clockwork.
☆ Coyote — a gray-brown male coyote with brown eyes. tall and strong.
POWERS & ABILITIES
☆ All free powers — 1/9 lives.
☆ All elementals — Fire(9/10) is the strongest. Wind, 8/10 mastery. Water, 6/10 mastery. Electricity, 6/10 mastery. Earth, 6/10 mastery.
☆ The Sight — 7/10 mastery.
☆ Super senses — 8/10 mastery.
☆ Telepathy — 6/10 mastery. Doesn't use often.
☆ Memory manip. — 3/10 mastery. Doesn't use often.
☆ Emotion Manip. — 4/10 mastery. Recently discovered, still unstable.
☆ Shapeshifting — 8/10 mastery.
☆ Projection and Manip,. of emotions — 7/10 mastery.
INTERACTION
☆ Physically Extreme | Mentally Hard-Extreme
☆ No Kill | PM/Ask for Capture
☆ Attack in bolded #C80909 or risk being ignored/overlooked
☆ Can powerplay nonviolent/peaceful actions[/justify][/spoiler]