∂α∂. wrote: "Damien skipped across the grass, tumbling SOMEHOW right into Luc’s lap.
“Hellooooo, Luci!” He grinned up at him, his ebony hair sprawled everywhere and even falling into his eyes. His ruby eyes pe...""Hello Demon." Luci murmured back with a small but amused and happy grin, his ink pot tipping over and splashing onto the emerald green grass but he didn't really mind since he could always get more. He wrapped an arm around his waist and played with a lock of his hair with his own other hand, letting his book sliding onto the ground next to them. "You look beautiful." He commented, the statement being said whenever he felt like it. However, whenever he felt like it had long since turned into whenever he saw his little demon since it would never be a lie, no matter what Damien was wearing.

ALSO BIRDY YOU CANT TELL ME THAT YOU HAVENT THOUGHT ABOUT CORRINE AND JAY BEING TOGETHER AT LEAST FOR A LITTLE BIT BEFORE REMEMBERING THAT THEY’D PROBABLY KILL EACH OTHER MORE THAN THEY USUALLY DO

"Well good to know then." She said and she wouldn't admit it, but skin contact helped her calm down so she started to relax. "...Sorry about your black eye. I tend to throw punches when I wake up from a bad dream." She shrugged and dug into her pockets, taking out a small vial and pouring the small amount of crystal-clear blue salve on her other hand, applying it to his wounded eye. "I never thought that you could actually get hurt like that." She whispered, the substance cold and smooth on his pale skin, rubbed lightly by her warm fingertips. "Well I guess we're stuck here then, for now at least." She commented a bit obviously but she didn't think it was the worst thing in the world since she wasn't there alone. "Whoever put us here will have more than a few broken limbs though." She added darkly

Ryan stopped losing it for a second to glower over at him, smacking him lightly (...not really lightly but oh well). "How to smack annoying demons." She deadpanned. "Just perfect! Can't you just teleport us out then? You know, with your powers and all?" She asked with an eyebrow raised. She sat quiet for a moment before sighing and gently pulling away his hand. "Does it actually hurt so-called powerful demon man?"

XD Adara is by no means soft or sweet, but I just meant writing the thing
Before for our other RP we just put in anything that came to mind in their character threads

Ryan startled and immediately punched Alastair, putting her hands up in a fighting stance though she was more than half-asleep. "W-What?" She mumbled before rubbing her eyes and realizing where they were. "Ally?" She asked before actually realizing that something was wrong. "WHERE ARE WE?!" She yelled, not remembering how they got there but she was quickly getting pissed off about it and wrestling with the chains holding her down. She looked like a madwoman but that was about the least of her worries as she DID NOT do well whenever capturing was involved. Call it bad memories, call it a phobia but she was getting more freaked out by the second

;-; I need a personality for Adara but I can't think of anythinggggg

Just remaking her
(view spoiler)[“No you need people like me. People you can point your little fingers at and say "That's the bad guy" because it makes you feel superior to us”
Basic Details
Full Name: Adara
* Adara, Arabic/Hebrew, "Noble," "Exalted"
* Valentina, Roman/Latin, "Healthy," "Strong"
* Mars, English, "Marsh," "Roman God of War"
Nickname: Queenie
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Age: 19
Date of Birth: October 28th
Place of Birth: Cynbel castle of Badeux
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio (No one is surprised)
Birthstones: Tourmaline & Opal
Birth Flower: Marigold & Cosmos
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Sexual Orientation: Demi-pan
Relationship Status: Open (For Val if Noodle joins but if not, I guess she's open)
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Occupation: Heir to the throne of Badeux biotch
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Face Claim: Zendaya
Appearance: 
Height: 5'10
Weight: 130lb
Hair: Long and sleek dark brown hair that goes down to a few inches past her shoulder-blades in natural loose curls
Eyes: Dark honey-caramel
Body: Lean and willowy with hidden muscular strength
Voice: Sandra Bullock
Distinguishable Markings: Her inked tattoo on her lower back
Dress Style: Formal outfits such as suits or elegant dresses if she is forced to wear one, but she also wears dark academia clothing with masculine energy since she feels that it fits her well
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Fighting Style: Adara relies primarily on her speed and knowledge of her opponent's weaknesses as her fighting style changes to fit that
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Personality:
Likes:
~ Black coffee
~ War strategy
~ Cats
~ Tiny children
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Dislikes:
~ Most people
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Hobbies & Interests:
Strengths:.
Weaknesses:
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Playlist:
01 ~ Glory and Glore • Lorde
02 ~ R.I.P. 2 My Youth • The Neighborhood
03 ~ Castle • Halsey
04 ~ Mansion • NF, Fleurie
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History: (5+ sentences, include key notes about their family life, childhood, teen years, adulthood).
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Other
Favorite Colors: Red and green
Favorite Flower: Devil's Trumpet (Symbolizes power and caution)
Favorite Foods: Black coffee. Not an actual type of food? Not her problem
Favorite Constellation: Draco
Dreams: To gain the most power and land for her kingdom
Country(Badeux or Aenia): Badeux
Status(queen, prince, etc.): Princess, but she prefers "Heir to the throne"
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Favorite Weapon: Her sharp tongue
Type of Pledge Mage: Fae Pledge Mage (Her wings are a dark blood-red garnet hue) (hide spoiler)]["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

IM NOT A MOD ANYMORE SO I CANTTT

Lucian sat against the trunk off a tall oak tree, brushing the green leaves off of his neat coat. He brushed his sleek black hair back and took out a small slightly worn book with a leather cover, opening it in his dusky hands and taking out a quill and tiny bottle of ink. He dipped the tip of the feathered utensil in, brushing it along the sides of the opening as he began to write. I guess you could call it a diary of sorts, filled with small details of what he experienced, not the whole thing. He felt that it helped him remember more to just write tiny details no matter how unimportant they seemed to be, because of course he'd remember the most important things, so he cares more about the supporting details in his memory.

UHHHHH I DON'T REALLY WANT HER TO HAVE A SISTER