sucre'd fiend’s Comments (group member since Oct 20, 2015)

______________________ ( zhura parati ) ______________________

●●● female, twenty-two, bisexual, half-breed, ashley smith ●●●

_____________ ( ♔ personality ♔ ) _____________

While everyone has always believed that a woman with a gap-tooth has the sexuality an experience to match, but that seems to be a belief held to literature and in the minds of many. Zhura, on the other hand, has fully embraced that. You could call her a harlot, you could call her a slut. But she will always tell others that she just enjoys the company of others. And yes, they might end up without any clothes on, but that's all just a fun side effect. Everyone, however, can agree that she's an uncontrollable user of narcotics within this day and age. It's not common for her to be sober, and it's evident in the near-permanent slur her voice holds. She can be seen stumbling about her daily tasks, which most find highly unusual in her situations.

However, Zhura's drug use is no more than an escape. That's what she is: an escapist. To fall away from reality is perhaps what she would love to do most. She stopped feeling like the world was meant for her when people started thinking of her as something other than a person, as a thing of prophecy. Which, she would love to have nothing to do with, and be on her merry way. It doesn't make her feel any more important to have something like that weighing over her head. After all, there were four others who would likely be more loved, more revered than she.

_____________ ( ♔ biography ♔ ) _____________

Among the many things that Zhura has questioned, the prime and chief thing was why she was even born. Why was she like this? How could she change? Her birth was her damning, and she knew before she really understood. Her older sister was always a source of comfort, but as the years flew by, she began to despise her place in the family. She began to despise herself, even. What was the point of their existence if everyone around them hated them? They could scarcely breathe without someone being offended in some way, and Zhura hated it all. So, she began to distance herself from her sisters and from others.

Her isolation lead to a loneliness that she could never fill. She grew cold like ice, and so she smiled at anyone she thought could warm her.