COMMANDING ● NIHILISTIC ● CHARMING ● MANIPULATIVE ● DECEPTIVE ● MYSTERIOUS ● OBSERVANT ● CALCULATING ● ALLURING ● ORNERY ● POSSESSIVE ● SENSITIVE ● FEAR OF VULNERABILITY



gave love 'bout a hundred tries.
just running from the demons in your mind.
then i took yours and made 'em mine.
i didn't notice 'cause my love was blind.

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A ruthless marauder. An uncouth woman with an insatiable appetite to achieve whatever she desires and at any cost, save for those that may make her vulnerable. She plunders the minds of others, molding and shaping interactions with calculated efficiency, sculpting a perfectly woven web of lies and deception until she acquires the focal point of her desires. Collecting individuals into an arsenal, a fleet of statue possessions upon a shelf in which she meticulously polishes. Priming them, toying with their emotions, all for her own conniving amusement and egotistical pride. She grasps at the reins of power, eager to flick her wrist and bend others to her will, as most are simply pawns moved across gameboards in her powerful schemes.

Powerful and uncooperative, she is unwilling to lift a single finger in aiding the drives of anyone else, as she is only willing to serve her own egotistical incentives. She engages in the use of deviant instruments such as seduction and manipulation, utilizing them to her advantage. The girl prides herself in the vicious way she deceives others for her own gain, but her maneuvers are calculating plays pushed across a contrasting chess board. On the rare occasion when she cannot seem to get her way with the articulation of her tongue and the deception of her actions, she’s not quite above laying her fangs into flesh. Albeit her time in the mob, she wasn’t ever quite the brainless animal that charged at anything that moved, and instead followed the principal that the pen is sharper than the sword.

Anger billows shallow beneath the surface— as it always has, ever since the day she saw her father executed. Lingering just out of reach of overthrowing her rationale, it manifests like a darkness, a cascade of shadows. It burns up every inch of her vibrant soul like a seething fleet of insatiable flames, licking away any decency the woman may process. It is the rage in which she is so familiarly acquainted with, the same that both torments whilst driving her insidious arrangements forward into melancholy schemes. It’s always pushed her to overcompensate her actions, unendingly ravenous for the upper hand in any situation, a beast that feeds on power and conquest. Although it is this in which she hides; a mask of control, an insatiable need to dominate like a thirst never to be quenched. Her actions serve as a veil which shields her insecurities, along with the few vulnerabilities her sensitive nature secretly hides.

Strangers seem to find their way into her bed often, but she is not the common whore who’s eager to please anyone. Relationships are an entirely different animal to her, one that she believes wouldn’t serve her well. Offering her insecurities up to another, or the simple ideal of her trust is a fleeting notion not likely to be acquired in this lifetime. Though there are some who may try to unearth her unfeeling dead heart from its cavernous tomb.

She is harsh, brimming with scorn and spite, taking what she can and leaving all twiddling fools behind in her omnipresent wake. She’s not particularly considered evil by nature, but instead is a woman who was ritualistically abused and devoid of childhood innocence, never experiencing a kind touch. Apathetic and cold, she has never known love, acceptance, or kindness. Her heart is buried under a sea of arid sand, should she be found to have one at all.