Eris

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Be still when you have nothing to say;
when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

—― D. H. Lawrence
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Eris
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Race: Garou
Full Name: Eris K. Valentine
Date of Birth: In December
Heritage: Hard to say: Pictish
Occupation: Nothing
Demeanor: Architect
Auspice: Ragabash
Other: Merit: Innocent, Acute hearing, Calm Heart
Apparent Age: 18
Height: 5'0"
What The Doll Is
Overview

Snowbird - Porcelain
There's a place behind a tiny door
Where there are vines and even roses
I collect the thorns so you can feel again
And press them in your skin
And when we start to breath again rolling out
Spiralling down on this planet
The road's just swirling blue
Now you feel it like I do, like I do
Now you feel it like I do, like I do
I swear you stand so still your hands
And fingers made of porcelain and holding me
Frozen


In Keeping Secerts of Silent Earth 3-Coheed and Cambria
A broad incision sits across the evening
The victim to our fathers lost war
The restless children sit and mourn the graves
Of those they've never seen before
Will they be buried here among the dead?
In the silent secret


The pioneers
In dealing with it they march for dawn, of Will and worthy
The truth be told the child was born
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon
And now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon
And now


Awake through motion with curiosity to curtain your first move
Over arms length they'll break protocol
Jealous envy for the youngest one
To be the hero is all I'll ask
Can I be buried here among the dead?
With room to honor me here in the end
You'll be better off too soon
You'll be better off when you get home
....


For you,
I'd do anything just to make you happy, hear you tell me that you’re proud of me
For them,
I'll kill anything cut the throats of babies for them break their hearts for they were them
Waiting for you to say: I love you too


The navigator
The pilot
Her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
The one they call the vision that bears the gift



Will,
Do the children really understand the things you did to them?
And why oh why…
Should they conjure up the will for you my love I would kill him
we're coming home pretty soon
Coming home


In the seventh turning hour
Will the victims shadow fall?
Should the irony grow hungry?
With the victory and all they sought for
We were one among the fence
One among the fence



We're coming home



Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon
And now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon
Tonight

What She Can Do
Appearance Fullmoon.pngFullmoon.pngFullmoon.pngFullmoon.pngMoonsliver.png
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Rage Fullmoon.pngFullmoon.pngFullmoon.pngFullmoon.pngFullmoon.png
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Acute Hearing
Innocent
Calm Heart
What The Doll Knows

Family

  • Ares - You left me....


Pack

  • Russ - What will we do without all our lies? Before I said if you knew the power you had, you'd destroy us. Now I think you do know.. And here I am following you. “It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.” ― Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
  • Hamish - The sweetest poison. Like ambrosia on the lips you'll always ask for more. The Wyrm that eats itself. “And falling's just another way to fly.” ― Emilie Autumn
  • Kurt - Snakeoil in velvet. Dark rich velvet you can get lost in and be blinded to all the selfish little pricks. Eldest Brother. “Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.” ― Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls

Playing House

  • Van - Husband and no different than everyone else. Left for greener balefire. Gone. - “You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.” ― Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls But if you really loved me You would've endured my world
  • Carver - Little Prince; distant and different. Always a constant. - “I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.” ― Emilie Autumn,
  • Gray Worm - Don't come back this time. We'll both regret it. “There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.” ― Emilie Autumn[1]
  • Bayne - Poof in a puff of logic.
  • Harano - Not sure. You're like a time bomb. That's ..not a good thing. Welcome to being the bottom of the totem pole.
  • Amy Clearson - You were a stupid bitch who was bad at lying. Really bad.
  • Wormwood - You're a disgusting piece of filth fit only for your race. But for one of your race..you're...tolerable.
  • Marcus - Arrogant prick.. And a charmer. I can see why Hamish keeps you around.

Naughty Things: Don't Touch

Other Playthings

Fragile

What People Have to Say
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Random Chaos
She's not there

I believe that we'll conceive, to make in hell for us a heaven.

She gets everything she wants, She gets everything for free, She will fuck up your whole life, With her little Gucci coochie

What The Doll Says
“I can explain myself: If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street. <I’m not joking. You’ve been told to look both ways before crossing the street, and the sidewalk is your friend, right?
Wrong.
I’ve spent years walking sidewalks at night. I’ve looked around me when it was dark, when there were men following me, creeping out of alleyways, attempting to goad me into speaking to them and shouting obscenities at me when I wouldn’t, and I suddenly realised that the only place left to go was the middle of street. But why would I risk it? Because the odds are in my favour. In the States, someone is killed in a car accident on average every 12.5 minutes, while someone is raped on average every 2.5 minutes. Even when factoring in that, one, I am generously including ALL car-related accidents and not just those involving accidents, and two, that the vast majorities of rapes still go unreported […] And, thus, this is now the way I live my life: out in the open, in the middle of everything, because the middle of the street is actually the safest place to walk.”
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls



Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems


So your flesh shall be part of mine; And part of mine be yours. Brother and sister we shall be; Whose unity endures. Always the sister doll will cry, Made in these careful ways, Cry on and on, Come back to me, Come back, in a few days.
William Empson


Blessed be Providence which has given to each his toy: the doll to the child, the child to the woman, the woman to the man, the man to the devil!
Victor Hugo


I once had a sweet little doll, dears, / The prettiest doll in the world.
Charles Kingsley quotes


It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls


And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself.
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls


Some are born mad, some achieve madness, and some have madness thrust upon 'em.
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
Nice Things
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Broken Doll
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How To Meet

Were

  • Scentless, Soundless, a Ragabash.
  • Pure Bred pict
  • Spiral - although finding that out is a feat unless you're in her Pit.
  • Spirit savvy

Mortal

  • Young and innocent looking. CoEd maybe?
  • Ozarks accent.
  • Goes by Katya.
  • Owns a Vineyard and a natural Organic Beauty Line.

Other

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What the Doll Looks Like
Doll pretty; like those fine dolls made for adults rather than children. Petite and breakable with skin of porcelain and ever so delicate features. A slender throat wrapped in various jewelries; always tasteful and complimenting her attire du jur. Typically wears clothing that is fitted; emphasizing the long lean line of her frame and the easy rolling walk that is equally slinky in Vans as it is in heels. Long fingers have long but rounded nails which show signs of a professional gel manicure. She is a young woman obviously, but seems to play up on the lithe silhouette that nature graced her with. Sometimes she has snow pale hair that crowns her, sometimes she has an inky abyssal black that contrasts sharply against parchment pale skin. It is always spidersilk soft and hanging in a fringe of bangs around her lovely innocent face. Her hairstyles vary in length as well as colour but it is always meticulously maintained. Her eyes are wide in her face under prettily arched brows and fringed by a thick lattice of lashes that can't be at all real. Staring out from the shadows of the feathery fringe are shining clear pale blue-violet. Moon colored eyes that search faces with a curious naivety. Her cheekbones are fine and arched framing a sensual bowtie pout. Her cheeks hold the softest hint of color, a shade of shell pink or a luscious deep red.
Noises

Want

I want to see you insert yourself into glory.
I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been.
I want you to watch when I go down in flames.
I want a list of atrocities done in your name.
I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back.
I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer.
I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open.
I want to taste my own kind.


Rev 22:20

'Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin' to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike
She'll eat you alive

Jesus is risen, it's no surprise
Even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs
The pressure is building at the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again then I'm gonna lie, lie, lie


Off to the Races

My old man is a tough man but
He's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar black soul
He doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life
In fact he says he thinks it's why he might like about me
Admires me, the way I roll like a Rolling stone

Likes to watch me in the glass room bathroom, Chateau Marmont
Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup
Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac
Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him


Here we are Juggernaut -

We were stupid, we got caught
But nothing matters anymore
So what?
Here we are, juggernaut,
Juggernaut

So let's hang us a hangman, we'll bury our burdens in blood
(Oh no) Oh so hang us a hangman, we'll bury our burdens in blood
Become stronger, juggernaut.


Pet

Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

Forty Six & 2 - Tool

I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.

I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.


Professional Greifers - DeadMau5

I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights and the siren she says
We got machines but the kids got Jesus
We like to move like we both don't need this

God can’t hear you,
They won't fight you
Watch them build a friend just like you
Morning sickness, XYZ
Teenage girls with ESP

Give me the sound to see
Another world outside that’s full of all the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to bleed
Another world outside that’s full of all the awful things that I made

We like to dance but the dead go faster
Turn up the slam/hound/bar/code/blast/her
We want the cash or the junk you’re after
Rez-up control for the mix tape master

Cell-correction
Mass dissection
Death-squad brats are in detention
Morning sickness, XYZ
Boys with bombs in NM///

Carbon-lacing
Spent shell-casingsPhotographs that I’m erasing
Bonus lives with pixel-screams
Girls with guns on LSD

Cell-infection,
Mass-destruction
Program for the final function
Lab-rat king, rescue team
Save me from the next life

Give me the sound, to see
Another world outside that’s full of all the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to bleed
Another world outside that’s full of all the awful things that I made

'Cause we are the last disease
Another broken life that’s full of all the awful things that I made
And we got the eyes to see
Another broken life that’s full of all the awful things that are made.
Roleplay Logs By OOC Posting Date
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