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A questionare of one of my characters that I posted perviously on my Deviantart account. I decided to post it here as well to have some form of an update on this.

1. What is your character's name?
Asphodel Romanticide

2. What is your character's name in another language?
Celebriän Silimaurë in Elvish

3. How old is he/she?
She's 24 (in human years)

4. What is your character's race/species?
Light Mage/Shapeshifter -->(Celtic Fox/White Tail Doe prime shifts)

5. Does he/she have a crush?
*glances at a glaring and blushing Asphodel* She refuses to answer this and will hurt you if you ask again.

6. Do they have many friends?
Yes, in her own world...However, she's more close to two in another.

7. What planet is your character from?
From a more advanced version of Earth though it's resemblence and perspective are closely related to Cowboy BeBop.

8. Does your character like to eat?
Yes, but not to much.

9. What's his/her favorite food?
Red Apples with Cinnamon

10. What's his/her favorite drink?
She enjoys Tea and certain Wines.

11. Is your character annoying?
No, but piss her off and she'll make sure she bugs the shit out of you.

13. Is your character loved?
She refuses to admit it...but, Yes, she is.

14. Is your character hated?

15. Is she/he emo/goth?
No, she just has her depressed days.

16. Is she/he straight, bisexual, or gay?
She's straight.

17. Is she/he a virgin?
*glances again at the blushing and glaring Asphodel* Yeah, but there are those cases where she almost had it taken.

18. Name 3 hobbies:
1. Singing (at least when no one's there...She won't admit she has a pretty voice -.-)
2. Magic Practicing
3. Star Gazing

19. Is your character normal?
*arches brow* What is this "Normal" that you speak of?

20. Is your character attractive?
Hmmm... Well, let's see... *counts on fingers* 1. She's pretty and tiny (5'7"). 2. She's got a nice figure. 3. She has nice red lips (in human form). 4. She's got a nice set of big Hooters (in human form).
Hell, I think she's pretty...What about you?

21. How does your character handle emotions?
She's good with them for the most part, however, her curse doesn't permit her control when they go overexcessive.

22. Does your character have other forms?
*rolls eyes* She's a shapeshifter, so, uh, Yeah!

23. Does your character overreact?
Yes, she does have a tendency to do that.

24. Is your character a criminal?
Hmmm...I would suppose, Yes.

25. Does your character go to school?

26. What's his/her IQ?

27. Does your character have a disease/curse?
Yes, she has a curse that forcibly makes her go insane and self-destructive if her emotions are run to high. (In fact, she has the mark of her curse on her neck.)

28. Is your character dead?
No, she's alive...However, something of the sort is coming very soon.

29. Does your character have a family?
Errr...Well, yes, she did but they have all passed. However one of her own, No.

30. Has he/she encountered any tragic times in life?
Yes, a whole bunch.

31. What's the best time in your character's life?
She's still waiting for that to happen...

32. If you could name 1 friend, which would you relate to your character?
Hmmm... *tilts head* I'll have to get back to you on that.

33. Is your character single?
For now... *smirks widely*

34. Has he/she developed any relationships?
Well friendship relations, Yes, but a RELATIONSHIP... *snickers as Asphodel blushes bright pink while turning away angrily with a pout*

35. Does he/she have an element?
Yes, she's a Light Mage.

36. Do you roleplay your character?

37. Do you write about your character?

38. Does your character have a bad temper at times?
Oh Yeah.

39.Does your character get depressed?

40. What's your character's favorite animal?
*falls over laughing wildly* OMG! If I can say this before she kills me... *cracks up* I'm going to say Sekrets or however you spell them!
Asphodel: *forcefully laughs while hand itches towards gun* I'm going to hurt you...

41. Does your character have any fears?
Yes, but she refuses to tell them to you.

42. Does your character have any weaknesses?
Same as the previous answer, people.

43. Does your character look up to anyone?

44. Does your character like music?

45. What's your character's favorite type of music?
Techno, Dance, Pop

46. Is he/she impatient?
At times, depending on the situation.

47. What's something funny about your character?
She's can get turned into a tiny chibi doe or fluffy fox kit

48. Name 5 nicknames.
A-679, Doe, Asp, Kit, My Lovely Wife* (*she hates that one with a passion)

49. Does your character curse?
*laughs to the point of tears* You can't be serious!? Of course she does!

50. This test is over, what does your character have to say?
Asphodel: *blinks softly before giving a tiny yawn* Finally! *turns into Doe form and walks off to go to bed*

Random Thing of My Own: Asphodel's Vampiric Name
Empress of The Night
Known in some parts of the world as:
Nemesis of Wallachia
The Great Archives Record:
Died and rose again in the name of eternal love.

Fallen Chistmas Present

A little short story for the holiday, nothing much in all retrospect. Hope to you all that your Christmas is splendid and that you get what your evil little hearts desired!

World Domination. Oh Yes.

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Average Affair 1

Brief update on what is going to happen with this place.

I'll be continuing to load Shattered Dreams of A Memory here, so no worries on that part. (Chapter 3 is currently in progress as we speak.)
However, I'll be posting a second story on this as well. It'll be a tie between my personal story HeavenCraft and the movie Constantine.

That is all, Thank You!
Everything was still so awkward since he had woken up. It was like he was viewing the world for the first time, and perhaps he was. All of his surroundings seemed so bizarre and foreign to him—nothing holding a familiar note within his mind.
Maybe be had been hit harder than he thought.
Then again he did not even know just what had struck him to cause his case of amnesia. He had been too shy to ask his mother—the word still held a tinge of betrayal in it—about the incident. He was still fearful that questioning would open the scabbed wounds on her.
And he didn’t want to do that to her…She was his mother after all.
“Mother,” his soft voice muttered as he glared at the door.
She had scurried out of the bedroom long ago, squealing in utter delight after he had repeated his own name. He was sure that as of now she was preparing the house for when he exited the “Sky Room”, as he dubbed his quarters. However, he was still quite nervous to venture out and explore the rest of the domain. There was a slight forbidden quality to the idea that kept him firmly planted on the bed.
“You have to go out sometime,” his mind reasoned, “You can’t stay locked away in here forever.”
Actually he could try, but no doubt his mother would find a loophole to him.
He shook his head slowly, berating himself for such thinking, as he shifted towards the edge of bed. There would be no more arguing with himself over such a trivial matter. He had to go look around the house. Perhaps he would find something that would bring a bit of his past back to him.
He simply had to try….

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It felt…Like he was on fire…

Everything burned his body with such sheer brutality; it felt as though he was being cremated alive. All his outer self seemed to be pealing harshly ripped away from his flesh. The fact that his inner workings were wildly reconfiguring only made the pain worse. Bones and tendons were splitting apart -ripping skin- while reattaching in different positions. Some were cracking, resounding like shattered glass, shortening or disappearing.
A bloodcurdling scream escaped his mouth as he twisted his body around, bucking wildly in heart wrenching abandon. Achingly, he arched upwards with his head thrown back –top of his skull against the ground beneath. He could feel chunks of something burning off him; leaving him to shiver violently from the sudden temperature change.
“What the Fuck is going on!?” he roared with a mixture of sobs. Angrily he ran his hands over his sides, ripping more peals of substance off, while leaving diagonal wounds behind.
He screamed again as he thrashed from side to side, his high wails echoing around him.
“Fuck…” he whimpered, “MAKE IT STOP!”

Only descending darkness answered him and all went black….

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The Book Starts...

This entry will give proper explanation for what the purpose of this journal will be from here on. If anything, I will be posting the more "explicit" chapters to stories I will be writing-rather than post them on my deviantart account. This could also serve as a possible art journal, however, that is still yet to be determined.

All I do know is that this place is not for the rather squimish when if comes to the rather "Brutal Human Acts". So as a fair warning, its best to say that if you are not used to Smut or a slight high in Blood... This place is not for you to be looking at. ^^

As for the rest... Enjoy my little Lust-fulls... X3