IN ALL MY DREAMS
I DROWN






NAME = Lore
AGE = 5 years
GENDER= female
EYE COLOR= All black; upon closer inspection, there are swirls of dark blue and dark green.

APPEARANCE: 29 in (height) 80 lbs (weight). She is all white, with a brushing of peach across her shoulders. Dainty in appearance, sculpted features, with a long coat typical of the Arctic Wolf breed, but well-muscled and small enough to be agile.

PERSONALITY: She likes to be seen as unthreatening. Is not afraid to try and use charm to get her way. There is a thick wall that she keeps up around her true feelings and thoughts. Thinks that if she acts innocent and naive, it will get her farther. Actually always thinking, planning; she never wants to allow herself to be vulnerable to someone ever again. Is not above manipulating and deceiving her way to the top.
HISTORY: She was in love. Once. When the world was still new. It had turned out to be a lie, and she had left that place behind her; too many memories. She promised to herself then that she would never love again. That she would never trust again. And it was a promise she intended to keep.
IMPRINTABILITY - yes
OOC - yvonne

OOC Information
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SAMPLE:

The world all around had died. It was something to be mourned, but not by her. Never by her. This was the one time she didn’t have to feel alone. It was as if all the scars that disfigured her insides were finally reflected outward. She was bare branches and freezing rain. She was starvation and dying leaves. She was winter in the places she allowed no one to see, but she still managed to smile like the first kiss of summer on your skin. Perhaps that was the greatest thing of all; with the world already dead, she didn’t have to try so hard to pretend like she was alive. She stood there, looking out across the endless white landscape. The sun reflecting off its surface made it sparkle like a thousand shards of glass, almost blinding her.

For a moment, with the land laying comatose before her, she let her mask fall, revealing the broken porcelain underneath. She allowed herself to feel the beginning of remorse. It was a dull ache, starting in her stomach and slowly spreading. It threatened to grow, to engulf her, and she closed her eyes, welcoming that feeling. Pain. Pain was good. Pain was the only emotion she could truly understand, the only constant. It let her know she could still feel. It reminded her why she was here in the first place.

What had she heard this land called within the whispers that dance from tree to tree? She let her lips form the name, but she didn’t say it outloud. Moladion. It was a new start. A new beginning. Once upon a time, that would have excited her. Once upon a time, when she was still young and full of foolish hope. But now…

She did not deny it, not to herself at least. She was empty, oh so hollow, void of all that youth and abandon that had once flowed through her body like blood. What had been left behind was nothing but ash, the embers of promises broken, and a burning need to never let anyone have power, true power, over her again.

If there was one good thing to be said, it was that Lore knew what she wanted because most assuredly, what she wanted was not a good thing.

She took a breath. The air was cold, and it froze her lungs, feeling like sharp needles. When her eyes opened, they were dark voids, ones that you could fall into and drown. It is with a facade that she makes her way forward; stance relaxed as if carefree, a small tilt to her lips, movements almost seductive in the way she slinks.

Are you ready, Lore?, she says in her mind and her inner self gives a long, languid shiver of anticipation.




RULES READ? Yesh
WORD MINIMUM? 200
HOW DID YOU FIND US? adboard
EMAIL: yvonne_likes_cake@gmail.com
CHATANGO: yv0nnee
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BIRTHDAY (month, day) : April 30









LORE