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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 11:21 pm
 ❝ Memento mori ❞ I am Kairu Nicolas Yoru.
But I demand that you call me lust Kai or master. Don't you dare call my Nicolas.
I'm not that old, I am 22 last time I checked...
Are you blind? I'm obviously an incubus or spirit demon... Life energy... Yum.
Here's an easy one, I'm bisexual.
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born October 31st. X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6' 5".
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 160 lbs.
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is a raven blue.
Look closer, my eyes are a medium purple colour.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have a scar around my neck but it's covered by a tattoo. X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with any kind of collar really.
Painted Anything really although I enjoy taming pets as much as I enjoy the affectionate ones.
And a few other things, like any charms X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be flirty and teasing. I enjoy being seductive and getting attention from others. I'm very big flirt. I always toy with my victims and make them think I'll love them and take good care of them when really, I'm the kind who needs to be taken care of. I'm very care free and irresponsible. Every now and then I'd go on feeding rampages because I'd forgotten to feed constantly.
If I grow attached to someone, I'll never let anyone touch them. I would keep that person close to me and make sure they'd never leave me. Since I'm the kind who likes to cuddle, I'd probably cling to them for life... Literally. At first glance I look like I'm bored out of my mind but if you get close enough, I'm a child starving for attention... Also like a cat in some ways. For example, if I'm hungry I might walk right up to you, give you a passionate kiss, and walk away. I'll take what I want and get bored again unless you keep me entertained.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that I'm a purebred Spirit Demon. My parents didn't hang around long. Once I was ten, my parents taught me how to find food sources, then left me on me own. I could take a victim's life energy simply by kissing them. If I went farther and took enough, they dropped dead. Human food wasn't enough for me because I would consume the energy it provided almost right away. Humans seemed to be a much more reasonable food source than human food for me.
As I got older, I learned that I could get away with killing my victims and taking all they had. It always took a while before people began to suspect me of the deaths but once they did, I was already on the move, finding a new home far away from my killed victims. But life got boring quickly. It was hard to find ways to fill up all the pointless gaps I got form being immortal once I grew into an adult. I got sick of living on my own and killing one human after another. I wasn't the type who liked being lonely either. So I considered getting someone to keep me company and maybe supply me with the food source I needed. Someone who wouldn't collapse after one kiss. But I doubted he'd be able to take care of that someone when I could hardly keep myself from starving to death. Even though I'm immortal, I could easily kill myself if I wasn't taking proper care of myself.
On my neck is a tattoo that masks scars that my father placed on my neck when I was young. Every time I had done something father hadn't liked, father would carefully carve a cut into my neck, knowing it would scar me and that in the future, I would remember how many times I'd failed father. When I was older and my parents left, I became more and more ashamed of the scars and covered them with the tattoo of what looked liked a barbwire fence. From far away all you could see was tattoo but once you get closer the scars are easy to make out.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Feeding
ღ Messing with people
ღ Cuddling
ღ Attention
ღ Cute things
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Being left alone
✘ Having my wrongs pointed out
✘ Being messed with
✘ Having things go with wrong way... Which is, not my way
✘ Being unable to achieve a goal X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can I feed off human life energy or lust as I've mentioned before. I'm immortal and my healing along with senses are far advanced beyond a human's. I'm a lot stronger than your average human as well.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Taesty Chicken
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:26 am
 ❝ You can't spell 'slaughter' without 'laughter' ❞ I am Lucille Claire Young
But I will let you call me Project LU.C.Y, Lucy, Claire
I'm not that old, I am Twenty-One
Are you blind? I'm obviously Diclonius
Here's an easy one, I'm Straight, men ensure the survival of my species
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born July 24th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5ft 9
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 115lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Some weird shade of pink
Look closer, my eyes are Crimson
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Multiple injection/IV drip scars along the veins in my arms X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me a Choker
And colored it Red and Black for Lucy, with Green and Dark Blue for Claire
And from it they hung Halo, Sword, Gun and a Crescent Moon for Lucy, with a Ball of String and a Miniature Bed for Claire X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Strange. The odd thing about me is that I have a split personality. There's Claire, and Lucy. Claire is the opposite of Lucy. Claire is childish, needy, very cuddly and affectionate and is very much like a puppy or a kitten, in the sense that she always wants affection shown to her. Claire also speaks in a very child-like manner, her vocabulary is like that of a five-year old. Lucy on the other hand is cold, uncaring, cruel, sadistic and loves to be left alone. But, there are times when Lucy shows signs of being able to be "human". Lucy often has moments where she can be thoughtful and shows some small signs of empathy towards others. She has also shown signs of being able to have feelings for others that aren't murderous. Lucy is also aware of her Claire state, and is sometimes willing to be knocked back into that state. But all around, Lucy is an intelligent woman, who really just needs someone to show her compassion and understanding. After all, it's her genetics that make her the bloodthirsty killer she is.
So you see, I am quite strange.
Quit invading my life, It went Let me read you a story, a story about a girl with two personalities...
"Lucille was born in a gene testing facility on an island, distant from other forms of life. It was important for the island to be miles away from other forms of human life for the inhabitants born in the facility were dangerous. They were a mutant species of humans called Diclonii, a species that was born from primitive survival instinct, noticeable from other humans by small horns. A race that would mean the end of humankind. Diclonii powers involve the use of invisible arms, known as "vectors" that can grasp and impact things as if they are solid, but also become insubstantial and pass through objects. They can slice objects as well, which is how Diclonii kill their victims. Vectors usually have a limited range of a few meters, but the length varies among Diclonii; Lucille's extend to 2 metres. Diclonii also have the ability to detect the location of others of their kind, and Lucille knew she wasn't alone. But, she didn't know she was special: Lucille is the only Diclonii that is fertile. All Diclonii are born sterile, and a typically female, whereas Lucille is special in that she is the only one able to reproduce, much like a Queen Bee.
Over the years, as Lucille grew older, she developed a deep hatred for the humans that kept her captive, like a pet. For days, months and years on end she was trapped in a state of semi-consciousness, suspended in liquid with all kinds of tubes attached to her body, and an iron mask covering her eerily beautiful face. When she hit maturity at the age of 18, Lucille escaped the facility in a wash of blood and dismemberment of close to everyone in the facility. Standing on the edge of the islands high cliffs, dressed in only a delicate white dress, a high velocity sniper round was shot at the woman in hopes to kill her so she wouldn't make it to mainland. But the opposite happened. A gust of wind kicked up and almost knocked the still weak Lucille off balance, causing the sniper's round to ricochet off her mask, shattering the iron covering and knocking Lucille unconscious. Falling into the ocean, she was found on the beach by a twisted old man who noticed she wasn't human. The sniper round had damaged Lucille, her mind split between a child-like, very basic personality who called herself Claire, and the real Lucille, who nicknamed herself Lucy, after code on her mask: Project LU.C.Y. Stuck as Claire until any form of sharp knock to her head triggered the arrival of Lucy, Claire was taken to the slave markets by the old man that found her. She was a pretty rare kind of slave after all, and he often beat Claire over the head to reveal her true nature to any buyers, showing them the power of her vectors, before beating her over the head again to send Lucy back into a dormant state, Claire taking over once more."
And that's pretty much my story, up until this moment.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Chocolate (both)
ღ Night-time (both)
ღ Blood (Lucy)
ღ Soft toys (Claire)
ღ Cuddles (mainly Claire, but Lucy won't admit it)
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Being restrained (both)
✘ Loud noises (Claire)
✘ Being told off (both)
✘ The collar (Lucy)
✘ Being left alone again (both) X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Alright, lets see here... I have vectors with a limited range of about two meters (7 ft). However, I can be swift and lethal within that range, and will use any nearby objects as high-velocity projectiles to kill at greater distances. I am also capable of stopping or deflecting most standard ammunition when I concentrates on the task. I can use my vectors to perform complicated gymnastic techniques, but thanks to this damned collar, my vectors are basically just like extra hands. I can grab, punch and throw, but with the same strength that I have. So basically, they're useless.
Without the collar, my vectors when passed through a human male will also infect the male with my genetics, causing them to become a carrier. This is how my kind repopulate. But alas, the collar prevents this. Damn...
Yes, there is some side things, like The horns on my head are real, not just for show. If one is damaged, I get knocked out cold. If both are damage, I slip into a coma that I most likely will not wake from. But yet... They're very sensitive, and I try not to let people touch them because... Well... It feels good.
I'm the only Diclonii capable of reproducing properly; all Diclonii born from humans are sterile and always female. Only my offspring would be fertile.
The person that works my mind is not me, but N o i r Wafflesaurus
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