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Born: | May 13, 2009 | Forum Topics Started: | 1 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Race: | Slayer | Forum Posts / Replies: | 14 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Affiliation: | Teufel Hunden | Mail Replies Sent: | 121 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Home City: | New York | Mail Sent: | 22 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| OOC: Due to RL circumstances Teddie will be placed in Cancun for an extended vacation. She may return from time to time to check on things, but until the RL situation is more stable she will not make a full return to the realm. My apologies to those she was RP'ing with, she will return soon. What you need to know: Name: Nicolette "Teddie" Cavallero Sex: Female Age: 22 - Birthday: February 14th Occupation: Bounty Hunter Relationship: Single, Not Looking Tattoos: "Teddie" in script on her left wrist, cross on her right wrist, a phoenix over her heart. Piercings: Tongue, snakebites, left eyebrow, both ears. You were successful! You managed to get away with $69.00. ♫ Atreyu - Can't Happen Here ♫ Does your god, Know my god? This is how the world will end And it begs the question When bullets cloud the sky Taking away the pain of Thinking for ourselves Demons beat down, they beat down our doors And it begs the question Could this scene be real Stealing away our children Taking away our dreams We give, What we take When we take nothing (pull the helmet from your eyes) We're erased, and betrayed by mistakes |
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| I went trick or treating at DemonKnight's Lair Silver Goblet Commemorating Ringing in 2010 with Bloodletting.org | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Teddie's Biography | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I will say this only once -- No Drama, Period! I don't care if it's IC, OOC, BL or RL...DON'T bring it, I DON'T want any part of it. ~ Teddie ~ ...and from the ashes a new creature will arise... Teddie has always been wild and reckless, and after the death of the woman named Keira, a person that she had loved like no other, her heart had been broken and crushed and her mind shattered. She had taken a razorblade and carved the name into her skin so that she would never forget, but after the return of Keira to the realm her world was torn asunder yet again. In an effort to cope with the loss and betrayal she sought comfort in the bottom of the nearest bottle and eventually wandered into a tattoo parlor and got a symbolic piece placed over the name she had cut into her own skin, not to forget, but to remember. The phoenix, a mythical creature said to burn itself to ash only to renew its lifeforce and become whole again. This symbol and every interpretation known is the reason for placing it upon her body. She would rise from the ashes of heartache and become something...new. She took a much needed vacation from the bounty hunter life that her and her sister Deuce led, she went to Cancun to escape the memories that haunted her. She needed time and space from all the things that would make her remember, she wanted to forget. While on vacation she went from being the broken hearted goth princess and found herself becoming something darker, something sinister. In the night she would hear beats from the city, strong beats that could shake a persons core. She set out one night to find the source and was taken by suprise. She had found herself at what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, but it was far from empty. Inside were flashing lights, a huddled mass of bodies, and deep dark beats. Her feet led her into the building, her eyes wide and heart racing, the adrenaline pumping through her veins with each beat of the drum as it thudded across the dancefloor. She was dressed as her normal goth self, and found that she fit in perfectly, her body started to move with the music. It called to her, it flowed through her, the rhythm wrapping itself around her and holding tightly. The sounds were loud, strong, dark and filled with anger as the vocals came out...screams and gravelly words shouted into the night. The assault on her senses was relentless, and refreshing, by nights end she had been transformed. Instead of letting go of her past anger and pain she embraced it, let it meld with the energy from the music, and emerged an obsidian butterfly. Night after night she wandered the streets just past sunset to find the next location to get her fix of the music, the more she listened the more she fell into the trance and became a creature of the night. Shortly before her return to the world she had left behind she began using the "Industrial" music in her training exercises. She found she was able to reach a new level in her skills, was able to reach farther into herself and bring out all of who she was in her movements. The transformation had been complete and now it was time to rejoin her sister and take the world by storm. |
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