((Decided to do this in 1st person. :3))
I stared hard at my relfection. This all was a dream. Right? Yet every pinch I gave myself didn't awake me. "Damn it.." A hiss escaped my lips. I had to get outta here and find Terror, he'd know what to do, if he would accept me... after what happened to his-
"Ahhh Miss Howard." My thoughts were interrupted kwa that sentence and I suddenly was on edge and slowly turned to the speaker. His dark red gaze followed over me. He was observing me and I noticed a spark in his eyes. As my face flushed I quickly turned and he continued,"You look...lavishing... as ever and that dress compliments your shape well."
The heat was rising and I felt my hands clutch the vanitity. How dare he address in such a way... "I am a lady, not your toy! wewe shall not compliment me as if I'm your.. your slave.. I am in a relationship!" My hand was held up exposing the ring on my dainty finger. Damian rolled his eyes-which did not help my burning anger-and was infront of me, chest to chest, in a matter of seconds. "Technically, wewe are my slave... I did create you.. my venom runs through your viens.. therefore I am your master, Miss Howard."
A grim smirk spread across his face. I felt lightheaded as my face flustered and I met his gaze and let my words come in a malicious tone,"I belong to no one but Terror. wewe shall never own me.... wewe monster."
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((Short idk.. .o.))
I stared hard at my relfection. This all was a dream. Right? Yet every pinch I gave myself didn't awake me. "Damn it.." A hiss escaped my lips. I had to get outta here and find Terror, he'd know what to do, if he would accept me... after what happened to his-
"Ahhh Miss Howard." My thoughts were interrupted kwa that sentence and I suddenly was on edge and slowly turned to the speaker. His dark red gaze followed over me. He was observing me and I noticed a spark in his eyes. As my face flushed I quickly turned and he continued,"You look...lavishing... as ever and that dress compliments your shape well."
The heat was rising and I felt my hands clutch the vanitity. How dare he address in such a way... "I am a lady, not your toy! wewe shall not compliment me as if I'm your.. your slave.. I am in a relationship!" My hand was held up exposing the ring on my dainty finger. Damian rolled his eyes-which did not help my burning anger-and was infront of me, chest to chest, in a matter of seconds. "Technically, wewe are my slave... I did create you.. my venom runs through your viens.. therefore I am your master, Miss Howard."
A grim smirk spread across his face. I felt lightheaded as my face flustered and I met his gaze and let my words come in a malicious tone,"I belong to no one but Terror. wewe shall never own me.... wewe monster."
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((Short idk.. .o.))
Alias: Mim (M-im)
Occupation: Child
Powers: all elements, Flight
History:Irene was born the daughter of Devin and Fang Adams. She was raised in her home, with her siblings. Her days were spent lazily, being her daddy’s little girl, until she turned seven. When she turned seven, she killed her oldest sibling, Jon, in a freak accident with her newly found powers. Since then, she has lived in rivalry with her siblings for her father’s attention, which she believes is the only thing keeping her with the family.
Notes: Irene was born with naturally purple hair, something that was different from her siblings. She is the only one to inherit her mother’s power over elements.
This is a short guide to the youngest child in the Adams' family. She will have a longer one for when she's older.
Nickname: Lance
Occupation: Knight
Ethnicity: Romanian
Race: Vampire
Story: Lance was born into an aristocratic family. He was raised in the royal court and befriended the young prince he was charged to protect. When tragedy struck, he brought the prince to safety. He took care of him for years until the prince grew into a man. He is now among those loyal to him and is a trusted friend.
Facts: Lance is kwa nature very bookish. He prefers words to fists even though he is trained in several different form of self defense and sword play. He is very close to his old charge now friend. He often finds himself caring for him when no one else will. The two share a close bond and he’d give his life for his friend.