Post by izarra kasia morgan on Apr 27, 2013 21:40:03 GMT
Izarra Kasia Morgan
Hey, my name is... Izarra Kasia Morgan
But most call me... Zara, Izar, Izzy, Zar
If you want to, you can label me... bisexual
I've been on this earth for... 235
Which means I was born... December 12th
My blood runs with... Vampire X Dark Boreai
I'm a... student studying Photography at Northvale College
And only a... college student
My eyes are... a soft light green
And my hair is... I can’t quite recall what colour it is naturally. I’m always dying it different colours. One colour is far too boring after all.
One could say... I stand at 5’7 and have a slim body that’s kept in fit-shape. I usually wear make-up but also, my skin can sometimes be seen bruised or cut. Now that is beautiful, beautiful shades of purple, blue, green, yellow and red upon the canvas that is my smooth, ivory skin. It always brings a smile to my face.
My eyes are a pale, soft jade green although sometimes I’ve been told they can appear silver or blue-ish in colour. And speaking of changing colours- my hair, my feather soft hair is always changing in colour, I often dye my hair because it gets so awfully boring sometimes. So one day I may have blue hair, another teal, another purple, and another red…it just depends on whatever colour I’m feeling. Whatever colour it may be however, it will always fall in waves down to my breasts though occasionally I’ve been known to have it longer or sometimes even shorter…but usually I like to keep it in-between.
I'm normally seen wearing... clothes that are comfortable but they must be beautiful or unique. I will not be caught dead in sweats or looking anything less that drop dead fucking gorgeous.
And I supposedly look like... Masha Sedgwick
All round, Izarra... can be best described as…a psychopath. She has a superficial charm to her that she uses to come across as friendly or even somewhat innocent despite being the complete opposite. She’s coldhearted and lacks to ability to understand the feelings of others.
She’s very confident, selfish, self-centered and is a pathological liar- often making up extravagant and dramatic stories that are completely false of which she often uses in her techniques to cunningly manipulate people.
Zara is a sadist as well as a masochist and when it comes to hurting, seeing people hurt- whether it be mentally, emotionally or physically- and killing people she tends to get really excitable, enthusiastic and happy- like a little child. For Zara, life is a fun game, and there’s nothing she enjoys more than knocking people’s self-confidence and breaking their spirits. When she hurts or kills living beings she rarely feels remorse or guilt over her actions.
The young hybrid is easily bored and always wants to do something fun, go on an ‘adventure’, take a ‘leap of faith’, doing something dangerous, crazy, stir some trouble or making other's suffer. She acts on impulse over logical thinking and because of this she’s easily distracted, irresponsible and isn’t easily controlled- but she’d dare anyone to try and tame her because she thinks they’d fail, get hurt or possibly die in the process.
Although she pretends not to, she secretly loves being loved, showered with affection, adored and admired.
She and loves photography but has a rather dark style and shows a preference to the gruesome, morbid, twisted, general gore and things that look abandoned or lonely- she finds these things beautiful, magnificent…gorgeous and she treasures. She also often likes to take pictures of her victims to put in the scrapbook she created for herself and sees all the messed up acts she does as some of ‘this most beautiful' art she has ever possessed.
I'm in love with... blood, killing, torturing, pain, photography, art, colour, fire, danger, disaster, war, snakes, cats, the smell of fear and the sound of babies crying.
Though I detest... humans, soul fae, light boreai, air fae, being bored, goody two-shoes, peace,
But my best assets are... I am a brilliant actress, able to wrap people around my little finger and deceive them with an innocent girl act and I'm very good at killing in various different ways.
However my worst... I have very little self control and I'm impulsive- often acting before I think.
And I dream of... the glorious time of the Great War. I long for more blood to be shed as it was during those years. I want to see the world burn and then dance in the ashes.
My life story... Whenever thoughts turn to my birth into this world I always find myself thinking how wonderful it must’ve been. Blood everywhere just mere moments after I left my mother’s womb as my father savaged her. Drinking her completely dry. Oh yes, I bet it was a beautiful scene. Romantic.
My father brought me up, within his coven of vampires. Blood-thirsty, wild things they were. Creatures that lived for destruction, chaos, blood and death. The war. As a child, I looked up to them, the fear they invoked in others on some days brought me my greatest joys, hell I made my first kill at the age of eight thanks to them! Draining the thick, warm blood of a little soul faery, feeling it’s fear, giggling at its cries as the sound tickled my ears. However, this so called family of mine were mostly vampires. They still cared to some extent. They cared about the lives lost in our little family and those feelings of sorrow, anger, pain…I fed off them. I’d quietly laugh to myself in my room. They cared for others, they feared for themselves and others…how silly!
I spent many of my years running with my coven, killing, destroying, and wiping the world of sorcerers, faeries and werewolves. However, one day I met a boy. One of our few captives that we kept to use against their own kind. A beautiful sorcerer with blue eyes I wanted to gauge from his head and a smile I wanted to tear of his face with my teeth it was that lovely. I wouldn’t allow any of the other’s to harm him and would snarl at bite if they dare touch him. Yes, I think I might’ve been fond of him from the very start. I cared for him. Tended to his wounds, fed him, let him go for a walk. I found myself watching him sleep, that chest moving up and down as he breathed, that echo of his beating heart, soft, adorable snoring. He was such a sweet boy. It wasn’t long before I realized I loved him and I swear I did! All I wanted was his heart to be mine. Only mine. Forever mine. So, I carved it from his chest. Oh, he screamed, a beautiful song of screams and he tried to fight against the bonds that bound him but, what can I say? I’m awfully good at tying people up. For a moment though, I had my hand around his heart as it beat in his chest beautifully. I licked the blood that spilled from him, it tasted beautiful, he tasted beautiful my loverboy. As I looked into his eyes he was a scared little deer, no, horrified, or was it disgusted? I can’t recall, all I did was kiss him all over his face, brush back his hair and murmured “It’ll be alright my love, I love you. I will always love you and always have your heart. Forever.” Before ripping the beating organ from his chest and clutching it to my own, above my heart, just managing to feel that last, small beat. I loved that feeling.
I still have his heart, in a jar at home amongst others in a solution I forced a sorcerer to make me. To preserve it but I don’t think I love him anymore. He was too sweet, like a little lamb. It’s always more fun to play with lions than lambs.
I know you’re probably thinking, what is the point of this little story? Well, afterwards, I looked down at the red organ, the blood that dripped from it…it was such a beautiful thing. I wanted another. I wanted another so bad.
So, I got myself another and another and another. As I fought in the war, I took the hearts of the kills I enjoyed most. Kills I…cared about. The special ones. And, as my family fell in battle around me, I tried my best to collect their hearts too. I will always remember the day my father fell and he was wounded ever so badly…perhaps though, he would’ve survived. If I hadn’t taken his heart too. He screamed. Funny how people seemed to change in your eyes from a mighty, all powerful being to a mere worm caught under the heel of your boot.
Yes, the days of the Race War were possibly some of the best of my life. The destruction, the death, the blood…one day, I found myself laying in a field of daises, covered in the beautiful, sticky scarlet blood of Faeries I had slaughtered as if I was dripping in rubies. I had a heart once again clutched to my chest- my thirty-forth if I remember correctly- as I gaze up into the diamond embedded night sky. I laughed in pure utter contentment and ecstasy. I was the Queen of fucking Hearts.
But then everything turned to shit. The war ended and a Peace Treaty was signed. A fucking Peace Treaty. I’ve never felt so outraged in my entire life. I wanted to butcher every last one of that stupid, pathetic little Council. They were weak. Scared little spoil sport little fuckers who all but spat in my face with their Peace Treaty.
I wanted to watch the world burn and dance in the ashes. Ravaged by an endless, brutal war. I wanted the ground to be forever made up of the bones of the weak and tainted that beautiful shade of crimson.
Destruction. Chaos. Pain. Suffering. Blood. Death.
I want it all. I want the fucking world to scream in agony so I can feast on the darkness.
So, I came to Northvale. The new beating heart of the supernatural world. Yet another heart that’s mine for the taking. The war will return. I may not live to see the day (although I hope I do) but my spirit won’t rest until I watch the world tear itself apart.
I was born to... Gregory Morgan and Gabi Richter
Not to mention...
Prudence, Albino Python
Moros, Rainbow Brazilian Boa
Eris, Emerald Tree Boa
Mis and Ery, two precious Brown Tabby cats - sweet little brothers.
My ooc name is... Tof[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... long enoughhh~
The Secret Word is... halloween
