Fantasia Pyralis Dahlia

[FANTASIA PYRALIS DAHLIA]

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FANTASIA PYRALIS DAHLIA ,,

Fantasy. Twenty. Fire Sprite. Heterosexual. Olga Kurylenko.

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"Hello there. I am the notorious Fire Sprite, Fantasia. I am twenty years old in human years, which is pretty baby-like for my kind. No one likes to take me seriously at times, thinking that my youth brings with it immaturity. I am not immature, but I do have a temper that you do not want to get yourself mixed up in. As long as you stay on my good side, then we are bound to get along. In general, I am a pretty sweet character. I like to play jokes on people. Harmless ones, like poking their shoulders and disappearing, or whispering in their ears and staying out of site. What I hate though is when certain things are set on fire. That might be my element, but when someone is using such power for destruction, it tears a hole through my heart."

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"I don't know what has come to be of my real parents. I'm surprised I was even able to keep my heritage. I was adopted by an elder fire sprite who knew of what I was and how to raise me. Her name was Amelia Dahlia. She does not look like an old woman at all! In fact, people are always mistaking her for being my older sister. Sometimes, we just go along with the accusations and say she is. Either way, she is a beautiful and amazing woman, and everything I know and everything I am is because of her."

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"I was born and raised on Cherry Tree Lane. I know every thing and everyone here, and I know where the best hang-out places are. I love it here, and I'll never want to leave.It is a beautiful place, and anyone who lives here is lucky."

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"I was born here and raised here. I do not know who my real parents are though. I don't exactly know the full story of my life as a baby. All I know is that Amelia took me in as her own. She has raised me to be the girl I am today, and without her I would be a nobody. Well, I grew up and attended school keeping the fire sprite in me a secret from the rest of the human world. That's the rule of course. Unfortunately I fell for my love, Liam Miller, a human boy. He is a couple years older than me in human years. He loves me too, and we tell each other everything! Well... almost every thing. I hate keeping myself a secret from him, but I don't want him to get hurt. I love him, but I know it will probably never work between us."

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so hey! i'm Livie and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a girl. i've been rocking in this world for nineteen.
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for 8 years.

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Mora had been up all night tossing and turning. She had a nightmare that was more intense than ever before. It was hard to process at first, for it seemed so real. Mora was terrified she was going to wake up in its reality, when luckily it was just a dream. She had been in an abandoned house that looked like it was ready to fall in on itself. The floor creaked where ever she walked, and rats scurried past her feet here and there. Outside, it was dark and cloudy, and the wind knocked the tree branches into the cracked glass windows. Mora was draped in white robing like an angel, and she looked left and right. There was a sound coming from the window, and the closer she got, the more of a chill she had creeping up her spine. Then things took a turn for the worst. Mora entered a room of soft pastel colors and dolls and teddy bears scattered across the floor. It was clean and eerie, and a white crib sat in the center. Soft cries came from the center, and as she peered over the wooden bars, she looked down into the face of a handsome baby boy. As he looked back up at her, he smiled up at her once he made eye contact with her. His big brown eyes seemed to recognize her, and his small arms reached up to her. Out of obligation, Mora reached in and picked the baby boy up into her arms. She cradled him in her arms, and rocked him back and forth.

The door shut behind her, and she was locked into the baby room. Mora’s heart began to beat faster and her fight or flight instincts were kicking in. The baby boy didn’t seem to be bothered by anything. The lights shut off, and soon the room was pitch-black besides the gray lighting flowing in through the window across the room from the door. Mora held onto the baby protectively, and heard a sound in the corner. Mora’s eyes went wide, and she saw a black silhouette relaxing in the corner. A gleam of silver flicked in the light, and Mora began to back away toward the wall. The silhouette pushed off of the wall and casually strolled toward her. Mora backed up until she couldn’t back up anymore. Even when the light was thrown over his body, he remained a black apparition ready for death. He held the blade up over the two of them, and Mora sank to the floor. The baby began to cry in her arms, and Mora held up an arm toward the stranger. “Please don’t! Don’t kill my baby!” The words left her lips without a thought, but the attacker didn’t seem to be affected by anything. “Don’t kill my baby! Please don’t hurt him!” A blood curdling scream came from her throat as she watched the blade come flying down on her.

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