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Stephanie
General Information

Main blog:SecretsOfTheDark
Age:27
Birthday:January 19th 1990
Gender:Female
Occupation:Happily unemployed
Education:High school
Religion:Wicca
Race/lineage:Asian
Location:Malaysia


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Appearance

Body Size:Few extra pounds
Height:5' 4" (163 cm)
Eyes:Dark Brown
Vision:No assisted eyewear
Hair Color:Dark Brown
Hair Style:Ever Changing
Facial Hair:None
Skin Tone:Tan
Best Feature:Hair
Clothing Pref.:Gothic
Tattoo Info:I'll get one...someday....
Piercing Info:Two on my ears...
More Details:I am Astharoshe Asran and I am not a vampire. I am a Methuselah and I take offense to those that call me a vampire. I am able to stay in the sunlight and I dont have an uncontrollable craving for blood. The only time I may have a craving for blood is if I am injured bad enough that I lose much of my own blood. I have a short temper, meaning I tend to get angry easily. At one point, I was assigned to work with Father Abel Nightroad and would have been killed if he was not there. As the mission began to end, I started to trust him more.


Personal Information

Relationship Status:Single - Never Married
Family Info:Don't ask.
Sexual Preference:Bisexual
Astrological Sign:Capricorn (Dec 22 - Jan 19)
Existing as:Vampyre
Smoking:No Way
Liquor:Social drinker. One or two
Exercise:Rarely
Your Home:Live with parents
Biography/About:Hmmm... I'd prefer it remained a mystery...
Likes:Anime; Racing (Drifting); Anything about cars; Animals; Books on Vampires/ Werewolves/ Anything of the sort; Rainy days; The night
Dislikes:Loud and brainless people; people that mess with my (parents') car; balloons; thunder and lightning; firecrackers
Interests:Anime bishounens, tigers.


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Four Most Recent Entries

DMC starter
She was a slim girl, the age of 18, with the face of a youth, but eyes of someone mature and had seen many, many things. Wait, wait... not 18 that was 20 to you, thank you very much. She didn't look 20? So what? Deal with it or make a date with the gutter. Pushing a raven lock of hair behind her ear, she silently lounged in a corner of the bar, nursing her bottle of beer. No one had stopped her from coming, so here she was, listening to music with her foot beating out in time, alone and searching for fun... if you knew what her idea of fun was. But wait.... rewind. What was a 18 year...
 
Devil May Cry, MySpace RP (5.03.08)
She was a slim girl, about 18, with the face of a youth, but eyes of someone mature and had seen many, many things. Pushing a raven lock of hair behind her ear, she silently lounged in a corner of the bar, nursing her bottle of beer. Nina hadn't stopped her from coming, so here she was, listening to music with her foot beating out in time, alone and searching for fun... if you knew what her idea of fun was. But wait.... rewind. What was a 18 year old doing here in the bar and who was she? Kuchiki Rukia, or Rukia Castero, whichever it was, was the adopted daughter of Nina Castero. She had...
 
Moonlight Sonata
(~Moonlight Sonata~ Picture copyright of icedance Link:Moonlight Sonata) Moonlight Sonata Sustained slowness As delicate as a midnight bloom Softly, slowly, let your fingers fly My little dead girl walking The music soothes your soul A young funeral march Ancient in it's ways Delicate... In the moon's song. Dance for me, my little butterfly Let your soul sing out your grief You who call out to me Give me your cold hand For this macabre dance is ours Shadows... Accentuated by the moon's light A sonata numbered one and four But the first move is ours Oh, how...
 
Bleeding Scars
(~Minutes to Midnight~ Picture copyright of Princess of Shadows, Aka Liliana Sanches on Deviantart) I still remember the words you said To this day Drove a stake through my heart Closing my eyes I fall Death... Hangs at my door But the blood still runs From scars made by thorns Around a bleeding heart Slowly... slowly... life ebbs away And the angel dies in silence Impaled on her blade White wings droop, broken feathers on the ground Her legs are in shackles Her arms in chains Bound by lies Poisoned by words Killed by grief ...
 






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