Salon V
Born the Month of War the 27th. Planning the great cleansing. Setting your fates in stone. Becoming the past. The titans will come and ressurect the god which you slain with your ignorance.
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Fallon Alaina Courtalain Fallon Alian Courtalain isn't beautiful. However,it's a fact easily overlooked when one is captured by her easy Southern charm. Her small face is heart-shaped, her chin pointed. Dark eyes are fringed by lashes that are thick and upcurling. Black brows cut a startlingly oblique line across magnolia white skin. But for all the demureness of small hands folded quietly in her lap, and the carefully sweet smile on her soft lips, her appearances are deceiving. One glance into her expressive slanting eyes will show the dancing gaiety, lust for life, and a keen intelligence. Behind the proper facade lies a woman who won't hesitate to use the weakness of her opponent against them. "Intelligence in a woman serves her best when hidden beneath layers of silk and lace."
the Southern Belle
House Healer
Maureyn Tall slender beauty of 5'7. Her elegant form is sorounded by Mystery and Sweetness. Her hair, a long golden brown and curled. Upon her body is a light purple dress; the less clothing the better. Her feet are covered by no shoes of any kind. She is on ever - lasting quest to gain as much knowledge as she can. Her life long journey has thus brought her many friends and excitement.
House Healer
Mase, Maitre of the House of Paris Regarding, then, Beauty as my province, my next question referred to the Tone of its highest manifestation - and all experience has shown that this tone is one of Sadness. Beauty whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul tears. Melancholy is thus the most legitimate of all poetical tones. The boundaries which divide Life from Death, are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends, and where the other beings? I speak this to you from the shadows, merely to not alarm you at first glance. I've heard that if you kill the man, you become a monster. And if the man is already dead? Perhaps he was a Monster to begin with? Indeed, this is a bitter sweet symphony of life. Who am I? The Conductor. Yes, Beauty is a magical thing, and I have seen much of it in my nights. Oh, before you go. Do remember, there are no such things as Monsters.
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7th Generation Toreador
Consort and Emotional Companion to the Matriarch
