" I once was a child
with innocent eyes "" even the stars envied her ,
for she shone brighter than any of them
. . .
that was in her darkest times "ʀᴏʟᴇ:
a human blood slave
ɴᴀᴍᴇ:
briar rose elle
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs:
my flower
sleeping beauty
innocent one
ᴛɪᴛʟᴇs:
slave
belle ( beauty )
blood bag
ᴀɢᴇ:
eighteen
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
female
sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
heterosexual
( straight )
sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs:
human
( mortal )
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:" and they said ,
life isn't a fairy tail sweetheart "" she was a rose
in the hands of those who
had no intentions of keeping her "ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
innocent , smol , cinnamon roll vibes , a sweetheart , kind , compassionate , somewhat stubborn , sweet , childish , playful , curious , gullible , mistrusting , gullible , nervous , anxious jumpy , forms strong emotional bonds , empathetic , delicate , adventurous , broken, a ray of sunshine, bubbly, enthusiastic, unpredictableʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
briar's parents were two fanatics, wealthy fanatics for that matter who spent years pursuing the vampire clan. and when they finally found them they not only devoted their lives and lifelines to the supernatural species but also signed a contract so that in doing so their unborn daughter would be forever looped into it. already promised to the cult as a future blood bag.she never really had a chance, her mother passed away during her birth and her father died twelve years later from grief. briar spent much of her time alone, or in the company of numerous perverted vampires who took advantage of her vulnerable and lonesome situation to manipulate her to their wills. after all, she was simply a breathtaking mortal blood bag who would only last a blink of the eye in their time. and so whatever mental scars or trauma they left upon her was nothing that they cared for of course. and so they used her, for more than just her blood, as though she were nothing more than a piece of meat worth less than a single dime.
ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs:
" what is stronger than the human heart ?
which shatters over and over . . .
and still lives. "" just hold me
and tell me everything's going to be alright "ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢs:
unsteady — x ambassadors
don't give up on me — andy grammar
ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇs:
" holy pretzels !! you scared me ! "
" can your jawline cut things ? can I - can I touch it ?"
" why ... why are you being so nice to me ? "
" woah , you're beautiful "
" you're photoshopped in real life, that's not fair ! "
" I - I'm scared "
" what do you mean you just want to talk ? that's not what any of the others say . . . "
" s-sorry " you don't have to apologise " sorry ... I mean- shoot, sorry. Sorry ! Ah, sorry ! "
" no-one ever really cares , they're just curious "" she wasn't like the others, twirling their braids and batting their lashes.
no, the wind was in her hair and the grass between her bare toes as she ventured the world .
curiously. "ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ:
♥︎ has vitiligo, hence her white hair at the front ( giving off some Anna from frozen vibes )
♥︎ apologises too often as she is scared of punishment , and she has been mistreated particularly by older vampires who took advantage of her innocence from her younger years
♥︎ she secretly adores hugs ( her hugs feel like warm sunshine ) , cuddling, baking and eating sweet foods. most of which she has not experienced in a very, very long time
♥︎ she does not know how to read and yet has always dreamed and wished to know how to
♥︎ as a result of her anxious mannerisms she tends to stutter when she is panicked, uncertain, nervous or scared
♥︎ she suffers from panic attacks" ' I don't believe in magic ' , the young boy said. and the old man smiled, ' you will , when you see her ' "
YOU ARE READING
" she's a firecracker "
Randoma book of my original characters ( ocs ) for the roleplays I am a part of. none of the images belong to me.