Bleed
Pet Name: Bleed
Owner: Chandler
Theme / Type: Voodoo Zisscor
Collection: 4
Disease(s): Heart Sick, Bites: 16
Love Sick, Bites: 42
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 4
Defense: 1
Speed: 4
Intellect: 1
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1155 [ View Foods ]
Hehe. I'll take good care of Bleed, Shy. ;) Thank you~
P.S.
If you send me any more stuff, bb I swear I will have a panic attack. ;n; <3
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[A soft spoken, abused little girl whose only want in life is to please people.]
-[Name: Leone d'Marco
-[Alias: "girl"
-[Age: 7-8 (17, for some rps)
-[Gender: female
-[Hair|Eyes: pale blond, long | periwinkle blue
-[SO: N/A
-[Status: taken
Controlled ;; Placating ;; Amoral
**creator's note;
Leone's blood is acidic. As such, if it hits the eyes (very much like a cobra's venom) it can kill. If it touches the skin, it leaves burns. Due to its unusual chemical composition, it will also affect the brain if injected into the blood stream, resulting in hallucinations and strange behavior, if it doesn't eat through the heart muscle first.
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"Shut up! Just SHUT UP, you stupid girl!"
Her uncle's first slammed into her, and Leone went crashing to the floor, her back slamming heavily against the ground. Pale hair shading her eyes from his angry gaze, she flexed icy fingers, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks; a soft purple bruise was forming on her jaw, another just beneath her left eye. Everything hurt, each twitch of her muscles, every little shift in position. She had been wrung out, left with nothing, and he still wanted more from her. What else could she say except that she was sorry? His hands clamped around her shoulders again, and she was hauled up to her feet, arms listlessly dangly at her sides. He was right. She always messed up.
She deserved this; she had to deserve it. Otherwise he wouldn't do it.
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A time of ease and simple pleasures
And days in shadows not so long
Now with my mind I'm struggling
Holding on to what I believe
Listen to the fragments of my thoughts
That leave me broken and deceived
Trust x Sarah McLachlan
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