Post by Lux Dante on Aug 5, 2007 19:32:18 GMT
...give you a sense to be afraid.
Name: Lux Annabella Dante
Age: 16 years
Gender: Female
Clique: Rebel
Height: 5'1"
Hair Colour: A thick chocolate and honey halo; a virtual mane of waves and curls, slashed off below the chin for good measure.
Eye Colour: Molasses.
Celebrity//Face: Natalie Portman
Personality: An outsider seeing Lux would see her just as she is: someone dangerous. Something about her just says that she's naughty and likes it that way. Lux just finds so much fun in being devious and demanding; why on Earth would she spoil things by being nice? Of course, she is very, very manipulative... so don't be surprised if she bursts into tears as a distraction, spilling "her heart out" and garnering much sympathy.
Every once in a while, testing people is a temptation she can't resist. She'll flirt, she'll taunt, she'll probably bite. All apart of her game. In general, Lux is angry and a known fighter. She enjoys sex as much as the next person, sometimes more than most. The harder one makes it, the more interest miss Lux has. On a softer side, she hates dogs and utterly adores cats. So there you have it, the girl that would love to eat you alive xD
Past: Her first memory is of her Dad walking out the door, waving as he goes. Often he went away, so baby Lux doesn't worry - goes on playing with her blocks while Sonya continues to paint. Lux doesn't see Sonya boiling over with rage, doesn't see Hala crying; sweet Hala, she always knew things, even at the tender age of two she understood beyond her years. After that, a whirlwind of low-budget apartments, junked cars, and through it all Hala's silent, steady tears. Staining the memory. Lux knows now that Hala's big heart was what drove her to such horrible, horrible paths. But that was later.
At the next memory, Hala was still sweet and Lux as yet untainted. Sarcastic, the biting edge of her voice well-trained, but other than that, still but a girl. She is eight years old, with a tumble of brown-sugar curls down her back. She's sitting in one of three greasy black chairs in a tattoo parlor, her mother dictating something to a grungy young man with black lipstick and cat eyes. He is scowling, shaking his head, nodding. Mother is demanding, shaking her own head, flirting. Soon the choice is made. A tiny black star is shown to Lux with much ceremony.
Soon she is tugging her jeans down just enough to expose her left hip, nervously watching as a sharp needle jabs into the soft flesh there, nuzzling, injecting ink rapidly. After an hour, the work is complete. The tattoo artist wipes sweat from his brow while Sonya peels off there grubby bills and hands them over with an air of distraction. "Stay here sweetie." Not bothering with Lux, the odd couple go to the back room. Lux listens to them groan for what seems like days, before Sonya emerges - refreshed and messy, a dark smudge on her cheek.
The next day mother is dead, twenty minutes after telling Lux the importance of the star. "Now you'll never forget me baby; I've always been a star, a supernova for you to circle and admire. But soon, soon baby I'm going to explode - I'm going to be a black hole." Spoken with starry eyes, a whispered, hushed voice. Mother was happy, excited. Another man? A new painting in store? Turns out it was a razor blade, driven into either wrist four times, exposing the bone. This memory would always remain, exposed bone covered in a scrollwork of blood. Mother smiling her ghoulish corpse smile.
Forward again to fifteen, that star grinding against the hip of a lowlife she doesn't even know. Nine months later, flash into a baby. Taken by the state from a Lux who is a mere foster child. A Lux that cares only enough to name her daughter. Garnet being taken away, Lux sighing in relief. And now, a year later, Lux enters the doors of a youth hostile, just another runaway of a curious sort.
Name: Lux Annabella Dante
Age: 16 years
Gender: Female
Clique: Rebel
Height: 5'1"
Hair Colour: A thick chocolate and honey halo; a virtual mane of waves and curls, slashed off below the chin for good measure.
Eye Colour: Molasses.
Celebrity//Face: Natalie Portman
Personality: An outsider seeing Lux would see her just as she is: someone dangerous. Something about her just says that she's naughty and likes it that way. Lux just finds so much fun in being devious and demanding; why on Earth would she spoil things by being nice? Of course, she is very, very manipulative... so don't be surprised if she bursts into tears as a distraction, spilling "her heart out" and garnering much sympathy.
Every once in a while, testing people is a temptation she can't resist. She'll flirt, she'll taunt, she'll probably bite. All apart of her game. In general, Lux is angry and a known fighter. She enjoys sex as much as the next person, sometimes more than most. The harder one makes it, the more interest miss Lux has. On a softer side, she hates dogs and utterly adores cats. So there you have it, the girl that would love to eat you alive xD
Past: Her first memory is of her Dad walking out the door, waving as he goes. Often he went away, so baby Lux doesn't worry - goes on playing with her blocks while Sonya continues to paint. Lux doesn't see Sonya boiling over with rage, doesn't see Hala crying; sweet Hala, she always knew things, even at the tender age of two she understood beyond her years. After that, a whirlwind of low-budget apartments, junked cars, and through it all Hala's silent, steady tears. Staining the memory. Lux knows now that Hala's big heart was what drove her to such horrible, horrible paths. But that was later.
At the next memory, Hala was still sweet and Lux as yet untainted. Sarcastic, the biting edge of her voice well-trained, but other than that, still but a girl. She is eight years old, with a tumble of brown-sugar curls down her back. She's sitting in one of three greasy black chairs in a tattoo parlor, her mother dictating something to a grungy young man with black lipstick and cat eyes. He is scowling, shaking his head, nodding. Mother is demanding, shaking her own head, flirting. Soon the choice is made. A tiny black star is shown to Lux with much ceremony.
Soon she is tugging her jeans down just enough to expose her left hip, nervously watching as a sharp needle jabs into the soft flesh there, nuzzling, injecting ink rapidly. After an hour, the work is complete. The tattoo artist wipes sweat from his brow while Sonya peels off there grubby bills and hands them over with an air of distraction. "Stay here sweetie." Not bothering with Lux, the odd couple go to the back room. Lux listens to them groan for what seems like days, before Sonya emerges - refreshed and messy, a dark smudge on her cheek.
The next day mother is dead, twenty minutes after telling Lux the importance of the star. "Now you'll never forget me baby; I've always been a star, a supernova for you to circle and admire. But soon, soon baby I'm going to explode - I'm going to be a black hole." Spoken with starry eyes, a whispered, hushed voice. Mother was happy, excited. Another man? A new painting in store? Turns out it was a razor blade, driven into either wrist four times, exposing the bone. This memory would always remain, exposed bone covered in a scrollwork of blood. Mother smiling her ghoulish corpse smile.
Forward again to fifteen, that star grinding against the hip of a lowlife she doesn't even know. Nine months later, flash into a baby. Taken by the state from a Lux who is a mere foster child. A Lux that cares only enough to name her daughter. Garnet being taken away, Lux sighing in relief. And now, a year later, Lux enters the doors of a youth hostile, just another runaway of a curious sort.
