Swallow Down Your Razors, Cause Food's Just Not An Option
Evening, love. I bow before you as Ellex Morphine. Satan began my time bomb Nineteen years ago. Lucifer bit my lip and licked away the blood. A blond-haired whelp was castrated at the age of six. Memory of knife and genitals rings hard in my mind. Syringes pierced my skin, muscles damaged from such infliction. Thrown into my cell of self-mutilation, I'm damaged by my claws and bloodied from my saber. The flesh of a German tarnished by his own natural freedom. Plunged into my heart lives something no love can free. A beast of dormancy, of stealth, of patience... For within me I house the snow leopard. The liquid of the syringe inflicted me with such a cat. DNA from such lays in the cage beside him. Reaching through the space of the bars my digits caressed it's fur. Tenderly I am licked and in that one moment of childhood I found myself truly safe.
Time's my eternal enemy... Within such reality I know only my bodily functions of keen hearing and sight. Snow chills my skin, but strangely I feel no pneumonic symptoms. Torn from the arms of my sanity, I'm chased in empathy of Satan's trick of eve. The apple has been bitten into, remorse has befallen my frame. In a desperate attempt for emancipation I have leapt the walls. Escape became my hope, but capture was my fate. Thrown upon my cell I slide into a puddle of crimson life. Blood tastes so sweet to my lips, a craving I developed into lust. Tarnished by years of hate, bred by the sickening immortality of the masked scientists, I have few joys in the world. I akin to my own sexuality, though the female gender persuades me as well. The baths I am given at times are looked forward to, the love of self-infliction coats my corpse, the trust in those of the dead lingers before my eyes, and yet I have this odd craving for a boy who I never again will touch. Poetry... I do like such a thing. I'm a fan of cigarettes... drugs.. and sex. A masochist you may label me. The chopping of my loins did nothing to my craving for your lover.
The execution of my heart lays within the pages of my journal.. I carry it with me throughout my journey and the fragile pages never leave my side.
I am the doomed being of hell... I'm the iniquity of the world. I'm the harlot... the sexer... the peccadillo that no exorcism may cure...
I am Ellex Morphine... Do you still find it a pleasure to make my acquaintance?
Name:
Ellex Morphine
Age:
19
Race:
German
Animal:
Snow Leopard
Ability or Abilities:
Satirical senses, climbing abilities, flexibility, endurance to harshly cold conditions... Insight.
Appearance:
Upload
Personality:
Likes
[list][*]Guys / Girls
[*]Blood
[*]Pain
[*]Poetry
[*]Drugs
[*]Glove Cigarettes
[*]Alcohol
[*]Sex[/list]
Dislikes
[list][*]Syringes
[*]Tight spaces
[*]Loud Noises
[*]Laughter
[*]Bright Lights
[*]Hospitals
[*]The Laboratory[/list]
History:
Most of it is presented above.
Originally posted by K Tragedy
Evening, love. I bow before you as [b]Ellex Morphine. Satan began my time bomb Nineteen years ago. Lucifer bit my lip and licked away the blood. A blond-haired whelp was castrated at the age of six. Memory of knife and genitals rings hard in my mind. Syringes pierced my skin, muscles damaged from such infliction. Thrown into my cell of self-mutilation, I'm damaged by my claws and bloodied from my saber. The flesh of a German tarnished by his own natural freedom. Plunged into my heart lives something no love can free. A beast of dormancy, of stealth, of patience... For within me I house the snow leopard. The liquid of the syringe inflicted me with such a cat. DNA from such lays in the cage beside him. Reaching through the space of the bars my digits caressed it's fur. Tenderly I am licked and in that one moment of childhood I found myself truly safe.
Time's my eternal enemy... Within such reality I know only my bodily functions of keen hearing and sight. Snow chills my skin, but strangely I feel no pneumonic symptoms. Torn from the arms of my sanity, I'm chased in empathy of Satan's trick of eve. The apple has been bitten into, remorse has befallen my frame. In a desperate attempt for emancipation I have leapt the walls. Escape became my hope, but capture was my fate. Thrown upon my cell I slide into a puddle of crimson life. Blood tastes so sweet to my lips, a craving I developed into lust. Tarnished by years of hate, bred by the sickening immortality of the masked scientists, I have few joys in the world. I akin to my own sexuality, though the female gender persuades me as well. The baths I am given at times are looked forward to, the love of self-infliction coats my corpse, the trust in those of the dead lingers before my eyes, and yet I have this odd craving for a boy who I never again will touch. Poetry... I do like such a thing. I'm a fan of cigarettes... drugs.. and sex. A masochist you may label me. The chopping of my loins did nothing to my craving for your lover.
The execution of my heart lays within the pages of my journal.. I carry it with me throughout my journey and the fragile pages never leave my side.I am the doomed being of hell... I'm the iniquity of the world. I'm the harlot... the sexer... the peccadillo that no exorcism may cure...
I am Ellex Morphine... Do you still find it a pleasure to make my acquaintance?
Name:
Ellex Morphine
Age:
19
Race:
German
Animal:
Snow Leopard
Ability or Abilities:
Satirical senses, climbing abilities, flexibility, endurance to harshly cold conditions... Insight.
Appearance:
Upload
Personality:
Likes
[list][*]Guys / Girls
[*]Blood
[*]Pain
[*]Poetry
[*]Drugs
[*]Glove Cigarettes
[*]Alcohol
[*]Sex[/list]
Dislikes
[list][*]Syringes
[*]Tight spaces
[*]Loud Noises
[*]Laughter
[*]Bright Lights
[*]Hospitals
[*]The Laboratory[/list]
History:
Most of it is presented above. [/B]
damn... that hurt to read...
Originally posted by Jack of Light
Dude, what's with all the agents dying? It'd be more realistic if they didn't keep coming in huge, unlimited waves that just charged at something that could tear them apart in seconds with no strategy.
Dont know.. I dont like it that peope keep summoning them frequently.. It's like you said.. not realistic.. Besides..
We do not have combat practise, people.. We just recently learnt of our powers.. We can not kill special trained agents for the goverment with a snap of a finger.. I took two out, but that was because someone sent them on me, I did not want to die or get captured and all I did was knocking them unconcious.. Not killing them..