Always
Eternal Insanity
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- Aug 9, 2000
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You heard right. This is going to be an SRP in the middle of the flaming cesspool itself.
I, of course, play Satana, Satan's daughter... *huge evil wicked grin*
going to need someone to play daddy... Farfarello, however, remains under my control, thank you all.
all are welcome, as damned souls or demons...
5'6, 120, superpale skin, amazingly bright hazel eyes under long waves of honeyed hair in a cascade, making her look almost innocent, full, pouty lips, a well-sculpted and voluptuous figure, even if her eyes twinkle a little more than they should for her apparent age. She looked maybe eighteen at the oldest, but in truth was millenia old...
Her name was Eve.
Most knew her as Satana, Childe of the Dark King himself, but it was her real name, and she the one that the cold prick who claimed to love all of his creations flung from his care like a toy broken my roguh play.
Needless to say, she hated him. With a furious passion. And she searched out, and latched upon any opportunity to hurt one of the Hated One's favorite little innocents, and so hurt him.
Then she found Farfarello...
She smiled, just thinking about him. The man was insane - he suckled knives for fun, and had scarred all across his exquisitely beautiful face, including taking one of his own eyes - yet he was this way for the same reason she was.
To hurt god.
She looked up at the knock on the door, tugging free of her compelling reprieve. It was Farfarello, her friend and partner in pain. The man couldn't feel any pain, come to think of it, and Satana enjoyed it. Farfie's spiked white hair set off his one remaining flaming golden eye. She rose with a smile and extended a hand to her comrade-in-chaos. "Let us go and see what hurt we can inflict upon the damned at this point, hmm my sadistic friend?"
Farfie just smirked, golden eye glinting in a manner frightening to all but the girl before him.
The two wandered off to hurt god.
I, of course, play Satana, Satan's daughter... *huge evil wicked grin*
going to need someone to play daddy... Farfarello, however, remains under my control, thank you all.
all are welcome, as damned souls or demons...
5'6, 120, superpale skin, amazingly bright hazel eyes under long waves of honeyed hair in a cascade, making her look almost innocent, full, pouty lips, a well-sculpted and voluptuous figure, even if her eyes twinkle a little more than they should for her apparent age. She looked maybe eighteen at the oldest, but in truth was millenia old...
Her name was Eve.
Most knew her as Satana, Childe of the Dark King himself, but it was her real name, and she the one that the cold prick who claimed to love all of his creations flung from his care like a toy broken my roguh play.
Needless to say, she hated him. With a furious passion. And she searched out, and latched upon any opportunity to hurt one of the Hated One's favorite little innocents, and so hurt him.
Then she found Farfarello...
She smiled, just thinking about him. The man was insane - he suckled knives for fun, and had scarred all across his exquisitely beautiful face, including taking one of his own eyes - yet he was this way for the same reason she was.
To hurt god.
She looked up at the knock on the door, tugging free of her compelling reprieve. It was Farfarello, her friend and partner in pain. The man couldn't feel any pain, come to think of it, and Satana enjoyed it. Farfie's spiked white hair set off his one remaining flaming golden eye. She rose with a smile and extended a hand to her comrade-in-chaos. "Let us go and see what hurt we can inflict upon the damned at this point, hmm my sadistic friend?"
Farfie just smirked, golden eye glinting in a manner frightening to all but the girl before him.
The two wandered off to hurt god.