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Birthday
1450-10-13
Gender
Female
Location
Arizona
Member Since
2004-03-03
Occupation
Mercinary
Real Name
Venus
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Achievements
None
Anime Fan Since
I was born...
Favorite Anime
Helsing, Vampire Hunter D
Hobbies
Mutilating the human body, killing
Talents
Pyrokenisis, my eyes are shined if you count that...
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Welcome to my sanctuary. Since I died over 600 years ago, writing has been my only solace.
Some may deny that my kind exists, and yet some know the truth.
I have been hunted and lusted after, but never loved...
I have shined eyes. Yes, like Riddik from Pitch Black. It can actually be done, but it is bloody fucking expensive...
Can you feed my hunger?
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Tuesday, March 9, 2004
The Rites
I cannot recall wheather or not I have informed you of my eyes. They are shined, and I typically do not go without sunglasses, but I seemed to have misplaced mine before I left for the airport... At any rate, I now have a new pair. I reached Venice two days ago, and I've completed my Rites. I would describe them to you, but I know not of human words that can describe the agony and torture of it. Well, I once again find myself on a laptop in the airport writing to keep myself detatched.
Thankyou to Seandragon and Cowboy Baby for talking to me... I appreciate the companionship. My mouth is parched from lack of blood. I shall write again soon.
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Friday, March 5, 2004
Blood Lust
Welcome to the diary of my less than ideal life. I am currently on a plane to Italy, this is being typed on my laptop. I am travaling to Venice for my rites, they must be completed at the beginning of each lunar year, so as you can gather I am quite late. My eyes are burning from the sun, the young man next to me asked why I was sad; my eyes were watering; and presented my with a smile and a flower. The innocence of children knows no bounds... Please pardon me for I grow weary and must rest.
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