[WIP] scarlet, you're born of a jackal

[scarlet abbey mcquire ♥]

SCARLET ABBEY MCQUIRE
"There's a method in this madness"

PERSONALITY TYPE ONE

Provocative | Mysterious | Bitter | Apathetic | Conceited | Erotic | Sardonic

PERSONALITY TYPE TWO

Egoistic | Secure | Faithful | Contended | Intimate | Proper | Ambitious

AGE: 21.
GENDER: Female.
ETHNICITY: British.
OCCUPATION: Modified Akuma.
RANK: Level 2.

EYES: Vivid pools of majestic and toxic like sanguine wine, and hypnotic and psychotic her eyes meddle in the pits of destruction, mixing with the crimson and vibrant tones of pink swirling with treacherous vibes. Her shimmering pools are murderous, and her gaze a cherished bullet to the heart. Perfectly strewn in alignment with her frail wide set cheeks - wide eyed and frisky - never is this demi devil's stare anything but breath takingly frightful. Bound with fatal intent, but at the same time gleaming with contaminated innocence it’s a captivating stare. One that can send even those immune to the tempting unknown into an inevitable frenzy.

HAIR: Dipped in a heavenly rose aroma, and doused in the color of an elaborate blush royalty never knew such ornate locks, exquisite and pure, set in all shapes and forms. Ablaze in rouge sanguine hues her tresses stretch paper thin, and pose their ends on her shoulders, tapering off into intricate intoxicating layers, and bound back up in abridged levels to frame pale cheek bones. Separated down the central avenue of her crown her mane trickles down in lovely streams and ends coy and sophisticated tenderly curl into mild loops, and break off into assorted clumps. In excite her hair produces a glossed texture and the fibers fine and fragile blend together in secrecy.

GENERAL APPEARANCE:

Blouse –

Accented in frivolous contrast the hues of the minx’s central garb clash beautifully. Dabbled in the promiscuous colors of ebony and blush, and inflicted in merrily strewn flaxen buttons. Slim sides fold to the toxic bends and dips of her chest and hourglass carved sides, and pressure the outfit to glow magnificently while the black and tapered sides swoop down into a rush to kill blend crossing unevenly at the ends. The right side of her shirt slips over the left, while the buttons cling to the majesty of both ends starting down close to the gardens of heaven and rolling over her chest to finally impede at the midpoint of her breasts. Lining her collarbone and lapping up the endless supply of black hue is a few centimeters of pastel magenta material, enjoying the poised atmosphere of looping around the tips of chest and around her shoulders and back. Fastened at the universe of her curves yet perfectly set to endow the maiden liberated movement lurk two profusely pink fabricated flaps hinged to the mascara drained blouse limply at her sides.

Skirt -

Fabricating beauty out of a single hue, and breaking in like grace to sin the skirt is void of modesty and engaged to blunt decadence. Cutting short of the reserve play ground of her thighs, and creeping up to let the eye have a display of porcelain skin, the ends dip in waves around the circumference of her slim thighs, akin like exquisite eye candy. An elegant mixture of red and whites feast together, birthing to her skirt a supple pink. Refining the skirt, and adjusting to the wench’s taste lie triangular crevices slain about in a classy distance. Crafted to perfection, and looped with the tantalizing likes of hell the skimpy skirt, laughs along beside the tramp as she wear it with pride. Positioned over each plush cheek of her rump sit two petite pockets that accent the style with refreshment. In so much wonder the femme never diverts the color from the scrumptious pink that powers her presence and radiance.

Cloak –

Literate in a sinful tone and none too brilliant for the vampress full fledged, it speaks decadence from tasteful strawberry red. Fashion gushes from the cultivated cup of the collar down to the flowed ends tuned in empowered contempt. Bunged and crumpled the cape stylishly lies upon her shoulders, then renders one speechless among the fitting curves and dips present the rest of the way down. At the slim sanctuary of her neck, the cloak shows pitiless mercy charted in tasteful bronze. The warm colors catch one’s eyes and tousle them around the flawless trim taking them to serrated ends. Ripped and torn these ends speak feisty promises, and add just the bit of flare a girl adores. Under lying the cloak is deep ebony black all too aware that your eyes lay ruined desperately there, and ready for another round spin your eyes back up and around, to the collar of her neck, in where which a golden button has found it’s heavenly demise. Had enough yet? We can only hope, for your eyes could not bare another night corrupt in one-sided flush.

Leggings –

Begging to differ in classical fashion and defying the means of normal ladies attire, Jaylin confines her legs in precious material, sometimes being modestly worn and other times licentious. Gripping the elegant flesh of her legs, which are elongated and pleasing to the eye, the fabric coils around her upper thighs firmly plastering to lush skin and falling down the tracks of her feminine rapt legs presuming their duty of accentuation. When worn with dignity the delicate lady’s legs are covered in an appetizing rose pink, the texture of the material being rather soft and pliable so it’s fits securely around her thin and refined legs, and showing each dip from her calf, to her knee and whirling your eye down to her ankles and back up again to catch the moderately wide slices of fabric attached to the tip, and central point of her leggings sneaking up into the realm obscured by her skirt. When scandal races through her bittersweet symphonic heart, the jezebel dresses her appendages in meshed leggings. The tips of these being rumpled with frill and excite and tainted black. The straps of fabric that sneak up the insides of her legs pinned down by a metallic pendant, in this criminally worn set.

NOTICEABLE FEATURES:

Breasts –

Blasphemy rich with fire and alleviated by the spice of ice, there’s nothing more luscious than the breasts behind her dress. Well rounded and poised, they’re a significant devise. Tucked away behind the mastery of lace and frill, decking their curves in irresistible thrill. In stride from their alluring size they are giddy with bounce, whimpering sensuously for filthy attention of ones eyes, then touch and alas lips puckered lush. Crowned the queens of a hot mess – porcelain white – with the buds of two evenly set nipples highlighting their beauty just right.

Teeth | Grin –

Gleaming with a hint of peroxide and danger’s entice, her teeth shine brilliant among the climax of hazard’s lies. Stunning behind plush lips, and trimmed to a point they’re vice prospers eloquently like the demeanor of a sadist. Intimidating, with the bends of her intoxicant lips, sin dances the doom of two lovers on paths not yet met. They mean no harm, dear child; just this princess wields the grin of murder, classic and true upon a fervent oath of dread.

Jul 5, 2010 1:18:04 GMT -5 scarlet abbey mcquire ♥ said:

NAME: Douteki Sanmai , Kinetic Absorption
DESCRIPTION: Transmitting dark matter through her form Scarlet is able to manipulate it to reduce kinetic energy. Once it's reduced she is able to convert it and use it in several different forms. Whether it be to make different types of matter such as the four elements, making it physical strength or energy beams. The intensity of her skills used by her dark matter relies on the aptitude of kinetic energy being absorbed. If the kinetic energy being absorbed from herself or another object is very little the impact of her skills will be light.

SKILLS: After your Dark Matter's skills have been registered link us to your skills thread by using the xxx.

HISTORY: Give us a brief low down on your character's past. We don't need much at least 5 bullet points though please.

FACE CLAIM: [b]Lotti[/b], [i]Pandora Hearts[/i], Scarlet Abbey McQuire.