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|| A Life of Chaos ||

 


 

 

Rock.Grunge.Cosmic.Music.Misfit

 

 

>>A mistake

 

Long, ice-blonde hair, baby face, almond-shaped eyes colored storm cloud-gray, a button nose, olive skin, a thin, muscular, athletic build

 

5’3

 

Sarcastic || Brutally honest || Independent || Heart of gold || Hot-headed

 

A Gay Fae

 

Family:

Elowen Sun (Mother) || Courtier Cypress Wolf (Father)

 

I’ll give my soul; sacrifice me.

Your love is

H o l y .

 

|| As above

ʍoʅǝq oS ||

 

 

 

| Start with the basics

 

 

    The fae have important roles, specific roles, in the creation of the world. Their world, at least, and the world's around them. Humans have longed for the world of the fae, for their power, their world and magic. And the fae, in return, have shunned humans, seeing the greed and envy in their eyes. On occasion there were changelings put in place, human children stolen to be servants in the fae’s realm, replaced by a fae cursed to live out the life of a human, to die like one, stripped of its power and world.

This is not that story.

This is the story of a rebellious teenager who had everything she could ever wanted, and wanted none of it.

Daughter of Elowen and Cypress, courtiers to the queen of the fae’s kingdom, Cosima was born a small, sick, lonely girl, and the pride of her parents. She was raised in a mansion, in the arms of nannies and maids and butlers, servants to her parents, guardian to the girl. From birth Elowen could tell: she would have a perfect daughter, raised to be strong, courageous, and obedient. The poster child for royal children everywhere.

Elowen was wrong.

Cosima was bright, courageous, strong and independent, but she was anything but obedient. From the early age of six, signs of rebellion began to show in her personality. The lessons her caretakers tried so hard to teach her - manners, for instance, or how to sit politely, or how the word ‘fuck’ could never, ever enter her vocabulary again, little girl, you're only eight, where did you learn such abhorrent language?! - were overlooked. When Cosima was sixteen, she broke her mother's favorite vase: it was a fragile thing, obsidian in color with iridescent blue and green shifts, sort of like a peacock. When they were talking about marriage - arranged marriages, mind you, the kind Cosima was so far from interested in, and besides, who needed a prince to take care of her when she excelled in every combat and archery class she snuck into? (Because of course she wasn't really allowed to take them herself.) But that doesn't matter, her mother told her time after time when she argued, Because the prince has chosen you to marry, Cosima, and we don't turn down princes. Young ladies do not argue about who they're going to marry. Not ladies in the Court.

But that didn't matter to Cosima. Her sights were set on a very specific person.

The king's daughter.

She was more than perfect.

 

Please bathe me now.

Wash me clean.

Set my heart on fire like gasoline.

 

 

 

 

Her hair was black as night, her skin creamy and milky, and her eyes… Oh, her eyes. They were the pure blue of sapphires. She walked with the straight-backed, head-tilted-up confidence and demeanor of a true and perfect woman of the courts. When she laughed, the wind-chimes were jealous. When she sang, the birds silenced to listen to her voice. A perfect mix of stone cold and playful danced on her features at all time. There wasn't a man alive who wouldn't want to marry her.

Cosima may not have been a man, but she was certainly in the line of people hoping to woo her. Of course, that kind of thing wasn't really allowed. It messed up the entire order of things, her mother told her once, in a cold, chastising voice when she had been caught watching the princess - Fable was her name - stroll down the road from the castle into the village. Things just didn't work that way here. Well, that was all well and good for everyone else, Cosima thought to herself, but it wasn't good enough for her. The warning didn't stop her from trying, though, and soon that ended in her first heartbreak. It also ended, as one might expect, in her first real punishment. Her parents never really took the time to punish her, since they didn't spend enough time with her to know what she got up to. That was the nanny’s job. However, nothing stopped her father's heavy backhand our shove into a shelf that promptly collapsed when he heard of the little incident from the king himself. He screamed until his face turned red, until tears trailed down cheeks and her face was creased in anger and hurt. That day, at the age of nineteen, she gathered the only thing that belonged to her - a black leather bag, a birthday gift from her late grandfather - and ran away.

 

|| Collateral

ǝƃɐɯɐᗡ ||

 

 

She found herself alone there. After running away from home, she spent the years trekking Midwest of the United States, a typical grunge teen from the 90s. With no friends, no family, and no one to turn to, the royal fae of the unseelie court went from a life of strict, miserable luxury, to the freedom only felt when a live is lived free from money and royalty and rules. She made friends here and there, although they were all on their own paths and never stuck around her very long. She arrived in the early 90s, making her way through Kansas, to Missouri, to Illinois. In the end, she settled in a tiny town there called Zion, where she lived in a rented room in a rather large house.

 

“I am the latest colors. I hate the newer songs.

I can’t stand the lyrics. I’ll never sing along.”


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  • || Fuuuuck, I am so sorry. I haven't forgotten you, I've just been super busy. Forgive me. ;-; ||

  • Sorry this took so long! ||

    Seattle was a labyrinth of concrete buildings, traffic and hills, littered by the homeless and pouring rain. The sound of water trickling down from the sky as if the heavens were crying; the cars screeching by on the winding roads and made up the soundtrack that Kimberly June listened to when she was drawing. The silhouettes of ravens and crows hung threateningly above the artist on telephone wires like the sword of Damocles. While the birds made her unsettled, Kim’s work captured her focus, and besides, in the cafe that Kimberly sat, she was safe from the outside elements of weather and caring of birds.

    Slowly, under the ink of her pen bled out the figure of a woman onto the page. The curves of this woman’s frame came to life, and the frizz of her hair seemed real with the gradient of Kimberly’s pencil. The focus of the work was sitting on nothing but a white background, facing the viewer with half lidded golden eyes, stretch marks on her thighs drawn on. Details weren’t forgotten, because the woman was almost curling onto herself, hair trickling down to cover her nippes, foot lifted ever so slightly as not to expose her most private parts. The drawing of the woman had her hands lazily dripping at her sides, but the most unsettling part wasn’t how she was stark naked- it was that wolfish smile that curled up and reached almost the edges of her face.

    Kim blinked slowly at the drawing of the naked woman, then found her lips parting in a sigh. She closed her journal slowly, hiding the image of the naked woman, and ran her fingers through her own thick, frizzy red hair, before tugging it up into an attempt of a ponytail. Her eyes were almost golden too, but flecks of green splashed on the outer edges of her pupil and into her iris. Pale skin was freckled, having no signs of rosiness despite the cold. And her face seemed to be drawn into thought, with her brows furrowed close together, and those lips finally pressed against together.

    Kim’s outfit was made up of the analogous colors of dark red, burgundy, violet, dark blue. Her silk shirt was the dark red with belle sleeves that cut down, not to reveal her chest, but rather to show a simple gold heart locket that hung down from her neck. Her skirt was of the same material, but was burgundy, while the ripped stockings underneath were violet, and the short boots were dark blue. It contrasted her pale skin greatly. Other than that, there was nothing else noticeable that the young woman had, save for her leather bag. The hot chocolate she had ordered was now cold and resting in the corner of her table.

  • \\Alright, I just like to ask beforehand cause not many people are comfortable with such things and whatnot but since you are okay with it, I may have an idea plot for our two characters and I'm so sorry with the late reply and all.

  • Hello! so sorry for not getting back to you sooner. The holidays flew through then I had a visitor afterward lol. Would you care to plot something?

  • \\Hmmm, let me think for a moment....the reason why I asked is cause drugs will be involved in the thread along with sexual theme as well. I ask people beforehand are they okay with such things in roleplay and if not, I can tone it down a bit for them but I will not tone down my character; but there is a section on my profile that deals with him being bound to someone, kinda like signing a contract of sorts really.
  • \\Hmmm, is your character familiar with drugs or no?

  • \\Oh awesome! Whenever you wanna start we can either plot something out or wing it out between our characters :)

  • Yeeesss! Kimberly is an older version of faye/fae howevertheheckyouspellit called Tuath De, even though she has no clue she is. Perhaps they meet in the modern world and Cosima senses it? Also, I could start us off! 

  • Litness! Which character do you like? *I'm still getting profiles up ASAP* 

  • Sorry this is a bit of a late reply, but would you like to write?)

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"|| I could definitely try to. Any ideas about setting? ||"
May 13
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"|| That sounds great! ||"
May 4
Cosima Brightly left a comment for Lao
"|| I'm not very good at legitimately plotting things out, but we can if you have any ideas or thoughts? I'm totally okay with it either way. We could just do a little or do a lot. It doesn't matter to me. ||"
May 1
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"“I guess.” Was the sort of offhanded response Cosima gave in return. Yeah, maybe it couldn’t be helped. Maybe. But it really sucked that she had to regardless.
“Men are just the worst, aren’t they?” Cosima asked, her voice teetering on teasing, a pl…"
Apr 29
Cosima Brightly left a comment for Lao
"|| They both sound sort of interesting! Maybe Lao? ||"
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"The smile made Cosima perk up a little. It was nice to see a slightly more genuine smile than the sad customer service one Casey had to give. As the blue drink was pushed in front of her, a bit of a wider grin split across her face and she poked at…"
Apr 19
Cosima Brightly left a comment for Lao
"|| Good question! I think plot depends heavily on which character you want to use? I don't think it has to be any specific character. Is there one you want to write as more than others? ||"
Apr 19
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"Cosima didn’t really like that. The people, that is. She was startled by the sight of the half-dragon, half-lady, but it didn’t frighten her, and she certainly didn’t cry about it. In fact, it made her quite angry. Here was someone, clearly injured,…"
Apr 14
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"Cosima was a little more blunt than she generally let on, but even she wasn’t stupid enough to go around asking people if they were human. She didn’t necessarily think non-humans had strange smells to them, but she did know that they felt different…"
Apr 14
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"|| Sure! I'd love to! ||"
Apr 8
Cosima Brightly left a comment for Λnzu
"|| Haha, it's not a problem. And sure, I'd love to write with you. ||"
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