Brava
Pet Name: Brava
Owner: Apache
Theme / Type: Lanturn Ahbruis
Born: November 5, 2012
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Fame
MisticPal Age: 4400 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 15 / 15
Strength: 18
Defense: 0
Speed: 15
Intellect: 12
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
What paths do I follow?
I wear the judgements of my onlookers like a smothering coat. I am a shadow of myself, overburdened by hopelessness. What am I, but a disappointment to any who would hold me in high regard? Therefore, I am discouraged.
But more than discouraged. I am inconsolable. I feel I am the very essence of all things imperfect.
Perhaps I have just been too long alone with myself. Yes, I am confused, if I can focus on physical realities I will be disillusioned.
I look in the mirror, hoping to observe that of which I aspire to be, but all that is there:
a shadow of fame
... and something more obvious.
I bear a mask, crafted and carved from a naked, foreboding horror.
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"I feel as if I am helpless. Even though I desire heroism, I find that I am still drawn to... unsavory practices."
ID No. 24F
Brava; "an expression of approval" or "valiant, brave"
dynamic || resolute || unstable || menacing
"The Thespian"
Brava's greatest talent lies in the area of musical theatre, where she is best known for her performances involving horror and the macabre. She strives for perfection and lives for the enthusiasm and approval of the audience. She takes the roles she plays to heart, so much so that she tends to lose pace with her own identity.
Brava herself, in regular day to day affairs, is still very physically expressive and animated. She has always been a particularly intense and dramatic individual. She is very malleable and adaptable, and works well with the cards she is dealt to come to a solution.
Her greatest love is the atmosphere and anonymity of masquerades. She even prides herself in making beautiful and terrifying masks, of which are always of incredible craft.
Above all, she will not hesitate to remove anyone that gets in her way.
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Dark circles under my eyes,
a symbol of things caged
deep inside,
iron bars rusted and sharp
catching flesh
rending,
bodies frail and starving.
Yet I am masked with exoticness
covering scars with makeup
and clothing artful
shimmering colors singing grace and good,
but nothing could be farther
from my truth.
For I am soiled with
a taste for evil
and none who look shall know
and they will love me,
foolishly.
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Through the wind in the mountain trees drifted whispers of unholy footsteps.
We had called for attention through blood sacrifice. And in the dark of the night they came, to see exactly who had come and to enact their will upon us.
We had known some would come, but we had not expected so many.
We are the dark things that dwell within dreamers...
I had not known true fear before that night.
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Great, winding tendrils dripped and undulated from shapeless bodies.
In shock and reverence the others fell to their knees. One even feinted. But I, in bravery and naivety, defied the weakness stabbing at my legs. I stood tall and took pride in my strength.
I will always regret that.
They came at me with flashing teeth and gnashing desires. The black things fell from them and wound around me, dragging me, binding me, depriving me.
And this part is hard to remember. It is only a whisper of a memory.
They stole something... from me... ah yes, that's right.
My heart, they cut out my heart.
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I roared, awakening violently from a vision of my past. "Who disturbs me?!"
Meekly, one before me in the grip of night, stood trembling, suddenly unsure.
This person, a stranger, while I slept in wilderness to be free from judging eyes. I wonder what had brought them here. Perhaps they were lost.
She, this little one, opened her mouth to speak, but before she did I cut her off, "No, do not say a word, we do not want to disturb the silence."
She backed away, unnerved, confused.
And that is when I struck, for I had in me a dark thirst that needed to be quenched.
And her pain would be the perfect thing to sate me.
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Brava belongs to Apache.
Boxed Lanturn on 11/11/12!
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