a c a c i a ;;

[♥Meggalicious ;;]

tear out these v e i n s that own my h e a r t

Character’s name: Acacia Veal [Uh-Kay-See-Uh Veel]
Gender: Female
Alliance: Dark
Desired Position: Don't care

Personality:
In Short;;
[sexy][seductive][cruel]

I am the Goddess. The only Goddess. There are none other like me, nor shall there ever be. You shall cherish my footsteps; kiss my feet like the scum that you are, and even be thankful that I so pass a look in your very direction.
I am the Goddess.
They say I am sly, witty, and ever so clever with each step that I take. They spread tales that I seem to be the heaven-sent angel, only to strike down with the force of Lucifer. And they are not lying.
I am a Goddess.
Those foolish, foolish boys adore me. They will crawl mile upon mile just to hear my voice, gaze up into my face that promises them a good fuucking. The girls loathe me with such an undying passion, though I do not blame them. I hate any female more beautiful than myself. And my radiance is at such an great amount, that there isn't a possible way their dismal faces could ever pass mine.
For haven't you heard, darling?

I am the only Goddess.

Appearance:
In Short;;
[lively][gorgeous][abused]

I am a Princess. Perhaps the greatest Princess you shall ever see, and if lucky, get to actually know my name. And perhaps on an even luckier occassion, you may get to chat with me. Walk with me. And-- heaven forbid-- learn about me. Take great acceptance in these small yet valuable acts of kindess, because they run dry. Fast.

What is not to love about a Princess? I've got it all, sweetheart. Dish it out. Its all there, just in reach. Of course, like any Her Majesty they must have the beauty [which I exceed far more than any other], the brains [hell, I'll outwit you anyday], and attitude [give me any tone, I'll rip out your tongue. Though give me my respect, we'll hit it off good.]

I'm a deep scarlet hue, which grows lighter along my back and something that I display fabulously. Face is of course a gray, which white blended in along the cheeks running down my chest [which the boys admire greatly] and my sleek, wonderful tassel draining in the colors of the world.

Hey, I'm a Princess.
And I am perfect.

There are those pesky minor imperfections, but I am able to shed them like their gold. Scars slice my underbelly, and a deep wound lies just under my left eye. Clearly it is infected; but you would never know that.

And don't try and make it seem like you do.

History:
In Short;;
[tough][concerning][misunderstood]

I am an Angel. Look like an angel; talk like an angel; hell, got the lips of an angel. I will be the only real angel you will ever meet, and by far the greatest thing your eyes ever lay upon. The halo? Its replaced by flawless eyes. The wings? A radiant coat.
Though an angel is misunderstood, and perhaps might have even had a few dark secrets hidden under her veil. For with such a strong title, there has to be some blood. Sweat. Tears.

And that, good friends, makes me an Angel.
The only Angel.

Lets skip the first few months. They were boring.
Goody-goody mamma had me and two others, who were complete idiots, and good-goody daddy looked over us like we were treasures. I was of course, though my siblings looked and acted like your typical pups. Loud, annoying, and ugly. They still are.
I was born to be stunning.

Six months into life, moms and pops were gone for good. Most turn their parents' death into a sob-story to draw the attention of other pathetic minds, though I was rather happy about mine. It was a little boy when we had wandered too inward, who was holding his father's contraption, his daddy helping load it. Cocck it. There we go, son!
I remember watching; generating the feeling my day was about to get better. And it did.
The boy carried it into the forest where he saw my parents, and they were frightened. Like the morons they were... they attacked. He screamed and shot a million times, shattering windows and having his father cursing.
I laughed.
Siblings cried.
Daddy got shot in the heart.
Mommy bled to death.
Unlike most other of my kind, I wasn't [nor still am] stupid, so I ran. I prayed the boy would do me a big favor and take care of my siblings, too, but his father came quickly and took away the gun.
Dammnit.

Eventually we drew a part, and I was alone for months. I drew myself into the fighting world... where I excelled at, may I add. Killed a total of two foxes [both were kits] and injured several more.

IC:

Her eyes were dreary, wide apart as she stared mindlessly into the dark terrain. Mind was plagued with thoughts. Can't sleep... can't sleep...
It was the Nightmare.
Nothing can describe the Nightmare, nor Its powers. And it had claimed It's victim... one whom It would stay with forever.
Her jowls quivered in short, exhausted snarls, long ears pinned at her head. Sweat built around her brow and dripped down her face, splashing with the volume of a bomb.
Lord, kill me now!
She was going insane. It was obvious. Orbs rolled and she squealed in rage, rolling onto her back, talons slicing her own flesh to try and scare the Nightmare away. But It wouldn't leave her alone. It had found Its victim... and wouldn't stop the torment until she was dead.