FOUGUE, Lilith

[LILITH FOUGUE]

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[rs=2]	WHAT A LITTLE BEAUTY I’m going to assume this is my queue to allow you to attempt to fully comprehend me, I doubt you ever will the complexity I have is something not even I comprehend at time and that’s saying a lot considering how intelligent I happen to be. Before anyone asks yes I am bilingual and I do speak both French and Spanish, that doesn’t mean you can decide to speak to me in whichever language you prefer sorry. Try again later maybe. For those of you wondering I stand five foot six inches, my hair at the roots is a deep brown sugar but I’ve taken the liking to dye it a light red copper brown giving me sort of a fierce look much like my name. I don’t usually dress to impress so you will find me in ripped skinny jeans with a muscle shirt I made myself and perhaps either vans or heels (if I feel the occasion to walk in those deviled things) My jewelry though, always flatters whatever I’m wearing therefore somehow I still manage some sex appeal. I’m Dominican its plain and simple, it wouldn’t be hard for anyone to tell unless of course you’re stupid; I also have a few things hidden behind those honey orbs you stare so intensely at. But please its all the flattering to me eventually I shall give you the glass you urgently want to take a sip out of. JE NE SAIS PAS CETTE PERSONNE The mask that I show to the world and the people around me is one of absolute seduction and innocence. I am outspoken (beyond measure), considerate (to a degree) empathetic (situational), bilingual and very intelligent. But nobody (in my opinion, at least) would ever suspect that the delicate flower I was to be atrocious. Without the well craved mask, I’m one gorgeous, conniving little bitch. Everything I do is not without purpose or a double meaning, and I know that the best way to get favors and be loved later on is to fake – or perform as I see it- your way through life and act like you are glorious, impeccable, and a hell of a saint. I, Lilith have mastered performing those exact traits. There are very few people that could point out a negative trait about me that is beyond abnormal in nearly every other person, after all the seven sins still apply to the human being right? Expect for me seeming quite “bizarre” as I’m always sewing my words in a philosophical way that is unexpected for a female of my age. Yet little does anyone know those gears are always turning in my head, plotting staying a head of the head who thinks he/ she is ahead. I’m the master of being the lead of everyone, yet I’m not a total monster. Insecurity hit me hard at a young age and I was denied the compliments of beauty by the one I longed to speak them. I let this scar me but not as much as her mother and father forsaking me. Yet now my seductiveness and feminine beauty reeks across the space in which I roam capturing the eyes of many assholes despite whether they desired me or not. I’m an absolute control freak mainly due to my insecurities, I have to be in control or feel I’m empowered at least 75% of the time or things will go terribly downhill. I can become mildly psychotic and dance into a killing spree this has happened twice and each time I don’t recall what exactly happened thus I usually end up crying. I’m emotionally vulnerable due to this because I realize I’m a danger to people I happens to become close with but can't help but crave them and literally have to be authority around them. Basically I’m is mentally battling my impulses and losing as those scars are overruling my will power to be empathetic as I use to be. After being forsaken by my parents I was a semi-outcast to the home I belonged in after they found out what my mother had done. While I’m particularly fond of the majority of my fellow clan members, thinking they are ridiculous and impure, there are a certain few that I happen to hate. Yet I regained their trust surely but slowly. Besides I knew if the time came I wasn’t against "putting an end to them." Maybe when that time comes, I might surprise myself and find myself unable to, metaphorically, "appuyer sur la gâchette." Maybe because someone had just managed to nudge their self into the block of ice I call a heart. KEEP DIGGING YOU WON’T FIND ANYTHING USEFUL Things I dislike vary it depends on the situation, but of course there are a few things I serious will never feel an attraction for. For example, Liars, arrogance in addition to ignorance; my god I’ve met far too many people that fit this category and I wouldn’t be surprised if you did as well. I hate mice, and anything close to them such as squirrels, raccoons but don’t mistaken my dislike for them to all animals I own two snakes, an Egyptian Mau name Fufu and a Dogo Argentino who is name Domino. Pink, the color not the singer, is something I don’t take a liking to. I also can’t stand country music the vibes don’t roll with me correctly, don’t get me wrong some of it is good (mainly Carrie Underwood), but the rest I just can’t stand to hear it. I have a burning (ha-ha, did you catch onto that one?) passion for art of any form especially dancing. I like tattoos and have twelve so far, I’d rather not say where they are and I’m assuming you’ll notice them eventually right? I love mind games, tricks of any sort and animals mainly snakes but as I said before I clearly have a few pets. I love sports, I’m usually on the run especially when it’s raining or I’m playing soccer. I’ve suddenly taken up to reading thrillers and mysteries also I love gaining more knowledge on anything whether someone sees it as useless or not one day it shall come in handy; it all does. My strengths are also my weaknesses. I’ve mastered everything that I can about water except of course for the mastery levels. Therefore I can make walls, I can make sculptures, I can take water from the air and phase it to something useful but those water whips (can’t wait till I get that one) and such I haven’t even come close. I’m a very rational character and it assumes me I’m such considering how emotional I am internally but perhaps that is the reason I am logical. Therefore I seem a bit heartless at times when I cut the knife short and give you the real deal on things. Self-motivation is everything that powers me; I am out to prove whoever denied me wrong and to self-satisfy; this means if you try to put me down I’m possibly going to set out in every way to prove you wrong and that might just mean me playing my dirty little tricks on you. (Sometimes the emotions get the better off me) You know something I’ve noticed as well as others over time I tend to hum when I’m nervous. I’ve never really picked up on it till about a year ago, I also have this weird little quirk of standing with one leg behind the other before they cross at the ankles; it doesn’t have a real purpose just relaxing I suppose. Also before I speak a different language other than English my right eyebrow arches whenever I’m considering what they said or thinking in general. My fears, ah you want them all? Well I don’t have many, death isn’t one of them. But to be considered worthless to the one I value most terrifies me, in addition to becoming much like my crazed mother. Which leads to my secret, my name means fiery spirit and it was given to me by my father, Alexander Feu Diaz who was a fire clanner. LE FEU, LES CENDRES, L’EAU S'EST NOYE TOUT I was born in middle of summer, in the festering heat. It was amusing to me that I was considering most of my clan members I had known now were born in the fall or dead winter. I was the product of rape; it only took me till I was seven to realize. It made sense when I added it up; my mother, Maria, had lashed out at me with such violent anger. All the emotional and physical abuse, it made sense. She had been broken and therefore she saw it as her duty to break me. I HAD two brothers (Marcus and Joseph) but my mother neglected them so much they were given to another mother. They died seven days later after their adoption, my mother killed them. She had snapped. I remember her words before she lost that little peiece of mind she had left, “don’t die my peu jumeaux, petite feu.” At that moment I understood, my father was someone from the fire clan. It also brought me to the conclusion of my last name. That was after I watched her use “blood control”; it was frightening experience to be honest. The woman she had unfortunately picked explodes almost as if she had added such extensive pressure to their blood cells it couldn’t take anymore. While she had done this she had gone around chanting, “.Este es el final, esta es la llamita final.” She had managed to kill two elders and four children not including my two brothers. Where had I been the whole time? I was trapped by those caramel arms till she dropped me, like I was a burning coal, against her body. It only took me moments to realize I had flames flashing around me, except I hadn’t created them a mysterious figure had. He vanished soon after as my mother laid there continuing to say, “Este es el final.” I didn’t understand what she meant till two days later; she meant this was the end of her stress, her life, the end of having to there at my call. She couldn’t do it anymore she had given up. That was when the clan turned their back on me, they were afraid I would snap as well. “Soon or later she’ll be just like her.” But I wouldn’t be I couldn’t allow it, yet that didn’t mean I wouldn’t be like my father. It took till I was seventeen for the clan to accept me once more, but others were still skeptical of course they never said that to my face. I intimidated the people within my own home and I didn’t even want to, but I assume that is what provoked my personality. The one if formed around the one created by my mother. It wasn’t till last year I made the puzzle whole; I realized why the fire didn’t hurt me completely. My father had raged a flame around me to burn her, he wouldn’t have enough strength to keep me from the burns and I was too little to protect myself, yet I had managed to survive. That half fire within me allowed me to neglect some of the pain naturally from the flames formed by others. This meant I didn’t have to shield myself with water to cease the flames, it also meant I could encounter my father and put him to his death which I did. He didn’t say much when he was struggling with his last breaths but he did say one thing, “appuyer sur la gâchette, petite flame.” And eventually I would do just what he said to everyone around me. Pull that trigger, like the little flame I was.
VALKYRIE [VALK]. SIXTEEN. EST. ANOTHER SITE ADD.