Description

|Hair|
"I honestly think it's been every neon color available. I like the orange the best though, so it's staying like this for the rest of my days. A bright, fluorescent orange. Matches my inner animal, don't cha think? I may dye my bangs, if I have them at the time, a different color, like pink, but, for the most part, I'm an orange girl."

|Eyes|
"My eyes are blue, but the kind of blue that's see through, crystal."

|Height and Weight:|
"I'm pretty average at 5'5. Then... about 140-ish.."

|In Depth|
" I never thought someone would ask me to explain my beauty in detail... haha.. Um.. anyhoo, I guess I'm of average female size for a twenty-two
year old. I stand at 5'5 and weigh around 140. Um.. My hair is usually long, and goes to the curve of my back, and I.. if I kept it up to date, then my
roots should be a lightish brown, and get lighter, making my roots almost white in color. I have crystal blue eyes, that I've been told, "guys get lost in",
but I don't believe that for one minute, because, I've only had one boyfriend."

"As for appearance, I usually wear what I feel is comfortable on me that day. For instance today, I wore this grey sweater, that goes about to mid-thigh, and some black leggings, with a few accessories here and there, like my bangly bracelets, rings, and matching grey beanie. But, tomorrow, a tight-fitting black dress, with heels could be what I feel comfortable in.

I don't really know how to explain me, I'm just... me. *Smiles*"

|Personality|
"My Personality? Perfect. Spotless. Compassionate. Neat. Caring. Happy. Fearful. Nice.

I love myself. Especially my four-legged side. I'm freaking adorable, and I think the witch that gets me, should love on me. All the time."

|Likes|
❤ Daisies
"They're like the flower of Spring. So bouncy, and light."
❤ Color Orange
"Orange as in domesticated foxes."
❤ Color Purple
"Purple as in hippos in my old children's books."
❤ Mascara
"It adds definition to any look, and makes my eyes really.. pop."
❤ Braids
"It's a nice touch to outfits, and gives your hair a... clean look. Like, you cared enough to braid it."

|Dislikes|
✘ Color White
"It's such a sad color, really."
✘ Color Black
"I'm not an inmate."
✘ Western Attire
"Sorry guys, but I can't do cowgirl."
✘ Costume Jewelry
"Why bother? It's way too heavy, and a waste of money."
✘ Lies
"If you lie to me, well... let's just say, you're gonna get a bitch to answer to."

|Occupation:|
"I currently work as a waitress for a bar. I believe the cat works there too. *Grins* "
{Can Change. Just playing with ideas.}

|Special Abilities:|
"Well, First off, I'm a familiar, and what not.
Secondly, I can.."

|Animal Form:|
"I can change between my two forms. Animal and Human. My animal is an orange, domesticated fox. I think I'm damn adorable, but some think not. Which, then, I tell them to screw off."

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|History

So begins...

Desiree Laila Monty's Story

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Marbrooke, Maine.

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#2014-09-11 04:56:54, as written by Dead

Morrigan Blackwood

Morrigan was standing behind the counter of Inspiration, the medium sized music store that was just filled with all sorts of different music sold in most commonly CD's, some records, some tapes, and a small DVD shelf that really wasn't the main high light of the store. She had her earphones in, obviously acceptable for the small owned business she had been surprisingly hired by. Taylor Momson's voice from The Pretty Reckless sang roughly into her ears as she swung her hips back and forth to the bass and the drums, singing along softly as she began organizing some CD's they had recently bought from some people since they did accept ones that were low on or were running out of. She sighed slightly as she put the last CD into the box and then put it under the counter, her head swinging a bit now to the beat while her long, black hair swung around her stomach. It wasn't a bad day at all.

She glanced outside, staring at the cloudy sky and watched as thunder roared around the windows and rain spilled down onto the pavement of the small parking lot outside for a few minutes at a time, before fading to a sprinkle and then picked back up again. A few people had wandered in this afternoon; usually they weren't that busy in the middle of the day on weekdays, so she really didn't have much to worry about at the moment. She was equally as relieved when she heard her phone stop the song and start beeping, signaling her ten minute break as she smiled and put her headphones into her pocket and grabbed her pack of menthols.

She continued to dance a little as she made her way outside by the side of the store, checking back and forth the empty parking lot before lighting a cigarette up. She loved days like this, when she didn't have to worry about getting a rush of people or her boss walking in on her. No, she was trusted enough to run this store by her self most days of the week. Sometimes, the boss's daughter would be in to help her which was great because they always found a way to sneak a joint at the back of the building and that just put Morrigan in a mood that was ... just great. She grinned at the thought, taking a long drag on her cigarette.

She blinked when she saw a napkin fly right in front of her combat boots,landing in a wet mess as the wind decided it became too heavy to pick up again. With another drag from her cigarette, she narrowed her eyes that suddenly turned a bright red and the napkin began to levitate in the air. With ease, her eyes moved over to the green dumpster not that far from the building, where the napkin landed plop in the bottom of it's semi empty base and she smiled to herself. She had nearly perfected her ability, and it made her smile with eager determination at her progress. Her powers had been quite intense lately, her dreams extremely vivid and the power of her magic giving her more confidence then it had in a long time. That made her smile.

She glanced down at her phone. She usually didn't take ten minutes to finish a cigarette break, and she didn't have to clock out or anything since it was known she was pretty good about her breaks. and it had only been five. She was getting a bit bored. Although she loved this job, working with music and having a pretty chill day most of the time, she was getting anxious to get some dinner soon since it was rolling around five and the store closed at seven. She sighed, leaning against the brick of the store and taking a drag that marked the halfway line on her cigarette. "I'm thinking... subway." She said to herself, nodding as her stomach growled.

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#2014-09-14 17:52:48, as written by SaxyLady15

Desiree stretched for a long few minutes. But it felt so good. All her muscles waking up, and herself. Letting out a big yawn, she sat up in her bed for a few minutes before finally getting out of the warmth of her covers. It was after noon. She smiled as she watched the hand on the clock tick for a second, tilting her head slightly.

She shook her head, and walked into her big closet, with just enough room for her to walk in, pick the desired outfit of the day, and walk back out to change. After grabbing a pair of worn-in darker jeans, and a white button down shirt, she threw them on the bed, and stripped. Then, she put on her desired outfit, and walked to a mirror as tall as her, if not taller. Her lips pursed a smile as she looked at herself. "Gorgeous.." She winked at her reflection, and tried to run a hand through her yellow and red hair, but it was too tangled.

After spending a good deal on time of just getting the brush through her hair, she sighed, and went into her apartment's small kitchen. After grabbing a box of "Frosty Wheats", and a bowl, she ate cereal for her mid-day meal. She cleaned up after herself, putting the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher she had, and the cereal and milk away in their designated places. She leaned over the sink, feeling the sun's rays on her soft skin. "Time for a run.." She grinned.

Before she knew it, she was out on the sidewalk, in running shorts and a tank, loving the feeling of the wind through her hair. If you watched her closely, it was almost like she was a fox, her hair a blur of orange from the yellow and red.

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#2014-09-19 19:19:15, as written by Sanarith

Liliana's head buzzed with the possibilities of what was in the book. She wanted to read it, of course she did - but she had already stepped out of the door. Sighing in the rain and thunder, Liliana pulled the hood forwards once again. She walked down the path that lead from her grandmother's house, just below the castle and tourist attraction that her family owned. It was grand and majestic - something that Liliana loved. It was hiding so many secrets, Liliana knew that, and she wished that she could be the one to discover them, even if that was childish beyond belief. She was 17 now, and knew she had to grow out of her childish imagination - especially since her powers were getting more and more out of control now.

Liliana smiled as she remembered her secret, and as she walked, she watched as flowers sprung up from the ground, flowering into beautiful blue, red, and purple flowers. She smiled to herself, before checking nobody was watching, before heading off rapidly to town.

She was heading for Subway, of course, and stepped onto the busy streets of Marbrooke from a quaint forest path. She loved the woods, it was one place where she could her most easily controlled power, her naturokinesis, go wild. The trees were almost like her sanctuary. It was the one place she felt safe... And free.

Liliana almost walked into the orange haired girl that ran past. She got out of the way in a hurry, almost dropping her purse and phone. Sighing, she looked back before carrying on towards the Subway.

Liliana also passed the bookstore Fiction, and watched as two men inside began talking to one another. She wondered about going in to listen to their conversation, and asking about the Grimoire her grandmother had shown her - was it real? Or a cheap copy of some mythological book? Liliana had been kept in the dark about herself for so long, and now her grandmother was just handing her 'the family Grimoire'. She hoped her grandmother had finally decided to talk to her. She shook her head and continued on towards the Subway, before spotting it some way ahead. She hurried on and got out of the rain, before pushing her hood back and letting her black hair tumble past her shoulders.

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#2014-09-20 00:48:26, as written by SaxyLady15

Desiree suddenly snapped out of her running mind frame when a girl almost made her do a flip. She simply nodded her head, earbuds in her ears. She continued around the block, then looped back some 10 minutes later, and decided to grab some lunch. "What's around here?" She scratched her chin, pulling out her Iphone, and looked up 'nearby restaurants'. The all too familiar Subway icon popped up. "Perfect." She sighed, and started walking over there.

Desiree arrived at the Subway, the door slowly closing behind her. There was that girl.. again. Desiree thought it might be odd she ran into a second time now, but simply smiled, and ordered a veggie sandwich. Despite being an inner carnivore, she preferred eating veggies anytime she was given the option really.

She sat in the table by the wall alone, feeling odd as the girl seemed unsure of where she was, or looked so anyway.

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