Mysraela

[[.P.erfect.&.D.angerous.]]

Name: Mysraela (Mis-rail-uh)
Species: Dark Angel Demon
Age: Time has no meaning to one who seems immortal, now does it?
Looks: Long white tassels that brush the small of her back adorn Mysraela's tiara. Orbs the color of blood accompany a small, slightly pointed nose and a thin-lipped, almost never smiling mouth on a pale complexioned face.
The chains of time snake around Mysraela's wrists, tight enough to feel, yet loose enough to let the blood pour through her veins. A black dress that almost sweeps the floor covers her body, with a small, jagged black dagger that has yet to miss a mark. Her feet are bare, for there is no need for shoes when pure white wings the color of snow can carry you over things your feet cannot.
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I act like: There are precious few who Mysraela will grow any type of close to. All that are in this type of relationship are of her own kind. She doesn't trust humans, elves, or the midgety dwarves. She has yet to stumble across one who isn't obnoxious, predjudiced, or idiotic that isn't dead.
Past: Honestly, I should make this optional, but then everyone would skip doing it... _-_ I'll work on hers laterz.