:heavy_multiplication_x: sneak peak

I cannot live in this world

mere just corpse to weak.

broken, stolen by the lord

not the holy, but the freak

who cares forever my end

I'm ready my hands to tend

as I can't breathe anymore

Just dread inside my heart

fledgling twist in my blore

there's no mistake to dart

for my eternal hate

my light ate...

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'A Ballad for a Guilty Girl'

by :copyright: Jpdragon_2016

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"Weakness is a sin yet I cannot forgive..."

Cute mistake by :copyright: Jpdragon_2016

Proofs on Drive - https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1fbHM1fK3Mwjhs3PvBCxiwmN0EKwObiaU

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:heavy_multiplication_x: teaser

As usual, she was weird looking. After hearing she had someone who cared about her, Sin felt not well. Really, she didn't really look like herself - that being cold, cruel - a gruesome thing deserving only to vanish into the snake Zahak's, who turned her into one of his followers and "false" child, unfortunately, empty hugs. She hated herself so many times to be a mistake, that is, something to be thrown away, indeed, worse - a failure of someone who thought she loved her, but instead was a lie killing her feelings, not only her dreams.

Behind her endless walk through nothingness as her adopted father wished, like a kind of empty shell full of beauty and meaningful manners, little Sin was afraid , confused and astonished inside.

Her frizzy hair kept company to her mere solitude. Her deep brown eyes were always stared at the same corner that she loved and hated. She was always caught up in that point which obsessed her and which she could not avert her sad gaze towards its demise of her ego.

Her body was almost, meanwhile, alive and expressed itself only in moments of despair and fear, when they came to her heart consumed by the evil she had received before experiencing what she was undergoing. Never was there any peace in her. She always retreated to her darkest corner of which she found refuge from what was happening to her -- it only made her insignificant, dead but sweet at the same time -- like a blade that kept piercing her.

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:heavy_multiplication_x: psychology

Sinny and her aunt by john

Sin has a melancholic personality.

Wip

🩶 Adores

- Edgar Alan Poe

- her Aunt Azi Despair

- military burials

- magic [in min part]

🩶 Loathes

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:heavy_multiplication_x: appearance

"I guess...a broken life makes me..."

by :copyright: Jpdragon_2016

Proofs on Drive - https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1PlSi-axrKn7r8Mrju-E_QeyJlOl3K5-J

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:heavy_multiplication_x: relationships

"I wish they were like me...guilty to be like me"

by :copyright: Jpdragon_2016

Proofs on Drive - https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1PlSi-axrKn7r8Mrju-E_QeyJlOl3K5-J

🩶 Father - Zahak

:cherry_blossom: Aunt - Azi Despair

"I am her servant, safety...forever...my despair more bigger than my dying heart.."

🩶 Mother - unknown

"about her...better to die than trembling.."

She has not good relations with her mother. As she prefers no mention her name, because she wants to forget her, she is a mere stranger for her mother. Indeed she is afraid of her

:purple_heart: Children - Desy, Distress and Neceron

"they are my unfortunate...sweeties..I would like to...drag forever in...to my stone with me"

She has two deceased babies and one alive. The last one is sick as she thinks to blame for his illness and pain. Her beloved son, Neceron, can not talk well that she wishes to protect him.