MONSTER, rida von maur

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Nothing about you exactly screams monster. You were born, and you will die... that it the way of the world. Every action has an opposite and equal reaction, so you don't care. You never cared. You have self-control, so you don't need to shed innocent's blood to feel satisfied; to simply bury your head into a book, haha, you laugh as you flip the pages because instinct cannot get to you. Never.

Your mother scolds you, says you need to be punished. You bow your head and agree that, yes, you need punishment.

But you know you don't.

She reaches to grab you, her speed is slow but the instinct it boils, it rages. So for once you close your eyes and decide to teach her a lesson. Because you did not need to be punished.

Opening your eyes, you feel the world spinning around you, you feel it pulsing with life. But ignoring the worldly things because you don't like it.

So you lick the blood off your lips. Oh, God, you do... you do like that.




A Nemean Lion is a dastardly beast. A foe that cannot be tamed nor managed. Wily, vicious, and grim it never gives; it just take all the time. It take lives, and it takes time. But it is something that cannot be controlled, feral and untamed. A wild mane and an even wilder set of teeth and claws. It will rip you open.

Easily irritated and and on the edge of self-destruction, the Lion lives for combat. It's strategy is simply: bite, claw and kill whatever bothers it. Volatile by nature, it has highly unusually mannerisms, preferring to attack without a plan and go with the flow.

It makes plenty of mistakes, which can be its own downfall if used correctly, but the sheer willpower of the Lion is not to be taken lightly.

[attr="class","appname"]RIDA VON MAUR

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AGE: 18
SEX: F
RACE: MEMEAN LION
HOMELAND: ZAQAR
CONTRACT: N