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Midnightsbitch



Midnightsbitch
Hell (Coven)

*hehe I stole ur cupcake and cookies*
Set at 22:56 on June 22, 2010

Vampire Rave member for 16 years.

Status:  Evil One (74.34)
Rank:  Member
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Affiliation:  Hell (Coven)
Mentorship Pupil of The UnKnown Death.
Account Type:  Regular
Gender:  Female
Birthdate:  ?
Age:  ANCIENT
Location: 

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I carved your name into this bullet to let everyone know that you were the last thing to go through my head.


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My name is Midnight. I'm 5'6 blonde hair. green eyes. I WANT A APPLE. My vamp name
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The Great Archives determine you to have gone by the identity:
Selene Beau Pre
Known in some parts of the world as:
Lodemai of The Balkans
The Great Archives Record:
An animal-like vampire who can barely speak - everything is actions with this one. It runs with the deer.

my ugly self

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Music:
-korn
-vnv nation
-slipknot
-disturbed
-icp
-ozzy

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Movies:
queen of the damn
interview with the vampitre
devil-may-cry 1,2,3
s-cry-ed
Deathknot
Prince of Tennis

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What Jokers Card Are You?
Your Result: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers.
 

His evil influence flows from the city streets like red molten ooze, filling every alley and gutter. There are those who are burnt by it, like the charred remains of a napalm strike. He moves in silence, yet with his heat comes ear-shattering screams as the masses are scorched in his choking smoke of corruption. His fire consumes like a lethal injection flowing through the veins of a dying convict. Hosts of small red ants crawl in the wake of his presence, biting and stinging flesh. His holocaust fills the woods of hope and prosperity like a wave of hungry piranhas on a newborn lamb. He goes by many names, but for now let it be spoken like the force of a fireball bursting into a crowd. He's Jack, pure and simple... Jack Jeckel.
His glow of compassion kindles the heart, like a campfire on a cold winter's eve. His embers burn eternally, spreading the flame of mercy like a warm blanket over the shoulders of a vagabond. His kindness is fueled by sympathy for human suffering, but his inferno of righteous cause, incinerates creatures of sin to ash. The torch of his salvation guides wanderers in the dark abyss to freedom. Its flaring sparks float on the winds of change, like soaring birds recently freed from a dreary cage. Laughter explodes forth from the essence of his being, radiating the land with childish joy. He has many names, but for now let it be spoken like melodic music drifting through the air. He's Jake, true indeed... Jake Jeckel.
Emerging from the Dark Carnival like phantom smoke drifting into the minds of men, they are the Amazing Jeckel Brothers. A chaotic duo of juggling masters, Jack "the sinister" and Jake "the just" juggle the sins of mortal men. The price of admission to their show is a mere human soul.
When death creeps around and life decays, the departed spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle will begin to form like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising from its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin to see an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red balls between themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh blood and pulsating like an erratic living heart. For every sin committed in a mortal's life another ball is added to their unearthly performance and the harder it becomes. The deceased will witness sinister Jack throwing Jake curves in a vile attempt to see a ball drop. For if they should fumble in their act, a pit of infinite evil shall open beneath the feet of the viewer and cast the soul into an eternity of pain and suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates of Shangri-La and grants one ascension into pure enlightenment and peace.
Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are the very fabric of our being conscience and soul. There is no escape from their Juggling act because there is no way to escape from ourselves. Only in death will we realize this as we twist and spin to the other side?

The Great Milenko.
 
The Wraith.
 
The carnival of carnage.
 
The Ringmaster.
 
The Riddle Box.
 
What Jokers Card Are You?


Likes:
-blood
-chains
-wolfs
-biting
- random shiny things

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Dislike:
-me
-sunlight
_ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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Member Since: Sep 21, 2005
Last Login: Dec 23, 2010
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