Stormie carries the Mark of The Prince. Limbus Patrum (Coven)

Vampire Rave member for 19 years.

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HI-owa, USA


Bite Stormie

Stalk Stormie


"Place your trigger on my finger.."

Profile last Updated - November 26, 2005
Portfolio last Updated - October 29, 2005
Journal Last Updated - November 26, 2005

I have my Journal set up like this:
Storm Log = Personal Journal Entries
Eye Of The Storm = Poetry, Quotes & Writings
Anatomy Of A Storm = Quizes
Voodoo Storm = Spells, Herbs, Hexes/Vexes
Storm Stories = Educational and Informational

I am a witch with a thirst for warm mortal blood...
My mother was a witch and my father was a vampyre... Although I am still trying to figure out why I am drawn so much to Lycanthropy and Lycans...

I wear the ring of a Crow, and practice Crowism, witchcraft, and also wishcraft. (Magick is a very huge part of my life.)

I am an old school goth that isn't for the fashion (as it seems to be so popular these days) but for the connection with my family...all of my sisters, brothers, and lovers, that share in this curse that is so beautiful....this gothic way of life...the dark is the life...only the dark brings comfort, as the light continues to sting my eyes and my soul...I will forever serve beneath death's hand..

Come into my parlor...
...Join me in the Dark Alleyway of the Vampires...
[Beware, it's also addicting.]

[These guys signed my ass at thier concert when they opened for Cold..]

About Me Personality Quiz

What is your name?Stormie
How old are you?Ageless...
When is your Birthday?30th of March.
What is your zodiac sign?
What Element are you?
Where were you born?Hell.
Where do you live now?Hell.
What color eyes do you have?Grey..but they change colour.
What color hair do you have?Black
How tall are you?5'6"
How much do you weigh?120-125
What is your race?White
What is your worst fear?Finding all the answers.
Do you smoke?Guess I haven't looked.
Do you drink?
Blood, of course.
Do you cuss?Fuck Yeah.
Do you use drugs?Uh huh.
Do you play in a band or play an instrument?Vocals and working on Bass.
Do you have any tattoos and/or piercings?I design tattoos. 11 Piercings so far.
If you had a favorite serial killer who would it be?Me.
Do you suffer from depression disorder?Depression is a mood, not a disorder.
If you had a choice about how you wanted to die what would it be?Having sex.
Have you ever tried to commit suicide? many times..
Have you ever purposely caused harm to yourself or someone else?Which do you prefer, the pleasure or the pain?
What subculture do you belong too? Goth.
Are you evil?
Do you believe that you can be possesed?Of course.
Are you a paranoid person?Sometimes when I'm high..
What is your favorite game?Ouija.
What is your favorite movie?Hellraiser. All of 'em.
Who is your favorite band?If I have to choose only one it's TOOL.
What is your favorite song?No favorites. Most Goth, Industrial, Death, or Heavy Metal music.
What kind of books and/or magazines do you read?Witchcraft, Magic, Satanism..
What is your favorite color?
Or any color that's darker.
What is your favorite food?Flesh.
What is your favorite drink?
Would you ever kill yourself or someone else?Natural born killer baby.
Are you a virgin?What's a virgin? Heh.
Are you kinky?VERY.
Do you like biting?ALWAYS.
Do you masturbate?OH YEAH.
Do you watch pornography?And make it. ;)
Have you ever dyed your hair an unusual color?Scarlet red.
Have you ever shaved your head in a socially unacceptable way?No, but I LOVE mohawks.
Are you hyper active person?Excitable would be a better word. At times.
Are you religious?In a spiritual way, not accepted by society.
Do you have any self inflicted scars?A few.
Does pain turn you on?OH HELL YES.
Do you stand for originality and creativity?Yes.
Do you like meeting new people?Yep.
What do you like most about life?The pleasures of the pain.
What do you dislike most about life?Fake people.
Do you believe in love at first fright?Yes.
Have you ever pierced a body part yourself?Many.
Do you have actual scars from moshing at concerts?From a Slayer concert, yeah.
Does the world piss you off?YES!!! So I to see just how far the rabbit hole goes..

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Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??

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"Which Vampire Clan Do You Belng To?"

Clan quote: 'We are more than vampires. We are the next step in Cainite evolution. We will direct the others if they allow us to do so, or we will stand alone if we must. But we will survive'.

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What is Your Star Wars Horoscope?

Star Wars Horoscope for Aries

Like many aries, you have demonstrated your penchant for inflicting pain.
You feel you are at the center of the universe and that you must be in control.
You enjoy being a leader... and you find that your aggression and quick temper serve you well.

Star wars character you are most like:
The Emperor

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What Kind of Goth Are You?

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What type of vampire are you?

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What sign of the Black Zodiac are you?
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"Which form of Satanism suits you?"

Religious Satanism
This religion recognizes Satan, generally as a life principle. Followers are usually serious adults, although there are few mature teens also. The main tradition of this religion is The Church Of Satan. It is very important to take notice that the Satan they recognize has few points, if any of similarity to the Christian concept of Satan. The Satanist's concept of Satan is pre-Christian, and derived from the Pagan image of power, virility, sexuality and sensuality. Their Satan has nothing to do with Hell, demons, pitchforks, sadistic torture, buying people's souls, performing miracles, human sacrifices and other profoundly evil deeds.

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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to
the Seventh Level of Hell!

Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.

Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Extreme

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["The Life of all Flesh Is The Blood" - Leviticus 17:14]

["Those who Trespass against us, Beware the Shadows of Dusk"]

Unshadow thyselves children
The reign in flesh begins again...

V empire
Funereal majesty awake
Cneajna wreathed in snake
Draconis talons rake...

So haunted is my silent heart
Dreaming only of the moon
When velvet darkness falls tonight
The thirst crescends anew...

Only for you

Inspired to mortal nightmare
Ebony dressed for sunset
In the dulcet whispers of the damned...

Black candles dance to an overture
But I am drawn past their flickering lure
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room
Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb

I sip the blood-red wine
My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
From Chaos born out of love and the scythe
The forest beckons with her nocturnal call
To pull me close amid the baying of wolves
Where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn
In the dank, odiferous earth

We embrace like two lovers at death
A monument to the trapping of breath
As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck
To drop roses on my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
To learn from the dark and the voices between

This is my will...

The forest whispers my name...again and again

I walk the path
To the land of the Dark Immortals
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
As the wild hunt careers through the boughs

Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
In the moon of the woods we kiss

Artemis be near me
In the arms of the ancient oak
Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked

Dark fairy-tales in Palestine,
Symbols and signs to know us by

The principle of Evil
Evolution has been recalled
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon
I stand enthralled
...In the whispering forest

Standing before me with bloodshot eyes,
I see a figure of somewhat mishapen beauty
One that can create Heaven and Hell with just her eyes alone.
Oh those fearless empty eyes...
Darkened like the Stormy skies...
Staring back at the mirror in which I glare...

What a skeletal wreck of man this is.
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes.
Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear.
When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a
laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.
We all have a little sin that needs venting,
virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped
from the branches of office, do you know where your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
Wind down inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned.
For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.
The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath,
so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book.
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life and counting,
time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,
and hope you get a taste.

What the fuck is all this for?
What the hell's going on? Shut up!
I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?

Say, your me, and I’m you, and they all watch the things we do,
and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,
haven’t felt like this in years.
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go,
and punch me into the dead spot again.
That’s where you go when there’s no one else around,
it’s just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse,
and a finger on the trigger.
Classified my ass! That's a fucking secret, and you know it!
Government is another way to say better…than…you.
It’s like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won’t stick,
it’s like a whole other world where you can smell the food,
but you can’t touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.
Humph, isn’t that sweet?
And we’re all gonna die some day, because that’s the American way,
and I’ve drunk too much, and said too little,
when your gaffer taped in the middle,
say a prayer, save face, get your self together and see what’s happening.
Shut up! Fuck you! Fuck you!
I’m sorry, I could go on and on but
their times to move on so, remember: you’re a wreck, an accident.
Forget the freak, your just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple cleaned shit snort,
and blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we’ve done.

(Thanks for everything, Corey. I'll always be your biggest Maggot!)

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