Tragedy
The Tones of Sorrow
Pet Name: Tragedy
Owner: Whitefoxfire
Theme / Type: Lanturn Jinx
MisticPal Name: Dolor
MisticPal Age: 4185 Days
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Strength: 6
Defense: 8
Speed: 5
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 7
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The Greatest Tragedy is Her Own
Thank you very much Eme ^.^ She'll be loved quite a lot x3
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Real Name: Temperance 'Tragedy' Lockhorn
Other Name: Tragedy
Meaning:
-noun, plural -dies.
1. a dramatic composition, often in verse, dealing with a serious or somber theme, typically that of a great person destined through a flaw of character or conflict with some overpowering force, as fate or society, to downfall or destruction.
2. the branch of the drama that is concerned with this form of composition.
3. the art and theory of writing and producing tragedies.
4. any literary composition, as a novel, dealing with a somber theme carried to a tragic conclusion.
5. the tragic element of drama, of literature generally, or of life.
6. a lamentable, dreadful, or fatal event or affair; calamity; disaster.
Age: Ageless, Appears mid-twenties
Species: Form of Suffering
Gender: Female
Other:
Teller of Tragedies
Appearance:
Quad
Fur: Grey and White
Eyes: Golden
Markings: Orange and White
Mutations: Feathered Wings
Build: Slender
Height: 11' 5" at shoulder
Weight: 1,271 lbs
Human
Hair: Long; Curly; Black
Eyes: Orange
Complexion: Tan
Markings: Black Tattoos
Build: Lean
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 198 lbs
Accessories:
Gothic Dress
Numerous Necklaces
Likes:
People
Writing
Organs
Gothic
Spiders
Dislikes:
Winter
Cold
Being Alone
Pain
Suffering
Hobbies:
Organist
Job: Cook; Musician; Carnival Host
Hired: May 5, 2010 at 6:11 pm
Roleplay Status:
Open
Relationship Status:
Single
Preference:
Straight
Personality:
:|:|: Quiet :|:|: Collected :|:|: Gothic :|:|: Oppressed :|:|:
Temperance was you ordinary girl at one point in time, having a full life ahead of here where possibilities lay endless. This perhaps, was her first, and greatest tragedy.
Before long, about the time one hits a point in their life where they must go through a relatively easy, in retrospective, time in their lives, Temperance entered a place called "high school". She wasn't hated, nor overly loved, but she was indeed ignored. Even the rumored bullying of the underclassmen went right by her, always having looked a bit older than what she really was. In the end, being the shy and non-social butterfly that she was, this lead her to have a quite lonely lifestyle.
After a few years of this, and nearing the end, she was beginning to feel the pain of loneliness and the desire to be around someone constantly. Although she tried to speak with others, the fear gripped her like a vice and kept her from interacting and gaining that friendship that would drive away the sorrow and pain. This pain, although easily dismissed by those around her, wasn't overlooked by some darker forces.
On a hollow's eve that year, she was approached by a man in black, wearing a smirk that hid many lies and secrets. He offered her the chance to never be lonely again; to have that confidence to speak with others and be friendly. The price; she would simply have to write tragedies for a living. Perhaps she didn't understand the consequence, or maybe she was that tired of being alone; whatever the case, she accepted the terms, written on a old parchment paper. After that, she became what is often mistaken to be a harbinger of death. With every encounter she makes, a tragedy is written, not always about whom she encounters, but of the most dreadful and insufferable sort. These are reflected in the songs she writes, and often, she doesn't realize of whom it's written about until after she's finished the last note.
Because she so often wrote about her new friends, and the suffering they would partake in, she decided to isolate herself from people once more. Only when necessary, or when that morbid artistic urge set in would she write those tragic songs. Though she is still lonely and desires the company of others, she doesn't want to put anyone in danger, and there in, keeps to herself, writing tragedies in hopes that people will find entertainment in their sorrow and forgive her for causing such.
Favorite Saying:
"The tragedy of life is not that man loses, but that he almost wins"
Family:
-Unknown-
Acquaintances:
[ Still The Organ ]
-coming-
[ Victims of the Silence ]
-none yet-
Renamed from Takk on April 16, 2011 at 4:44 pm
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