quote:A wanderer I have always been, a loner of the skies. The dark stars are my home, and the silver rain my sole companion. They say that I am blind to the world, that my vision is clouded by my faith. But they are the ones who cannot see. For though their world may be looked at, and touched, it is one of fiery hate. It is nothing to compare to mine. The lovely serenity of a life spent gazing at the unseen... one simply cannot fathom the feeling without having experienced it first.
Full Name: Entranced by the Soul
Name: Trance
Role: Seer Shaman
Personality:
Melancholic and soft-spoken.
Easily distracted and very distant seeming
Spiritual
Rough description:
A tall, slender shaman with blue skin that shifts shades according to the sky itself. She was born half-blind, and sees the world through a haze, so her black eyes have a milky white glaze over them most of the time, unless she's prophesying, in which case they shine with a white light. She has three white tear drop markings on each cheek like the rest of her species. Clothes vary, but her trademark style is usually a long flowing dress studded with stars. Always barefoot and has her hair down.
~ Entranced ~ by Disincarnate
Ancestral home in the twilight deeps
Beckons to me with unseen fingers
Forefathers haunt
Calling to me from this dark charnel house
Corrupted through lifelong seclusion
Driven by an unnatural force
Drawn to this vault
Declivity where the light reaches not
Enigmatic crypt of my bloodline
Place of ancestral remains
Temple of my fascination
Possessing me
Reversion to past generations
A decadent state of the mind
Return to repellant scions
Of the primitive
Enchanting black recesses of the past
Welcome me to my true home
Familiar far beyond the tenancy
Of the body which I now possess
Eyes affixed upon the dank portal
Alone I lie entranced
Echoes of my forgotten lives
Summoning me to the gothic retreat
Here I belong
My casket awaits, my heritage calls
Sinister flashes of supersight
Penetrate the veils of empiricism
Sanity wanes
I witness my lineage perish in flames
Enigmatic crypt of my bloodline
Place of ancestral remains
Temple of my fascination
Possessing me
Reversion to past generations
A decadent state of the mind
Return to repellant scions
Of the primitive
Delving into the terrors
Of my inherited scorn
Undeniable heritage
Innocent nevermore
Though but twenty-one winters have
Chilled my bodily frame
Blasphemy pours in torrents from my lips
Enchanting black recesses of the past
Welcome me to my true home
Familiar far beyond the tenancy
Of the body which I now possess
Eyes affixed upon the dank portal
Alone I lie entranced
If lost, return to my master.