Lillith Aethelwulf/finished

[lillith]

Lillith

Your mind's in disturbia,
it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbiabia Am i scaring in you now?

full name: Lillith Grear Aethelwulf
age: 16
gender: Female
Race: Demon

class: Lorekeeper

celeberity claim: Amy Lee

Family:

Mother: Grear
Father: Murdock
Siblings:

• Akira-- age 12
  

History:

Not much to tell
just a simple story
about an angel who fell

RPG SAMPLE:

FROM MY SITE

A sky painted with fog, only one small streak of light escaped from the behind the clutches of the morning clouds, it journeyed as far as it could kissing what came into it's bath before being taken away by the shadows of the day. But for Mr. Dean Winchester could not see what was happening in the turning world. He was here in sight but not in mind his troubled mind took him far away from the present but trapped inside the memories of the past. he was in a world where anything was possible, he could make anything come to be until he woke up into the world called reality or just where the reflections of the past painted themselves crossed the sea of memories.. His mind in chains un able to tear his thoughts away from the torments in hell, and the torments he caused himself, both not any words could evan begin to describe with the words known unto our world.

BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEP

the car sent out the cry as Dean speed through a red light almost hitting the poor car who had been doing everything right. whoa what?! the sound sending confusion through his body and grabbing his mind bringing it back to reality. Dean leaned out the car window. Hey buddy you better not have scratched my car! he yelled as the angry car zoomed past him. Dean pulled his head back in son of a--- before he finished a panic attack jolted through him once again he pushed his head back out the wind his gaze shifted down below. thank God! he mumbled relieved not any thing was breaking away from his precious car.

reflections of where is made at just left danced around showing faint memories in his head. A sigh escaped from his lips, he banged his head on the car, Hell for him was finished for him now but still he knew much more was to come, fear had been eating a way at this Winchester boy, he knew a storm was rising but when it was going to hit, what it was going to hit, what created it, are question still to be answered, it was one of those things you know it's coming but you do not know what IT is. all you can do is what until the clock strikes upon the right hour to reveal itself.

Dean pulled the car into a gas station. Not a soul was to be seen with one's eyes, which sent a stab of fear in to him, it is better to see your enemies face to face and attack head strong then to have them suddenly stab you from you back.
Cautiously Dean pulled himself from the car, as the gas flowed in to the car, his tired gaze shifted around not in the least bit sure about this place, moments later his car was all ready to go, as he was taking one last look around something caught his eyes, a smile ventured a crossed his face, the thing which had captured his was the magazine. THE as in THE one. A slight laugh escaped from his lips. I'm allowed to enjoy myself once in awhile he told himself as he made his way to the door. In the blinking of an eye a shadow soared crossed the room and with yet another blinking was gone, if it left a trace to be followed, Dean did not know, something latched unto his heart, as if telling do not go in there what ever it was if it was the Lord or something, he did not care who it was but he did not want to take any chances. A sigh escaped from his lips Guess Dean's not supposed to enjoy himself a scowl engraved onto his face. he hopped into his car and shot the place one last look. and with the feeling of uncertinety he drove off.


Miles done the road, the car re leashed some sounds that could not be any good. no no noNO! he banged his fist on the wheel. Once again he was forced out of the car. He marched his way over the hood of the car, smoke flew out covering him, coughing he brushed it away he gazed down oh oh that's that's just... just wonderfully. peachy! great! awesome! Sarcastically he shouted. slamming the hood down. his face burning red, he reached into his pocket reached out his cell phone, Sam--- he growled as it took him to the voice mail. The gift of technology, the power of cell phones can be blocked if someone does not open there cell phone! that's just peachy he mocked with a sarcastic laugh. he grabbed a beer from the car, popped the lid, he better not be off with that demon a chill ran down his spine, as he thought of the story Sam had told him. he just had to do it with a demon didn't he. he shook his head what was wrong with a bloody vampire, werewolf, anything but a demon he though to himself. disqusted with the very thought of it, disqusted it was more then a thought, MORE then just a story. He would punch Sam if Sam ever lied to him but swore that if Sam was seriously told him he was lieing that he would break down, hug sam and tell him he was the best brother he could ever have. If only Sam would or If only Dean could Understand.

Eventually you learn

You cant choice who you fall for.