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DahliaName: She forgot her name after what happened. (open for suggestion)Dahlia by Husky-21
Appearance: She has big brown eyes and blonde hair in which she always wears a red dahlia. Her clothes match the flowers color, even the handle of her whip is red. She is pretty tall, yet not so athletic. She wears four earrings at her left ear and only one at the right side. Sadly all of these clothes and earrings were stolen from deserted shops on the way to KanterTown. You will never see her without her cloak, there even is a small rapier-like weapon attached to her back and hidden underneath it.
Personality: She is really shy but cheeky towards people she doesn’t know, people usually think she’s really kind and sweet. Yet it occurs she meets someone who doesn’t like her which leaves her totally confused, sad or even somewhat angry. She has some difficulty talking to other people or expressing how she feels, sometimes it can make her really down to see how other people can a
I call it passion. My mother brings me a soother, incased in a miniscule pearl pink circle.I call it passion. by kissysaltcoatedangel
As she walks into my room she hears a few verses of the spoken poetry titled "My thighs":
Sheepishly she asks me to refrain from watching anything that may cause' disturbance to my character.
Spark me off because for her and for many my body is constantly dripping, buttery with gasoline.
A supposed 'defect' that has caused many to label me as "Bitch" because unlike many ladylike girls I don't zip my lips.
In fact any jagged zipper teeth that may protrude from my plump lips have rusted, the zipper itself is broken.
She doesn't understand why I rage against subjects that shouldn't bother my ideal, pubescent mind.
To stop calling my brother "homophobic" because the word faggot rolls down from the tip of his tongue
with stomach-tightening ease.
(but she doesn't tell him to be quiet).
When I tell her I am a feminist she tells me to do my re