je vais leur dire ma religion c'est toi.

the template wasn't working for me, so i hope this is fine!
 
Former Name: opium epos.
Changed Name: opium. just opium.
What Type Of Blood are They?: red.
Head, Or Co-Head in their House?: nope.
Position: tracker. (i'm not really sure what that is but it sounds cool lol)
Age: seventeen.
 
Bio: opium is a wicked girl, one with the same sly smirk across her lips and an indescribable attitude. she never knew her birth parents, though she was raised by a human huntsman by the name of keith, up in alaska, who found her at five years old wandering around the forest near a mountainous area, which were known to be inhabited by grizzly bears. so like any normal person would, he took her in 'just until her parents called', but the time never came. so the man kept opium as his own. she attended a normal school and did normal everyday things.
but it was all until one day when her bloodlust truly kicked in, and she saw herself for who she truly was. up in the mountains, there was an encounter with a grizzly bear. and following her lack of self control and instinct, she wrestled the animal down. she returned to keith's with scratches, brusies, a bloody mouth, and a handful of bear teeth. no one could describe what had happened, not even opium herself.
she did her very best to forget about the situation, but it didn't exactly help when she had a sudden urge a while later to bite a boy in her class. it was like an animal inside her smelled something, an aroma from his skin. to her, it was mouthwatering. opium soon found herself tracking him down on a late night leaving a club, where she bit him. the fear in his eyes would have been dreadful for anyone to see, but she simply ignored it, draining him stark white until she had been full.
many kills and unexpected events later, opium came across a woman. old, frail, probably half dead. and the woman seemed to know exactly who opium was, a warm glint in her aging eyes.
so really, opium just continued what she was doing. killing, chilling, and stealing clothes off her prey.
 
Other:
(mostly just random facts.)
°opium is barefoot almost all the time. especially in hunt.
°if it's not animal furs on opium, than it's leather. much, much leather.
°opium loves to wrestle bears. she can go into a forest for days and come along back, the animals as tame as circus animals after she's finished off with them.
°the girl has an amazing sense of smell, i'll give you that. she can track down almost anyone.
°a few have nicknamed her 'beast' behind her back, purely because of the animals she's known to be around most.
°opium is one of the least controllable when it comes to bloodlust. she'll go to maximum lengths to get exactly what she wants.
°she sports an ankh tattoo on her thigh.
 
Are they on the Hunter's side? Or know about it?
opium knows exactly what's going on. she considers the fact that she doesn't need anyone's protection. she can protect herself, or in her mind, at the most. she's hard to track, knowing her way well and travelling wherever her lust takes her...barefoot.
Model: lindsey wixson.
 
Tag Three/ Or Advertise With A Set: i shall make an advertisement later. i know people don't like to be tagged.
Game Link: http://www.polyvore.com/ethereal_academy/group.show?id=161154

KARINA KAHN, 17.
Birthday: december thirteenth, ophiuchus.
Specialization: killing. it's the only thing she was raised to know.
Likes: cigarette smoke, causing chaos, rosaries, guys with tattoos, combat boots, ripped stockings, bloody knees, fighting, saints stamped onto guns, the smell of dry blood, and lighters.
Dislikes: being called weak, happy people, drunk idiots, valley girls, hubris, death, and know-it-alls.
Poison: absinthe and opium.
Music Taste: basically lana del rey, lykke li, the xx...
Personality: insensitive, heartless, lost, insane, secretive, stubborn, vain, rebellious, uncaring, manipulative, and cold.
Bio: karina was never the girl anyone really wanted to mess with. she was insane, sociopathic. even her own family was afraid of her, afraid of her so much they sent her to an orphanage for the insane. she was a bit rough around the edges all the time, the same sickly smirk stuck on her face. she was the one you would find calling out taunting comments to the other kids with the most sickening tone, her lips curled up into a smile as she watched them run away. but she wasn't always like this. not until a cold winter night, where her uncle placed a gun in her hands and the only directions that came with it were simple 'there will be killing 'till the score is paid'. but she was scared, an innocent little girl with nothing but a mind left to be corrupted. and the dreadful day her uncle was killed....she swore to finish off his shooter. and everyone that went along with it.
Biggest Secret: not only is karina a sociopath, but a maniaphobiac. she fears insanity when she already is so deep into being psychotic.
Model: monika jagaciak.
Taken by: @kammykat
 
Questions:
(1) Why did you choose to join the Weiss Kreuz, and what were you doing prior?
- this is my home. they took me in. they understood me.
(2) How much combat experience have you had? How much education have you received?
-much more than i choose to tell you.
(3) Are you willing to follow all orders, regardless of the consequences?
-i am not afraid of consequences. it is a sin.
(4) Do you believe in the mind, the body, or the heart?
-the mind. the mind is the strongest weapon.

claim and i'll start :3

claim and i'll start (:

4.17.13
inspired by the lovely @vampirkaninchen's set :)
 
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The Girls are going to be testing their horseback riding skills today. A good ruler needs to be able to ride these steeds. One girl will be sent home to her Area to live in eternal embarrassment.
 
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night fell over the kingdom. the dark haired girl bit her lip, hand flying up to the giant bruise on her cheekbone. a knock suddenly interrupted her train of thought. "the king will see you now." a black haired, scrawny looking maid spat, her eyes looking as if they could pierce right through what seemed to be left of thalia's soul. she stood up slowly off, leaving behind the chair she had been sitting on. thalia had been in the common room for quite a while, thankful no one had crossed here yet. she liked being alone.
"you better get a moving unless you want another blow to the face." the woman snarled, forcefully pushing thalia out the door easily, with how frail the girl's body had been. she could of sworn she heard the words 'pathetic' slip off of the maid's tongue, her face looking as if she'd saw the most vulgar thing in her life. what a compliment.
 
dark hills and half-dead grass came into vision as she entered the arena, the coarse woman no longer grasping onto the threads of thalia's clothes.
girls from all the different areas had been entering and leaving, prancing around the arena on broad steeds and then leaving with forced smiles on their faces. a light haired girl was rubbing her arms next to thalia, as if trying to beat the cold mist surrounding everything. "oh god." the light haired girl murmured under her breath, biting her lip.
thalia just glanced at her, the same dead look in her eyes as always. "i know." were the only words that slipped out before she turned around.
the girl next to her looked a bit dazed, but she responded to the remark anyway.
"i'm doe. area two." the girl, doe, introduced herself. "you must be thalia. i have heard some things about you."
"oh." thalia answered, keeping her gaze forward. she looked saddened, dead. you could almost decipher the looks of sympathy she had been getting from most of the people here. if it wasn't sympathy and frowns, it was the most uncivil of acts.
 
everyone had been standing neatly in a line, trying to beat the frozen air in silence, with a few occasional mutters of curses composing of anxiety or fear. though you did have your cocky tributes, proudly showing off their smiles as they bowed to everyone with hubris.
the most prominent
thalia just clenched onto the rosaries tied loosely around her thin wrists, praying under her breath for strength. seeing a girl, shock, who was simply smirking breathlessly as she climbed off a horse with ease, seeming to be finished with the task. "that's how it's done." shock rustled, reminding thalia so much of a snake hissing. the scent of death off of the older girl's tongue was so vivid, giving off a sensation of the worst possible memories and thoughts. this must have been a girl from area one, surely.
"insanity awaits all of us." a low voice spoke up behind her. thalia didn't need to turn to recognize the voice. she had remembered the girl, hest, from dinner. hest had been staring up at the night sky, mumbling in strange languages before laying her eyes down on the ground again. it seemed as if night had wrapped everyone around with lunatic arms and starry eyes.
"area eight. all area eight hunters report to the front of the line." a dwarf looking man read off a parchment, his beady eyes narrowing at the crowd beneath his glasses.
hesitantly, thalia stepped forward. a sensation of heat ran throughout her body, piercing her insides and strangling her mind. was this a sign for hope? strength? it was something thalia had only felt once before; in the forest, when she was almost caught by the elder 'peacekeeping' hunters of area eight.
a black steed stood in front of her, giving a low pitched neigh of what seemed to be aggression. this animal was bothered. "what are you waiting for?" the stubby man ushered her to get on. cautiously, she glanced the horse in the eyes, as if it was some gateway to her victory.
"metus in omnibus victoriam." she whispered, as if the animal could understand her. if only.
hoisting herself up, she felt a small connection. she wasn't one to connect with something so...so easily.
"vade." she ordered, the horse soon staring to race away, away from everyone.
 
thalia felt strong, confident. for once more, she wasn't looking own upon herself as a weakling. once coming to the end, a hand clasped itself around her shoulder, whipping around, she saw a wrinkled man, tall he was, with his lips pressed into a straight line.
"metus in omnibus victoriam." the man repeated the latin words after what she had mumbled earlier. but how had he heard her? thalia hadn't even remembered him being there. "vos uictorem receptura sunt." he stared her into the eyes, with so much promise, it felt as if she really was looking at victory. because this man was the king. and he was promising her something she had never been promised before.

4.14.13
 
April 13th
Welcome one and all to the Hunt! The stakes are high and yet the rewards are great!
Today you are eating dinner with the King. He wants to meet all the girls and start seeing how good your manners are. Some of you may have to cope with appetites not suited to the king's table. This is not a challenge but a chance for you to get to know your character and meet your enemies... or your allies.
Eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow you die!
 
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comment for inclusion!

ϟ name ; leto malfoy.
age + year ; 17 years old, sixth year.
house ; slytherin, duh.
family ;
▹astroria malfoy {née greengrass} ; bianca balti ; 41 ; mother.
▹ draco malfoy ; tom felton ; 45 ; father.
faceclaim ; boyd halbrook.

ϟ titles / quidditch positions ; captain, seeker.
wand ; hawthorn, 10¼", dragon heartstring, slightly bendy.
patronus ; a stag.
boggart ; his father returning to the dark side.
mirror of erised ; himself happy.
amorentia ; blackberry, orchid, white musk, salt, oakmoss, star anise, sweet cherries, and dark chocolate.

ϟ personality ; leto resembles his father, not only in looks, but in personality. he's proud of his roots and where he comes from, though deep inside, he actually has somewhat of a caring heart, even if he never shows it. his only need is to please his father, no matter how much situations and troubles he goes through to do just that. until he does exactly what his father accomplished through the years, he vows that he won't let happiness get to him. he's stubborn, which shows in his only life goal. he isn't afraid to take a step forward into getting whatever he wants, and his position as head boy of slytherin helps him with so.
likes ; pleasing his father, quidditch, tbc
dislikes ; getting his shoes dirty, tbc
life at a glance ; ( either a detailed character study or a well written biography )

ϟ anything else? ;

i seem to always play shady characters lol
 
ϟ name ; achilles mellitdae.
age + year ; 17 years of age, year six.
house ; slytherin.
family ;
▹ europa mellitdae ; daphne guinness ; 45 ; aunt.
▹ atlas mellitdae ; rhys ifans ; 56 ; uncle.
faceclaim ; lara stone.
 
ϟ titles / quidditch positions ; beater, and a quite tough one at that.
wand ; elm, 12¾, unicorn hair. inflexible.
patronus ; fox.
boggart ; being choked to death. ever since she saw her father strangled before her eyes, it had been reappearing in her dreams.
mirror of erised ; possessing some of the darkest magic around. not everyone is lollipops and rainbows, you know.
amorentia ; cigarette smoke, sambac jasmine, white amber, cashmere wood, sea water, musk, and crushed figs.

ϟ personality ; achilles isn't the one to mess around. she's straightforward with her opinions, especially if she has something to say, though it is quite rare for her to do so. she's quite tough, sometimes even aggressive, which she tends to hide pretty well. achilles seems poise at first glance, regal, if you will. a simple lifeless glance over her shoulder and you know there's something diverse about that girl. now, with what you probably are hearing, you'd think she's just one of those perfects. nice try, but it's far untrue from the story. she's weak. terrible blood, even as a pureblood. she has a bit of a sickly sense to here, even, one that isn't always pleasant to be around. one that's slowly turning towards the dark way out of good.
likes ; the smell of dry blood, quiet rooms, velvet blankets, dark sunglasses, lace gloves, deep water, rosaries, armor, power by fear, death eaters {a terrible choice yet to come}, rain, starless nights, constellations, crushing things, ashes.
dislikes ; bruises, trembling hands, decisions, being forced into something she doesn't want to do, boring people, muggles, prejudice, being used, talkative little sh-ts, being put in a bad mood, fire.
life at a glance ; january thirteenth, a stormy and sickly looking night. a night where a girl was born, one who was far to weak to be strong and far to strong to be weak. the thirteenth is an omen of evil, and that's what exactly corrupted the mind of a young achilles. her parents were an epitome of dark witchcraft, sentenced to death immediately when found just two years after achilles's birth. she was put up in an orphanage for only a few weeks, just until her aunt and uncle strolled in to pick her up. her uncle had been an accidental prisoner of azkaban, while her aunt a notorious and strong pureblood, but they're a whole different story.
it was simply months before they realized the sickly look that achilles wore, knowing immediately what was wrong. she was sick. weak. but nonetheless she was the legacy that lived on from her parents, two people influential to dark magics. so they did the best they could to get her fit for the part, making sure she excelled in what they wanted her to be. though neither mentioned a thing about evil. they couldn't. they knew what would happen if their niece and now adopted daughter if she changed the route of her life like those in the rest of her family.
but they couldn't. it had been to late before the poor girl was sucked into a vision of perfection which included anything but good to it. now she walks with a lifeless shine to her eyes and a restlessness to her personality. darkness is her drug, and perfection is its pseudo nym.

ϟ anything else? ;
 
playlist; coming c:

some upcoming events and group sets(:
 
4.19.13 ; hogwarts express.
-pack your bags and meet up with the rest of hogwarts students at platform nine and three quarters for a brand new year at the castle.
 
4.21.13; quidditch team tryouts.
dust off your quidditch uniforms and polish your brooms, because today is the day of quidditch team tryouts!
 
4.23.13; dinner with all.
tonight's dinner isn't just a regular dinner, it's a dinner party! get out your nicest attire and brightest smiles, because you don't want to upset professor slughorn with his own event.
 
4.25.13 ; forbidden trips.
miss libba mundae is deciding to be a bit rebellious tonight, hosting a little party in the depths of the forbidden forest with her band. exciting breaking rules, but how it ends is up to fate..
 
4.29.13 ; first game of the season.
it's an exciting time, all right. tonight is the very first quidditch game of the season, and it's all but anxiety coming up, especially with latest happenings around us..
 

@holy-platypus hay c:

radioactive ; imagine dragos
 
Name: Thalia
Age: 17
Area: 8
Bio: Thalia is a fighter. When she was little she was sickly and close to death. The doctors (Or as Thalia calls them under her breath, demons) told her parents to give her up as a hopeless cause. Since Thalia is from Area 8, she can't die easily and started training herself to hide her weaknesses behind her strengths. She fell in with the boys and is more comfortable around them than around girls. She doesn't see any purpose in life, but to survive. She knows that survival takes skill but she has that skill. She is highly competitive because of having to prove herself to the males so often. Her war is mainly with herself. She is still sick and frail and hiding it takes a mental strength that is hard to keep up. When the Hunt was announced, Thalia realized that maybe this was her chance to be great.
Collection: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=2451131
Skills: thalia has always felt a connection between man and weapon. her favorite? a spiked club. even though she's so frail right now, it doesn't stop her, especially with problems in her past that kept piling on until she was emotionally broken. with a weapon in her hand and her body in plain sight, she feels a sense of power over everyone for once, no matter how weak she might be.
Model: Gemma Ward
Taken By: @kammykat
 
2nd choice:
stella
 
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"run." one of the boys around me, ares, whispered breathlessly, seeming to choke on each letter. i paused. i was frozen. in fact, i could hardly even lift my feet off of the ground.
i saw them. running through the woods, their loud voices thundering over our heavy panting.
"THALIA. RUN." ares let out a howl as he pushed me out of the thickets. the hunters had found us in the forbidden forest of area eight. i knew this wasn't a good idea from the start, i just knew it.
but damn, we had been so hungry we'd settle for anything.
i could hardly catch up with the boys, feeling my lungs squeeze tight in my chest. i was weak. i always was. i could hardly even shoot an arrow straight. my own parents considered me useless ever since those demons of doctors even let the words of me being too weak for anything escape their lips. my parents' disappointment was all i could think about.
 
it was hard to tell if they were behind us or not, my hair whipping around in my face and my vision blurring from all the fog surrounding us. "please, just try to keep up." another one of the boys pleaded, looking paler and paler with every second. there was little chances that we were going to even make it out of this forest alive, the area had it guarded like blood hounds.
"i'm trying." i managed as raced through and over fallen branches and thick woods.
"let her get caught then. it's our lives that matter!" another boy, river, hissed as he raced ahead of us. I could see the rage in ares's eyes at the harsh words.
though I was thinking so much at the moment, no words escaped my lips.
 
"YOU!" another voice rose above ours. i turned to see a burly man holding what looked like a large hammer in his hands, and an expression that looked like death in the flesh. i seemed so...frail, comparing myself to him. the boys had already snuck away through the trees, probably not even hearing my faint wheezes for them. the man grabbed my forearm, gripping it so tight i could feel the blood in my veins pounding to escape. i squeezed my eyes shut, ready for what was happening next. but a sudden rush flooded over me. it was like a burning sensation, painful...though it felt so quick and powerful to me. without even thinking, i jerked my arm away, the man almost had a shocked glint in his eyes.
"don't...don't touch me." i breathed, clenching my jaw so hard it felt as if it was going to snap.
 

so this is what it felt like to have control.