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From your friendly neighborhood quasi-malevolant Hellknight, on this
deeply chilling and frick'n ball-numbing eighth day of November, Year
of Our Lord Two Thousand and Nine...
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
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AP FAMILY; The Lords and Ladies of Neverwhere
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Daughter ---> kinnMacabre ~ Daughter of The Dread
...a mysterious young poetess with shadows across her soul.
...draped in intrigue; so many questions... puzzles.
Sister---> Princess Mollipop ~ Treetop Trixter... the ensorcelled Princess of
Highgarden; Neverwhere's only lush, green paradise. A mishcheivous scamp
of a mage who deigns to watch over the CB and embrace newcomers warmly... or crush them underfoot. Frolicsome and has more tricks than a
cloud's pocket. Spirited, whimsical and sentimental... or quarrelsome,
baneful and dark. Not a royal to be trifled with. Sister to The Dread...
...and powerful magus wise to all that dare approach.
a.k.a Molliboo, The Princess, Leetle Seester
Brother in Law---> Dark Twilight Prince ~ Crowned Prince of Highgarden; wing-ed
warrior poet with a blackhearted air of dignity and prestige. Equally inked and
bathed in shadow... a rancorous and vicious opponent or a suave, urbane ally.
The choice is yours.... A stalwart protector of his impish Princess and will stop at
nothing to ensure her safety and security.
a.k.a Twilight, Prince, Dark Wing-ed One
Imperial Agent; Lady Blade Darc Fragile Rose---> A mysterious and
graceful acrobat...seen vaulting amidst the CB masses and displaying
many a feat of pure nimbleness, control and fluid motion. Assassin of
the deadliest breed: expert in projectile weaponry, slim blades, stealth
and subterfuge. Awarded the title of Imperial Agent and all lands, estates
and wealth associated.
a.k.a Lady Rose, Darc, Assassin
Dreadsguard; Lady Blade Sarin Rayne---> An Esperic Warrior Sorceress;
hybrid being of Magick and flesh. Weilder of Liquid Ice and Solid Flame.
Sole activator of The Legendary No-Daichi "Bahamut"... along with a
celestial and disarming air of regal dominance. Carrier of magicite,
proliferator of poisons... warrior poet and scarlet summoner. Illusionist
of the highest order; painting psionic masterpeices for those
worthy enough to stand before her wonderment. Awarded the title of Dreadsguard, along with all lands, estates and wealth associated.
a.k.a. Lady Rayne, Sariana, The Red Regent
Commander; Alpine Division. Lady Wulf-Eyez De Winter---> A blustery sprite-
of-a-werewolf with vampiric and some other kind of blood or some shit.
Devastatingly impish and playful, as well as dark and malicious.
Awarded command of The Royal Imperial Alpine Detachment (T.R.I.A.D.)
as well as all lands, estates and wealth associated, despite pushing me
into the god damned lake every time I take the time to visit the wretch!
a.k.a. Wulf, De Winter, Lady Lycanthrope
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AP NEMESIS LIST: My special little friends; victims, all.
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Antipodi- shameless taunter of the weak. He presents his shabby, inglorious
self sporadically and spews his poisonous propaganda despite all diplomatic
attempts to cease his mocking of those who need a shoulder to cry on.
Unintelligent, lacking style and grace. Devoid of wisdom and generally a soul
of the lowest calibre.
a.k.a. Anti.
- Last seen 5 hours ago. Member since July 7.
- I'm a diamond love poet for 196 comments.
- My mood is
, and quote is "In every game; there is a victim and an opponent. The trick is to know when you are the former..... so you can become the latter.". - I am a guy (Canada)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Lord of Neverwhere.




- I am in the groups De Winter Family Lands, Embers of the fire, Slaughter House, The Omniverse Kingdom, The Sanctum Sin, The Tri-Worlds of The Omniverse, Valgaderion
- I have 196 comments, 13 poems, 2 stories
My Poetry
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Typically, he preferred to read the myriad of entries already filled out with care for
such a contest, but something about question #1 mad
My Stories
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She was holding them off with the acrobatics and grace of a dancer; vaulting and spinning; slashing into each flurry... then away; posing defiantly. 1
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She sat in tavern beside the stables, drinking applewine with some boisterous young men who preferred mead. 1
Guest Book
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Afe-la on November 10Oh I see you are chipping the limestone from your page Mr Light and injecting collagen roughly into it's wrinkles. Oh goodie! I noticed you had my dear Nyte on your little black book listing earlier. I have to say I am glad you moved it. She really is quite lovely when you get to know her. I see I am not on your page. Oh ho hum. Though what would I be? The cantankerous anti-nemesis that you so enjoy debating? The black sheep standing tall over the dirty brown ones, glaring at you, the tractor and arguing profusely over who gets to cut the grass?
Hmm, a debacle dear Parky...
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Wulf-Eyez De Winter on November 4I am not on your page at all!! i will not read a single poem till there is a mention of me
*crosses her arms and sticks her nose up still dripping wet from the lake*
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Kastor on November 4

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sidewinder on October 29slithers all over your page

