revolutionist, yasmine farron
posted Jul 12, 2019 2:01:30 GMT -6
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[attr="class","omapponetop2"]revolution calling
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YASMINE FARRON
YASMINE FARRON
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YASMINE FARRON
LOOKS LIKE ATTILA FROM FATE/
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FILE NAVIGATION
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ABOUT YASMINE
ABOUT YASMINE
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YAS, INNOCENCE
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YAS, INNOCENCE
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25 YEARS OLD
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25 YEARS OLD
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NONBINARY
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NONBINARY
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THEY/THEM
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THEY/THEM
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GRAYSEXUAL
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GRAYSEXUAL
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DEMIROMANTIC
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DEMIROMANTIC
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SINGLE
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SINGLE
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DECEMBER 29
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DECEMBER 29
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CAPRICORN
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CAPRICORN
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DEBT COLLECTOR
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DEBT COLLECTOR
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RECENT STATUS
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here proud angels bathe in the wages of war
here proud angels bathe in the wages of war
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[attr="class","omapponelikes2"]POSITIVES
cunning
diligent
responsible
practical
honest
intelligent
nimble
persuasive
assertive
ambitious
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[attr="class","omapponelikes2"]NEGATIVES
blunt
harsh
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troublesome
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isolated
distant
cold
sickly
irritable
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MISCELLANEOUS INFO
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› they went by rijah once upon a time, however that name has long since been abandoned in their hometown. they don't talk about their home.
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› tattoos plague their body. it was a brand, forcibly taken and etched into their body. they don't remember when they got it, nor how they got it. the only vivid part in their memory is the pain, the cries, tears and everything in between.
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› they suffer from insomnia. they cannot sleep unless accompanied by the sound of a gentle music box to lull them to slumber.
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› they are proficient in hacking, martial arts, poisons and armed combat. they are also well versed in the art of physical, mental, and verbal torture. they are knowledgable of vital points in the body and, though rare, they are a highly efficient, effective, and silent killer.
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› they get dangerously insecure, possessive and sometimes obsessive. as a result, they get jealous easily and will do everything in their power to retain what they deem to be theirs.
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› the most dangerous part about them: they are ignorant or uncaring of the "wrong" they do. they genuinely think all their actions are justified, right, and flawless. they are egotistical and self-centred this way.
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› the sound of bells terrify them to submission. they panic, cannot think straight, and and break down if the sound of bells persist. occasionally, they hear hallucinations and, in an attempt to block it out, they most often have earbuds in while blasting music.
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› they cannot afford to be injured, as they suffered from hairy cell leukemia (hcl) since they were young. it is a slow progressing type of leukemia that will interfere with white blood cell, blood cell and platelet production as they age.
› they went by rijah once upon a time, however that name has long since been abandoned in their hometown. they don't talk about their home.
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› tattoos plague their body. it was a brand, forcibly taken and etched into their body. they don't remember when they got it, nor how they got it. the only vivid part in their memory is the pain, the cries, tears and everything in between.
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› they suffer from insomnia. they cannot sleep unless accompanied by the sound of a gentle music box to lull them to slumber.
[break][break]
› they are proficient in hacking, martial arts, poisons and armed combat. they are also well versed in the art of physical, mental, and verbal torture. they are knowledgable of vital points in the body and, though rare, they are a highly efficient, effective, and silent killer.
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› they get dangerously insecure, possessive and sometimes obsessive. as a result, they get jealous easily and will do everything in their power to retain what they deem to be theirs.
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› the most dangerous part about them: they are ignorant or uncaring of the "wrong" they do. they genuinely think all their actions are justified, right, and flawless. they are egotistical and self-centred this way.
[break][break]
› the sound of bells terrify them to submission. they panic, cannot think straight, and and break down if the sound of bells persist. occasionally, they hear hallucinations and, in an attempt to block it out, they most often have earbuds in while blasting music.
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› they cannot afford to be injured, as they suffered from hairy cell leukemia (hcl) since they were young. it is a slow progressing type of leukemia that will interfere with white blood cell, blood cell and platelet production as they age.
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+cotton candy
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+taiko drums
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-tattoos
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-clowns
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leave me to rot
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that day was vivid in your mind. [break][break]
you are seven years old, opening up your present for christmas. it's a small box, shaggily wrapped up with last year's paper and a worn out rope that was poorly tied into a ribbon. crinkles and folds that exposed the fading colour and worn age from the piece of (what should be) trash. yet you held it, with a smile on your face as you carefully opened it up. a string bracelet, hand made and woven. you smile, wear it on a bruised and dirtied wrist. [break][break]
those were your happiest days. [break][break]stain the walls red
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then he took them.[break][break]
was there a reason? no, little reason. a wonderful day - you don't recall when, but there was a cake - being celebrated around a rusted, decaying wooden table. a woman clapping her hands together in front of a cake. a man holding you under the arms to carry you into his lap. you're smiling - laughing, something you hadn't done in years - until the doorbell rings. the man puts you down, assures you and the woman with the bloated belly to wait where you are. you wait. [break][break]
and he never returns.
[break][break]no pity for the poor
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it's red.[break][break]
red to the walls, red to the ground. there are pools, cries and screams. a man stands at the door, staring at you with piercing eyes. he cut through you like a heated knife (the same one that plunged through the chests). you recall little from that day. your memory is a blank, from then on out. he took you away, you awaken to the piercing and stinging pain all across your body. you vomit, cry. you're muted, mouth shut until you swallow your own waste. you awaken once again, in a room. a mirror as you change your clothing. [break][break]
markings plague your body. blood stains and white marks. you throw on a black suit he had given you. blood is shed (oh, so much blood. both of yours and others). you lose count of how many screams you've heard. they blend together, now they all sound the same.
[break][break]someday you'll understand
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you cried[break][break]
why did you cry? why would you cry? he killed them. he killed your family. he took you, stripped you of your childhood. killed your innocence, like the joke it was. the news of his death (another murder of a parent) had you confused. he was your father (after the previous one died so many years ago). he was the man who branded you, marked you, stained you. why did you cry, with a smile on your face? why could you taste the tears? why would the salty, bitter taste of revenge linger on your tongue? [break][break]
perhaps this, you will never understand. [break][break]
you cared little for his actual family (the ignorant wife and the unknowing children). his reasons for his job was irrelevant. it didn't matter that you were used, whipped, and degraded for no reason (no, you wouldn't accept this. there had to be a reason - why else did you suffer so?).
[break][break]the bitter taste of revenge
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there was no point. [break][break]
no point in running, no point in avoiding. you were a criminal. you were a taker. you were a hunter. you were a murderer. could you live with that consciousness? could you live, knowing you had the red stains of blood on your hands? how many victims had it been now, who you were forced to kill? how many tears shed as your name was cursed?[break][break]
how many more until you are satisfied? [break][break]
you did nothing wrong. you tell yourself this, time and time again. you did nothing wrong. you were forced - your hand was moved. you apologize, repent every night for your misdeeds (for if you pray to your god, lavish them in beliefs and love then, surely, you will be forgiven). you cared little for the results - this was the only one keeping you going. [break][break]
you fled to a new state - a new city. you could have a new life, a new purpose. you could have redemption so long as you collect enough buckets of blood. [break][break]
it didn't matter whose blood.
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call me
MARSHMALLOW
call me
MARSHMALLOW
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DISCORD
19 YEARS OLD | SHE/HER | EST |
DISCORD
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00%
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