
Close your eyes. Take a breath. Are you doing as I say? Good... This story is a little different to those you hear before, and it isn't pretty. If this is your bedtime story, I suggest turning away. This will give you nightmares. This is my living nightmare, if you don't like death and war, it's time to go. Now.
Peace was my master, and that's when everything went wrong. Seems hard to believe, huh? I found when I tried to be peaceful, I ended up making things worse. I'll explain more later, this is just your prologue. The war has only just begun, and I won't be the one dead on the floor. It's gonna be you.
Who am I, you ask?
Call me Elena - in time you will hate me.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Username: DogLife.
Name: Elena
Nicknames: Lena, Dusk, Boss
Gender: Female
Age: 17 in human years.
Birthday: 16th January
Gender: Female
Occupation: Rouge war leader
Gender: Female
Health Issues: Limps on her right hind leg.
Enemies: wip
Gang Mates: wip
Friends: Jace, Ghost.
Other Relationships: Skylla
Theme Song: Victory by BondPersonality
Short PersonalityRude ~ Loud ~ Obnoxious ~ Cruel ~ A Fighter ~ Killer ~ Sensitive ~ Lost ~ Cold, yet Kind ~ Warrior
Long PersonalityElena has three little sides to her personality, the cruel, the boss and the young girl. The cruel means she is a killer. She is rude, spiteful and sharp tongued
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Well, you know a little about me from what you have seen. Hope you are satisfied. You should know that I am Elena, a warrior female with high standards, and if you get in the way I will tear you apart. I take nothing from no one, and that goes for fuss, stress, fights and all your other junk. I seem like a callus low life hood, don't I? I told you in time you would hate me. Maybe the sooner the better for you.
I guess I need to tell someone about the weight I carry on my shoulders, huh? The wars, the fights, and the darkest of nights that would make even the bravest of warriors shiver and turn tail. Life is hard for every one, just harder for me then any one else, as vain but true as that sounds. I need to tell someone my story I guess, someone that is not Ghost. So I'll tell you. It all begins on a cold winter evening.
The snow was my true love and the bane of my existence.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------