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Little things
Username: ~Soul~
Flox #: 38
Name: Cecilia
Meaning Blind or Sixth in latin. I picked
this name becuase she is blind when it
comes to looking at herself and let her
imagination do the seeing for her.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Birthday: September 28
Zodiac: Libra
Element: Air
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✩ ~ Take me for who I am..._________________________________________________________
Vampire Flox do not show up in photographs
or mirrors, what does your Floc think it looks like?
Cecilia has heard so many things about vampires and all about
their graceful yet deadly ways. She just hasn't been able to put
her paw on what she looks like. It wasn't till someone said she
looks like a summers twilight, warm with the stars just coming
out to light up the dusty sky. But she really things that she look
like a dusk like shadow and a cape of stars that follows her around.
She knows she has paws and a cape but she also would like
to think she is as beautiful as those vampires she hears about in
the myths and leadgues
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... And who i was meant to be.~ ✩
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Personality
Cecilia is a very creative thinking vampire, who loves
music and art. Though she is envious of those that
can see themselves. She finds it very flustering
not knowing what she looks like and its hard
to find a painter now a days that will paint portraits.
She is a very fine and elegant gal that hold her
self image to those of the vampires in the myths.
She wants to believe she is as beautiful as them
and when ever someone says an unkind word to
her she tends to become aware of what she is
and how she is acting and tends to become
angry at being teased in any way. But when she
isn't flustered she loves to hold little parties in
the garden at night with plenty of candles and
paper lanterns around enjoy company. She
can be a sweet Flox to be around when her
hot temper ways don't get in the way.
She loves to think highly of herself and think
she is a very gracious vampire at that as
well. She also things with being gracious she
can scare others with her threats as well
and tell them she will be nice and let them
off easy.
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Cecilia tends to enjoy many of the finer
things in life, she loves to watch candles
flicker and sitting by a warm fire in the
cold winter evenings. But when summer
comes around she tends to have luxurious
tea parties out in the garden under the
blanket of the stars.
She loves to serve her own blend of tea
which you will never find out her recipe
for she will take it to the grave, but she
will tell you is a black tea with blueberries
some other tropical fruit. She calls it
Summer Dreams. She is also a sucker for
those little cucumber sandwitches what are
mayo and salad dressing on them. She loves
her tea time and enjoys those little things
that make a tea party a fun and unique
bonding moment.
She loves to have tea parties with her fellow
Vampire like Flox's and loves to take clan
meeting and turn them into tea parties
when ever she has the chance to do so!
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Lost in a Dream
Cecilia tends to love to close her enjoy her moments when
she is dreaming, she tend to invasion herself in her dreams,
and try to image what she looks like if she could see herself
in a mirror. She can see the dusky like blues, and purples that
run along her fur down, blending into each other with little
effort, Almost like the last rays of light reaching up, their
rays of hope fading into the night where the stars promise
to blanket the darkened sky in attempt to keep those below
safe from any harm. How lovely a sight like that can be.
Though as I dream I find that I am caught up in a wind that
pushes me around and around until i am dizzy, whispering my
name over and over, Blind, Blind, Blind.. Am I Blind to who I
am or to my beauty. Or am I Blind to whom I can was and
will become in the near future. I am Blind to those all around
me even. So what is this? The wind continued to call out
to me. Am I the wind? Am I the element or air and life?
Though how Ironic would it be for me to be such a good
and noble thing.
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