❍❈Enya Marie Beckett❈❍
I had a way then
Losing it all on my own
I had a heart then
But the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now
The dark is too hard to beat
You show the lights that stop me, turn to stone
You shine them when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
Δɢɛ: Seventeen
Ǥɛи∂ɛя: Female
Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ: Beguiling, witty and sinister, Enya can be a little dangerous at times. She has a way of playing with people, like a cat plays with a mouse and she loves to play mind games. On the very rare occasion, she can be compassionate, sparing someone humiliation every once in a while, having a decent conversation here and there, playing a harmless prank once or twice. She has a sense of humor that seems to find nearly everything amusing.
Enya is also very observant. It's hard for anything to pass her notice. She's always watching the people in the background; it's the quiet people that interest her the most. That being said, she has a great interest in people in general and loves learning about different pasts and deciphering personalities. She can be a talker, but she loves to keep the upper-hand in a conversation, so be careful. Overall, she's one to watch out for, but she isn't pure evil in the slightest.
Ƥσωɛя: Psychic weapon
Ħιƨтσяʏ: Enya was raised in an average middle-class household. Things were a little rough when her mother fell into a bad alcoholic spell when Enya was about 13, but she recovered quickly after a stay in rehab. She still drinks, but hides the bottles and scent expertly, convinced Enya still believes she's clean. Enya's known all along, it's just not the type of thing she likes to deal with, although it killed her to think her mother would attempt to deceive her. It kind of jump-started her love of mind games and observing when she finally got over the hurt. Life.
Ɔяʋƨн: Open
Ƨɛϰʋαℓιтʏ: Straight
Ѳтнɛя:
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: 'caυѕe yoυ ѕaιd oυrѕ were тнe lιgнтнoυѕe тowerѕ, тнe ѕυn υpon тнaт place. darlιng, ι'll grow weary, нappy ѕтιll, wιтн jυѕт тнe мeмory oғ yoυr ғace. :
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