Vailyn's Inklings

[Vailyn]

Heaven's Priestess

She was given to the Temple of the Goddess at birth. Her life predetermined by the stars to be one of the greatest Priestess that the world has ever known. Every vision she has comes true. Yet each vision has a price. To gain a vision, the applicant must be key to the question and make love to Heaven's Priestess. Only by making true love to her and bringing her to fulfillment will the applicant receive a vision. But once the vision is dreamed, that path is set in stone and cannot be changed. More here.

 

[Vailyn]

Story in Works: Catwoman - Mi Sun Chung

Visuals to help the makeup of Mia/Sunni/Catwoman.

 

[Vailyn]

Tara Seong

Name: Tara Seong (Hye Yoon Seong)
Age: 24
Hometown: Brooklyn, NY
Occupation: Musician & Part Time Bartender (6 months at Quinn's)
Picture: Tara

Personality: At 5 ft 2 and a half inches, Tara’s petite frame gains a bit of height when she wears her favorite 4 inch heeled leather boots. Don’t let her elfin features and slim build fool you. She’s a tough cookie. Extremely independent, observant and blunt, Tara will quickly dissuade anyone that she’s helpless, short or an airhead. Generally polite and easy going, Tara’s quiet questions draw people out and easily encourages them to talk—about anything. Due to her straight forward nature, she doesn’t share her opinions freely but, when asked, she makes a blunt assessment that may not be entirely comfortable. She smiles easily but rarely laughs out loud. When she does, you can hear her clear, riotous laughter from across the room. Her sense of humor is odd and ranges from the silly to wry sarcasm.

Tara doesn’t give her trust easily but when she does, you have it completely. She’s smart, quick to learn, self contained and calm in the middle of crisis. You won’t ever see her fall apart in public. Either too stubborn or prideful to let anyone see her be weak. Sincerity will always reach her faster than a glib lie. She can’t stand liars or cruelly manipulative people. She doesn’t believe the world needs more people being assholes just because it’s easier to be mean than kind. She’s her worst critic and will push herself past her limits until she falls flat on her face. Tara doesn’t know how to take compliments. She turns them all into a joke or shrugs it off. She’s really bad at asking for help and, when she does, she feels honor bound to do something in return.

As a bartender, Tara enjoys creating interesting mixed drinks to match the needs of each individual customer. She’s known for making drinks that fits the person’s mood or personality. If she really likes you, you may also get origami made out of a napkin with your drink.

A whole different side comes to light when Tara performs. It’s like she opens up a door to a feeling or story that clearly shines when she plays or sings. Performing is where she shares the heart of everything: emotions, thoughts, hopes and dreams. It all comes out one note at a time. Saying more than words if you know how to pay attention.

History: Tara’s real name is Hye Yoon Seong but she hates it when people mispronounce it, and she doesn’t want to be judged by her ethnicity. She goes by Tara in public and only close friends call her Hye Yoon.

Her love of music started before she could walk. Tara’s Mom loved musicians. She loved live music and the way music could make her feel. Everything about musicians was more intense, passionate and often short lived. Tara’s dad was a talented classical pianist who loved to play all genres of music. He died in a terrible car accident while on tour with an off Broadway show when she was nine. There were two lean years of living in poor conditions before Tara’s Mom started to date again. Except her Mom kept having short termed, monogamous relationships with musicians who traveled. Before her Mom married Sam and they settled in Brooklyn, Tara has lived in every major city up and down the east coast and countless minor ones that no one has ever heard of. Sam wasn’t a musician but he was a music lover. He didn’t try to be Tara’s new dad. He simply showed her that he was dependable and that he cared. He shared the love of music with the two of them and encouraged Tara’s dreams to perform.

Tara has been playing piano before she could walk. She picked up guitar when she was 11, started bass when she was 12 and began playing violin when they moved to Brooklyn when she was 15. Tara has been performing and playing with other musicians all of her life and started to do it professionally at once she turned 17. Due to all the traveling in her life, Tara is at home anywhere. She feels at home in a bar as she does in a house. As much as she loves her Mom, she grew up being the responsible one and taking care of things when her Mom was caught up in life’s drama. Someone had to make sure that there was money for bills, food, travel or simply a bed to sleep in. Sam is the one who brought stability to their lives. He’s the one who sat Tara down and asked her if she wanted to go to school. He’s the one who helped her home study, get her GED and helped to make arrangements for her to take college courses. Tara actually invested time into getting an Associate Degree in Business and certification in music composition. Music has always been her dream and goal.

While in her heart of hearts, Tara dreams of love and romance. In reality, she’s watched her Mom go through too many relationships and wary of letting anyone in. Twice, she became involved in a relationship and both were not what she expected or needed in the end.

Seeking to make a fresh start, Tara came out to Seattle. New places, new people, new job and new opportunities. For Tara, her new life begins at Quinn’s. It's been half a year since she moved into town and started work at the bar. She's become a regular face at the bar as an employee and musical entertainment. So far, Tara has only been able to play the piano as live entertainment during the afternoon and some evenings. No one has heard Tara sing yet.

 

[Vailyn]

The Church (Renovated Home)

My brain can go in overactive dream mode and I created the Church (That's what it's going to be called until someone else comes up with a fun name! =P) for Tara to live in. So, Tara bought a house that is a renovated church and she's going to be smart and rent out the other rooms to save money.

Bare Bones Description of the Church:
Almost half a century ago, a well to do artist bought a rundown, abandoned church and renovated it into an interesting home. The original stained glass windows were kept in tack. Otherwise, the interior was mostly redesigned and rebuilt. The building was small for a church but rather large for a house. The basic layout is a single floor with a large basement and a bi-level apartment in the back where the pastor and family used to lived. There's a small front & backyard.

(More can be added if people think of something cool.)

Main Floor: Office/Library, hallway half bath, loft overlooking living room + Tara's master bedroom suite w/ full bathroom, living room, large kitchen + dining room, bedroom w/ half bath + shower.

Bi-Level Apartment in back:
Bottom Floor - Tiny Kitchen, Sitting Room (3 doors: goes outside, into living room & into kitchen)
Top Floor - One bedroom, tiny room/study, bathroom

Basement: Practice room and bedroom w/ half bath + shower
The basement has three entrances, two from inside the Church and one that leads out to the side yard.

Bell Tower: Accessible from foyer, curling stairway leads up to bell tower.

The Church

Six brick covered steps lead up to the shadowed building with a simple porch light that lite the front doors of the old stone church and cast a warm welcoming to turn away the night. There are two large and ornately carved wooden double doors set in the tower to welcome people. Only the set on the right worked. Through the doors, there is an small foyer with three doors. The door to the left goes up to the bell tower, the main archway leads into the house, the first door to the right takes a downward turn to the basement and the other door opens up to a coat closet.

The archway opens up to a hallway that leads to the living room. There are two doors set on the left, one door on the right and a double archway with half swinging doors. On the left, the office takes up the first room with a mahogany desk, office chair and built in shelves in the surrounding walls. A quirky wooden frog sign named what hid behind the second door, a cheerful half bath. Between the doors is a small staircase leading up to the loft that overlooks the living room and the Tara's master bedroom suite.

The swinging tan doors open in either direction and gives view to a huge open kitchen and dining room. It had the usual appliances, four breakfast counter stools and a long dining table that seats six. The closed door on the right is an empty bedroom suite.

The spacious living room sprawls open at the end of the hallway. Three large, beautiful stain glass windows fill up the far wall. Two benevolent and majestic angels framed a simple but enthralling sun shining down from the heavens. A stairway on the left leads up to the loft and the open space is given to an American Chickering baby grand piano. A lovingly restored classic wooden piano with burnished brown woods and lovingly carved adornments. A large flat screen tv took center stage of the living room with a stereo system on the right and a shelf of movies and music on the right. Two long and comfortable nut brown leather couches faced the entertainment center in side angles. Side tables made of different woods was on each end of the couches. On the right, a downward stairway dropped into the basement and the door opens up to the bi-level family rooms that the pastors used to live in.

 

[Vailyn]

Initimate Couple Moments

Embraces 1

Passionate Sex 1

Moments 1

Moments 2

Sex & Moments

Play

Embraces

Embrace 2

Promise

Moments

Remember

 

[Vailyn]

Yours

The shreds of my clothes from last night litter the path of our feral abandonment. The signs left in the yard, on the front door, the glasses left to shatter in our need, fine scratches left by my nails on the corner wall and countless other small to large points to loudly declare the steps we passed.

But none of them compare to the marks left on my body. I can't even remember exactly when or how each was made. Yet finding each one is like a personal treasure trove of passion and I smile.

Because I am yours.

~HS

PS - I took another shirt for my collection.
XOXOX

 

[Vailyn]

Devlyn Skye

Name: Devlyn Skye
Nickname: Dev or Skylark (Nickname from childhood.)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Height: 5'1" (154.94 cm)
Weight: 112 lb (50.8 kg)
Hair Color: Blue-Black (Hip length straight hair that's cut in subtle layers & usually bound in a thick braid.)
Eye Color: Golden Brown

Visual Description: A petite Asian with an athletic figure, firm B cup breasts, small waist, slim hips and small feet. A heart shape face with a widow's peak, large slanted eyes, pert nose and dusky rose lips.

Written Description: Pierced lower lobes with small white gold hoops and etched silver cuff earring over the right ear, near the top. On lower back, below the hips is an intricate tattoo that has a soft, iridescent glimmer: a simple eternity loop nestled between two Chinese symbols. Heaven on top and Dreams on bottom.

Dev enjoys challenging her mind with various projects and push her body with marital arts. Her one vanity is her long hair. She's clueless to her own beauty but she loves the look and feel of her hair. It only comes unbound during her downtime.

Occupation: Engineer - Tech geek that loves to deconstruct & reconstruct stuff from anything and everything.

Personality: Seems quiet at first glance but her eyes are always alive with a spark of curiosity, very observant, quick to laugh and flash an impish grin. Just as likely to vanish when she's caught up in a project or pushed to an emotional extreme. Generally easy going and tactful, Dev has a quirky sense of humor. It's easy to forget her brilliant mind or fast reflexes because she's thoughtful, calm and helpful. Yet when her emotions go out of control, she can be wild. While the first to be there to help anyone in need, Dev forgets to take care of herself. Somewhat naive and inexperienced.

Likes: Good food, variety of music, puzzles, reading, martial arts, psychology & sociology.

Dislikes: Liars, those who take advantage of the weak, sensitive to smells, drugs, inability to act

Talents: Creative with tech (building or destroying), skilled martial artist, singer, basic emergency medical, sketch artist & avid photographer.

Psychological Quirks: Dev has a habit of humming and singing when she's working alone or faced with a complicated problem to solve. She loves to sing but is terribly shy about singing loudly in any group or in front of a crowd. She has a ruthless side that comes to the fore in defense of another in danger.

Brief Background: Adopted by a caring couple in Virginia, Dev doesn't know her background or history. She grew up learning to love science and music from her Mom. A joy for martial arts and sociology from her Dad. An unfortunate accident killed her parents while Dev was in college. She's had a sheltered upbringing that challenged her mind & body but left her inexperienced in many things that others take for granted. A yearning for adventure and challenge leads Dev to space. She wants to experience life by living it rather than just reading about it.

Alien Encounter: B, C or E (No alien pregnancies or mutations.)

Do's: Almost anything goes as long as it fits within the story.

Donts: No scat, piss, gore, gushing blood or extreme. Not really interested in same sex.

 

[Vailyn]

Mythic Monster Hunters/Monster Hunters

Take one chick who is trying to air a flailing show about how the monsters of the world are real on Youtube and add an unwilling psychic. What do you get? A werewolf that gets kicked in the nads! A mummy in the closet. Age old curses. Evil minions of hell! An end of the world?!?! Gibbering German.

Like the Scooby Gang without Scooby or that particular gang.

Ash (Ashley) - The Monster Hunter Believer & Leader

Chloe - Wannabe Plain Boring Jane with Abilities

Ash's Youtube Show: Monster Hunters Banners

 

[Vailyn]

Holda: Little Ones



“There’s trouble coming, son. Take your sister and hide in the basement. Remember, always survive. Live to survive.”

Solemn brown eyes in thin oval face were bright with fear and determination. The sharp edges of his nose, cheeks and jawline become prominently displayed as every muscle in the young boy’s body coils close to act. His only answer was to give his Father a single nod of understanding and then he was off to gather his sister and minor provisions.

A tiny little girl with lopsided pigtail braids, bright smile and tattered boys clothes sat at a chipped wooden desk. Homemade ink splattered across her right hand as she tried to draw a lizard on an old magazine. Igwa the lizard was a present that her Father had given to her as a birthday present that year. She loved it! Her older brother called it a lazy animal but she didn’t care. She loved the way it scampers across the floor and flicks its tongue out to eat bugs. She was just about to finish drawing the spines on the back when her brother tapped her shoulder.

She looked over her shoulder and beamed at her brother. “Guguh! Look, I’m drawing Igwa!”

The boy’s sharp features softened as he looked at his sister. “That looks great! We have to go and play the hiding game. You ready to play?”

“Yes! I remember. We have to be quiet, take our bag and go hide.”

“That’s right. Go get your bag and be ready to go in one minute. Ok?”

“Ok, Guguh!”

As the youngest Park scootched off her seat and ran to get her backpack, the young boy moved to grab a water filter, a large bottle of water and the flat cakes that their Father had made for breakfast. He threw everything into a bag that already held a change of clothes for each of them and zipped it closed. He swung it onto his back and met his sister by the main door to their suite of rooms. He put a finger against his lips and she nodded. He opened the door slowly and listened hard.

Nothing.

Nothing but the rush of blood pumping hard in his chest. The angry hiss of him trying to breathe sounded too loud. So loud that anyone could hear it. He knew it was nothing but fear spiking into paranoia but he couldn’t strangle it silent. Taking a big breath, the young boy that has yet to see his teen years, took his baby sister’s hand and they ran down the shadowed hallway, past the stairwell, rusting metal doors, and stopped at the maintenance closet just long enough to open the door and closet themselves inside.

His heart pounded louder than their soft footfalls on the carpet when they ran in the hallway. He put one hand on the wall and held onto the little one with the other. Uneven texture of pitted and paint peeling wall turned into a cold rusted metal. He pulled the chute open and whispered, “Remember to keep your arms and legs together and roll once you get to the bottom. Ok?”

“Ok,” she whispered back. She felt him pick her up, and she gave him a quick hug and kiss on his chin before he placed her into the chute. There was a moment where nothing happened at all and then she was off! She almost gave out a whoop of glee before she remembered that they were playing the hiding game.

The little girl loved the way the world seem to pass by in a hissing whoosh. She knew she was falling but it felt more like an adventure ride that ends in a pile of old pillows. She couldn’t help but giggle when she landed with a whumph and a cloud of dust danced into the air. She was about to jump up and down on the pillows but remembered to roll away instead and hide behind the large grey laundry cart. She tucked into herself, became as small as she could be and waited. She started to count to a hundred the way her Father taught her to.

One one thousand.

Two one thousand.​

Three one thousand.​

Her bubbly joy began to fade as she reached the thirties without a sign of her brother and started to count into the forties. A ping of unease wove into her heart and the palms of her little hands became moist. The feeling of foreboding crept over her slowly with the passing of each thousand and she was ready to give up on the game when a hissing noise tempered the silence and a darker figure flew into the air to land with a whumph! She didn’t wait like she’s suppose to. She ran fast as lightning, threw herself on her brother and hugged him tight.

“I was scared, Guguh.” she whispered into his side. Her eyes closed tight. She felt him hug her back awkwardly, patting her thin shoulder.

“Shh– shhh. It’s ok. Don’t forget the rules. We have to be very quiet and hide. Let’s go hide in the basement storage room. We’ll hide until Father finds us.”

The little girl nodded. One of her pigtails loosened and wavy little locks of blue black hair bounced as she moved her head. This time, she grabbed her brother’s hand and held tight. Her small, heart shaped face no longer held a bright smile.

They moved quickly in an almost jog. He lead her in a maze of turns that they both knew well. The whole building was their home, haven and playground. They knew every inch of it. Though, he had a better grasp of it than she did. The darkness didn’t frighten them. It never did. It would be hard to live in the desolate wastelands if one is afraid of the dark. Yet, the tension in the young boy’s frame only coiled tighter and the littlest Park could feel it. She didn’t understand why but she could feel that there’s something wrong.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the small storage room. He was careful to lift the door slightly and then open it. Otherwise, it would make a screeching squeal of worn and rusting metal. He tapped her on the back to let her know to go in. She felt for the edge of the door frame and walked in slowly with her hands held up in front of her. She only took seven steps into the room before turning around. She listened hard.

A noise of cloth moving against cloth. A huff of breathe. A ting-cked of metal and a definite click of the door setting into the place.

“Guguh?” she whispered.

“Go to the corner. We’ll wait on the little couch.” he whispered back.

They settled down onto the old, lumpy couch. He unrolled a blanket that their Father had left down there and pulled it over them. “We may be here for a while. Why don’t you try and take a nap?”

He felt her nod her head against his narrow chest and she snuggled in closer. It was a while before her breathing evened out in sleep. He tried to keep himself occupied by going over the plans for surviving in the desert. What to do if their Father didn’t come for them by nightfall. What he would have to do to keep them both safe until they reached Dodge City. It wasn’t safe for kids to be out in the desert alone.

Trouble was the code for raiders. Raiders came to toss Holda once every few years. Different ones for different reasons. The world’s gone to hell in a hurry when the bombs were let loose. Now everything is a wasteland and life is far from normal. Survival wasn’t for the smartest or the most fit. It was for whoever was strong enough to fight for life and smart enough to keep it going after victory.

Disjointed memories flooded his mind. He couldn’t just sit there and think about plans. No matter how many times he went over it all, it may not matter one whit. It could have been a false alarm. The Holda people may fight off the raiders. Their Father may die in the fight. Memories of the last big raid pushed over his denials and clogged his brain.

Screams.

The sharp Hai of fighting turned into harsh denials that turned into screams of fear and pain.

Dark red.
Everywhere.
It flowed quickly like a creature with a mind of its own. Searching for him. It came so close. Within inches of his face before stopping. A thin flow of red that grew thicker and darker. The rounded edges bloomed and made a lake of red out of the thin flow.

It grew each time Mother screamed.
Her screams grew hoarse and weak.
Wet sounds and masculine grunts took over.

He doesn’t remember when she stopped screaming.
When she stopped making any noise at all.
But the grunting and cursed filled satisfaction of the strangers didn’t stop.

He woke up in the darkness with a jerk and a whimpering scream clawing his throat dry. A rush of fear driven adrenaline and heat flooded his system. The cold quickly ate away the jagged warmth from his uncovered face as knowledge of where he was took root. An uncomfortable weight pushed down in his tummy. It didn’t help that the little one was snuggled tight against his side. He needed to go but he didn’t want to do it in the room.

He froze.

A loud clank and the sound of people moving. Muffled voices. He shook his little sister awake with a hand over her mouth. It muffled her questions. Her sleepy confusion. He put his lips near her ear and whispered fiercely, “Keep quiet and stand up with me. People are coming. They may find us. If it’s not Father, we have to run. Ok? Just nod your head.”

She nodded.

They stood up. He reached into the cushions of the couch and pulled out a metal rod. He rolled his shoulders and loosened his muscles. They were light from sleep but sore and tingling from were the littlest Park slept on him. He put her hand on edge of the back of his shirt. She knew to stand there. To be out of the way if he had to fight. To run.

Only minutes passed as the noises and voices grew louder but it felt like eons to the children. They waited. Growing more tense as time edged by. They didn’t have to wait too long before the heavy metal door was thrown open with a screaming metallic clash.

The shadowed outlines of a large man filled the doorway and wetness quickly puddled in the young boy’s pants as his bladder let go. The sharp smell of fresh urine filled the air and his body shook in shame wrapped fear. With a roar of defiance, he tore away from his sister and rushed the enemy.

 

[Vailyn]

Steampunk Story

I can totally see her being in a steampunk story. I have a person but no name or place. I should make a name and a setting. =)

 

[Vailyn]

Potions

You can only choose one of the three.

Each will come true.
Each will delight and thrill you.
Each will bring you to face the unexpected.

Will you take a chance of making your deepest desire to come true and face the challenge to keep it?

 

[Vailyn]

Besserwissers or Psychobabble

Besserwissers or Psychobabble: (1-1 or Small Group 3-4)
The days have fallen into a pattern of predictability that make her feel grounded. The practice is flourishing, she's living close to her family, reconnected with old friends and taking chances to learn new hobbies like videogames and rock climbing. Soon, it'll be a decade since the event that tore apart her heart and made her doubt her sanity.

Ten years.
Yet not enough.

She's made peace with it. As much as she could. As much as she can. Now, her life is about helping people figure out their issues and helping them. It's no longer a hunt to find the killer before time runs out.

News: The third grisly murder scene has been discovered last night. The detective in charge is reluctant to state that there is a serial killer loose in our area but our inside sources state that a psychotic murderer may be loose in the city.

****​

A psychiatrist with a haunted past. Patients with every day problems: depression, self image, minor psychosis and obsessive compulsion issues. Constructive progress is made with each case--or is it?

The more she learns about them, the less she knows. Answers lead to more questions and what rises to the surface with each dogged step may have been better left alone, buried deep below.

----​

It's apparent that we can't proceed any further without a name for this institutionalized garrulousness, this psychological patter, this need to catalogue the ego's condition. Let's call it psychobabble, this spirit which now tyrannizes conversation in the seventies.
—Richard Dean Rosen, Psychobabble: Fast Talk and Quick Cure in the Era of Feeling

 

[Vailyn]

MPM Receptionist: Alf

Meet Dal or Alf or he who will look like Gackt.

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Gonna look like Gackt hahahhaha

History:

Present:

or

 

[Vailyn]

Story Based on Song

Knock by Imelda May

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Knock one, two, three on the wall
That will be our secret call
You'll find me under your spell
Secret safe, I won't tell

Knock one, two... one, two
One, two, three

I see you move across the room
I can't keep still, you're my thrill
Can't you see, you belong to me

You have me trapped, I'm happy with that
I'll keep you warm, when others are gone
Look in my eyes, I'm your surprise

Knock one, two, three on the wall
That will be our secret call
You'll find me under your spell
Secret safe, I won't tell

Knock one, two... one, two
One, two, three

I won't tell a soul, oh no one will know
I'll keep all aside, keep away from the light
Just call and I'll appear, I'll always be near

Knock one, two, three on the wall
That will be our secret call
You'll find me under your spell
Secret safe, I won't tell

Knock one, two... one, two
One, two, three

 

[Vailyn]

For Master of Dreams

Yuki Storm

Yuki in Dreams:

Lydia Favor

Images of the Master

 

[Vailyn]

Calisyndra, A Slave

 

[Vailyn]

Hitchhiker

Name: Claire Blackwood
Age: 22
Eyes: Jade Green
Hair: Ginger-Red, Long, Wavy
Body: 5'6” - toned – not fat, not skinny

Claire is driving cross-country for the summer. It's something she's always wanted to do and she wanted the time away from everything to explore & think. She has to make a choice before she goes home and it's kind of a big one.

Car - 2007 Honda Civic Sedan, Black, Sunroof - A big dinged here and there but reliable.

 

[Vailyn]

Dominion

Prophecies hold obscure clues to the coming of the Fated One who will rule with absolute Dominion over all the Heavens, Earth and the realms Between.

Rebellion may has well be her name. It's been over a century since the Lord of Heaven's, her Father, has stripped her of her titles, changed her and barred her from Heaven. Remembering the start of her banishment was enough to bring her into a burning rage. She has sworn to bring down her Father from his lofty throne no matter the stakes.

The worlds over have been at a kind of peace and growth that has not been experienced ever before. Advances in civilizations and travel have made great leaps and prosperity can be had by any willing to do the work.

Or is it?

 

[Vailyn]

High Priestess of Heaven

Mairwen Mino, The High Priestess of Heaven

 

[Vailyn]

Zeke's Mate

Name: Hannah Blackwood
Age: 30
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Bright Copper/Orange Red
Height: 5'1”
Body: Fit/Toned, Slim curves

Claire Blackwood's Older sister.

 

[Vailyn]

Wendy Glade

A psychologist with a warm heart and driving desire to help people. She starting using light hypnosis in her sessions and it resulted in her clients becoming more stable and happy. Quietly thrilled by the results, it became a more established function in her practice. Then, she made a mistake. One that may change her life in ways she never planned.

 

[Vailyn]

Maid of Honor

Vivian Lancaster

 

[Vailyn]

Twice Possessed

Naomi Ren Hayashi

An only child of a traditional Japanese father and more quirky white mother. Parents died in a car accident a year ago. It was a horrible luck to find herself in a bizarre car accident that demolished her car. She managed to walk away from it with a few fractures, cuts and multitude of bruises. Shaken, she reaches out to one of her best friends and asks him to give her a lift from the hospital.

 

[Vailyn]

1st Client for Reverie

Bess Ann Berlin

Bess isn't the most beautiful girl ever to breathe but she is fairly attractive. She likes men, enjoys kissing, the process of learning the feel of a new body and all but she hasn't met anyone that made her so passionate that she wanted to go all the way. It's gotten to the point where she thinks that maybe she's just not interested in sex. She's going to try one more thing and lose her virginity before she crosses sex off the list.

 

[Vailyn]

Above Average

Electra Ismene Jakab

For as long as she can remember, Electra could feel things that no one else did. She knew things that she shouldn't. It took a while for her to understand that it happened when she touched someone. The longer the touch and the more she knew the person, the stronger the connection would be and the more she could sense: feelings, thoughts, memories. She doesn't know how far the connection can go because she's never tried to figure out the limits.