Endearing

The fires of your melancohly and your distraught passions combine to express themselves in your dress and look. Your style says that you've been through a lot, having expierenced the pains of hell and pleasures of heaven, but you are still in this fight called life! When you've dawned this fashion before people have gravitated toward you more, wanting to know the story of your scars and how a beauty such as yourself has come by them. You've used this as an advantage to find your way into the hearts and minds of people, just the place you want to be.

For starters you take your near white platnium blonde hair and streak it with minut amounts of gel. This causes your wavy hair to gain a more erractic yet austerly beautiful edgy look to it. The strands where the gel is the thickest give them a knife's edge look. You apply heavy eyeliner and eye shadow to your eyes. This makes your icey blue eyes more pronounced, they look like those things from a Game of Thrones that everyone seems to be raving about these days. You've even been compared to one of those things yourself by your friends. On your lips you put on a **** She Wrote shade of red, it makes them intoxicating and irresistable. You leave your ivory pale skin as is, applying no blush on so to give a very distinctive contrast look to your complexion. To finish the look you put a black leather choker around your neck, with a single circler ring so that if someone wanted to they could pull you in closer.

For dress you choose complimenting colors of blue and grey. You wear a grey crop top with sleeves up to you elbows. Your large breast bring it a bit higher than its suppossed to go, leaving your flat stomach completely exposed. You wear no bra under your top, so every time your nibbles get hard they get noticed along with your buxom breast. To help with the look you put on a belly button ring on whose silver metal is accented with a blue gemstone in the middle. It lays gently snug right beneath your belly button. You put on a pair of deep blue, tight fit denim jeans, your ass and thighs pushing against the fabric. They look as if they're begging to be uncaged from your pants. Finally you out on a pair of knee high, slip on black leather boots, so as to show off your long firm athletic legs which lead to your curvaceous thighs and end at your juicy thick bubble of a rump.

You take one good look at yourself in the mirror, proud of the austere beauty staring back at you with contempt and experience in her eyes. 'I will get my children back Mama! If I have to tear through the whole world and do the lowliest things I will just to have them in my arms again.' You sternly think holding back tears in your ice blue eyes. 'There's nothing and no one that can stop me from this goal. Not even Papa and you can stop me now!' You swallow your tears and beam for the door slamming it shut to go off to your audition.