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✧ Introducing Nyx Arbella Satinee Anastasia Beaudelaire
✧ N-ix ar-bell-a sat-E-nee ana-stay-sha b-aw-day-lair
✧ And oh my gawd she's just sixteen
✧ Born at 11:11 on 11th November in a luxurious private suite in the very exclusive St. Germain hospital, Paris
 
✧ Nyx loves freedom. It's her desire, her passion, her uttermost priority. She is unique, she's herself, she has her own soul. She has a burning desire to live freely. She grabs every moment that life presents her with both manicured hands. She lives life to the max. She is crazy for fun, all she wants is freedom to live her life and parties. Lots of them. She's a flirt, girl, so keep your boyfriends close, because there's a very good chance he will fall for Nyx the second he sees her. She can be mean and manipulative at times, an expert at wrapping people around her elegant little finger. She can have the whole world against you if she wishes. She has very high expectations of people, if you fail to meet them, babe you're dead. She is very high-class, she knows how to play it right. She's feisty, loud, brash and snarky, but not really blunt. She has a cool, tactful head and is sweet to people. Well, most of them. She likes playing with people, especially boys an then dumping them if she gets bored. She is wild and impulsive, she heads straight on without thinking, and speaks her mind no matter who it might hurt- she's had a lot of practice stepping on important toes in her Louboutins. It takes a lot to please her, but once you do please her, voila! Her cotton candy side is revealed. She is the life of every party, and loves breaking up the happiest of relationships, but no, she's not a tramp. She is defiant and bold, she isn't shy. She likes to have fun and not waste a moment in life. Some may call her trashy because she doesn't like to waste her time studying- she is naturally intelligent and smart, she doesn't need to study- but the truth is, she's just living her own way. She is mean to people, atleast till she gets to know them, and has a very cruel way of pointing out people's flaws, but she is not blind to hers. She is sassy, mature, caring and knows just what to say to make you laugh till you burst. She loves chilling out with her friends, they mean the world to her. She has a few flaws too, she is haughty and cruel and unkind at times. Nor is she the virtuous good girl your mama wants you to be. She is very, very wild. She will shock you. People say a lot about her wild life, but she doesn't care. As long as she has freedom, she's happy. She needs nothing else from life but freedom.
 
✧ ρєяƒє¢тιση. This word describes Nyx. Her entire flawless being radiates lithe beauty, charm and grace like light from the moon. Those flawless, enchanting acid green eyes can burn a hole right through your soul and make you spill your deepest secrets, so deep, so green you will gasp. They hold millions of secrets and will haunt, long into the night. They express a thousand words with just one seductive twinkle, make your heart stop. You will never be able to look away, not from those mysterious green eyes that are lined with lashes so lush, they almost seem fake, and certainly not from her face, a creation of such beauty. Her forehead is smooth ,unlined, her skin light cream and roses, her face rounded and not angled, with a perfect nose like a small ski slope, without a single blemish. Her full, oh-so-kissables are peony pink, rich and smooth, silkier than silk and smoother than water that pull into a heart-breaking, devastating smile that will make you forget your name and have you falling for her as soon as you look at her, with a clearly defined curve that can only be called a cupid's bow. Only a very few get the privilege of recieving a kiss from these lips. Her hair is a smooth, silky chestnut, thick and full colour, naturally that way and with the slightest of curls that fall down her back till her elbows like a waterfall. Her elegant, lean, fit body with curves in all the right places will tower over you, because she is a true model, standing haughty and proud at 5"10
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kiella
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Sample roleplay;;
I press the brake of my Ferrari slightly with the toe of my boot and clasp the door open. My boots hit the ground with a low thud, the ruffling breeze blowing my chestnut curls awry, causing my manicured fingers to make a swift movement to brush them away. I grab the metal handle of the door elegantly, opening it and stepping in, the petite Parisian smell immediately filling my nostrils. I perch my model figure on a spinning stool, leaning forward a little. "A caramel frappe, please." I order in a low, seductive purr, smiling slightly at the waiter. The waiter seems in a slight daze, so I snap my fingers once and repeat my order. "Thank you." I tell him, still smirking. I open my wine red Vuitton clutch and pull out a crisp 10 dollar bill, handing it to him with another smile. "Keep the change." He seems stunned when out fingers make contact, so I whirl around and head out of the cafe, stopping to get into my race car. I clasp the steering wheel firmly in my manicured hands, push my sunglasses up and press the accelarator slightly, zooming forward at a classy speed.

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