"Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself."
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Minion Horde Raiding Party Leader
Have you seen my Minion Raiding Party?
My Minion Raiding Party kicked your butt
I love my Minion Raiding Party, but not all at once
My Minion Raiding party broke your nose
My Minion Raiding Party won't come back
My Minion Raiding Party stole all my clothes
Official John Doe Fanclub Member
Elder Appreciation Award - Captain Hook liked my story!
Winter Bloodies 2014 ~ Most Improved Writer
Black Masquerade ~ 2015 Participant
Black Masquerade ~ 2015 Most Creative Costume
I roamed the realm on Christmas Day 2015
I Celebrated Christmas 2018 in the Realm
Addison's Biography
. Appearance: Addison stands at a mere 5' tall, barely 100lbs., a petite, lithe form, with reflective light blue eyes and long straight dark hair. She is eternally 20 years old in appearance.
Date of Birth: unknown. Place of birth: Swamp-land outskirts of New Orleans Heritage: American, possibly some German
Orientation: Straight - Single
Status: Will probably die alone with 72 cats...
The facts:
Addison first came to the Realm as a vampire. She loved her life. She met a Slayer, who won her cold heart, and for his love, and with his help, cleansed herself of her vampirism and became a Slayer. She joined Azhi Dahaka immediately after.
Not long after settling into her new ‘life’, her Slayer lover left her. It crushed her. She was already quite insane, but this seemed to drive her over the edge completely.
She still has a psychological need for blood rather than food. How she functions is unknown. She also does not grasp the line between good and evil.
Addison can survive in a viral zombie infestation. They don’t seem to see her, or, see her as one of their own.
Addison is a High Priestess in the arts of Voodoo and Hoodoo. She has pacts with many of the Loa.
She carries a cursed Katana. A part of her own soul is housed within it, and, from a deal with Baron Samedhi, each person who dies from her blade, the blade collects the soul, adding to Addison’s own strengths.
Humor is Addison’s most dangerous weapon. She thinks she is a laugh riot.
She is obsessed with cats, saving strays at every opportunity.
Addison misses being a vampire, and the thoughts of being turned once again weigh heavily on her.
At close to 700 years old, Addison is terrified of bugs and being buried.
January's 2015 RPM -Third Place:
All the Glitters is not Gold...
Elena Lupei & Addison
August 2014 RPM - Second place:
The Path Home
Addison & Jabril Statham
August 2014 RPM - Third Place:
In War We Trust
Jabril Statham & Addison
June 2014 RPM - Third Place:
Death is the Road to Awe
Addison
A breath of relief sighed, Livia wraps herself in a sheet and finds a spot next to the snotbubbling Addison. The Slayer knows what it feels like to be considered 'icky' more than the Mambo knows. "You aren't icky or awkward.. you are speshul."
Slender arm wraps around the woman and Livia's head finds rest on Addi's shoulder. "You're even cute with the snot bubbles." she nods and adds, hopefully, reassuring words. "I'd do you if I had the plumbing for it.. of course.. I'd let you blow your nose first so you wouldn't suffocate."
Livia stares wide eyed at Addison. She isn't icky, never that! But to cut her head off with a butcher knife? No.. that just wasn't efficient. Really. A Shoto would be the sword used for seppuku, the katana would be for removing the head and the Slayer's heard whispers about the one Addison owned. "You are not icky.. and if that is the only reason, then no."
Plus.. Livia loves Addison. Then again, maybe the Mambo knows this and it's why she's in Livia's bedroom. The Czech woman could give the woman a quick death but there has to be some other way. "You are not serious, right Milacek?"
Darn it! He felt like a jerk, he probably was and didn't really think she'll take it that hard. He thought they could at least be friends, but as she wandered off, he understands how most people like her longs for romance, if he had met her a long time ago, things may have been different. Times do change, time will tell. Sighing softly, he walked away not sure about what she is going through. He hoped she was okay.
Pale eyes want to open, they really do. There is a presence in her room that she can feel but not account for. Whether it is some sixth sense or simply a shift in temperature or a new scent, Livia knows that someone is there.. she can feel it. Maybe it is the heaviness of emotion. A sadness? The hand that reaches for the firearm beneath her pillow stops. This is not a threatening feeling. Pale eyes open, the woman sits up in her bed to see Addison there. "Addi? What's wrong? What's going on?"
Well, wasn't she cute? But, he had to burst her bubble thinking of his sweetheart elsewhere knowing he couldn't do that to her even if he wanted to. "I am actually engaged. You're very considerate, thank you anyway" And, to be honest, she actually made him laugh, really, which was uncommon for him that someone such as her would have a funny bone around here. "Addison right?" He asked he's heard about her from another crew member around here.
Is she the one who the others warned him about, he noticed the head on his door and was told about it gives protection. Aye? Though he did most of that around here, but the welcome was nice despite the craziness. It's good to know how lively this place is, good to see that not everyone was like some soldier, face all straight and doing their jobs kind of person with no sense of humor whatsoever, he's met them types before, they were like walls unmoving. He tacked a note to her door thanking her for the opened arms. "Thank you. The head was farfetch'd, but it's okay, I can get used to it around here" Nah, he could learn to have fun every now and then, he left the hall of the lady's room and began to explore his new, but familiar territory, memories perhaps?
Uh..I mean...Why does everyone think that? *still takes what is handed to him*
*super dumbfounded*
*blood drips from the bag*
A paper bag though???? *watches as she leaves him*
*shouts after her*
I hope it was worth it!
A slender brow arches at the woman as she seemed to ramble on, asking may things, saying others, and barely giving the darkly crowned female a chance to respond. And so, Will merely cants her head to the side in curious, lupine manner, luminescent blues flaring an chilling shade of ice before settling into a lighter hue of sky.
A quirking of her lips put a wry smile spreading across plush tiers of cupid's bow and Willow is finally speaking. "Considerin' that I'm alive again, I'd say mah pain threshold is pretty damned high up there. Why, ya wanna Mommy-Dommy me? Is this where I say that I've been a bad, bad.... Bad girl and need to be punished?" And there goes Will's sense of humor.
*gives a start, surprised to see Addison since it’s been quite a while.*
*nods, with a chagrined look on her face*
Yea, some of mine roam these halls. Fret not- my kin seem to die as quickly as we pop up.
*gives an angelic smile*
The powerful young lycan stares hard at the girl when she approaches, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he studies her features, her diminutive size. His breath is released with a single, long semi-growling sigh.
The Beast fights its way toward the surface, appearing feral in Malek's yellow-green eyes that focus iridescent ire upon the approaching creature. Malek barely suppresses the monster that lives within.
A grunt follows as the girl scampers off. A long drink of Wild Turkey 101 straight from the 150ml bottle. A deep drag from the cigarette that dangles from his fingers.
*hands clasped at her chest, Livia looks at the suitcase* You're so sweet! *bounces excitedly* I'll go get the fishing wire... *smiles devilishly* Gotta stitch him up somehow...
Approaching his friend and cohort from behind, Kiernan wrapped his arms around her midsection in a bear hug, picking her up and squeezing her as he did so. "Addison!!" Laughing as he set her down, smiling, letting her go to lean around to look at her face. "Somebody put a poster up with your face on it. I don't think they got the right angle though." With a contemplative look on his face, he pretended to debate what to do about that. "Ah well - the real deal's better anyways! Glad to see you home again!" He was positively beaming to see her again, genuinely happy to have caught her while she was out and about.
*wide eyes* Her room sounds freaking amazing...does she have grenades?! *does a happy wiggle* *contemplates* Grab me a wig while you're at it. I need a new look. *realises* Do not pee...oh god. Don't! Don't do it! *cries* I'm not into those kinds of kinks!
*shudders* She has the grabby hands. *sniffles* Once, at band camp... *cannot go on* Just...grab them from the room as quickly as you can. Be like Jahu, Fast...and Furious. *shifty eyes*
Hoooooomahgawd! *is excited* *thinks of whose rooms they could pilfer* *grins* We should totally raid Genesis', Sprew's and and Dexter's rooms! *furrows brow* Though...Dexter kinda frightens me. Who am I kidding. They all terrify me. *blinks* Mrs Sprew is so mean...and grabby. Oh god. *whispers* Have you met Mrs. Sprew?
*thinks this might be the most action she's seen in a long time* *enjoys the ride* *inches along with Addison* Wooooo! I like closets! I get to play dress up right?
*leans back...as little as she could* *grins devilishly* Are you trying to woo me? I have hand sanitizer. *whispers* Don't threaten me with a good time...I'll be your blood doll.
A small, slightly amused smile tickled her lips as she watched the petite brunette walk by. Sniffing. It wasn't unusual, so she just rolled with it. Grinning right back at the twirling figure, she retorted, "New car smell? Damn, I must be too sober."
Summer sniffed her own arm and decided she did indeed smell far too sober. She aimed to remedy that as soon as possible.
With a wide grin on his features, Kiernan rolled his eyes. "Hey," He pointed at her for a moment, "you promised you'd come home. I'd have been sad if you hadn't. But! You're back and that's what matters right?" He barely caught the bag that she'd tossed to him, though he looked within it curiously. It did in-fact contain sea shells. Looking up as she revealed her make-shift bra, he couldn't help but laugh. "Well, they seem to suit you very well Addi." He rolled his eyes at her pun, whether she could tell or not was another thing. "I've missed your craziness. Things got a little quiet without your laughter all the time." He joined in her laughter, though it didn't scale to quite a maniacal degree as hers did however.
"I've got a question for you actually, when you feel you're comfortable being back and in the swing of things." He didn't want to ruin her happy mood, but there was something rather important on his mind.
Kiernan approached his friend and enveloped her in a warm hug before she could do anything. "You came back!" He said with happy smile on his features before finally letting her go, and holding her at arms length. "You were gone much longer than you said, and I started to get worried." His expression was a little worried, but overall he seemed happy.
Duty keeps him occupied and time passes all too quickly. The male never forgets the kindness of fellow crew mate Addison on New Years, the basket she left. He has just been unable to contact her, until now. In neat, perfectly executed block print, the Butcher pens a note and orders Himmel to quickly deliver it to the woman.
Addison,
Please forgive my lack of response, the rudeness I have shown. I have been quite busy but that is no excuse, ja? Thank you for the meal you left. While they are not traditional meal in my country for New Year, the ingredients used are. I wonder if this is a coincidence? I enjoyed the meal greatly and what little my compatriots Himmel and Holle could wrestle from, they seemed to enjoy as well. Prosit Neujahr.
Weird
