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Born: December 15, 2018 Forum Topics Started: 4
Race: Demon Forum Posts / Replies: 72
Affiliation: Sine Metu Mail Replies Sent: 31
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02/19/19 at 7:51 pm
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Current Mood: Rejuvenated 
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Please forgive my abrupt absence. My life ended up going sideways in the worst way this also included my battle with depression. I appreciate your patience, I'm feeling much better and hopefully I'll stick around longer.
 
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Shelly's Biography

A blur; that is what remained of my memories. I don't know how or why but I was suddenly flung into an alien world where I was forced to mutate to survive...

I still retain a part of myself: while my head, torso, and fingers remained, everything else has changed. My body became covered in rubbery scales and chitin more resembling to those of the Tyranids of Warhammer 40k. Their likeness persists down to the hooves, but I was iridescent with gray scales, blood red chitin, and violet splotches. My long tail split itself up morphing into almost fungal-like tendrils. My so-called wings appear to look like those of a shredded dragonfly. Amazingly, despite their delicate appearance, if I'm not using them they become a cloak for me. They feel almost like silk but once in use, they harden up to allow flight. More surprisingly still I had the jewel on my forehead and the Eldritch flame above my head.

Apparently my stay at the alien world granted me new capabilities with voodoo and becoming the Hive Queen. I had theories about obtaining the Hive mind such as small insectoid creatures in alien world made contact with me or something I came in contact with. Either way, once I returned to Earth I ended up gaining control over bees, ants, and nanites.

Alias: The Devil, The Red Queen.

During my return, I needed to create a place for my brood and myself to live in; I called it The Hive

My brood dug deep into a mountain creating vast rooms: one for the bees, one for the ants, one for experimenting with my nanites and seeing what or who I can add to my hive. That room contained inumnerable pods for my victims.

Bees

They seem like ordinary bees but they bear the stingers of wasps and their honey tastes like fruity pebbles.

Ants

Amazing diggers and can tear down just about anything from organic or not.

Nanites

INFECT AND INFEST. These are the prime directives of the Nanites. They were definitely something I brought home from the alien world. They can adapt quickly to any environment, are invisible to the naked eye, and function with supreme efficiency. They are the ones who add my victims to the hive. If need be they can perform complex medical procedures.


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ForumSubjectLast Post
RealmShadow of Avalon
Created by Shelly
02/19/19
RealmThe Walking Dead: Legacy of New Salem
Created by Shelly
02/14/19
NeighborhoodThe Forge (Metal Working and Gunsmithing)
Created by EtaineNightBreed
02/02/19
RealmWinter Wonderland (All are welcomed)
Created by Shelly
12/22/18
Ronan Boru 02/18/19 congrats on POTD Lass.
Donahue 01/29/19

*Daddy growls softly.*

Where have ye been?

*He scoops you up in his arms like a bride his nose touching yours.*

Nora Connolly 12/27/18 Thank you, much appreciated.
Synetta 12/24/18 Her eyes grew wide when she heard the woman exclaimed again. Turning her head slowly her eyes landed on the woman before meeting the gaze of another puppy. This was Christmas to her. The feeling of joy brought life into her. At least what she thought was life and it didn't last long. Her soul was gone and the only substitute to the feeling of life rushing through her body was the life leaving from one body and entering into hers. Cursed life as some would say. Succubus. Vampire. Creature of the night. What have you. She was it and she gave no f*cks to what she was or who's life she took either. But the small puppies gave her joy. More so than a fat man coming from eating contest drunk on a bottle of Jack. The little fluffy things were pure innocence compared to her. And she relished in holding their little lives in her hands.
Synetta 12/24/18 Synetta could barely contain herself at the sight. Clapping her hands with a squeal of laughter bubbling out from her mouth she grabbed the basket full of puppies with delight.

"Thank you! Finally! I was promised dead ones but these will do nicely! Doesn't mean they wont die later....which will be more fun for me."

She starts to skip merrily in the direction to her room contemplating on how each one will meet their demise. The thought of their cooling carcass brought a grin that reached her eyes.
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Synetta 12/24/18 Lifting the table cloth in the dining area Synetta's eyes scanned dark space under the table. Growling she tossed the cover back. Getting tired of not finding the little buggers. She was promised puppies. But no puppies were to be had in this place. Dead ones to be exact. Yet that didnt stop them from not appearing before her. Frustrated she tapped her fingernails on the table debating what room to check next. The silence broke with a sound of a female voice. Turning her head she smiled.

"Thank you! Do you happen to know where the puppies are located. Darn brats are no where to be found. This saddens me greatly."
Athena Maximus 12/18/18 She laughed softly, “Thank you!” She saw the glowing spider and grinned. “I LOVE spiders! They are my favorite!”
Fiona MacKay 12/18/18 -totally just killed 3000 searches in an hour and ten minutes-
-accepts shot, slams that sh-t like a beast-
-roars-
-runs maniacally through the city-
Fiona MacKay 12/18/18 -glennfiddich is after her time- Aye? Ah nev'r haerd of't b't if ye wan't'share, who'm I t'say noo?
-she's feeling the whiskey already- Where's Or'nge a'?
-hiccups- Ah go'a story f'r Mack..
-texts Mackenzie-
Fiona MacKay 12/18/18 -doesn't drink usually-
-takes a sip-
-throws back the shot- Aye.. th'honey's nice. N'w w'jus' nee't'fin' Sco'ch whisky w'honey.
Fiona MacKay 12/17/18 -was trying to avoid 'fatbergs'-
-screams in surprise-
-is blind, can't see Shelly's body, no worries girl-
-cranes head- Whit's Paddy's Irish Whisk'y? Ah've nev'r haerd'f't..
-narrows eyes- Probably since it's sh-te Irish.
-grumbles- B't sure, le's drenk!
Mackenzie 12/17/18 “Huh. Alright. Just be careful, dear. The whole city is above our heads.” Grinning, Mackenzie tilts her head. “...Do you think you could dig a tunnel around the whole coven? Hidden tunnels?”
Mackenzie 12/17/18 “So... hive? Did you dig into the walls?” Mackenzie glances in the direction Shelly indicates only briefly before turning her attention solely upon her.
Mackenzie 12/17/18 Mackenzie walks by, sniffing as she looks at their freshest face. “Have you seen a young woman? Hair that hasn’t been brushed in a decade, talks weird, easily confused?”
Fiona MacKay 12/17/18 Blue eyes squint, follow the aura of Shelly's arm. Red and yellow light? Sounded dangerous. Probably was. Fiona's shoulders lift then drop quickly. Life isn't easy, no sense in expecting it to be now. With a quick smile, Fiona offers a few words before she leaves. "Welc'me agai' Shelleh. Thenk ye, f'r yer 'elp."
Fiona MacKay 12/17/18 Hive? Her head turns left then right, eyes erratic, always searching. Fi offers a smile, with her confusion. " 'ive? Tha' li'e a nickna'e f'r yer room? An'ah jus'appened upon ye re'lly."

Where was she? Fiona knew she traveled miles in the tunnels, mainly aimless wandering, but still. "B'a dea' an'jus'.. d'ye kno'ow t'ge' ou'f 'ere? Mebbe jus' p'sh me'n th'righ' direc'ion?"
Fiona MacKay 12/16/18 Another new member. Not that Fiona's complaining. It's just damn near impossible to find her way through the tunnels and a new person when she's blind. The witchling is starting to think this is how the Orange and Jasper punish her. Have you seen the 'fatbergs' in the sewers? No? Neither has Fiona.. but she's walked into one. Not pleasant. "Welcome t'th'Coven, Shelleh. Ah'm Fiona, r'Fi f'r shor'."
Helka 12/15/18 Welcome back to the realm.
Eloise Buchanan 12/15/18 Hi there, welcome to the Realm!
Dessa Chambers 12/15/18 Welcome to the Realm!
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