Thorn- I was born a Pure Blooded Demon; my gaze was crimson, skin made of porcelain as long brunette locks flowed endlessly down my spine. It traced the ground flowing endlessly, filling from the lush curls but never touched the ground. A long scar stained my arms, it was long and deep cuts, now half my gaze is crimson. The other a lime as ruby tears fell from it; the first Hybrid. A pure blood stained by a reaper; where should I go now? I just want acceptance, but will they accept a woman? ------- WARNINGS Ocs Terrible Grammar Oc X Undertaker Cursing
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