ASP CORYN VELATHORNE

[ASP CORYN VELATHORNE]

ASP CORYN VELATHORNE.
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welcome to the world of tomorrow
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BURY ALL YOUR SECRETS IN MY SKIN
come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
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WE ALL HAVE STRENGTHS.
To be honest, I'm not very honest. I'm a sneak and a thief and a liar. They're not the ideal traits, but I'm quite good at it. It's what I do best.

As a predator, you either have to be brawny or smart. I am the latter of the two. I am quick to think and quick to act, as well. I know a lot about just about everything, and if I don't know something, I swiftly read up on it.

I have a bit of a way with words, I suppose. They just flow fluently from my tongue like rose water. You could call me deceptive or sweet or whatever you like.

WE ALL HAVE OUR WEAKNESSES.
Weaknesses? Well, I am quite a hound for men. It seems that men are doubly easy to persuade me than I can them. But, on the bright side, I don't usually associate myself with men unless I want something or they're my co-workers.

As much of an intellectual as I am, I tend to act before I think. I am very impulsive and usually get into more trouble than I intend on getting into.

My memory is very short. I usually have to write things down on my hand or on paper to remember it short-term. I can remember things from long ago fine, but it's only when it's a small detail that I can't recall what it was.

ADMIT IT OR NOT, WE'VE ALL BEEN AFRAID.
Believe it or not, I'm sometimes very afraid of the gladiators that I am set against. A lot of them are gladiators because they murdered in cold blood or some such crime. Me, I'm only one for assassinating Perfect Nation employees. That's something anyone could do, as a lot of people hate Perfect Nation.

I am scared of becoming the prey. As in, me being stalked and killed. It's not necessarily death that I fear. It's just simply the feeling of impending doom.

I am somewhat inclined to stay away from dogs, as they have those large, protruding canines and claws that are unretractable. To say I am afraid of an animal is unbecoming, but I will say that I do dislike them very much.

AND WE HAVE OUR HABITS, GOOD & BAD.
I rub the back of my ear when I'm embarrassed or embarrassed and trying not to show it. Sometimes when I lie, I scratch the tip of my nose or I place my hand in my pocket. I try to be as inconspicuous as possible, though.

THEN THERE ARE THE THINGS THAT BUG US.
I absolutely despise the barking of dogs or the loud baying of wolves. They are such a nuisance to society. Why do we have those awful creatures? I also hate people who are always uppity and cheerful. What are they made out of, sugar and spice and everything nice? Not to mention, there are the braggarts. The people who constantly gloat about their valuables. I just want to slit their throats.

AND, HEY, WE CAN ALL DREAM.
My first and foremost dream is to not be a gladiator. I think it's a sensible dream. As soon as I figure out how to escape, I'll do it at any cost.

Secondly, I want to be a large part of the Resistance, if I do manage to escape from my imprisonment. Fuck those Perfect Nation scumbags.

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SO IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GO
and run away before i know
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I was born to two parents, of course. My mother was a Peony citizen and my father was an outsider. Basically, they wanted to live a perfect little life with a perfect little daughter. However, when I was born, my mother died in childbirth, and I was left to my father. My father, stricken with grief, wanted nothing to do with me. We left the city of Peony, and we became outsiders, like he was originally. Often, we stayed in different places or cities, but always somehow wound up back in Peony. My fear of dogs came solely from the times we would travel and I would see their awful, bright eyes peeking from out of the forests. Their crude howling and snarling always brought me to tears when I was younger. When I was old enough, I quickly flew the coop, and made my own path to destruction. In my travels, I learned of the injustices that the Perfect Nation were causing, and I wanted to play my part in their doom. I began assassinating any Perfect Nation authority I saw. Of course, they caught me, but instead of being put to death, I was instead made into a cheap form of entertainment: a gladiator. They said I would make an especially formidable opponent, because I was a cyborg with mechanically enhanced eyesight. I don't know what keen eyesight has to do with being a great fighter, but I certainly don't miss a detail on anyone.

As of now, I'm a gladiator, nothing more. I was stripped of my name, Asp Velathorne, and given a number.

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MY HEART IS JUST TOO DARK TO CARE
i can't destroy what isn't there
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i am asp coryn velathorne. in this world i am called a gladiator and i take the resistance side in this war. the blood running through my veins and marks on my finger tips will bring you a file to tell you that i am cyborg. and on that you will plainly see that i am female. those who see me often say i look a bit like kristin kreuk. but stunning hazel eyes make me one of a kind.

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