Caedis Sofferenza {Captiol} WIP

Caedis Sofferenza {Captiol} WIP Jan 21, 2012 21:57:57 GMT -5

Post by SNOWFLAKES [Brik] on Jan 21, 2012 21:57:57 GMT -5

"Just keep your faith and believe in all that you make."
Caedus Sofferenza

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The people in the Districts think people like you have it all made. They are positive that everyone lives a life of luxury. Sure, you have alot of money (who doesn't in the Capitol), and of course you are able to easily support yourself. Even though you are fine on the outside, with money and your tattoos and smiling face covering your lies, you really aren't okay. On the inside, small parts of you have stitches that you had worked towards for almost half your life.

( Your Crimson Touch Is Going Nowhere )

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As your long legs climb each of stairs leading up to your house with an unnatural grace, your pale and half tattooed hand dives for the pocket, searching around for the ring of keys. Once obtained in your long-fingered grasp, you pull it out of your tight jeans and shove the first key you find into the door. As soon as you twist the doorknob, you shove yourself inside, running a hand through your pink and black hair; the same hair you had decided to shave one side of. On the side where there is only very short hair, you have tattoos of leopard print and stars.

Finally at your house where you are alone and just wanting to have some feel of relaxation after the rush of the rave, you take off your shirt, but before you go to the kitchen to even begin to have something to eat, you glance at yourself in the mirror, seeing the tattoos and piercings that you had been so excited to get with your constantly changing color eyes.

On your chest, you bear a pair of blue wings (exactly where it covers a slightly sunken in part of your chest that people often take note of when your shirt is off) , in the middle a golden crown, and above that, the word 'love'. Above the simple black colored word (on your throat) is a black, blue and red spider protectively hovering over a red gem that is in its claws. On your shoulders, you have flowers and crescent moves and dinamic swirls. On the sides of your neck, you have a rose that has a banner bearing some roman numerals representing some numbers. On your arms, you have cursive text and leopard skin. On your face, you had the bridge of your nose pierced, your lip pierced twice, and your ears stretched out. You love yourself the way you are, but you hate youself for why you got your body ornamentations. [/I]

( True Pain Was All You Ever Meant )

'And I don't have to fight for my right cause everyone knows I live for the rave.' Caedus, like almost every other Capitolite, enjoys to party. But Caedus runs with a different crowd, not going to any fancy parties, but going to insane electronic dance parties called 'raves'. Because of the colorful and bubbly nature of these raves, there is never a day you see Caedus wearing anything besides colorful clothes. He loves going to raves and he loves dressing different and colorful. Parties are something he loves and lives for.

( Sink Your Teeth Into This Nightmare )
A girl at a party eyes him across the room with interest as Caedis casually talks to another female, discussing raving and music and other things that he had gotten himself into at a young age. Of course she couldn't hear these things from across the room so she didn't know if he was hitting on him or vice versa so she naturally turned to her all-knowing friend to help figure out who the hell he was.

"Wanta, who is that?" The friend, Wanta looks in the direction her friend Fawn was, her blue eyes looking him up and down hungrily. "What? You mean that guy? That's Caedis Sofferenza. He comes to these parties all the time, he and I are acquaintances. Why do you wanna know?" "He is drop dead gorgeous." Wanta snorted, rolled her eyes and looked away, knowing her friend would go nowhere with him. "Good luck." [/I]

"What? Do you think I wouldn't be able to get him? You just watch." Fawn prepared to get off the stool that she sat on at the bar, but was interrupted by Wanta. "He doesn't believe in love. Good luck." Fawn looked down on Wanta, questions written all over her face. After asking what Wanta meant, Wanta patted the couch next to her where Fawn used to sit, telling her to sit down and listen.

"Okay. So, as a kid, his mother was a pretty average chick..."
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