Age at Death: 21
Born in 1160 in the Kingdom of Jerusalem, I was a slave to a merchant and caught in the cross fire during the Crusade. I nearly died, but an mysterious stranger saved me by giving me the Dark Gift. I had traveled throughout Europe since than. Currently reside in London as a modiste.
(NSFW. This is an independent rp account, I am not Nijah, nor Alexandra Daddario)
perhaps because of the tiredness, suddenly not in the brightest mood.
will be better tomorrow
The crescent moon and glittering start spread across the heaven above her, drowning her in it. Holding one cigarette in her left hand, she stretched out her fright hand and fan her long fingers wide, as if trying to get hold of one of them before her.
So close, yet so far.
She sighed, let the buff of cigarette smoke slowly ascending into the crisp air before thumbing onto the slate tiles by her feet.
Time to return to her bedchamber.
Time to go to bed.
Tomorrow is Monday. And everything is back to normal. People go to work. I get to huggle the PC all day long. XDDD
Nijah will have a huge hangover tomorrow. Hehe.