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, daniel augusta stone.
" Forget about tonight, tomorrow will be here so soon
And we'll be busy singing, 'The wicked witch is dead!' "

, a dark congregation of familiar faces .

name: Ivysaurus.
age: SIXTEENmuch.
contact info: pm.
gender: unidentified female.
experience: three years.
other characters: Edwin .. more later.

, a red rose fell upon the soft snow .

name: Daniel Augusta Stone.
age: Twenty-One.
hair: Auburn Brown.
eyes: Dark Blue.
distinguishing features: Dimples high on his cheeks.
height: 6ft. 3in.
weight: 180.
illness: Cannibalism.
face claim: Gaspard Ulliel.

, i am swallowed by the guilt of this .

likes: sex; girls; blood; lust; his friends; when things are easy; having a good time; death; intimidating people; vampires; classical music; winter; christmas; cigarettes.
dislikes:being called Daniel; Life; when he loses; when things are too complex; when he's upset; friends; assholes (besides himself); being ignored; not having sex for a long time; being denied; bad music; annoying children and babies; newest technology; fashion trends and the asses that follow them; having emotions; seeing other's people happy.
strengths: being sexy; acting like he doesn’t care; playing the piano; succeeding in something.
weaknesses: dealing with rejection; falling for girls that can resist for him; he gloats; hiding his feelings; telling the truth.
fears: being alone; losing; actually getting well.
secrets: he loves when girls play hard to get; he actually wants to find one love in life.

detailed personality:
Augusta is a man of few words. A joker maybe but if you're not a friend, you get no words. He hates explaining himself, his thoughts, his opinion, what he does and what he thinks about doing. His life alone was one thing that he adores most over everything else. He believes that his life is more important than anyone elses.

His attitude speaks for itself because it is one of the obvious things about him. Speaking about how he feels, isn't something that Augusta likes. Hiding his anger, rage and even sometimes hunger is quite easy for him. He hates when people try to make him regret the things he has done and evn try to figure out why he did it. Truth is most of his killings came from nowhere in particular, just that life besides his own is a pet peeve.

Augusta is a tad overly confident. If it's not about him then it's about nothing. He knows that what he wants, he can get and if he can't then he never wanted it in the first place. Even though he's so confident in everything he does, he silently questiosn himself when he is rejected. As much as he is an asshole and a sex symbol, if someone refuses herself to him then he backs down unless his hunger and anger overtakes him.

Augusta has a low tolerance level. He doesn't take kind to people looking for fights, those who refuse to act themselves around him and those who simply just love life and everything regarding it. He's a high believer in his own preaching. Peer pressure is nothing to him because he gives in to nothing. Only woman really. Augusta never forces anything unto someone unless he believes that they should hear what he has to say. That's another thing. His opinion, highly important. Regardless, no matter what.

, you dared to kiss the face of the night .

mother and father:
Daniel Stone. Father. 45, deaceased. Saloon Owner.
Elizabeth Jade Stone. Mother. 30, deceased. Homemaker.
siblings:
Elizabeth (Eliza) Jade Stone. 13, deceased .
birthplace: London, UK.
hometown: London, UK.
pets: none.
children: none.

detailed history: 'If there was one word to describe my life it would have to be ... chaotic. I was born in the simple year of 1988. My parents came off as a loving family, people formed into this one happy collaboration. I never fell for it. My childhood was nothing to brag about. Sadly enough, I fell into the typical stereotype. My mother wasn't my favorite person at all. Never standing up for herself and always taking a good beating from my dad. My father, he was .. a drunk, a bastard, abusive and violent.

I was the apple of their eyes. I didn't get everything I wanted but I was loved. When my baby sister was born, I was ignored. Neglected in the sense of term that what I had to say or any of my opinions went unheard. They gave me no attention like they provided for her. I, personally, didn't care for it. It was nothing that I cared about as a child. I thought it was supposed to be that way. Elizabeth and Daniel, my parents, found it cute to dress her up, buy great things for her and things along that line. Soon enough, when I was nine, I grew jealous. I was tired of being pushed aside, my witts were getting at it's end.

Reaching the age of fourteen, it didn't stop. Eliza, what they nicknamed her due to the fact that she carried the name of our, well her, mother, didn't stop sucking up to it. She loved how they ignored me and gave her whatever she asked for. Silently I questioned myself on if I should leave her to the ones who loved her most or .. kill her. We shared the same room, attended the same school but I always got the feeling that she thought of herself to be more superior than me. And she was. And that alone drove me full throttle over the edge.

When I was seventeen, it happened. The night that my parents ignored me for the final time. I spoke at the dinner table and the sound of my voice was nothing but a silent echo in their mind. I was unheard, I was nothing more than a blow in the wind. Then I excused myself. Leaving my food where it was, I traced my steps towards the cabinet. The home of my father's beloved shotgun. Keeping it for safe keeping, a way to protect our family from harm, I clenched it in my hands for other reasons. I took the gun and aimed it at the family. Pointing it at her, the beautiful and only daughter, I let the trigger slip. The bullet piercing her forehead leaving blood to splatter over the rest of the family. And I did the same for them. My mother, my father - they both sat there at the table with their faces in the food. I was covered in their blood. Looking down at the splatters on my clothes, I oddly enough felt a weird hunger. A slow hunger rumbling in my stomach that grew as I get the smell of their blood. It was like being on a deserted island and finally getting that cracker you almost died for. Grabbing a fork, I slowly began to pick at the isides of their gun shot holes. In comparision to anything else I've ever ate, it had to be the most delicious thing I've ever eaten.

I left the house that night. Packing my clothes and slipping through the window. I took everything we owned, including all the money we had. We weren't rich but I had a pocket full of cash and a mind full of places to go. I traveled around London, getting as I pleased and if I didn't .. I ate. I killed more than ten people in one year. Human was the only thing I grew to enjoy to eat. I grew into the fashion of letting people choose between life or death. Getting inside of their mind and seeing what made them think that their life was important. No one ever gave me a good answer. I never liked their answers. Family, friends, wife, husband, love, lust .. never good enough.

Soon enough, I got caught. Seen slipping into a window and tying a woman down to her bed. Slicing her husbands throat, I forced her to eat his .. penis. Throwing it in her face that she sucked it so many times, it was time she had it inside of her forever. But, I was stupid. Her son called the police and I was tackled down to the ground instantly.

Weeks passed and I went to court, to jail, back to court back to jail until I was filed as criminally insane. I was told by the judge that I was Hannibal in his prime. I was no fictional character though, I was the real thing. After staying in jail for a few more weeks, I killed three inmates and was quickly shipped off her. Asylum 82. '

, in the cold like a hundred souls escaping .

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