HOLLOW, PIXIE

[pixie hollow]

HEY HEY MY NAME IS PIXIE MARIE HOLLOW AND I AM TWENTY ONE YEARS OLD BABY. I'M A SUCCUBUS AND RANK AS HARDCORE FUCKING BITCH! AND I WAS BORN ON JULY 1ST, 1989 IN CANADA. MY NATIONALITY IS FRENCH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE MISS MOSH. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM SEXY, A WHORE, BITCHY, AGRESSIVE, VIOLENT, AND SENSUAL. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY SOPHIE.

NOTE Seeing as how Succubi are born with unnatural hair colors it would do well to know that Pixie Marie Hollow was one to follow suit, being born with cotton candy pink hair. Over the years she has grown accustomed to bleaching her hair for a more natural look (it does well to helping her relate to the humans better).

CODEWORD IVORY

ROLE PLAY SAMPLE FROM A DEAD FORUM
It is too fucking quiet in this damn apartment. Andromeda Marks needed some kind of noise, some kind of social interaction. Otherwise, she had a small inclination, that she would go insane in her drab, though exquisite, apartment alone for one more miserable second. Without thought, she donned a cute light pink camisole, a red sweater because she knew, being winter, it would be a chilly day. After which she pulled on a pair of dark book-cuts, and donned two scarves to match. Just for the hell of it, she put on a nice pair of black leather boots, clad with heels. She was set after that.

Walking out of her apartment, keys in hand, she headed towards the shopping district, which conveniently enough wasn't too far from her building. Finally, the good clean noise of the busy street. Sure she hated busy streets, but anything was better then being alone in an house that could accommodate a family. That she just could not handle. Did the landlord honestly think she`d have a boyfriend, that they`d get together and produce children? Did she really look like the type of person that would produce children with a random bloke? People like that made her sick.

Finally she had come to the heart of the shopping district. She drew in a deep breath of cool winter air, looked about, with a long exhale soon to follow. First, her eyes landed on a cute little coffee shop, which, with the warm smell that escaped the doors and entered her nostrils when they were opened, practically beckoned her to visit. Andromeda Marks`s nose lead the way, to say the least. The smell of coffee on a morning like this, to Ana, warmed her heart. The small bell above the door jingled as she entered, a smile spreading across her pale face, just barely squishing the corners of her eyes, as she walked to the counter.

"I`ll have a hot vanilla mocha, please," she asked as soon as the guy at the counter waved her forward. She stood aside, watching as the man quickly did his job, grabbing a cup, situating it under the coffee maker, the vanilla creamer, the chocolate syrup, and then adding just the right amount of cool whip, which she thought would make a lovely addition to the already delicious drink. The smell practically filled her nostrils with pure warm ecstasy. "Thank you," she enthusiastically chortled as he handed her the warm cup in exchange for the twenty she had given him. "Keep the change."

She was feeling quite charitable today, for some reason. Ana took a seat in the nearest booth with a window looking out on the crowd, and the snow that covered some of the ground still. A warm smile came to her lips as she took a sip of her warm vanilla mocha.