Leila and Myself
Meh meh meh meh... oh, and my characters that I love!^.^

you wanna know about the girlie behind all this named Kay-Tee, huh? And yes, my parents couldn't spell and they cursed me with it. You'd think they could at least get Katie right, but no, they couldn't. Oh well... and please, no jokes, - I guaruntee I've heard 'em all.-

Wanna know my hobbies? Allright... you asked! Not me! :*:grins:*:
I love Drill Team - the practices, the events, the competitions, the whole nine yards
partiein at new raves!
chillin with my friends
dancin (yes, there is definitely a trend here)
reading
RPing with mah friends
talkin with Morgie and Danielle

Shouts out to: Molly, Tony, Paul, Kevin, Crispin, Vree, Amanda, Manda, Luna, Keith, Tara, Eric, Kai and of course Brittny and JP

My favorite charries of all time? Pff, easy...

1.)Elora Danan

2.)Leila Don Marr & Sayge Piper Triumfh, Enchanting Vampyress (a tie!)

3.)Queen Gaia Sisephy of Castle Blackberry

4.)Kye, Beloved Immortal

5.)Caequa, Unisus of Dreams

6.)Sheila & Archimedes

7.)Lyra in all of her various forms

8.)Biballya

9.)Mytalth of Kenta Weyr

10.)Brie So'Ban

Wanna know anything else?! E-mail me! There're linkies to do that all over the place! hehe, talk to you all soon. Thankies for visiting my *site*

L e i l a . D o n M a r r

Name: Leila Don Marr

Place of Birth: Massachusetts

Dating Status: Lithan (XGrimDethX)

Place of Dwelling: Erudite Lodge

Description:::Leila with the smoothness of a moodswing, eyed the bystander back with just as much scrutiny. Her arms and legs were tanned to a golden hue, soft and even while her face was lighter with the palest trace of a bruise. Her fiery eyes were caught between the reality of honey and the shaded ice blue contacts that donned. Her hair was straight, down just to chest, dyed a deep red color for the moment. She would look more natural as a feathery blonde. Her arms were loose, lanky though with only the slightest hint of muscle, she looked nearly anorexic, yet pretty somehow that way.::

::She drew her delicate fingers over the table top, her corrupt gaze shifting from person to person, analyzing them each in turn.::

The -:|:- I.n.c.i.d.e.n.t -:|:-

::She canted her head to one side, forcing her eyes to be stoic:: Hmmkay. ::She stepped to the left, attention fully focused on him::

::He bumped her shoulder, staring at her eyes coldly in warning, his hands clinched::

Watch yourself, ::She hissed in a dismissive warning, her eyes intoxicatingly electric::

::The man was taller than him and believed somewhat that females should respect men for their strength. The 24 year old walked back to her and looked down in her eyes:: "Say that again girl."

::She became insistently caustic, coy and over all catacylsmic at the foresight of a fight. Her eyes were parred with his, he wasn't that much taller after all, and her gaze was much more insane than his would ever be. She didn't have to say a word, and she knew it.::

::A barbed whip struck her leg, the barbs tightening themselves in the side of her leg. This was done to his slaves when they miss behaved or to women who didn't know their place:: Bow to live...

::her hand was immediately at his throat, her jagged nail pressing against his lifeline of blood. Her grin was devious, with no hints of regret or guilt that would ever come from one more life taken:: After you.

::She hated this. This was how -they- held her down. Leila snarled at him, but stayed quiet:: Get off of me.

::Her arm around her back and his knee in her spine told her no:: I despise women who don't know their place...

I don't recall telling you to speak. ::She spit out her words, accenting every syllable to mock him. Her eyes had narrowed, and then she realized that he wasn't -them- and that he couldn't give her any tranquilizer. With that, she began to laugh and then struggle for her life. She was powerful and quick and soon, with a broken wrist, she was out of his grasp::