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Aliénor Rose - literal psychopath major tw
- plEASE. I REALLY WANT TO ROLEPLAY HER. -
Playlist (to get an idea of... Well, her)
open.spotify.com/playlist/2Hnf66kfmwhLh7G7qUqZmf?si=e2IP4ZpYRkCwy7VHkeZMvg&pi=VaPCvbKQR4y0u
~ And this'll be, ooh, this'll be, aah
This'll be absolutely, whee
This'll be nice, this'll be neat
And bring you closer to me
So, don't you squirm, don't you fret
I'm not gonna hurt you yet ~
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MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS.
Cannibalism, dissection, mention of animal cruelty.
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Aliénor Rose, a name that sends shivers down the spines of those who know her true nature, is a woman of exquisite beauty and terrifying darkness. Her raven hair cascades down her shoulders like a waterfall of midnight. Her eyes, dark as coal, hold a gaze that can either captivate or chill to the bone. Standing at five feet seven inches, she possesses a lithe and athletic build, a testament to her predatory nature.
Born into a family of affluence and intellect, Aliénor's early years were marked by a voracious appetite for knowledge, particularly in the field of biology. Her father, a renowned surgeon, unwittingly fueled her fascination with the human body, allowing her access to his extensive collection of medical textbooks. It was within these pages that Aliénor found her first taste of the macabre, her young mind absorbing the intricate details of human anatomy with a fervor that bordered on obsession.
Her first brush with death came at the tender age of ten, when her beloved pet cat, Snowflake, met an untimely end under her curious and increasingly disturbed hands. The act of dissection, carried out with a chilling precision that belied her age, left Aliénor with a sense of exhilaration she had never before experienced. It was a feeling she would chase for the rest of her life, a dark and twisted lust that would eventually lead her down a path of no return.
As she blossomed into womanhood, Aliénor's fascination with death and dissection evolved into a perverse intermingling of s*x and violence. Her burgeoning sexuality, a force as wild and untamed as her mind, added a new, terrifying dimension to her morbid fixations. She began to explore the boundaries of pain and pleasure, her own body becoming a canvas for her dark desires. It was during this period of self-discovery that Aliénor first tasted human flesh, an act of cannibalism that awakened an insatiable hunger within her.
In the eyes of the world, Aliénor Rose is a woman of charm and sophistication, a mortician with a penchant for the finer things in life. But beneath this facade lies a monster, a serial killer of unparalleled cunning and savagery. Her love is a twisted, corrupted thing, a mockery of the pure and innocent emotions it is meant to represent. For Aliénor, love and lust are inextricably intertwined with death and dismemberment, a chilling reality that has claimed the lives of countless victims.
Her modus operandi is as unique as it is horrifying. She seduces her victims, tending to target women, drawing them into her web of deceit with the promise of unbridled passion. Once ensnared, they are subjected to a nightmarish ordeal of torture and dissection, their screams a symphony of terror that only serves to fuel Aliénor's insatiable appetites.
Despite the darkness that consumes her, Aliénor Rose remains a captivating enigma, a woman whose beauty and intelligence hide a monster of unimaginable cruelty. She is a character of contrasts, a violent storm brewing beneath a serene surface, a testament to the terrifying depths of human depravity.
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~ little snippet ~
Aliénor's gaze was inexorably drawn to the expanse of her legs - their milky pallor stretched taut over well-defined gastrocnemius muscles, beckoning to her like a gift begging to be unveiled. She found herself helplessly tracking the skirt's hem as it brushed against supple skin, hiding the most enticing part from view. The notion of biting into those succulent thighs was a temptation that nearly pushed her over the edge.
A low, almost imperceptible moan rose from the depths of Aliénor's soul. The exhilaration of the incision, the electrifying surge that flooded her veins as she meticulously opened a woman's chest, the hypnotic rhythm of the final heartbeats pulsing beneath her fingertips... how long had it been since she last savored that illicit pleasure? The scant bites she had been pilfering from the freshest cadavers were mere echoes of the true thrill she desired - the intoxicating euphoria of the pursuit, the slaughter.
Playlist (to get an idea of... Well, her)
open.spotify.com/playlist/2Hnf66kfmwhLh7G7qUqZmf?si=e2IP4ZpYRkCwy7VHkeZMvg&pi=VaPCvbKQR4y0u
~ And this'll be, ooh, this'll be, aah
This'll be absolutely, whee
This'll be nice, this'll be neat
And bring you closer to me
So, don't you squirm, don't you fret
I'm not gonna hurt you yet ~
꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷
MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS.
Cannibalism, dissection, mention of animal cruelty.
꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷
꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷
꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷
Aliénor Rose, a name that sends shivers down the spines of those who know her true nature, is a woman of exquisite beauty and terrifying darkness. Her raven hair cascades down her shoulders like a waterfall of midnight. Her eyes, dark as coal, hold a gaze that can either captivate or chill to the bone. Standing at five feet seven inches, she possesses a lithe and athletic build, a testament to her predatory nature.
Born into a family of affluence and intellect, Aliénor's early years were marked by a voracious appetite for knowledge, particularly in the field of biology. Her father, a renowned surgeon, unwittingly fueled her fascination with the human body, allowing her access to his extensive collection of medical textbooks. It was within these pages that Aliénor found her first taste of the macabre, her young mind absorbing the intricate details of human anatomy with a fervor that bordered on obsession.
Her first brush with death came at the tender age of ten, when her beloved pet cat, Snowflake, met an untimely end under her curious and increasingly disturbed hands. The act of dissection, carried out with a chilling precision that belied her age, left Aliénor with a sense of exhilaration she had never before experienced. It was a feeling she would chase for the rest of her life, a dark and twisted lust that would eventually lead her down a path of no return.
As she blossomed into womanhood, Aliénor's fascination with death and dissection evolved into a perverse intermingling of s*x and violence. Her burgeoning sexuality, a force as wild and untamed as her mind, added a new, terrifying dimension to her morbid fixations. She began to explore the boundaries of pain and pleasure, her own body becoming a canvas for her dark desires. It was during this period of self-discovery that Aliénor first tasted human flesh, an act of cannibalism that awakened an insatiable hunger within her.
In the eyes of the world, Aliénor Rose is a woman of charm and sophistication, a mortician with a penchant for the finer things in life. But beneath this facade lies a monster, a serial killer of unparalleled cunning and savagery. Her love is a twisted, corrupted thing, a mockery of the pure and innocent emotions it is meant to represent. For Aliénor, love and lust are inextricably intertwined with death and dismemberment, a chilling reality that has claimed the lives of countless victims.
Her modus operandi is as unique as it is horrifying. She seduces her victims, tending to target women, drawing them into her web of deceit with the promise of unbridled passion. Once ensnared, they are subjected to a nightmarish ordeal of torture and dissection, their screams a symphony of terror that only serves to fuel Aliénor's insatiable appetites.
Despite the darkness that consumes her, Aliénor Rose remains a captivating enigma, a woman whose beauty and intelligence hide a monster of unimaginable cruelty. She is a character of contrasts, a violent storm brewing beneath a serene surface, a testament to the terrifying depths of human depravity.
꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷
~ little snippet ~
Aliénor's gaze was inexorably drawn to the expanse of her legs - their milky pallor stretched taut over well-defined gastrocnemius muscles, beckoning to her like a gift begging to be unveiled. She found herself helplessly tracking the skirt's hem as it brushed against supple skin, hiding the most enticing part from view. The notion of biting into those succulent thighs was a temptation that nearly pushed her over the edge.
A low, almost imperceptible moan rose from the depths of Aliénor's soul. The exhilaration of the incision, the electrifying surge that flooded her veins as she meticulously opened a woman's chest, the hypnotic rhythm of the final heartbeats pulsing beneath her fingertips... how long had it been since she last savored that illicit pleasure? The scant bites she had been pilfering from the freshest cadavers were mere echoes of the true thrill she desired - the intoxicating euphoria of the pursuit, the slaughter.
2 | May 3rd 2024 23:02