First we have Jade Shadowhive, the eldest daughter of the Shadowhive family. The Shadowhive's were well known for their work in the clothing and food industry. Their dresses have been worn by all the royalties of the world and are famous for the intricate details and soft fabric they are made from. The family crest is a silver fox, but the eldest daughter had an affinity for dragons. The Shadowhive family had two lovely girls as the future heirs of the family business. Elsie was her younger sister and Jade loved her more than anyone else in the entire world. The...
A little doll sat with a frown etched upon it's face
Never moving out of it's place
It sat covered in a fine layer of dust
For to get rid, move it must
It's unblinking eye stared at your soul
Years of neglect taking it's toll
A single eye, for the other was hidden
An eye patch covering what was bidden
What curse was upon this doll
Was known to all
A demon protected the caster
The caster of a summon, making it his master
wear long and elegant black clothing(not too Goth)and have a very quiet but smart personality.be a very good sword fighter and a brilliant violin player.always have a very cute black cat following you around. Don't act too smart or else Sebastian will get pissed off.be kind to Sebastian but not too kind.have a very quiet and pretty face with not too much make up.be a great dancer and a very loyal person to ciel phantomhive.
but...the best possible way to get his attention to probably be a demon or another maid of the phantomhive manor
The carriage became cloaked by mist as it rolled further into the bending boughs of the woods. My master was his usual, muttering things such as "This is taking too long," and "I'm bored," under his breath. As though talking to an invisible psychiatrist, his hands flew about as he blubbered incoherent language.
Finally, the carriage stopped at a halt.
"Hmph," Alois complained. "I thought it would be a lot more exciting that that."
I walked down the deserted road, passing by what seemed like an endless line of lamps. They weren't much help, only lighting a small patch of the ground, but I was willing to use even something as skimpy as that. I knew that London was a dangerous place when night fell, so it was best I find shelter before someone catches up to me.
But it's already too late. The ominous sound of footsteps on stone reaches my ears. Too late, I think. Don't look behind you, Emma, DON'T look behind you... I can already pick up two things:One, it's an adult, or a...