EnyaAmbrose

My head. It's pounding. Again. I need... I'm not sure what. I know I need, can feel it in my bones. Burning. Flayed open. I need... My thoughts. I need my thoughts. To stop beng so curt. So sluggish. I want my words back. Sharp and precise and wonderful, my old words. Gone, burnt away by this sick need. Yet I still need... Need... Need... Fresh air, cooling my feverish skin. Your eyes on me, so impossibly green and sweet. Your voice, gentle and calm. Your touch on my brow. I need... My head. It hurts, not being with you hurts. I'm drowning in the fiery waves of need. I need you. My core cries for you. I NEED! Needyourpleasantcoolness,n

Beginnings What role does this character play?(Storybased):Alderan Conglomerate War Scientist What inspired you to create this character?:Some pessimistic thoughts about religion, the Pope saying prophylactics are sinful, cloning What does this character represent to you, if anything?: The hybris of ignoring measure and ethics What goals do you have for this character?:For her to be a little more human, and screw up the Alderan Leader's  plans Physical Full Name: 1394 Meaning of their full name: 1394th War Scientist of the Alderan Conglomerate Why did their parents name them this?: She was cloned specifically to be the 1394t

In front of you I'm trembling Stars explosively dying in your eyes Restless and slowly shattering Afterimages of roaring fires Frozen and dancing monster Entwined with me in disaster Love for you has death as master                

Heinous deeds and evil acts, blood of virgins and demonic pacts, beauty fallen and tainted lips, sensuality, seduction, swaying hips, eyes gleaming with dirty fantasies, subjectivity rules all mavericks.

Meanings always hidden in translation, intelligent design or eternal damnation, words by ones lacking understanding, fights to determine the last one standing, bells tolling ominously and happily, names falling from lips thoughtlessly.

Bullets flying indiscriminately everywhere- Lost the meaning of "to care"; blood corroding your conscience- the battle has such terrifying magnificence; death dancing with a crushing result- life weeping mute grains of salt.

Experiments and breakthroughs in silence- only science is worth the reverence; researching the unknown to enlighten the world- fighting to uncover the mysteries things hold; oh, scientist removed from hmans, shrouded- was it worth sacrificing everyone you loved?