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A terribly anxious Mudi who has a penchant for collecting vintage advertisements and artwork. Has a fascination with tinned fish, matchbook art and collecting "one more" candle. Hopelessly sentimental and nostalgic; they are often day dreaming or in deep contemplation. They're usually quiet but have a very loud laugh. You would typically find them in forests, along a rainy shore, among books, wrapped up in flannels, or exploring vintage shops. They have a horrible memory but may just remember an obscure piece of trivia about you -- just not your birthday.
"What should be over burrowed under my skin in heart-stopping waves of hurt. I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze tell me what are my words worth. Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die. I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you. Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry. I'm setting off, but not without my muse."
Taylor Swift
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death
And I couldn't be sure
I had a feeling so peculiar
That this pain would be for Evermore
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- Sickle tail; never straight
- Always has a septum piercing
- Merle doesn't have to be 100% accurate
- Nature walks
- Studying history
- Depressing music
- Tea and Coffee
- Rainy weather
- Thrifting and Antiquing
- Classic film
- Cowboys
- Being cozy 24/7
- Medieval fantasy
- Men
- Being out of ice
- Mold
- Societal Collapse
- The horrors
- Playing videogames
- Going out with friends
- Taxidermy and naturalist items
- Collecting old maps, vintage prints, and minerals
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And you're the hero flying around, saving face
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
I'm in the business of losing your interest
And I turn a profit each time that we speak
Don't you know there's a coffin
Buried under the garden?
Was there when we got here
Will be there when we leave
In Arcadia, Arcadia
All roads that lead to you as integral to me as arteries
That get the blood flowing straight to the heart of me
America, I need a miracle
I can't sleep at home tonight, send me a Hilton Hotel
Or a cross on the hill, I'm a lost little girl
Findin' my way to ya
Arcadia
Time's just a useless
Measurement of pain
You can take all the time in the world
Things won't ever be the same
After earning Nora's trust you will find kindness. Nora is deeply devoted to the people she decides she likes, can trust, and help out regardless of their walks of life. Having Nora as a friend is for life, or so she sees it, and she will always have your back whether it's to dish or to fight.
Music is the main trigger for Nora's sentimentality. She loves reliving the past through the music she listens to and often is incredibly introspective on her life. She holds onto things that would surprise others. Nora loves to talk about the centuries she's lived through, however, doesn't like to linger on how she was turned into a Vampire.
- Has a scar on the left side of their lower lip.
- Cannot see very well.
- Could probably live off of stew with a hunk of bread.
