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  • Julie Savage

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    CHARACTER PROFILE

    • GENDER
      Female
    • PLAY-BY
      Lucy Lawless
    • SEXUAL ORIENTATION
      not applicable
    • RACE
      Empowered Human
    • JOB
      Mail Courier and Relationship Advice Columnist
    • LOCATION
      New York, New York; Formerly Etna, California
    • FACTION
      Factionless

    Profile Fields

    • Primary
      Erika Wolff
    • All My Characters
      Erika Wolff
      Julie Savage
    • Role Play Sample
      How did this happen? The question turned over in her head as she lifted one hand, lightly wiggling the fingers. Answers to that question were fairly simple and easy. Maybe it was a slip, a slight wavering of attention. Maybe she was that damn lucky? Maybe it was something else. Either way she looked at it though, the Main was hers now.

      Still fascinated with herself, she lightly grabbed her bare crotch and looked at the calendar across the room, barely able to see anything save the ‘10’ at the end of the year. There were post-its of various colors sticking to it and the days themselves had something scribbled nearly in every single box. The faint humming from the fridge drew her attention and stalking over to it, she pulled it open, sniffing lightly. There was only lettuce, water and butter in there. Brows furrowing, she tried to understand just what the butter was there for. Shaking her head, she leaned down and saw a Styrofoam container which smelled divine. It even looked good; whatever the food inside was.

      Not having much in the form of manners, the brunette started eating straight from the container with the fridge sitting wide open. Almost choking a little as she slurped down the noodles and beef dish, she continued plowing through the food and dropped the empty container on the floor. The back of the refrigerator produced a five pound pack of ground beef with a yellow post-it attached. Salivating already, she tore through the package with her teeth and proceeded to down most of the raw, bloody meat. Her fingers crushed some of the stuff into small balls before forcing them down. It felt so good…Her eyes were glowing faintly as she ate, though the meat at that point had very few living cells left. Finishing over half of it before she stopped, she then placed the damaged package back in the fridge and looked at the note. It read: ‘Get ingredients for cook-out with this! Don’t forget!’ Licking her bloodstained fingers, her mouth liberally covered…she shrugged a little.

      Slamming the fridge shut, she snorted and stuck the post-it to the cool surface. “Damn! Julie must have a horrible memory....” She grunted. Which reminded her of where she was.

      And what of Herself? The actual owner of the body… “Screw her…” She grumbled. Sitting up a little and walking across the paper strewn floor, she looked at herself in the mirror. “We don’t understand us.” Her right hand lightly traced the line of cheekbone, down to her jaw and she tsked.

      “A shame, we have a good body.” Hearing a faint scraping outside she walked over to the window and threw open the curtains, allowing the sun in. Not wearing a scrap of clothing but not caring, she rested both arms on the windowsill and looked down. He was there again. The same angry, evil looking man. She had seen him just the other day as she tried to descend her stairway. He stood just outside the door or outside the building, his mouth lined with very jagged teeth. He rested his bodyweight against a shovel. His mouth turned up into a grin at the corners and he had the audacity to wave at her.

      “I know what you want, Digger Man.” The brunette snarled aloud. “Old Jules is too afraid to come after you. I will come after you, Digger Man!” She pressed her face to the glass. “I will get you and kill you and EAT YOU!” Spittle flew from her lips and splashed against the window. Spinning away from the window, she was unable to see the frightened couple down there with two children. They weren’t sure what was said in full, but the light in that woman’s eyes alone scared them.

      “Come along, you two.” The mother said, her voice wobbly. She had covered her daughter and son’s eyes a bit too late. The couple herded their children away from the crazy naked lady screaming at the window with what looked like blood around her mouth.

      The brunette was lucky that her neighbors were so lenient. Contrary to whatever it was that Deablo believed, the two of them had caused quite a lot of chaos and pain in the last few years. Right now, the psychopathic alter was looking through the medicine cabinet and almost tearing the bathroom apart. “That BITCH got rid of my dyes!” Her shout was far too loud this time and she heard mild banging on the wall next to her. “Shut up, WORM!” Gritting her teeth and growling at the wall next to her, the brunette got an idea. Deablo actually walked to the wall and started barking and growling at it. She punched it a few times for good measure, cracking the surface slightly.

      “Has we taken our meds today? I don’t know…” Combing through the cabinet again, Deablo located the discarded bottle and looked at it. “Julie, did we take our meds?” Nearly bloodshot eyes stared in the mirror and Deablo watched as the eyes fully changed color to a luminous green. “Answer me Julie!” She hissed lightly and despite her anger set the bottle back in the medicine cabinet. The bathroom overall was trashed, with the wastebasket turned over, its contents spread out across the floor. The shower curtain was ripped off some of its rings. Various bottles of analgesic creams and Band-Aid boxes littered the floor as well. Even the toilet tissue was still turning a little on its roller, spilling its contents next to the toilet.

      Grumbling under her breath, Deablo stomped back to bedroom and threw herself down on the bed, not bothering to pull the sheets up. “Kill you later, Julie.” She grunted before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
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