Most recent picture of her taken at a halloween party she was invited to. Picture on right is what she looks like without the makeup
Name
Talula Madison
Age
22
Hieght
5ft 4inches
Wieght
130 pounds soak and wet
Cup size
38D
Hair
Black (if it wasn't already obvious), only on the top of her head and eyebrows.. other than that she's hairless. (no really she is)
Usual Attire
Black pants, spaghetti strap black snug fitting shirt that gives cleavage to see for all that may look, black tennis shoes. (subject to change)
Mental State
Currently stable.. lets hope it stays that way
Seems to be fasinated with reflections as can probably be told by her picture.. possible hidden ability to control what people see.
Scars/tattoos/piercings
Scars: None
Tattoos: Stick figure with a halo on the back of her right shoulder. Stick figure with devil horns on back of left shoulder. Bird tattooed on the front side on each of her shoulders.
Piercings: Currently has ears, labret (lower lip), hoops through nipples and left nostril.
Eaten by...
Silrath - This sexy naga caught Talula asleep in the woods and ravaged her good. Hell of a way to get your cherry popped.. XD
Diary
I had this dream where I woke up to a grand commotion.
And uhm... I just jumped from the blankets and whipped the door from its lock, and rush blindly into the blackness of the hallway.
But there, on all sides lying next to each otherere rows and rows of executioners...
Some were shirtless and.. and throbbing with anticipation.
Sweat delicatley sneaking through their body hair. All were hooded. Some like seventeenth century guillotine henchemen
Others had crudely made hoods like scarecrows or ripped ski masks with slobber from their clenching jaws and some had burlap masks that looked like they were made of human skin.
Each one held a weapon. Large mallets, crudely fashioned axes
And large clubs... Pipes
But I wasn't compelled to retreat. No. I was forced to move between them. Past their swinging weapons
The clubs, the bats, the slicing tools, the shovels, the large and small axes, boards with nails, staples and razorblades embedded in them.
Taking the beating, falling down, getting up, again and again and again and again.. Driven to make it out...
At any cost.
And next, I stumbled into a... this strange marshy world
Where I was oddly drowning in squirrels and other large, starving rodents. From above, out on the treetops, several dolls fell from the branches and they were hanging with nooses made of human hair they started biting and sucking and trying to feed from me...
Trying to enter my belly and some pushed large needles into my veins and... And as I looked back, some had nails through their hands, torsos and throats.
I was froze. Dead eyes... Carbonized... As I kicked them away
I could see all around me... Of piles and piles of dead sea life.
Large fish, smelly crustaceans,
And their soulless empty bodies whispered
A secret language I couldn't decipher but somehow understood.
And their cries were "Feed me... feed me..."
They wanted me to devour those around them, chew them up into pieces and smear them inside their mouths. And as I turned around I could see the shape of a woman. Perfect... Perfectly erotic, squatting over a pile of these dead things...
And as I ran to her and said "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
And she had no face
And she turned to glass
And suddently cracked
And then exploded into 1000 pieces at my feet.
And just as I took a quick breath, this world was shoved and desimated but an intruding tidal wave of microorganisms, exploding atoms... And suddenly moon rose... Frightened, aching, and alone... And that's what I remember most... The ache I can't escape
And uhm... I just jumped from the blankets and whipped the door from its lock, and rush blindly into the blackness of the hallway.
But there, on all sides lying next to each otherere rows and rows of executioners...
Some were shirtless and.. and throbbing with anticipation.
Sweat delicatley sneaking through their body hair. All were hooded. Some like seventeenth century guillotine henchemen
Others had crudely made hoods like scarecrows or ripped ski masks with slobber from their clenching jaws and some had burlap masks that looked like they were made of human skin.
Each one held a weapon. Large mallets, crudely fashioned axes
And large clubs... Pipes
But I wasn't compelled to retreat. No. I was forced to move between them. Past their swinging weapons
The clubs, the bats, the slicing tools, the shovels, the large and small axes, boards with nails, staples and razorblades embedded in them.
Taking the beating, falling down, getting up, again and again and again and again.. Driven to make it out...
At any cost.
And next, I stumbled into a... this strange marshy world
Where I was oddly drowning in squirrels and other large, starving rodents. From above, out on the treetops, several dolls fell from the branches and they were hanging with nooses made of human hair they started biting and sucking and trying to feed from me...
Trying to enter my belly and some pushed large needles into my veins and... And as I looked back, some had nails through their hands, torsos and throats.
I was froze. Dead eyes... Carbonized... As I kicked them away
I could see all around me... Of piles and piles of dead sea life.
Large fish, smelly crustaceans,
And their soulless empty bodies whispered
A secret language I couldn't decipher but somehow understood.
And their cries were "Feed me... feed me..."
They wanted me to devour those around them, chew them up into pieces and smear them inside their mouths. And as I turned around I could see the shape of a woman. Perfect... Perfectly erotic, squatting over a pile of these dead things...
And as I ran to her and said "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
And she had no face
And she turned to glass
And suddently cracked
And then exploded into 1000 pieces at my feet.
And just as I took a quick breath, this world was shoved and desimated but an intruding tidal wave of microorganisms, exploding atoms... And suddenly moon rose... Frightened, aching, and alone... And that's what I remember most... The ache I can't escape