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AKA BAR BAR | AGE FIFTEEN | INFECTED REG LA DIABLE
A side note! I am open to any and all types of situations, blood and gore be damned! *Shakes fist*
Whatever you can come up with, we'll go there together.
AND ENEMIES ARE INEVITABLE
BUT YOU GOTTA HAVE FRIENDS
THESE DAYS WE GO TO WASTE LIKE WINE, THAT'S TURNED TO TURPENTINE. IT'S SIX AM AND I'M ALL MESSED UP.
Of course Inka needs friends. She has that amazingly sweet side to her, just overlook the twitch and
bitch side and you'll be just fine. Inka has what some like to call a "split personality". One moment, perfectly
happy and cuddly and sweet... the next? Rip your head off and eat what comes out. Seriously, she has
rabies bad. Of course, she used to corner her own mother with a kitchen knife to get what she wanted,
but that doesn't mean she'll do that to you. Then again... it could be worse. Either way, she gets lonely
and needs a hand to hold sometimes, someone to wrap an arm around her and tell her it'll all be okay.
Isn't that what bff's are for? Oh... that rumor about her snapping a friends leg? Just a rumor... right?
SO I'LL FALL BACK IN LINE, BUT I'M WARNING YOU WE'RE GROWING UP.
Enemies... now that is what puts the extra curl in her sickeningly sweet smile. When you get that extra
curl, and that twinkle in her twitchy eyes? You had better consider moving out of the country, the next
thing you know... your loved ones just might get eaten. She belongs to Virginia Bray, her loving albeit
sordid older sister figure. Although Inka is so tiny, bordering on 4'11" tall, she has quite the mouth to make
it seem she's well over six feet. She isn't above running to her pack leader, Albert Herve, to whine about
someone "hurting" her feelings. So when I say you'd better run... you ought to do that ten minutes ago.
Don't get her wrong, sometimes she reeeeally loves a fight. What can you expect when she's growing
up with Virginia, Elena and Albert for mentors?
ALTHOUGH YOU'RE LUCKY TO FIND LOVEPLOT WANTED PAGE BY MER OF RPG-D
I HEARD YOU FOUND SOME PRETTY WORDS TO SAY. YOU FOUND YOUR LITTLE GAME TO PLAY.
Inka is sick. And by sick, I mean to say she has no qualms with trying to get into the beds of older men.
S'all I'm saying. It's speculation on whether or not she's still a virgin. She's quite the addled flirt, has a morbid
fascination with boys who are terrified of her kind and isn't above using her tiny stature and doll-like appearances
to fool the gents. To put it bluntly, she'll manipulate you into thinking you want her. And then? She'll probably tell
Albert that you came on to her and tried to get into her ruffled panties. Tears. And. All. Although... that sweet
side that is getting more and more rare? It needs a good dose of love, it's just... getting past the scary parts.
Good luck, mate.
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LYRICS BY BRANDI CARLILE.