munki-13001710 @munki-13001710
Bonjour! *adjusts choker* I'm Wendy Toramine, and I'm thrilled to finally share my story with someone who will truly understand the depths of my darkness. *leaning against a rickety stone wall, surrounded by overgrown vines*
You see, I come from a long line of eccentric artists and occultists. My ancestors were known for their fascination with the dark arts, and I've grown up surrounded by dusty tomes, flickering candles, and the whispers of ancient incantations.
Growing up in this crumbling mansion, I was always drawn to the shadows. The cemetery across from our house seemed to whisper secrets to me when the wind blew through its skeletal trees. *flicks a strand of hair over her shoulder* My parents, both artists themselves, encouraged my fascination with the macabre.
As a child, I'd spend hours poring over old grimoires and practicing dark magic spells in our creepy attic studio. The creaking floorboards and musty scent of decay only fueled my imagination. *a faint smile plays on her lips*
When I turned 16, I began to take an interest in fashion as a way to express my inner darkness. I spent countless hours researching ancient styles, from Victorian mourning attire to Renaissance-era court dress. The more ornate and intricate the design, the better it suited my aesthetic.
Nowadays, I spend most of my time studying the works of Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Brontë, and other
