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Mayzecaite (for Majestic’s Kingdom of the Forsaken - IMVU)

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TrickElements' Closet

Drew these outfits on a mannequin base by Starbrew over on kofi. It was fun creating a little peek into my character’s closet. Maybe look out for these in the future.

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My siren Minerva.

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Mayzecaite Delacroix (SecondLife)

Working on bringing Mayzecaite Delacroix into SecondLife.

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Oh how I love fauns (and those sexy satyr)! My faun in IMVU.

In IMVU @ forest of tranquility Elven Camp

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Mayzecaite lifted her chin, giving a curt nod to Windslagon as she formerly acknowledged him. "Well met," was all she said as she peered at him through narrowing eyes. There were so many thoughts dancing about her head, but she did not share them and kept them closely guarded. Soon. Yes, soon. She returned her full attention to her sister. "You are too kind, dear sister of mine," she said as she rose from her chair and reached to take Vampress' hand so she could hold it briefly within her own. "I do remember my chambers quite well". Her eyes glistened as she leaned toward Vampress, whispering, "I think I shall find Tomasin to escort me." She winked, long, dark lashes brushing her cheek as she straightened. "And I cannot wait to chat with your mate." This last was said so she could be overheard by anyone willing to listen. She stood tall, and made her way out the throne room, searching for the deliciously handsome guard.

Latest RP @ Majestic’s Kingdom of the Forsaken

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Mayzecaite circled the pool of water, and gave a small nod of acknowledgement to the two supping tea at the nearby table. She recalled then, that there were hushed tones as soon as she stepped foot onto the cobblestone. Whispers followed her everywhere. She hid a small smirk which threatened to play at the corner of her lips. She knew Marcus, her current minion standing just behind her and to her right, smelled of earth, and death, and moss, and rot. The scent had never bothered her. In fact, it was one she could easily put aside, because mastering the undead was a great passion, and Mayze had devoted her entire life to reanimation and control. On any good day, Mayzecaite was cordial, giving respect to another when it was due, and demanding respect from others always. But the astonished faces of the man and his mistress, and the audible sound of the fair-haired woman's scoff and disregard caused the witch to turn about and face her fully. Mayzecaite hurriedly closed the distance between them so that she stood dangerously close to the table, looking down her fine nose to catch and hold the dark gaze of the woman. There was something savage and fierce in the witch's eyes. "The Queen. Tell her I am here and wish to speak with her," she said flatly, her voice not quite matching the fury which flashed in her eyes a moment before. The other woman, once scornful, now looking bewildered and frightened, stood and made her way quickly inside. Mayzecaite could overhear the woman talking with a guard as Mayze swung a curious glance over to the male companion still seated at the table. He hadn't touched his tea in some time.

Latest RP @ Majestic's Kingdom of the Forsaken

[mayzecaite]

The domain name has changed, but this is still a collection of my RP characters and inspiration throughout the years. The domain name was chosen after my newest RP character, Mayzecaite Delacroix. She is a witch who dabbles in raising the dead. Reanimation is her talent, mastering the undead servant, her passion.