||don't fear|| DEX ||the reaper ☠}}

[[Shoe, baby! ♥~];;]

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
..we can be like they are
Come on baby...
don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...
don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...
don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man..

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[oh darling, where did you go? for it would seem that i've lost my way...]:

Hmm? Now, who might you be? Come to challenge my position or harm my Alison, did you? Oh, ahahaha. How charming!
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Oh, do you wish to fight me? Asking for my name at such a time - how indignifying! Now brace yourself, fool, for I'm sure that I cannot lose - my skills are richly refined and give quite the eloquont display, if you would be so unkind as to wish to see me practice them.
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Frightened you, didn't I? Well, that was my intent, love.
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Oh! I see now. You wish to know my name? That being all? Why didn't you state that before, doll?
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I was acting odd? How rude of you to say! I simply must defend my position at all costs, I'll have you know! It pays to be wary in times such as these.

Ooh, look at that. Tut tut! I've wasted much time, haven't I? I apologize most profoundly, you must know. I despise small-talk such as this, and now can only say that my name is Daryan Anselm, though you, fair companion, may call me Dexter Consolver. Simply for business purposes, I'll have you know. A person in my position cannot go about revealing his true name - not with that nasty Kira business still looming over one's head, eh wot?

[but, honestly, darling, I should go by..]:

Oh, ahahaha! Yes, I do know how awful 'Dexter' might sound - like some nerdy teenage brat running amok around decent people. Everyone I've ever known tends to call me 'Dex' - which is considerably more frightening, wouldn't you say? Ali never quite approved, I believe, calling me "Dumbo Dex" of all things! As well as other things starting with a "D" that were... many times more rude. It is my dearest hope that my Lady Alison will hear one syllable of my enlightened speech once more and fall head over heels in love with me... and stop calling me mea-- erm, ahem, dishonorable names.

[not so long]:

You know, I honestly do not know how to answer this question. You see... I, ahah ... have.. died already.

I suppose the technical term for my kind is "Half-Breed."

Yes, I am indeed... one of them. I died when I was twenty-four years old, and my body has remained intact from that time. Now, do not become frightened of me! Rising from the dead is best reserved for chilling novels, if I do say so myself. I do not believe it has made an impact on me... really. Well, perhaps a few things... that I'll elaborate on later. Aha.
Anyway, I suppose it's been about.. two years ... since then. You may give or take a few months or so, I do not believe that I am being very precise. Hmm! I suppose that makes me twenty-six. - how old I am getting!

[take a look, darling]:

Hmm! You're confused, doll? About my... gender?! Oh, how appalling! How simply unobservant! How dreadly uncommon! I am well aware that my ponytail is long and that I'm reasonably handsome, but not so much that I could ever possibly look like a lady! I am most certainly a gentleman, thankyou very much. Though Lady Alison would always laugh when someone mistook my gender...

[take it with pride]:

Oh, ahahaha~! Ethnicity! How charming! Normally no one's interested in such a thing~ What a delightful question. My mother was Dutch, you know, Holland and such... the Netherlands? How many names it goes by~ My father was German, but his family moved to Holland after... World War two, actually. You see, I'm Jewish... and... Germant habours... unfortunate memories.
And by unfortunate I mean horrible, gut-wrenching, and utterly despicable. People denying that it happened - pah! They... can never understand. I do not, either - but my grandfather used to tell me stories. Dreadful stories..

[sometimes i wish i was there]:

I was actually born in Rotterdam, the Netherlands. If you don't quite know where that is, I'll elaborate most graciously. I do think it is quite the divine place! One may call it the largest port city in all of Holland, mmhm! It held quite the drama; but my parents were... well-known there, and fled to the United States shortly after my birth. Though what I would not give for one more day there! Perhaps my Lady Alison would
one day oblidge to relocating ourselves there... oh, it would make me so delighted.

[listen]:

If you were too ignorant to notice before, I am quite literate in a variety of languages - including Dutch, French, and my flawless sense of gentleman's English! Stress the latter, my good companion, for I have worked tirelessly on perfecting my execution of said language for my Lady Alison's sake (before it had been quite crude, containing words such as "wanna," "don't," "girl," and other such odd, jarring words). I do hope it has become more endearing - more gentlemanly; I do recall her stating that this sort of talk was the manner of conversing that she enjoyed most. Or had it been another? I certainly hope not....

[oh, it really doesn't matter...]:

Oh! How odd! You wish to know my birthdate, of all things? That is quite baffling, if I do say so myself. Let's be honest with one another - it is not exactly like such information could possibly benefit anyone, now could it, wot? Hmmmf. In any case (not that I, again, see a point in this at all), I was born on September eighth, in the year nineteen-eighty-seven.

[falling down, falling hard]:

Oh! Of course I shall answer this question with no hesitation whatsoever! I am a strict heterosexual, and purely, eternally, and only devoted to my beautiful, lovely, infatuous, adorable, sweet, kind, unfathomable, canny, merciful, and divine Lady Alison~! She is my one, my only, and my true obsession. All that I do is done in her name, and for her sake. Some call me a dog, some doubt my ability to think for myself, and I can only tut! - in response. Clearly they have never met my devotion before, for if they had, they would be simply entranced by her as well. Oh, my Alison~ How I adore you~ ♥

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However...
I am not unmoving. I understand that people may change, and that my love is never felt equally. This does not bother me harshly, for if my Alison is content, even without me, I am willing to reliquish her. I am more than willing to do anything for her happiness - not that I have not proven this before in a variety of ways (I'll elaborate later). That said, if my Alison's love lies with another, I will be more than willing to find another, to part ways. I am loyal, this much I know, but not to the point that I cannot move on.
They say that it is the ultimate test of love if one can let go of their beloved for either's sake. I hold this truth in the highest regard.

[chains of love & loose bonds]:

[/i] - Twenty-Four;; Oh! My darling Lady Alison! She is my everything, weren't you aware? I simply adore this woman~ I do not think that there are words to explain my loyalty toward her - I did die for you, you know! Though I'll explain that in greater detail in the near future, my most adored of companions. People say that she is quite the sadist, and is a cruel person - but I cannot leave myself to believe such teason toward my fair Lady Alison. Deep down, I do trust that she is the most kind and gracious of human beings. I should know - I have lived with her for quite some time. Even though she calls me... Dumbo (Dimwit/Douchebag/Dumbfuck) Dex, I do believe that she... must... shed some type of... mere aquantinceship with me.
I've been dead for quite a time, however. I do hope she hasn't forgotten me....

Eileen Francis - Mother - Deceased;; Ahh~ How fond my memories are of her! They say that even criminals love their mothers, and I suppose I'm a living example, ahahaha~ Though, I do not suppose that it wasn't because she, herself, was a criminal that I turned to such a life. Do what you know, and all that, ahaha~ She was... killed by Kira, actually. Suffered a heart attack... and all of that... aha... yes. It was... most unfortunate... she and Father died at around the same time, actually. Yes. Quite.

Caleb Anselm - Father - Deceased;; My father - or, if you happen to be racist, "fasha." Hm. How low of a joke, I dare say. Besides this, what can I say of my father...? He is just as dead as Mother is, and for the same length of time. I cannot say that I fancied him more than Mother, but he did have his fine points as well. He only cared for us - his children, I mean. Nothing else mattered much.

Oliver Anselm - Brother - Thirty-Four;; Oh? Do you reconize that name? I should that that you should! He is the leader of Organization Skyder, in any case - an esteemed business man, family man, and generally a good influence... besides the entire criminal case. That's stictly for business though - he is quite the kind man, and raised me once Mother and Father died. You can't judge a man by his profession, you must know. I have met assasains with a higher set of morals that some white-collar workers - quite a number, actually.

Every Single One of my Dogs;; I raise canines - what else could I say? I adore dogs almost as much as I adore Lady Alison (well, not quite, but you understand). I breed them, temper them, and provide a loving household for all breeds... besides German Shepards. Nasty beasts.
I'm especially fond of Dutch Shepards, however, Dutch Stabyhouns, Greyhounds and Dobermans.[/ul][/blockquote]

[purpose - it's that little thing..]:

Hm, well, this much I'm sure of. I'm number three in the ranks of Skyder, since I have been in the organization since day one, and my brother is the founder. At the moment, I am also the heir (unless Oli-Bally has any children before he dies, and I do hope he does. Children are simply adorable~) of said organization. I also live to wait my Lady Alison hand and foot - but my secret ambition is to leave the United States forever one day. I technically still have citizenship in Holland, and I have been simply dying to go back. I'm quite set on setting some money aside, proposing to my dear Lady Alison, and, willing that she accepts, move away from Skyder, Oliver, and America in general to start a family of my own. One that will be peaceful - away from strife and drama.
However, there is no perfect world, and certainly not any room for my childish fantasies when there are real children dreaming still. So I will be content with my second chance as long as it lasts... and correct mistakes... and perhaps be happier for it. That is my true ambition.
To be... happy.

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