Ariana Benson - Prophet - Supernatural

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
of him that hears it, never in the
tongue of him that makes it.


ARIANA JANE BENSON

When you shall these unlucky deeds relate
speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

The mastermind behind this character is Kaylee.
I have been pulling the strings for Sixteen years and taking
part in shows for five years.

Other characters??: None

Codeword: ADMIN APPROVED!

Contact details: PM

A walking shadow, a poor player,
that struts & frets his hour upon the stage

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All that glisters is not gold,
Often have you heard that told.

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[/b][/color]. Ariana made the cross on herself and stood up. It was just another usual day of praying to God that he would take away her visions and end her pain. She glared at the cross on her wall, standing up. She stared at it for another second before turning and walking out of her bedroom.

Life was good, working self-employed. She was making just enough money out of her 'vision-paintings' as she called them, and could stay home all day. She passed walls filled with her vision-paintings, trying to ignore them. She hadn't sold any paintings lately. Not because nobody would take them, because she hadn't gotten to it yet. She shook her head, pouring herself some Lucky Charms. After pouring in milk and spilling most of it on the counter, she sat at the dining table.
Life was horrible, actually. Staying at home, becoming a hermit because of the visions. Things weren't exactly paradise for Ariana. She munched on her cereal, turning on the TV to the news. Thanks, Karen. The latest is another animal attack. It seems yet, another Mountain Lion. Ariana chuckled, shaking her head and looking down at her cereal. Mountain Lion my ass.

Of course it wasn't a Mountain Lion. It was a bloodsucker. Probably. If her painting's had said right. She used to be able to remember the visions clear as day. But now that she drank, the visions sunk right into the blur of the night before. She couldn't remember them anymore, she had to rely on the paintings to help her know what happened. It's not like she cared anyways. She could have a vision of her sleeping with a werewolf, and she wouldn't care. Until it happened, anyways.[/ul][/blockquote]

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