Gabrielle Daraphim

Known as The Smothered Phoenix. A legend long lost in time that may rise once again and burn with its carrion flame.


A beauty unparaleled by any wonder within life, or death. Her skin, as pale as bone. Velvety black hair hangs like strands of pure darkness from her head. Her lips dyed red with the blood of her many, many victims. Her eyes burn with an intence fire that seems to warm the soul with a courios mixture of a Sadistic Soullessness and a Pasionet Elegance. A long scar stretches from the botom of left cheak, over her right eye, and to her right temple, somehow adding to her elequence.


“If the storys have died, then that’s your problem now, isn’t it?”

Gabrielle Daraphim

Sanguine Lament JackXIII