Playing Age: 20 to 30 years
Height: 175cm
Weight: 60kg
Eyes: blue
Hair: blond, curly
Residence: Berlin
Languages: german (mother tongue), english (fluent), french (beginner)
Instruments: piano with vocals, guitarre (beginner)
"The Hunted" - TSO Entertainment
A snarl tore from her lips as she lunged, hunger drowned by pure, unchained fury. Her victim barely gasped before she struck—claws sinking deep, bones cracking beneath her grip.
Blood sprayed, warm and thick, feeding the fire in her veins. She ripped, she devoured, lost in the storm of rage. And when the body beneath her fell still, only silence remained—except for her ragged breath and the taste of death on her tongue.
"Das Wasser kocht über" - Aryas Roohi
She yearned for the gentle ease of a slow dance, but he was moving to a different rhythm, one that left her breathless and anxious.
Could she trust him to slow down, to let her catch up? Or was she just a momentary fascination, a fleeting passion that would soon burn out?
Her heart ached with the fear of being overwhelmed, of losing herself in the whirlwind of emotions. She longed for a pause, a moment to breathe, to find her own pace again.
"Luft Zum Atmen" - Leandro Matthiessen
Slow and quiet, unraveling thread by thread until nothing was left. She had tried to hold on, but the feeling had slipped through her fingers, no matter how tightly she held on.
She had seen it in their eyes when she told them - the way something inside them shattered. A love once so completely, so fearlessly, and she had let them down.
She can still hear the promises she had made and couldn’t keep, still feel the pain she had caused.
How can love just fade away, she wondered? All she found was silence. And in that silence, the weight of everything she had lost.
"Das weiß Ich" - Simon Jordan
She held her ground, but her brother’s words lingered, a splinter beneath her skin.
She wanted to believe in the love she clung to, but deep down, it felt like holding onto smoke—intangible, slipping through her fingers.
Doubt coiled in her chest, heavy and cold, whispering truths she wasn’t ready to face. She thought of his promises, fragile as glass, shattering the moment they were tested.
What if love is supposed to hurt like this? She wrapped herself in the illusion of hope, defending him not because she believed it, but because letting go felt like stepping into an abyss.
"Reciprocity" - Leon Tanzer & Balcoc Max Dinh
She moved slowly, each step swallowed by the thick, suffocating quiet. The air felt wrong, heavy, as if it carried something unseen.
Shadows seemed to shift, stretching and curling like they were alive. Her breath caught in her throat as doubt clawed its way into her soul. Every sound, every flicker of movement felt like a betrayal of her senses.
The silence wasn’t empty—it pulsed, heavy and alive, making her question if the danger was out there or buried deep within her own mind.
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