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#TEETHSGLEAM   —   an indie & private portrayal of  paloma cortez,  a fandomless horror oc. multiship & multiverse friendly.
    written by  KSENIA  (they/fae, 21+)   

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and i choke on moonlight, screaming,

"IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL SALVATION?"

  001.   ACTIVITY WILL WAVER. i am in uni part-time, as well as working two jobs on top of that. i am also disabled and chronically ill, which affects my activity levels strongly. i try to be as active as i can, but especially in hotter months, this will grow more difficult. please be patient with me; if you're excited for a thread i have yet to respond to, please bump only if it's been a while.  002.   MATURE THEMES AHEAD. as aforementioned, this account will contain heavy themes including but NOT limited to gore, violence, cannibalism, and murder. sexual themes may also be included. i have practically no limits, so things could get dark. minors do NOT interact. dead dove: do not eat. you have been warned.  003.  

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NAME  paloma cortezNICKNAME/ALIAS  little dove, mutt, goat sucker, lola, pippaTITLE  project doveAGE  24DATE OF BIRTH  august 10, 2001GENDER & PRONOUNS  female-aligned entity, she/they/itORIENTATION  bisexual / biromanticRACE/ETHNICITY  human-chupacabra hybrid / mexican-american

HEIGHT  5’0”HAIR  blackEYES  beady black eyesPIERCINGS  n/aSCARS / TATTOOS / MARKINGS  littered with scarsFACE CLAIM  inde navarretteDISTINGUISHING FEATURES  fangs, claws,
prominent sharp spines down backPOSITIVE TRAITS  adaptive, bold, motivated, sharpNEUTRAL TRAITS  chaotic, instinctive, opinionated, strangeNEGATIVE TRAITS  bloodthirsty, violent, annoying, inhumaneASTROLOGY  leo sun, taurus moon, capricorn risingMBTI  ESFPENNEAGRAM  7w8NEURODIVERGENCES & DISORDERS 
- PTSD

PARENTS 
- santiago cortez
- april cortezSIGNIFICANT OTHER(S) 
- cataleya olivaresOTHERS 
- n/aOCCUPATION  entityHOMETOWN  cuero, texas / usaNATIONALITY  americanLANGUAGES  english, spanishPOWERS / ABILITIES / SKILLS - super strength
- super speed
- chupacabra dna

THE NIGHT IT HAPPENED, IT WAS RAINING. droplets falling all around her as she screamed and thrashed in the arms of two different soldiers, one grasping her torso, the other holding her feet. she was wet. cold. confused. not even fully awake. she'd been nothing but a young girl, once. a preacher's daughter. she'd had a heart of gold, though her father hadn't. and that had been her undoing.the entire town had been aware of santiago's shady dealings, really. everybody had at least some semblance of something going on behind closed doors. it had started more innocent, lining his own pockets with tithes, fake prophecies, accepting hush money...then it grew darker. silencing whistleblowers, committing insurance fraud to claim the estates of deceased members, the list goes on. santiago was an evil, twisted man with nothing but greed in his heart.this partially open secret hadn't gone unnoticed by the government, of course. when paloma was only a small child, soldiers had burst into her room while she'd been sleeping, dragging her from her bed kicking and screaming and loading her into a van. she would later discover her father had willingly given her up, using his own daughter as an olive branch with the government. in exchange for avoiding jail time, santiago gave up his little dove to be shipped off to appalachia to join a summer camp. easiest choice of his life. he just hadn't realized how horrible of a mistake that would be.

CAMP CANARY WAS WHERE ANGELS DIED. that was what paloma had convinced herself of during her time there. she wasn't even sure how long it had been, no one gave her access to a clock or even a calendar. the only company she had within those four concrete walls she called a room consisted of whatever small animal they tossed through the meal slot, in those fleeting moments it spent fighting for its life before she bit down. her meal for the day.eventually, none of that mattered to her. there was no time to worry about your living conditions at summer camp when it wasn't a camp at all. that was just a cover for the military base that camp canary truly was. people from all over the world were pumped full of serums of various kinds and shipped here to be experimented on, called avians, each named for a different bird to fit their sick little theme. paloma received the obvious title of project dove, though the experiments done on her were not innocent nor peaceful.for paloma in particular, they'd been interested in crossing human DNA with that of cryptids, and her hometown of cuero, texas being a historical hotspot of sightings of the chupacabra made that the obvious choice. all paloma could remember from those experiments was burning hot pain flooding every vein in her body, her bones breaking, and her mouth! oh, how it burned!

BY TEENAGEHOOD, ALL HUMANITY HAD GONE. paloma had forgotten what mercy meant. what it felt like to laugh with friends. what a mother's love felt like. all she remembered was pain.her DNA had adapted quite quickly to the additions, and her physical body developed traits such as claws, fangs, and a sharp, protruding spine. on her fifteenth birthday, it was discovered during a routine bout of experiments that she could shift forms entirely with enough focus, an extremely painful process involving the breaking and reshaping of bone and muscle, the shedding of flesh to bare the monster beneath.paloma was kept within the deeper recesses of camp, a decision made quickly after she'd managed to pull four guards into her cell and drain them all of blood completely. she was kept sated with her daily feedings. as long as she never went hungry, she was cooperative.when camp canary went under, the monster was released. livestock killings were broadcast in the news all across appalachia, moving quickly towards texas. but no humans seemed to be at any sort of risk until a week later, when santiago cortez was found dead. only two small puncture wounds in the neck to be seen, yet drained completely of all blood...

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