<div align="center"><strong>Miranda Snow</strong></div><br/><div align="center">(http://static.182.121.4.46.clients.your-server.de/orig/201105/10/black-hair-emo-emo-girl-girl-izzi-murder-long-hair-Favim.com-40207.jpg)<br/></div><br/>Miranda awoke with a dull groan as her alarm boomed throughout her bedroom, groggily lifting one dull black wing off her face. Feathers began to shed themselves as her wings twitched impotently, weakly flapping in a pathetic display before vanishing from sight. It was very rare for her to get her wings out, although she often cocooned herself within their warm embrace after passing out drunk, and as a result they had begun to atrophy from lack of use. Messy tufts of ebony hair cascaded down her shoulders as she slowly sat up, the room spinning for a moment as she reached up to touch her throbbing forehead, rubbing it gently as a weak, pale light emanated from her fingertips. Her healing powers were just as impotent as her wings, although they were still more than capable of dealing with a hangover.<br/><br/>Crawling out of bed, Miranda slowly walked out of her room into the kitchen, pouring herself a bowl of cereal. After some milk, Kahlua and vodka were thrown in she was finally ready for her first meal of the day. Over the years drinking had become more of a need than a want for her; it filled that deep empty void inside her and made her numb, but also in turn dulled her connection to anything divine. By crawling inside a bottle and becoming so impure she had made it almost impossible for anyone to sense what she truly was.<br/><br/>After breakfast she had a shower and got dressed, the scent of cheap liquor and cigarette smoke nullified by her fragrant shampoo and perfume. It took her over an hour to finally get ready, her attention to detail always poignant. Her flowing black locks were straightened out, all the tangles and knots removed, until her hair cascaded perfectly down her shoulders like a shimmering waterfall of ebony. Her soft skin was pampered luxuriously, first by a series of fragrant soaps in the shower and finally with a wide array of exfoliates, creams and lotion. She used very little make-up, only lightly applying some for a more even skin tone, before applying some eyeliner to accentuate her pale blue eyes. Her eyes had once been the most vibrant, piercing shade of blue although they had dulled along with all other signs of her heritage. Vanity was a weakness of hers, another sign of how far she’d fallen from grace and she spent most of her time every morning trying to look as beautiful as possible, despite her policy of turning away anyone who tried to approach her.<br/><br/>When she was finally finished she left her apartment and jumped in her car outside, driving off hurriedly towards school. She lit up a cigarette on the way, trying not to speed as she realised her morning ritual had once again made her late for class. After finding an empty car park, she hurried up the stairs towards her classroom. Opening the door just in time to hear the teacher shushing a blonde girl in the centre of the room, Miranda smiled politely at the teacher as she turned her attention towards her. She might have just saved that girl from a scolding with her timing. “Late again, Miranda?” the teacher asked as she took a seat in the front of the class, merely offering a shrug in reply. Less people were likely to start a conversation or annoy her at the front.<br/>