Private! No entering in this domain!

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-----✖-----Kaname Jizabel Kururugi



Male



Primal



Vampire



Psychokinesis



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[confident]★[selfish]★[calm]★[conniving]★[protective]★[tease]★[charming]★[lazy]★[nonchalant]★[kind]★[proud]★[self-benefiting]★[acute]

It is a mystery -- even to me-- of what my human past truly holds. Perhaps it was a time when humans were too primitive for me to even remember living at all. Though that would contradict the few mental images I do have. But it is obvious enough that I am from Japan. Or am I? The Japanese have a Chinese heritage and they have been around thousands for years. The only thing that I can say for sure is that I am 'before' Japan. So let us suppose that I am from China. Of what my birthday is I cannot say. However, I do believe it was a time when the winter snows had already blanketed the land. I vaguely remember celebrating; it was such a simple time.

There are… strong memories of the past… such as when I was turned. I am not quite sure how I met him. I just know that it was a very life-changing event. We had become acquainted with one another at some point in my life. Obviously he was no native. Truly strange since at the time I doubted that I was social and I doubted that the natives took kindly to strangers of that time. But he was quite the charmer. I was straight of course; I even had a fiancé (though I retain hardly any memory of her). He was a man very good at getting what he wanted; much like I am now. And at the time, it appeared that what he wanted was me. I was once a foolish human that met with a beautiful conniving vampire in the night, alone. We all made mistakes as humans, mine led to the end of that existence and the beginning of an immortal life, assuming you could call it living.

Now, before I continue I should explain to you about something important. Vampires have a very unique society and it all had to begin somewhere. Well, it began with him. Perhaps he made a deal with the devil or perhaps god created him for a purpose. Either way, he was the first. And his name was and still is, Adam. I highly doubt that he is the same Adam from that strange little story known as Adam and Eve; no, this Adam could not possibly have stemmed from such a place as that. Many of the vampires only know him as the first. Why? Well, because he was the first vampire to have ever existed. Then he made more. Adam only directly made nine vampires himself. I am known as the ninth, or the last. Adam taught us what he deemed we needed to know and what he wanted us to know. Then he simply ceased to exist. That is not the best way to put it considering he is still alive (in a sense), but it gets the point across. Wherever he is, no one knows about it, and many have certainly tried to look for it --whatever 'it' is--.

Given our freedom and our own tasks, we nine separated. Though we had spent many centuries with one another, the very thought of us staying together pained us. I do not know where my brethren had gone but I do know that they plan to fulfill that which Adam wished us to. He left me Lacrymosa in hopes that someday he would see Pandorum once more. And that is my goal. Do note that at the time, it was still in its planning stages. I would require assistance and so I left Lacrymosa, the focal point of our dream. Where I went… well, I went everywhere. Every visit was for a purpose.

At some point in time, I found myself alone in the Slavic nation. Of course, that cold desolate land that barely seemed to be worth anything is known as Russia at this point. Or at least it was known by such a name the year I had been imprisoned. I'm not sure what I had been hoping to accomplish at the time. It looks as though I had been wandering around aimlessly. My goal had fallen into the depths of my loneliness (which is odd for I had assumed we would not care once we were immortal). Though, I still planned to fulfill my part of this grand scheme, as selfish as I was, my needs and desires always came first.

I found a curious male there. Perhaps he could rid me of my boredom with life. So I interacted with the boy. Yes, he was perhaps twelve? Such interesting qualities he had too. But he was a mere child. All I did was entertain myself with the boy for several years until I was forced to choose between killing him and turning him. I chose the latter. He became a companion for a few years before I let him go on his way. The boy was the one to choose to separate from me; it had nothing to do with abandonment. Besides, it proved he would be little to know use to me. So I continued to wander for many more years until I met a most curious vampire. I was in France at the time. I wanted him to help me. It was obvious enough that he would be of great use to me.

Yet he refused time and time again. Narcisse was his name. So for a time, I let it be. I had other things I must do. I returned to Russia and met with twins. They had been turned and soon abandoned. Perhaps their sire was less than pleased? Yet I saw potential in the young fledglings and offered them a helping hand. What better way to make obedient and useful tools than to raise them yourself? My patience was great enough to attempt the feat. I took them to Lacrymosa and then convinced Narcisse to come along. Now, here's a funny little story about my other two companions. I met Angel after she had been turned for… some time. Apparently she was from the Victorian era. I met her in Italy. What a beautiful country at the time too. As for my other companion… I met him… by pure chance. At first, I thought he would be useless, but he proved me wrong quite thoroughly. I may possibly never judge a book by its cover again.

Of course, we were together for many years, centuries even. Lacrymosa was the base of operations. I do love this manor. It is beautiful and provides for us. Of course, humans were invited to it at all times; it didn't mean they left alive. My plan was close to completion. I had everything I needed. My companions didn't even know I was using them for Pandorum. They didn't need to know. It was likely they would survive… if they were lucky. When preparations were nearly complete, I had sent word to my brethren. They too seemed to have been waiting for the day our dream would be fulfilled. Unfortunately, a human had trespassed upon Lacrymosa. He was a lone human and we thought nothing of him. Not until he caught us off guard at our weakest hour. We were staked and sealed away inside Lacrymosa.

Now, two hundred years later, we have been released. How sad for the humans that were foolish enough to do so. I had wanted so badly to tear out that boy's throat as I drained him of his life's blood. But alas, he had contracted me. Needless to say I was furious about the entire thing; few things made me angry but this certainly did. If it wasn't for that bracelet, he would have died. Now I am stuck protecting the whelp against my own kind! Ah, but for a vampire's services a price must be paid. Mine is his very senses of which he needs to survive. They will be mine and he will be left to die. That is my price and I shall ever enjoy taking from him. I very much love my freedom.

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►:►_______ Dorian••Christian••Darkmoore_______ ◄:◄

► Thε. ßåsïcš. σƒ. Lïƒε ◄

x - -x a.k.a ≠ Dori, Chris, Dark, or any other variation of the name.

x - -x Sphere ≠ Iolite. What a beautiful color indeed.

x - -x Years Passing ≠ Twenty-four years of age.

x - -x Celebration Day ≠ December 17th. He is a winter child. It could explain his cold heart.

x - -x I am Blind much? He's obviously Male.

x - -x Pardon me for being ≠ What does it matter? Nemrah would not let them have any type of relationship. They are hers, remember?

► Iηηεr. Wσrkïηgš ◄

x - -x It's Like This ≠

Ah… one who wishes to no more of the king's past I see. Well, you are in luck; I am in the mood to tell you a story. Please sit down for this may take a while. We have twenty-four years of life to review. But no worries, I will not fill your head with useless information, just some things that may be nice to know about him. Lately people have been seeing nothing but the bad… now it is time you learn about the good, the sad and the bad. So hush now, I do not wish to reiterate this. It is a private mater after all.

Once upon a time… okay, yea… that was a dumb start. I mean really? Once upon a time? This is no fairy tale! And it certainly does not end well… or at least not currently. Okay, so let's start now. I am done rambling, I swear. On a cold and stormy night… well just a cold night. It was snowing lightly when his majesty was born. He was the oldest of course… My sir Dorian could be no other than the first born child to the royal family. It was not said that he would make. The physicians were skeptical since most children of the winter died after a week and they were in the middle of blizzard season. Monsters attacked the castle at this time so it was also likely the poor prince would be murdered. But somehow, he survived the odds. Prince Dorian survived the harsh winters of the mirror lands and the monster attacks on his palace. Once spring came about, the physicians were more than happy that they had been wrong. What if their prince had died? The queen would have been devastated and surely killed herself like the last. The king would be utterly upset and most likely execute them. Lucky for them he survived, no?

You must be thinking that this is a terribly harsh world. You have no idea. This world is so terrible… so dangerous… it is nothing like the Earth you live upon. Oh no… this land is an opposite land. It has nothing but the dead forests and the jagged rocks. How the people find water is beyond me but I suspect that it is scarce. I may not know everything of the land but I do know that if hell truly existed… this place would be ten times worse. How many places have monsters to attack you? How many places have protective metal walls that keep you from leaving for if you do, you will surely be killed. Have you ever felt the never-ending need to fight for survival? In this land… only the strong survive. The weak are left to fend for themselves and become meals for the creatures that share the desolate dead land. You remember this as you cuddle in your warm beds safe in your homes in a world where the most you need to fear is your mistakes.

Well, when spring came, everyone was overjoyed. The father was happy he now had an heir. Well, that was all good for him. Why? Well isn't it obvious? How else do you continue a family legacy? Even if he were gay, he would have to be together with a woman! Anyway, that was not the only reason. You see his majesty Gerard was dying. A sickness had taken him and he was not going to live too much longer. The poor king… he was fated to die before his young baby boy would get the chance to remember his face. Memories tended to fade at such a tender age… but that is for another time. While he was still alive, he would obviously dote over his son. The man was not a cruel and harsh one like most would believe of someone that had survived for so long. In fact, he was merely forty! What a young age! So sad that he had to die, no? But not before something else happened!

Well, before we head to that something else, his mother deserves some serious credit. What do you expect? The woman carried a child inside her for nine months! NINE MONTHS! They deserve respect so you better not say otherwise! Right, well, she was also very happy. Who would not be? Dorian was such a beautiful child. In fact, she was the one to deem him Dorian. She had nursed him herself during the winter to keep him warm and safe. The queen refused to leave her son's side even when she herself had fallen ill to the cold. But her child always came first. The true sacrifice was one given without a price, no? Well, when spring was about she was happy to call him a miracle child… the one meant to rule and possibly bring the people into a happier life. That was her hope for her son. That was her hope for her people.

Now, the brilliant other event that occurred before the king passed away. It had been five years of happy memories for the king and queen. Deep down Prince Dorian had to remember… he just had no way of accessing such memories. Well, they discovered that the queen was pregnant once more. The king obviously still had his night time needs. There was no real surprise there. But a second son could cause a feud between them. At first the king considered an abortion… the queen refused at every turn. In the end, the child was born in the summer. Prince Dorian had a baby brother. Joy to the world! NOT! Can you imagine what trouble something like that could cause? Dorian was so used to being treated as an only child after all! So what did his majesty do? Well, Dorian first decided that his little brother was a toy. Yes, a toy. He tried to play with him but found that the boy was a nuisance. Go smart five year olds! They will rule the world one of these days, mark my words!

The year Dorian turned six and Jezal (his little brother) turned one, their father died. The queen was left all alone with her precious children, the last of her memories of her husband. The years seemed to progress slowly at this point. They were taught what they needed to know about ruling a forsaken kingdom… they survived assassination attempts and they survived the harsh world they lived in. Over time, Dorian became less jealous and more worried over his little brother. He grew to love Jezal very dearly. But that could not easily be said the same for his sweet 'innocent' little brother. No doubt the boy loved his older brother very much. It was simply the methods in which he showed his affections. They were not very… conventional in the least. Of course, the queen knew nothing of this.

Dorian was a very docile creature back then. He hardly put up a fight and was rarely in the mood to argue. He would follow along with what others said easily as well. That was not good, not good at all. Jezal on the other hand was anything but docile. He was reckless like all children. Well, a little bit more than normal to be precise. The child was a menace! Yet he always managed to be rather cute at the same time. Anyway, the child was more like an abusive parent really. He was sadistic and cruel but in a good way. I did not know there was any such thing as a good way though… he showed his brother love by hurting him. Dorian, the pathetic brother that he was at the time… took it all without a word. He loved his little brother and there was nothing he would not do for the boy… especially after the queen passed away as well.

They were so young… the feud began then. One thing led to another and poor Dorian… somehow he had ended up doing the impossible. He had ascended to the throne but at what price? At the young age of twenty, Dorian was coroneted king and on that very same day, he attended his brother's funeral. He was devastated to be the cause of his brother's death. It was an unfortunate event but one that kept him down for only so long. There were ways to raise the dead. He searched for them. He had to seek power for such a thing. I will not go into the details of necromancy and puppeteering and what he had to do to his brother's corpse. This will be as pg-13 rated as I can get it darn you! So just use you imagination and let it run wild for a bit. But don't let it get too far, there is still more to tell and you might want it to help you with the rest. Not that I'm saying you need all of your brain power to comprehend to begin with… Aha hah hah.

Well, the important thing to know is that Jezal was brought back as a doll. The poor sadistic boy was not made from porcelain or anything… he was a human doll made from flesh that would never rot and bones that would never break. Dorian may have… gone over the edge a bit but in a sense, it was pretty normal. Who's to say what is normal in this strange mirror world anyway? I certainly claim no such thing! Good luck with your case elsewhere though. Oh wait… I'm getting side-tracked aren't I? Now where was I…? Oh yes! Now I remember!!! The king Dorian had a favorite pass time. He liked to watch the humans from Earth. He envied them and he wanted so badly to be there instead of the place behind the mirrors. It was a strong desire and that along with his past ordeals served to change him. In three years, he was no longer docile. He was no longer a doormat that anyone could use. He was useful and had a mind of his own!

So did it surprise him when they finally made it to the human world on Earth? Of course not. He and his allies, kings from the other four kingdoms, were all in the same boat now. Obviously you know what happened once they came. They were forced to pledge their allegiance or die. Well, he did so because he had not expected anything to be any worse than death. Oh boy did he find out how wrong he was! The king soon learned to regret such a choice. He no longer truly had a purpose and all it seemed he was doing was murdering the innocents by consuming their life force. My poor King Dorian… How I wish I could help him…

And that concluded his story for now.

x - -x Calibrating Me ≠ How should I explain his personality I wonder… he's… a very quiet boy. Okay, so he isn't really a boy anymore but I feel weird saying man. So yea… boy it is! This strange quiet attitude has actually always been with him. I have no idea why but he never liked to talk much. Books were a real passion for him so yea… it is safe to say that he is a book worm. Come to think of it, he probably misses his library. But that is something entirely irrelevant! I'm sure Earth has some books that would be interesting for him to read. But there are other things besides being a book worm that comes with being quiet. Take loneliness for instance, Yes, he is a very lonely individual. He misses his brother and that should be alright. Just don't go picking on him. Trust me when I say it is not him I'll be worrying about should you try. Dorian is a very cold-hearted person these days. There was a time when he was not but I honestly have no idea how it is even possible for him to change so much in such a little amount of time. How I miss those smiles that were once on his face.

Right, so lets move on to something else besides his icy demeanor. He's sad and regrets many mistakes he has made in his life. Oh, there is no mistake in assuming he is not the emo type. He really isn't. he doesn't sulk around and whine all day like a useless fop! He is so effing productive you would begin to wonder what it was he didn't do to occupy himself. I certainly wondered that after a while… anyway, there are many other traits as well. He's so pessimistic! There is not a single positive thought in his skull anymore! I really miss that brilliant smile he used to always have too. Why?! Why could he not just get over the deaths and misfortune?! On another note, he's extremely blunt, independent and completely disregards his own life! So the last part isn't really something to be enthusiastic about… well… eh. I can't really change him. You can try if you want though. But I really would not recommend it. For someone so anti-social, he can somewhat have a short fuse. It's not too common but he certainly knows how to hold a grudge these days.

Now as a rebellious young soul, Dorian hates to take orders. He just loves to live life the way he likes it and that happens to be with his dolls. What a strange way to live… but then again, his doll is his brother… yea... That is a bit creepy but I have little room to judge. I'm his freaking stalker after all. So I know about everything there is to know about him. There are even a few things he refuses to show. One being how protective he is of his 'friends'. He makes it seem like it was only for self benefit but in truth, he is worried. And he secretly is kind-hearted… it just takes a while to get to that part. Maybe a little too long these days.

x - -x That's Hot ≠

▶Sweets
▶Independence
▶Piano
▶Tea
▶Smoking
▶His Dolls
▶Reading

x - -x That's Not ≠

▶Coffee
▶Nemrah
▶Enslavement
▶Killing the innocent
▶Alcohol
▶Most women
▶Wasting precious time

x - -x Catastrophe ends with ≠ Hmph. Who has time for such a useless emotion? Dorian sure as hell doesn't. XD

► Prεšchσσℓ. Stûƒƒ ◄


x - -x I dance to the beat of my own drum ≠ Karma

x - -x My personal motto ≠ "Dream as you wish, little bird, for you shall never fly."

x - -x Additional information ≠ The 'powers' he has been graced with are Pyrokinesis, Puppeteering, and slight mind reading.

x - -x My signature is typically signed in ≠ light sky blue

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Ah… one who wishes to no more of the king's past I see. Well, you are in luck; I am in the mood to tell you a story. Please sit down for this may take a while. We have twenty-four years of life to review. But no worries, I will not fill your head with useless information, just some things that may be nice to know about him. Lately people have been seeing nothing but the bad… now it is time you learn about the good, the sad and the bad. So hush now, I do not wish to reiterate this. It is a private mater after all.

Once upon a time… okay, yea… that was a dumb start. I mean really? Once upon a time? This is no fairy tale! And it certainly does not end well… or at least not currently. Okay, so let's start now. I am done rambling, I swear. On a cold and stormy night… well just a cold night. It was snowing lightly when his majesty was born. He was the oldest of course… My sir Dorian could be no other than the first born child to the royal family. It was not said that he would make. The physicians were skeptical since most children of the winter died after a week and they were in the middle of blizzard season. Monsters attacked the castle at this time so it was also likely the poor prince would be murdered. But somehow, he survived the odds. Prince Dorian survived the harsh winters of the mirror lands and the monster attacks on his palace. Once spring came about, the physicians were more than happy that they had been wrong. What if their prince had died? The queen would have been devastated and surely killed herself like the last. The king would be utterly upset and most likely execute them. Lucky for them he survived, no?

You must be thinking that this is a terribly harsh world. You have no idea. This world is so terrible… so dangerous… it is nothing like the Earth you live upon. Oh no… this land is an opposite land. It has nothing but the dead forests and the jagged rocks. How the people find water is beyond me but I suspect that it is scarce. I may not know everything of the land but I do know that if hell truly existed… this place would be ten times worse. How many places have monsters to attack you? How many places have protective metal walls that keep you from leaving for if you do, you will surely be killed. Have you ever felt the never-ending need to fight for survival? In this land… only the strong survive. The weak are left to fend for themselves and become meals for the creatures that share the desolate dead land. You remember this as you cuddle in your warm beds safe in your homes in a world where the most you need to fear is your mistakes.

Well, when spring came, everyone was overjoyed. The father was happy he now had an heir. Well, that was all good for him. Why? Well isn't it obvious? How else do you continue a family legacy? Even if he were gay, he would have to be together with a woman! Anyway, that was not the only reason. You see his majesty Gerard was dying. A sickness had taken him and he was not going to live too much longer. The poor king… he was fated to die before his young baby boy would get the chance to remember his face. Memories tended to fade at such a tender age… but that is for another time. While he was still alive, he would obviously dote over his son. The man was not a cruel and harsh one like most would believe of someone that had survived for so long. In fact, he was merely forty! What a young age! So sad that he had to die, no? But not before something else happened!

Well, before we head to that something else, his mother deserves some serious credit. What do you expect? The woman carried a child inside her for nine months! NINE MONTHS! They deserve respect so you better not say otherwise! Right, well, she was also very happy. Who would not be? Dorian was such a beautiful child. In fact, she was the one to deem him Dorian. She had nursed him herself during the winter to keep him warm and safe. The queen refused to leave her son's side even when she herself had fallen ill to the cold. But her child always came first. The true sacrifice was one given without a price, no? Well, when spring was about she was happy to call him a miracle child… the one meant to rule and possibly bring the people into a happier life. That was her hope for her son. That was her hope for her people.

Now, the brilliant other event that occurred before the king passed away. It had been five years of happy memories for the king and queen. Deep down Prince Dorian had to remember… he just had no way of accessing such memories. Well, they discovered that the queen was pregnant once more. The king obviously still had his night time needs. There was no real surprise there. But a second son could cause a feud between them. At first the king considered an abortion… the queen refused at every turn. In the end, the child was born in the summer. Prince Dorian had a baby brother. Joy to the world! NOT! Can you imagine what trouble something like that could cause? Dorian was so used to being treated as an only child after all! So what did his majesty do? Well, Dorian first decided that his little brother was a toy. Yes, a toy. He tried to play with him but found that the boy was a naissance. Go smart five year olds! They will rule the world one of these days, mark my words!

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xxxxxx• Wrathx
xxx⇘⇘ Blind, stupid, or both are you? Do I look female to you?
xxx⇘⇘ I am currently inhabiting the body of a 21 year old.
xxx⇘⇘ Why the would I care? Men and women are all the same. They are merely bags of flesh, blood and bones.
xxx⇘⇘ xX Toxiic_B U N N Y Xx

↪Xephes Break Rainsworth↩

i x c a n x c o u n t

Don't you listen? My host is 21 years of age.

f l o w i n g x t h r o u g hx m y x v e i n s

I believe he is AB +

t i p p i n g x t h ex s c a l e s

It would be dreadful if he was heavier than 142 pounds. Just horrible!

s t a n d i n g x t a l l

Ah, he is thankfully 6'2. I don't like short bodies at all.

c a t c h e s x m yx e y e

Hahaha. Does it really matter?

↪In The Mirror↩

I dress strangely obviously. But my host seems to favor the odd clothing too. Of course, we do wear normal clothing of colors. He's such a happy person in the public eye; you would wonder why I chose him. Ah but that is for something entirely different. My host likes clothes with sleeves. If you knew him well, you would know why. I do not need to of course. I like to make him wear coats and a top hat. It is my little joke for the mad hatter in that silly little Alice in Wonderland story. He has white hair. How rare, no? I love it. His eyes, once a sparkling blue have been affected by me however. They are now crimson like my own. Oh, and I carry around a cane. Do not assume that I need it for walking. Oh no, it is a very suitable weapon indeed for hurting others. Ahaha… But you will learn of that some other time. And before I forget, i always have this adorable little doll on my shoulder. Quite adorable really.

↪Buried Deep Inside↩

Ah, now here's a tough thing to answer. My personality and his personality are very different yet very similar. But I suppose I will tell you the current state of his personality considering I have been inside him for quite some time now. He's a rather kind young lad, one that cares deeply for those in his clique. But that sounds a little cliché if you ask me. He has always had this little problem with his anger. Perhaps it was a disease, or maybe even family issues? Either way, that was what had drawn me to him. I am wrath, and I love anger.

This boy I inhabit loves people. Or at least that is the show he puts on. He acts nice, he is polite and he respects his teachers. Xephes loves to help a friend in need, whether with their homework or in a fight. Maybe this is why he actually still has friends. Ah well, it can't be helped. I would prefer it if her were a loner but no such luck. All I can do is feed off the hate he feels for the rest of humanity. That's right kiddies; the perfect little angel isn't so perfect. Have you seen these images and fantasies that run through his mind? Ever since I took over however, they have become far more violent and sadistic. Isn't that wonderful news?

Well, other than his little act in public, he's not lazy and he's not weak. Who else could last so long against someone as aggressive as me? It makes me laugh how he tries to fight back against me using my sin! Bahahahaa~! But seriously, the kid's got guts. He isn't a coward and determined as hell. I wouldn't be surprised if he took over his body by force again. Too bad he might lose a leg next time. We'll just have to wait and see. This body satisfies me too much to just let it slip from my grasps.

↪Written in Stone↩

Hmhmhm… I'm afraid I will let Xephes explain this. He rarely gets to see the world anymore without a leash; I'm sure he'll very much appreciate this. Tata for now darlings~ <333

I'm not an only child. I have four sisters to be exact; and I happened to be the only male. My father you see, he had left us long before I was even born. All of our fathers had. Let me guess, you're confused? Good. I have three older sisters and one younger twin sister. You see, my mother is a prostitute. Her job is to sex up men and women for money. That was how my three sisters came into the world. They were all one night stands. Of course, my mother was too kind a woman to actually get an abortion. Maybe it would have been better for her if she had done so. Five children was a lot for a single mother to raise with the income she was used to.

Anyway, my sister and I were the last to be born before she finally got a new job. She stopped being a full-time prostitute so that she could support us in our dingy apartment in the worst part of town. How she did it I really wouldn't know. She kept switching boyfriends on us too and every time she came home, we would wonder if she had gotten herself knocked up again or not. She never had another child… but that's not the point. I was well cared for and grew up in a close family. Who could we trust outside of our family anyway? It's a wonder I didn't turn out gay though. My family does mostly consist with women after all.

Ah well, that really didn't effect my sexual preferences. There was really nothing wrong with me… or so everyone had assumed. There was something about me that was always going to cause people trouble. I really didn't mean to be like this. Sometimes I wonder if god hates me. You see, I learned from an early age that I had an anger issue. My mother couldn't afford a psychiatrist so I was left unchecked. I was normally such a happy and outgoing child but there were moments when I had this uncontrollable rage burning inside me. It was not quick to disappear though. At first it started as nothing but simple tantrums. I was a selfish child after all. But they gradually became worse and worse. Somehow my tantrums turned to rage where I would snap at people for the dumbest things. And from there it went to full blown violence. This was the cause of my loss of friends. I act nice but deep down; I have this silly hatred for the world and everyone in it. Sure I have friends that can stick it out and I love them to death… but when I go into a fit, they steer clear.

Why do they steer clear instead of trying to calm me down? Well, it's simple. The last time someone tried to calm me down in this state (my sister to be exact, my twin sister Fera), I broke her arm and sent her to the hospital unconscious. I severely regretted my actions but I couldn't control myself. That was when my mother finally saw that I needed help. I thought I needed help and so did my other siblings. I was put into a mental institution. I stayed there for about a year and there was absolutely no improvement in my condition. The more they prodded me with needles and fed me pills, the angrier I seemed to become. When they finally released me merely because they couldn't handle me, I was already close to the time I would be possessed.

Everything started out with voices calling me. Well, it seemed like voices. It was last year that I started hearing the voices. It soon turned out to be just one voice. At first I thought I had finally fallen off my rocker. But no, it was much worse. I became forcefully possessed by some sort of demon. I didn't notice it at first but as time passed, I slowly felt like I was fading into nothingness. I couldn't let that happen. It had been six months before I chose to fight back against this strange rage that was far worse than it ever was before. I moved out of my house because of it too. When I fought back, I learned that this thing was a demon of hell, the sin Wrath. Can you imagine my shock?

Well, it didn't go well and now I'm stuck with this thing sharing my body. I fought for control but the more I fought, the weaker I seemed to become. In fact…I'm twenty one and I'm not even sure I can continue on much longer. I want to give up but at the same time I just want my body back. I have no idea what to do anymore.

g i v e x m e x m o r e

Sweet. Finally something else we have in common!
Blood. This trait belongs to me alone it seems.
Tea. Once again a mutual liking.
Misfortune.
Violence.
The strong.
Crafting dolls.

k e e p x a w a y

The weak. Alas, no one truly understands me.
Commedies.
Nosy little fools.
The seven virtues.
Spiders.
Superman.
Coke. I do not see how he hates such a delicious soda.

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Your username goes here.


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Your posting colors.


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xxxxx－ ⋆⋆⋆ －xxxxTHATxIxHUMxEVERYxN I G H T

Your character's theme song.

Feel free to add a character quote here.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxso be prepared to fight, fight, F I G H T xxx◄ ◄ ◄

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Your character's name.
Yeah, I know it's already been mentioned before. D8


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Your character's nicknames.


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Your character's age.


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Your character's birthday.


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Your character's gender.


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Your character's sexuality.

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Your character's personality.
Minimum of three paragraphs.


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xxxxx－ ⋆⋆⋆ －xxxxCONTAININGxTHExTIMExWE'VExS P E N T

Your character's history.
Minimum of four paragraphs.

xxxx✩✩ xx i'm beginning to feel dizzy
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Your character's likes.


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xxxxx－ ⋆⋆⋆ －xxxxIT'LLxBExGONExSOONxE N O U G H

Your character's dislikes.


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Your character's strengths.


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Your character's weaknesses.

xxxx✩✩ xx we'll sing and dance to celebrate
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxit's finally over, it's finally done xxx◄ ◄ ◄

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Your character's weapon.


✪✪ xxx【 xT I N Yx*xS C R I B B L E Sx 】
xxxxx－ ⋆⋆⋆ －xxxxINxMYxWORNxOUTxN O T E B O O K

Your character's skills/abilities.


✪✪ xxx【 xL A U G H I N Gx*xH A P P I L Yx 】
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Your character's habits/quirks.

what your character's sword piece looks like. Don't have one? put a quote or something here >.>

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【Ephidel ★ Axis ★ Coolidge】

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❝Do you want the truth or a lie? The lie would be much nicer.❞

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I already told you my name. What the hell is wrong with you, got memory loss? This time remember it! Ephidel Coolidge.


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I was born in August obviously, on the second to be exact. I am currently ten years of age, though you would never guess it from my appearance.


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Last time I checked I was a Male. I'm interested in any gender as long as the person is within the boundaries of my tastes.



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I'm a Demon that is currently fighting for the gang D E S T R UxI O N. We are... officially D Rank but we fight more so in the underground rather than play by the rules. I prefer it that way, even if the cops are breathing down our necks with suspicion, there is nothing like the feel of fresh blood on your face.





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I'm full of bad points. I'll be honest with you and say I'm an extremely RUDE Person when I want to be. And that's pretty often too. I see no point in being polite to most people, and I suppose that comes with being a narcissist's persona. My human counterpart and I share at least somewhat of a similar personality after all. Accompanying my crude behavior would be how BLUNT I can be. I would tell you the truth even if it killed me, unless you asked me to lie. But then you would still be able to guess what the truth of the matter was. As SARCASTIC as can be, I'm not one for pointless pleasantries. Though in contradiction, I can be just as POLITE as I can be BLOODTHIRSTY. I love the taste and feel of blood. the color is quite rich too so I would have to say that it is a blessing that I fight in the underground rather often. I can't say I have much of a temper. I'm rather CALM and NOT PICKY about my love affairs. That doesn't mean I'm a whore though. Despite the constant scowl on my face I can be KIND. I know it may be surprising at first since I'm normally only nice to people I know well. Of course, my human counterpart is an exception to that. He knows I will protect him but he's quite the little b*****d. If he wasn't actually useful in a fight then I wouldn't be bothered with him at all. On another note, I'm NOT EASILY SURPRISED. I dare you to jump out of a hidden corner and say 'boo'. It's a silly little game but what I'm saying is that I know little to know fear what-so-ever. So good luck scaring me. Oh, and before I forget, I am quite INTELLIGENT. I may not choose to act in such a way but try to realize that I have selfish needs too and I may want to act childish for my own sanity.



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Puppeteering is my magical ability. It may not sound very interesting but it is quite the weapon. In fact, I've seen many underestimate that particular ability. They assume that when I say puppeteering that I mean those silly little puppets with strings that some old geezer uses to entertain young children. I assure you that it is nothing of the sort. God forbid that I would be utterly useless with my tendencies. But that is beside the point. I make my own puppets you see. It may take a while but I also must repair or replace broken ones after fights. I can make my puppets out of wood or metal or simple stuffing. Though I doubt the stuffing one could do much damage. After making them, I use them as weapons in every fight. I can control them from afar or I can be in the battle myself. But you see there is a catch. I have to use my puppets. I cannot use my magic on anything other than what I make myself or what my counterpart helps to build. I never bothered to test out whether r not I would be able to control anything my human makes. I wouldn't dare… his craftsmanship is utterly useless to me. He's almost more trouble than he is worth himself! But I digress. I can control two puppets at a time and the drawback to my magic? It literally tires me out. I'm not only controlling them with my magic, I am physically and mentally straining to keep them connected to me. The stronger I am the longer I can draw out a fight. My endurance isn't bad… but it isn't great either. So I sometimes have to resort to melee fighting myself. But I am only trained to defend myself so that I will not die.




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【Avaras ★ Farrenheit ★ Riona】

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❝There is a kernel of goodness in every nut of misfortune.❞

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Hmm? Oh, my name is AVARAS RIONA. I guess you didn't hear me the first time.


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Though I do not look it, I am only NINE years of age. I was born on SPETEMBER 20th.


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I am MALE and am not interested in any particular gender.



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I'm a DEMON of the Knights. Being a B Rank team has it's perks but we don't seem to want to move from this spot just yet. I personally would find it more beneficial to be A Rank.





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Like my human, I am very CONFIDENT in my abilities to fight and about myself in general. However I am not conceited enough to believe that we can defeat every opponent under the sun. I'm far too INTELLIGENT for such a novice mistake. Having an ego would be my downfall so I avoid it at all costs. Unlike my human, my demeanor is very COLD and CALCULATING. I look mean and am. Don't be fooled by Ciera's nice looks either. Just because she posses some form of kindness does not mean I would. Unless you were worth anything to me, I would leave you to die on the streets if I found you there injured and bleeding. As a SELF-BENEFITER I rarely find it worth my time to engage in flirting and other nonsense such as that. Though I would never stop Ciera from doing such a thing. Now, I hear some people bicker over whether I have a heart or not. How ridiculous. I am a very ANALYTICAL being with no sense of human emotions. I am most like Ciera in the department where I do believe I may do as I please in most situations. She however believes it in all. Before I forget, I suppose you could call me the EPITOME OF SERENITY as I have absolutely no temper what so ever. Even should my plans fail or something does not go my way, I have never been angry before so why should I start now? Emotions are overrated and I have discarded the ones that I could.

One more thing. It is only fair to warn you that I am MENTALLY UNSTABLE. The side-effects of my abilities have caused me to become slightly bi-polar and so I may change personalities in a heart beat.



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I have two abilities. The first of which is simple HEALING. I cannot and will not be able to go as far as the medics can. If I bothered to build on my healing skills I could be a medic but I found I needed my time for other things. However, i did not completely neglect such skills. I do find hem useful in the arena from time to time. So I built enough to be able to heal small wounds and the occasional fatal ones. Well, actually I can only sustain life long enough for the medics to save my human but I find it rather useful. At least this ability isn't a complete waste. On another note, the ability that I did hone was the ability to TURN ENERGY PARTICLES INTO WEAPONS. Very nice indeed. The Earth is surrounded by energy and the stronger the particles the sharper and more durable the weapon. I can make any type of weapon for both myself and my human. We enjoy melee combat and work well as a team. I couldn't have asked for a better partner if I tried. She is the only person in my sights that seems to be worth my time anyway. But alas everything has a side-effect. I get tired and my mental state is pushed to the limit. The longer I sustain these weapons the harder it is to keep control and I may lose consciousness. Thus I am careful to conserve energy and win hastily.




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Ever Since The Goddess Declared It So: Zephyr Vashyron Merious
The Day My Legend Began: December seventeeth
Age Is Nothing But A Number: I am... hmmm.... I think I am one hundred and seven. But I appear twenty-one at least.
My Loyalty And Pride: Opeth
Why I Fell AStray...
I was always the odd ball of the group and not in the physical way either. It was because of what I was born with rather than anything else. My family, my pack… they were wild. Truly wild. We lived in the high mountains where there was little food and it snowed possibly nine months out of the year if we were lucky. Not many cubs survived up there even if they had the good fortune of being born in summer. I was born in the month of December, the coldest point of our winter. No one thought that any of us would live but contrary to belief, two of us survived. My sister and I were the grandchildren of the alpha. Lucky us right? Wrong. That just meant we had to work harder just like our mother. You see, my father was a stray and he had never been part of that pack. That was why the rest of the pack did not truly accept us. More so if we proved to have a gift. Unlike most packs, mine preferred not to have anyone with special talents. That was part of the reason they lived far away, to hone other skills that could help them succeed. I did not seem to be any different after all and for as long as I lived, it would stay that way.

When our training began, I quickly found out that my sister and I fell into different categories. She was a powerhouse, built for battle. I was built purely for speed it seemed. I could outrun anyone in the pack and I could certainly do it for days. I was agile and I had a great amount of stamina. But one day… I discovered I had something more. It was my gift. It was my curse. It was the reason I left my pack. My family was not the type to accept such things. It had never been so. I kept it a secret from everyone. Not even my mother knew of my gift. But as the years went by, the more it began to bother me. Something somewhere was calling me. I had on many occasions visited the forests at the base of the mountains… but never had I ventured away from my pack. But I always wanted to. It was almost as though the goddess herself was urging me to leave my family behind to do her bidding. Of course, I would have to leave with the alpha’s permission lest he stop me himself. So I sought for it. He didn’t give it to me. I tried again, I failed and again and I failed. After perhaps a year of asking, he finally gave in. I was free to go if it pleased me and it did. I never looked back.

Many years I ran. I don’t know for how long anymore. I do not even remember the age I left. But I can say that I gained much knowledge and much experience. I was a good fighter, an excellent hunter and I could take care of myself quite well. But no one was perfect. I tried to stay away from humans and vampires if I could. I stayed away from packs of strays and was weary not to enter someone’s territory. It wasn’t like the yeas alone hardened me. I stayed the same, only with more experience. I was always anti-social. At least… until I met a couple of wolves. One was black, the other was white. Quite a pair no? yin and yang I suppose. But I digress. I would have avoided them like all the others but there was just something about them. It drew me to them. I don’t know how nor do I really care how I ended up following them about. But I still pretty much kept to myself for a bit. They both seem to have gifts as well. The only one I told about mine was the alpha because it was not something easy to guess. I would like to keep it that way too. And keeping secrets from an alpha would probably be the worst of ideas. =]
This Is My Place:
I am a member, an ordinary member. =]


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My destiny is chosen GOD
My title revealed HADES
My gender known Male
My story told Heh heh... Does my name not already tell you who I am? Ah, but I forget the times. Now, first thing's first. Just because I am the god of the underworld does not mean I am evil. That is the stereotypical view of certain people. But then again, this time period has no belief in the gods anymore now do they? What a shame. We are part of the reason life exists after all. But alas that holds little value. What you should know humans, is that I am here to help. I fought the titans in the past and I suppose it was time for a rematch. Not that war is all I long for. Of course, working with the dead can be so dreary and coming to the surface isn't a bad idea. This might be more trouble than it's worth but at least I don't have to judge what soul goes where for a while. A vacation is a vacation, no matter the dangers. =] Oh, but I probably should warn you about something. I am a strange god and like to show it. Don't expect me to be a boring proper creature for I much enjoy messing around. However I do not sleep around like my... siblings...
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