Congratulations!

[TheShould]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I can only show respect to the strong, so I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Zachariah Cager ) ) ● ( ( Sixteen ) ) ● ( ( Untrained Incubus ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( November 8th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. My life? Is that what you want to know about? I'll tell you but it doesn't mean I can hold your interest long. I have little to tell since my life is such a bore... so... lame if I must say. Okay; you asked for it so now you're going to get it.

I came into this world in some German town (the name I can never recall). My family was big though not in the famous star kind of way. My father was a duke, if that term means anything to you. I never lived with him, in fact, I didn't even know the guy. Yep, I'm the child of an affair, I am a sin. My mother on the other had was a succubus; now you know how she got to my father. She was strong and a lovely creature though she only had one thing on the mind: sex. Yes, she did love me and she did care for me sometimes though that job was mostly left up to my grandmother. That German town never runs my mind now a days, why dwell on the past. Oh yeah... I'm telling the past. Anyways...

So now on to more important matters; my eye. Yes, it really isn't there, you can even check if you want. It happened one of those days most kids have. You find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time; in the cellar, with my grandfather. He was a strange one alright. He believe in magic (not that I couldn't, look at me?!) and was always testing things he thought would work. Of course I wasn't supposed to go down there; blah blah blah, everyone's heard this before. He moved about the room as if he were on fire. I stuck myself far to the side and only observed. He did this and that and soon enough... it was silent and he heard me huff out carbon dioxide (guy's got some good ears) though, as you should know, he didn't know it was me hiding in the dark. I'll spare you the grotesque details and just tell you... he tackled me and shoved a sharp knife into my tissue everyone calls an eye. That was the end of the line for that part of me and you want to know the best part? Grandfather could care in the least. It meant nothing I lost an eye; he called it punishment. I guess I got what I deserve...

Here's the third ark of this boring tale. Though I did spend many years with my grandparents, after the eye incident they shipped me off. They told me to find a way to my father and take my place in society. Of course I acted as if I were going to do that but once I was out of sight, I found other things to occupy my mind. Don't get me wrong, it was nothing a thirteen year old shouldn't be doing. Drugs and all that never touched my lips. Nope, I was learning about guns. Shooting, aiming, and all that stuff. That's why I know a lot about the human body. Oh and a side fact just so you don't ask, I killed okay?

That's really my life in a nutshell. Well, aside from the fact that my incubus side hasn't really awaken. As far as anyone can tell, I'm human... Boring is it not? Maybe... I've thought it through so many times I guess it does get boring for me... maybe you liked it? I don't know, that's for you to decide.

REASON. I see this as a chance to, in a way, start over. Maybe I can live as not a sin... not a product of some one night stand. I also think grandfather would like me gone. He never really cared if I was there or not (as you can assume).

I FIGHT FOR Nothing but Myself.



. . . SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas a male, nothing more, nothing less.


APPEARANCE
Most of the time you will find me in a simple suit? I guess that's what you call it. I know it seems a little up tight and strange for me to wear this kind of stuff but it was how my grandmother told me to be. The words, and I can quote, that she told me everyday: "You must look nice my boy. One day you will be with you father and if I do not dress you right, you won't have a clue of what to do." After that she usually gave a crackle of a laugh. She is a strange one. She should have known he wouldn't come, he didn't even know I was of this Earth.

Anyways... This really in the balk of my wear. Regular shirts and pants... nope. Only dressy clothes. Even when I went out it wasn't a coat (like those puffy ones you see kids wearing) it was a cloak. My grandmother really did dwell on dreams. I thank the Gods I never went out much. Seeing others laugh at my "style" really pulled at me. I'm surprised I never sneered back.

PERSONALITY
I think so far you can gather a little about my personality. Blunt, oh can I be blunt. Throw that in with self centered and you got a little piece of me. A least... I good sized chunk. They make up most of this character I show. Here's the proven facts of it: I don't focus on the world around me, I blank out and miss a lot, no one has really paid much attention to me making me resentful and pull out some self hatred. But hey, I still like a good joke or two making me a small joker.

I think that's about it... I'm kind of lazy about my whole character so there isn't much to tell. Sorry but I'm kind of a jerk... if that's what you want to call it. I'd much rather say I'm not obliged to tell a soul like you. Sorry... well maybe I shouldn't say that. I can hardly mean it at all...

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Guess what? I fail in the power department. Yes, I am a incubus half blood but nothing wants to show. My grandma says it's because my heart isn't open but who would believe a hag like her? Wait! I guess if you go by skills... I seemingly have a good hand with a gun. Lame, yes I know, but at least I can steady myself just enough to be able to kill in a shot. The bodies weak points are so easy to find. I never have too hard of a time. Now if only I knew where I left that gun...

LIKES
My likes? Those can be completely scattered and seemingly random. Get this, I love me some sweets. Oh! You can't forget the pineapple or cherries atop that tasteful treat. Now this is where it all gets a little random. Though I love my cakes, I love Sunflower Seeds. Yep, that's random but enough about that food, it's making me hungry. Let's see... things I like. I don't know the answer as to why but I've always loved birds. They have so much of that freedom that slips from me. I can only say I'm jealous (not that I will tell another). Our little secret right? Right? Anyways... sorry! Food popped in my head again. I can't get rid of it, I'm hungry. Green peppers come near the top of my list. Yum, they're so... perfect.

DISLIKES.
Oh this might take awhile. I may like things but I seemingly dislike a lot. So typical right? Anyways, here it goes. I'll just come out and say the number one: sight. Ironic right? After my sight of one eye was taken by my grandfather, I have never been able to look at people the same. It bugs me to be so different from your common man but I can't exactly help it. Just like I can't help my mother or myself (not that I flat out hate myself, I just haven't liked resent choices).

HOBBIES
I don't have much in the hobby section. I guess the only thing you could consider a tendency is this strange thing I do. If you didn't know, my birthday is the day of dark fascination; that might help you understand. I take a finger, preferably the middle, from any person I may kill. I have this growing collecting of... fingers in this small box that never leaves my person. It's sealed tight so you can't smell the rotting flesh. Call me insane if you want... I enjoy it.

I think the tongue may be next...

FEARS
Oh these fears. Of course I hate them. Have you ever seen my Grandfather? He may be more insane then myself. That fact just scares me... I can't believe I'm telling you this but I guess I have to... I fear snow. Now that makes me sound weak but I do have my reasons. Back when I left my Grandmother it was the middle of winter and were we lived, winters were harsh. I think you get the idea after that... I got trapped in one of those huge snowstorms and was out in the middle of a field for a day or two. There may be more but they won't roll off the top my head at the moment.



. . . SNIPS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ aηd he livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

PERSON1 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON1. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON1. etc.etc.

PERSON2 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON2. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON2. etc.etc.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Trashed and Scattered - Avenged Sevenfold and All These Things I Hate - Bullet For My Valentine

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS TheShould. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF Fear AND Insanity AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A MATCH.





❝ der Wahnsinn hat mich eingesperrt
und deine Heile Welt verzerrt
hat sich in deinen Kopf gepflanzt
lauf, Kind, lauf, so schnell du kannst

du weißt nicht mehr, wer du bist
du weißt nicht mehr, was liebe ist
dein Spiegelbild hat sich entstellt
niemand ist hier, der zu dir halt❞

[pacchiri cherii]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I love you , So I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Chiyoko Isobe ) ) ● ( ( Looks Sixteen, real age ??? ) ) ● ( ( Demon ) ) ● ( ( Girl ) ) ● ( ( October 31st ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY.

I was born like any child, into a bright and loving family of five. Me being the youngest out of four boys. It was tough, considering the fact that 90% of the time my mother was busy taking care of my brothers. It was always a mad house every day. But, I'm not human. I was born into a the life of a demon, my home being the underworld. It was a dark place, which I felt I didn't fit very well. I never asked to be born into a world where I felt like I didn't belong. But nevertheless I dealt with it anyways. My family often found me skipping away to read books about humans and flowers. Things that were..well..forbidden for Demons to read or think about. Because where I lived....being with a human was not possible. Heck, people even mistook me for a human child because I smiled and dressed like one all the timmmeee. Though I would always get in trouble for it at the same time too. Life was strict in the underworld, I was taught to be more of a killer than an actual person. Killing, committing crime was the usual routine in my life. But I hated it. I cursed my very soul because I truly wanted to be born a human. Why? Because Demons live longer and don't get hurt that often. Also, whenever I touch a rose....it dies. Any flower actually. It all dies and ends up burning. The sun will hurt my eyes and often makes my head hurt, so being a demon sucks. But I learned to deal with everything.

By the time I was ten, I had already gained title of "loser". People would bully me and call me loser because I wouldn't hurt not even a fly. I'm a good soul (she likes to think that) and I swore to myself that I wouldn't hurt not anyone! If my friends and family told me to hurt them I would rather kill myself then do that deed! But alas, I broke my promise. One time, when I finally slipped up to the human world, I met this boy who was around my age. We would play all the time and he would often ask me why I had horns and a tail. My answer would be, "I'm playing dress-up!" That was my usual lie. But soon, it began to be realized that I couldn't keep my secret of me being a demon. As the boy grew older, he became more distant of me and one day he shouted at me saying I was not human and that an ugly being such as myself should die. I got so mad at him that I killed him. I killed a human. That night down in the underworld, I cried on my bed. Soaking my tears through the sheets to get rid of the pain within my heart. But guess what? I also gained a new power too, the power of sorrow. To Cause Sorrow throughout the souls of beings. This power I cursed till my death. But that never happened. Years and century's began to past, me being sick of living and sick of staying in the forsaken world of demons. I left on a journey of self discovery.


REASON.

I first thought of what life would be like If it were a game. My thoughts left prints of memories of how I lived up until now. Then like magic I was given a chance at a game of survival. I was scared and I still am scared. But like anything I've faced in my life, I think that maybe this can give me a purpose in life. I accepted my fate and my reason to play in the game is to find myself. My true self.


I FIGHT FOR Good



. . . SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas a Demon


APPEARANCE

I have short pink hair that touches my shoulders, one side having a dark purple lace ribbon tied onto it. I also have some long strands of hair that is tied behind my head into one bun that hangs at one side. Bright magenta globes pop out from my eyelids as my skin is laced with a bright olive touch. I'm usually gloomy looking and often blush a lot because of no particular reason. I can be kind of clumsy which is why you'll see my clothes are dirty all the time. But I normally wear a nice lavender laced dress with a light blue outer shirt that puffs at my shoulders. The palms of my hands leave pure white gloves that cover my fingers completely, along with a black ribbon that wraps under my breast and waist. Cute black long stockings hug at my thighs and black soles cover my feet.

Now, I am still a lowly demon so my other features consist of two black horns kind of like this. Then comes my tail, which is about three feet long. I can almost wrap it around my slender body. Speaking of body, I'm quite small for a demon my age. I only weigh about 90 pounds and I'm really fragile and light. I don't hit or fight often so my knees and fists are quite weak. But I do have some abilites, and when I use them my eyes tend to change color to a light blue color. Other than that I have no other features.

PERSONALITY
I'm usually a friendly person. But some people tend to say I look so sad alll the tiimmme. I say it's not true. I guess I'm just Shy, which is why I may blush for no apparent reason. It's kind of weird actually. I don't know why but I'm always like that. I just get nervous when someone comes around me and talks to me. Though, if I'm in a bad mood then I'll more than likely change personalities. Now that's weird as well. I'm not the type of person to hurt anyone, not even a fly. I hate hurting things, people. I'll feel bad about it after wards.

Imagine a bright loud girl full of energy, jumping when she wanted too, and eating things when she wanted to eat them. Well that isn't me. I was the type of girl that won't do anything that was impossible. I'm more of the "No go away" type, I probably won't get up and go jogging if you asked me too, and I'll more than likely will take resting than jumping around. It's not just because I'm getting older, believe me I act way younger than I seem. That's what makes me feel sad at times; which makes my personality give off a dark vibe. I can come off as depressing person and my expression will more than likely look pretty grim. I guess can be a bit boring and odd at times, I don't think many people like me either. But, I'm the type of person who keeps to herself. I don't like depending on other people. I wasn't raised that way, my mother told me to always make sure you don't trouble other people. You never know when someone might go and back stab you. That's mainly why I hate getting close to people, even trusting them is hard for me.



POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS

「i. 」xxxShadow Control

Being a demon, we are all born with a certain main "power". It is something that we have been born with and cannot chose. I got born with the power of shadow control. To make it simply, I'm able to freely control peoples shadows or just a shadow in general. But that person or thing has to be standing or sitting, or laying still. Otherwise it won't work at all.




「i. 」xxxBlood impulse

If a person is bleeding, I can control their spilled blood. Whether it be they are dead or are dying. Either way this ability I can use makes me able to control blood and bend it to my will. I cannot create it but if my blood gets spilled then I can control it as well. No I cannot control a persons blood inside there body. That I cannot do.



「i. 」xxxSpeed and Strength

Well, I have been trained a lot. I mean my father has pushed me to the point of where I completely whip out. I'm fast on my feet and when In water, I'm even more fast as well. Being small has it's ups and downs, one being even though I'm small I have strength. I can lift ten times my own weight and maybe even more. Demons have a more of a chance of lasting without water and food for a whole month. Our bodies are built without a need for human food, so if were hungry we can choose to eat or not. But we need blood. It's something we have to have. Maybe once a week or every two weeks. But if we go without them for any longer then we will lose our tail and our horns. But we won't die. Believe me I've tried. But in order to have my speed and strength I need blood. Though I love human blood.




LIKES


I have a lot of things I like, one of them being flowers. Even though I can't touch them I still like them. And guess what? There's one type of flower I can touch, paper flowers. They are fake but there the only type of flower I can really touch. Fruits are delicious and some of them melt in my mouth, though it sucks I don't crave for more. I saw a human eating some type of noodle and it just looked so cool. So I tried it and found that I like it's hot taste. I've been in a place called Japan and I found that I like it when those guys dress up in visual kei. It seems so cool that they can cover themselves up with eye liner and makeup. Especially there clothing! But it looks so hot to be in. I've never tired it before but I would like too! Kimchi and Rice are one of my favorite foods too! They taste good together and make Kimchi fried rice. I ate it once in the human world and found my mouth was on fire! kyyyaa!

DISLIKES.

Rude people is something I don't like. It makes me mad when someone is mean to me or to another person. I just....it gets me mad! That's another thing, being mad makes me angry. I don't know why but I don't like it. I feel hurt inside and every time I get mad I end up hurting someone. Fighting, if you've ever known me, you'll know that I hate fighting. It's something I so seriously hate. My father always told me I was a wimp for not fighting. I realized that fighting is nothing more than hurting other people or things. And I hate doing that. I'm really a gentle creature/person. Speaking of Creatures, I don't like it when humans put down my kind or think were weird or aliens. Sure we can look human, but inside we are human. Our souls can think, eat, and breathing what humans breathe. Now, one time, my mother fed me chocolate chip cookies ew! how gross it was! I hated the bitter taste It had afterwards, even sugar cookies make me gag. Tomatos also make my stomach turn. I'm never eating that.

HOBBIES

I have many hobbies, one of them being growing flowers. I know demons can't touch them, but I wear gloves. So it's okay for me to touch flowers if I have them on. Roses are also so pretty, they smell nice. I grow them as soon as they whether and die. I hate to see it die though; which makes me say that I collect human hair. I know! I know that's even weirder! I've never told anyone that! And I'm not going too! Playing the piano Is so much fun as well. But card games are my favorite thing to do when I'm bored.


FEARS
I'm scared of losing my family, it scares me to death. I don't want to lose anyone. I get so upset just thinking about, so that's a really bad thing. And losing this game isn't an option for me. I mean sure It would be nice to actually find out that I can die. But I don't want too just yet! I also am afraid of Ivan Rutherford, he scares me so damn much! I always make sure my team stays far away from him. No matter what happens I'm glad I'm not on his team. He'll take my beads for sure! That's another thing! Losing my beads! I don't want that to happen!



. . . SNIPS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ aηd (she/he/it) livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

PERSON1 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON1. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON1. etc.etc.

PERSON2 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON2. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON2. etc.etc.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Only human by Kona Yuki

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS TETO-CHAN ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF shyness AND sad AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A MATCH.





❝ I-I I...I shall do my best!! FIGHT! ❞

[TheShould]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I am not one, but I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Devin/Devin ) ) ● ( ( 20 ) ) ● ( ( Unknown ) ) ● ( ( Male/Female ) ) ● ( ( June Fourth ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. So you want to hear about this God forbidden life I lead? Okay. It's fair enough, at least... eh, whatever. So here's how it goes. I grew up back in the early 19th century. You know that time when the rich had butlers and maids? Yeah, I was one for those rich kids. My father was the owner of a large company based around ships. Details about that I've forgotten. That was my old life I don't care to look at any more. What's more important is what happened.

I think I was about... 12? Something like that. In that time it was customary for kids that age to, well, get married and that's exactly what happened. Her name was Heather (I called her Molly). You know what might help? Have you ever read the story of Romeo and Juliet? Things kind of happened like that though I married the one my father wanted. I married Heather of course though I never paid much attention to her, in fact we never consummated. My mind was too focused on the boy Erickson, yes, I was gay for him, so what? Anyways, I kind of got a little too obsessive. My family slowly lost my interest, so much that it was them that I tested my new hobby on; my poisons. And, as gross as you might find it, that's when I found my first victim in "dead sex" with my mother. I couldn't help myself okay? After that was over with I found my way back to Erickson. Guess what? Like in any good story, he didn't want me, if fact he hated me. Turns out he had a thing for my mother. Oh great. He died at my hands and became my little toy for the moment.

This is when my sister started showing up. At first I had know clue what was going on. One second I'd be totally fine doing my "work" when suddenly I had no control over my motions and I was speaking a different tone. It wasn't until I was set in front of a mirror that I knew I was a girl. You know what my words were after that? "The Hell?" At this same time I noticed something else strange. The years rolled on but I didn't seem to change. I was seemingly stuck it what seemed a fifteen year old body. This was perfect... Insert insanities face here.

You know what also happened? I met Rosa, my to-become lover and toy. I think I'll just skip over the details and tell you the only important parts. She meet me and instantly plunged down on me. She never left me and, for a time I loved her (she even helped me with my work). Take was until I got bored and noticed her aging. Now a removed one poison she and I had never used before. Her drink was contaminated and she died quickly. Of course I dirtied her body with my sexual side. It wasn't until then that I learned a great lesson. This girl was not human. Her powers, however, didn't unlock until she died. She seriously was given a second chance and took it to come back for me. I'll let your imagination run and only tell you, I got rid of her for good though that was after she did what I did to her. I will always say, that was the best ******** I have ever had.

My female side wasn't too happy with me. As much as I hate talking about her, I will have to mention her a** sometime. She knew I hated when she took control and that was exactly what she did to punish me for doing that. I think it was a... year? Something like that before I gained enough power to take my control again. My rampage continued once I shut her up. I killed many more and was soaking in passion for plenty of years after that. She didn't seem to respect that but she stayed out of it and only said "you bring it on yourself." I have know clue what she was talking about but whatever.

That's really my life. I was the son of some rich guy, I killed my family, the man I loved, gained that stupid girl inside me, met Rosa, killed her, had her come back, and I got caught a few times and punished with a wipe. Oh yeah, I forgot that. That's another thing I learned. Cover your tracks well. Don't get caught. I still have plenty of scars burning on my back. I haven't been caught for a few years though and it totally confuses the officers that this crime has continued so long. Oh well, I'm not going to worry about it now. I'm getting myself pulled into this new world. I can continue with the killing and ******** and it won't matter.

REASON. You know what the interesting part of this is? I don't want to run, I don't want to hide from someone. No. I want to be in this game to kill. I want to see people bleed and burn. I want to watch their eyes turn to mush. And you want to know the best part? I won't have to cover my tracks. I can have as much fun as I want and not have to deal with those people trying to catch me.

I FIGHT FOR the insanity.



. . . SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas a killer


APPEARANCE
Most of the time I appear as a male. This is not always the case. My sister as I call her is almost always popping in without warning. She is the complete opposite of me though and it's quite annoying.

I usually stick to plain old shirt and jeans. The color of those, black or white; it depends on my mood most of the time. I do respect dress shirts though and I wear them often. What can I say? They're comfortable and easy to get off, if you know what I mean. I do not wear skinny jeans though. They're so... weird to me. I like blue jeans. That's about it.

My "sister" is a completely different story. You'll only find her in two things. One, a kimono; a white one most of the time. Two, a tank top and black skinny jeans. I don't know where she gets that sense of fashion but whatever. To each their own I guess. As long as she doesn't force me to wear that girlie junk.

PERSONALITY
Can you guess this ever changing personality of mine? Here I'll help you. To start out I am not quiet but not loud either. I'm your in between person. I voice my opinion, I'm pretty open because really? Why should I care? You're just going to be my toy later. The only thing I care for is your body. I am however sensitive to that and when you talk s**t about me. I'm easily annoyed and angered. I don't know why but it really pisses me off quickly. That also makes me quick tempered and unyielding to anything. I'm not easily pleased until you die.

Oh you want to hear my good part in personality? Well, I can't say much and mean it but I'll try. I'm totally honest. If I don't like something about you, I will flat out tell you straight forward. I don't use word play to get around the subject. Making things happy and nice, I don't like it. I prefer to tell you the blunt truth. Sorry if it hurts, it's just the flat out truth.

So here's the story about my "sister." She's a little too nice and always sugar coats things. In my eyes she seemingly lies all the time to just make a person happy. What is this? I don't even understand it myself. The girl is strange and totally opposite from me. I'll never understand.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Sudden Changes----
xxxxxJust as the title says, or at least for the most part. My other "half" is a little pushy some of the time. One second I am but myself, the next second I'm a full on girl. Even check my pants if you want. And you think you can guess the next part. You would think being two beings that we'd have different powers that counter each other right? Wrong. It was my body to start with so the powers are all my own and work for her too.

Kinetic absorption
xxxxxWith a bit of focus and a lack of thought, Devin has a simple power to absorb the energy about and around him. He can also take it from enemies and allies. Being able to absorb kinetic energy (the energy of movement) Devin can exert this power in a number of ways:
-One- He can you it as a force field about himself to reflect damaging objects. This part of course is not very affective. Being as it's kinetic energy the barrier keeps moving. It also disappears quickly.
-Two- This energy can be used in the muscle tissue. With it the quoted "super strength" can be accepted into the body. Of course this comes with a cost as well. The muscles can get over whelmed with power and can quickly tear and leave the limb useless. If this doesn't happen something else will; the tissue slowly breaks down if it is used too many times.
-Three- As a healing source, this energy, if taken in potions, can be used to repair damage the bodily tissue. This doesn't not have any affects except of a dizzy feeling in the head. This power also takes time to master. If not done right it could kill.

Poisons
xxxxxDevin is extremely skilled in the field of poisons to kill (what else do poisons do?). It was his way of taking lives and his way to not injure the bodies he worked with. Seeing a persons head cut off or even their blood spilling really pulled at him and he found no pleasure in the kill. The poisons he usually have to be worked into the body with a needle and directly into a origin. Though there is this, he does have a few that must be ingested to work at all. He keeps a good supple on his person at most times. Kills are never planned after all.

LIKES
I love the thought of burning. Just watching the pain and death about me gets my heart pounding and... if I may say... sexually satisfied. I won't lie, I love the bodies of men and women be it either after they die or when they still live. Turning me on is something easily done. Killing just makes it better.

DISLIKES.
I hate, in fact, quite little. Maybe the things right off the top of my head are the thought of being ignored and being hated. I'm a social person, what can I say? Oh! That's another thing. My lover from the past. I killed her, ******** her then found out she wasn't human. She came back from the dead and chased me. I hate revenge on me... I also hate the emotion of fear. The thought of being scared and weak drives me crazy. I like being the top dog. Oh, want to know another thing? I hate Devin, the girl half of me... She's such a b***h; no fun at all...

HOBBIES
I, of course, keep up strange hobbies. Number one, a undying urge to collect poisons. My fun really comes out of this. The different little vials of these killers are amazing. The colors are always vibrant and they never leave a mess when used. Oh, how wonderful it is to have those bodies without all the spilling blood and cuts. Beautiful, beautiful, this whole talk is turning me on. You want to know the other hobby of mine? This one is odd but I have no problem talking about it at all. Once those bodies are dead they become my play toys until they go cold, then I toss them in a ditch are wherever. I think you can get the idea of what I mean by "play toy" so I won't elaborate.

FEARS
Fear? Fear is nothing... okay... even I have those things. But! I will never... okay I will say. As much of a killer as I am, I fear blood. The thought of that red liquid just churns my stomach. I hate it!!! Why do you think I use those poisons? They keep the blood away and leave the bodies ready and willing for me. I think that's about... wait! One thing I can remember though, as far as I know, they are dead, I fear my Ex-Lover. She was a true b***h of her own kind. I killed her but she just couldn't stay dead. It drives me crazy! Yeah, but that's the crap I fear... nothing big right?



. . . SNIPS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ aηd the killer livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

PERSON1 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON1. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON1. etc.etc.

PERSON2 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON2. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON2. etc.etc.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
A Little Piece of Heaven - Avenged Sevenfold

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS TheShould ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF Seduction AND Egotism AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A MATCH.





❝ She was never this good in bed
even when she was sleepin'
now she's just so perfect I've
never been quite so ******** deep in ❞

[[Angel Kratos]]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I'm my own being, but I caη play as your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Sabre Yun ) ) ● ( ( 1799-1900yrs ) ) ● ( ( Zara-Satoru - Unknown ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( 4/25 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY.

I don't remember much, but I'll tell you what I can...

A few thousand years ago, I awoke in an age-old deserted castle without a memory as to how or why I was there. The place seemed familiar, but I could not place it in my mind. In fact, the only thing I could remember were specific traits I held. My ears that resembled a twisted version of an elf's, the fighting styles of hand-to-hand and sword combat. The differences between Free Magic and Prescise magic along with other simple things that anyone on Ialu would be expected to know. At least, that was the impression I had.

Seeing that the castle couldn't possibly do me any good, I left it's doors and traveled through a dark-encased world. Not the dark that one would associate with night, either. This Darkness...It surrounds you and makes you feel as if it's capable of swallowing you whole. Twisting and corrupting the things that are left inside it for too long—The kind of Darkness that things like werewolves and vampires are born from. It was all I could do to flee from the place as quickly as possible with the items on my being and my beloved sword.

Upon leaving the Dark Lands, I traveled aimlessly...Discovering news and things that I did not remember. The first thing I did was trade in my clothing for a cloak, and a new outfit; Mostly because of a shopkeeper who commented on my original outfit—Telling me it dated back a good few hundred years. By far, the man had no qualms in taking a perfectly preserved 'antique' off who he claimed was a mere fifteen year old. Particularly when it only cost him some wares from his own shop, and little coin. I like to imagine that my old outfit gained him money enough to buy better materials with which to make the clothing.

Once I was capable of blending in once again, I continued to aimlessly search for answers. Answers to questions I didn't even know I had. It was easy to survive off certain herbs and plants. I traveled mostly through forests when I could, they always set me at ease for some reason. Then again, it was this same ease that led me to my first (in my memory) near-death experience, and the discovery of my powers.

Now, you wouldn't think it very strange for a forest if a bunch of men or beasts jumped out to attack a young lady who was traveling alone. In fact, it's a very common happening that most people take a hint to not travel alone lest be taken as a fool. I wish I could say the reasons behind my own foolery was because I knew I could defend myself. But alas; It was simply because I did not know of the dangers that came with traveling alone—I myself thought it to be safer than finding a group or companion to travel with. Thus did I one day find myself surrounded with a knife to my throat, and my sword out of reach.

That's when I discovered my fire, and something else. I...Blacked out, I suppose. When I came to, my attackers were sprawled around me. Dead; It wasn't a pretty sight and I forced it from my mind while fleeing the scene. Murderer...The more time I spent traveling, the more I associated that word with myself despite the incident never repeating itself. I was attacked, yes, but now the only thing that appeared in the situations was the fire. The fire that was enabled to me by my soul dragon; My Drakon.

Soon enough, perhaps a year after I woke, I came to the City of Knowledge, Eilian. Now, being the curious and answer-seeking person that I am...My first stop was, of course, the Great Library; Home of the Immortals. I demanded access to the books regarding the Drakons and was denied by Gilean, head of the Immortals and library. Not surprising, as my demeanor was hardly anything one could call respectful, or polite. I had spent a year forcing myself to be uncaring and stoic. It is my belief that the unknown amount of time I spent in the Dark Lands had effected me more than one would think.

Upon being denied access to my only known hope for proper answers, the darker side lost hold. I...I couldn't just settle for that result. There was something in me, an urgency to gain access. In a last ditch effort, I placed myself as an apprentice under Gilean's care. It wasn't until after this that I learned I was meant to have come under the mans care anyway, being counted as only fifteen (one year for every century of life). There wasn't time to be angry, however; Life with Immortals is not particularly easy, I spent the majority of my time in lessons about various things or researching about Drakons. My free time...I spent what little I had venting frustrations in the far areas of the garden; Speaking with the plants there.

I spent over two centuries there with the Immortals. I gave up the ability to use my sword to it's fullest extent in favor of learning Precise Magic; Different from free magic in that it focuses energy more correctly and allows one to do more extraordinary things. I shall not go into discussion of it now, but place it in your thoughts in the category of barriers and illusions. It takes strong mental concentration and many years of training—My mentor was not fond of my wish to learn it. He did not believe it was wise for me to switch professions so late in life.

This was perhaps because of the reason I was being trained—But no, I won't follow that trail of thought, it's not a matter for anyone to know but myself. Be as it may, I finally departed from the Immortals care and Eilian as I neared my eighteenth century of life. It wasn't quite on happy terms, and it was perhaps too easy to embrace the darker part of me once I left. My world, Ialu, you see...Is not a particularly friendly place. There are few cities in which the rules of life are not things like 'kill or be killed' and 'take what you can, give nothing back'.

As such...The more I was attacked,the more I killed. And the more I killed, the easier it became to adapt to the life. The more I adapted...The less I wished to ever return to Eilian. A wish that was not granted—Perhaps a few decades after leaving I found two like me. Two who showed powers that should not be possible in the normal world. We traveled together and various events led to me bringing them back to the place I had no wish to be; The Great Library, in the company of the Immortals. I made a weak attempt at avoiding entering the library myself, and was intercepted by my mentor, Gilean.

We wound up staying there, and I took up a new training regimen. Gilean wanted me to learn to use my magic with my sword—Something that I must point out was expressly forbidden, because of the dangers. This was the first argument I presented to him, but...He was determined that I could do it, so I gave in and we began training in an unknown area. At first, my mind felt as if it was being split in half from the effort. The concentration needed for my melee and the magic...At the same time, it was like stretching my mind in two different directions at the same time; Even when I allowed my sword to lead me through the combat.

...We had been there for two years before this chance was presented to me. I've come farther since then, in my ability, but...

REASON. I just wish I remembered what happened before I first woke up—Maybe I'd understand myself more. Who I really am. At least, I'd know my real last name, right?

I FIGHT FOR Myself, my world, and anything that I deem to be right.



. . . SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas a girl.


APPEARANCE
[x] [x] [x]
I'm five feet, six inches tall with an admittedly petite figure and electric blue eyes. My hair falls down to, if not pass, the middle of my back and alternates in black and crimson streaks. More often than not, I like to wear it in a braid. Never once, however, will you see it pulled behind my accursed ears. The only visible thing you will see of me, ear-wise, is the single earring that hangs from my left lobe. Oh my left shoulder, should one ever be close enough to catch a glance is a strange tattoo [x]...

On my head I wear a red bandanna, to keep my hair from falling forward over my face. My outfit is made of a simple, sleeveless black shirt and smooth black pants. If you look closely, however, you might be able to make out the faint designs of dragons fighting on the fabric. Around my waist is a cloth belt, holding a few plain pouches of various things such as herbs and first aid items. Also tucked into this belt is a single, small knife. A messanger bag of sorts hangs at my side and my precious sword is always in it's place on my back, lest it's in my gloved hands...And around my neck is a pendant of a sun made out of bronze metal twisted around a smooth, round orange stone. My feet? Well, I own a pair of nice, belted black boots.

Many gauge my appearance, age wise, to be anywhere from eighteen to twenty. May you decide for yourself.

PERSONALITY
I'm a loner, and I have the ability to be either very cruel or very caring depending on my own personal view of you, or the situation. It's an everyday goal to appear cool, calm, and collected at all times. To be stoic towards everything that happens, good or bad. I can be judgemental at times, but if I like you or believe you deserve it, I'll be eager to help.

I've been known to be a bit spacey and also been called manipulative, but I believe if someone can be so easily deceived, they deserve it. I've got a bit of a short temper, so I suggest you tread lightly unless you believe that you're inflammable. Neglectful defines my attitude towards my own being very well. Some go as far as to call me self-sacrificing, but I'm really just selfish.

I myself am distrustful of others, but if you're lucky enough to earn my respect then I am a loyal companion. Betray me, or those I count on my side and despite my normal remorseful self, I will let my dark side murder you.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS

I am a fire elementalist. This allows me to:
★ Control/Summon the Flame Drakon (my soul dragon) in times of extreme need or danger.
● Hold a body temperature of 104 degrees (F) and survive in extreme cold or heat.
● Control/Manipulate various kinds of fire/heat (provided another is not); Summon flames for my own bidding (light, weapons, warmth)
● Cause things to spontaneously combust, or flames to shoot out of the ground; Use fire under water.
● Absorb energy from flames, and remain unhurt by various fire/heat; Protect others from my own fire.
● Extend a small area of controlled temperature around my being; Limited to a five foot radius.
● Solidify fire into a black stone with flames living inside (fire stone); Takes the shape the fire is in before solidfying.

It does not allow me to:
● Escape illness brought on my the elements--Shown when body temperature drops below 100 degrees (F)
● Remain unharmed through explosions
● Turn into flames (I am not a bloody phoenix)
● Control others body heat

I am well-practiced in Precise Magic and Free Magic. This allows me to:
● Work with spells ranging from healing and communication to harmful and baffling, Minor - Intermediate; A very Limited amount of enchantments and curses.
● Create barriers and illusions around a specific area of effect; Briefly manipulate earth element (water is normally beyond me).
● Repair something that's been broken provided it's not been cursed or enchanted beforehand.
● Conjure small items (bags, cups, clothing); Summon already existing items from a short distance and known location.

This does not allow me to:
● Conjure transportation/food/drink/life
● Brain wash and control others, or see into one's mind.
● Create cages or anything else out of stone/water/light.
● Summon any elements outside of fire.

Other Skills...
● I am a master of blades and decent in hand-to-hand combat, though I rely on speed; If you give me a bow and arrow, I could probably...Well, I could be a distraction.
● I can utilize magic during melee combat; Tentively and with great risk.
● My ears give me enhanced and sensitive hearing;
● Plants talk to me. Give me a tree and I can climb it; a forest and I can guide you through it. Then again, sometimes it doesn't always work.
● Cooking, nourishing drinks...I'm a nature freak, I guess, but herbs are something I have a knack for using as more than just spell components.

My Sword and Me:
At first glance, one could assume that my sword is ordinary. It's blade is made of a specific blend of materials, two being silver and my own blood (how I remember this I have no idea). There are some kind of runes carved into the blade; To me they change consistently (if you see me talking to it, don't freak). Personally, I believe that the thing has a mind of it's own--One moment if could be across the room from me and the next it's in my lap. It's been known to flare with heat and burn those strange to the touch, the sword itself capable of changing shape--Thus far however, I've only managed to shrink it.

I couldn't lose the thing if my life depended on it; But I bet someone could steal it...

LIKES
You want to know things that I like? Well...I enjoy books and solitude. It might seem strange for a fire elementalist, but I actually do enjoy swimming as much as I do fire. Hard to believe, huh? A good training session puts me in high spirits, if that's even possible, and I'm quite fond of my special herbal brew; It's always on me. Traveling is another thing I love; Or maybe it's just that sense of freedom that comes with it. If I had to pick one food item I like...Well, I suppose apples are decent. All in all, the item on top of my favorites list is nature itself. So peaceful, you know? Oh! My mentor, Gilean too! I'd hate to disappoint him--But don't tell anybody, okay?

DISLIKES.
Ugh; I can't stand killing, I always feel so horrible after. Like part of me was just eaten by Darkness. Anyways, you wanna know what I really hate? I hate people and wasting time. Especially when they're combined! There's nothing more irritating! People who just disregard life are just as bad, and that includes myself. Resting is irksome; it takes me right back to wasting time! And then there's this little issue I have with heights. I just...I can't stand them, which makes me hate them even more because they make me show emotion.

Eating, now that's annoying. Most food doesn't even provide you with everything you need, so you have to eat more of it. I'll stick with my brews, shall I? Ah, and becoming ill, too. When I get sick, my powers never want to work...

HOBBIES
Hobbies? Oh, geeze...Do I have any of those? Oh, right. Let me think; I'm always reading a lot, or exploring. Hahah, and I collect blades, too. Like swords, daggers, throwing knives...I suppose you could call sword fighting a hobby, too. I get this...Thrill from the feel of my sword slashing through the air, or hitting one on one against someone elses' sword.

FEARS
Well, hell. Do I have to? Alright, alright...Well, I suppose you've already gathered this but I have this...Fear...Of heights. I don't know why, I just do! And Darkness...I can feel it inside me, deep down, just waiting to take over. All it takes is my control to be lost for one second, and...Nnn, another...Things that hide in the Dark. I'm always grateful for my fire, because I can always provide light for myself. I don't have to be unable to see the things immediately around me.

Another one is...Failing. Not myself, but my mentor--My world. It's like, all of Ialu's fate is tied to mine; Such a huge burden. I don't want to wind up being a disappointment. I don't want people dying because of me...



. . . SNIPS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ aηd she livεd happily ηεvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

PERSON1 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON1. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON1. etc.etc.

PERSON2 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON2. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON2. etc.etc.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
...say there will be beauty from pain because I'm never alone

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS [Angel Kratos] ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF REGRET AND COMPASSION AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A MATCH.





❝ No one knows the way I feel a part of me I have to fight
Buried somewhere deep beneath my skin ❞

[iCodex]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I don't care, but I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Lilli Ann Johnson ) ) ● ( ( twenty-one ) ) ● ( ( human ) ) ● ( ( female ) ) ● ( ( October 19th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. I believe some stories don't deserve to start with "once upon a time," and this is one of those stories. After all, I don't believe in fairy tales. I grew up normally at first. Dad worked on the road, so he wasn't home much, whereas Mom stayed home all the time on welfare and took care of me and my brother. In all honestly, she paid more attention to my brother, because he was always a little brat. We all loved him though. Anyway, I grew up around a lot of guys, so I turned out to be a little bit of a tomboy. I loved getting into fights with the boys in the neighborhood, even if I got beat up a little bit. Mom never minded that I fought a lot; she was too busy smoking pot and cheating on my dad to notice. I never noticed what she was doing until I was around eight, and that's when the world I knew shattered.

One afternoon I came home to find a strange truck in the yard with all of our stuff inside of it. Mom decided that we were all moving into a new trailer with her boyfriend. I was so confused at the time. I found my dad crying in their room and tried to comfort him. I wanted to stay with him. I was always more of Daddy's little girl whenever he was home. Imagine my surprise when he yelled at me, telling me to get the hell out and he never wanted to see me again. That's when Damien first appeared.

"Hehehe! He told you, didn't he? You little freak. You couldn't think he'd want you! You're a waste of space. I bet he's leaving because he didn't want to deal with you! Hahaha!"

I never even cried over that. It was like he threw a brick at me and hit me square in the stomach, and I was stuck in that moment of impact. I managed to get outside before I started vomiting. Whenever I think back on it, I get sick to my stomach. Please excuse the attitude.

I went through a lot of stuff while my mother lived with her boyfriend. I hated both of them. I pretty much raised myself from that time. I developed as a female and gained a lot of weight too. The weight didn't seem to stop some bastards from messing around with me though. I managed to escape from all of them with my virginity intact, but it was such a horrible experience. Mikhael came into existence then.

"Come now, sweetheart. It's not your fault this happened. Those guys were just assholes. You're the only girl close to them!"

I started therapy when I was eleven years old. Ten years later, I'm still in therapy and in notably worse condition than when I started. None of the voices went away. I managed to make it through high school even with the total lack of motivation I developed. I got into a good college, but I dropped out after I had a mental breakdown and tried to commit suicide. Now I'm just a failure. The end. Hopefully.

REASON. The last thing I recall is wishing for death. But I don't want to die. Well, not really. I think I entered a catatonic state right before I came here.

I FIGHT FOR LIFE or DEATH. I'm still not sure which one I want yet.



. . . SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas a girl.


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

PERSONALITY
2+ PARAGRAPHS. important traits colored/bolded/underlined.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Be creative with formatting, just make sure it looks nice and has some detail. c:

LIKES
(atleast 7) in one paragraph or more. bold, color, or underline the likes.

DISLIKES.
(atleast 7) in one paragraph or more. bold, color, or underline the dislikes.

HOBBIES
in one paragraph. bold, color, or underline the hobbies.

FEARS
in one paragraph. bold, color or underline the fear/s.



. . . SNIPS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ aηd she livεd happily n'εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

PERSON1 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON1. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON1. etc.etc.

PERSON2 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON2. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON2. etc.etc.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
SONGS OR TUNES THAT REPRESENT YOUR CHARACTER. External links plz?

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Codex Sinaiticus. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF GUILT AND DISGUST AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A MATCH.





❝ a quote/lyric that sums up your character. ❞

[[Angel Kratos]]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I belong to someone else, but I caη prεtεηd to bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Angel Sabre-Kratos / Ira Sabre / Star ) ) ● ( ( 19 / six and a half ) ) ● ( ( Unknown / Angel/Light Spirit ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( April 25th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. I will provide a rough form of her history—We would be here for months if I did it any other way! It starts with dreams of scattered memories...

A young, fifteen year old brunette was leaned against a wall, facing a blonde male (who looked like he was about nineteen years of age), with her arms crossed. "I'm not afraid of anything..."

-------

She was backing up against the wall, while watching the male transform and grow into something much bigger then anything she'd seen before, and far more intimidating. “What are you?!”

“It's hard to explain...Scared?”

“N-no! I'm not afraid of a-anything!”

“Then why are you stuttering?”

-------

She was being held against someone, struggling with their teeth buried deep into her neck, sucking the life from her, as she grew weaker...She felt her legs give out, and a hand that was growing increasingly larger wrapped around her waist to hold her up.

Her world went black briefly, then she was laying in the hand of a huge monster, whom she recognized vaguely. “You could've killed me...Why did you heal me?” She whispered softly.

“I'm not sure...” Silent words, spoken into her mind rather then out loud...

-------

She was on a roof, now, numb and unable to move, but calmed somehow, even as a sharp claw traced her lower jawline, making herself shiver inside. “Hallo, darlin'...” A voice purred softly into her ear from behind her.

Her eyes closed tight, as she replied, “Uh...H-hi..”

“Why do you not want to go run an errand for me? It's not hard...Go out, capture a humanoid, and bring it back here for me...”

“Because, I am not your slave...And I don't give a damn about your sick needs to devour something...” A finger, or rather, a claw, was brought to her lips, causing her to fall silent while he spoke again.

“So you'd rather make yourself the meal instead? I'm giving you the wonderful opportunity to replace yourself with something else...”

“The answer is still no, Luink.”

-------

Someone was kissing her, very briefly, a claw underneath her jawbone...Someone was toying with her mind, her emotions...And she was kissing back.

-------

She was screaming at a man with short, messy black hair, defending someone else...Then Luink spoke, and she spun to tell him to shut up, to stop, that he wasn't helping. She shrunk back at the booming yell that came as the reply...

-------

She was hugging someone...A friend...Glaring at the blond male.“If he doesn't want to fight Elf, what makes you think he would want to fight you, Luink?!”

She received a sharp toothed ear-to-ear grin in reply, “He said he didn't want to fight a friend... Does he consider me a friend or a nuisance?”

“Luink...Please, stop it.”

Crimson eyes narrowed at her, “And why should I? Can I not express myself? The more I bottle it up that worse I'll get...”

“Then take your anger out on someone else!”

-------

A sharp pain was shooting from her hand, with which she had just attempted to hit Luink...His teeth sunk deeply into the cuts there. He withdrew and licked at the wound before pulling away completely.

-------

She was laughing at him, watching as the blond she was starting to fall in love with spit dirt out of his mouth, from where he'd landed after she had dodged a pounce from him. Then, suddenly, he pounced again, and she didn't dodge. His currently bleeding wrist pressed against her lips, making her shriek and sputter. She hated blood.

“EW! Luink, no! Get off! Ewewew~!”

-------

She was by a cliff, he was behind her...But, he'd promised he wouldn't push her again, “Pretty high...”

“Yep.” Then, suddenly, she was lifted and swung over his shoulder with a small scream on her part as he jumped off the cliff. Immediately, she was hitting on his back as they fell, him laughing. Then, suddenly stopping, a pair of his large white wings appearing on his back, which she was still hitting blindly, “Watch the wings, dear.”

She was safe.

-------

He was engaged—Luink had a finance. There was no point in going after what she could not have...So she started dating another male, whom she trusted. Her best friend. Luink was engaged. He was just playing with her, he got on her nerves and she did his. He did not feel the same for her as she did for him. It wouldn't have worked, anyway, she told herself.

He was taken.

-------

He was standing in front of where she was sitting on the roof of a building, acting different; She asked what was wrong. He simply smiled softly, sweetly to her after sending a cold look in response to a comment from her current other, speaking in a idle manner;

"A young man once stole a staff from a young female wizard in fear and rage that she would not want to listen to him tell her that he loved her..."

Faintly, she heard her boyfriend, Hobo, say something, but she ignored it and jumped down from her position, to stand in front of Luink. She didn't understand...

He simply smiled again, and looked away, "...When children are young... a little boy will pick on and tease a little girl that he really likes—perhaps even loves, if they can comprehend such feelings..."

And realization dawned, “Oh...”

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"I'm sorry. I won't be coming back...I came here to tell you so..." He sighed. "I'm only a pain here; Unwelcome."

“Don't leave...You're not a pain. I'm sorry.”

"Truthfully, I don't fit in much either... You consider me an a**, and everyone else...I just don't fit in; If I weren't a pain, you wouldn't have hated me so much either..."

“That's not true!”

-------

"And why shouldn't I leave?! What's the reason for me to actually even stay?!"

“Because! Because I like it when you're here! I like you, Luink!”

He shook his head, pointing at Hobo, "No...You like him. Let it stay that way."

-------

Flames, surrounding her. Luink, as the source, "..You... You were... Taunting me the whole time. Both of you..."

“What? Luink, that's not true!”

-------

It was all okay. They worked it out...He was back. She jumped off the roof, landing on the ground and running in means to tackle him. Instead, she felt herself being caught by strong arms, lifted up to sit on his shoulder... “Hello, there.”

“Hee...Hi.”

-------

He was insane, and so was she. He had her tied to a chair for some odd reason or other, and had blocked off every attempt at escaping the ropes that she made. And, damn it, he was teasing her far too much for this little thing he wanted from her, which she refused to give into! She made a comment, eyes closed and blushing a near crimson color, which was returned with a chuckle as he slid the satin shirt back onto his shoulders, and did up all undone buttons present on his outfit.

Then blood, again. She was doing her best to not swallow the horrible crimson liquid that was flowing from the cut on his hand, that was pushed up against her mouth, and needless to say she was failing...Miserably.

And she kept telling herself that he was engaged, it was simple fun and teasing..Between friends. Because he was engaged, and she could ignore the pain it brought her to know it would never be her with which he would be happy with. No matter what he said, or claimed.

Because he was engaged.

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Everything was black, silent....She couldn't hear, see, feel, or sense anything at all. It unnerved her. Then, there was whispering in her ears—A familiar voice, but unwelcome. So, why wasn't she blocking it out like normal? Where was her light?

No...She was too tired to fight him off..Just...Let him play. Get revenge on them...Kill...Give into him...

She closed her eyes...

Angel would wake the morning of her sixteenth birthday tucked safely away in bed, at a loss for why she was there and not—Elsewhere. The dreams puzzled her, she couldn't remember anyone whom she saw in them past recognizing that the blond man, who had starred in the majority of them, was the strongest. He was strong...And dangerous. Very dangerous. That she knew, at least, and that was all she would know for awhile as her thoughts became interrupted by the postman at the Manor's entrance.

She raced down to answer him and receive a letter from the distraught man, 'Miss Saber, my deepest apologies. You'll understand in a minute, but, this...Place mentioned in that letter, do not let yourself be brought there. They won't let you go again!' Then he was gone, leaving the teen standing puzzled on the threshold of her parents home.

Yet, where were the two wretched beings who had born her? Angel search inside the Manor thoroughly before turning her attentions to search the outside ground. It was unnerving. Not only were there no signs of her parents, but also of anyone else...Normally on her birthday the place was flooded with people cleaning up after the horrid party of the night before. There was still half-mess everywhere in addition to the blood that spotted the ground over various areas. The blood was not surprising to her, despite knowing most of it was her own. There was always blood.

Her wondering of where everyone, especially her parents, was interrupted by Demon—The dark spirit that took 1/3 of her soul, Star's (the other 1/3 of her soul) brother—Telling her to read the letter that hung limply in her hand. She would do so with an unpleasant feeling in her stomach.

The letter...

'Miss Ira Sabre,

It is with our deepest regrets that we are to inform you of a most tragic event that has taken place on the morning of April 25th. We are sorry to inform you that Mr. And Mrs. Sabre have been located, dead, a short distance away from your estates. We highly discourage you from visiting the scene, as it was not a sight to be seen for someone as frail of mind as yourself. Identification was provided by your family's crest, located on the heavily mutilated bodies this morning once we arrived to survey the scene.

As a result of these events, you have been left with no remaining family members of which to take care of you. As a minor, not yet being the age of eighteen, you are not permitted to live on your own. Your family's estate and all personal matters are left to you, but you are left to The Dark Night Orphanage. Please keep in mind that we only seek to help you in your time of need, and have no hostile plans or planned actions against you, Ira. We simply wish for you to be taken care of in the proper way that one with such gifts as which you possess should be handled.

Once again, with our dearest regrets for your loss, we bid you good day. We shall come to collect you in one week's time.

Sincerely Yours,

The Dark Night Orphanage

P.S. If you are foolish enough to try and run or hide, we will find you. And we will punish such horrible behavior. Good day. '

Numbed by the letter, mind swirling in panic of all she'd learned and known of this place—The one thing her parents ever showed concern for when it came to danger towards her. Angel struggled to grasp and comprehend everything that had happened, one thought ever present in her mind. The need to get away.

Demon would take advantage of this time, and sway the teen into turning from his sister and into his own clutches. She fought at first, trying to push him back and crying out for his sister. He spun a tale, playing off her thoughts and fears, having previously forced Star into a deep sleep he led the girl to believe that she had been abandoned by the side chosen. Forcing her to rely on him, trust him, for what was needed.

Giving himself a visible, physical appearance the dark spirit and coaxed her into a sense of ease, 'Come to me, pet. Let me soothe your pain...Let me use you, and allow you to use me. I'll make it all correct, we'll find someone to help. Together, we'll find a way to escape them, and allow you to make your own life—All I ask, is for you to leave my sister and come to me.'

And she did, unwittingly allowing him to restrain her already blurry memories of past months. Transporting them into her own secret hide-a-way; A cavern that was magically altered to hold her collection of weapons as well as a full library, containing more knowledge than she had ever managed to read. Angel would open the way to her room before Demon would knock her out and go about rearranging her entire being towards his own powers and control. To Darkness.

Her dreams remained happily absent until she woke again, and set out for a building she could now only barely recall as a place she used to seek refuge. There, she would encounter and attack the blond man she could not remember but for his dangerous aura and power. One thought was on her mind; To somehow die, and escape the fate looming a week away. Things did not go as planned, and instead of the man killing her she was left with an offer of protection.

--

Luink from then on would take her under his wing; Like a daughter of sorts. The beginning being bumpy, filled with fighting and violence between the two. However, very rarely would Angel ever leave his presence unless being stolen away by dark friends from her past. Soon enough, she was laying witness to hardships and conflicts the man would go through...Soon enough, the fighting would nearly cease altogether and the teen would remain as perhaps the only person to stick by him, whether or not it was him doing the harming or risking her life.

It was around this time that the people belonging to 'The Dark Night Orphanage', now known to her as 'The Shades', started their attempts to reclaim her, transforming her cavern into a lab of sorts. They succeeded in overtaking her twice, with the help of her older sister—Whom their parents had handed over to the Shades in favor of killing once Angel was discovered to hold the two ancient spirits.

Over the months leading to Halloween, a bond formed between the two that would rarely be touched by others. She came to view him as her father, and followed him as thus. When Halloween came around, Angel would sink into a personal nightmare created by Demon himself. The events that followed becoming his downfall, the bond being perhaps the only thing she would cling to enough to allow her to prevail. The night ended with Luink forcing Demon from her soul, into a crystal necklace that had previously been created to control her powers. Thus, Angel received her full power over a year in advance, as well as the dark spirit's powers—Nearly destroying herself and her sword before Luink sealed them himself.

It was here that she discovered that she had murdered her parents (or rather, Demon through her).

The next event would happen a few months later, leading an ill Angel to enlist the help of another of Luink's race. The man claiming to be Luink brother brought her to a cavern of blue crystal with changing power and effect; Where Luink had encased himself, suspended in a twisted pillar of the crystal above a pool of strange, clear water. The water, when in the correct power, was used to heal her before utilizing not only her power, but that of the near unlimited energy source that had been put under her control upon her parents death, to wake him.

They would return to their current home, and be confronted by a scientist by the name of Mer'Cury—A man responsible for constantly altering and effecting Luink's being (and to an extent, his mind). Both weakened considerably, Angel was only capable of preventing the man from leaving with her father. This led to him preforming an experiment with the two as his subjects. Said experiment would lead to the birth of Angel and Luink's son, Faolan (named in honor of Luink's wife).

Shortly there-after, nearing their son's birth, Luink's marriage ended—Sending him spiraling into a deep depression. After Faolan was born, Luink would become undead, accepting the role of the Lich King in attempt to reverse the effects of Mer'Curys latest tatic of killing him. Shortly after that, he would leave and be thought of as dead. This became the first crack in Angel's sanity, her only reason for living being her quickly-growing son. Whom was soon kidnapped by Mer'Cury—The same day Luink returned.

A few months later, Faolan would return as an adult with intents to kill Luink whom he saw as a monster. An attempt to not only follow orders of his master, Mer'Cury, but to get revenge for his mother. Whom he had thought 'the monster' had destroyed. Angel stopped him, and soon after they discovered their relations—Further twisting the complexity of this story, and family. For a long time after, she spent jumping between the two men's sides, trying to prevent violence.

There was no doubt in her mind, at the time, of whose side she would take should conflict arise. Never had she hesitated in siding with Luink, not even when it meant he may kill her. It would have been crushing to side against her son to defend the man—Though he needed no defending. Peace was shaky, but it lasted between father and son somehow. During this time, Luink found a new love interest...Who once again broke his heart, thus sending him spiraling into painfully obvious insanity, which Angel bore through to the best of her ability—Turning seventeen in the process.

Months would pass before he would come out of it again. By this point, amongst all the strange things happening, Angel was beginning to regain memories from shortly before her sixteenth birthday as well as come into her powers. Rather than having power over all elements, and shifting rapidly between human standards and uncontrollable fire power. Perhaps this was also effected by her own insanity and suppressed emotions—Luink had discovered yet another lover that would eventually break his already damaged heart and leave her to pick up the pieces yet again.

As the final—most painful (for everyone)—love interest was killed by the local madman as well as the monster inside Luink himself...Her memory returned in time, Angel would find herself with an odd situation growing between herself and Luink. No longer were they like father and daughter, but what exactly they were was unknown. Or perhaps, denied a long time by them. With her memories had come a certain amount of confusion and heartbreak.

A year of oddness would pass, with wide gaps between any interaction. Very rarely would anyone see Luink in a right state of mind—For either he did not know who he himself was, or was reverted into insanity. It was not until around New Years that he returned in a correct state of mind, to retrieve Angel and her son as well as transport all their Tavern's occupants to a new location—A new Tavern, a new home. The next day their old home would be reduced to a lifeless area by the resident madman, under the orders of Luink himself.

Ira arrived shortly before her eighteenth birthday, driving her deeper into insanity, if at all possible. Ira being a version of her younger, uncorrupted self. Wheres Star is the light spirit who takes up one third of her soul and can give herself a physical form, or project her thoughts and words for others to hear. Only Angel can hear—And sometimes see—Ira; Thus she is seen 'talking' to herself quite a lot.

The night of her birthday was the last she saw of the Shade, and her sister as well as gaining a silver charm bracelet from her best friend (referred to as Gin) which she can be seen wearing at all times on her left wrist. The madman of their homely Tavern (known as Garland Morthei) would begin prodding at the two—herself and Luink—about their relationship. He became her son's mentor, and took him through time for a thousand years in a matter of a second—Further lowering Angel's already less-than kind sight of herself concerning her mothering skills.

Mere months after that the two were given little time to full realize and accept that they had changed drastically in their relationship—The fact that they were both in love with the other being something hard to grasp with their past. Garland didn't provide time to think after this, forcing them to marry at gunpoint (something that does not sit well with Angel to this day).

Over a year later, at the age of nineteen, Angel has spiraled further into the depths of insanity and depression. Having obtained what first thought impossible, one would assume she would be happy. The nineteen year old believes this as well, and does her best to ignore the absence of her husband as much as possible. Having met a fire man whom she believes may be a phoenix in human form, it has become easier to bare. However, the fire man, Fawkes has become a point of interest to her, a man she might have very well given her heart to had it not been taken already. Unwittingly, she seems to have captured his affections as well.

Funnily enough, being Sabre's dimensional counterpart, she has come to discover that Sabre herself has taken interest in Fawkes. Perhaps the only thing that she is thankful for towards her black-haired counterpart is that Fawkes seems to return the affections. Thus preventing her from feeling guilt for even the thought of 'what if'. She and Sabre, on the few encounters that they have had (having just recently discovered each other) do not get along well at all. Angel, quite honestly, cannot stand the girl—Probably for the easiness of which she was able to come to where she is in comparison to the uncountable hardships and pains Angel herself has already suffered through in the last four or so years.

As of today, Angel has been through several harsh fights with Gin regarding each other's relationship problems. Neither of them have come out feeling better for themselves or their situations. Her heart has narrowly avoided being shattered, one of these fights being witnessed by Luink himself. It was all that she was capable of doing to convince him not to leave her, even if one would think that she would be better off without him...Though, she is not without accepting that she has allowed herself to inadvertently become quite the pathetic figure. One should not rely too fully on someone else to a point of spiraling into insanity-filled depression when they are not there—Especially if said person is rarely there.

Thus, she finds herself here...

REASON. I would like to be able to be happy even when my love is not around—Without losing him, or all that I've worked for. I want to stand firm with individuality again.

I FIGHT FOR What I deem as right. My friends, but most importantly my husband. || Why we gotta fight? || Good. My host.



. . . SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas a youηg ωomaη.


APPEARANCE

Angel
l1 ||2 || 3 || Sketches of her tattoo and the Sword *Note that I only did the angel wing on the tattoo/crest || Second example of tattoo

Little script made by a friend concerning Angel's hair coloring: 'Angel brushed a stray strand of hair aside. Instead of her normal colored tips, the red had darkened to crimson and had started to creep further up her hair. Creeping Crimson. How appropriate. The color, at some points, grazed the very roots of her hair. It seemed as if it threatened to overtake the last remnants of her brown color-base' --Her hair turns into black flames when greatly angered or annoyed.

The Basics: She is 5'8, scarily skinny and pale with electric blue eyes and virtually no bust. Seriously, she's a small B at best. When in human form, her ears are only slightly angled and pointed, faintly resembling a cat. There is an odd tattoo of the Sabre crest on her left shoulder (see above for a reference). And should anyone ever get close enough to see, there is a scar from a bullet wound just over her heart. She has three different sets of wings. Angel wings, Demon wings, and a pair of wings that look like the two prior were blended together in a dark grey coloring (the third set of wings is subject to change).
*Wings only ever appear if she is planning on flying, otherwise they are sealed and hidden

Normal Clothing: Slim fitting, midnight blue pants with a thin black belt. A sleeveless, silken black top and belted black boots that reach mid-calf.

Accessories/Other: Angel always wears a singular 'black glove' on her left hand, made out of swirling dark energy which seems to suck the light of the it's immediate vicinity. This cannot be removed, as it is not technically an item of clothing/accessory. Hanging on her left wrist, just where the glove ends, is a silver charm bracelet with several charms attached; For details on the charms simply ask. On the lobe of her left ear is an earring exactly like Sabre's own. A ring with a diamond-like stone hanging from it—The entire earring is a strange dark purple. Her head is adorned by goggles for whatever reason. A dark purple scarf is normally wrapped around her neck/lower face, moving with an invisible breeze and rarely hanging limp.

When her sword is not 'hanging' around, it is on her back. There is also a rapier sheathed at her right side and several blades hidden on her body. This doesn't count the few visible ones tucked into the front of her belt. A pouch hangs on her left side, most likely containing potions but don't be surprised if she pulls out some sort of oddity from it.

Ira: look like a kid! My hair is a mixture of gold and silver, and I have bright blue eyes and Mother and Father say I'm special and look very promising—Oh, but I can't really be seen or heard by anyone. See, my older self says I'm just a figment of her imagination.

Star: When I appear to others, I'm about Angel's height and size—With a slightly larger chest. My hair is long and wavy, going down to my knees and is the color of the sky. My eyes are cyan. Normally I wear a simple light blue outfit. Don't expect to see much of me, however.

There's one more...He (Demon) makes his only appearance in her past, but this is a summary of what he looks like when he does appear: 'Tall with semi-short, sleek hair, black as an abyss and eyes just as black, with hints of blood seeping into the black from the edges of the eyes...A pair of black satin tuxedo pants, accompanied by a pair of sleek, sharp-pointed black shoes. He wore a long-sleeved (black) over-coat, with crimson trimmings along the bottom, as well as on the cuffs and collar, and the middle-ends of the folds. Ruffles, that looked as if they were once white, but stained by blood, were present along the cuffs of the sleeves, and the collar of his over-coat...A shirt of the same black of the rest of his clothing underneath..'

PERSONALITY

Angel is, quite simply put: INSANE.
A kind person, when she is not swirling in her insanity, and normally very jumpy or easily startled. She does her best to be polite and respectful towards friends and strangers; Her demeanor can change very quickly, she has been known to throw and break mugs over her friends heads. If she doesn't take well to someone or something she will not hide her feelings. She sometimes has a short temper, other times she can be very patient or demanding and can be very violent, if needed. However, she is more likely to become caring afterward. Passionate about things in which she believes, Angel will not hesitate to kill, or slice of someone's hand for any form of lust towards her that is acted on---Lately, willingly touching her without permission has been a liable way to get one attacked, whether or not it was meant wrongly.

A mother in her own right, she is easily worried and takes quickly to children or anyone whom she feels needs protecting. Angel has a natural will to help others, and goes as far as being self-sacrificing. Though she has been known to be forgetful and childlike at times, she can also be cruel and very unpredictable. Though not quite 'there' mentally, she is overall a good person. Just, please, don't prod too far into her past; She is very sensitive about it.

Ira is, quite simply: Naive, childish, and the picture of innocence

Star is, quite simple: Calm, nice, warm-hearted and the epitome of patience. Angel's 'Guardian Angel'.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS

★Angel★
Various Skills:
★ Holds a strange connection with Sabre, allowing them to share thoughts/memories/feelings. Thus far, she has managed to block it out, but things still slip by. Should one discover this, they could use the link to effect both girls.
● Can understand many various languages ranging from English to Latin, as well as her own native tongue (normally described as faint incomprehensible singing). However, Angel cannot for the life of her. Read English or anything closely resembling it's style. Writings that use symbols or drawings are easier for her.
● Hand to Hand combat
● Flight, high jump (rarely if ever used as she can't stand heights)
● Lightly in tune with nature; Has very limited control over the earth element
● Working on ability to make clothes out of roses and other flowers.
● Highly skilled with potion-making as well as cooking.
●Shifts between human, neko form (cat ears and tail), and a tiny black kitten with red tips on her ears and tail; Prefers her neko form, and is known to go through rapid-fire shifts when sneezing/coughing.
● Enhanced hearing/vision (due to her feline forms).
● Does have skills in archery, but no longer uses the practice.

Main Powers
● Healer, but not particularly gifted when dealing with cursed wounds.
● Highly Skilled Fire Elementalist (natural body temp standing at 104); Can create things out of fire; Working on the ability to create more complicated things with/out of fire. -This is an ability she shares with Sabre but she is admittedly better at certain aspects of it.
● Can turn her body into smoke and travel at will; She is able to carry people with her for a limited distance in this way. The smaller the extra person, the farther she can take them.
● Uses various forms of Dark and Light energy to her advantage; These are powers of the two spirits who share her soul, Demon and Star. When Demon was stripped from her, Angel gained the Dark powers. She is able to utilize Star's Light prowess, but rarely does unless healing.
● Various shields/barriers ranging from Area of effect climate control to deadly upon touch; At least three barriers surround her being at all times (similar to a bodysuit of protection). These can be either physical or mental, and are rarely visible.
● A specific kind of telepathy which allows her to create mental links between herself and others as either a way of communication, or simply to sense where they are; This cannot be done without awareness of the other, and gives said person the ability to close the link.

Owns a vast collection of various weapons. She specializes in blades and her collection includes but is not limited to:
● A strange black dagger of magical quality she has yet to discover/figure out/master
● A rapier gifted to her by her husband (hangs at her side more often than not)
● Short and Long Knives/Daggers that will cut effortlessly through any non-magically re-enforced substance/surface
● Blades that can and will change sizes when needed/told to
● Surgical blades
● Poisoned blades
● Blades dipped and re-enforced in her own blood, connecting them to her being as well as giving them extra protection against dulling/breaking; This is a trait of most blades in her collection.

★Angel's Sword★
Her most formidible and commonly used weapon; Created out of various other-worldly substances as well as silver and her own blood. The sword was forged by Angel herself with the help of her two spirits (Demon and Star). For this reason her sword is near indestructible unless one knows how to break down each substance inside it's metal work--And has access to her blood. At which point the sword will break into three different blades symbolizing Angel and the two sharing her soul: A light-based one, A dark-based one, and one that is split between the two powers. These can be re-combined into her beloved blade, but with great risk.

The sword can change shape and form, being able to become a black tattoo-looking manifestation on her being, a protective dress, or even an accessory. It is, for all intents and purposes, a person of it's own. Though Angel is the only one who can understand it (and perhaps, if they are ever unlucky enough to cross paths, Sabre may too), the sword will move, work, and think for itself. Most of the time, it floats along behind it's owner until needed, or wanted. The blade is known to glow and change colors in tune with Angel's mood, and as such is a good way to tell what's going on through her head. I wouldn't touch it without permission though, as it is known to shock/burn those who do.

What was that? Why, yes, it is similar to Sabre's sword. The difference? Power, creation, and connection. Not to mention they look nothing alike; Angel's sword has three vertical gems in it's hilt, and no engravings on the blade (though symbols do scroll across it from Angel's native tongue from time to time) nor does it have a wrap/tassel. Quite frankly, Sabre's sword is more flashy and elegant looking. Please refer to her profile picture to see it.

Ira's bit: I relied on my spirits...But now my older self doesn't have to.

Star
★ Light and holy based abilities, including healing.
★ Flight; Teleportation in short distances
★ In extreme need can take over Angel's body, and change it's appearance to her own.
★ Very in tune with nature--Can heal plants and communicate with them in the lightest sense of the word.
★ Is able to utilize Angel's own powers, but prefers not to.

LIKES
Angel's major likes (or loves, as the case may be) are obviously her husband, Gin, and Garland. She is big on manners and training. It should go without saying that she loves swords or blades of any kind. Nature is also a big thing for her, nothing being more calming than taking a walk, especially during the night when she can watch the stars. Give her a rose and you'll probably gain some instant brownie points; An usual one will immediately put her on your side. At least until you screw up epically. Her most unusual like is swimming. She doesn't really like anything food wise, butchocolate milk and smoothies are acceptable, though she really does prefer her potions.

Ira loves chocolate milk, flowers, trees...Similar to Angel, she loves knives, swords and other such things. She also likes walking through forests and talking to animals

Star likes it when Angel's happy as well as polite people and the sun

DISLIKES.
Angel hates being forced into things and taking orders. Eating causes her to be sick shortly after, therefore she does not do so often. Some other things she doesn't like are guns, whips, needles and heights. Crowds of people, particularly doctors, and labs are something she avoids like a plague. In fact, if there are too many people around she has been known to bolt from the area completely. Bright lights tend to hurt her eyes, and those with grabby hands or demanding tongues tend to lose them. Angel absolutely refuses to don anything closely resembling dresses or skirts; Bad history with them, see.

There are very few people Angel despises, but they exist--Or did exist. 'They' being Sabre and Demon.

Ira hates holidays like Halloween and Christmas as well as her birthday. She shares Angel's dislike of heights, but most importantly doesn't enjoy fighting.

Star dislikes few things. However, things that harm Angel as well as rude people and Demon are truly things that anger her.

HOBBIES
Angel's hobbies...Reading, pretty much anything that offers new information. Training, as she believes that you cannot work too hard or get too good at something. Those are probably obvious, along with stargazing...She enjoys swimming and partakes in tree climbing despite her dislike of heights. Ira shares the same hobbies, and Star holds no hobbies to our knowledge.

FEARS
To disclose these is risky. I must first say the only fears I know of are Angel's. Star and Ira probably only fear Angel's death at this point in time.

On the other hand, Angel herself holds a great majority of fears such as guns, caused by shooting herself in the heart when younger. Needles and labs are something she fears by conditioning from her past. Heights make her freeze up for unknown reasons. She fears losing her powers, due to how fragile her body is without barriers to protect it. In all seriousness, when her barriers are down Angel is a fragile as an eggshell. Amazingly, she's only broken one bone before thanks to Shanumoras, a shadow monster/being that lives in Luink and her son, Faolan. Her greatest fear is losing her husband, or son...Well, maybe it's actually Demon returning. One can never be sure. One final thing; For however little they are mentioned, Angel fears her parents beyond comprehension.



. . . SNIPS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ aηd shε εxistεd uηhappily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Sabre; I feel contempt and dislike towards her. She's just a friggin' clone, I can't really even place why!

PERSON2 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON2. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON2. etc.etc.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Who I am Hates who I've been. || The Road to Mandalay || Runaway

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS [Angel Kratos] ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF TENDERNESS AND ANXIETY AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF AN INSANE, POSSESSED, LOVESICK b***h.





❝ So much for my happy εηdiηg... ❞

[Robbox]

no need to highlight ;u; ҉ --- Iϝ it'ℓl Єnterʈaiη ℳe, ɪ caη bε your paωη. ҉

♣ ( ( Wrolly Von ℒestat ) ) ● ( ( 23 -eternally- ) ) ● ( ( Human host of a Demon ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( February 19 ) ) ₪

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON. WISH/REASON FOR BEING IN THE GAME.

I FIGHT FOR family/good/evil/myself/etc.



. . . SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas an it.


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

PERSONALITY
2+ PARAGRAPHS. important traits colored/bolded/underlined.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Be creative with formatting, just make sure it looks nice and has some detail. c:

LIKES
(atleast 7) in one paragraph or more. bold, color, or underline the likes.

DISLIKES.
(atleast 7) in one paragraph or more. bold, color, or underline the dislikes.

HOBBIES
in one paragraph. bold, color, or underline the hobbies.

FEARS
in one paragraph. bold, color or underline the fear/s.



. . . SNIPS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ aηd He ϩupposεdly livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

PERSON1 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON1. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON1. etc.etc.

PERSON2 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON2. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON2. etc.etc.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
SONGS OR TUNES THAT REPRESENT YOUR CHARACTER. External links plz?

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS YOUR USERNAME. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF fEar AND joY AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A MATCH.





❝ a quote/lyric that sums up your character. ❞

[x Ookami - Imouto x]

❝ Take me for a ride into the great unknown, and then I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Rima Leafe ) ) ● ( ( 16 ) ) ● ( ( Half Dragon Half human ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( May 16 ) ) ★

★oηce upoη a timε...

BIOGRAPHY. Rima Leafe has no memory of her family or friends, truthfully she has no memory of her of parts of her life. All she can remember are the horrible days of her life of which she was in most pain. The most live memory and most vivid memory is when she was injected with serum to make her like a dragon.
If she closes her eye's and has no thoughts, suddenly her horrible past will seep into her mind and she can remember being stabbed with needles and shoved in a small create. She still has scars of her past but she hides them afraid people will judge her for what she is.

REASON. If I remember correctly I was running away from captivity and I fell over a cliff.

I FIGHT FOR Good.

. . . SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★thεrε ωas a Creature

APPEARANCE
Rima is a has a slim figure due to her Dragon half and all the food she eats is worked off by flying. Everyday she has to eat three times as much as humans eat just to keep herself alive. Her bones are thinner but it helps her heal faster. Her hair is a strawberry pink and her eye's are sometimes the color a red ruby. she also has white wings, tail, and very stubby horns when she is not in dragon form.
Rima doesn't like to put much emotion in her voice when she speaks and only her eye's show the emotion most of the time. her nails are an unnatural black and have a added two centimeters then most people and they rarely break. Her mask.

PERSONALITY
Rima is the strong type, She doesn't like to be bossed and she rarely trusts the ones around her especially people who wear white coats. Sometimes she will go to the most extreme measures to get what she wants.
If Rima has a pen she will draw on her hands or on anything she can get her hands onto, but this rarely happens. Sometimes she likes to carve into trees or draw into the dirt. She gets excited when she sees dark or fun looking men and she can not contain her curiosity and excitement.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Rima can fly, read and control minds, unlock a door in two minutes or less, can learn the password of anything with just a touch, She can also morph into a dragon

LIKES
Rima loooooooves to fly in open spaces if not possible she starts to freak out. Nature is another of her favorites but not as much as men who always melt her heart on the inside and she doesn't show any sign of affection toward them even though she feels. She also loves cakes she just cant get enough of them especially the one with strawberry.

DISLIKES.
Rima hates fog or when she cant see or when she cant fly. She also hates it when she cant get what she wants. even the thought of sight of a Doctor will sent her into a rage or make her feel upset.

HOBBIES
Rima loves to draw or carve. She has a habit of chewing on her lips. She also loves to pester people for what she wants and she does it without mercy. Rima also swims and fly's.

FEARS
Rima is mainly afraid of doctors and the thought of falling while flying.

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★ aηd She livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥

LOVE ME HATE ME.

PERSON1 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON1. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON1. etc.etc.

PERSON2 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON2. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON2. etc.etc.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Exo-Politics - Muse || Assassin - muse || Muse - Map of the Problematique

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS x Ookami - Imouto x ● ● ●

. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF Hostility AND Ignorance AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A psycho dragon chick.

❝ Ignorance is your new best friend.❞

[Aeroden Eternium]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I'm your queen, not your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Cerumei ) ) ● ( ( Loosely around two-three thousand years ) ) ● ( ( Spirit ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( 12/31 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


in a land far, far away.... It's difficult for her to remember at the best of times; it's much more likely for her to simply make something up. Perhaps she is one of those rare people whose stories really do start 'in a land far far away', but it is nigh on impossible to tell. Cerumei herself can not properly recall her origins. What she does know is that she was likely never human to begin with.

In some of those seldom seen patches of insight and memory into what Cerumei calls the 'dark ages', she remembers living with a number of beings of a similar race, though which race in particular, she cannot recall. Her childhood was not something she thought of either easily or happily. She knows that her life was banal and utterly devoid of pleasure, and that said community probably went extinct, but how that happened entirely escapes her. The process of her becoming a spirit took several millenia; it rarely takes less time for any spirit to be created. The process itself is a mystery; there are rumours flying around that those who become spirits are people who managed to separate their consciousness from their body, being able to function without the need for physical surfaces, that they were able to keep a hold of their identity without being reminded, and had enough willpower to keep themselves rooted to this world without being bound in a body for a very long time. That spirits do not remember their origins, the researchers said, can be attributed to this. As a spirit, she is quite a young one, and has not yet garnered any affinity yet.

Of course, being a spirit, she can exist in any one state for an indefinite amount of time, her concept of it isn't exactly dependable. When she finally managed to pull together a form that was somewhat visible to the naked eye, she seemed to push away all other living, sentient beings. At this point in time, Cerumei resembled something more like a zombie spider with too many limbs than anything else. It's not surprising. Spirits take a while to even be able to pull themselves into something more impressive than a small sphere. Rejected by those with the force of life (not to say she wasn't alive, but she's not exactly dead either; she's one of those people that you get pretty iffy on when it comes to the issue of life), and learning that many of the races were still ignorant buffoons (her words, not mine), she allowed her form to dissolve and set her consciousness into a deep slumber within the confines of a fresh young forest, and waited until someone should wake her.

As it happens, this would take quite a while. In fact, it happened entirely by accident; some poor lost fool of a young human would, many, many year later, wake her in her sanctuary in a then ancient forest by having to go to the bathroom in one of its ponds. Not a pleasant way to be woken up, as expected, but at least this time she managed to take on a proper, physical, humanoid form (though it's a bit purpley for her tastes) that didn't scare away all other living creatures. With the exception of that boy, who sort of made a choked noise (imagine your surprise if you went to the bathroom and a woman suddenly appeared in your toilet) and then promptly went unconscious in a pool of his own urine, and drowned in it. In my opinion, the latter was far worse than the former.

Glad she could now socialize with the slightly wiser races of the time after a long sleep. She intermingled (I can't say blended in with a clean conscience) with the crowds of the present civilization, and eventually growing bored with the repeating chatter of every day and creature, sought to do something a little less.....mind-numbing.

The whys and wherefores.... Curiosity. Simple curiosity.

My loyalty lies....with those that can inspire my absolute confidence.



. . . SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas a young maiden.


Mirror, mirror.
As far as spirits go, Cerumei is pretty decent and fond of a human guise. Not to say that she doesn't stand out, but at least there are no extra or missing appendages. Cerumei is not a beauty by conventional standards (this point is highly opinionated). She stands at a shockingly average height of five feet and four-and-a-half inches. She is slim, but is neither curvaceous or bony. Her ovaline face is adorned with a small, round (and rather flattened) nose, a high forehead, and larger-than-average, very round lavender eyes. Her skin may be a bit of a giveaway that she is not human; it is much too pale for any normal, healthy human, and much of the time seems to give off a glow and appear translucent. Her fingers are also just a little longer than a human's, and her ears are leaf-shaped. For the record, she is double-jointed, and has a sun-shaped mark on her ankle.

The most prominent of adjectives applied to her is 'purple'. Not normally applied to people in general, but in her case, Cerumei's opinion of her appearance is very accurate. Everything about her is purple; her eyes, her clothes, her lips, her knee-length hair, even her skin has a slight purple tinge to it. Yes, when she blushes, it's not pink; it's purple. Another issue with her is that she wears whatever outfit she materializes in; so often, they are not very......run-of-the-mill. And her clothes seem to include a fair number of head accessories. She has a fondness for loose and comfortable clothing, and that is often what she is seen wearing. There is one thing on her tha never changes though; a purple feather earring she has in her left ear.

Not such a pretty face.
On the one hand, Cerumei is among the more benevolent of the spirit race. She herself is not fond of pain, so she rarely has any desire to inflict pain on those that she has taken a liking to. In fact, if she has taken a liking to you in even the slightest sense, than she will do what she can to help you. She is a willful and intelligent (she better be after all those years). Cerumei seems to be easily amused and enjoys fun and laughter, and she herself can be quite charismatic with little effort, though this may be due in part to the nature of her being rather than her personality. This particular spirit also seem to have an oddly pure heart, and is a curiously easygoing listener.

On the other hand, Cerumei is a proud creature, though not to the point of foolishness or arrogance. She believes that she's special and strong, and has a tendency to be right, all of which is unfortunately true. Another issue with this one is that she does not differentiate between what most other creatures will call evil and good people; this is where people begin to call her morally ambiguous. It is virtually impossible for others to tell what she is thinking, or whose side she is on. She also has an irritating habit of being able to do exactly that to other people though; she can so easily tell what they think and feel. Her carefree way of dealing with things really needles everyone else. What also feels like pulling out teeth is her annoyingly logical way of thinking; it makes it a lot harder to argue against her. Cerumei is also one of the ones who never feel any regret, no matter what they have done. And you know what else? For all her knowledge and logic, she can be a bit of a prude by normal standards.

I am cow, hear me moo.

• Cerumei has minimal control over all elements (e.g. fire, water, wind etc...). All spirits have some measure of control over these, but it varies. Elementals (spirits with an affinity for any element, noble or natural) are masters of their particular elements. However, since Cerumei does not have an affinity for one, she has some power over all the elements (but no control over the noble elements; her power in these is random and unexpected). But by minimal, I really mean minimal. As in: Cerumei can probably light a fire, or make a light in a cave, but a raging inferno or even tornado is far beyond her. This ability also allows her to converse with nature and wild creatures.
  
• Like any insubstantial creature should, Cerumei is able to pass through anything that is made of matter. For her, it is simply a matter of rearranging the particles in something so that she can pass through it. Some of you may be thinking 'then can't she teleport with this as well?' You're forgetting that she has no control whatsoever over the noble elements, and space is one of them.
  
• Cerumei, also like spirits of her kind, has the power of transformation into anything made of matter, be it a teapot or a tree. However, aside from the form in which she woke in (AKA, her human form), all such transformations from her are merely shells or shadows of the real thing (only elementals can transform into a true flesh-and-blood version). Still enough to confuse the senses of a human and make like she is real, though a good strong kick at her would shatter her form.
  
  Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.
  Honestly? Cerumei loves to bask in the sunlight. When a ray of sunlight strikes her, she is all warmed up, and sometmes she'll even start fading into the background, or roll around in the grass like a sun-sleepy cat. She loves to make exquisite little things with her clever hands. This spirit also has an issue with leading people she doesn't like in endless circles, and mimicking their own personalities back at them. She also enjoys making things explode in a magnificent manner, with lots of noise and flash. Oddly, she also seems to enjoy sucking lemons. Having been around for a very, very long time, Cerumei has also gained an appreciation for entertaining companions and knowledge that she has never known.
  
  Perhaps in another eternity......
  And of course, Cerumei despises waste, material, or immaterial, organic or not. For the sake of irony, she is also not too fond of the colour purple. Sweet foods and chrysanthemum flowers are an insane turn-off for her. It is also highly likely that she would punish you for serving her cold, bland tea. Much of the time, in another twist of irony, she does not like those that she admires, for reasons unknown. Harsh, questionable smells will put her in a bad mood for a fairly long time. Cerumei is also highly restless; she cannot bear to see the same scenery day after day. Sameness drives her insane.
  
  Testing dust and twiddling thumbs,
  In accordance to her likes, Cerumei will ,occassionally and without reason, set off fireworks of her own making. And, coming completely out of the left wing, Cerumei is also one for singing and dancing, and she seems to have gained some skill at it too. Although it is technically not a hobby, Cerumei makes a habit out of helping people, sometimes without them ever knowing (this is not due to her being a goody-two-shoes; sometimes people need to believe there was no outside help). When not sightseeing, Cerumei likes to collect interesting facts and bits of knowledge and wisdom.
  
  Monsters in my closet.
  This may seem a little strange, but, despite her confidence, she is very, very afraid that someday, someone smarter than her will come along. Cerumei is also scared that she may one day be bound by a human with the knowledge and power to do so. Her fears also extend to being forced against her will, to be manipulated, to be betrayed. But, most of all, Cerumei fears that one day, the world may abandon her.



. . . SNIPS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ aηd she livεd happily ηεvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

PERSON1 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON1. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON1. etc.etc.

PERSON2 I feel ___ and _____ about PERSON2. He/She/It is ____. I am friends/enemies with PERSON2. etc.etc.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
llWelcome to Mystery -Plain White T's ll I Talk to the Rain -Yuki Kajiura

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Aeroden Eternium ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF insufferable pride AND AN INFUSION OF charming naivete AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A princess.





❝ She'd stare at the ground,
She'd stare at the sky.
She'd stare at you for hours,
and you'd never know why.❞

[Gambits_girl]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I am in pain, but caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Lucy Macs ) ) ● ( ( 29 ) ) ● ( ( Anthropomorphous ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( May 14 1980 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY Lucy was had it hard ever since she was born. Born from an affair her father was having with a common whore. Probably in some ally somewhere outside a strip club. She was born and when her father didn't show up to meet her mother in the hospital her mother was not surprised. The doctors had left Lucy and her mother alone in the room for the important bonding that took place. Though her mother fed her once the nameless prostitute left a few hours later after dumping her new born daughter in the trashcan in the room. Lucy was found hours later and was sent to an orphanage afterwards.

Lucy grew up there her whole life. She had been sent to foster home after foster home. But she was always sent back on unusual circumstances; she would have reorganized the house and caught it on fire. She didn't mean to, it just happened when she found the chords to the house, they were always so mess. She didn't speak until she was about 5, this was due to the fact she never wanted to say anything not because she couldn’t. She did find one foster home that stuck for a while. Unfortunately it wasn’t because she was happy. They refused to let her see the social worker that was mean to check up on her and make sure nothing suspicious was going on.

At about the age of 13 the father began to see her more as a sex toy that just an irritant that required to be fed and clothed. She was abused sexually and physically by that man for two long years until she managed to awaken her true power and she used it to destroy the house and the people inside. The wife, the other child, and the father, she tore him to shreds and hung him on the walls of the ruined home.
When she returned to the orphanage she never told them what happened but from the scars and bruises all over her body they guessed the worst. She never told them that she killed them but she did grow her horns during that time. At first the priest cut them off but they grew back stronger every time. He instead simply filed them down so they weren’t so sharp.

When Lucy was 16 someone found her adorable and mostly well mannered. Though they were a loving family she had always dreamed of they had a strange way of showing it. After a month in their home They could no longer stand her nightmares and screams at night so they attempted to send her away to boarding school. She escaped them by simply running back to the orphanage, she then began to ask if she could just stay with the nuns and be one of them. The circum stances were not in her favor. Not only where her horns unnerving but she was deemed impure so she could not be a nun.

Lucy was 18 and the orphanage was forced to make her leave. She lived on the streets and couldn't stay at a single job for to long because a male coworker or a costumer would make a pass at her and she would spill their coffee on them or she would kick them in the groin. She only fell in love with one man. He was kind and he took her abuse. Maybe the man was an angel something Lucy desperately needed. They were married when Lucy was 25, unfortunately just a few months later he was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

That Christmas, Lucy’s husband died in the hospital. Confused and heart broken Lucy stood in the open window of their 23rd floor room at stared at the parking lot. She took a step onto the sill. The cool winter air on her skin, the wind blowing gently as a light snow fell. She yelled to the world “How can you be so at peace when the only thing keeping me sane is dead?!” She almost stepped out the window to her death when a nurse grabbed her from the sill and pulled her back into the room. And now she sits in the Bodrie insane asylum just waiting to die.


REASON. I want my husband back.

I FIGHT FOR Myself



. . . SUGAR AND SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas a Monster


APPEARANCE
Lucy stands about 5 foot 4, not the most threatening looking person. Though, this firecracker has no problem stringing you up by your intestines. She also wears blue jean Capri’s, and normally no shoes. They tend to inhibit her ability to change or it is harder to run in them. She just isn’t a shoe person. She has no problem with getting her feet dirty. She can be a bit psychotic the only major danger when you know you are in for death is when she is in her dragon form. Though it can only be done once in a while she is the most dangerous in this form.

PERSONALITY Lucy is not someone who will save someone at the risk of her own life. It isn’t because she isn’t brave enough it’s that she doesn’t feel any attachment to anyone. She has never had anyone stick up for her and with as unstable as her mind is standing up for her will most likely make her lash out at you. She is easily irritated and has begun to snap herself into a state where everything that moves is a target.

Lucy is compulsive and she finds self control when she arranges things such as rocks, twigs wires, and other movable objects. She almost finds this to be very calming, though Lucy being calm is rare when it happens that is the best time to attempt a friendship.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Lucy has the ability to change into anything she has ever seen or killed.
With killing something she gains it’s power, such as the dragon she gains it’s full size, ability to breathe fire, flight the whole deal.
But when she only sees someone with power she can only use powers she already processes and take on their appearance.
Also this is not a full transformation. She will maintain her horns while mirroring them unless she has killed them.
The only player she has killed is Hakuryu. So she can be any of Hakuryu’s forms.

LIKES
First off Lucy has a thing for purple and shiny things. Another way to earn mild respect from this woman is to show her power and let her take it. She also has a thing for the mythical creatures more so to look at them then to be them but when a griffin comes around she will take it down.


DISLIKES.
Lucy hates Men, blonde, blue eyed, men. recently it also includes blue hair dragons that have the nerve to take advantage of her. She can stand feeling weak. Lucy also can’t stand fish, something about the smell and the taste makes her want to vomit. Lucy also is not a fan of red.

HOBBIES
Lucy is not much of a hobbies person she is more like a action person. She used to play baseball. It was to make sure she had a hard swing more than for the game. She did enjoy darts, again self defense though….OH Lucy really likes to swim, escape but it is still a hobby damn it!

FEARS
Lucy has a few fears, one of them is to be burned alive. Another fear that she has almost over came with her husband, spiders. Seriously the woman can be a dragon and burn a forest or rip someone inside out but she can’t handle a spider. Her biggest fear though she will almost never let anyone know is men. She is so scared of them she lashes out with abuse and rage. All because of her violent past.



. . . SNIPS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ aηd She[ color] livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Hakuryu
Burn you damned beast. You think the first time I kill you was bad just wait until I find you again you slimy creature. Now I have you in my head, you irritating kyuu, your wretchedly long hair. You stupid powers. I HATE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING!

THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Just dance and Disturbia

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Gambits_girl ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF RESENMENT AND RAGE AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A PSYCHO b***h.





❝ A disease of the mind, It can control you, I feel like a monster ❞

[Royal Douchebag]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I may not be your God, but I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Satan ) ) ● ( ( ??? ) ) ● ( ( Demon ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( June 6th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY
You will be surprised to know that although I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years... Well, honestly there is little to say about me. My cunning and evil is known all throughout the age of man. All I ask for is a little lenience from the 'big guy', but no. I'm forced to either stay in Hell. Or be lacking the majority of my powers up on earth.

When in Hell I usually spend my time torturing people I don't see worthy of being in Hell. I know, I know... Harsh, right? Wrong! I spend all my time up-keeping Hell the way I want it while God just drops the people he deems 'unworthy' into my home. It is frustrating. I don't know why he gets to choose what garbage gets dumped in my home. Most people see me as a nice guy. You would be surprised. I have plenty of friends. It's just if someone has to suffer they suffer. Their is no right or wrong. If someone has to die I kill them.

I usually spend my time on earth gathering up people for hell. People I deem worthy. People who know how to have fun. If you know me, you know that I'm fun and very caring. I just love to play games. No harm in that right? I, in no way force people into Hell. God does that, so why is everyone always mad at me? They think I'm the bad guy, but I'm not. I just chill at home all day, while the God you worship throws you into my place, because you weren't good enough. Sucks don't it? Oh, no, no, no... By all means blame it all on me. I could care less. You just better hope I like you, because if I don't... Well, I think you will have to find out. I like to know my enemies completely before I begin torturing them. In my domain I can completely read your mind. I'll learn all your fears, and use them against you. I'll make you suffer in the most extreme ways. However, that is only if I don't like you, and your beautiful God dumps you here.

Most people wonder how I came to have such a lovely position of power. Well, to be honest I wasn't always the handsome devil you see before you. No, I started my life as an angel. A pitiful, disgusting, weak minded, angel. I was Gods happy little follower. I did anything he commanded. I was his best friend at one point. Believe it or not of course. But honestly... We were inseparable. I would do anything to serve out his will. Well, one day he decided he wanted to create man. I was all for it. I was like, “God... Do your thing.” So he did. I had no idea what a narcissist he was. He created man in the image of himself. Man was only created to worship him. They had no purpose. If he didn't like how some came out he just got rid of them. Dumped them like they were trash. I loved his creations. They were brilliant and amazing. However, the second they did a thing he considered a 'sin' they were erased from existence. I was disgusted. What a waste of such beautiful creatures. You would be surprised, but I wasn't the only angel who felt like this.

So, I one day got sick of it. I was the first being in existence who spoke out against God. I had to tell him what he was doing was wrong. The other angels were surprised... To say the least. However, those that did agree followed me. They agreed with me, and soon it was an all out battle against God. We were of course destined to lose. I was powerless at the time so I had no chance. He then decided to punish us. We were sent away to a place he named the underworld. Believe it or not, but we were not the first beings there. No, we soon discovered that this was the place the mortal men were being sent when God was through with them. The angels soon yelled at me. They blamed me for being sent to such a 'dreadful' place. I decided I was not going to tolerate being spoken down to anymore. I killed and stole all the powers of the angels around me. That amplified my power tremendously. I then decided to make my way back up to Heaven to strike a deal with God.

When in Heaven I didn't get much of a word in edge wise. It soon turned into a fight. One-sided of course, we all know the 'big guy' would never use violence against someone. I say it is because he is secretly weak, but he claims it is a 'sin'. We soon struck a deal. He would amplify my powers in the underworld if I was to keep guard over it, and keep all the spirits he sent their under control. At the time there was like, what? Five, maybe six hundred mortals? I happily accepted, completely unaware that these things could make more of themselves. Now think about it... If six hundred people all decide to make babies and s**t together... That's... Well, that is a lot of babies. Controlling all these souls became to much for me to handle. I demanded more power and help. God enjoyed what he was doing to much to argue with me. He gave me more power, and resurrected the angels I had killed. The ones who had betrayed him. They were however, a shadow of what they once were. These men and woman became known as the first demons. To this day, they are my best friends. When we all went back to the underworld, which I renamed Hell... I gave them all some of my power. These demons are known as the strongest demons and they all have made countless amounts of children together. So many that in fact I had to remove some of the more troublesome of their children and place them on earth. Which is why there are so many half-breeds. This is how I first began spreading my control out over the earth.

Now have you ever tried to do the same exact thing over, and over, and over again? Now I'm talking three thousand years of the same old thing. Trust me it gets really ******** boring. I soon learned that the more souls that came to Hell the more powerful I became. I also learned something else of great interest. I had complete control of all of my demon children and grand children. Well, any being with demonic blood in their veins for that matter. For every demon alive, it multiplies my power by two. I soon made it a necessity for more demons to be born. In a fit of rage I sent every demon in Hell to earth. Allowing them to impregnate any woman they came in contact with. Now as you can imagine God wasn't to happy about this, and soon put an end to it. I argued that it was cruel to leave us trapped in the same place forever. He had sensed that my power had since grown and decided that he must strike a deal with me, or it would be bad for him. He told me that if I was to limit my power a bit I could travel around on earth. I tried to get something for my fellow demons but he wasn't having it. I soon accepted his offer. Completely unaware that when he said "limit my power a bit" he meant nearly drain me completely. Now when on earth I'm not even half, of half, of what I truly am in Hell. It angered me, but I soon made some plans of my own to sooth my soul.

I decided that one day I'm going to be strong enough to kill the immortal God, and completely take control of all aspects of existence. So, I now roam the earth searching for demons, and even strong willed humans to turn into demons. I'm also looking for human followers. If I find anyone worthy of my cause, they are free to live a happy life in Hell with me. Ok, now I know what you are gonna say... "Satan! Hell is such a dreadful place why would anyone want to live there?" Look you got it all wrong. Have you ever even seen Hell? I've worked my a** off to make this place nice. It is lovely down here. Always warm, and the best part is... You never have to worry about your actions. Here I am God, and I say no action is a 'sin'. Heaven? That is where you want to go? ******** that. Nothing but a bunch of psycho religious pricks, up there. Honestly who wants to make it to Heaven only to spend the rest of eternity with a bunch of people you don't even like. The chances are... If you don't have a bible up your a**, you are coming to my place anyways. The only way you wouldn't like it in Hell, is if I don't like you. If I don't like you, you will be forced to spend the rest of existence suffering. Sorry, but every place has it's rules and these are mine.

I'm only here to play this game, because it would make my rule over all aspects of existence come by a lot quicker. With a simple wish... Poof... No more God. Now that my friend sounds like Heaven to me. I no longer have to slave away with a piece of my power trying to get followers to make myself stronger. No, with God out of the picture I shall be at full power at all times, and I will rule all. That is the only way there can be peace and happiness on earth. God only instigates hate and evil. I welcome it with open arms.

REASON
Very, very simple my friend. All I want is for their to be no more God. That way I am free to be myself on earth for all of eternity. You may not think it is a good idea, but trust me you will love me in control of things. I can really fix this mess you call earth up. I can get rid of all the flaws, and sickness... I can make everything one peaceful haven. I swear. Me in charge will be happiness for everyone.

I FIGHT FOR
I fight for my own beliefs. I think they are good, but the goody softy mortals tend to think otherwise. Oh, God also isn't to found of what I believe in, but I don't give a ********. You might call it evil, but I tend to think otherwise.



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★ thεrε ωas a king.


APPEARANCE
The problem with this is... I rarely ever am in my true identity. I'm always borrowing the shape of another mortal it is hard to explain my true form. I can only access my true form in Hell, because God doesn't allow me to be at my best on his earth. Hell is where my powers amplify tremendously. However on earth you will always see me in another form. Though I'll tell you right now, the honest truth... I'm one handsome devil.

The most common forms you well see me prowl about in is either a snake or the body of a man named, Yuber. The snake is simply a king cobra I came across on my travels one day. Did you know they are one of the most deadliest snakes alive? One bite could paralyze you in seconds, and have you dead in minutes. To think your beautiful, kind, and loving God created such a deadly monster that only I can appreciate.

The man you see was a Satanist. One who worships and respects me highly. I got lucky with him though. Most Satanists are whiny, fake, slash your own wrists, emo kids. That shop at stores that sew chains onto pants that are to big to fit even an elephant. He however was a man of extreme power. He wouldn't slash the wrists of himself but the throats of another. I don't know much of his origin, but I believe he is a sorcerer of sorts. To make a long story short when I stole his shape and his powers mixed with mine I was surprised to find I had an extreme boost in my already godly strength.

Yuber is a tall white skinned man. With long golden-blond hair. He has cherubic trusting facial features, and hypnotic eyes. He hides a powerful build under his long dark colored clothing. Also hidden beneath his clothing are two razor sharp swords at each side. He always keeps his hands gloved so his prints aren't left behind on his many crimes and victims. He tends to wear a black hat to cover his unique eyes which are two different colors, red and blue. His voice carries a soft and trusting innocent tone that can lure in the unsuspecting.

PERSONALITY
I'm most well known for being a trickster. You know the whole... Fooling Eve into eating the apple thing? Yeah that was me, and boy did that b***h ******** her gender over for it. Have fun on the rag ladies. Some say I'm evil, heartless, and cruel. Well... Sticks and stones my dears. I'm really a nice guy once you get to know me. I always keep my cool, and I treat everyday as if it's my last. Oh, and I just love making things into games. Really, competition is the height of fun in my book.

I think my main problem is that I'm misunderstood. People all think I'm about stealing their souls and making them suffer. No, sorry gents... That is not the case. I'm all about having fun. People just don't like how I play. They call me a cheater and a sinner, but no... I'm simply a player in my own games. You don't like it? Don't get in my way, or you will be forced to play along.

I do have a teeny, tiny, itty, bitty bad side. It can't be helped when it shows up. It is simply a lust for blood. I need to see it, smell it, taste it. It must be the demon in me. When I get like this I simply have to kill something. It is like a sever lust to hurt someone or something, and no it isn't a want. I need to hear the screams of agony. I need to see someone writhing in enormous pain. I need to feel their flesh ripping under my fingernails. Oh, and we can't forget the blood I must smell and taste it. Only when all of my senses are completely satisfied can I return to a more normal state of mind. This side of me either just comes out randomly, or it is triggered by a large amount of blood.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Well in my realm I'm all powerful. Untouchable, you could say. However Earth sort of follows in the jurisdiction of God. Therefor my powers are greatly limited.

As for what I can do in your little game. Well being the king of demons has its perks. I have complete control and rule over people with any demonic heritage in their blood. It's funny. I love forcing the greatest of the good to slaughter their own families. I love forcing them to paint their home with the blood of their own children. Then I can release them from my bonds and laugh at them as they suffer with what they have done. If you are a demon you can't escape your king. Plain and simple. If a person has completely submitted themselves to my will I can turn them into demons.

Oh you want more? Well I do have some other tricks up my sleeves. I can create, control, and manipulate fire in anyway of my choosing. It really comes in handy sometimes. You would be surprised at the amount of ladies I've impressed with my... fiery "bar tricks". I'm also an expert at manipulating the weak minded.

The last thing I'll get into is what you would probably consider my most dangerous ability. I can take on the shape and form of anyone I come in close contact with. Let me explain this. As a god I have the ability to lure in my pray quite easily. You could say I'm nearly 'irresistible' to the ladies, and to the men? They all come crawling on their hands and knees if I turn into a hot enough woman. When I take the form of another person I slowly begin to learn everything about them. How to control their powers, who their friends are, more importantly any knowledge they contain in their tiny fragile skulls. Using their bodies I can then get close to all of their friends. Thus being able to transform my body even more. Once I gather all the information and identities I desire. I can simply leave, or I can turn the close group against each other. It really is quite fascinating... and fun. To sum this all up... I'm a shape-shifter, and I'm quite good at it.

As you may recall I got into a fight with a certain Shadow not to long ago (see The Game one) due to the fact that he is in fact a shadow and not an actual being I couldn't gain his body as a reward for defeating him. I did however manage to obtain some of his very handy shadow type powers. I can now completely hide unsuspected in peoples shadows. I can walk though solid objects, and even sometimes people, and do to them much like what he does to Riot. In darkness I can make myself nearly invisible.

LIKES
I really enjoy a good game. Weather it be gambling, contests, or even fights to the death a good challenge is really my style. I find myself completely addicted to games involving dice. I don't know what it is about a die but the sight of one makes me giddy. Is this a weakness? It damn well could be. I love my fellow demonic brethren. Mostly because the demon is a powerful breed in which I have complete control of. I love Satanists, why you ask? Because they worship me like I'm their deity! So maybe I have noting to do with their creation, but I certainly repay their devotion to me when I meet them in Hell.

DISLIKES.
Bleah, if it is one thing in this entire universe that I completely detest it is, God! Him and is goody two-shoe angels. Mind you these guys used to be like my family, but they are far to blinded by God's power to be anything more then mindless slaves to him. With that being said it is pretty obvious that I hate things like the Bible, holy water, priests, or any of those mindless zombie human worshipers of god. Most of all, I hate the fact that I can't be at my full power when on earth. Which is why I'm here to change that. I will have my revenge against them all. They will end as soon as I win this game. Promise.

HOBBIES
My hobbies are playing games, killing people, painting things with peoples blood, turning people into demons, forcing good demons to do very naughty things, and being in complete control of things. I like performing petty crimes, and impressing ladies in bars with my many bar tricks. I really enjoy setting things on fire, I guess I'm sort of a pyro. I simply just like having fun, with nothing holding me back. What is the point on living if you have to follow rules? I'll tell ya, there is no point. The only chance you ever have at having the time of your life is dying and going to Hell. Guaranteed.

FEARS
I only fear losing. Which rarely happens, but if and when it does, watch out. I've been known to throw awful temper tantrums. Which usually ends with you lying in a pool of your own blood... Haha! I'm kidding of course. I'm completely fair, don't you fret. You trust me, don't you?



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★ aηd he livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Vegeta You were a good pawn my slave. Sorry you had to go so soon, but as the saying goes, "There are more fish in the sea."

Shadow I never liked you. You're worthless. You have no body, therefor you don't deserve life. I spit you out of Hell for a reason, and the next time I see you I'll kill you for good, worthless shadow. Why Drosselmeyer let you in his game is unknown to me, but I don't intend on letting you win. I'll even slaughter that worthless puppet you drag around to make sure you die.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Link.

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Doctor Kickass. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF EVIL AND PRIDE AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF ONE HANDSOME DEVIL.





❝ I know I've been a dirty little b*****d. I like to kill, I like to maim, yes, I'm insane, but it's okay cause I can change! ❞