Congratulations!

[Grindcore Lullaby]

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I'll be done!

Eventually.



- Notes

- Momo / collab / bio / Sebastian
- New witty makeup for last bit "Depression & Magic"
- FUU- FINISH THIS, DAHLIA!

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I'm not yet yours, but I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( A d d i s o n Mykel Monroe ) ) ● ( ( T w e n t y two / ? ) ) ● ( ( E l f ) ) ● ( ( M a l e ) ) ● ( ( December 2 2 ) ) ★

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BIOGRAPHY.Oh go away. I hardly doubt that you want to actually hear about my past. I mean really, it's rather boring. Here's all you need to know. I was born on December 22, in Stockholm. There, is that enough? Now go, get!


...

Oh, I see you're still here. Does this mean that you're genuinely interested? Well, I guess you are since you've stuck around. Or are you really that bored? Hah! What a joke. No one is that bored. But, if you are? Read on young person, read on!

I was born in Winter, I guess that has something to do with my.. Exceptional hair color. But honestly, that comes from my mum. You see, I'm.. I'm sort of an Elf. You know, pointy ears, long hair, pale skin. Kind of a stereotype among us. And if you're guessing about my pop, then I hope you guessed fair hair and skin too. Yep, pure blood elf. How.. embarrassing. My parents met together in a courtship I'd rather not go on about, I find it quite disgusting. Though they - my mother! - had me on December 22, a long few years ago. My mother always called me her winter baby, for many obvious reasons. One? White hair. Two? Pale skin. Three? December. It's not that hard to put together, silly.

But, let's get off that topic. It's almost.. Sickening to think of how old I really am, versus how old I appear to be. I'm an elf after all, we're immortal. I'm just.. Touchy about my age. Just like I'm touchy about my sexuality. After all, it's the reason why I'm here! Well, let me divulge into that. I'm homosexual, to a T. No, not one of those flamboyant pink-all-over gays. I'm more of a.. Subtle gay. Yeah, I know it's weird to describe it that way but hey; That's how I do it. Mmkay? Because if you can't get that through your pretty little head, then I don't know what else to say to you.

Now let me tell you a bit about my home life. I lived with my parents up until the bright age of 17, when I decided to just cut the bullshit and move out. Ya know how your parents are supposed to love you unbridled, and always? Mine were.. Different. I've been open about my sexuality since I was about 14 or 15, and since then I think that they have hated me. No, they didn't have anything against Gays, they just didn't want a gay son. So I guess it's different, when you have a homo at home, versus seeing a homo on the street, right? Right. Well, my parents found out quickly; and they quickly came up with a plan. It started out small. Mentioning things like "why I never had a girlfriend" or "Why I always brought boys home". I guess I was just too naive to realize that they were hinting at something much larger. From something subtle like that, they moved on to more straight forward things. One I'll always remember was the photos they brought home to me one day, shortly before my sixteenth birthday. Back then I hung out in a park a lot, with a boy named Dylan. Let's just say.. We were more than friends. And when my mom came to me with pictures of Dylan and I making out, that just kind of rubbed me the wrong way. They constantly said they loved me, how they would accept me as I was. Oh god, what a load of bullshit. When they found out it wasn't just experimenting, that I really was gay? They flipped s**t. Mom never stopped screaming, Dad.. He did as all fathers do. Kind of sulked, though behind closed doors the sulking turned into full out rage. Let's just say the scars on my back aren't self inflicted.

Basically? Dad beat me black and blue while mom watched. And I got sick of it really quickly. So I finished out school quietly, trying to pull as little attention to myself as possible. I think it worked out pretty.. Pretty okay. Though I think getting away from them was my biggest accomplishment. I moved out at the tender age of 17, and the only thing I had to my name was a high school diploma, the small Audi coupe, and a newly acquired apartment that wasn't exactly on the best side of town. But I think after that, my life got a little bit easier. I've always looked a bit older than my real age, which I will admit helps a lot. I got a job quickly in a small hole-in-the-wall shop, and that was my main and only source of income. But, it wasn't all I did.

I easily became one of those "party boys," spending my nights in clubs, waking up in another mans arms. Though let me tell you now, that stage passed all too quickly. Drinking and drugs and sex are nice, but my body could only take so much. But thank god for.. Thank god for Sebastian. We had known each other briefly though school, though myself being a loner we really didn't get together as much as we could have I guess. But during my party boy times, I came across him more than once. And I guess he finally caught on to my subtle glances, because he saved me from my own stupidity. I was working on a drunken haze, sitting at a bar sipping down Vodka shots as some boozer paid for them, when I guess he finally came over. And let's just say from then on, I've been like a puppy at his ankles. I starstruck lover, to put it stupidly.

I had everything I could of wished for with Sebastian. He was the epitome of my happiness, and the center of my entire being. We lived together in a small apartment, the income from both of us brought us to a more.. Appropriate apartment in my opinion. We moved up to the middle of town, and out of the slums. Though I don't think my bad habits ever got the memo. As we grew, my infatuation few with it. Our relationship went through the silly phases of head-over-heels love, to a more subtle and comfortable love. Soon, living together became just as easy as day-to-day life. Though, my day to day life still had it's little draw backs. I was still on drugs back then, and my drinking wasn't restrained to just social events as it is now. And I think, that's what tore us apart. My drinking, my drugs, and my bad partying habits. I blindly went on with my lifestyle even after Sebastian entered it, completely taking for granted what was right in front of me - I was young and stupid, and obviously oblivious to what was best in my life. And as quickly as I had him, Sebastian slipped away.

And I could never say the time I spent with him was wasted. Though I may have spent about half of my time with him wasted, really. I find my habits disgusting to think about; Most of my past in general is disgusting to think about. When he left me, it had to have been the most.. Horrible day of my life. The look on his face tore me apart, though the sound of his voice shook me to the core. And the sight of him leaving? Well let's just say that was one of the few times I cut my hair. I know, stupid. But love and destruction make you do crazy things. I still have scars from all that, too. Sebastian leaving me.. It kind of brushed away the fog that had clouded my mind for what had seemed like an eternity. And what comes with clarity? New light. And my new light was drawing me to rehab. Oh god, that was horrible. I'd rather talk about that at another time, to be honest. And if you're really interested just ask me about it, god! Because I found it to be an experience I'd rather forget, than reminisce on.

Well.. Now that we've gotten past that.. Oh god. What's left? Oh, right! How I got involved in this game business, right? That really isn't much of a story. It was another night of me being what I really am; Lonely. I had been out and around, choosing to end my night in a bookstore that closed around.. 10 pm? I think that's pretty normal. My life had been quiet since I had gotten off the magic pills, and started working on my magic skills. I had mastered a few elements - as evident by the jewels that line the tips of my ears - and had let my life quiet down. But, I guess some people still had some s**t to deal with that included me. And the s**t that included me? They never specified. All I can tell you? I take my beatings well, especially in the alleyway. I had been trying to walk home; Trying. An arm full of books and my laptop bag at my side and what happens? Someone decides to yank me into an alley, and slam me against a wall. TO say the least? I lost my books.

But I don't think loosing my books was the worst part. The beating? That was worse. Not like they said anything to me about why they were beating me up! Because that would've been too much ******** work. I got beat black and blue, and left without an explanation. No second date, I guess. Oh well, my loss. And you wanna guess who found me? Well.. Drosselmeyer. At least, I think that's who it was. And what next? I found myself being spoken to like I had MPD or something! Hah, as if. I'm not.. Crazy, right? Drosselmeyer offered me a gift, with a price. And I think I might have just picked the wrong answer.

I hope not..


REASON. I was happy at one point, but it seemed all potential happiness has been stolen from me. What do I want? I want the epitome of my happiness.

I FIGHT FOR A fading memory.



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




★ thεrε ωas an E l f


APPEARANCE

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Addison - A d d i ! - stands at a rather.. Solid 6'0, though with shoes on he can top out anywhere from 6'1 to 6'3 on a good day. He has the sleek and lean body of both a figure skater and a gymnast - passions since his childhood. God, so flaming! - I dress my body in dark colors, though usually light and often.. Sophisticated. Dark washed fit jeans strike my fancy, going with slim fit v-neck style shirts and slim fit jackets. Can you tell I like to accentuate my figure yet? You should, because if not then you're just blind. But oh, let me top it off! Black gloves. Wither with or without fingers it doesn't matter. Oh, that and my hair. Let me tell you a little something about my hair. Don't you dare cut it, or I'll cut your pretty little head off without a second thought. It's often kept down loose, though upon occasion it's pinned up into a braid or a pony-tail.Though those few times it is pinned or pulled up are during my skating and gymnastics. Just to let you know.. So don't be so foolish.

PERSONALITY
People like to stereotype me as the typical homosexual. Don't you dare, you're probably wrong. I'm not overly flamboyant, so don't think for a minute that all gay's are like that. I have a shy and subtle side to me, though sometimes I will admit I can be loud and reckless. Though that's usually when I'm out partying. Or using drugs or drinking. But I guess it's not that hard to get to know me. I'm usually pretty laid back and calm, just don't piss me off. Because I have a rather vicious side underneath this quiet exterior.

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

LIKES
I like.. I like quite a few things to be honest. Though I'll just give you the quickie version, to save some time. Anyways; At the top of my list? Rain. For a few different reasons, honestly. Though my mother always said it was because I was born on a rainy morning; I just like to read when it's raining. I dunno, I just find it calming. Oh! Speaking of my mum, and the gift she "bestowed" upon me,. You know, being an Elf, I come with magic. Just another trait, I'd say. Kinda like my sweet tooth

. I adore candies, just as I love beaus.. Another on my list of loves? Rock and Techno music,just to throw that into the wind. And finally, my slightly flamboyant side comes out with these two things; Gymnastics and Ice skating. What can I say..?




DISLIKES.
Ew. Now, my list of dislikes. Let me just start at the top, mmkay? Religion.I just have a distaste for it, due to my father. He was a religious man - thus, he thrust it down my throat. - Now! On to more practical things. Like frogs. Slimy disgusting creatures, if you ask me. Next? Something that afflicted me for quite a long time. Drugs and Drinking.Now I can't lie about my past, and I wont. Sure, I filled my past with drinking and drugs and other bad things, but that's over. I drink socially and take drugs as prescribed; Only. But, something that usually follows drugs? Rehab
Trust me. Once you've been there as a patient things change. Something not too unlike rehab, hospitals. Just.. Ew. But let's stray away from that a little bit, okay? I always end on a sexual note, right? Yeah. Filles; Girls. While I'm okay with them socially, sexually it's just.. Unattractive. To me, at least.
HOBBIES
Hobbies? Oh right, I have some of those! Though few, I admit. I love to read and write with a passion. And one - or two! - other things I love? Ice skating and Gymnastics. I've been doing both since I was a wee tot, and it's kind of stuck with me. Along with drinking occasionally.. Of course. And last but not least? Practicing magic. It's a part of who I am, how can I deny it!

FEARS
Fears, I have those too.. I guess. Rehab and Hospitals just make me quake in my boots. Along with big crowds and crowded places in general. But that all links back to some things in my past.


. . . 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.
They scream at me to go beyond The World Beyond My Wall.

Tokio Hotel

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Grindcore Lullaby. ● ● ●

. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF DEPRESSION AND MAGIC AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A ******** CONFUSED ELF.

❝ " I'm ready to f a l l
I'm ready to c r a w l
on my knees to know it a l l
I'm ready to h e a l
I'm ready to f e e l "❞

[Titty McNipples]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I may be nothing more then a pirate, but I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Captain Jack Sparrow ) ) ● ( ( ??? ) ) ● ( ( human ) ) ● ( ( male ) ) ● ( ( ??? ) ) ★

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BIOGRAPHY
I was born to a family of pirates. I was told that it was in the middle of a dastardly storm on the Indian ocean. My mother and father were both pirates which is probably why I love the sea so much. It runs in my veins. In fact my very first steps were on a pirate ship. You could say I was born with sea legs. Well, being the son of a famous pirate is not all that it's cracked up to be. I couldn't stand being so low in command on that vessel. Life was far to hectic, mate. I soon ran away to have adventures of my own. Let me tell you something... It's not easy running away from home when you live in the middle of the ocean. I had to wait several months for our ship to make port. Once on land again I stowed away aboard a ship that was heading to Tortuga. I only had a few of my possessions with me, so I knew the living conditions in Tortuga would not be very pleasant at first. It was worth it though. Soon we set sail. I was beaten around by cannons and crates in the cargo hold of that ship for days. Finally though we reached our destination and I was for the first time, a free man. I roamed the streets for awhile, enjoying the scenery and what have you, but I was young and stupid. I had no idea Tortuga was such a wretched place. I was soon beaten and robbed of the only possessions I had left from my old life, and I became determined to get them back.

I followed the bloody thieves to a back alleyway, when they disappeared before my very own eyes. They left behind a sack, and I grew excited. I for a moment believed I had scared the men off and they left my belonging behind. However when I looked in the bag it was not my belonging as I had hoped. It was an item called the scabbard of the Sword of Cortes from Captain Torrents, a vicious pirate captain with the ability to control storms. I had never seen anything like it before. I became determined to find out more about it. Luckily for me I ran into a woman by the name of Arabella Smith. She was a beautiful barmaid who had lived in Tortuga her entire life. She had heard hundreds of fish and pirate tales including the ones about Cortes. After I learned about all of its magical properties I soon set off to track down the actual Sword of Cortes itself. Arabella lead me to an abandoned ship, The Barnacle, I was given command, and, following a sword fight that I lost, found my second crew member in a man named Fitzwilliam P. Dalton III. It was only a three man crew but the Barnacle wasn't exactly the biggest ship. It was a beautiful ship, but nothing the three of us couldn't handle. Torrents soon discovered who took his item, and he now knew we were after the sword. He was determined to have the sword for himself. So he made a very large storm surrounding our ship, in hopes of destroying us. We managed to barely escape to a port with our lives. Once we made it to that small spit of land we ran into two other sailors, Tumen and Jean Magliore. We figured we could use the extra hands aboard our ship so we asked them to join us. They happily accepted. Jean brought on board her cat, Constance Magliore who I was surprised to discover was actually her sister before she was transformed into her current form by Tia Dalma.

Now that I had a ship and a crew, not to mention part of the treasure of Stone-Eyed Sam, a now-dead former pirate king with a fabled stone eye who was said to be holding the Sword. Me and my crew once again set off to find the Sword of Cortes. We soon were once again confronted by Captain Torrents. He once again started hurling storms at us. My crew and I boarded his ship to take him head on. I discovered I was able to counter his control of lightning by splashing him with rainwater that I collected in my hat. Yes, the same hat you see on my head today. You know I taught that same trick to a boy by the name of Benjamin Franklin. I really hope he remembers it. Anyways the entire ship faded away soon after his defeat. We then went aboard our vessel and continued on our adventure.

While sailing we came across a rather large group of Sirens, their song made most of my crew start to act upon their deepest desires. I was immune from there song however, because my only true desire is freedom, love. Unfortunately for me, I came up with some very poorly thought out negotiations with these Sirens. I was soon forced into a deal that would soon cost me the thing I valued most. I was warned that if should ever find the Sword of Cortes I would somehow lose my freedom forever. We sailed on
and continued to track down the infamous sword. We stopped for a brief moment at a port near Fortuna. There we met a man who simply went by Smith. He told us exactly where to find the sword and who currently had it. We took this mysterous mans advice and sailed on to the island of Isla Fortuna. The sword was in the possession of Left-Foot Louis. It was strange, but, what Smith told us was exactly right. Together me and Arabella defeated Louis. It was quite a battle I never knew a woman who could weild a sword like that. In the end I was forced to stop her from killing Louis out of revenge. The pirate had apparantly killed her mother when she was very young and she had planned revenge on him for years. She was mad at me, but she soon got over it.

With both the Sword and its scabbard finally in my possession, I was able to recite an incantation that unlocked its power, but also caused the spirit of Hernan Cortes to materialize. I had hoped to use the swords full power to become the most powerful pirate in existance, but I was unaware that Cortes, in teaching me how to correctly weild the sword, was ensuring he, would in the end regain control of the dastardly weapon for his own twisted and evil use. His spirt slowly started to take over my body. I found myself slowly losing control of myself every minnute that passed by. I finally realized that the Sirens curse was going to become true. I was going to become the puppet of this evil pirate's spirt. I soon remembered something Tia Dalma had told me about in a dream. I was forced to collect the eye of Stone-Eyed Sam, I soon found out that it was recently stolen by merfolk, meaning that me and my crew had to travel all the way to Isla Sirena. There, we fought two Iguanna monsters to free Tia Dalma. She then gave us the eye, claiming that she had stolen it when they weren't looking. Tia then reminded me about Cortes, a though I was not happy to rememeber.

We all boarded the Barnacle and soon returned to Cortes. Once there we unlocked the eye, freeing the spirit of Montecuhzoma, who fought and defeated Cortes for me. I then decided that this bloody sword was far to dangerous for any man to obtain. So, I carefully gave the Sword to Dalma, realizing it contained too much power to wield. After a further meeting with Tia, who warned me of many dangers I was yet to face, Me and my crew set out for Yucatan Peninsula, home of Tumen, and further adventure.

Unfortunately for me and my crew, Tumen's village held its own set of challenges. We became the main suspects when the Sun-and-stars amulet was stolen from the village, and were banished from the island. I resolved to track down the real culprits. I soon found them in a hotel in New Orleans. The thief, Madame Minuit, fought for possession of the amulet, a blow that turned some of my teeth bronze. Soon though her slave, Tim Hawk, turned on her and helped me and my crew escape. I happily welcomed him aboard the Barnacle.

Moments later, my ship was confronted by La Fleur de la Mort, captained by Laura Smith, Arabella's long-lost mother. My crew was brought aboard, when suddenly I was confronted by Silverback and Left-Foot Louis, both of whom launched an attack on my crew. The fight was broken up by Laura, I chose to remain suspicious of both pirates, and eavesdropped on a conversation between them, uncovering their plans to mutiny against their captain. This led to a fight, during the fight I stole Silverback's gem, and connected it to my medallion. This made both Silverback and Louis disappear. My crew and I were more then happy to return to the Barnacle, though Laura kept her daughter aboard La Fleur De La Mort.

After all of this, I was confronted for a final time by Madame Minuit, Silverback and Louis, who merged to form a giant, three-headed serpent that nearly killed me. My teeth were turned into gold when the Sun-and-stars amulet was destroyed. With the battle won [barely] My crew decided to return to their respective homes, leaving me and Fitzwilliam the only two men aboard the Barnacle. We sailed by ourselves for awhile. One day seemingly suddenly, my vessel was confronted by the Flying Dutchman, this was where I met Davy Jones for the first time.

Davy Jones was after Fitzwilliam's watch, which was able to stop time. Using the watch's power, me and Dalton escaped to a nearby island. After wandering for a few days, we were captured by angry natives and sacrificed to Chantico. We escaped again using the Timekeeper and ran to an Aztec temple. There, we discovered that we were on Isla Esqueletica while Stone-Eyed Sam still reigned as king. We were captured and taken to Stone-Eyed Sam. Once again, we escaped using the Timekeeper and escaped the temple.

By now the island was completely disrupted from all the time travel. There were prehistoric creatures roaming around and Stone-Eyed Sam was very much alive and in control of the Sword of Cortes and, to make matters worse, Captain Torrents was around and wanted his revenge on me. After escaping being killed by the lava of the island's volcano, me and Fitzwilliam were told by Chantico that we had only twelve hours to set everything back to normal or she was going to kill us. After getting down the volcano by hitching a ride on the pterodactyl, the two of us decided we needed the magic of Tia Dalma's kind and headed back to the Barnacle by traveling underwater with a tipped over boat over our heads for air. Once we were finally on the Barnacle, we were quickly captured by Davy Jones and thrown into the brig of the Flying Dutchman, where we luckily ran into Tia Dalma who helped us get out and gave us a clue how to return time back to normal, that the watch has to be in the possession of someone who doesn't exist in the present time and also that the person has to drop the watch when it chimes twelve times. After getting back to the island, and realizing that there is only one hour left, a sword fight starts between Stone-Eyed Sam and Torrents for control of the Sword of Cortes. During their fight, I realized that Torrents had to get Sam to hold the watch to set everything back so I had to get the attention of both Sam and Torrents when I remembered that the both of them want revenge on me.

Things escalated into a three-way sword fight with the Sword of Cortes changing hands several times, with time running out. I carefully threw the watch so that it wrapped around Sam's wrist as the watch started chiming. Just then I was knocked down and Sam was about to kill me. Suddenly the watch chimed for the twelfth time and Tia Dalma pulled it off Sam's wrist and time was quickly set back to normal, with Stone-Eyed Sam turning into a skeleton, the buildings crumbling into rubble, and the plant life of the jungle taking over. After Tia Dalma met with Davy Jones and Chantico met with Tia Dalma. Something surprised me and Fitzwilliam. They were all bowing to her. However, I soon noticed a pirate ship in the distance and began panicking. Both me and Fitzwilliam got back to the Barnacle where they see that the pirate ship was being chased by Navy ships. Fitzwilliam then held his sword to my back and revealed that he had been working with the Navy in an attempt to track down my father, Captain Teague, to arrest and hang him. I know, I know. I was shocked too. This was when I began not trusting people. Luckily for me I learned young.

So I now know that Fitzwilliam P. Dalton III is really working for the Royal Navy as a spy and has led Admiral Lawrence Norrington and the whole Royal Navy, to me and my father, Captain Teague (Keeper of the Code). Me and my father are soon taken aboard Norrington's ship. However, aboard the ship is a rum-lover and ally of Teague's, Joshamee Gibbs. He frees me, my father, and his crew. As soon as I am free I board the Barnacle to take out a Royal Navy flag ship. Then I soon begin sailing away when Fitzwilliam shows up and we then begin battling repeatedly back and forth. After several different battles I finally manage to win, I was just about to kill Fitzy when my father stopped me. Suddenly the Royal Navy's attention is brought to us and they begin to attack the Barnacle and the Misty Lady [Teague's ship]. Meanwhile, Fitzwilliam somehow begins following Teague's commands and the three of us end up on the Admiral's ship once more. The aristocrat then snaps out of whatever trance he is in and turns in me and my father, a fight breaks out between the two crews and me and Fitzy have at it one more time. Teague and the Admiral fight and when Teague successfully knocks down the Admiral, his son, James Norrington, is frightened and backs up only to fall overboard. Teague rescues James and his father chastises him about being saved by a pirate. Teague then finally decided to tell me that Fitzy only did as he was told because Teague secretly possessed the ring that makes anyone do anything you'd like. He gave me the ring and took me to the Isle Hermosa. After being abandoned here my father left me with a small ship. It was only big enough for about two people. Apparently that was my punishment for abandoning my family. I didn't care though I happily took the ship and began adventuring on my own again for new treasure.

After acquiring a new boat, I set off to find the fabled Poseidon's Peak and the treasure it holds. I soon arrived on a deserted island and ran into a sailor who is badly hurt and has amnesia. Following a night of fitful dreams the sailor remembers that his name is Bill. The two of us then trek inland to find any clues to where Poseidon's Peak might be. Before long we are captured by the natives, with Bill inexplicably able to translate what we were saying, we were challenged to fight for our lives. I of course cheated to get out of the dangerous situation and the both of us run into someone very familiar, Constance Magliore, who the natives worship since she swam out of the sea. After getting away from the natives, I had the idea of stringing logs together to make a raft to escape the island and while we searched for long logs, we dug up a chariot covered in sea life. We got on the chariot and it promptly takes us out to sea where we were forced to quickly jump off of it before it submerged. We soon end up on a small rock in the middle of the ocean. I, in a fit of anger, tossed Constance off the rock which causes her to lead us to an underwater cavern. Constance proceeds to lead us through tunnels that seem to go in circles until I met a group of people that were very familiar to me, the former crew of the Barnacle minus Fitzwilliam, along with Arabella's mother and her crew. I was especially glad to see Arabella but I was quickly heartbroken when she ran up and kissed Bill who had regained the rest of his memories. He told them that he was rescued by Captain Smith's ship sometime after they had split up with me. Not too long after this, a group of mermaids, of a higher level than the ones I had ever met before, asked us to keep the items belonging to Poseidon (his trident and chariot) away from Davy Jones who would use them to manipulate their kind, and in exchange they would show us how to escape the cavern. Shortly after the request, an unwanted face shows up riding the chariot and wielding Poseidon's trident, Captain Torrents.

In order to retrieve the chariot and trident, I challenged Torrents to a battle to the death, in which I ultimately ended victorious. The Sirens are then reunited with the chariot and trident and in gratitude show me, the former crew of the Barnacle, and the captain and crew of the Fleur la Mort the escape route, and upon returning to the surface, I bid my farewells to my ex-crew for the last time. This was my last big adventure of my teenage years. It only gets better now.

Once I finally became old enough I was employed by the East India Trading Company, and I was made Captain of the merchant vessel called the Wicked Wench. I was a good employee, and I always did as I was told. I was foolish enough to believe that the men I was working for were noble and good. However, one day a man by the name of Cutler Beckett, ordered me to transport slaves. I was outraged and disgusted by the job. I refused and set all those poor people free. Beckett didn't take to kindly to that, and in response, Beckett ordered the Wicked Wench to be torched, and branded me on my forearm as a pirate. I did not enjoy the harsh mark on my clean record. However, It didn't take me too long to begin to really enjoy my outlaw status, and I soon completely abandoned the East India Trading Company.

I was not going to just lay down with those actions by the East India Trading Company. The Wicked Wench was my ship and is was to wonderful to be laying at the bottom of the ocean. I was willing to do anything in my power to get the ship back, so I struck a bargain with Davy Jones, the current lord of the sea, to resurrect it. In exchange, I promised to give up my position of Captain of the Wicked Wench in thirteen years to serve for a century aboard Jone's ship, the Flying Dutchman. I however had no intention of keeping such a bargain. I became way to attached to my ship. Once it was in my possession again I renamed it the Black Pearl, and set out to live the rest of my life as a pirate.

I spent my beginning years as a notorious pirate by making a name for myself. It didn't take long for legends and rumors about my adventures and actions to get around. I soon had a very big reputation going around. People literally feared uttering my ships name in fear that it would bring my wrath down upon them. One of the famous legends told of how I sacked Port Nassau without firing a single shot. Another was how I impersonated an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy and a cleric of the Church of England. I also met the undead pirate Jolly Roger, he swore vengeance against me for believing his partner in crime Ammo Dorsi was in leagues with other pirates. Which was the reason for Jolly Roger's downfall.

Soon at one point I became one of the nine Pirate Lords, my domain was the Caribbean Sea. This was when I started to tie my piece of eight into my hair, and let it dangle over my bandanna. Because of this position, I was forced to keep in contact with my father. It is also during this time I had the sparrow tattooed on my arm to better identify myself to others as Captain Jack Sparrow.

With the Black Pearl under my command, I recruited a new crew, this crew included Hector Barbossa, I was foolish and stupid and named this mutinous b*****d my First Mate. We all had many adventures together. I was completely unaware of the events that were about to take place next.

I was surprised to find out that the treasures of Cortes would play yet again into my life. I was surprised but that didn't stop me. The crew and I soon embarked in a quest to find the island that hid the Aztec gold stashed away by Cortes. However, before the treasure was found, My entire crew mutinied against me. This event of betrayal was led by Barbossa. My crew marooned me on a desert island with only a flintlock pistol with a single shot. Barbossa was convinced that it was the last of me he would ever see. He was dead wrong.

I thought I was done for as well, luckily for me a group of rumrunners had currently been using the island as a secret cache, and for the next three days I partied with them, We all drank rum, and told stories. I was suffering a severe hangover the next day. I did somehow manage to barter passage with them off of the island. This little adventure alone helped build up my reputation in the Caribbean. People began making up their own crazy stories about how I truly escaped the island. I never really bothered to tell anyone the truth at the time. I found it rather amusing. I ended up keeping that single-shot pistol, making no modifications to it, but rather keeping it with the intent to use it upon my mutinous First Mate, Barbossa.

I had nothing else to do but continue piracy for the next eight years. However, I sort of got on a bad luck streak and was forced to steal a tiny ship called the Jolly Mon from Anamaria. The little dingy barely made it to Port Royal before sinking. Upon my arrival I became 'in the market' for a new vessel. I attempted to commandeer the HMS Interceptor from the Royal Navy, but I was interrupted in the act by a young woman by the name of Elizabeth Swann, falling from Fort Charles. I have a soft spot for woman I guess you could say. I wasn't about to let the girl drown. I dived into the ocean right away to rescue her. I brought her to the harbor and tore off her corset, allowing her to finally breathe. However, when I did this I noticed a strange coin that was hanging around her neck. I remembered that my old crew was forced to suffer a curse because eight hundred and eighty two pieces of this treasure were missing. They were forced to suffer forever until all the pieces and the blood were repaid to the chest of Cortes. I was shocked how could a girl like this have such a valuable piece of gold. I wanted to ask her more, but before I even got a chance to speak to her, Commodore James Norrington arrived to arrest me.

Despite having saved Governor Weatherby Swann's daughter, I was
sentenced to be hanged. However, I cleverly held Elizabeth hostage, ensuring the return of my effects before making my daring escape. With Norrington's men in pursuit, I sought refuge in a blacksmith's shop, where I cut off my handcuffs. However, I was soon confronted by the blacksmith's apprentice, William Turner, whose face I could somehow vaguely recognise, he foolishly decided to engage in a sword fight with me. I won of course, through a mixture of skill and pirate trickery, but Turner refused to stand down. I told myself I could not shoot Turner, and waste my single shot, I was soon to preoccupied with my desire for revenge, long enough for John Brown to knock me unconscious.

When I finally came to, I found myself incarcerated in Fort Charles, which soon came under attack by a fog-shrouded pirate ship, the Black Pearl, as I immediately identified it. During the fight, as I was luring the Prison Dog over to me, the pirate Koehler discovered my cell, and inadvertently revealed to me the existence of the curse of Cortes upon Barbossa's men. I was hopping he would set me free, but I sadly remained in the cell throughout the attack, but, the next morning, I was visited again. This time by Will Turner, who made a deal with me to help him reach the Black Pearl's port and rescue the captive Elizabeth. I happily agreed, and immediately made a plan to steal a ship.

Turner and I came up with a great plan to steal one of the fastest ships in Port Royal. We both boarded the flagship the HMS Dauntless. We only sailed for a little while before we were boarded by Norrington's men. We however slipped away from them when they were trying to regain control of the ship and direct it back to the port. While they did that, we boarded Norrington's much faster ship, the Interceptor. We used that ship to flee Port Royal everything went according to plan when Norrington was unable to follow Us. Will and I had disabled the rudder chain making the Dauntless temporally immobile.

Will and I soon arrived in Tortuga. I had to track down an old friend of mine by the name of Joshamee Gibbs. I explained to him my plan to follow the Black Pearl to Isla de Muerta. I also explained that I was going to use Will as leverage to reacquire my ship from Barbossa. Gibbs and I soon assembled a crew, and set off in the Interceptor. I used my special compass to track down the island is was very easy, because my compass points in the direction to the thing you want most in the world. At the time for me it was my bloody ship.

Thanks to the Interceptor's speed, me and my crew arrived at Isla de Muerta just after the Black Pearl. Will and I were the only ones who went ashore. There, I witnessed the start of the ritual that Barbossa hoped would lift the curse, but complications arose in the shape of Will, who was far too impatient for my liking. I pleaded with Will to remain where he was so that I could begin my plan, but that bugger knocked me unconscious and rescued Elizabeth himself. Turner took the girl back to the Interceptor, where he admitted I had fallen behind. Having sworn to keep to the Pirate Code, Gibbs ordered the crew to set sail.

Meanwhile, I had woken up, and found myself surrounded by Barbossa's pirates. I quickly Invoked the right of parley, I was brought before Barbossa, and made a deal with him, to tell him the person whose blood would lift their curse, because Elizabeth's blood had had no effect. I was brought along as the pirates set sail to pursue the Interceptor, and I found myself aboard my former ship for the first time in eight years. However, when I suggested to Barbossa that he attempt a negotiation with the Interceptor's' crew, I was locked in the brig.

I witnessed the battle from within my cell, but when a stray shot smashed the lock, I was able to return to the deck, and I slyly helped my crew in the fight. Noticing Barbossa's monkey making off with the medallion, I chased it, and once more found myself face to face with Barbossa aboard the Pearl. This time, Barbossa was not so lenient, and made me walk the plank along with Elizabeth, I sadly had no choice but to make for the island I had been marooned on ten years earlier. Fortunately, Barbossa allowed me to keep my pistol, still with its single shot.

With the rumrunners no longer in business, I had no plan of escape. However, Elizabeth proved more cunning than I had expected, and, after getting me very drunk, proceeded to burn the rum cache, hoping the ensuing fire would attract attention. I was outraged by the plan, and I was tempted to even shoot Elizabeth if only I had possessed more than one shot, but a short time later, help did indeed arrive in the form of the Dauntless, and both Elizabeth and I were rescued.

On board, Elizabeth and I persuaded Commodore Norrington to set sail after the Black Pearl and rescue Will, though yet again I had other plans in mind, but I went along with it. I convinced Norrington into allowing me to go ashore alone, and I once again confronted Barbossa in the treasure cave, just as the ritual began for a second time, this time with Will as the sacrifice. I stalled the proceedings, and managed to steal one of the coins from the chest, while convincing the cursed crew to defeat Norrington before lifting their curse. Barbossa sent all but a few of his men to attack the Royal Navy forces outside, while he, Will, and I remained in the cave. It was at this point that I showed my true colors.

Stealing a sword from one of Barbossa's men, I engaged my former first mate in a deadly duel, in which Barbossa seemed to gain the upper hand. The fight led them around the cave, until Barbossa cut it short by declaring that, as an immortal, I could not kill him. I still tried anyway, but Barbossa merely sighed at the sword plunged into his body, and responded in kind, stabbing me in the gut. Victory was denied, however, when I stumbled backwards into a shaft of moonlight, transforming into a skeleton before Barbossa's shocked eyes. Holding up the medallion I had taken, I grinned triumphantly at my nemesis, and began the duel again.

By this time, Elizabeth had joined Will in the cave, and, working together, they had dispatched the remaining Black Pearl pirates. Noticing Will standing over the chest, I quickly cut my hand with my sword, staining my medallion with my own blood, and then I tossed it to Will as he did the same. Will dropped both coins into the chest, and I finally used my single shot, firing it into Barbossa's heart. Barbossa realized he had been deceived moments before he toppled backwards, dead.

Avenged and the curse now lifted from me, I set about searching through the treasure cave for items of particular value. However, upon my return to the open water, I discovered my crew had already departed in the Black Pearl, after Elizabeth had failed to convince them to stay and help in the fight. I had no choice but to accompany the Royal Navy back to Port Royal.

For my many crimes, I was sentenced to be executed by hanging, and grimly awaited my fate in the courtyard of the fortress. However, Will Turner was also present, and he acually planned on saving me. I was very suprised. When he finally realeased me from my bonds. We fought the Commodore's soldiers, but in the end we were surrounded. It was only when Elizabeth decided to stand with us that Governor Swann ordered the soldiers to lower their weapons. Seizing my chance, and noticing a familiar parrot nearby, I made my escape. This one is embarrassing but as I was bragging to the soldiers I accidentally tripped over the fort wall diving into the ocean just as the Black Pearl rounded the cove. In the face of this alarming chain of events, and crushed by Elizabeth's confession of her love for Will, Commodore Norrington decided not to immediately pursue me, giving me time to escape.

I was brought aboard the Pearl, and was once more given command of my ship. I ordered my crew to set sail, regained my hat and compass, and headed off on another adventure on the high seas.

As Captain of the Black Pearl once again, I continued being a pirate, but soon realized my freedom came at a cost. The debt I had sworn to Davy Jones thirteen years prior had still not been paid. I soon embarked on a quest to locate the Dead Man's Chest, rumored to contain the still-beating heart of Davy Jones. First, I had to find the key to the chest, and soon found a valuable drawing of the key in a Turkish prison, giving me an advantage in my quest. I was able to obtain this drawing, but soon encountered trouble, and fled the island within the confines of a coffin launched out to sea. I used the coffin as a makeshift boat to return to the Black Pearl, where I informed my crew of my new venture.

That night, while I was searching for some rum, I was visited in the Pearl's cellar by Bootstrap Bill Turner, currently serving as part of Davy Jones' crew aboard the Flying Dutchman. Turner informed me that my time was up, and Jones was calling in my debt. In order to prove it to me, Turner branded me with the Black Spot. This sent chills straight to my heart and caused me to begin the quest for the key as soon as possible, though I was afraid of what my debt might entail, I could not bring myself to tell my crew what powerful force was coming after us.

I knew that as long as I stayed on the open seas, I was in danger, so the Pearl weighed anchor at Pelegosto, the closest body of land, and one which I was familiar with. Even here, the crew of the Pearl was not safe, as they were captured by a group of cannibalistic natives. I was made the chief of the tribe, and was allowed to retain my position as long as I acted like a chief. I found my luck had still not improved when I learned that the natives believed that I was a god, and I would be eaten to release my spirit from its "fleshy prison".

Despite this, I played along, all while looking for a way to escape. Meanwhile, some of my crew had already been eaten, and the rest held in cages made from the bones of our former companions.

My situation finally improved when William Turner arrived, He was trying to find me in order to obtain my compass for Lord Cutler Beckett. Will caused a distraction, through his capture and attempt at escape from the cannibals, which gave me the time I needed to escape. Will, the surviving crew, and I returned to the Black Pearl and set sail, though I still refused to head into open water. Instead, I had unfinished business on another part of Pelegosto.

The crew traveled up-river in boats to the shack of Tia Dalma, where I had hoped to find information on the key to the chest which contained Davy Jones's heart. By this time me and Tia Dalma had a lot of history. In my younger years me and that woman were inseparable.

Upon arrival at her shack, however, I was somewhat angry to find Dalma took more interest in Will than me. However, I was able to trade Barbossa' undead monkey in exchange for information on the the location of the key, and details about Jones's heart. I was also given a jar of dirt, because Tia said that Davy Jones could only make port one day for every decade, and so I would bring land, in some form, with me.

Armed with this knowledge, the crew set out to find Jones' ship. Will was not surprisingly captured by Jones' crew after I told him to say "Jack Sparrow sent me to settle his debt", and Davy Jones himself confronted me aboard the Pearl. He demanded my debt be paid, but agreed that, should I bring him one hundred souls in three days I would be free. As slim a chance as this was, I took it, and immediately set sail for Tortuga, noting that Jones did not specify what state the souls I get should be in.

Gibbs and I began recruiting for service aboard the Black Pearl, and managed to enlist a total of four mariners before a bar brawl broke out, started by the disgraced former Commodore James Norrington. Gibbs and I slipped out, and began preparing the Pearl for launch. At this point, I encountered Elizabeth Swann, having escaped from the custody of Lord Beckett to find Will. I soon realized Elizabeth's true desire was being reunited with Will, and I knew I could use this to my advantage. I told Elizabeth that finding the Dead Man's Chest would lead her directly to Will, thus ensuring that when she used my compass, it would point to her true desire, now the chest. I finally found a heading.

The Black Pearl immediately set course for Isla Cruces, the burial site of the Dead Man's Chest. On board his ship, I learned of Will's association with Lord Beckett, after finding his Letters of Marque. I took the documents, much to Elizabeth's annoyance, and refused to return them unless she could sufficiently "persuade" me to do so. Ahh, clever of me... Wouldn't you agree?

Later on during the journey, I again approached Elizabeth, offering her a drink and stated that she would come over to my side in time. I stated that Elizabeth was curious about my way of life, and longed to feel the freedom I enjoyed. In turn, Elizabeth told me she was sure one day I would prove myself to be a good man, and I would long for the reward of fame that would follow. I was indeed intrigued by this, but whatever attraction may have developed between the two was soon disappeared when I noticed the Black Spot had reappeared on my palm. At that moment, Gibbs saw the Isla Cruces, and the end of my quest.

Upon arrival at Isla Cruces, I set out tracking down the Dead Man's Chest, using Elizabeth as my guide. I had Norrington dig at the supposed burial site, as pointed out by Elizabeth, using the compass. Her reading was correct, and Norrington soon dug up the chest. However, before I could open it, Will Turner arrived, having escaped from servitude aboard the Flying Dutchman. He refused to let me open the chest, wanting to stab the heart within the chest himself and free his father from his debt to Jones. I, naturally, wanted the heart for myself, in order to call off Jones' Kraken, and drew my sword. It was a standoff, Soon Norrington's stepped in and drew his sword, he wanted control of the heart for his own personal reasons.

A fight eventually ensued, in which I attempted desperately to get my hands on the key. The three way duel progressed on top of a stone church, where Norrington stated his intention to kill me for ruining his life. I put the blame onto Will's shoulders, and fled through the graveyard with the key. However, I was soon forced back into the battle when the two duelists broke an old water wheel, and continued the fight inside and around it as it rolled through the jungle.

In the end, however, I managed to hold on to the key, and opened the Dead Man's Chest after taking it from the pirate Hadras. Within was Davy Jones' heart, just as Tia Dalma had said, which I hid inside my jar of dirt back at the longboat on the beach. Davy Jones' crew soon caught up, and I became too preoccupied with fighting them off to notice Norrington studying my jar with great interest.

My companions were able to hold the pirates back, and fled in the longboat leaving Norrington, who instead fled into the jungle carrying the empty chest, thus distracting the pirates. I made it back to the Black Pearl, which launched for the open water, safe in the knowledge that I was now in possession of the heart of Davy Jones.

As I had expected, the Flying Dutchman soon caught up with the Pearl, and I didn't hesitate to begin taunting its Captain, while holding up my jar of dirt. Jones chased the pearl at first firing at it but the Pearl soon outran the Flying Dutchman. That's when Davy Jones called upon the Kraken once more, which began its assault on the Black Pearl. Shaking the vessel, this caused me to drop my jar of dirt, which smashed on the deck, revealing nothing inside but a pile of dirt. Desperately searching for the missing heart, which was already making its way to Cutler Beckett in the possession of Norrington, I realized my advantage over Jones was lost. True to my usual form, I turned to my last extra boat and fled my ship in an attempt to stay alive, seeking to escape back to the relative safety of Isla Cruces.

However, despite all evidence against me, I was not a coward. I was indeed a good man at heart, and I knew I could not leave my crew to die in the attack, and I soon began rowing back to my beloved Black Pearl.

I arrived back on deck in time to ignite a gunpowder trap set up by Will that wounded the Kraken and forestalled its attack for a moment. I then ordered my crew into the longboat, at the cost of my ship. Gibbs was shocked at my decision, but I had finally realized that after all, she was only a ship.

As the crew raced onto the longboat, Elizabeth thanked me for coming back to save them, and leaned in for a kiss. Our wonderful kiss carried us to the mast, to which Elizabeth suddenly chained me. She had realized the Kraken was after only me alone, not the rest of the crew, and this sacrifice would be the only way to ensure their survival. I honored her trickery with a smile, calling her a "pirate". I was ready to face my fate, I did stare at her womanly curves as she left my ship for the last time.

As soon as I was left alone on deck, I frantically tried to escape the chains. I managed to slip out of the manacles with the aid of oil from a broken lantern, though I was not out of danger. No sooner had I freed myself than the Kraken returned, its fanged mouth rising up to deck level. The Kraken belched out a roar, spraying me with slime and spitting out my tricorn hat, eaten prior to my arrival at Pelegosto.

I placed my hat once more on top of my head, I then drew my sword and faced off against the Kraken as it dragged the Black Pearl under water, lunging into its mouth with a battle cry of "Hello beastie!"

[Titty McNipples]

With that, Me... The captain went down with my ship, and Davy Jones considered my debt settled. My now Captain-less crew returned, saddened and defeated, back to Tia Dalma's shack. There, they raised a toast to me, but Tia had not yet given up hope. She stated that there was a chance to bring me back from the depths of World's End, though it would entail a journey to Davy Jones' Locker. The crew agreed, and set out under the command of their new Captain, the resurrected Hector Barbossa, a man who knew the waters of World's End well.

I was taken by the Kraken to Davy Jones' Locker, where I was forced to endure the worst punishment I could ever take; my beloved Pearl was stuck on a seemingly endless desert, while I myself was tormented by a series of hallucinations that personified the various aspects of my personality as members of my crew, torturing both my love of the sea and my idea of being the only "Jack Sparrow". Divided in this manner, I had no hope of moving my ship, as though my crew did follow orders, the flaws of my "crew" made the Pearl unable to make any sort of progression with no wind to move the ship. When Tia Dalma neared the island where I was stranded, she enchanted the rocks on the island to teleport to the Black Pearl, and the rocks cracked open, revealing an army of rock-crabs. The rock-crabs used their combined strength to move the Black Pearl. I was off the ship at the moment, but was able to catch up to the Pearl and boarded it in time to sail it out to sea.

By this point, my former crew, led by Barbossa and aided by Tai Huang and the crew of the Hai Peng, arrived in the Locker, obviously to free me. I initially believed they were all just hallucinations, but was swayed when I saw Elizabeth. I remained unfazed by their appearance, and even greeted my former nemesis, Barbossa, with cheer, knowing full well that their only means of escape, the Pearl, was in my possession. However, I was forced to concede that Barbossa, holding the navigational charts given to the crew by Sao Feng, would be useful in the escape, as in the locker, my compass didn't seem to work. Almost immediately, a rivalry formed between me and Barbossa with both of us claiming to be the rightful captain of the Black Pearl.

The crew boarded the Pearl and set sail on the endless seas of Davy Jones' Locker, knowing that if they were unable to escape by sunset, they would remain trapped in that dimension forever. I, however, was able to figure out one additional phrase, "Up is Down". I was puzzled at first, after listening to my shoulder angel and devil debate my future. I figured out the meaning, and got my crew to rock the ship back and forth. Barbossa, realizing I had figured out the chart let loose the objects below deck, until at last the Pearl tipped upside down under the waves. As the sun sank below the horizon, the ship returned to the world of the living at sunrise; the ship had literally been turned upside down to pass between dimensions, going from the bottom of the sea, and floating all the way to the top.

As soon as my crew got out of the Locker, Barbossa pulled a pistol on me, leading to a tense stand off. Barbossa wanted to lead me to Shipwreck Cove as I was a pirate, but I wanted to leave the pirates to their fate. This turned even Elizabeth and Will against me, but determined not to return to the locker, I pulled my pistol on Barbossa. Then it was revealed that none of the crews' pistols would work due to the wet powder of just passing through the sea. Barbossa and I were forced to cooperate, and made for the nearest island to find fresh water.

The island the crew found was the one on which the corpse of the Kraken had been left, after Davy Jones had been forced to kill it by Lord Beckett. I had a moment of sympathy for the poor creature, perhaps seeing the reflection of my own mortality in its dead eye. I confessed my fear of death to Barbossa, who reminded me that death, not immortality, was the only certainty. It was at this point that I decided to redouble my efforts to discover a way of achieving eternal life.

However, my quest was postponed by the arrival of the Empress, and the betrayal of Sao Feng. Me and my crew were confronted by Sao Feng, who punched me in the nose in retaliation for a "great insult" paid by me at some point in the past. I was forced to give up the Black Pearl when it was discovered that Will Turner had struck a deal with Feng to take the ship for himself, in order to catch the Flying Dutchman and free his father from servitude. I then asked the crew if anyone had actually missed me. Four members did... Marty, Pintel, Ragetti and Jack the Monkey.

I was then taken aboard the Endeavour, flagship of Lord Cutler Beckett, where my dirty appearance, and poor position did nothing to dampen my skill and creativity at negotiation. I struck a deal, promising to lead Beckett to Shipwreck Cove, and in the end deliver the Brethren Court into his clutches, in exchange for my freedom from both the company and from Davy Jones. Beckett, however, threatened to kill me and "Cut out the middle man", but I promised I would send the Brethren out to him, to ensure their battle. Our final negotiations were cut short though Barbossa and Feng agreed upon a common enemy, resulting in the Pearl's attack on the Endeavour. I nervously shook on the deal, then escaped the flagship and returned to my own vessel by using a cannon and rope, to find Elizabeth had been given over to Feng in order for Barbossa to control the Pearl.

By this point, I found myself unable to trust Will anymore, although Turner did attempt to help me honor my bargain with Beckett. I soon realized how far apart Will and Elizabeth were growing, so I came up with a plan where both me and Will could get what we wanted... I would stab the heart of Davy Jones, making me immortal, while Will could still be with Elizabeth and ensure his father's freedom. I then gave Will my compass and sent him overboard, and then continued on to the meeting at the cove, sending his regards to Davy Jones.

We soon arrived and the meeting of the Brethren began. I found myself yet again against Barbossa, and attempted to convince the Pirate Lords to unite against the East India Trading Company. I used my logic of surviving saying they could hold up within the fort, but it would be devastating for morale, and half of them could die. They could have also released Calypso as Barbossa wanted, but I thought that would be too risky. In the end I agreed with Elizabeth, who had finally joined us, and was now the Pirate Lord of the South China Sea. They all knew they had to fight, but chose to argue about it anyways.

When it came to deciding the next Pirate King so that war could be declared, I voted for Elizabeth, allowing her election, knowing she would support the decision to go to war. Here, I was finally reunited with my father, Teague, when the Brethren had to consult the Pirata Codex. In the meeting my father again told me... "It's not just about living forever, Jackie. The trick is living with yourself forever."

With the meeting adjourned and the Pirate Lords decided upon their course of action, the fleet sailed out to meet the army of ships of the East India Trading Company, the Black Pearl at the head of the fleet. When the pirates saw Cutler Beckett's Armada and how many ships they were going against, they all turned angrily towards me, and jokingly I called for the forces to parlay. During the parlay, I was traded for Will, who had been recovered by Beckett in order that my debt to Davy Jones would once again, be settled. Due to my escape, the debt had technically been reset so one hundred years were once again required. Because my plan was working, I was unconcerned with being sent to the Dutchman, though I was obviously slightly put off by Jones.

I was sent to the brig on board the Flying Dutchman, where I again experienced hallucinations. I weakly told them to go away, but they insisted that they couldn't go back to the locker without me. Then I saw a hallucination of what I might be like after I stabbed the heart, and one of my other hallucinations commented that defeating Jones would put an alternative far out of reach. I was still determined, and decided to escape and steal the Dead Man's Chest. I fled the prison the same way Will had released me from Fort Charles over a year ago. I then soon snuck the chest out from under the noses of its guards, Mullroy and Murtogg and I was also able to retrieve my effects. However, I was cornered by Davy Jones during my escape, forcing me to fly up into the Flying Dutchman's rigging, where a duel ensued between the two of us.

At first, I had the upper hand, I cut off Jones's tentacle holding the Key to the Dead Man's Chest, and disarmed him. However, Jones then broke my sword, and then took the chest from me, he then tossed me and sent me flying onto a rope. Swinging on the rope, I shot the chest from Jones' grip, sending it falling to the deck. We then raced to reach the chest while the Flying Dutchman and the Black Pearl engaged in battle around a maelstrom created by Calypso. I in the end managed to open the chest and held my broken sword over the heart, I then taunted Jones with his own question... "Do you fear death?" However, I was plunged into an extreme shock when Jones stabbed Will Turner, leaving him to die. I knew that the only way to save my old friend and opponent would be to allow him to stab the heart, making Will immortal, though at the cost of my own chance at the same. As Bootstrap snapped out of his delirium and engaged Jones, I fought with myself, struggling between my own dream of immortality and my one and only chance to save Will.

In the end, my kind hearted nature won over, and I forfeited my immortality. I placed my own broken sword in the dying Will's hand, guiding it to stab the heart, and killing Jones in the process. I was forced to drag the frantic Elizabeth away from Will's body, knowing that we only had moments until the Dutchman was swallowed up in the maelstrom. I then rigged a makeshift parachute and fled with the distraught Elizabeth back to the Black Pearl, moments before "Bootstrap Bill" Turner carved out his own dead son's heart to put in the Chest. Arriving on board the Black Pearl, the rest of his crew wanted to flee the field as the ship was damaged and the the HMS Endeavour was now coming upon them. I however was determined to finish Beckett off, and salvage the cause of Piracy due to losing my shot at immortality. When the Flying Dutchman suddenly burst from the sea, now captained by Turner, I knew they no had a fighting chance, and quickly readied the ship to turn on Beckett. Together, the flagship of piracy and the ship of supernatural power turned on the Endeavor, dealing a devastating duel broadside on the symbol of British Power. Lord Beckett was killed in the devastation, calmly walking down the stairs of his flagship to his demise, after which the East India Company armada fled the battle.

With the battle won, I said my goodbyes to Elizabeth, and sailed the Black Pearl to Tortuga, where I was found with Scarlett and Giselle, persuading them with an offer to ride aboard my ship. However, upon returning to the harbor, I found the Pearl was once again gone. Barbossa had mutinied once again, and taken my ship... Again. Leaving me and Gibbs ashore. I didn't let it bother me, however, I simply resorted to using a simple fishing dory left to me, it was very similar in appearance to the Jolly Mon. I had anticipated Barbossa's treachery, and had cut out the middle of Sao Feng's navigational charts for myself. After finding me a bottle of rum, I used my compass to find the supposed location of the Fountain of Youth. I sailed off in my boat, running up my own little pirate flag, sipping the rum as I headed for Florida, where legend says the Fountain of Youth is. After finding nothing. I still sail around to this day trying to find a way to become immortal.

REASON
My reasons for being here are rather simple, mate. I intend to get to the end of this bloody game or whatever it is you call this. I will wish to become immortal so I can forevermore sail the seven seas as a free man.

I FIGHT FOR
I'm a pirate by nature... So naturally I can't be good... So it would be only natural for you to believe I am evil, by nature. Which may or not be the case. It's all a matter of interpretation and perception, savvy? I guess for the sake of answering the question I fight on my own side, but what man doesn't?



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




★ thεrε ωas a pirate


APPEARANCE
I wear clothing and effects common to pirates although... As funny as it sounds I've been described to be partially flamboyant. I honestly don't know how people come to this pesky observation.

I wear long sea boots and long, linen trousers. A knotted striped-red sash tied around my waist, this is where I keep my pistol when I'm not in need of using it. On my back you'll see I wear a long brown coat. Underneath that I wear a faded blue waistcoat with a torn white undershirt. The left cuff of the undershirt is slightly ripped. I always wear a faded red bandanna around my head. Hanging from said bandanna is my piece of eight. The piece itself is nothing more then an ancient Siamese coin I found on the ground prior to its use in the ritual for Calypso.

There is more to me then just clothes, mate. I've dark brown dreadlocks and goatee beard. There are many different beads and random ribbon tied into my hair. Two of the many beads are red and white, They was given to me by the lovely Tia Dalma as a means of unlocking the eye of Stone-Eyed Sam. Other then that the rest of my hair has beads and trinkets I've collected from all over the world. See... They all hold a special place in my heart, they remind me of the many different, yet exciting nonetheless adventures I've been on.

Ah yes, I wont be forgetting my hat. My hat is my most valued piece in my appearance. It is called a tricorne. The tricorne is a special hat because it is specifically and distinctively known as a Captain's hat. It is faded-black and very old. However, despite its aged appearance it serves its purpose well, and it certainly makes me look good. The hat brim can be used to drink water from when arriving at a well.

Ah you want shiny? Look at my hands. I wear four rings total. You see this one here... Yes, the one on my right index finger. It's a silver ring with a single green emerald... Nice aye? Ah... Yes this one is a silver and jade oriental dragon ring. I got this on an adventure far in the east. I took it from a sleeping pirate. Oh, look... This is a nice one. It's a gold and amethyst Greco-Roman ring. I stole it from Tia Dalma before she gave me a rather large jar of dirt. This last one I stole from a very wealthy Spanish widow. I really don't feel bad. She sat on a pompous amount of wealth I doubt she'll miss it. Anyways, it is a gold and onyx Spanish flower ring.

I've two tattoos on my right arm, one 'branding' me as a pirate with a distinctive "P" by members of the East India Trading Company. The second is a tattoo of a sparrow flying across a setting sun. This is a well-known identifying mark, signifying that the bearer has sailed all of the Seven Seas. My back is also tattooed with a 15th century poem called the 'Desiderata'.

And in case this all isn't enough for you, have a peek.

PERSONALITY
I'm not one to brag... I'd say I'm about average in height and build. I tend to rely more on intelligence, agility, and quick wit to protect myself, rather than physical strength. Let it be known though... I do hold my own in duels by using a combination of acrobatic swordplay, trickery, and using any available object as a weapon. I sometimes prefer escape or negotiation to combat. I don't believe there is a need to fight all the time. There is less injury in accords. Don't let my more then humble nature fool you. I am a pirate lord. The pirate lord of the Caribbean to be exact. I also have the highest bounty on my head of all the pirates. I don't escape all the money-hungry head-hunters by having no skills whatsoever, savvy?

To you I'm an evil blood thirsty, gold seeking pirate with no morals at all. Suffice to say I'm a man who always adheres to the Pirates' code. I believe pirates can be good men if they want to be. I'm not usually known to risk myself for others, but I've done it once and I'm not completely against the idea of doing said task again.

I somehow always seem to find myself in debt. I owe many people many things and I don't have any intentions to pay these people back. I just hope I never run into them again. I owe countless amounts of people money. I owe Anamaria a ship. I did owe a rather handsome debt to Davy Jones... My soul. Luckily I slipped out of that mess, and I still stand here before you today.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
I've no special, flashy, wooshing, powers of any kind. To be honest there is nothing in particular I'm very good at. I've about two years of training in the art of swordsmanship by an Italian fencing master. That, and all the practice I've had shooting empty rum bottles on the decks of many different ships. All this meshed in with the many years I've experienced at sea. What more would a man like me need, eh?


LIKES
I love being a pirate and the feeling I get from sailing the sea. I feel a lovely form a freedom that you can't feel doing anything else. I love my pirate ship, the Black Pearl. I can't thank Drosselmeyer enough for returning my beloved ship to me, along with its brand new perks. Oh, didn't you hear? It flies! I never could have imagined soaring through the air before I got here it is an incredible feeling. I guess I sort of like my new crew mate, Maggie. She's a bit clumsy, but she has my back and fights my fights for me. I love not having to get my hands dirty. The thing I love most of all is gold, but that is a given for a pirate don't you think?

DISLIKES.
I don't like having a huge bounty on my head. It makes me a huge target of other pirates in need of a big pay check. I don't like Davy Jones and his bloody locker. I don't like how my ship is constantly being stolen from me, by backstabbing, traitorous, mutineers, like Hector Barbossa.

HOBBIES
I love sailing the sea with my crew in search of gold. I enjoy the adventures we experience together. I also like drinking rum and shooting the empty bottles for practice. I even enjoy wooing woman if I have time for it.

FEARS
I fear dying and never being able to sail again. I don't ever want to lose my freedom.



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




★ aηd he livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Maggie I love this women for the lone reason that she is easy to boss around. We are a "team" but it is easy for me to get my way with what we are going to do. Even more so now that she is on my ship, and I am captain. She is tall and powerful. I can easily say she is the strongest woman I've ever met so far in this competition. She has these freaky paper powers that she uses to do all sorts of things. She is a useful tool, with the personality of a dull rock.

Kanna I feel there is more to this girl then meets the eye. She seems to have more then one personality, but then again most woman do. She is more clumsy then Maggie, and that is really saying something. She is nervous and shaky, but I feel like she will get comfortable around the crew soon. I find it strange that a young frail woman is in such a brutal competition with nothing to defend herself. There just has to be more to her she isn't showing.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
This lovely little tune.
Lyrics.


MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Doctor Kickass. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF RUM AND SWAGGER AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A PIRATE.





❝
Do what you want, ‘cause a pirate is free,
YOU ARE A PIRATE!
Yar har, fiddle di dee,
Being a pirate is alright to be,
Do what you want ‘cause a pirate is free,
You are a pirate! ❞

[GoToBedMaggie]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ My true king is God, but for now, I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Emily "Chamuel" Rowe ) ) ● ( ( nineteen ) ) ● ( ( human ) ) ● ( ( female ) ) ● ( ( February 26th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Emily was born in a small town in northern Connecticut. When she was very small, only three years old, her mother died in a car crash. She barely remembers her mother though. Despite the tragedy, Emily grew up as a very average child. She was usually nice and not exceptionally intelligent. She had plenty of friends, and was really just your average little girl. Her father was a little protective, but he was very loving. He was a police officer. One day, her dad took Emily to a parade. As they watched, the nine-year-old girl on his shoulders, he spoke to her, saying something that Emily would remember for the rest of her life. "Em, when you grow up, will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned? Will you your demons and all the non-believers and the plans that they have made? Because one day, I'll leave you and I'll be a phantom to lead you in the summer and join the Black Parade. I won't be able to protect you." was what he said. If you ask Emily, she will be able to recite it word for word. Soon after he said this, he let her down, and they watched the parade, standing hand in hand. Then, she felt something drip onto her shoulder. Turning her head, she saw that it was blood. Blood from her father. She can't remember what happened next, but later, she learned that he had been stabbed and was dead.

Instead of being put up for adoption, she was taken in by a convent. It as what her father had wanted. He didn't trust anyone else. Emily refused to speak for the longest time, worrying the nuns that took care of her. They prayed over her, and read to her from the bible. Eventually, Emily spoke. A nun, Sister Augustine, was losing her faith in God. She hadn't told anyone. But somehow, Emily knew. The girl walked over to the sister, took her hand and said, "This is a test. He wants you to not give up." Emily was eleven at that time. This was also when she began to refer to herself as Chamuel, the archangel of love. She knew she wasn't actually a angel. She just thought that she was a reincarnation of Chamuel. She told the nuns that God spoke to her and told her that it was her duty to bring love to the world. After a year of speaking and healing through love, Chamuel went out into the world. She brought only the clothes on her back, an a bag of food. She lived off the charity of others, speaking God's word. She sees the "devil's influence" in others, and tries to rid them of it. But, there are some people that she thinks are demons. And what does she do? She kills them. Usually, the murders are well-planned and clean. Emily knows not to tell people, but she doesn't feel bad. In her eyes, she's just doing the work of the Lord. She only kills people occasionally, if God tells her that they are a demon.

REASON. To heal those that need healing and to rid the world of evil.

I FIGHT FOR God. But I don't fight.



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




★ thεrε ωas a angel.


APPEARANCE
Angel
Chamuel really looks like, well, an angel. She was clear, pale skin. She has big, blue eyes, a button nose, and plump lips. Her hair is long and blonde. She is five feet and five inches tall, and about one hundred thirty pounds. She is slender, but not athletic. Chamuel always looks innocent. Even when she is killing people. She appears to not have a bad bone in her body. She also has perfect posture. Honestly, Chamuel is gorgeous. Just, most people are turned off by her personality.

As for her wardrobe, Chamuel dresses in flowy, modest dresses in light colors. She likes to be barefoot, to be "in touch with nature" but if she must wear shoes, she wears slipper-like shoes. She never wears makeup or wears clothes that purposefully displays her cleavage or legs. The only accessory she wears is a gold cross around her neck.

PERSONALITY
Do you want the good new or the bad news first? Let's start with the good.

Chamuel is a very, very kind person. She sees the good in just about everyone and is obviously optimistic. Unless God tells her to, she will never lie, since it's a sin. Also, on a related note, Chamuel is always thinking about her actions and she tries her very best not to sin, making her a very virtuous girl. She is quite forgiving and trusting of others. Because of how she was raised, she is very innocent. She doesn't know much about sex or drugs. Overall, Chamuel is a welcoming, friendly girl.

And now, the bad. Chamuel is bat-s**t insane. She is wickedly unstable and sometimes homicidal. She claims that God speaks to her, and will put her entire faith in what he tells her. She is willing to do absolutely anything for her faith, including kill people that are "demons." She is far too naive and trusting of people. And though she sees herself as deep and in touch with others, she can be gullible and stupid. Chamuel tries not to sin, but she can be a bit arrogant. But, if you thought God had chosen to speak to you, you would probably be a bit uppity as well. She looks down on others often, though she would never say it. Chamuel is a virgin and finds any talk of sex disgusting.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Commitment
If God tells her to do something, she will do it. Nothing will stop her. Nothing.

Making People Feel Good
Even if people can't stand her, it's always nice to hear what your good qualities are, and that someone believes in you. She loves most people unconditionally, and many people like that.

Pity
Many realize that she is totally crazy, and they pity her. They are nice to her and deal with her quoting the bible constantly. Also, you are less likely to hurt those you pity.

LIKES
Chamuel likes helping people. It makes her happy to make others happy. She loves nature and Spring. Churches are nice, and she feels peaceful in them. She feels good and gratified after killing demons. Chamuel also enjoys quoting the bible and speaking to others about God. She likes animals quite a bit and also likes anything spicy. Really, anything beautiful can move her to tears. The idea of God creating so much beauty amazes her.

DISLIKES.
Chamuel doesn't really hate anything. She doesn't like some things, but hate is not in her vocabulary. Some things she doesn't like are demons. She thinks they are sad, vile, terrifying creatures.

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/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.
SONGS OR TUNES THAT REPRESENT YOUR CHARACTER. External links plz?

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS YOUR USERNAME. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF (emotion) AND (emotion) AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A (character personality/stereotype).





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

[Gambits_girl]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I am a monster, but take me if you will, I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Jessi Marie Lebou ) ) ● ( ( 20 ) ) ● ( ( Human/demon ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( March 25 1988 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY
Jessi was born to a large family of ten siblings down in the great state of Louisiana. She was the 4th youngest, but the first out of the house for the younger ones. She moved out at 17 not because her parents were cruel or she ran away or anything. She wanted to protect them from herself. She knew she couldn’t keep her powers a secret there for long.

At the age of thirteen in fact on the night of her birthday Jessi’s power... awakened. She said she had a head ache and walked away from the party. A guest, probably a hobo stealing food. It wasn’t like her parents would punish him until he touched the cake. She was groaning in agony and he came up and touched her shoulder. She whipped around and screamed at him as his innards suddenly came pouring out of his mouth while blood ripped his fingers off. He was dead and she simply pushed him in to the bayou. She was scared of what had just happened. The pain still continued.

She ended up killing three other people that night. She stayed in the Bayou fearing she had become an uncontrollable monster and had nightmares that she would do it to her mother, father, or her brothers and sisters. She knew they would notice she was gone and she had to get a hold of this. She practiced for the few hours she had to find where the power had come from. She soon began to see the life lines of animals, it was like a silver rope, She could grab hold of it and it would freeze the being. Letting go would make it reanimate. She figured out how to stop herself from ripping things apart before returning. Though without constant practice she would lose herself to the savage power and it would be a repeat of her birthday.
When she was 17 she moved out of Louisiana fearing that she would kill someone she cared about. Though the next few years seemed to hold the same problem, she would get attached to a group of people and fearing herself she would leave them. She found true love once in New Mexico. She would have married him if a flare up hadn’t happened. She during ehem an “intimate moment” she killed him, he raked her back and it set her off. She ended up freezing him and not letting go of it. Which ended up stopping his heart, though she technically got away with murder she hated herself for it. She now wants nothing to do with this cursed power.

REASON. I wish my power was gone.

I FIGHT FOR My family.



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




★ thεrε ωas a hidden monster



Jessi is about 5’9 and about 130 lbs. She is a strong girl and without her power she could probably take down any man twice her size. She is a born athlete and she will out run any bear on distance and maybe even speed. She usually has her hair in a braid but will sometimes let it down to brush it or to cut it a bit.

When she goes demon her green eyes become dark and almost black in color. She will often undo her braid in the trance like state and then attack. Although during this time she herself looks to be a puppet. She wears size 8 converse tennis shoes otherwise she is wearing a pair of black pumas.

PERSONALITY
Jessi has a sweet personality but if she thinks she is getting in to deep she will push you away and be cold to you. She can’t handle commitment and she doesn’t feel deserving of friends with the monster she is. She reminds people of a kicked puppy. She really does want friends but fears for their safety.

On the other side she is a ruthless killer. Someone else takes over Jessi and her eyes seemed to die as she will simply with a flick of the wrist destroy someone. She has been known when like this to laugh at your corpse and take things or lick the blood from her fingers. Something about her power as awakened a sort of demon in this young girl..

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Blood: When she grabs a hold of your life line she basically holds your heart in her hand, this can cause you to pass out from lack of blood moving.

Secondly she had make your limbs move like a puppet causing you to either attack your team mates or attacking yourself, the most devastating part of this is you have full consciousness of the situation and can do nothing about it.

Thirdly Jessi when she loses control of her power will rip all of the blood from your body and sometimes she will end up turning your body inside out. With blood pouring from your fingertips.

And finally she has a power that she can use for torture, her demon uses this and she will make the blood tear it’s way out from under your finger nails. It is very painful, almost as painful as having your nails ripped out.


LIKES
Jessi likes alligators, great in soup, or better yet gumbo! She also likes orange it’s her favorite color, she also had a thing for fur and goggles. She also loves animals, primarily birds. She envies their ability to fly away.

DISLIKES.
Rats, she shivers at the thought of the diseased monstrosities. She also hates insects and high and mighty people. Everyone is equal in her mind no matter what color not the amount of paper in your pocket.

HOBBIES
Jessi likes to sing. She has a good voice, not something to win a contest for the best but she has a cute voice that is enjoyable to hear. She also plays the violin and her forte is saxophone. She likes to run competitively and she does stupid sports like mud bogging and motocross.

FEARS
Rats, rats, rats. The woman dies a little when she sees the wretched things. She also fears dark and small spaces. She kills everyone within miles to get out she will pull them close and order them to release her and if they don’t she kills them. Her demon plays a big part when she is scared.


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




★ aηd it livεd happily nεvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME KILL ME.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
how she feels Monster when people call her friend you should have lied Jessi to her demon I want my innocence back

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Gambits_girl● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF INNOCENCE AND BAD STIUATIONS AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A GIRL WITH THE WRONG POWER AT THE WRONG TIME.





❝ I want my innocence back, and if you can’t pacify me, I will break your bones and if you think I am bluffing just try me. ❞

[Royal Douchebag]

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

★ ( ( Hisashijirou Takeshi ) ) ● ( ( Twenty four ) ) ● ( ( God? ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( January 6th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY


REASON
My true desire is quite simple. All I want is for the destruction of all forms of technology. Computers, robots, machines, if it can't run without an energy source it shouldn't be running at all. That is just my opinion, and I want to make it a reality, but I need your help Drosselmeyer. I agree to this game if you agree to my terms. Besides, the people of this world are better without wretched pieces of scrap metal and electricity controlling them, trust me.

I FIGHT FOR
I fight for whatever will keep my land alive and thriving. I would kill anything to protect my people and my land. That is my duty, as it is my passion in life. There is no greater thrill, or honor then to fight for the very land you thrive off of. Your land gives you life, a family, a place to live, everything you know and love exists because of the earth beneath your feet. Everyone should take care of the land as it takes care of you. It can not fight for itself. I hate to see the abusers of the world rip apart the very thing that gave them life. There is no greater dishonor in this world.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Samurai


APPEARANCE
I'm afraid the picture I submitted to you above is slightly obsolete. I have no other pictures of myself. That picture was taken on the day I became a Samurai, so it is several years old. I'll explain what I currently look like in detail right here, right now.

I stand at six feet tall even, you'll notice the sandals I wear with my Samurai uniform amplify that height by a few inches, but it is just the way the footwear is made, honest. Although, most of my family members enjoy growing their hair out to long, excessive, and unmanageable lengths I like to keep my dirty blond hair always above my shoulders. I, on occasion, will put my hair up to keep it out of my face during serious battles, but the majority of the time I stick to auburn or black colored bandannas with various Japanese symbols marked on them, to keep the hair free from my eyes. Heh, my most captivating feature has to be my eyes. They are either an icy cold blue color, that if you are looking close enough appear to be snowing around the pupil, or they are completely white, no pupil. This tends to happen when I use my time control powers, causing my eyes to remain this way for a good time afterward.

I always attempt to go for a more rugged look then that, pretty boy, constantly clean shaven look. I have slight facial hair growing around my jaw, if I were to let it grow out it would be a hideous looking beard, so I always keep it short and hardly noticeable. I also have a bit of hair growing on my upper lip, but again, of course I keep it clean and manageable. All the men in my family have very good looks, set aside my eldest brother of course. I hate to sound pompous and conceded or anything, so don't take me wrong, but I think it is possible that I may have inherited the gene for good looks. If you saw the family portrait you'll notice that I look nearly identical to my father, one of the greatest Samurai in in the past ninety years. I do my best to take after him, I admire that man.

I try to keep my face clean and blemish free, but you will notice on my face, that earlier in my training I acquired a nasty scar that cuts down my face. The beginning point of the scar is typically covered by my bandanna, however it starts at my forehead, cuts down my eye, and stops near the center of the flesh on my right cheek. I cringe at the sight of it honestly. The cut was given to be by a boy who was far to clumsy and irresponsible to be holding the precious katana in his feeble hands. I taught him a serious lesson, believe me. Tarnishing the face of the future emperor of Japan wasn't something to be taken lightly. I'm not a cruel man mind you, but you would have done the same in my situation. The imbecile could have blinded me. The other scar, that cuts across the bridge of my nose, I earned in battle. Although it bothers me, the sight of it is, simply put, hideous, I smirk at it. I know that I earned it properly in a battle. I defeated a man far stronger, and more experienced then I was, at the time. I received that lone injury, so I take some pride in it.

As you can probably imagine a good forty years worth of hard dedicated training, completed before I surpassed my twenties has given me quite a muscular build. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be soft and cuddly, but I'm not. I'm rough and jagged, my body seemingly cut out of mountains themselves. Scars from battles cover me, but as my body heals rather quickly they don't stay dark and noticeable very long. They turn to light pink scratches along my chest and back. The only really bad scars, the ones on my face, remain so dark, because I received them before my body adapted to the power of time control. My birth given gifts have given me many advantages in battle. One of them being that I don't have to suit up completely in all of my heavy samurai armor. Making me much, much faster. I wear most of it though, the very expensive, nice looking, shiny parts. The parts with golden symbols that glisten and sparkle in the sun and moonlight. Not to show off in anyway. I just like how it all looks. Along with assorted armor I wear armored dark colored pants and a red royal samurai robe. It was once my great, great, great grandfathers. It was passed down through the first born samurais in my family. It skipped my older brother and went straight to me, I lucked out. The b*****d got everything else that mattered to me.

Lastly, I'll describe the weapons I carry on my person. I bet you thought I only carried around my magnificent Frostbite katana? Well, no. A master I once trained with a few years back, his name was Master Eccadan. He required I master a different type of weapon, a hammer. The hammer is my size exactly. The handle is quite long and thick, making it difficult to attack with if you aren't sure what you are doing. The weapon is very heavy, making it quite easy to throw your balance off if you aren't educated and trained in the proper fighting stance. The sludge hammer piece that is firmly attached to the base is about the size of my upper chest, and almost as thick. A weapon like this does some serious damage. You would think that it would slow me down, but you are wrong. I can more then handle this little guy. I haven't named it yet, but I'll think of something good. This weapon's home is in a special holder on my back. Then of course you have already been introduced to Frostbite, so I wont bore you by yammering on about her further, she stays safely at my right side, always ready to fight with me.

I am sure you have noticed this by now. My left arm. Yes, it is gone. Replaced by this disgusting technology. I absolutely hate technology, robotics, and machinery of any kind. If I didn't need this replica to continue my reign as lead Samurai and Emperor then I'd have torn this metal contraption off of my being the second it was placed there, take my word for it. Having a piece of scrap metal for an arm is no fun. In fact, in my mind, this is the biggest sign of weakness I think I have ever allowed myself to show. I have taken advantage of this handicap though. Since I can control it like it is my real arm, and it never tires out like my right, I've taught myself to be ambidextrous. Now I am able to use both limbs at full power. The arm itself is made out of the strongest and finest metals around. I have yet to see a single scratch form on the powerful artificial limb, and trust me. I have put this thing through Hell and back. I've had some upgrades built into it, and so now it can shoot out a deadly plasma like liquid at any type of enemies. The liquid eats rapidly through both metal and flesh, making it almost as deadly as frostbite... Almost. The last little feature is a super-clock. It remembers all of the important dates in my life as I live through them, this way if I need to rewind to a certain point in time and 'fix' things I can get to the exact moment without guessing. It is also handy to go back to the exact time I stopped time at. Wouldn't want to stop time in the after noon and come back the next morning, I'd miss supper!

PERSONALITY
Honorable, respectful, loyal, moral, helpful to friends and allies, humble, abstinent (for now), fast, level-headed, focused, well-trained, highly skilled fighter, protector of the innocent, merciful, quiet, kind, brave, honest, stoic, modest, and a fighter for my country, people, and land until the day I die. Recently I have grown a bit vengeful, and you will soon discover why.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Ahh, there is nothing more beloved then my powers. I know this to be true. My powers make me the strongest man alive, without question. I've killed entire armies, before a single solider could raise a sword, before any warrior could release a flesh-tearing, jagged-edged arrow, before the vibrations of the musical instruments of inspiration could reach the ears of the awaiting army and fade away into the distance. Have I earned your interest and full attention yet? Well then I promise you that I will get to the puzzling, yet intriguing details soon enough.

From the time I was old enough to walk I was trained in the powerful art of the Samurai. The most powerful warriors in Japan. Samurai's are the only warriors permitted to work closely with the nobility in Japan. However since my family is the nobility in Japan this never made much of a difference to us. Being a Samurai required a man to master many forms of martial arts and fighting, more specifically... Judo and Kendo . It is very strict, firm, painful and complicated training that most men aren't cut out for. A lot of families wanted their sons to achieve this honor, but most couldn't handle the soul-crushing discipline. I however, did not have a choice. It was either succeed or be disowned and shunned by my entire family, and all of Japan.

After completing what was required of me I sought out to master all the other kinds of martial arts I could find. Every time I came across something new I took a great interest in it almost instantly. I already had the physical strength, I simply needed to adjust my self discipline according to the training. It wasn't long before I mastered these different forms of self defense and fighting. I soon began receiving belts made out of black materials, and the respect that came along with them. I was soon very popular and famous. However my brother always outshone me. Not that he had more skill or talent. Of course not. He was the first born. The special one. The one who would receive control of the country as all my dedicated years would become wasted serving him. I guess you should know that I hate my brother.

It was soon known that he was the smart one. The goody goody. The one with the brains to control an army, but not the courage, nor strength to fight along with it. He was a coward, and the worst part was everyone loved him. It didn't seem to matter to anyone that he broke tradition. He was the only man in our entire family that didn't achieve a Samurai status. I thought for sure my father would give him a stern punishment and in turn decided to give me the country that I worked so hard to earn. Instead he couldn't be more eager to step down and leave our glorious land to this spineless failure. I was outraged. I soon went into overdrive. I rushed around to the greatest trainers in all of the land and begged for them to teach me the ways of the martial arts that they have mastered. I was learning what I needed, but it just wasn't fast enough for me. I was about to turn twenty and about to lose everything. That was when I discovered something marvelous.

I discovered how to control the way time moves. I could freeze myself in a certain period of time for as long as I wanted. The world froze around my conscious body. Simply touching the person I wanted to remain in the timeless void and chanting, 'Jikan' I could be frozen in time with whoever I pleased. This was a break through for me. I went around to at least thirty different masters and learned their ways. In what would have normally taken a person dozens of years, took me what seemed like seconds. As much as all of these fighting styles amazed me. What else in this entire world could I possible need if I could control time? Rewind it, fast forward it, and stop it. There is no greater ability. I haven't dared fast forward time yet. I fear what the outcome would be. Rewinding time I discovered was a very complicated thing to fix if you tampered with the past to much. I soon told myself I wouldn't do it anymore. Freezing time is the way to go, without question. You can get anything you need accomplished without any confrontation. I can also freeze opponents in a timeless zone while I remain in the current void. Although they think they are moving, they appear to be stone cold statues that are easily cut down by my blade.

This is probably one of my more pointless abilities, to be frank. I call it dream walking. I can see what other people are dreaming while they are sleeping. I can choose to just watch the dreams, or I can enter them for a more in depth interaction with the person. You would be surprised at the things you can learn about a person just from their dreams. The only real power I get from this is if the person in question is having a nightmare I can copy the appearance of the nightmare, or whatever it is that is scaring them, and use this appearance out of the dream realm. The down side is that only they themselves can see, hear, taste, smell, and feel whatever it is I take the shape of. Anyone else will see nothing, and think that the person in question is simply losing their mind. Pointless I know, but at times it can be very fun. I can take the shape of some very powerful, very interesting things, and even if it is to torment one person, it is still a damn good time. The last little perk to this ability is called, Living nightmare. I can make people experience nightmares while they are awake. The only way this ability wont work, is if the person in question can differentiate between what is real, and what is not. I figured since anything can happen in Drosselmeyer's world that this will be difficult for most to overcome.

Along with freezing time, an ability I discovered later in my life. I was always able to actually freeze things, an ice ability I guess you could say. This was how I murdered my childhood friend. I have since gained a conscious understanding of this ability and a powerful control over it. It is hard to injure my body, as it is the skin of gods and constantly covered in the powerful Samurai armor of my father. I can heal any wound I receive rather quickly, however I have to be resting. I can't heal myself when fighting. I have a very unique sword named, Frostbite. It is a twelve foot long Katana, custom made by me. It is an unbreakable sword, and the blade itself is so sharp it can cut through even the strongest armor with ease. The hilt is two feet long and firmly carries the other ten feet of steel, and within it rests a hidden blade, much smaller of course, but still very deadly if you know how to use it. Luckily for me I do.

Being the powerful person that I am. My abilities can not be copied, learned, or stolen by anyone no matter what they are capable of. My physical shape can not be copied or altered by anyone. All in all, I am me, and no one else can even try to be me. My abilities are my own and unusable by any other being. My body is completely immune to any controlling, copying, or stealing ability powers. I don't care how powerful you think you are.

LIKES
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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
The sight of nature in pain, hurts me. Almost physically. Nature does everything for us, to just see it being hurt makes me sick. If I see someone brutalizing nature it could drive me into a deep rage. You don't want to deal with something like that. Also, yes, accidents have happened where it was I who caused nature harm. I tend to get very upset, and go into almost a depression like state until I can repay the land for the harm I caused it. If I'm attacking someone with ice and they attack me with fire it had better be a pretty damn hot flame if you expect an advantage, my powers aren't so easily down and out because you can juggle fireballs. Woopty doo good for you. I can be hit and hurt like any normal human I suppose, and without my full armor I suppose that is kind if a weakness. However, my blood is deadly poisonous to the touch, might want to be careful if you give me a decent cut, you might not be as lucky as you seem. Oh, here is a huge weakness I'll let you in on. If I get hit in the head hard enough as I freeze time, I can accidentally freeze myself in time as well. In this case it is only I stuck in the timeless void. Unable to move, unable to fix the time void. I'll end up staying, completely solidified in this state until I eventually starve to death.



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




★ aηd the warrior 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.
Nine Inch Nails- Hurt

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Doctor Kickass ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF HONOR AND INTEGRITY AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A WELL DISCIPLINED EMPEROR.





❝ I see skies of blue, clouds of white
Bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world. ❞

[Royal Douchebag]

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

★ ( ( Hisashijirou Takeshi ) ) ● ( ( Twenty four ) ) ● ( ( God? ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( January 6th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON
My true desire is quite simple. All I want is for the destruction of all forms of technology. Computers, robots, machines, if it can't run without an energy source it shouldn't be running at all. That is just my opinion, and I want to make it a reality, but I need your help Drosselmeyer. I agree to this game if you agree to my terms. Besides, the people of this world are better without wretched pieces of scrap metal and electricity controlling them, trust me.

I FIGHT FOR
I fight for whatever will keep my land alive and thriving. I would kill anything to protect my people and my land. That is my duty, as it is my passion in life. There is no greater thrill, or honor then to fight for the very land you thrive off of. Your land gives you life, a family, a place to live, everything you know and love exists because of the earth beneath your feet. Everyone should take care of the land as it takes care of you. It can not fight for itself. I hate to see the abusers of the world rip apart the very thing that gave them life. There is no greater dishonor in this world.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Samurai


APPEARANCE
I'm afraid the picture I submitted to you above is slightly obsolete. I have no other pictures of myself. That picture was taken on the day I became a Samurai, so it is several years old. I'll explain what I currently look like in detail right here, right now.

I stand at six feet tall even, you'll notice the sandals I wear with my Samurai uniform amplify that height by a few inches, but it is just the way the footwear is made, honest. Although, most of my family members enjoy growing their hair out to long, excessive, and unmanageable lengths I like to keep my dirty blond hair always above my shoulders. I, on occasion, will put my hair up to keep it out of my face during serious battles, but the majority of the time I stick to auburn or black colored bandannas with various Japanese symbols marked on them, to keep the hair free from my eyes. Heh, my most captivating feature has to be my eyes. They are either an icy cold blue color, that if you are looking close enough appear to be snowing around the pupil, or they are completely white, no pupil. This tends to happen when I use my time control powers, causing my eyes to remain this way for a good time afterward.

I always attempt to go for a more rugged look then that, pretty boy, constantly clean shaven look. I have slight facial hair growing around my jaw, if I were to let it grow out it would be a hideous looking beard, so I always keep it short and hardly noticeable. I also have a bit of hair growing on my upper lip, but again, of course I keep it clean and manageable. All the men in my family have very good looks, set aside my eldest brother of course. I hate to sound pompous and conceded or anything, so don't take me wrong, but I think it is possible that I may have inherited the gene for good looks. If you saw the family portrait you'll notice that I look nearly identical to my father, one of the greatest Samurai in in the past ninety years. I do my best to take after him, I admire that man.

I try to keep my face clean and blemish free, but you will notice on my face, that earlier in my training I acquired a nasty scar that cuts down my face. The beginning point of the scar is typically covered by my bandanna, however it starts at my forehead, cuts down my eye, and stops near the center of the flesh on my right cheek. I cringe at the sight of it honestly. The cut was given to be by a boy who was far to clumsy and irresponsible to be holding the precious katana in his feeble hands. I taught him a serious lesson, believe me. Tarnishing the face of the future emperor of Japan wasn't something to be taken lightly. I'm not a cruel man mind you, but you would have done the same in my situation. The imbecile could have blinded me. The other scar, that cuts across the bridge of my nose, I earned in battle. Although it bothers me, the sight of it is, simply put, hideous, I smirk at it. I know that I earned it properly in a battle. I defeated a man far stronger, and more experienced then I was, at the time. I received that lone injury, so I take some pride in it.

As you can probably imagine a good forty years worth of hard dedicated training, completed before I surpassed my twenties has given me quite a muscular build. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be soft and cuddly, but I'm not. I'm rough and jagged, my body seemingly cut out of mountains themselves. Scars from battles cover me, but as my body heals rather quickly they don't stay dark and noticeable very long. They turn to light pink scratches along my chest and back. The only really bad scars, the ones on my face, remain so dark, because I received them before my body adapted to the power of time control. My birth given gifts have given me many advantages in battle. One of them being that I don't have to suit up completely in all of my heavy samurai armor. Making me much, much faster. I wear most of it though, the very expensive, nice looking, shiny parts. The parts with golden symbols that glisten and sparkle in the sun and moonlight. Not to show off in anyway. I just like how it all looks. Along with assorted armor I wear armored dark colored pants and a red royal samurai robe. It was once my great, great, great grandfathers. It was passed down through the first born samurais in my family. It skipped my older brother and went straight to me, I lucked out. The b*****d got everything else that mattered to me.

Lastly, I'll describe the weapons I carry on my person. I bet you thought I only carried around my magnificent Frostbite katana? Well, no. A master I once trained with a few years back, his name was Master Eccadan. He required I master a different type of weapon, a hammer. The hammer is my size exactly. The handle is quite long and thick, making it difficult to attack with if you aren't sure what you are doing. The weapon is very heavy, making it quite easy to throw your balance off if you aren't educated and trained in the proper fighting stance. The sludge hammer piece that is firmly attached to the base is about the size of my upper chest, and almost as thick. A weapon like this does some serious damage. You would think that it would slow me down, but you are wrong. I can more then handle this little guy. I haven't named it yet, but I'll think of something good. This weapon's home is in a special holder on my back. Then of course you have already been introduced to Frostbite, so I wont bore you by yammering on about her further, she stays safely at my right side, always ready to fight with me.

I am sure you have noticed this by now. My left arm. Yes, it is gone. Replaced by this disgusting technology. I absolutely hate technology, robotics, and machinery of any kind. If I didn't need this replica to continue my reign as lead Samurai and Emperor then I'd have torn this metal contraption off of my being the second it was placed there, take my word for it. Having a piece of scrap metal for an arm is no fun. In fact, in my mind, this is the biggest sign of weakness I think I have ever allowed myself to show. I have taken advantage of this handicap though. Since I can control it like it is my real arm, and it never tires out like my right, I've taught myself to be ambidextrous. Now I am able to use both limbs at full power. The arm itself is made out of the strongest and finest metals around. I have yet to see a single scratch form on the powerful artificial limb, and trust me. I have put this thing through Hell and back. I've had some upgrades built into it, and so now it can shoot out a deadly plasma like liquid at any type of enemies. The liquid eats rapidly through both metal and flesh, making it almost as deadly as frostbite... Almost. The last little feature is a super-clock. It remembers all of the important dates in my life as I live through them, this way if I need to rewind to a certain point in time and 'fix' things I can get to the exact moment without guessing. It is also handy to go back to the exact time I stopped time at. Wouldn't want to stop time in the after noon and come back the next morning, I'd miss supper!

PERSONALITY
Honorable, respectful, loyal, moral, helpful to friends and allies, humble, abstinent (for now), fast, level-headed, focused, well-trained, highly skilled fighter, protector of the innocent, merciful, quiet, kind, brave, honest, stoic, modest, and a fighter for my country, people, and land until the day I die. Recently I have grown a bit vengeful, and you will soon discover why.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Ahh, there is nothing more beloved then my powers. I know this to be true. My powers make me the strongest man alive, without question. I've killed entire armies, before a single solider could raise a sword, before any warrior could release a flesh-tearing, jagged-edged arrow, before the vibrations of the musical instruments of inspiration could reach the ears of the awaiting army and fade away into the distance. Have I earned your interest and full attention yet? Well then I promise you that I will get to the puzzling, yet intriguing details soon enough.

From the time I was old enough to walk I was trained in the powerful art of the Samurai. The most powerful warriors in Japan. Samurai's are the only warriors permitted to work closely with the nobility in Japan. However since my family is the nobility in Japan this never made much of a difference to us. Being a Samurai required a man to master many forms of martial arts and fighting, more specifically... Judo and Kendo . It is very strict, firm, painful and complicated training that most men aren't cut out for. A lot of families wanted their sons to achieve this honor, but most couldn't handle the soul-crushing discipline. I however, did not have a choice. It was either succeed or be disowned and shunned by my entire family, and all of Japan.

After completing what was required of me I sought out to master all the other kinds of martial arts I could find. Every time I came across something new I took a great interest in it almost instantly. I already had the physical strength, I simply needed to adjust my self discipline according to the training. It wasn't long before I mastered these different forms of self defense and fighting. I soon began receiving belts made out of black materials, and the respect that came along with them. I was soon very popular and famous. However my brother always outshone me. Not that he had more skill or talent. Of course not. He was the first born. The special one. The one who would receive control of the country as all my dedicated years would become wasted serving him. I guess you should know that I hate my brother.

It was soon known that he was the smart one. The goody goody. The one with the brains to control an army, but not the courage, nor strength to fight along with it. He was a coward, and the worst part was everyone loved him. It didn't seem to matter to anyone that he broke tradition. He was the only man in our entire family that didn't achieve a Samurai status. I thought for sure my father would give him a stern punishment and in turn decided to give me the country that I worked so hard to earn. Instead he couldn't be more eager to step down and leave our glorious land to this spineless failure. I was outraged. I soon went into overdrive. I rushed around to the greatest trainers in all of the land and begged for them to teach me the ways of the martial arts that they have mastered. I was learning what I needed, but it just wasn't fast enough for me. I was about to turn twenty and about to lose everything. That was when I discovered something marvelous.

I discovered how to control the way time moves. I could freeze myself in a certain period of time for as long as I wanted. The world froze around my conscious body. Simply touching the person I wanted to remain in the timeless void and chanting, 'Jikan' I could be frozen in time with whoever I pleased. This was a break through for me. I went around to at least thirty different masters and learned their ways. In what would have normally taken a person dozens of years, took me what seemed like seconds. As much as all of these fighting styles amazed me. What else in this entire world could I possible need if I could control time? Rewind it, fast forward it, and stop it. There is no greater ability. I haven't dared fast forward time yet. I fear what the outcome would be. Rewinding time I discovered was a very complicated thing to fix if you tampered with the past to much. I soon told myself I wouldn't do it anymore. Freezing time is the way to go, without question. You can get anything you need accomplished without any confrontation. I can also freeze opponents in a timeless zone while I remain in the current void. Although they think they are moving, they appear to be stone cold statues that are easily cut down by my blade.

This is probably one of my more pointless abilities, to be frank. I call it dream walking. I can see what other people are dreaming while they are sleeping. I can choose to just watch the dreams, or I can enter them for a more in depth interaction with the person. You would be surprised at the things you can learn about a person just from their dreams. The only real power I get from this is if the person in question is having a nightmare I can copy the appearance of the nightmare, or whatever it is that is scaring them, and use this appearance out of the dream realm. The down side is that only they themselves can see, hear, taste, smell, and feel whatever it is I take the shape of. Anyone else will see nothing, and think that the person in question is simply losing their mind. Pointless I know, but at times it can be very fun. I can take the shape of some very powerful, very interesting things, and even if it is to torment one person, it is still a damn good time. The last little perk to this ability is called, Living nightmare. I can make people experience nightmares while they are awake. The only way this ability wont work, is if the person in question can differentiate between what is real, and what is not. I figured since anything can happen in Drosselmeyer's world that this will be difficult for most to overcome.

Along with freezing time, an ability I discovered later in my life. I was always able to actually freeze things, an ice ability I guess you could say. This was how I murdered my childhood friend. I have since gained a conscious understanding of this ability and a powerful control over it. It is hard to injure my body, as it is the skin of gods and constantly covered in the powerful Samurai armor of my father. I can heal any wound I receive rather quickly, however I have to be resting. I can't heal myself when fighting. I have a very unique sword named, Frostbite. It is a twelve foot long Katana, custom made by me. It is an unbreakable sword, and the blade itself is so sharp it can cut through even the strongest armor with ease. The hilt is two feet long and firmly carries the other ten feet of steel, and within it rests a hidden blade, much smaller of course, but still very deadly if you know how to use it. Luckily for me I do.

Being the powerful person that I am. My abilities can not be copied, learned, or stolen by anyone no matter what they are capable of. My physical shape can not be copied or altered by anyone. All in all, I am me, and no one else can even try to be me. My abilities are my own and unusable by any other being. My body is completely immune to any controlling, copying, or stealing ability powers. I don't care how powerful you think you are.

LIKES
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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
The sight of nature in pain, hurts me. Almost physically. Nature does everything for us, to just see it being hurt makes me sick. If I see someone brutalizing nature it could drive me into a deep rage. You don't want to deal with something like that. Also, yes, accidents have happened where it was I who caused nature harm. I tend to get very upset, and go into almost a depression like state until I can repay the land for the harm I caused it. If I'm attacking someone with ice and they attack me with fire it had better be a pretty damn hot flame if you expect an advantage, my powers aren't so easily down and out because you can juggle fireballs. Woopty doo good for you. I can be hit and hurt like any normal human I suppose, and without my full armor I suppose that is kind if a weakness. However, my blood is deadly poisonous to the touch, might want to be careful if you give me a decent cut, you might not be as lucky as you seem. Oh, here is a huge weakness I'll let you in on. If I get hit in the head hard enough as I freeze time, I can accidentally freeze myself in time as well. In this case it is only I stuck in the timeless void. Unable to move, unable to fix the time void. I'll end up staying, completely solidified in this state until I eventually starve to death.



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




★ aηd the warrior 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 Doctor Kickass ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF HONOR AND INTEGRITY AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A WELL DISCIPLINED EMPEROR.





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

[Titty McNipples]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Give me a shot, and I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Eliza Mcdonnahue ) ) ● ( ( 21 ) ) ● ( ( Mutant ) ) ● ( ( Woman parts ) ) ● ( ( August 28th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY
I have been in the business since I was young. I was in a TV show, one of those child actors. I don’t think it had a big effect on my current occupation. Porn star and part time actress, I chose the porn it seemed like fun, I had to wait until I was 19 because I have such a baby face. The director was afraid that I was too young looking. I did have a crush on the director. He let me do as I please, he was really cool, like the encouraging father I never had.

I loved the business. I was in it for about 11 years I think. I was at the top of my game but I was getting into some heavy stuff to stay at the top. Steroid for muscle tone, diet pills to stay thin, smoking to stay thin and drinking to fill the void. If not for that the business was wonderful, we were like a family there. It was great an all but when I was pregnant with Michael, I decided to stop. I didn’t want anything to happen to him, I don’t know who his father is, but I know he’s mine. My parents disowned me once they found out I was into porn. But they came back around when I had Michael. They loved their grandson. He was the glue that brought my parents back to me, I really did miss them. And Michael could light up the town with his smile. Well, he used to that is.

Even though I quit drinking that didn’t stop anyone else. I lost Michael in a car accident with a drunk driver. Karma they said. I was able to get out of the car and I went to the other side of the car that wasn’t damaged. My arm was broken from the crash, my good arm seemed to rip the door open as I screamed for him. I couldn’t hear him. He was behind me, I was afraid of the airbag hurting him. I was t boned in the middle of my suburban. They were supposed to be safe right? When I got the door open, he was unconscious. I pulled him out of his seat and cradled him in my good arm. The driver of the other vehicle was alive for a moment. I set Michael down and I beat the drunken man to death right there for everyone to see. I really lost my mind.

Michael didn’t survive surgery. I don’t think I did either. I was in a daze, everyone I knew attended his funeral, even my celebrity friends. But those ******** drunk driving reps asked if they could take pictures for a new ad. I broke their camera. I lived with my friends from the old days for a while. I just couldn’t handle going home. But now things are better I still cry now and again but at least I can sleep in my own home.

Something recently has happened to our dear Eliza in this wonderful game. She used to be in her 30s and wished for her kid to be brought back to life. Something has happened now that has made her revert back to her 20 year old self. Back in the day of wild porn and nights that ended only when the sun came up.

This Eliza carries a small pharmacy of cocaine, ecstasy, LSD you name it she has it somewhere on her person. She will also willingly hand it out for the right price, being that is if you are a boy or girl. Only if a girl is particularly hot will she dish out the good stuff. This whore got into this business at the young age of 18, although she’s only been in for three years she is quickly rising to the top.

This woman can currently out drink almost anyone, she will unladylike belch and challenge you. This woman is like one of the guys, she can do one night stands all week and feel nothing for you. She also is just so amazing when she goes down to…[Explicit content]…DAMN!

REASONWhen the damage to her body and mind is over she will want her son back from a car accident.

I FIGHT FOR Myself.



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


★ thεrε ωas a Whore


APPEARANCE
Well, Eliza stands 5’7” The magic model height, and weighs about 115 lbs right now. She is back in her only mildly drug abused body, she has large fake breasts and they are almost permanently coated in glitter. She usually wears a short skirt that might as well be considered a large belt. She also has many little bags on her body or a large hat these house her fountain of drugs.
Eliza usually carries a pack of cigarettes with her in her boobs for anyone to have one, or just say they want one to cop a feel. She smokes, drinks and does more drugs than an elderly person. She wears with her belt stilettos and a tight shirt, this is usually low cut and most of the time without a bra.

PERSONALITY
Eliza is a skankasaurus. She will sleep with anyone and anything, it’s her job and she loves it. She is actually sweet when she isn’t interest in sex from you or you tell her no. That does mean she won’t try again later. She can also be very serious, but she is mostly a goof off slacker.

I have a few problems such as, alcohol, drunk driving, stripping in public, Oh and being famous to top it off. I always like to piss people off, it’s my thing. I just seem to find something to push their buttons. I read their minds and find their deepest secrets. I love to pick on people. Humans are so weak and fun to play with. Also I have been known as a bit of a slut. “I love , love. I just hate monogamy.”

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Mind reading:
There isn’t much you can do to stop her. She will read your thoughts and your memories.
Telekinesis:
She can move any object that is tangible. As far as elemental attacks on her she has no hope of stopping it.

LIKES
Eliza likes cocaine, beer and sex. She has a few other things she likes but the previous are her main favorites. She also likes the color yellow. She has a fancy for fine food and elaborate designs of food. Like a truffle with a flower and a chocolate and caramel cross pattern. She also likes to have a closet full of clothes.

DISLIKES.
Animals, any sort of creature is meant for nothing more than food and making messes, they are vile creatures. She also dislikes fast food, she thinks it’s bland and fattening. She primarily dislikes Asian women, they are whiney and think they are hot when it’s so not true.

HOBBIES
Sex, drugs and the occasional piccolo solo. She can play a piccolo well enough she was offered an orchestra position but she chose the fame life.

FEARS
She fears heights, toads and tomatoes. The tomatoes make her sick and she throws up when she eats anything with it in them. Toads are icky and heights are just…ehhh…



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




★ aηd She livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Akira
You jack a**, can you possibly think of anyone or anything but yourself. You irritate me so much. If I could kill you I would. Yet, I have this urge to take you and make your head spin.

Tandero
I want to rock your world. I want you more than any other man in a long time. Even my old self wants you. Why are you so stubborn on this, sex doesn’t have to mean anything.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Tick tock || Bad romance || She wolf

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Gambits_girl● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF SEX AND BITCHINESS AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF ONE SEXY SLUT





❝ I don’t want to be friends I just want your bad romance. ❞

[i i C u t e D r e a m]

Little note::

Image is not mine.
All credit of image goes to
xx deville -- Doll.

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I hate to get dirty, but I sha'll bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Akihime Furukawa ) ) ● ( ( t w e n t y ) ) ● ( ( W.i.t.c.h // D.o.l.l got that ) ) ● ( ( Beautiful young woman ) ) ● ( ( September 14th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. A quiet child from birth she was. The young girl was weird too. Though she looked so sweet and innocent. Her voice was amazingly beautiful at that and was the perfect child. She was praised a whole lot too. A girl who always did as told and was loved by everyone, though she was used a whole lot once her strange magic was discovered by her parents.

It was when she was four perhaps. A kindergarden girl. A very obediant one. She was playing in her room with dolls, alone. That was the weird thing about her. Anyways. She wanted to play with real people and that was when she had summoned a non real character, though it was real but it wasn't. This was one of Wonderlands creatures today. Her mother found her with this 'thing' and asked, " Akihime what is this? " So Akihime replied by saying, " It was magic mommy! " She wore a smile on her face too.

Ever since that day, her mother started making her own child summon things just to steal from places. Akihime figured this out when she was fourteen, but kept it a secret. Though that will never change the fact of all those tears she shead every night. This was because she was 'scolded' whenever she didn't steal something or refused too.

It was when she was seventeen when Akihime finally told her mother that she would tell the police what she had been doing. Because of that her mother killed her with her bare hands. Though in a completely different world Akihime was being reborn in a way, but in a dolls body. Her emotions were gone, but she still kept her 'magical' powers.

Akihime has lived in a lonely empty castle ever since. The walls are blood red, the windows appear to have blood stained on them, and a whole lot more. This place is as creepy as can be. So since Akihime felt lonely in this large mansion she created Lacie. This cat like creature has been living with Akihime for years on out. Now Akihime goes everywhere with her large 'cat' and has become great friends with it.

REASON. Akihime wishes to be reborn into a humans body. She wants to be able to still have Lacie, but not the powers. So this is Akihime's really stupid reason of joining in the game.

I FIGHT FOR LACIE AND HERSELF.



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




★ thεrε ωas a girl.


APPEARANCE
The first thing people notice about this young woman is her eyes. A light hue of violet with black pupils centering, these orbs seem to be the pathway to her soul, and reveal an inner light. They also seem to reflect her emotions through certain occasions. In beserk mode, they seem doll-like and lifeless, the inky black pupils growing and taking up most of her iris. When happy, they seem to sparkle and shine even brighter despite lighting. And, when sad, they loose their luster, the violet shade seeming to grow pale. Usually her eyes are the reason people are so drawn to her besides her physical beauty.

Surrounding her eyes are thick, dark eyelashes, and above that are finely trimmed eyebrows. Choppy bangs and whisps of golden hair frame her face, cascading down over her shoulders, and her back with a wind touseled look & self-added silk bows. Thin and delicate lips centering Akihime's face, seem to always be formed in the shape of a smile, as this gentle lady is always happy. . . well most of the time anyway.

Akihime's wardrobe is made mostly of frills, lace, silk, and ribbon to the point that other articles of clothing cannot fit. She always wears a bonnet with a large red ribbon decorating and if it were to be removed, Akihime will go starching mad. Her dresses will have some sort of purple added to it, intended in the original design or not, for it is Akihime's favorite color and she cannot stand anything without a smidge of it. Her shoes, well they definitely aren't meant for heavy traveling, and are either dress shoes, ballet flats, or anything with a heel higher than two inches. Gloves are always encasing her delicate, long fingers, and frilled stockings are always shielding her creamy legs to the thigh from the world.

Akihime is quite aware of her physical beauty, and therefore isn't that modest when it comes to flaunting it. Showing cleavage is a must, and she sure does roll up her skirts a bit higher. Some other women don't exactly enjoy her strutting around with such attire, but she doesn't at all care. It's her body, she can do what she wants, whether or not she is recieving whistles, cat calls, and stares from these women's lovers.

Akihime has two weapons she likes to use. The first is a scythe. The second a staff that carries her magic. As for the scythe. The handle is black. Connected to that is two different areas of a blood red vine like rope. This can be used to hold someone still. Then there is the very large blade. It can sometimes appear blody or plain black. It's a very huge scythe at that.

Now for her witch's staff. It is rather dull actually. A plain gray color. The top is a skull of a bird or is it a goat's. It might be real or it might not. Only Alice know's that. Still it is really dull, but before it was bright and colorful. However as Akihime added more darker power to the staff it's color changed to this gray. It doesn't matter to Akihime though, as long as she has her staff then it's fine.

PERSONALITY
Yes Akihime is very dark and cold. Don't forget that she is ruthless either. Though this is only her real self. She hides it away like most of her other feelings. That's how she is now, but it wasn't like this when she was alive. Poor little Akihime was murdered. She doesn't know how it ended up this way. Though she'll have to accept it. She cannot feel emotions like most others. An empty girl is what she should be called. She has no soul nor does she have an actual body. However, she has and always will be this way now.

Do you really expect her to be sane or insane? Well let me tell you something. At one point she could be completely sane, but if she doesn't like how you talk to her, act towards her, or if she just plain doesn't like you she will go insane. She isn't not one to allow these things. Though if she goes insane, make sure your a fast runner or you can hide well, because she will most likely try to kill everyone around her. I think you get the point here. So basically don't anger her, hurt her, try killing her, or make her sad and everything will be just fine. Got that?

Mature. How can I describe mature? Hmm. . . . ahh I got it. Composed, logical, responsible, patient, forgiving, calculated. . . These are all words people might use to describe Akihime. Though that doesn't mean she is always this way. However she is a calm person, so I guess she is most of the time. Just because she is doesn't mean she isn't childish! Akihime can have her fun and games when she likes. So don't ever forget that.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
♥ Staff ● ● ●
This staff holds a lot of different people's powers. Though it's dull gray color is because of all of Akihime's dark magic. The magic is stored in the bird or goat skull on the top of it, but beware that part of the staff is protected by a very strong barrier. If you try attacking that part then your just doing damage to your self.

♥ Light Magic ● ● ●
Akihime's light magic is mainly controling plants and flowers. She can use it for traps, barriers, or even healing. It isn't much, but it's helpful at times. This magic is very powerful, though not as powerful as her dark magic. Just be warry of the fact that she can use this magic for many things like killing.

♥ Dark Magic ● ● ●
Akihime's dark magic revolves around shadow controling and summoning. This is how she got Lacie. Though you already know that. Anyways. Her shadow control is move revolving around her attacks. She can do just about anything with this ability, like make a new arm/hand to choke someone with. Now as for her summoning dark magic, this revolves more around using the shadows. Though when she does summon something, it's usually quite powerful so they aren't easily destroyed.

♥ Scythe ● ● ●
Akihime's scythe is very powerful. It's hard to break it apart. You can try, but it'll never work. It can cut through just about anything. Metal or even a large hard rock. Just watch what your doing when she has this scythe with her. Well even if she doesn't, she can summon it when she pleases.

♥ Skills/Talents ● ● ●
If trickery counts as a skill then count that as one of Akihime's. She can do it really easily, so don't be suprised about it. Be careful about all of those tricks up her sleeves. Besides that she is really agile and really sneaky. It's like she is invisible somtimes.

LIKES
Though she doesn't feel anything, it would seem a bit weird that she'd have likes, dislikes,or even fears for that matters, but it's not true. She still does. Akihime loves any clothes that has lace, gothic lolita, or ribbon. It's probally her favorite thing to think about, that is clothing of course. Another thing Akihime loves is tea time and sweets. And then there is hearing stories. She loves stories so much. She enjoys them actually. Alice also loves playing games, all kinds of them.

DISLIKES.
Akihime dislikes just about everything. Like she hates annoying idiots or she hates stupidity. Though she doesn't like having to bloody her attire. So that makes her not liking fighting all that much. Don't worry though, she will still fight in battle. Neither does she take rudeness all to well. Akihime hates bitter food or tea, she thinks they are gross. Another thing she hates on is being lied to or being decieved. Oh yeah and she hates having duties and being told what to do.

HOBBIES
Akihime has not a single hobbie.

FEARS
Akihime is claustrophobic. You know what that is, I'm sure of it. Well if you don't it is the fear of having no escape and being closed in. It is typically classified as an anxiety disorder and often results in panic attack. She has a another fear of nothingness. Lastly she has a fear of imprisonment though that's basically claustrophobic.



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




★ aηd she livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Lacie I feel protective and happy about Lacie. It is my pet is what I'd call it. Well instead of calling the creature an it, I'll let you know that it is actually a she. She is protective over me and I am protective over her. That's how it works between us too.

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
I am the Alice in Wonderland. So I say it's Sweets Time.

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS i i C u t e D r e a m. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF TWISTED AND EMOTIONLESS AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A CRAZY GIRL.





❝ Hi miss Akihime.
What kind of dreams do you see?
With your eyes of glass? Do they fascinate you? ❞

[II M o m o J o m o II]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Use me and I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Sebastian Owen De'Lune ) ) ● ( ( 21/? ) ) ● ( ( Angel ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( December 31st. ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Past lives... Well here goes.

"Everyone is born with a purpose"

My name is Sebastian. Sebastian Owen De'Lune. An Angel from the deepest and most sacred part of the heavens. I fit the picture too. White hair, wing wings, beautiful eyes to go along. Anyways, I was born on December 31st and raised by the good Gods, that took me in. Unfortunately, my mother died giving birth to me. I don't know much about my mother. From the stories I've heard, she was a beautiful woman. Everyone would always look up to her and want her to be their friend, and of course she was. She was that kind. And then here I come and kill the woman. Then there's the man who was proclaimed to be my father. They say he's still alive, but I don't believe it. I don't think he would have abandoned mother an I like that. What a selfish thing to do. But he did it and I don't know him, nor have I heard any interesting stories about him. I don't care about him anymore. He abandoned my mother in the time of need. My birth. That jerk. Leaving me, making me a b*****d. How dare he.

It's not so bad. At least I have nothing to cry about. I didn't know them, my parents I mean. It's as though I just popped up out of no where. I mean, I'm not scolded, i'm not punished, i'm not yelled at. Isn't that good? Aside from that, I grew up from the master of the heaven's hands. They call him God. For what reason? I don't know. I grew up like a normal kid. I played with other kids, though I was a bit of an outcast. That just made me all the more cooler (so I thought). I got bullied and bullied others, though "God" would see this and I would get what they called a "time out". Normal... Totally normal, until the day I was summoned to the "Gods". I stood before them. Scared shitless. They told me I was to go to the human world. For what reason? I don't know. They said I was too young to understand the reasons, and at the time I was 15. I clearly knew what was going on. I knew my right from left, my ups and downs. I knew everything. I was "Gods'" Child. The all knowing, and still I wasn't told a thing. They said "blend in and act like a normal human boy." I was simply brought to the gates and that was it.

I saw myself falling. The clouds leaving me. The faces of those who knew me, those who loved me, growing smaller. The Earthly floor growing closer... I was scared. I was an angel falling from heaven. Scared... I didn't know what the purpose of my being here meant, but I was here, and I guess I had to make a living for myself. Thank goodness I had some knowledge, or my first day on the filthy world and I would have been in jail at the most. But it wasn't enough apparently. So I started school. There was elementary, middle, high school and then college. I apparently looked like a high school student, and that's where I went. It was easy, and yet so hard at the same time. So full of drama, so full of s**t, so full of people waisting their time. I did what I had to do and finished. I didn't go to college after that high school experience. But, living there in the human world for so long made me change. I did what they did. Partied, smoked, slept, got hangovers. I did a lot...

I then soon came to realize my sexuality. And that I was a homosexual. It was weird really. Really weird... Feeling like that towards other guys. But it wasn't as bad as i though once I got used to it. I'd slept around with a few guys before. Fooled around. All while being watched. But I didn't care anymore. It almost made me wish I was human sometimes. And then I met him... Addison. I'd seen him around before at one point. In school. I think he was in a class of mines. A guy, not just a guy. A gorgeous guy. With hair just as white as mines, maybe even whiter. He wasn't human, and I knew that because of his ears. He was surly and elf of some sort. It was cute. Really cute. He had that sort of glint in his eye that I couldn't refuse. And in the end I fell terribly in love with him and him with me. I had never really understood commitment, and love. Until Addi... Addi showed me how to care, how to worry, how to love. The way he looked at me. The way he touched me.The way he kissed me. I loved it all. But all good things unfortunately come to an end.

Addison started doing things I didn't like. Drinking and getting ridiculously drunk. Coming home really late, and sometimes even high. I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all. I got to a point where I couldn't handle him. We argued that night. It was raining outside. I told him that it was me or drugs and drinking. I never gave me answer because I walked out and didn't talk to him since. And just like that, he showed me what true pain was. I found myself living alone. Alone... It felt horrible. Disgusting. And then Drosselmeyer. He sweet talked me. Told me that I could forget everything and take back what I wanted. Told me I could have anything I wanted. I couldn't refuse. What I wanted... was not for anyone to know... because I didn't and still don't know what I want for myself.

"I just don't know what mines is."

REASON. To get back everything I lost. To see if all the bad things I've done will go away.

I FIGHT FOR me myself and I.



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




★ thεrε ωas a man.


APPEARANCE
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Sebastian is a rather short for guy, stopping at 5' 8''. He has soft snowy white hair, and gray almost colorless eyes. His pupils aren't black like a normal person, but are like a dim gray to contrast his eye color. He's also blind in his right eye. He's got huge white wings on his back. fair skin, slender small body.

PERSONALITY
Sebastian is a very playful, lovable being. Being as kind-hearted as him after going through so much makes one wonder sometimes. But because of his happiness, people come to him.(As though they're literally attracted) With a soft happy smile on his face at all times, he can be very cool headed, relaxed person. He doesn't like being yelled at, or loud noises, seeing as they all make him nervous. But to calm himself down he either smokes or munches on a few lollipops or candy bars. As cherry and giddy as Sebastian may be, he has a dark, and disturbing past.

But even with all that, it doesn't get to him as much as it used to. It would only mean that he had to worked harder for others. The ones he's protecting with his absolute life, and everyone else. He never complains seeing as that looks like he's pestering, and annoying to others that would have to listen to him. Along with lying, and being deceived and betrayed. Sebastian hates that. Though sometimes he has to lie in order for things to go certain ways. He does have a short temper. As humble as he is, he does get irritated rather fast.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Improved Senses:xoxo
Possess senses much greater than that of humans. Also he has better hearing than most dogs, and sense of sight is much greater as well.

Heightened Endurance and Resistance:xoxo
Sebastian is resistant to many things – in fact, regular bullets will hardly slow him down and will heal nearly instantly. The only actual way to kill Sebastain or an Angel is to obtain Qeres. Qeres is extremely rare substance because its recipe has been lost, but small amounts still exsist. This perfume is a lethal poison to an angel (fallen or otherwise), and if poured over, say, the blade of a knife, could in fact terminate an angel.

Mesmerization with Eyes:xoxo
With direct eye contact with Sebastian can mesmerize just about anyone. For that reason he was declared a special angel. He may put people in temporary stasis (mind-rolling).

LIKES
Sebastian isn't afraid to admit that he likes younger guys, but he's more for liking older guys.Then again who doesn't? Just like any other kid out in the world he loves, loves loves candy. Its almost like a tranquilizer. As bad as it is for him, he smokes. Smoking is another way to get away. Damn cancer sticks. And then they're rain. Just having it beat against his head, and slip in and out of his wings is more than amazing. So this may sound cheesy but Sebby likes sunsets. He enjoy sitting on the beach and watching as the sun slowly makes it way down the horizon. He also like to sleep a lot. Hense why he's usually late for meeting people. When he's sleeping he loves to play soft music along with it. Helps him sleep peacefully. So, Sebby isn't always as peaceful and quiet as it seems he is. He does like to party and get drunk. But not so drunk where he ends up waking up in a dumpster. A light drunk.

DISLIKES.
Sebastian has dislikes as well as likes. For starters, he really really hates loud annoying girls. Especially when they come up to him and ask him if he's single, or if he could give them his number. Seeing too much blood, makes him light-headed and for that he doesn't like seeing blood all too much. It sort of scares him. Just as much as the next person hates it, he really loathes loud gum smacking. Not only is it disgusting but it's very rude. And then there were bright colors. For an Angel, you'd think he was into wearing bright, happy colors. But Sebastian can't handle it. Burns his eyes in the process. Being alone for too long makes him very nervous and uncomfortable. He also can't handle people that are irritated. Not only are they irritated, but it makes him irritated and he hates being upset. Like everyone else in the world he hates liars. Yet he lies sometimes to get out of tight situations. He also really dislikes Homophobic's. He just so happens to be homosexual, and people going to him and bothering him about how "disgusting and vulgar it is, just upsets him. Love is love. Two girls, two guys, one girl, one guy. It's all the same thing.

HOBBIES
When he's got free time on his hands he usually sleeps. But when he's not sleeping, he's painting. He believes painting tell a story. An artist is he. Not only does he paint but he photographs. Portraits. Still life. Animals. Anything that captures him. When he's not painting or doing photography, he's singing and dancing.

FEARS
Sebastian doesn't have many fears, but his biggest fear of all, is just being alone. He'd already lost his mother, didn't know his father, was an only child, and the gods sent him away. The sent him with nothing and no one to confide to. He just doesn't want to be alone. Though he seems strong willed, he's actually very fragile.



. . . 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.
In Fear and Faith- Circa Survive

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS I I M o m o J o m o I I ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF PAIN AND FEAR AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A SELFISH ANGEL.





❝ It must be buried under the heart that makes this pace consistent. You'll find it torn, that gate's been opened? I've been wondering if you've been real with us. ❞

[NinebB0nesfr33d]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I can't get clean, but I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Spencer Greene ) ) ● ( ( 28 ) ) ● ( ( Human ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( October 6 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY.

Who the hell gives a s**t about my past, anyways? You pack of moral sucking pups, I have no interest in conversing with you, let alone divulge my ******** up history to you. What's that in your hand? A lighter? Alright, hand it over and we'll sit down to talk.

I could go way back and describe my childhood with an alcoholic and abusive father, but I won't. My mother left when I was 11 after my dad was arrested for public intoxication. I have only heard from her a few times in brief letters and Christmas cards. It's a load of bullshit, really. Once she left, I became my Dad's punching bag and things went down from there. I found my refuge in drugs and this lead me to Daniel.

Daniel was my drug dealer, but soon I found myself selling the crap as well. I was no longer going through Daniel but through a guy called Fatty. Daniel and I got close, real close. We shared a night or two here and there. We always had a good time in our smoke filled room with traces of this and that left around my apartment. It was pretty great until last April I found Daniel with a bullet in the forehead in his crappy Buick. We owed Fatty a considerable amount of money and it didn't take a ******** brain surgeon to figure out that I was next.

I went home with the full intent of over-dosing on pain killers. As I watched my alarm clock's minutes pass by, little faces seemed to pass through the clock's window. I could barely move my head, but my whole body seemed to be smothered by a giant pillow. The faces on the clock were beginning to move around the room, asking one simple question: Do you want to live?

I answered 'yes' even though I didn't. At that very moment, a sudden piercing pain shot through my chest and I blacked out.

Now I'm here, with this crazy bracelet on my wrist, a booklet and no lighter. I am totally screwed.


REASON. I want money and a nicer lifestyle right? Maybe a nice lap-boy to keep me warm at night.

I FIGHT FOR Myself. The rest of you ******** can handle yourselves.



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




★ thεrε ωas a man.


APPEARANCE
The last time I was at the doctors the nurse told me I was exactly six feet tall, that's pretty sweet. My skin hasn't always been this ashy, but ever since trying to O.D. it's been pretty pale. I can even seem some of my veins right through the top of my hand. I'm almost transparent! I have my Mom's baby blue eyes. I get lots of compliments on them while I'm out wheeling and dealing. If they get me money, then I'm cool with them.

What's with the hair? Who the hell are you to tease my hair, twirp? I've dyed it this light pink since I was eighteen. I happen to like it, and I happen to love my fur coats. Please don't touch those, that coat right there is worth more than your parent's house. Tight pants and shirts are my usual outfit selection. I can't catch the younger boys looking like...you.

PERSONALITY
So I've been accused of being an a*****e from time to time, but the ones saying that aren't exactly saints and angels anyways. I don't take crap from people I don't know. If I'm not trying to sell you something, I'll be bumming a smoke off you. If you don't have money or drugs you have no worth to me. I am a user, abuser and ******** proud of it.

If you're a friend, you have my loyalty. I am clever, witty and a sweet talker. If you want me to fall in love with you, it's not likely. I love my boys submissive. I do play a lot of games and pretend to be straight when I need to. I'm not dumb, kid. I can manipulate my way through life better than the devil himself.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Skills aren't exactly my genes have been generous with. I can't run, I have about as much strength as a pre-teen chick and my reflexes blow.

I do however, know my way around guns quite nicely. I might have been a petty dealer, but we need to protect ourselves, right?

As far as being smart, there is little competition for me. I am damn bright, would've graduated in the top ten of my class if I put the effort into it. I had dropped out in my senior year after meeting Daniel. I can work out any problem, real life or book-wise. The only thing faster than me in this respect is a damn computer.

LIKES
I'm a big fan of a few things, fur being my biggest obsession. I do love my money and drugs too. Despite what everyone thinks, I can be pretty sensitive. In fact, I'm so sensitive and in touch with myself that I love female lingerie for myself. Without my techno music I am drowning in boredom. I do love my coffee shops and raunchy romance novels.

DISLIKES.
You better not be asking me this just to annoy the hell out of me. I can't stand old people. I mean seriously, it's all I can do not to push their wheelchairs down a set of stairs. I don't like soda or anything filled with sugar. I don't like you very much either, but that doesn't count much for anything significant. I hate being outside. Politics bores me to no end and if the news is on the T.V. I'll shut it off or fall asleep. I don't care for authority too much, either. In fact I don't care for people much in general. If I see your cat, I'll kill it.

HOBBIES
I am an avid reader of romance novels. If I can't get my hands on a good smut novel, I'm dealing drugs or doing them. This leads me to my next hobby which I rarely admit to doing, I like to people watch. I've been a big fan of sleeping lately, although I haven't been able to do that since finding Daniel dead.

FEARS
What am I not afraid of? I'm afraid of bigger men, loud places and crowded rooms mostly. I'm not telling you this so you can go out and be a d**k. I'm afraid of being tied down in one place. I'm terrified of the dark. Would you believe I sleep with a bloody night-light? You do? Alright, a*****e, get out of here before I smash your face in.



. . . 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.
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. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF DYSFUNCTION AND ANGER AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A GAY DRUG DEALER.





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★ ( ( Shindou Isobe ) ) ● ( ( Uhhh....don't know? ) ) ● ( ( Demon ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( October 20th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Well you probably heard my sister saying how much me and my three older brothers pick on her right? Well...that's true. Totally true. We always pick on her and mom always favors us over her, even father does. But, truth being we don't want her to get hurt. Were kind of over protective of her, considering the fact that she acts more and more like a human everyday. I sometimes think maybe she was supposed to be born a angel. Ugh, but just thinking of them makes me gag. I hate angels. Stupid bright and shining things. Although, out of all brothers I was the one who was the closet to Chiyoko. Yes, you read right, Chiyo is my younger sister. Make that only sister. We may look like twins, many people tell us, "awww what a cute face you two have! You two are lucky to be twins!" I hate it when people say that sometimes. Because really, me and chiyo are totall different. I mean I love my sister, she's my world. I would do anything and everything to protect her. Well, I was born as the fourth youngest in the family. So there were many times where me and chiyo would be alone. But, unlike chiyo I wasn't afraid of killing. I loved my power, it was amazing to see what I could do with just staring at something. By the time I was ten, I was already lined up to be a possible demon king someday. Many of the higher ups tested my ability, making me go on missions and to be frank, I loved every minute of it.

Now, I'm totally different than people think. I mean, as I was growing up me and chiyo were always together. There was this one time when she was going to the surface, I had told her "don't do that!! The king will punish you if he finds you went up their!". I tried countless times to tell her that she would be exiled and banished from the kingdom. But she never listened. Throughout my whole life, it seemed like everything was about chiyo. I was always told to look after her. It was me who got her out of trouble. There had been a time where I left her all alone. The king at the time had requested that I go up to the human world and find a demon who disobeyed his orders. I didn't know all the details but I was eager to finally be able to go up the see humans. I was always fascinated by the way humans dressed and reacted, everything about them puzzled me. But as I made my way up there I noticed that the demon was none other than my little sister. She had gone up to the human world, again. I was told to.....kill her. She didn't know that I was always watching her every move, going where she went. And to be honest, I didn't want to kill her. I was against the king for doing this to me. Because he knew that I loved my sister and would do anything for her. Nothing could tell me otherwise. Of course my sister felt like she was always alone, thus kicking her away from me altogether. She disappeared for sometime, going off on her own (without me of course....HOW COULD YOU CHIYO-CHANNN! WAHHHH! I MISS YOU!!) I never saw her much after that, but deep down I was patiently waiting for the day that she'd come back home.

Drosslymeyer, somehow came to me in a dream once. He had told me that my sister was participating in his "game". At first I thought that man was crazy, so I laughed in his face and told him to get lost. But....I stopped for a second and he told me that she would die in the game if she couldn't, survive. Of course I went crazy after that. I told the old man he had a deal and well somehow I ended up participating in his little, game.

REASON. To protect my sister. I want to make sure she doesn't get killed. Even though in the end I kind of know the answer.

I FIGHT FOR My little sister, Chiyoko.



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




★ thεrε ωas a demon.


APPEARANCE
Well, for starters, I usually wear a small orange top that shows me mid-drift, and long baggy olive colored pants. I also have a choice of wearing a long lab-like coat or a black leather coat. And my height? Well...I'd rather not say...I'm like...about...5 feet 9 inches I'm actually shorter than all my other brothers. I don't have much of wardrobe but...heh that's me. Although, I do have a secret....I like to wear lolita dresses and cute little outfits that are actually made for little girls. I can't help it!! I just love them!!! And if you put me and Chiyo-chan in a dress, we would so totally look like twins. It's amazing isn't it? But other times, when I'm fighting, I like to wear something comfortable. Like often, a small tube like top that's white and long tight skinny pants that are white also. I only wear boots, maybe sometimes you'll find me wearing no shoes at all. Or even have sandals on. That's just the way I am. But I always have gloves on. No matter what I will have gloves on. Either it be pink, orange, or black. I have never showed anyone my hands or fingers....ever...and no one would like that to happen either.

PERSONALITY
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POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
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LIKES
I just love men, but woman sound just as yummy also. My little sister, Chiyoko is my world I love her to death. Especially of how cute and adorable she is!. I have a lot of things I like but kimichi would be one of them. I just, I can't help but love eating it! It taste so hott yet...so darn spicy!!! I haven't told anyone yet (except Chiyo-chan of course! <3) but I am obsessed with cute girly lolita clothing. I just..I CAN'T HELP IT. It just looks so darn cute! Which is why many people mistake me for chiyo-chan sometimes. I find it rude but at the same time they probably think I'm sooo darn cute!!! That's another thing I love, seeing cute things and people! It amazes me at how some people may call themselves ugly, while others say their pretty cute! I think I've said cute too many times.

DISLIKES.
Hurting my Chiyo-chan will get you a one way ticket to feeling my fist. I hate it when people hurt my chiyo-chan. SHE'S MY CHIYO-CHAN GO DAMMIT! So don't hurt her! That's another thing, when people want to kill. That pisses me off. I mean sure I like to do it too, but only when the person deserves it. That's something my sister taught me. All living things should be cherished. Not hurt or killed. Oh yes, getting mad won't make me happy (duh). I go into a rage and I will not be very pleasant. Although nothing annoys me the most than Satan, the king of all demons. Ugh, If I ever end up in a fight with that dude......PREPARE TO DIE MOTHER-****** I WILL SEE TO IT THAT YOU EARN YOUR PASSAGE TO HELL! I know I know, I'm asking for a death sentence aren't I? Oh well, it's not like I care, as long as you don't call me weak or touch my hair while your calling me "little one" then we'll get a long just fine!

HOBBIES
Surfing is one thing that I utmost love! Just feeling the water run over my skin and the touch of the sand between my toes feels so good! Chiyo-chan likes flowers, but for me? I like planting flowers. I wear gloves so it won't die when I touch it. Card games are also one of my favorites to do. I don't know what it is about them I just love it! Even playing gold fish is fun! Since it's one of the first games I've ever learned! Watching Chiyo-chan sleep is so relaxing. I just love seeing her stomach rise and fall as shes resting. Ish sooooo kawaii! Oh and..don't tell anyone this but cross dressing is another one of my hobbies. I just love those cute frilly lolita dresses that girls put on! It just makes me go wild! OH! OH! eating is another thing I love to do! I don't know if it'll count as a hobby though. But oh well!

FEARS
Chiyo-chan dying, Having some man take Chiyo-chan, Being alone forever, No chocolate, Having my glove taken off. I know there were about two more but anyway, I would kill anyone if they took my Chiyo-chan away from me! And no I don't have a sister complex! (total lie) I-III I just have a problem with someone taking things that are mine from me! Hey! that's another thing that I fear! But nothing gets me more than having anyone find out about my cross dressing craze!



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




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


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Chiyoko I feel happy and glad whenever shes around me. Considering the fact that we are brother and sister; her being my younger sister. I have to take care of her. I am siblings with Chiyoko isobe and I'll do whatever it takes to protect her.

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 Teto-chan ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF spunk AND craziness AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A loud-mouth.





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★ ( ( Arin ) ) ● ( ( 20 ) ) ● ( ( Oracle ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( February 17th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY
Well being twin oracles has made both twins dislike their gift. When one oracle is born they have the ability to only see both futures. This will tend to leave the oracle sane and they won’t hate their gift. They don’t lose interest in weather they see good or bad. It doesn’t suck the very emotion out of them. They are the lucky ones.

I am the lucky one I think. Since I only sees bad things that leaves one constantly looking at the positives of things and being cheerful at any good news. I find that there is beauty in everything I see even though my predictions are grim. I also have grown up with my sister, she is so gloomy I wish I could cheer her up. We try to maintain ourselves by being close but lately her cravings for love a happiness has gone a bit far. She will even climb into bed with me.

I like it sometimes but, it feels almost empty for me and I am beginning to feel her grim attitude creeping into me. She has a ravenous hunger I can not satisfy any more and I fear that she will lose herself to this self loathing and turn to drugs and more sex.

We were ripped from our parents at a young age to be able to magnify our powers. Something happened to my sister though. She was doing great and something happened one night. She said she saw the end of the world which is weird because she can only see good things. Ever since she has been crazy and she has mental breakdowns where she is untouchable.

REASON.
I wish I could help my sister and make her be happy again.

I FIGHT FOR My sister.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Man


APPEARANCE
Arin is about 6’3” he is of muscular build and has a sweet face. It is almost childlike yet regal and old looking. He was born with his two tones hair part of the twin thing with his sister. She has the same hair. He usually wears a wife beater tank top or no shirt at all.

When he’s not in a romp he will wear long jeans and usually tight ones. He has no interest his passing his genes on and cursing more children so he and his sister are sterile. Not that is makes it any less fun.

PERSONALITY
Arin is a bit gitty and more than willing to please. He likes people and has a preferance to pretty men over girls. He is also a bit of a badass. He can be very serious for when his visions come they are very detailed and are always exact.

He is very protective of his sister. He wants to keep her from herself more than anything but he can only fight to defend her from creeps she doesn't want. And he is also caring although he wouldn't risk his life for anyone but his sister he would help out/

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Future sight:
He can see the bad things in life like someone being struck by a boulder, or something to that effect. He can tell you how fast it is going but he can't exactly tell you where or when it will happen. But be warned it will happen no matter how you fight it. He to has the same white glow as his sister when a real vision takes place although they have been known to just be able to see ahead but it isn't clear and hard to interpret.

Bubble:
Being that an oracle is most vulnerable when in a vision they create an indestructible bubble of mind energy around them. This can knock any attacker unconscious from just touching it. Although when they are in their normal state they can do something similar.

Shield:
Only a half bubble that can be touched but not penetrated.


LIKES
Arin likes to people watch. They amuse him and he also enjoys public speaking not that it goes well when a vision strikes. His sister's smile, though rare it could bring a puppy back from the dead it is so pretty. Flowers, bright colors, balloons, and Japanese fans.

DISLIKES.
I don't like little boys, rough and tumble little brats. Birds, noisy buzzards. When my sister freaks out. That would be one of them. Shedding dogs. I am not a fan of dog hair in my eyes and nose. Monogamy.

HOBBIES
He enjoys running, climbing trees, working out. He doesn't like to do them competitively nor as even a game. Arin is not competitive and he is nice enough to always let the other person win. He plays video games however he is then a different person because he will take. you. down.

FEARS
He doesn't like the dark, not necessarily the dark itself but what's inside the dark. He is also not a fan of guns. The look, the sound, everything about them screams for him to stay away and never touch.



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




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


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Dear sister, do you ever fear what we do is wrong? I do, but I will never leave you.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
To my sister

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Gambits_girl ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF JOY AND VANITY AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A ONE NICE b*****d.





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