Congratulations!

[Gambits_girl]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I see your happiest moments. Again. But I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Nira ) ) ● ( ( 20 ) ) ● ( ( oracle ) ) ● ( ( female ) ) ● ( ( 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.

My brother can’t remember when it happened and neither can I. I always see the wonderful things the great things. So I am sucked dry of happiness since every surprise and good thing is ruined for me. But somehow, his gift over lapped and I saw the end of the world. That first of was a three day ordeal. They couldn’t snap me out of the trans. I woke up screaming as I was at the mercy of my mind.

I would rather never see the future again. I can no longer control the visions. I see happiness everywhere who’s getting proposed to and who’s occasionally going to commit mass murder. The reason these visions are so horrid is there is no way to stop them from coming and we can’t do anything to change the future. My brother and I have buried so many friends.

I drown out the visions for the most part, at least from memory with alcohol and sex. When I can’t find a man I know my brother will help me get a fix to keep my mind from reality. He takes such good care of me. I love him you know.

REASON I wish our powers were gone.

I FIGHT FOR family



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




★ thεrε ωas a raging mind


APPEARANCE
Nira stands 5' 4" She is short in stature next to her brother. He is massive to her which is why some people ask if she is the younger sibling. She has a very sad face and rarely smiles. She has a very slim waist and smooth skin. She also has hair that is naturally black underneath and blond on the top.

She generally wears revealing clothes trying to drag in any mental distraction. She tends to wear high heeled boots and tight skirts. She doesn't have much of a chest so she wears corsets that hide her flaw. She also has a scar under her left eye. She did it during a vision, it was violent enough she wanted to cut her eyes out.

PERSONALITY
She appears to be a bit schizophrenic. She is quiet and has a mild twitch in her left eye. Although most people won't notice it she feels like it is a full body twitch. She is very self conscious and she has a low self respect. Although she holds herself high and mighty she thinks she is nothing more than dirt.

But if you can break past her outward show she is a utter psycho. She only has her brother as a friend. She will not allow anyone else near her unless it's a booty call. She becomes violent and will try to gouge out you eyes. That is her goal, to stop you from seeing her. Yet she collects eyes from her victims and keeps them, even though they torment her.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Future sight:
For the most part and most of her life she could only see happy things and now, she has been seing violent things like brutal murders of families, and people being ripped limb from limb. These are random and she can't stop them. Some times they take over her body and a white light covers her eyes and she will repeat out loud what she sees.

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.

Blade:
She has a heavy sword she carries with her as a weapon. Normally her brother takes it away from her when she has visions they tend to be violent. It is about 3 feet long and she can swing it at close to 100 miles and hour, part of tennis and base ball practice. And she is excellent at defending with this weapon from her sword class.


LIKES
Art, Nira loves to paint and sketch anything with a writing utensil. She will even cut her fingers and draw in blood. She likes blood too, the shiney color and the smell of metallic. She also likes shiney swords this means they are sharp and deadly. She likes silence, and when her visions don't take place. Oh and cigarettes drinking and drugs if ya have em

DISLIKES.
She hates little girls, They have to much to look forward to and Nira just wants to put a cigarette out on their pretty little foreheads. She also dislikes girls who sing. What is so great you need to sing, b***h? Sissy men, bitchy men, and better dressed men. My brother doesn't count because I dress him.

HOBBIES
She does art any form and any where when the moment hit she needs to draw something. Even if she has to cut her own wrist to get the ink she will. She does a bit of running, and she plays tennis, and baseball. All things that help in her sword training.

FEARS
She fears her dark visions, she becomes violent to anyone near her at the time and doesn't have the bubble around her. She also hates small spaces even medium spaces not a fan. She also is afraid of cats, she isn't sure why but when she sees one she freaks out.



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




★ aηd She livεd happily nεvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Dear brother. I want you to be mine and I want you to be my only love. So don't EVER think of leaving me!

THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
BreakLabyrinth

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Gambits_girl ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF JEALOUSY AND INSANITY AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A BROKEN ORACLE.





❝ ❞

[Royal Douchebag]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I may be good for nothing, but I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Maggie Mui ) ) ● ( ( Twenty ) ) ● ( ( Human ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( December 25 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY
Maggie lives in an apartment building in Hong Kong with her two sisters Anita King, and Michelle Cheung. They make a living by running their own detective agency. Their own business is called 'Paper Sisters Detective Agency', and they surprisingly get a good deal of clients. Probably due to their efficiency and powers.

Michelle, Anita, and Maggie are well aware of the fact that they are not true biological sisters, but they are so close, and have been through so much together that they consider themselves true sisters. Maggie is the middle sister and often acts the more responsible of the three. Michelle and Maggie share one very common interest, their insane love of books. They love books so much that their entire apartment is filled to the rim with thousands of books that they both have read several times.

Well, one day they get a job from a famous authors, publisher, to protect her from her many "admirers" during a book signing in Hong Kong. This author is known as Nenene Sumiregawa. Obviously s**t goes down and on their way to take her to a hotel the exact room Nenene was suppose to be staying in blows up. Sending huge amounts of debris hurling to the ground below. Meggie makes a quick escape with Nenene and her sisters and they end up meeting the publisher in a separate hotel. No matter how much the group pleaded with Nenene to not go to the book signing, she went anyways. She gets attacked by this jealous, psychopathic author, and so it is the Paper Sisters to the rescue.

They end up saving her a** several more times, and end up living with her in her apartment to make sure she stays safe. Maggie, Michelle, and Anita are of course completely unaware that this crazy organization that calls themselves The British Library, want to kidnap Nenene in order to destroy the world and start anew. All sorts of s**t goes down. It becomes known that Nenene's "overprotective" publisher was actually working for the British Library the whole time. He used the Paper Sisters to keep a constant eye on her, and to make sure none of the British Library's competition got to her first. Once they were ready to cleanse the world they sent a s**t load of special troops into Nenene's apartment. They all fought as hard as they could, but they were drastically outnumbered, and all out of paper. All Paper Sisters are captured and cuffed excluding Maggie, who gets shot in the back in her final attempt to save Nenene before she gets captured. That last thing the b*****d publisher does to sort of spit in their faces is, he pulls out a small briefcase and places it on the floor in front of Michelle and Anita. He tells them it is the payment they are owed for taking such good care of Nenene. He then kindly thanks them and leaves the apartment. Not without delivering a swift kick to the back of Maggie's head for giving him so much trouble during the capture.

It isn't long before all Paper Sisters recover from their injuries, and make a plan to save Nenene. Originally they were only in this for the money, but they all developed a close friendship with the author, and it was sadly their fault she had been kidnapped. They were willing to risk everything to save their new friend, including their own lives. They took their entire payment, and instead of paying their overdue rent in Hong Kong the spent all of the money on supplies for their most dangerous mission yet.

Many things go down when they infiltrate the British Library's heavily secure base. For the most part they stuck together, each sister using there own special skills to eliminate every obstacle aimed towards them. That is until they met up with Sonny Wong, a very powerful paper master hired by the British Library on the off chance Maggie, Michelle, and Anita made it to far in their base. (These guys prepare for everything x_x) The Paper Sisters are literally in shock at how powerful this man is. Not only was he huge, but his paper skills seemingly surpassed theirs in every way. Maggie's defensive/ logic mode kicks in, and she tells her sisters to go on without her. They argued with her, but Maggie was not having it. She turns her back on them and goes after Sonny alone. Michelle and Anita decide to honor their sisters request and continue the mission to save Nenene without their sister at their sides.

It isn't long before Anita and Michelle get separated. Michelle ends up fighting many solders on her own. While Anita rescues Nenene from the dangerous experiments the British Library nearly began preforming on her. Michelle ends up clearing the area of solders. Anita begins dragging the unconscious Nenene out of the British Library's headquarters. Meanwhile, Maggie surprisingly gets the upper hand in the fight with Sonny. The paper master is humiliated by the fact that this woman was better then him, and that he had never lost a battle in his life. He pulls a dumb a** move in desperation, and ends up dying because of it. He caused a very expensive and important looking machine to blow up, which then caused this crazy a** chain reaction of explosions to occur. The place ends up getting flooded in what appears to be oil. Maggie decides that the fight is done and makes her escape. While Sonny drowns to death in the flood of oil. Soon the entire family is reunited outside of the destroyed building, and there is one big happy reuniting moment. Sadly the s**t that happens to this group is far from over. The British Library is far from finished with their evil plans, and from the remains of there old headquarters rises a new one. With new powers and even bigger threats.

REASON
I am here to cure Fay of her illness and blindness. I want her to have a chance at life and not die so young to this awful disease. I also want her to be able to see all her favorite places that she could never see before.

I FIGHT FOR
I fight for good and I fight to protect my family from harm, even if it costs me my life.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Paper Master.


APPEARANCE
Maggie is a very tall woman. Her height (6'1) makes her feel incredibly awkward around others. At first she is almost boyish in appearance, her style of clothing doesn't help her much. She has short black hair that has a mind of it's own. She also has nice brown eyes. Though often careless of her appearance, Maggie is actually quite attractive.

Maggie usually dresses in slacks and long, loose shirts. But while fighting she constructs an elaborate blue and white fighting costume (out of paper) Typically underneath her clothes she will wear a black combat leotard in case of lack of paper or sudden unconsciousness.

PERSONALITY
Maggie is a quiet, modest, and an antisocial bibliophile. She possesses her own form of realism and straightforwardness. Maggie says little, but when she does speak she cuts straight to the heart of the matter and her suggestions show calm good judgment. Maggie is extremely protective of her friends and family. Her quietness and placid exterior, mask a complex and conflicted personality. She is brave and decisive in battle and times of physical danger, but many ordinary situations leave her baffled and uncertain. She blushes frequently and is easily embarrassed. She never complains, but she sometimes feels overwhelmed by complicated tasks. Maggie suffers from a lack of confidence. This is especially true in social situations. Maggie is almost pathologically shy.

Maggie is also known to be very blunt in certain situations. Never holding conversations well with people besides her family, she tends to say exactly what is on her mind, especially if she believes in what she is saying strongly. As I said Maggie is a bibliophile, meaning she has a physical and mental obsession over the reading and possession of books. It is said that this disease is somehow linked with her powers but this isn't set in stone. Maggie at times physically needs to have a book or she will faint. Having literally read millions of books Maggie is extremely book smart and multilingual, however street smart... Not so much. She is also a fantastic cook.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Maggie posses the ability to control paper. Her paper powers allow her to create and control paper "familiars," like a giant bird capable of transport, paper made monsters, and robot type things etc. She also has strong defensive powers creating massive bullet-proof walls and spheres. All beings, and defenses are made out of an enormous amount of paper she can shape at her will with her mind. Maggie is also known to make paper weapons, equal in strength to whatever it is shes copying. For example... Paper sword... Is sharp and strong like a real sword. You get the picture.

LIKES
If it weren't obvious enough Maggie likes loves books and everything about them. Her favorite author is Ernest Hemingway. She enjoys cooking and helping others out. She loves her sisters Michelle Cheung and Anita King. She is very shy, and antisocial so she hardly makes friends of her own, but she has developed a close friendship with a blind girl named Fay who has a deadly disease called Amyotrophic Brain Stem Decay. Fay is the reason why Maggie is here, she wishes to cure her of this illness. Though it is strange for her enormous stature, she enjoys small enclosed spaces and can be often found reading her favorite novels under a table or in a closet. Oh, and she has a major sweet tooth.

DISLIKES.
Maggie isn't one to complain, but she does have a few things that she doesn't like. For one, she hates being sick, because when she gets sick, she gets super sick. She doesn't like feeling useless and hates imposing herself on her sisters, but she is known to faint randomly when ill and has to take it easy. Being the shy woman she is, Maggie doesn't like public places and crowds and is known for avoiding these things by any means. She doesn't like meeting new people and shies away around strangers. Mostly she loves her sisters with all of her heart and wont tolerate any harm coming to them. She will do anything to stop evil people especially if they harm her family.

HOBBIES
Maggie likes reading and collecting books. She likes running errands for her sisters and even driving them around. She enjoys cooking every meal in the house and even cleaning to an extent. However, reading is the bee's knees for her there is nothing she enjoys more then reading a good book.

FEARS
Clearly anything negative ever happening to her sisters is a huge concern for Maggie. When it comes to fighting she fears very powerful opponents, ones she knows she wont be able to beat. She fears becoming terminally ill, and helpless, much like her dear friend Fay. She losses sleep over Fay, deathly afraid she will pass away. The only woman Maggie truly fears is her landlord/friend/possible crush, Nenene Sumiregawa, a very prominent and famous author in Japan.



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




★ aηd she livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Captain Jack Sparrow Although he loves bossing me around and treating me badly, I really like Jack. I've read so many stories about pirates and he knows his role and plays it well. I can't be mad at him for being himself, especially since he is allowing me aboard his pirate ship. I can honestly say I'd put my life on the line for him, and I think we will get far in this game together.

Kanna S-she, well... Uh... She is very nice. [insert blush] She kind of scares me though.


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 BOOK SMARTS AND BRAVERY AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A PAPER MASTER.





❝ Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away. ❞

[Titty McNipples]

for later. :c <3

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Huh? What? OH RIGHT. I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Ezekiel or 'Zeke' ) ) ● ( ( age ) ) ● ( ( science-baby ) ) ● ( ( WHAT THE ******** DOES THAT MEAN?! ) ) ● ( ( birthday ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY.

NOTE #17
My father goes by the name 'Dr. Braveheart' but after seeing some of the 'procedures' he gets away with the term 'Mad Scientist' is more fitting. He's a real creepy dude with an obsession for carving people up and keeping their toes in jars on the kitchen mantle. Apparently he's pretty well known for creating magical potions and seltzers and s**t that can either cure you or kill you with just one swig. Pretty potent s**t. Anyways, he's a reaaaal mysterious kinda dude. Really quiet. I knew he's totally hidin' somethin'. One night when he was in the 'secret laboratory' I snuck into his room to do a little sleuthing. I found my first clue. This picture.Yeah, pretty creepy right?! I knew I had a mystery on my hands right ********' there... so I tore that bedroom up. I found nothing besides a few medical books.

NOTE #19
No other clues have surfaced as of yet. Daddy does a good job keeping everything hidden... that b*****d. Tonight he forced me to wear a really old dusty dress. I hate dresses. I asked him why and he didn't say anything, what a ******** surprise. The dress seems like it was passed down for many, many years. Could it have belonged to his mother? Could it have belonged to my mother? Do I even have a mother? Where the Hell did this creep hide my birth certificate? I bet all the good stuff is hidden in his secret lab. That's where I'll find the juicy secrets... but how do I get in? I've ********' tried, but I have no clue what the password could possibly be. A sequence of numbers and letters, I'm guessing. It'll take me ages to crack the code. Hm... what about the date on that old picture I found? 3/17, hm. I suppose this old dress could be a clue.

NOTE #20
I googled my name 'Anna Braveheart' today and happened across a recent obituary. Anna Braveheart died after a long battle with spinocerebeller ataxia. She left behind her son (age nine) named Malfoy Braveheart and her husband. Her husband Creutzfeldt-Jacob Malfoy Braveheart. Mind you, that's not a very common name. Now, I just gotta figure what my dad's full name is. Hold on, I should probably jot down the date on the obituary. August 13th. Huh... weird. Same as my birthday. Agh, this woman must've been my mother... right? Then how come I'm, like, sixteen and this kid Malfoy is nine and it's only been a couple of years and AHKGDHGHSJHJDS. WHAT THE HELL? This doesn't make sense at all! I'm gonna need more clues. A hell of a lot more clues.

NOTE #25
I can't find s**t. Went back into dad's bedroom and look back at those medical books. Found out they were all on spinocerebeller ataxia. There is no known cure for this disease. Apparently it just eats away your... like... nerves until you can't walk, talk, eat. All that. Lately I've been wondering what the Hell happened to dad's other kid. MAYBE HIS BODY IS SOMEWHERE IN THE SECRET LAB! ********! I gotta get in there! I don't know exactly what I'm trying to solve anymore, but I'm solvin' it. Tonight while he's sleeping I'm gonna enter in all these numbers and dates and names I found until something works.

NOTE #26
Fail.

NOTE #26
813ANNARIP - access granted. HOW THE HELL DID I GUESS THAT? Anyways, I finally managed to crack the code and snuck into the secret lab. Kinda wish I didn't.... because there were a bunch of naked people in tubes. Some were men, some were women. Some looked exactly like me. I stumbled across his work bench and rushed to gather information from the computer database and the folders and the scattered papers, but everything was gibberish to me.

ANNA9 - failure - refusal of injection
ANNA10 - failure - incurable
MALFOY7 - testing - n/a
ANNA12 - obsolete - harvested
MALFOY9 - obsolete - harvested
MALFOY19 - testing - n/a
ANNA11 - failure - faulty
MALFOY13 - failure - faulty
ANNA20 - obsolete - stem cells
ANNA21 - obsolete - ataxia
MALFOY17 - obsolete - ataxia
MALFOY18 - obsolete - stem cells

test - injection1 - Spinocerebeller
test - injection3 - possible cure
test - injection4 - possible cure
test - injection5 - adv. Spinocerebeller
test - injection6 - stem cells

No time to analyze. Moving onto the heavy folder.

Photographs? I'm looking into this photographs now trying to guess the dates. Given these pictures, there is absolutely nothing I can conclude. Discovery - Dad's name is Creutzfeldt-Jacob Malfoy Braveheart, his father's name was Malfoy Braveheart, his grandfather was named Creutzfeldt-Jacob Braveheart and his great-grandfather was named Creutzfeldt Braveheart. This doesn't help me.

Moving onto next folder. A newspaper article? I'll be taking this.

Ancient bell found in Kyushu
Discovery raises questions on origin of 'dotaku'

SAGA (Kyodo) An ancient gold bell believed to date back to the second or third century has been unearthed from the Yoshinogari archaeological site, the Saga Prefectural Board of Education said Thursday. The ancient bell is believed to be a 'bell of miracles' used by descendants of Gods that have fallen to Earth.

Moving back to photographs. Looking for anything resembling a bell.... oddly enough, the bell is everywhere. I'm arranging the pictures into a timeline and am noticing that there's just one bell and it seems to travel from generation to generation. Dad doesn't wear the bell around his neck like his dad did. I can easily conclude that he passed it down to his son. Knowing this, it's possible that Malfoy Braveheart is still alive out there.

REASON. WISH/REASON FOR BEING IN THE GAME.

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



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




★ thεrε ωas a (girl/boy/man/beast).


APPEARANCE
[ strike ] [ a ] [ pose ] [ baby! ]

PERSONALITY
Zeke is approachable yet unattainable. She's the girl teenage dirtbag all the bad guys want. Zeke is so completely white trash that if you cut her she'd bleed crystal meth and Kevin Federline. She is prone to random acts of sex and violence, hair dyeing, flatulence, smoking, burping, nose-picking, vomiting, spitting, and more than occasional drunkenness. She also has the ability to outrun any ice-cream van. Zeke, although not the classiest broad, is always fun to be around. She's friendly, outgoing, attention grabbing and loud. Zeke is a renowned adrenaline junkie and loves mountain climbing, dirt biking, car racing, speeding, motorcross, etc. She's usually decked out in scabs, scratches and band-aids. Zeke is always up for an adventure and is a sucker for a good mystery. Sherlock Holmes, in her opinion, is the greatest fictional character of all time. Every time Ezekiel picks up a book it is always-always a good mystery. This brawny butch is always up for a game of pretend Sherlock Holmes and really gets competitive during a round of Clue. She attempts to make an adventure out of absolutely nothing quite frequently and carries around a notepad full of fake mysteries that 'need' to be solved and clues that are irrelevant. Zeke is a bit clumsy and although she tries her very hardest she always seems to miss the mark. She goes out on a limb to protect her friends... wait, what friends? Well, she goes out on limbs. If you aren't too put-off by Zeke (or intimidated by her), try to make friends with her. You probably won't regret it (then again, what do I know?)

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

LIKES
When me and the gang ride our bikes on the pavement, set light to our pubes, steal, lie, break things, smoke cigs down to the butt, draw dicks on models in SKY Magazine, punch people and sometimes cruise into the McDrive-in of McDonalds and order a McSpunk shake, call them McCunts and McPetrol bomb the ******** joint.

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

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

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



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




★ aηd (she/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.
[ x ]

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. ❞

[Scissor Doll]

A work in progress.

❝ If I caη bε togεthεr with my Daddy I caη bε your paωη. ❞




★ ( ( Jess Ambrogino ) ) ● ( ( E-eleven ) ) ● ( ( I'm a normal human girl... Aren't I..? ) ) ● ( ( I just said girl... ) ) ● ( ( March Second... ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON I want to be Happy again...

I FIGHT FOR Happiness



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




★ thεrε ωas a Little Girl. . . . . . .


APPEARANCE
She is always wearing a pink long sleeved but a bit short dress and sometimes is found wearing a blue sweatshirt is she gets cold. The dress is covered in blood. Her hair use to be brown, but it was covered in blood, and since she could never really wash her hair, it mixed with it. Once she escaped and took a bath / shower, she could never get the red out, so it became her hair color naturally almost. Her blue, clouded eyes are stained with tears. Most the time, there is blood all over her. She doesn't wear any socks or shoes, she hasn't since she was a Little Sister, so it's made her feet able to stand walking on almost anything without feeling almost nothing. She can walk on glass, things as hot as a blue flame, ice, for long periods of time as well, and not feel anything except that they are there.

Even though her hair is blood stained, it's still very soft and shiny, same with her skin. She doesn't talk much to people unless she trusts them, her voice isn't that of a normal girl's, there's a hint of a demonic voice behind her sweet feminine voice. Her vision is also something different then what others see. Most the time, what she sees is that she's in a beautiful mansion, all the furniture is covered up by white cloth, indicating that she shouldn't climb on it. Any creature or things like that will act how they usually are, but they look like a gentleman in a suit with a mask on to her, but in a few seconds her vision will turn to what it really looks like, which often times can frighten her. Certain things trigger what makes her see the real world, for example, something that isn't suppose to be there, or something that is there but she wouldn't see with her fake vision.

The dress and sweatshirt is the only thing she does always wear. Sometimes she might wear a little hat, or mask, or jacket, or whatever she feels like, but most the time that's it. On her is a Knife, an ADAM collecting gun, and her Daddy Doll. The knife is a butcher knife, and is covered in blood, blade and handle. The ADAM collecting gun is a normal gun carried amongst the Little Sisters, hers is normally full for a few reasons. The reasons are that she always either collects a lot depending on where she is, and she doesn't drink in as much as she use to, she doesn't live on it anymore. She eats and drinks other things, but ADAM is her favorite thing to drink. The gun is a needle gun, and the bottle is a special bottle used by the Little Sisters, the end that is in the air has straw like hole that they drink out of, and there is a little marble inside that is always covering it except when she wants to drink from it, when she is done it knows to go back into it's place from before. Her Daddy Doll is a handmade Doll of a Rosie Big Daddy, the most common found Daddy with Little Sisters. But it's used to symbolize all the different kinds of the Big Daddies.

PERSONALITY

3/1/1973
{ Mrs. Ambrogino,

I have done as requested and spoken with your daughter. I agree with your assessment, though only in part. Yes, Jess is brash and prone to act without forethought, and she has a habit of treating others like playthings. I've received reports of at least three men being dismembered as a result. But I do not think her, as you put it, beyond repair. Rather, I believe the solution to be a simple matter. She seeks your approval, your attention. The outbursts are a result of insecurities and borne out of a sense of inadequacy. She speaks of you often, and fondly and expresses a desire to be closer to you. So if she is loud and foul and angry - I believe it is simply because she wants to be noticed. She wants to be loved. Though there is a figure she speaks even more of, the one she calls Daddy. But her father dies a month before she was born, so who could she be speaking of more than you...? Act as you see fit on the information I've given you here. But I must ask that we end this correspondence. Were she to discover the nature of our conversations, I fear what might become of me, and even worse, you.

Yours in Confidence,
Adric Reece. }

In a few words she is simply scared, unloved, confused. Her innocence was stolen from her at the age of six, so what would you expect. Growing up in the city of Rapture as a Little Sister, so many things stolen from her. She can't remember her past before being a Little Sister, and the one closest to her are the Big Daddies, her Daddy. She doesn't trust anyone except Big Daddies, Big Sisters, and adult women as long as they don't have a hair color close to hers, but when she does decide to trust someone, she is very trustworthy, but she's still always afraid that you'll hurt her. She's very sweet, very kind, she likes to draw things for you and give you gifts if she likes and or trusts you.

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

LIKES
I love my Daddy, he's the best Daddy in the whole world. . . . Even though my Little Sister days are over, I still love collecting ADAM, it tastes so good and I always love to watch over the sleeping angels. . . All the other Little Sisters were my friends, so all girls around my age are my friends. I've learned to protect myself when Daddy isn't around, and there aren't any vents, all thanks to Big Sisters. I also like adult women, I trust them most the time, unless I'm told not to, or if they have my mother's or my hair color... my mother... I love my Daddy Doll, it's the only thing that reminds me that I'll see him again one day, I'm sure of it.

DISLIKES.
I don't like adults, mainly adult men, they always hurt me, only my Daddy protects me and Big Sister too. I don't like people hurting my Daddy, or my Daddy being gone. I don't like being taken away from Daddy, and I don't like things that are scary and I don't like the spilcers in fact I don't like things along the lines of that, I don't like it when people have the same hair color as me. . . or my mother... I now would be able to survive being Harvested, but. . . It still scares me and it hurts a lot, because I still have a lot of ADAM in me, because my Daddy always made sure I was safe and with him but when people touch my Daddy Doll I have to hurt them.

HOBBIES
My hobbies would consist of collecting ADAM, being with Daddy or adult women, and singing the song my Uncle Henry would tell all us Little Sisters before we went to sleep. When I'm collecting ADAM from the angels, sleeping or not, after collecting I like to drink a lot of it and I've noticed that if I inject it into others they start to sleep like the other sleeping angels. When I'm with Daddy, I love to ride on his shoulder for fun sometimes, and if the other girls are there as well, we like to play around and on him as he was sitting down, I love my Daddy. I like to draw things and give gifts to those who have helped me, those I trust and or like.

FEARS
I'm afraid of Splicers, I'm also afraid of adult men, they've been known to hurt us Little Sisters. I'm scared the moon.



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




★ aηd she did ηot livε happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Daddy (aka Mr Bubbles, or Mr B) You always save me from the monsters. . . . .

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 xx_Cold_Doll_xx● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF FEAR AND ABUSE AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A KNOWLEDGEABLE LITTLE SISTER.





❝ Ashes, Ashes, the Angels fall down. . . . . . . ❞

[Red-Queenie]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I live for science, so I caη't bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Katrina Louis Gomez ) ) ● ( ( 28 ) ) ● ( ( Despri ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( The Day the World Stood Still ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Katrina was born during a time of great advancement in her world called Mierta. Peace had recently been won by the extermination of a group of beings known as the Despri. They where a religious race, skilled in magic and communicating with spirits. Powerful beings, but nothing against the weapons of the Kitzi, a technologically advanced race that wanted the lush land that the Despri occupied. The foliage was a great place for research and advancing their ever growing cities.

The defeat of the Despri was a turning point for their world. Instead of the "tree-hugging" ways of the Despri there was the cold, hard ways of the Kitzi. The end of the Despri was when their high priestess, the one who talked with the higher being, was killed. She had been pregnant and giving birth at the time and it was only by pure grace that the child was able to be hidden by a large leaf in the woman's room. Seconds later the place was infiltrated and her mother was slaughtered.

After the death of the priestess the world stopped and all lights left the world for five minutes. This gave one of the priestesses attendants time to sweep the child in to her arms and hide her and the child in a secret annex in the room. Panic swept the world, but after the five minutes the lights returned and the search for the last two Despri began.

Katrina and the attendant escaped to a fairly small town of the Kitzi and she left the child at a local orphanage. The reason? Because the only difference between the Kitzi and the Despri where the fact that they had powers and a tattoo that was given to each child at birth. Since Katrina never received the tattoo and she would never learn of the magic she possessed then she would simply live as a Kitzi. Which she did.

Katrina thrived in the small orphanage surprisingly. She was a curious child and was always analyzing and dissecting things. At the age of fifteen she was accepted in to the prestigious Academy of Sciences that was the driving force of the world. It was soon made apparent that she was a genius, even in her time of advanced minds.

Katrina was soon one of the top researchers in the world and she was granted millions to work on whatever her little heart desired. She threw herself into research, let it take a hold of her. She is never satisfied and her dream is to know everything about everything. Still research is half the fun. She loves to cut strange things open, especially people. The few times a stray Despri enters her lab have been the happiest and most interesting moments of her life.

In her latest experiment she has managed to obtain a wide arrange of deadly specimen's that she is itching to test. Things is her test "subjects" wouldn't be arriving for another week. Perhaps she should just try it out herself. Her antidotes would hopefully work.

REASON. The joy that is science and research.

I FIGHT FOR Beautiful science.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Scientist.


APPEARANCE
Katrina stands at a height of 5'9" and has a very curvy body. While she is usually dressed in her work uniform she does have her moments of laziness. Usually she has a calm, superior face, especially when around those she feels are dumber than her, but she also has a worried, thoughtful look while researching. And when she isn't working she is even able to have a cute face.

PERSONALITY
Katrina is actually very fun and outgoing when she isn't in her lab. She is a very dedicated and curious person, especially with her research. She is the type of person who will throw herself into a project for days, hardly eating or sleeping while she is investigating something. She can be very serious and actually pretty sadistic when it comes to her test subjects. She has little to no compassion for others, seeing everything as only helpful or unhelpful to her research. She sees everything as research and is always looking for something new and interesting.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Herbalist:
Katrina is able to take almost any plant and make an antidote, a poison, really any kind of medicine or drug around. She can identify plants with a simple glance, but anything new she would simply have to test it.

Dissecting:
Katrina can take a scalpel, or knife, and find the best spots to cut them open at. She has extensive knowledge of the human body, being able to find pressure points and use those to her advantage. Her hand is quick and precise, she hardly ever misses when she cuts.

Spirit Chat:
A latent ability that is akin to her race. This ability allows her to speak with nearby "spirits" and "borrow" their powers to help her. She has never tapped in to this ability, but maybe if some event calls for her to be desperate she will pull out these powers.



LIKES
Katrina likes research and anything to do with science. She has a passion for dissecting and experimenting. She loves to see the reactions of her specimens when she injects them with a new drug or shocks them with electricity.
Katrina also loves to know everything. She likes to be able to inform others of things they might not know. She loves to teach and her favorite subject is the Despri.

DISLIKES.
Katrina absolutely hates it when something goes wrong, especially with her research. She doesn't like it when people fall in love with her. She doesn't have time for emotions and thinks their just a waste of time.
She hates relationships and she also hates magic. She doesn't believe in religion and thinks anyone who does is an idiot. She also hates idiots, with a passion.

HOBBIES
Katrina's only hobby is research. Science is her life, her love, her passion. The pursuit of all things is what she strives for. Another hobby that ties in with her research though is dissecting. She loves to find out what makes others tick and exactly where that ticking is happening at.

FEARS
Katrina fears dying before she has a chance to know everything. She is also afraid of being considered stupid. She is one of the brightest people of her time and she fears that someone smarter will come along and make her look like a fool.



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




★ aηd she livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

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

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
I wear a Short Skirt and Long Jacket while eating Cake.

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Red-Queenie● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF REASON AND PERSISTENCE AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A SCIENTIST.





❝ Science!❞

[Grindcore Lullaby]

Royal Blue 4 ●●●●
Royal Blue 2 ●●●●
Deep Sky Blue 2 ●●●●





no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Though I'm twisted and demented, I caη bε your paωη. ❞

[ All image credit goes to "Sugargrl14" @ Deviantart.com ]

★ ( ( Anastasia Evangeline [Avia] Aquinas ) ) ● ( ( Twenty o n e ) ) ● ( ( Fallen Angel ) ) ● ( ( Kvinna ) ) ● ( ( December 13 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY.

My name is Anastasia Evangeline Aquinas, Avia for short. And I'll let you know now, you can either call me Anastasia, or Avia. I've never been one for nicknames -unless we're in a relationship, that is. - And that's that.


When you were y o u n g ;

I was born on December thirteenth, in Heaven. Yeah, I'm not joking either. I was an angel at one point, but things change.. I guess. But let me start at the beginning.

They said on earth it was a stormy night, but in heaven it was as it always is. Bright and Perfect. Ugh, puke me. Well, they said that it was stormy on earth as I said, so I guess that had a lot of effect on my personality. Ever since I was a child, I've always been a bit difficult. But that's just what my parents always said. Though as I grew up, they said my personality calmed down a little bit. Though I doubt it. Most people would see me as a
rebel child on the less extreme side. But, if you want to get serious? How about
b***h. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you a little bit about my time in Heaven.

In favor with the G o d s;

My time in Heaven was odd, when I think back on it. I had lived there for all of 16 years. And of all sixteen I have to say only a few of them were what I would have considered well spent. I mean I wasn't always in cahoots with God for one thing; I just don't think he liked me much. But maybe I'm just paranoid? Hah, like that really matters. I think God just always had it out for me. But let's get past that and talk about my actual time in heaven! Though most of it was spent watching this lovely young man back on Earth. But that's to be saved for a little bit later - trust me, I'll get to him! - But I guess that Heaven was just like any place else. Well, minus the whole "People worship the man sitting next to you at the lunch table" aspect of it. But that's not something that involves me personally. Actually, I don't care for religion much at all. Organized prayer to a guy you stupid humans don't even know exists? How wasteful! There were a few great humans who should have been worshiped, but I guess you guys just didn't realize that. Oh, whatever.

F a l l i n g in Love;

Love. For Christ's sake -no pun intended, Jesus - Who thought I would love someone? I mean as an angel we love all Gods creations, but not a silly head over heels infatuation. But they say some of us get lucky and find real love. But hold out on calling me lucky until you hear the whole story, okay? Well! Onward then!

We all spend time on earth, us angels. Helping the needy and misguided and all that dandy s**t. Some of us grow attached to our charges, just as I did. His name was Aiden Diem Cosette, and he was my misguided charge. Aiden was a druggie from the rich side of town, who's parents were covering up his scandal while he tested the waters of rehabilitation. It seemed no matter how hard he tried, he always got a little knocked off track. And what was I there to do? I was there to just gently push him the right way. Yeah, right into a ******** grave ends up. Aiden had gone a whole two painful weeks in rehab before it finally struck him hard, and fast. He had been clean for two ******** weeks when God decided to off him. In the short time I had spent with him I had fallen Hard. My charge, the center of my infatuation was gone.

My fall from G r a c e;

Being the true idiot I am, I pleaded with the big man up stairs to bring him back. All he offered me were rejection letters. And what did I do? I kept on asking. I've always been told I'm persistent.. But after his final rejection, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Oh, what a stupid mistake. I turned my back on God, and began to toy with Aiden's soul; Trying to either get his body back, or create a new one. Turns out old man God doesn't like the angels messing with his "precious creations." And you can guess what he did when he found out what I was doing. He blew up. Thunder, Lightening, the whole shebang.

To say the least, this is my punishment. Old man God let me keep both my wings and my powers, I'm just condemned to Earth for an eternity. Sounds like it pretty much sucks, right? Well yeah, it sucked. And I guess it sucked right up until I met Drosselmeyer, because he brought the excitement into my life.

Drosselmeyer and The G a m e;

Remind me not to get ahead of myself, okay? Good. For my first few years on Earth, I tried to fit in. You know, stay an angel; Thinking God was just playing some sort of sick joke on me or something. But around my 5th or 6th year, I finally got the message. I mean it basically smacked me in the face -almost literally.

Rejected, Blacklisted, Not to Return.
Kinda like Satan! Ohohoho, how the jokes will fly. I guess you could easily say I was kinda pissed. I used just enough magic to keep my wings hidden in public - because what's the point of hiding them when I'm on my own? - But apparently the magic wasn't enough to keep the rest of me under control.. I developed some really bad habits, really quickly. The usual, of course. Drinking, Drugs, and Raving. My nice and light attitude hit the road running, and never made another appearance. Though occasionally the facade brings back the memories. I became both sarcastic and brutally honest. Laid back, but still a little hostile. After all, if God loved all his creations, why didn't he love me too? That b*****d. I don't really know; But let's move past that. Mmkay? Sounds like a good move to me.

I got a job to support my habits, and a small flat to support my body. And yes, I partied. But we can skip over all that mess, because it all kind of runs together after a little while.

But when I met Dross, I was trying to clean myself up. Drank only socially, and as far as drugs went? I limited myself to cigarettes, occasionally. I still had problems, there was no hiding that. I figured that one surefire way to get back into Heaven was to kill myself; Exactly what I was planning on doing. I had planned to simply drive my audi coupe into a river or something, and drown. Sounded like a crystal plan to me. Not like I had made any surefire friends or anything, so who would miss me? Just the kids I had previously done drugs with. Yeah, and that would last for a few days, at most before they moved on.

Until dross got a hold on me, that is. He explained his little game to me, and his big plans to grant someone one wish. All I had to do? Survive. So I figured "Hey, they don't want me in Heaven and I'm useless in Hell. So, why not! Sounded like a good way to waste time..




REASON. I want something like revenge. Or maybe something else. I'm still thinking about it.

The road to hell is paved with good rejection letters.

I FIGHT FORMe, myself & Valentine.



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




★ thεrε ωas a girl


APPEARANCE
- - -

My style? Oh right, I have one of those!
It's pretty simple, honestly. I'm a jeans and v-neck tee shirt kinda girl, most of the time. I mean ever since Aiden died, I really haven't had anyone to dress up for.

I'll stick to dark skinny fit jeans, with a pair of knee high boots over that; Followed with either a tank top or a v-neck shirt and a slim fit jacket over that. Occasionally I'll throw in some necklaces or a bracelet or two, but it's usually just jeans, boots and a shirt with a jacket. Followed with a bag - usually messenger or something like that -.

PERSONALITY
Personality.. Cult of Personality. Ohoho, how the jokes do fly! Well, let me get on. Because I'm obviously not funny. Well, you could really easily tell I'm rather sarcastic. But that's just one side of me. I'm also quite laid back and occasionally uncaring. But only sometimes. I have a sharp tongue and I'm willing to speak my mind when I need to. But I can easily also be caring and concerned. Just goes to say that everyone is two faced, right?

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
I'm.. An angel. So I have all those basics. Healing; A few heightened senses, and on occasion I can actually ******** fly! When I feel like revealing my feathery whites, that is. I've also learned some basics in elemental manipulation.

You know about Queres right? It's one of the few things that kills angels. I mean regular stuff like stabbing and shooting can slow us down a bit. Oh, along with injuring my wings. I mean they mean a lot to me -of course! Their my ******** wings! - But the poison is basically lethal.

LIKES
Ooh, finally something I'm good at! Well.. /taps fingers/ I like drinking and cigarettes, though only on social occasions with the drinking. But with cigarettes, comes smoking. Sure, they might kill me, but their damn addictive. I love Ice skating, and the rain. Ever felt the rain just slip down your head and back, working its way in between the feathers of my wings. Oh god, it's got to be the best feeling ever. I mean it's kinda like sex, only a little better. Well, on my terms at least. I love piercings and tattoos to be honest, and I have a few of my own. A set of ancient markings down my spine, done in their original script. I also love a good set of rock and techno music. I guess it might be silly, but the beats and occasional repetition is just.. Calming. But most of all, I love the Rain.

DISLIKES.
Oh lord, dislikes. And who's at the top of my list? God of course. The Big Man turned me down one too many times. Another type of person I dislike? Arrogance and Ignorance in people. Oh! Along with loud people. I mean if you have something worth saying, then say it. But don't be loud and pointless. Just to throw in something different; dogs. They've never liked me, and I don't like them. Simple as that. But back to people. Tools. If you're a classic cookie cutter, then get out.

HOBBIES
Ahh, my hobbies. Well, like all druggies I do love doing drugs but it's a habit I've kicked. Another hobby of mine? Painting. It's just.. Calming. Reading too, of course. Favorites being those silly mystery and shock novels. Oh, shock novels. Speaking of shocking? Well.. Ice skating. Keeps me fit, honestly. What I can't count towards the drugs, I can count towards the ice skating and gymnastics.

FEARS
Fears? Are Angels supposed to have fears? Well, some of us do. And I happen to have a few. Now this first one is a little stupid, but I have a huge fear of bugs. Creepy crawliers. Ugh, their just disgusting! Oh, and a dash of emetophobia. Otherwise, a fear of vomit and vomiting. Along with a slight twist of pediophobia or a fear of dolls. You know, those little ones without faces? Ugh, those are just flat out creepy.



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




★ aηd She livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

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

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Sometimes I just feel like a little boy brushed red, living in black and white. Is it really that confusing?

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Grindcore Lullaby● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF SARCASM AND HATRED AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A TWISTED ANGEL.





❝ Don't shake, I hate to see you tremble
tremble like you've lost your touch haven't you?
I'm so addicted.
So addicted. ❞

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

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I am made to be a pawn and so I caη bε your paωη. Of course! ❞

★ ( ( Alisa Harumi ) ) ● ( ( You should never ask a lady her age. ) ) ● ( ( Bunny Girl! ) ) ● ( ( Chick ) ) ● ( ( May 14th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON. WISH/REASON FOR BEING IN THE GAME.

I FIGHT FOR EVERYONE!



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




★ thεrε ωas a bunny.


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

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

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

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

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

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

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



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




★ aηd she livεd happily 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 i i C u t e D r e a m. ● ● ●



. . . 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. ❞

[TheCeej]

❝ I Ain't No Damη Paωη. Period. ❞

★ ( ( Marshall ) ) ● ( ( 26 ) ) ● ( ( Black ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( January 20th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. I was raised in A-T-L. That's Atlanta, Georgia for those of you who don't know it. The streets is rough ya'll and they make you rough wit' 'em. In A-T-L you learn real quick not to take no s**t from no fools, 'cuz that'll get a cap busted in yo' a** real quick, know what I mean? My Mama was a b***h who tried to sell my a** for some damn crack, but my Dad smacked her 'cross the face and went and shot the fool who bought me.

It wasn't long after that that I learned what the streets was really about: business. You can't walk down to the gas station without seeing what you might call a pimp or a drug-dealer. But we call 'em 'entrepreneurs'. Know what I mean, fool? I hooked up with some friends of mine one night who said they was into some heavy s**t. I'm talkin' big bucks, fool. So I went along for the ride. Man, I'm glad I did too, other than my cousin Johnny gettin' shot and dyin' the next day at his girlfriend Cierra's house. We was dealin' some heavy duty guns man. I ain't talkin' yo' every-day 9's and glocks, I'm talkin' some James Bond slash Lethal Weapon bullshit. s**t was off the chain, yo!

REASON. About two years after I first got into the weapons industry, things went south. We was supposed to be meeting an Asian guy named Mr. Wong to finish a deal. It was our biggest gig yet, fool. I'm not talking K's here, man, I'm talking millions. Enough to move my family the Hell out the ghetto and into some nice apartments downtown., know what I mean yo'? Well, anyways, this dumb-a** named Keith who we had just hired on accidentally shot off his gun and they lit up our asses.

The next thing I know, I'm layin in the hospital lookin' up at my dad and he's all lecturing me about the s**t I got myself into. I ain't normally the sappy type, but it really got to me the way he was talkin'. I told him I was sorry, and I wished I had never gotten involved in all that mess. The next thing I know this fool Drosselmeyer is tellin' me all this crazy s**t. Man, I don't know what the Hell to believe.

I FIGHT FOR my life, my family, and our future. If there's a way to get myself and my family out of the mess I got us into, then damn right I'm gonna kill, steal, or do whatever it is I needs to do.



. . . SEX AND SPICE MAKES EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas a man.


APPEARANCE
I am about six foot three inches tall, and I hit the scales at about two forty-five. I work out a lot so I got muscles on my muscles. So don't screw wit' me or I'll crush yo' face in byatch. I got black hair, but keep my head shavedmost of the time. I keep a goatee 'cuz the chicks think it's fly. My eyes are dark blue, and they can look right through your lies, so best be out with it when I ask you the first time, 'cuz the second time comes with a bullet.

I look like I was built for war, but ladies, let me tell you these tough hands can be smooth as silk if you give 'em the chance. The muscles you can see when you first see me ain't nothin' compared to the main muscle, if you know what I mean. When I say I'm built, I ain't lyin'. So ladies, don't hate, appreciate.



PERSONALITY
When I want something, I take it. Try and stop me, and I'll bust a cap in yo' a** real quick. I don't take no for an answer. I'm sure I could be a nice guy, like I was when I was a kid, but I think that guy is dead now. I'm about gettin' s**t done, and gettin' it done now. I don't like to wait.

When it comes to findin' a lady, well the truth is, I ain't wantin' no relationship. They call it a relationship for a reason. 'Cuz it's big, like a ship. I'm looking for more of a relationwagon. We'll do some bump-bump down the road, but when the s**t hits the fan, don't look to it to keep you safe.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
I'm damn good with a gun, any gun. I can run faster than anyone, jump higher than anyone, and punch harder than anyone. If you think not, then try me, byatch.

LIKES
I like shootin' things, and otherwise testing myself. I like cars with blingin' rims, chains with lotsa ice, and girls with phat asses. And occasionally, I like a nice cold beer while I'm smokin' a fat blunt.

DISLIKES.
I can't stand crackas that think they betta than me just 'cuz I didn't finish school. I got my education on the streets, ya damn know-it-alls. And what is with those fags all the time sizin' me up? Homie don't even play that. Now, the girls who be kissin' other girls, I can definitely get into that s**t. Hook me up, know what I mean, yo? And don't rub my head or call me the black Mr. Clean. I'll bust a cap in yo' a** then in that cracka-a** whitey too.

HOBBIES
Man, I ain't got no time for no hobbies. I done told you what I like and what I do, so that's just gonna have to be enough. (Though he would like to try knitting.) What?!?!

FEARS
Man, I ain't scared of s**t, yo! (He's terrified of the thought of cockroaches crawling in his ear) Shut the Hell up parenthesis dude, or I'll bust one in yo' a** too!



. . . FINGERS AND TOES, WHAT ELSE DO YOU BLOW? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ 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.
Anything by Snoop Dogg, man, I like the old school s**t, ya know?

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS TheCeej. ● ● ●



. . . THROW IN A LITTLE SOUL AND A LOT OF SEXY AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A PLAYA' FOOL!





❝ I don't stand for the black man's side, I don' t stand for the white man's side, I stand for my side. ❞

[Aeroden Eternium]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Leave us alone, and we ωill bε your paωηs. ❞

★ ( ( Coud van Giruet and Reverie Metherlence ) ) ● ( ( Sixteen and five hundred+ years, respectively ) ) ● ( ( Human and Edel Raid ) ) ● ( ( Male and Female ) ) ● ( ( Um....neither of us actually know our birthday. ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY I (being Cou) will be the one narrating most of this story, just to clear things up a little. To start with, I've had a pretty simple life. I'm an orphan and a street urchin; I don't know who my family are, nor do I care. I was fending for myself up until the age of six, when the captain of the Red Lynx sky pirates took me in. He raised me, and from that day, the Red Lynx were my family. Too bad I can't say I was a good kid; I was always blowing off practice, trying to sneak in with the other pirates on raids, and I was restless and active. On one of these routine raids, one of the objects that the pirates acquired as loot was a large, ornate box with some strange seals around it. That was the day things changed for me.....

Now for Ren; I don't know all that much about her, but I'll try to tell it as best I can. She was born in Edel Garden (there isn't any other place an Edel Raid can be born), and when she was very little, just a baby, she was given into the care of Gliyna, this scary old granny. They were paired because they both hated humans and were so stubborn. As a pair of mules. But they were happy together. However, Ren just up and left Gliyna one day, and that's where things start getting fuzzy. Ren wanted to go to Edel Garden, but Gliyna didn't let her, and they had a fight and Ren left. I'm not sure what happened after that, but....

I opened that box. The seal came right off. And what did I find in there, but a beatiful young girl? And then she woke up, introduced herself, and walked away, saying she had to go to Edel Garden. Of course, she couldn't leave because we were on a flying airship, but I promised then and there that I would take her. That's when Cisqua, Rowen and Kuea showed up and tried to pay us for Ren. At the time, I didn't know a thing about either girls or Edel Raids, but I was pretty sure selling humans was wrong. So I tried to protect her and take her away, but we were cornered by Rowen and Kuea. Ren was touched by my actions, and she Reacted with me. We now possessed an unbreakable bond, and journeyed towards Edel Garden with the three mentioned above.

Along our road, we met with Gliyna because we had to make a detour for Ren to see the doctor. It just so happened that said doctor's family had been helping and guarding Gliyna for the past five generations. I was so happy that Ren and Gliyna could be reunited, but then she was attacked and suffered a fatal wound. The two of them managed to crawl to each other, and then Ren fainted. As Ren was unconscious, and right before granny died, Gliyna told me not to take her to Edel Garden. Before we left, the doctor gave us Gliyna's elemental gelade.

And I persisted in taking Ren to Edel Garden. A stupid, stupid thing to do, but I only realize that now. I had promised Ren, and I can't break a promise. We made it there after a long hard journey, and several assassins. But Edel Garden was where the root of the evil that had been hunting us were. Ren and my appearances sparked the start of an all-out war that is still going on. Rowen and Kuea, and Cisqua all died helping Ren and me to escape. We see the game as our only chance of saving this mess.

REASON To, at the very least, stop the war.

I FIGHT FOR Us, our friends, the world.



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




★ thεrε ωas aη Edel Raid and a sky pirate.


APPEARANCE
[Cou] [Ren]

I stand around five feet and three inches high, and weigh about one hundred sixteen pounds. My skin has a slight tan, what with my running around under the sun alot, and my hair (which can either be called dark blonde or light brown), according to Rowen, naturally sticks up. Not gravity-defying, but, Rowen says, has way more life than his own limp hair. My eyes are a bright, clear blue. When I dress, I dress for comfort and practicality; raised as a sky pirate, I do some pretty rough things. I'm never without my angel wire, and my favourite colour is red. Uh...I'm naturally a pretty skinny person, but, what with my line of work, I'm pretty well-muscled. If I still have any baby fat, then it would be in my face.

Ren is a little shorter than me,; I would chance a guess around maybe five feet one? She weighs less than me, I'm sure of that; I've had to carry her more than once. I hate to use the doctor's words, but they are true...Ren does have a charming figure. Her long blue hair is always in motion, and her eyes are bright green. She has very fair skin, maybe because she was in a box for so many years. Her core stone is a dynamic and glittering blue-green, and is located on her forehead, above her bangs, and always covered by that triangle-patterned headband. She's always dressed in gothic lolita style clothes, because, according to the salesperson who sorted out her outfits, none of us had any fashion sense. In battle, Ren takes the form of a giant irridescent blue-green blade that's almost as tall as I am, and which is attached directly to my arm. Circles of wind are always swirling around us then.


PERSONALITY
Cou has a kind and pure heart. What does it matter that he's a pirate? No pirates are ever like the ones we read in stories. Gliyna once said, several time sin a row actually, that Cou was too nice, too naive to ever take advantage of anyone. I should know; it is a rare human who would actually think of an Edel raid as a person first rather than a weapon. He can be a little silly sometimes, but he's smarter than he appears to be. Not by much though. It is true that he can deliver words in a way that make people think twice. One of our assassins once said that Cou has a tendency to be doing too many things at once, and never sat still, not even for a second. Cou has an energetic curiosity, but, although he can be dedicated in the long run, gives up quickly over the small things. He can be reckless, but he does at least try to be sneaky, so if you ever realize that that's what he's trying to do, don't be too hard on him. Oh, he has an excellent memory. He can also be disrespectful, although I don't think that that has anything to do with his pride. It's just the way he is..

Hmmm....Ren...what to say. Well, first off, she's really cute. No, that's not just my opinion. Everyone who's met her thinks so. She has a strange power; she has some insane charisma about her; no one, not even the assassins, can bring themselves to hate her. Most of the time, people will do whatever she asks. If she ever asks that is; guess that's why it has such a high value. She is very sweet-natured; she believes all life has value and tries to help where she can. She once even learned to bake to try cheering me up. Ren may seem fragile, but she's as strong as that weapon form of hers. She's still kind of on the quiet and mysterious side though; but I think that's just her being polite. And about that; Ren is a very honest girl, and when she's not in the mood, she can be pretty harsh with it. Ren's also waaay smarter than me, but is mystified by things much of the time because she's been missing out for the past several decades.

(And then there are the things that Cou so conveniently forgets to mention. Maybe he takes it for granted? Anyhow, the bond that Ren and Cou share goes beyond the call of duty, even for a bond. When they React, their hearts, minds, and souls overlap, and they become one, technically even sharing a body. They are still separate beings, but the link goes so deep that parts of them that are intangible touch. During these times, they are extremely sensitive to each others' thoughts and feelings. Even when they aren't Reacting, what one of them do affects the other, so they are extremely co-dependent, and they will always consult each other before ever making a decision. Because both of them need to be co-operative and happy to function properly, they both do their best to keep the other in a relatively pleasant mood. The two of them want to know everything there is to know about the other, step into each other's world (quite literally in their sense). As Ren says, the relationship of an Edel Raid and her Pledger is similar to that of lovers. In this case, the Edel Raid and her Pledger really are lovers, but you get the point.)


POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Eh? I don't really have any special powers. Ren handles that side of things. I can be pretty handy when it comes to mechanical things and flying, but that's about it.

Ren though...she's amazing! Being an Edel Raid, and more than that, a Shichikou-hojou and a wind attributed Edel Raid, she's super-powerful. She can never break, she's smarter than me, she's lighter than a feather, more destructive than a nuclear missile. Because she's a Djinn Wind, she possesses the highest speed and sharpness of all the Edel Raids, and because she's a Shichikou-hojou, she's the strongest even among the Edel Raids. Of course, hacking and slashing with her alone is more than enough; we could take on several hundred normal people, no problem. But more than that, the two of us can sing songs. The Covenant Song is what we sing to React, and Ren has her own Echo Response Song <Isolate Luminous> which she sings by herself when she's in trouble. And then we have the harmonic songs, the ones both of us have to sing to activate; and we also must be Reasting to do so. We currently know Euros Loop, Notus Chord, Reject Out, and Zephyrus Art Down side is, she needs to sleep to recharge.

LIKES
Cou has a very big sweet tooth. I know that, because he's always eating desserts when he gets the chance to snack, or when we're going out to eat. He also has a fetish for bunnies. We nearly died when he once fell into a bunny trap designed by one of our attackers. He also seems to like small, fluffy things. And of course, Cou's favourite colour is red. I also once made the mistake of thinking that he had left it, but no, he always kept his love for the sky. Lonble also said that he likes quiet, sweet and fragile girls, where I must say that we've had this discussion before. As we are lovers, I can assume that he is quite fond of me.

Ren likes me! I know you probably aren't that excited, but this makes me sooo happy. She seems to be fond of the colour yellow, as seen when we met one of our friends and Ren said she liked the colour of her core stone better than her own. She likes our friends more than the usual. Although she doesn't really seem to care what she wears, she has a preference for loose, comfortable dresses, and her headband is majorly important to her. For Ren, swimming and playing in pools is a novelty.

DISLIKES.
Ah well...I'd have to say my biggest hatred is of practicing. Anything that involves it, no matter how enjoyable the activity actually is, I just can't stand. Practice and Coud van Giruet just don't mix. Thw two of us also really hate it when people intrude on our personal space ...*cough* Cisqua *cough*. We also think very poorly of people who tell other people what to think. We believe that that is something every person has to find out for themselves. Oh, and I realized pretty early on that Ren hates sweet foods. That's right, right? Yes. I also can't stand carrots and onions. And having to sit still, or never be able to fly, or go by someone's orders all the time is something I could never do.

HOBBIES
Our biggest and currently most constant activity; training. We don't like it, but it's necessary. We want to become better partners, we need to be able to hold our own against the strongest opponents. But when we're not busy doing that, I like to pilot the two of us around in a small, two-person airship. We also like to try new foods every now and then, and we go out to eat a lot. Kuea used to bring us treats when we got a break from training. And um....of course...we do romantic stuff too.... o //// o

FEARS
We fear failure. It is something we can't even think about. If we don't succeed, Guardia will be destroyed. It was a problem created by us, so we must fix it. I personally, fear the dark. It scares me, though perhaps not as much as the thought of being helpless in the face of an enemy. Cour fears that he is not good enough for me, but that isn't true, and he knows it. He also fears that one day, he may lose me. I don't want to tell him that if I remain as I am right now, he inevitably will.



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




★ aηd They livεd happily ηεvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Rowen and Kuea Our teachers, trainers, protectors and friends. We will be grateful to you forever. Which is why we're trying to save you now.

Cisqua I really don't know why I'm bothering. Seriously. If it wasn't for Ren.....

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Everlasting Song

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Aeroden Eternium● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF inseparability AND trust AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A lovey-dovey couple.





❝ We make the vow. ❞

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Heh! Prove me your worth, and I'll consider bεing your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Nnoitra Jiruga, Quinto Espada ) ) ● ( ( ??? ) ) ● ( ( Arrancar ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( ??? ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. The Before Time

Several years earlier Nnoitra held the rank of 8th Espada. He once laid waste to an entire colony of an Arrancar prompting Nelliel to ask him why as he was given no order to do so. Nnoitra stated that no one ever ordered him not to kill them. Nelliel reminded him that Aizen's order where to "seek the Vasto Lorde", she noted that murdering entire colonies stood against that order. He responds that not everyone is loyal to Aizen and if they resist they are rebels and killing rebels is like helping Aizen. He further reasoned that if he can take them out then they are not Vasto Lorde, stating that he is following orders just fine. He then informs her that she has gotten awfully uptight over a couple hundred hollows. Nelliel suggested that he should think before he speaks, as they themselves were once Hollows just like those he killed; it was their own good fortune that they evolved beyond that, nothing more. Nnoitra taunts her to attack if she felt she could beat him if it made her mad. She plainly responded that she was shocked as even becoming an Arrancar, Nnoitra was nothing more then a child. Nnoitra questioned her comment but is attacked and seemingly knocked unconscious. When he wakes up he sees she is sitting near him reading a book while a dead Hollow lies nearby. He asked her why she helped him, Nelliel simply tells him that she did not 'help him'. She simply prevented the Espada from losing a member by putting an end to his suicidal behavior. Nnoitra explains that he cant stand her and she would obviously know that, so why does she keep following him around. She simply stared at him and stated that its because he was weaker then her. Sometime later Nnoitra continued to kill Arrancar and Hollow alike, determining they were unfortunate for facing him. Nelliel noted to him that it was an Arrancar he just killed to which he responded he knew that and wanted to state as a fact something he would only explain once. Something he wanted her to know if she insisted to continually follow him around, that no matter who it was he would not be benevolent or merciful.

Sometime later he challenges her to a fight to which Nelliel explains once again that she will not draw her blade against the likes of him. Stating that he will not draw her into his demented world. Nnoitra told her that she is over thinking as the only reason they needed to draw there blades against each other is for the simple sake of drawing their blades. Nelliel noted that she did not understand that reasoning. She then asks what drives his blood lust. Nnoitra simply states that gasping for his final breath in the heat of battle to have his entire being defined by that moment. Nelliel questions this philosophy noting that it would be a temporary high. He agreed to the truth of that but states that nothing else can fill that void. He was given power and he will use it kill anyone standing in his way until he dies on his feet taking in his last breath.

During this time he would constantly challenge the then 3rd Espada Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck to battle, each time she would easily defeat him. It was during one of these battle she went to leave and he told her that it was a battle to the finish. When she asked him if he wanted her to finish him off she told him that she simply refuses and further said him to stop talking all big. She states that there was a time when they ceased being Human, and became beasts. Now, as Arrancar they have regained their sense of reason. She explained to him that rational people, when going to battle need a reason to fight and he had none. Nnoitra screamed at her that he had a reason, he could not stand her. Nelliel detailed that it wasn't a reason just an instinct as he is a beast and she didn't recognize him as a warrior. Therefore she had no reason to bear the life of someone not a warrior. After Nelliel left, Nnoitra is approached by Tesla who offers him a hand. In response he through his Zanpakutō at him hitting the structure behind the Arrancar. Nnoitra told him not to act friendly with him, just because he lost does not make mean they are of the same level. When Tesla asked why does he have to pick on Nelliel and no other Espada. Nnoitra explained that it is because he hates her, some female being able to out rank being greater then that of a man on the battlefield, that is his reason.

Sometime later Nnoitra teams up with Szayel Aporro Granz (who was not an Espada at the time) to perform a sneak attack on Nelliel as well as test a device he created. As Nelliel is searching for her Fracción she is confronted by Nnoitra who asks her if she is looking for something. Nelliel stated it was none of his business and asked is revealing his weapon a form of intimidation. She advised him if he didn't want to look weak, to keep it and move on. There is an explosion which gets Nelliel's attention, once the smoke settles she sees the her Fracción, Pesche Guatiche and Dondochakka Bilstin, gravely wounded. She turns to Nnoitra and asks him if forcibly removed their masks as she becomes enraged. They initiate in a fight and during a device made by by Szayel created a fake image of Nnoitra and distracted Nelliel's attention. By exploiting the opportunity, Nnoitra attacked Nelliel and she is hit from behind causing her a wound to her head and her mask to break on the front left side. The attack scars her forehead and leaves her unconscious. He takes her unconscious body and states that she would probably call this an act of a beast but it didn't matter any to him. He is approached from behind by Szayel who asked if there was anything else to which Nnoirta responded that his job is already over. Szayel asks him if he needs to be so cold as they worked as partners, for that he should at least be allowed to admire their end. Nnoitra details that he doesn't remember being his partner and they just happen to have the same motives. Nnoitra Nelliel off the side He threw her out of Las Noches so that he could increase his power by the time she returned. Nnoitra tells Szayel they are going, but Szayel tells him that he would appreciate if he lost the presumptuous tone, but Nnoitra tells him that he isn't even an Espada anymore. Szayel states that if not for the equipment that he prepared Nnoitra wouldn't even have had the chance to attack Nelliel and then asks if he should really be speaking to him that way. Nnoitra looks over the side of Las Noches at Nelliel and her Fracción's prone bodies and is surprised as she reverts into a child. Szayel notes that he had not anticipated this and he had never seen anything like it before. He deduces that her Reiatsu is leaking out of the wound on her mask, her spiritual body shrank as a result. Nnoitra states he didn't care why it happened as he gloats over her and states that as it was unlikely for them to get the chance to cross swords with each other again noting that it was a shame.

The Battle of His Life up to Death

Nnoitra appears again during Aizen's meeting about Ichigo Kurosaki, Yasutora Sado and Uryū Ishida entering Hueco Mundo to save Orihime Inoue. After Aizen warns the Espada to treat the intruders with caution, Nnoitra Jiruga makes a comment stating that they look weak. She warns him to that if he had listened to what Aizen just said he would have heard him state that they should not take the intruders lightly. Nnoitra tells her that is not what he meant and tells her not to get testy before asking her if she is scared. Harribel just gives him a cold stare. Grimmjow interrupts the brewing confrontation by attempting to walk out against Aizen's orders. She alongside the other Espada sit silently while Aizen subdues Grimmjow with his Spiritual Pressure to keep him in line.

A little later, he waylays Ulquiorra and attempts to start a conversation with him about Orihime Inoue. Nnoitra asks how is his handling of the girl, explaining how he knew all about how Aizen had entrusted her care to him. He then asks how far along he has gotten in "taming" her, but Ulquiorra ignores him and walks away calling him degenerate scum. Undeterred Nnoitra uses Sonido to move in front of him and asks Ulquiorra to not get so testy as he is only asking if everything is going well. Ulquiorra cant comprehend why Nnoitra really cares as its trivial but tells him not to worry as Orihime has been under Aizen's spell even before she arrived in Hueco Mundo. Nnoitra then questions if Aizen has used Kyōka Suigetsu as usual, though Ulquiorra assures him that this situation was not that big of an issue to warrant its use. He further explains that the moment that she was invited there multiple psychological cages were put in place, by putting her friends in danger she was forced into a situation where she couldn't refuse and made her surrender. Following that they gave her the 12 hour period to say goodbye to one of her friends. Nnorita still doesn't get the significance of the psychological cage that was being spoken about. Ulquiorra further explains that she is basically set to believe in her own mind that they are not the enemy and then she will follow them of her own free will. He also makes note that by allowing her to say goodbye to a friend of her own choosing, will allow her to leave evidence of her free will in the event so she will be looked as a traitor to her friends. Finally understanding Nnoitra states that plan is well thought out and would expect nothing less of Aizen, though Ulquiorra corrects him stating that such things to Aizen are nothing more then a game. If she is trapped then that is good, if she is not then that is okay as well, as either way she does not have the power to escape from Hueco Mundo or even the will to turn against them.

Nnoitra later appears right after Chad defeated Gantenbainne Mosqueda, wondering if he is the first one to get there. Chad immediately charges at him, despite Gantenbainne's attempts to tell him to run. Nnoitra stands giving Chad a large opening to attack which he does, punching Nnoitra in the stomach with his Brazo Izquierda del Diablo. However, this does not so much as hurt Nnoitra who asks Chad if that is his best shot. Nnoitra then takes his Zanpakutō and cuts Chad's Brazo Derecha de Gigante in half as well as cutting him across the chest in the process. Nnoitra tells him that he is nothing more then a weakling. Afterwords Nnoitra sits down and rests until he is interrupted by Tesla, his Fracción. Tesla asks him if he is going to finish Chad off by Nnoitra tells him no, seeing that if he kills a thousand nobodies whose going to admit that he is the strongest. He explains that there is no value in taking a nobody's life. Before he can finish his sentence he senses something. He then tells Tesla that the closest reiatsu has been take by Aaroniero, he then tells him they are leaving as he has found a huge reiatsu and that he is going to go crush it. Before he leaves he senses that Chad is still alive as he watches him get back up. Chad rushes at him to attack but it is blocked by Tesla who then takes him out. He asks Nnoitra if they should go only to be greeted with his blade by his throat. Nnoitra asks him who told him to get involved. Tesla apologizes, noting that enemies to to put all their power in one final attack and if by some chance he was hit, but Nnoitra interrupts him stating that it would not as there is not a single person in heaven or on earth that can break him. He tells Tesla not to forget that, as he is the strongest Espada.

Nnoitra is later seen watching Ichigo Kurosaki fight Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, silently watching the battle; studying Ichigo's attacks until they finished. When Grimmjow is defeated Nnoitra attacks him fatally wounding the 6th further stating that Grimmjow is such a bad looser and the Ichigo is his opponent now. Ichigo asks him who he is wondering if he is an Espada but Nnoitra doesn't respond. When he attempts to finish Grimmjow off Ichigo blocks the attack, asking him why he would try and attack someone who can't move. Nnoitra deflects Ichigo away from him and tells Grimmjow how he can't stand him, seeing that he first losses to the enemy and then has his life saved by him. He then asks Ichigo his name, telling him he will remember it for the short time he will be alive. He then throws his Zanpakutō destroying the ground where it lands though Ichigo dodges the attack. Nnoitra is immediately upon him attacking him relentlessly when Orihime tries to intervene Nnoitra has Tesla subdue her prompting Ichigo to tell him to let her go. Nnoitra laughs at him and sticks out his tongue showing that he is the 5th Espada and stating that it means that the trash he just got all beat up fighting and barely won against he is stronger then him and its over for Ichigo stating that he is sorry as he has already forgot his name. They continue fighting with Nnoitra noticing that Ichigo is moving well against him, he asks if this isn't the first time he has faced someone with a long weapon. Ichigo responds that it is in fact the second. Nnoitra is unimpressed as he changes direction and attacks Ichigo from behind. Orihime yells as him to stop, as to how can he do such a thing when Ichigo is already Injured. Nnoitra plainly tells her to shut up, asking her if she is stupid. Making note that he is doing this because he is injured. He states that this is a battle so its not going to be fair, fighting is a monster born with from unfairness and intolerance. He continues making his speech noting Ichigo is foolish to think no one will come after him after busting into the enemies headquarters. He then admits that he was watching Ichigo's fight with Grimmjow from the very beginning and he already knows everything he is a capable.

Ichigo goes to attack but Nnoitra states that he is to slow as he places his Zanpakutō up to counter Ichigo who dodges it and gets close enough to attack the Espada. Nnoitra grabs Ichigo's blade with his barehand even sliding it along the length of the blades edge with no injuries much to Ichigo's surprise. Nnoitra draws Ichigo in closer and tells him that he guesses the blade just looks sharp telling him that he dodges and Ichigo loses before he head-butts him sending him flying into a nearby structure. As they fight, Nnoitra notices Nel, recognizes her stating she has become pathetic and asks if her broken mask aches. Ichigo then questions how does Nnoitra know Nel. Nnoitra explains that he wondered why she was here figuring Ichigo brought her but states he realizes now Ichigo brought her not knowing who she really was. Ichigo is confused not know what Nniotra means so the Espada explains that she is Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, an ex-Espada.[20] Nel tries to deny the accusation prompting Nnoitra to step on her but Ichigo blocks the attack and while Ichigo is telling Nel to not worry he is kicked himself sending him flying. Nnoitra comments that it does seem as though she has lost her memory, but after getting her head broken its no wonder she has forgotten all that has happened. Ichigo questions what does he mean broken, Nnoitra explains as he picks Nel up by her head that he is the one broke her head. Ichigo yells at him to stop and becomes enraged charging at him but Nnoitra counters only for Ichigo to get in close and slash him down the center of his chest. But Ichigo then realizes his blade has made contact but done nothing. Nnoitra asks if he has already forgotten that there is no way he can cut him with that blade. He then kicks Ichigo again sending him further away, explaining that Nel always made him mad just like Ichigo is doing right now, thus why he broke head from behind and threw her out of Las Noches. Ichigo screams at him to let her go and rushes to attack him but Nnoitra counters and throws Nel away in the process. As he goes over to a wounded Ichigo he states that its time to end this as he grabs Ichigo's sword arm and breaks his wrist. Seeing Ichigo hurt triggers Nel's transformation into her original form much to Nnoitra's surprise.

Nnotira states that she has returned to her original form. Before he realizes it she uses Sonído to move Ichigo to a safe distance away from him. After a small talk with Ichigo who reassures her they are still friends, Nel resolves to face Nnoitra though Ichigo is uncertain at first it is revealed her former rank as 3rd Espada. Nelliel rushes to attack Nnoitra and cuts him across the chest before he can react surprising him entirely. He tries to attack her but she effortlessly kicks his Zanpakutō away pushing him off balance sending him a distance away from her. He eventually stops himself and fires a Cero at her, causing Ichigo to scream out trying to warn her. Nelliel simply places her hand up stopping the blast entirely much it Nnoitra's surprise. She then sucks the entire blast into her mouth fires a Cero Doble at him causing a large explosion. Telsa lets Orihime go as he runs off to aid his master but no sooner then he does that he is sent flying away into nearby debris. Nnoitra appears injured along his right side, asking Tesla who told him to let go of that woman to which he apologizes. Nnoitra smiles at Nelliel and asks what is wrong, he was hit by a Cero that she absorbed and then added her own to it...so why is he still alive? He notes that her face is asking that. He then admits that he forgot about her Cero Doble, her trademark technique. He then explains to her that she doesn't get it as she has forgotten one thing. Since she left Las Noches, he asks her how many years have passed since she disappeared? He then states that she shouldn't think the power of the current Espada is the same as when she was an Espada and that the number on her back is meaningless now.

The two Arrancar continue to battle with both facing each other evenly.[25] As they fight Nnoitra asks if she remembers calling him a beast and even saying their strengths weren't even. He then gloats asking how does it feel being beaten to death by the same beast. Nelliel then kicks his Zanpakutō away as Nnoirta goads her, Nelliel tells him its such a pity as it will be difficult to transform again after only just returning to her original form. Therefore she didn't want to resort to it, and she begins to release her Zanpakutō. Nnoitra realizing what she is doing moves to stop her but isn't fast enough and is forced back by the release of reiatsu. He is quickly overwhelmed as Nelliel uses her "Lanzador Verde" technique which he tries to stop with his Zanpakutō but the attack succeeds on getting through regardless slamming him against a slab or rock. Nelliel goes to Nnoitra and tells him that its over but he should not despair as she will not take his life. In an instance she reverts back into a child to everyones surprise. Nnoitra steps on her and laughs then kicks her prompting an enraged Ichigo to attack again, only to be slammed into the ground. After getting bored with fighting Ichigo he commands Tesla to finish him off, to which Tesla releases his Zanpakutō and proceeds to beat Ichigo mercilessly. Nnoitra then forces to watch as Ichigo is brutalized.

Kenpachi comes to Ichigo's aid as he blocks an attack by the Arrancar Tesla. The Arrancar tries to attack but before he realizes Kenpachi has dealt a fatal slash wound down his chest. Finished with Tesla, Kenpachi looks to Nnoitra to be his next opponent. When Ichigo questions what Kenpachi is doing in Hueco Mundo, he only responds by kicking Ichigo stating that he is in the way of the field of battle. Kenpachi then explains that Kisuke Urahara was asked by Captain-Commander Yamamoto to send them to Hueco Mundo in preparation for the Winter War.[30] Nnoitra finally decides to attack and is blocked though still impressing Kenpachi with his strike. Nnoitra then asks Kenpachi his name, with both men giving their name and rank.[31] The two opponents continue to fight with Kenpachi getting close to dealing a fatal blow to Nnoitra but his sword wont cut when it makes contact on the Espada. Nnoitra manages to cut Kenpachi on his left shoulder and laughs telling him that his Hierro is unsurpassed by any current and former Espada. He then goes on to taunt Kenpachi that his blade will never be able to cut him.

Kenpachi, undeterred, continues to fight Nnoitra with even more ferocity much to the Espada's surprise. Nnoitra then dodges and moves himself to a significant distance so that he can swing his weapon and launch it at Kenpachi. Dodging it, Kenpachi grabs the chain the weapon is attached to and reels Nnoitra in grabs him by the face and slams him into the ground and attempts to skewer him with his Zanpakutō before the Espada narrowly escapes. Kenpachi questions why he dodged his attack, deducing that if he moved, it must mean the attack was dangerous. Kenpachi states that though Nnoitra claims that he can't be cut by Shinigami swords, he still seems to have some soft spots on him. Dismissing it entirely, Nnoitra jumps up and attacks him from above, though Kenpachi catches his blade with his bare hands then states that he has met a lot of annoying people and they all said that his sword can't cut them. But he has never meant anyone whose eyes and throat can't be cut and he stabs his sword into Nnoitra's covered left eye and out the back of his head. Unaffected Nnoitra grabs his wrist much to Kenpachi's surprise, as the Espada moves himself in closer and thrusts his hand into Kenpachi's chest.

Nnoitra retracts his hand from the wound he just made and states that he bets Kenpachi can't understand what just happened. He then uses the tip of Kenpachi's Zanpakutō to lift up his eyepatch, showing that under it is the remnants of his hollow mask as well as the placement of his hollow hole. Nnoitra then explains that it is impossible for a person to have his head pierced and still be alive, as Kenpachi's sword did not reach his brain but simply went right through him. When Kenpachi starts to laugh he enrages Nnoitra who attempts to kick him, but Kenpachi grabs his ankle and apologizes for laughing. He then explains that if he is unable to cut him it means no matter how many times he slashes, the Epsada won't die, thus removing the joy of killing him. On the other hand Kenpachi notes that if he cuts him enough times, he will die. Ecstatic at the idea that he can look forward to slicing his opponent up, the two continue to clash. After a few strikes Kenpachi finally succeeds in cutting Nnoitra's forearm. They continue fighting on, fiercer than before, until Kenpachi cuts him again, as well as taking off a piece of the Espada's sword. Kenpachi then announces that it appears that he has finally gotten use to Nnoitra's Hierro strength. Kenpachi makes note that he did not have enough practice; therefore, his moves have not been as quick and he cannot control his own strength. He then thanks Nnoitra for warming him up and then asks that he be allowed to use his Zanpakutō to express his gratitude. He thrusts at Nnoitra who dodges and then prepares his own attack only to be cut again by Kenpachi. Trying again to gain a upper hand, Nnoitra fires a Cero at Kenpachi, who simply deflects it away from him with his hand. The Espada is somewhat surprised, but follows up with another hand thrust attack in order to impale Kenpachi once again. His movements are off and he only succeeds in removing Kenpachi's eyepatch as well as leaving himself open to be slash directly down his chest by Kenpachi.

Kenpachi then realizes that his eyepatch has been ripped off, and tells Nnoitra that now he sees what happens when his eyepatch is ripped off, still confused about the power increase until it is explained to him what the eyepatch really is. Infuriated, Nnoitra finally releases his Zanpakutō, which doubles his arms and heals the injury Kenpachi inflicted when his eyepatch was torn off. Nnoitra then asks how it feels seeing an Espada release their Zanpakutō for the first time. Though all he gets in response to his question is a smile from Kenpachi, who tells him that he has nice reiatsu and that it's been a long time as it was like the reiatsu itself is sharpening his blade. Undeterred, Nnoitra tells him to come and cut him with his newly sharpened blade. Kenpachi wastes no time and goes on the offensive, but is surprised when his attempts are blocked and he is dealt a grievous wound across his chest. Nnoitra then sends Kenpachi flying away from him as he mocks him.

Noticing that there is no movement from a unresponsive Kenpachi, Nnoitra sets his sights on Yachiru, but Kenpachi recovers and manages to cut off one of his arms. When Nnoitra comments on Kenpachi playing dead, he is corrected when Kenpachi states he was just thinking that with four arms Nnoitra is just going to keep blocking his blade, so seeing as he couldn't think of anything, his next best step was to just cut the arms off one by one. Nnoitra tells Kenpachi that he is crazy if he thinks he can cut off his arms and notes that he can't even cut off the one he already did, as he displays his ability to regenerate his arm. He then goes to attack, but Kenpachi blocks him, and is soon thrown back into a nearby structure. As Nnoitra mocks him, Kenpachi kicks out of the rubble and grabs him by the face and slams him into the ground, then he attacks as he manages to pin Nnoitra down, but Nnoitra reveals his two hidden arms and pierces Kenpachi's abdomen. Nnoitra then tells Kenpachi that he is going to use all six of his arms to to take him out.

Nnoitra then generates another scythe weapon and tells Kenpachi that it is over. However, Kenpachi beings to laugh hysterically, much to Nnoitra's surprise. He then admits to how much he is enjoying the fight and notes that it isn't the end because the fight has just begun. Kenpachi then cuts through a nearby structure sending it flying at Nnoitra. The two go at with full force, with Kenpachi sustaining many injuries in the process. Nnoitra then cuts off a piece of the same structure, but Kenpachi cuts it in half before it can crush him. The two continue to fight with Kenpachi gaining more wounds but relentlessly still continuing to fight with no stopping. After being critically wounded by Nnoitra, Kenpachi begins to realize that at this rate, he will end up dead. He then reluctantly decides to use kendō, though he admits that it's been quite some time since he has used it. When Nnoitra becomes confused, Kenpachi explains that the Captain-Commander made him learn it when he first joined the Gotei 13, but he never liked it and asks Nnoitra if he knew a sword is more powerful when you use two hands instead one. Nnoitra becomes bored with the conversation and charges at Kenpachi, who grips his sword with both hands and swings it down.

Kenpachi manages to land a powerful blow, dealing Nnoitra a fatal wound to his chest almost severing him in half. He is surprised that the Espada is still alive and then turns to walk away. Nnoitra yells at him asking where he is going as the fight isn't over. Kenpachi explains he doesn't know what he is talking about, as the blow finished him and he is not about to be bothered with finishing someone off who can't even fight back. Undeterred, Nnoitra gets up and tells him the fight isn't over and taunts him to come back and continue fighting. Finally Kenpachi gives in as Nnoitra moves to attack him, but Kenpachi lands another blow to his chest and Nnoitra falls to the ground. Kenpachi stands over Nnoitra's corpse victorious, thanking him for the good fight.

REASON. My reason for being here is to put these cocky women in their place! They're weak...and always getting in the way! They could never live for the true carnage of battle, and deserve nothing more than death.

I FIGHT FOR Sence I'm here, I'm only here for myself. Anyone else who gets in my way will have their spines ripped out right before their eyes.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Man.


APPEARANCE
Nnoitra is the tallest Espada except Yammy, whose height is not constant, (though he is not taller than incomplete Arrancar such as Demōra, Medazeppi, and the Arrancar version of Grand Fisher), dwarfing even Chad by at least a foot (around 30 cm). His height is emphasized by his very thin and lanky body. His face is frequently set in a huge smile which reveals his upper teeth, similar to Shinji Hirako. His black hair hangs past his shoulders concealing the left side of his face along with a large white eyepatch.

The eyepatch hides his Hollow hole and mask fragments which consist of a small set of jawbones and teeth surrounding his Hollow hole. His tattoo signifying his rank as the 5th Espada is located on his tongue. His clothing consists of a modified Arrancar jacket with an overblown spoon-like hood and an opening starting at the neckline showing most of his midsection and closes at his waist. He wears the standard hakama but the ends of his pant legs close inside his boots which are extended and curved at the end making it look like he is wearing wicked-witch boots. When he was the 8th Espada, Nnoitra's hair was shorter and messier, he lacked the spoon hood, and wore his jacket's collar upturned. Also during his time as the 8th Espada, his tongue had an 8 on it instead of a 5.

Nnoitra with Santa Teresa

Nnoitra revealing his Hollow Hole

Santa Teresa Released

PERSONALITY
Personality-wise, Nnoitra is extremely rude and lecherous, accented by his snake-like eyes and perverted attitude towards Orihime, rudely referring to her as "pet-sama". He even went as far to ask Ulquiorra Cifer how well he "disciplined" her. He is quite possibly the most foul-mouthed character in the series, even more so than Grimmjow. He is also a firm believer in male chauvinism and openly insults (and regularly attacked) the former 3rd Espada, though it's unknown if he holds the same grudge toward Tia Harribel. His overall goal is to prove himself to be the absolute strongest of the Espada and does not wish to waste his time killing those he dubs "weak". However, he has no qualms attacking stronger opponents who are already injured, a trait both Ichigo Kurosaki and Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez berate him for. He also loathes looking weak, and thus, will refuse all forms of assistance offered to him during an ongoing battle, as seen when he struck his lone Fracción, Tesla, for running over to his side (and releasing Orihime Inoue in the process) after Nnoitra was blasted by Nelliel's Cero Doble. He does, however, appear to have at least some amount concern for his sole Fracción's well-being (unlike Grimmjow, who did not even mourn for his deceased companions), having attempted to warn Tesla to withdraw from battle after he determined via his pesquisa that Kenpachi Zaraki was stronger than he had initially anticipated.

One of Nnoitra's most notable characteristics is his insatiable bloodlust and hunger for battle, which exceeds even Grimmjow's and rivalled only by Kenpachi Zaraki's philosophy of literally living to fight time and again. Nnoitra's idea of a fulfilling end to his life would be to die on his own two feet while drowning on his own blood. Because fighting is his way of life, he continually strives to be stronger, and it is later revealed that he considers himself indebted to Aizen for allowing him to exceed his natural fighting limits. To appease his craving for a good fight, he even defies a direct order from Aizen to patiently lie in wait for Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends when they try to infiltrate Las Noches in a bid to free Orihime Inoue.

In his later moments during his battle with Kenpachi Zaraki, he begins to show signs of weakness and desperation, and becomes increasingly frustrated over his inability to overcome the powerful Captain. This stems from an inferiority complex he developed while serving as 8th Espada, due to his apparent inability to beat his opponents. Whenever his opponents refuse to kill him during a battle, particularly Kenpachi and Nelliel, Nnoitra takes it as a direct affront to his pride, because in his mind, neither Nelliel nor Kenpachi seem to think of him as their equal or superior. This shows a more honorable side of him as even he wishes to be treated as equally as every other opponent he has treated. Ironically, he treated virtually everyone of his opponents the same way, unfairly and through dishonorable methods. He also does not hesitate to use any means -even unfair ones- in order to prove his superiority in the battlefield.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Master Swordsmanship Specialist: Nnoitra is highly masterful with his unique Zanpakutō. He uses his skill to become somewhat of a savage brute, as the lack of true law in Hueco Mundo allowed him plenty of opportunity to engage in battle against Hollows and other Arrancar alike. He effortlessly wields his large Zanpakutō with ease, taking advantage of its unique shape to maximize his attacks. He is highly capable of using it as a ranged projectile as well as he does with it in hand. He is commonly seen using brute strength to hack down an enemy's defense.

Enhanced Hierro(Iron Skin): Nnoitra holds the self-proclaimed title for the strongest Hierro of all Arrancar (including the Espada past and present) allowing him to withstand almost any attack with no sign of injury. Kenpachi Zaraki eventually found the necessary requirements to harm him after a brief trial-and-error duel, sharpening his reiatsu in order to cut through Nnoitra's Hierro. This showed that while his Hierro is strong, all the opponent has to do in order to overcome it is by "adapting" to its density with their own reiatsu.

Enhanced Pesquisa: Nnoitra is capable of using an advanced version of Pesquisa (ability to sense people with Spiritual Pressure). While the technique normally works by using a meditative state and functions like sonar, all Nnoitra needs to do is put his hand to a grounded surface. His Pesquisa is even able to gauge the amount of spiritual pressure an opponent has, which he uses to identify potentially strong opponents.

Cero: His Cero attacks are uniquely golden, and are fired from the tip of his tongue as opposed to using his hands or fingers like most other Arrancar do.

Immense Spiritual Power: Nnoitra has an incredibly high Reiatsu, and is able to fight on par with Kenpachi Zaraki, a captain well known for high reiatsu. It is because of this high spiritual power that Nnoitra has strong Hierro. He is also just below the power level of the top four Espada, who are strong enough to destroy Las Noches simply by releasing their power.

Enhanced Strength: Despite his thin and fragile appearance, Nnoitra is frighteningly strong and can effortlessly put a lot of destructive power behind his large Zanpakutō with devastating results. Just by spinning his Zanpakutō by the chain-link he can create whirlwinds.

Sonído(Flash Steps): Nnoitra has been shown to use Sonído when discussing Orihime Inoue with Ulquiorra Cifer. He has also been shown using it in battle, but his skill level with the technique is unknown. He is fast enough to overwhelm a battle-worn Ichigo using his Bankai.

Zanpakutō

Santa Teresa (聖哭螳螂 (サンタ テレサ), Santa Teresa; a common Spanish language name for "Mantis religiosa," or in English, "Praying Mantis," Japanese for "Sacred Crying Mantis" ) : Nnoitra's Zanpakutō is uniquely different from the Zanpakutō of many of the other Espada since, unlike the basic sword shape of most Arrancar, Santa Teresa takes the form of a giant axe-like weapon bearing two crescent moon-shaped blades fused together at the backs, with a large looped chain connected to the shaft at the end of the handle. The chain is connected to Nnoitra's waist, allowing him to perform long-ranged attacks. During flashbacks to Nnoitra's time as the 8th Espada, it had only one crescent moon blade on his Zanpakutō, as opposed to the two that it features now, possibly reflecting his increased power and subsequent rise in rank since then.


Resurrección: The release command is Pray (祈れ, inore). Nnoitra gains an extra set of arms, which take on an insect-like carapace and clawed hands, with each hand holding a large scythe-like weapon as well. The scythes themselves resemble the appendages of a praying mantis, and have a small golden tassel at the end of each staff. He also gains a golden marking extending from his forehead to below his right eye. Nnoitra also gains a pair of horns on his head, his left horn longer than his right, resembling a crescent moon. His hollow mask also changes, becoming torn, with the teeth extending over the hole itself. The weapons are used by him to both defend and then rapidly attack his opponent, as is seen in his fight with Kenpachi.

Resurrección Special Ability: In this state his physical abilities are enhanced.

Instantaneous Limb Generation: Nnoitra can grow an extra set of arms for a total of six, he keeps one set hidden, which he can grow out instantly to perform surprise attacks.

Weapon Generation: Nnoitra can grow his scythe-like weapons out of the folds of his wrists, allowing him to replace lost or damaged weapons easily.

Enhanced Strength: In this state, his strength is enhanced even further, allowing him to overwhelm Kenpachi Zaraki during their battle.

High-Speed Regeneration: Nnoitra has the rare ability to instantly heal injuries while in his released from. The power also allows him to regenerate severed limbs. However the weakness of High-Speed Regeneration is that it cannot heal injury to in the internal organs or the brain and will cease working once either scenario happens.

LIKES
Nnoitra is always one to love a good fight to the death. Anything with blood and guts, he seems to be able to enjoy. He also likes being treated as an equal, as opposed to having someone drowning him with pity. Strong opponents also appease his bloodlust, as does torment and sadisim. Surprisingly, Nnoitra also seems to enjoy quiet moments to himself, mostly after a battle.

DISLIKES.
Being a male chauvinist, he hates women that are more powerful than him, or that show a lot of pride. He hates weaklings, and will not even kill them if he finds them to be too weak. He tends to get annoyed by people who are all talk and no walk. Oh, and he absolutely hates Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck.

HOBBIES
If killing counts, that is his sole hobby. Living for carnage, and the heat of battle.

FEARS
For the most part, Nnoitra fears becoming weak in the slightest, and has a massive inferiority complex. In his Resurrección, if he suffer internal damage or damage to the brian, he will be rendered useless as well; his healing abilities stop working after either scenerio happens.



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




★ aηd He livεd (not so) 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.
Twisted Transistor - Korn

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Queen Sakon-- wait, a woman?! I won't stand for this! I WON'T! ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF FOUL MOUTH AND BRUTALITY AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A JERKASS.





❝ "Enemies are made for all sorts of reasons. From the moment one makes an enemy, until one breathes their final breath, they are in battle." - Nnoitra ❞

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Though death still runs through my mind, I caη never bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Avaritia 'Avarith' Hotaru Natsume ) ) ● ( ( Originally 13, Aged to 23 ) ) ● ( ( Human ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( July 4th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY At very first sight, Avarith was the perfect baby in her parents eyes. She was the sixth child in a middle class family, who tended to get the most attention. Her sisters, however, had some different opinions on her. None the less, though, Avarith was deeply loved...by most of the family. More on that later, but, Avarith was a happy little girl. With a fairytale first year of life, and a wonderful first birthday, thrown together by all of her sisters. Life was beautiful...

Age two, nearing age three--

Things were still running somewhat smoothly for the Natsume family...but, things around the house bgena to get stranger, and stranger. At first it was just simple things, like when Avarith glared at something, it fell off where it was supposed to be. Things got progressively worse from there, things began to float in the air in a circle, around a clapping and happy Avarith. When Avarith was discouraged about getting her little dress dirty, sense the family was going to a wedding, mud suddenly caked everyone at the wedding. The family began to worry a bit, but, they saw nothing dangerous...yet, anyway.

There was another member of the family, who was originally the youngest. Her name, was Hikari Natsume. She was the originally babied of the bunch, born two years before Avarith, and found great joy in it...until Avarith came along. She was then sort of pushed aside, no longer babied by her mother and father. She began to become outraged, when things she originally wanted, were pushed aside, to get Avarith something she really wanted, or for her older sisters educations. When Hikari became this way, however she was commonly told by her parents: 'Stop being so selfish.' Or, by her sisters: 'Grow the ******** up.' and boy...she certainly did grow up...

Several weeks before Avarith's third birthday, things began to get increasingly violent around the house. Kinves would float in the air, trying to slash at anyone they could. Things flew off shelves, trying to hit people over the head. Who did the parents thing was doing this? Well, they actually thought their sweet little Avarith was starting to become violent. But, alas, they were dead wrong. It seemed that Avarith wasn't the only one with these abilities...Hikari seemed to have them as well.

Once Avarith's third birthday came around, everything had been peaceful, for the past few days...they figured that Avarith may have found something else to occupy her time. That was, however, until a stupid neighbor boy decided to throw something at Avarith's head. You'd think a three year old girl would just start bawling her eyes out, right? Ahahaha--Wrong! Avarith went haywire. Knives started to float in the air, and went after the boy. They managed to grab him, as more knives floated...but, this was all stopped by Avarith's father shouting at her. 'Stop! Avarith don't!' She then came to her senses...and began to cry. She didn't know what had came over her...as her father picked her up, and held her in his arms...

Suddenly, a knife was seen floating up in the air. Avarith could see it, as could most of the others of the family. 'Dada, wook out!' But Avarith shout came too late. The knife stabbed into her father, deep enough to go into his heart, but the knife in question was somewhat short. In which case, it didn't hurt Avarith. Avarith cried, as her father fell to the ground, and she bumped her head on something...but, her mother was fuming with rage.

'Murderer!' She yelled, as she literally threw Avarith out the window, with her sisters yelling at her to get out of their site...as Avarith did just that. Little to Avarith's knowledge, however...this was all planned out by the five year old sister, who hated Avarith the most. Soon, after Avarith had gotten almost a block down the street, Avarith heard her mother's scream. The same bitter scream of pain her father croaked out, as he died.

Age Five--

Avarith wandered alone, for two whole years. She was given water, and food, by other places, but she never stayed for long. She wandered cold, and alone, in the now gray dress she wore... Until a man came across her. He looked at the girl, as pale as she was. 'My goodness...dear, are you alright?' He asked, looking down at the poor child. Avarith couldn't speak, at the time, so she just shook her head to the man, who smiled, and picked her up. 'I'll take you to somewhere where you can be okay.' He told her, as they disappeared from the world...and arrived somewhere, where Avarith considered it to be paradise...

Age Nine/ Thirteen--

Once Avarith was told to go back to the world she came from, she was extremely relcutant to. 'I want to stay with you! They won't accept me...' she said, as she let out a snivel. 'Ava...you need to go back to the world you came from. You need to make friends with people your age.' He told her, as Avarith reluctantly agreed, as she was brought back to the human world. Two ladies awaited her arrival, as they brought her to an orphanage...where she grew up for four years, becoming increasingly bitter at the world around her, waiting for the day she could go back to the world she found paradise...

REASON. My reason for being here is to prove my innocence to my family...and to find my purpose for life.

I FIGHT FOR My Friends, the Natsume Family, and my World.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Girl.


APPEARANCE
Avarith as a Twenty Three year old stands at about Five feet and seven inches tall, with semi-short black hair and Emerald Green eyes. She isn't a very curvy female, having a somewhat teenage boy appearence to some. She can be seen wearing a white shirt with bell bottom jeans, along with black 'go-go' boots.

On certian occassions though, Avarith can be seen wearing a fairly nice black dress with some sparkles. She also wears a black sort of scarf around her arms, accenting her dress quite nicely. She also wears black heels, with tiny paper roses on the tips of the toes.

As Sailor Saturn, she wears an almost ruffly purple dress with a bow on the chest, complete with dark indigo boots and light violet gloves. She also has the insignia of Saturn on her forehead, and wears a violet ribbon in her hair on the side. She tends to hold her Silence Glavie in her right hand (her dominent hand).

PERSONALITY
The main thing with Avarith is that she is absolutely unpredictable. There are some moments where she will be kind, generous, and sweet, and there are others where she will gladly fight to the death with said person. There is no definite personality to Avarith, and that's what makes her somewhat dangerous.

Generally, Avarith shows a sweet disposition, and a rather giving nature. She is also somewhat stubborn with what she believes, and can be prone to going physical if someone attempts to harm something of hers, or does something that messes with her morals greatly.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
My Main Abilities are that of Telekinetic Arts;

The first of these, being Telekinesis. This allows me to focus my mind on an object, and manipulate it to strike my opponents or defend myself/my allies. I am rather fluent with this ability, but I have to use my body in order move certain objects. Mainly my hands, in a way that I can 'grip' the object in question, and throw it at my opponents.

My next, is Telepathy. This allows me to communicate with beings in their minds. This is limited to those I trust, and those who trust me as well. It allows me to keep a somewhat decent conversation without anyone else hearing me.

My last of my Psychic arts if Precognision. While this ability is limited to my sleep, and uncontrolable, I am able to see into the future to a degree.

Avarith also has an ability she has gained from Ruu over time (later in the roleplay). This allows her to be relatively immune to memory manipulation. She can't forget any person whom she has came across, and she has good memory of anything and everything that happens to her.

Her Abilities as Sailor Saturn(Later in the Roleplay):

Saturn Planet Power, Make Up: Avarith's transformation, plus throwing her wand into the air to form her Silence Glavie.

- Silence Wall: A sort of defensive attack, where she uses her Glavie to create a shield in front of her, and other people in front of her.

- Silence Glavie Surprise (Offensive/Defensive): In the offensive version of this attack, this makes her raise her Glavie into the air to charge energy, before she slams her Glavie into the ground, killing most people, includning herself, in this attack.

In the defensive version of this attack, this allows her to summon a dense mist that can easily make the opponent loose their sight.

Death Reborn Revolution: This is by far Sailor Saturn's most powerful attack. this makes ribbons begin to appear around her body, as she hold her Glavie in front of her. She then dives at her opponent, and unleashes the powerful attack on them. This drains Avarith significantly, but it is an extrmely powerful attack. Not to mention it drains the energy of the person she is using it against.

Not to mention...Sailor Saturn's abilities can only be immitated when someone both takes on Avarith form, and steals the Silence Galvie from her.

LIKES
Avarith has an incredibly craving/weakness for Dark Chocolate. She doesn't know why, but she has always liked the bitter flavor. She also likes to be around Kind people, and Being by herself, in moderation. She is also extremely fond of the world that she was taken to when she was young, and misses it a lot. She absolutely adores being around people who she likes, who she will fight for until the end. She enjoys Reading from time to time(Mostly Love stories.). Sentimental gifts also make her smile.

DISLIKES.
Her old world (Modern Earth) is a place she greatly distains, along with it's people. People who are flat out rude also disgust her, and she will gladly punch them where it counts if they are rude around her. Arrogence and Insolence are two things that annoy her more than anything though. Being hated is something she also dislikes, as it personally hurts her inside. Cheaters bother her greatly as well.

HOBBIES
Avarith's main hobby is Reading, where she can go off into a different world. she enjoys it so much, she sometimes can be too airheaded to notice what is going on around her. She also enjoys swimming and drawing to some extent, though her drawing skills aren't something to be admired.

FEARS
Her Elder Sister Kuro (who has been out to kill her for years) is someone she fears more than anything in the world. She is also allergy to Coconut, which can prove fatal if proper medicine is not administered in time. She is also extremely Bloodphobic; to the point of running away if blood is seen in massive amounts. She is also afraid of Murderers.



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★ aηd She livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Leon <33 It seems that no matter what we have been through, we've always been close. I honestly don't care about the beast inside of you...you are my friend. You are my adoptive father. You are one of the people I trust, and I...like you. [insert small blush]

Filppy You've over stayed your welcome in my friend's head. So help me god...if I find a way, I will rip you to shreds, and dump your remains into a processor. I absolutely hate you.

Maggie Another person I feel I trust greatly. <33 She sounds like my mother, and she is very beautiful. I really like her. She is a joy to be around~ I sort of consider her my adoptive mom, and I gladly will defend her. Nothing will hurt her if I am around!


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Halo - Haley James Scott ll Rammstein - Mein Herz Brennt ll Ludi Invalidi - Tatu

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Queen Sakon ● ● ●



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❝ "I'm only human, and that's my saving grace." ❞

[Titty McNipples]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ _______, but/and I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Kakrah Isis Mubarak ) ) ● ( ( older than you ) ) ● ( ( unknown ) ) ● ( ( female ) ) ● ( ( a time before Christ ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY The Gods made her a little less than angels, a little better than devils. Her beauty had been envied ever since she was a little girl who didn't know the effect she had on men. In a time before Pharoah Cleaoptra to a time long after, she was believed to be one of the most beautiful women to grace the Earth. She is Helen of Troy, Aphrodite, Persephone and Mother Nature. To call Kakrah a goddess of beauty would be wrong - she is beauty. She is the face of every beautiful woman, the lingering scent of flowers, and our reason for being. Like air, we don't acknowledge her existence but we feel it without knowing.

Kakrah had been reborn many times since the dawn of time. Well, she'd been forced to be reborn. The Big Bang caused her to blow up and then that darned meteor and the ice age sure was a b***h. It took an eternity for her to finally be born in Egypt, and since then nothing has caused her to be reborn again. Even though her look may be outdated and her hair may be dark, to this day she is the image of beauty. Anyone who looks at her (regardless of orientation) will be smitten. Any average run of the mill man or woman can be pretty, undoubtedly, but it takes something special to be beautiful in the eyes of all. It's both a blessing and a curse.

TO BE CONTINUED

REASON The fact that I can't have a relationship with someone without them becoming a lifeless doll is rather tiring. I've tried everything from blindfolds to distancing myself, but nothing works. Can't something be done, Mister Drosselmeyer...?

I FIGHT FOR beauty.



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★ thεrε ωas a (girl/boy/man/beast).


APPEARANCE
An interesting thing about Kakrah, not appearance wise, is her voice. It's not like an airy like most bubbly plastic women today. It's rather deep and sensual. Her voice is very adamant and powerful. Imperfection is beautiful. Not many complain about her voice.

Kakrah has beautiful, smooth copper skin and deep, fiery eyes. She's rather curvaceous and her legs go on forever, making her taller than most women. She stands a little less than six feet. Her long raven-colored tresses reach the small of her back and her bangs are straight-cut. She wears make-up only around her eyes (like ancient Egyptians), everything else about her face is natural. Kakrah dresses in a lot of silk and adores wearing the color teal. If she has any jewelry in her possession, she will wear it.

PERSONALITY
Kakrah is a sensual woman is always ready for physical pleasure. She is used to being spoiled, pampered and admired therefor it is part of her nature. She detests weakness, and is far from it, but will always play the damsel in distress card to get something she wants. "Ohhhhh... this jar is closed ever so tight. Could you help me, Mister Big Strong Man?" Kakrah has a strange effect on men and can really bring out their testosterone. You'll want to fight for her, defend her with your life, rip your shirt off and put on a loincloth because she is the alpha female. She loves it thought. Kakrah adores the attention and is fascinated by men in general. The way they walk and talk and their states of being... it's wonderful. She's very poised and handles herself well in most situations. Strong and structured, she's the perfect woman for any man. Her personality can be swayed to meet the needs of whomever she's with. When she compliments her next victim (which she does frequently to charm them) whatever comes out of her mouth is usually the perfect compliment.

If Kakrah sees a horrible imperfection or something that isn't beautiful she'll try to correct it by any means. If the flaw is unmenadable, it must be 'removed.' Beauty is skin-deep. If she has a problem with your face she'll let you know in such a way that makes her out to be nice. Or... she'll straight up announce your flaws and her charm will be her saving grace. Kakrah is a gold-digger and will hang around you until she sucks your life away (quite literally.) Once you are dead and gone, she has no use for you. It's not because she's evil... she just knows the effect that she has on men. When they become puppets there's not much use in trying to save them. Kakrah also believes in 'beauty is pain' and takes the term to a whole new level. When you get involved with her you may find yourself getting physically hurt. She'll accidentally 'trip you down the stairs' just so she can run up to you and nurture you. Kakrah loves to fight, enjoys being battered and then getting a nice strong man to nurse her back to health. It's what she does.

TO BE CONTINUED

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
She's a man-eater.
Kakrah has the power of bewitching which means she can charm and manipulate men (only men) into doing what she wants. The power is strongest when combined with physical tough and eye contact. She draws males in and hooks them. Their infatuation with her is what helps her live forever. If by any means she gets a male to have sex with her or become infatuated with her they'll become addicted. Some will follow her around, some won't be able to stop thinking of her, some will be physically addicted and some will become willing slaves. Breaking that bond will be a very hard deed, but the men should be taken from her as soon as possible. She'll drain their minds and souls until they are her puppets completely. (This process happens whether she wants it to or not. Sad, really.)

Puppets
Men become her puppets. See above. They keep their personalities but their friendships with anyone besides her are severed. She will become their only one and for her, they will do anything. Be her dog and come to her when she calls you. ;D

As for fighting
Kakrah has power over sand, snakes (and Nagas) and scarabs. She can conjure snakes to bind and strangle you and much like a snake, she's venomous. She can kill you with a kiss if she pleases. The scarabs she conjures will come from any opening and fissure and if they get under your skin, you're done for. They create an opening in your body for other scarabs to enter and will paralyze you and eat you from the inside out. Sand is pretty self-explanatory. Ever drown in sand? Unfortunately, Kakrah has to be surrounded by sand to manipulate it.

Perfect Woman
Kakrah knows the perfect compliment for any given man. This is because she can look into them like open windows. She knows everything about any man. What hurts them, their fears, their strengths, their hidden pasts, their current thoughts. She keeps their secrets hidden (like any kind woman would) but uses them to her advantage. ex. Gojyo always jumps to help women and can't stand a woman crying, so Kakrah might begin to cry (which she can do on cue) so he will approach her and then play the damsel in distress card.

LIKES
Kakrah loves men. All men, but especially the ones that are battered and fresh from battle, chiseled or adorned in scars. Even though she prefers powerful men, Kakrah has a softness for perfectly beautiful men who are lacking confidence. She'll try to fix them and love them. (ex. man - 'why did you come to me?' Kakrah - 'because you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen on a man. I had to get a closer look.') She loves playing the damsel in distress and getting men to do things for her. Being pampered and nurtured and pleasured over and over again... ahhh. <3 She loves fruit, wine and small foods that can be handfed to her. Kakrah is a fan of her work and loves beautiful flowers, beautiful women (all women are beautiful), and scenery. Animals and nature seem to adore her. Kakrah loves jewelry and fine-things and will steal if she must. Kakrah loves men who are good and respectful to women.TO BE CONTINUED

DISLIKES.
Kakrah dislikes ugliness and flaws. Women are exceptions, because their flaws are beautiful.... but men have no excuse. Kakrah has a dislike of men who love or have sex with other men because the bond between man and woman is sacred and beautiful. She will not eat or touch meat because it comes from the slaughter of animals... nor will she drink milk. She honestly dislikes having to give her puppets, because she too becomes attached to her 'lovers.' Her curse has forbid her from true love for the longest time. Kakrah hates men who treat women like they are ugly. All women are beautiful. She'll kill a man to defend any woman's heart and body. TO BE CONTINUED

HOBBIES
She loves jewelry, especially gold and jade. She can't stop herself from having jewelry and will steal it if she must. She's a fornication enthusiast, but she's not a slut. She won't allow herself to be nailed from behind like a common dog. You best look at her or she'll cut it short. She loves nature and animals, especially bugs. She doesn't collect bugs because it's cruel, but she'll play with them. Kakrah likes dancing and making men feel good about themselves. She loves silk. Don't know how that's a hobby, but whatever.

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



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


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Julius Ceaser You thought I was Miss Cleopatra didn't you? You fell in love with her and forgot about me. When you were loving her was it my face that you saw, or was it her face you saw in mine? I'm still bitter.

Drosselmeyer Oh Drosselmeyer, Drosselmeyer! Won't you help me...? /crosses legs sensually. Your world is so big and scary...

boys... awaahhhh, you don't want to fight me. Come, have a seat next to me and let me give you a massage. I'll take your breath away. /smirk

women are the most beautiful creatures. Don't harm them, pamper them. Treat them well. If you hurt a woman you'll have to answer to me.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
A killer queen.

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS YOUR USERNAME. ● ● ●



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❝ A woman is not loved because she is beautiful, she is beautiful because you love her. ❞

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I may be one sick, twisted son of a b***h, but if you accept me as I am and nothing more, I caη totally bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Prudence Powers ) ) ● ( ( Nineteen ) ) ● ( ( Human, surprisingly ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( January 1st ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Well, my life starts just like every other kid in this universe. Born from my ma, raised to be a lovely young girl, yada yada yada...nothing really too important. Oh wait, this has to be at least two paragraphs? Ugh, fine. But I warn ya, it ain' gonna be pretty.

Well, like I said, I was supposed to be raised like a normal little girl. While most girls were dreamin' of becoming Ballerinas, I was busy playin' with some of the resident insects. You know...Ants, Caterpillars, Beatles, and the occassional Wasp and Hornets. I would follow 'em around, and try to immatate them to some degree. Their company was a lot more fun than the kids at school. But I think my favorite bugs to play with at home were the Bedbugs--

Huh? Yeah, I said Bedbugs. Several of our neighbors had them, and they got spread to our place. Or, it was the other way around. I don' know, honestly. But I always was able to play around with them, raising them on my own blood and some other stuff too. Those ******** knew how to eat. My teachers were concerned about all of the bite marks on my arms, legs, and neckline, but I just ignored them. They were my bugs, and technically, they were my pets.

Though, during this time as well, I sorta befriended a Hornet queen, whom I named Saito. Well, she was on the verge of death and laid her last egg on my arm before dying, so I began to raise her daughter as well. She kinda helps me gather different insects and stuff-- (More about her later in 'Powers')

Now, this is where religon plays a role in my story. Ever sense I was little, my mom and dad had read me the bible from cover to cover to try and drill these things called 'morals' in my head. I always noticed that they skipped several pages at a time, and I was always curious. I managed to snag my dad's copy, and read some of the pages he didn't allow me to hear. I was quite stunned by the selfishness of their 'God'. Modeling man after himself...and sending someone who 'rebeled' against him straight to hell? [********] This 'God' was nothing more than a selfish human. I instantly decided that I hated 'God', and everyone who believed in him.

As I got older, things actually went along nice and smooth for me. The bites from my bugs got even worse, but a new breed soon welded their way into my house...or, at least my shed. Maggots. Yep. Those things that you see on rotting items. The wiggly white worm things that turn into flies. I really got into those. My parents were disgusted by this, but I told them that I could choose how I wanted to live my own goddamn life. And boy, did I raise a good bunch of 'em.

Schoolwise, however, things were going downhill fast. I got made fun of for having a lot of bites on my body, and even for raising bugs. Well...I guess it's not being made fun of if you don't take offense to it, right? Actually, I just smiled and went on my way. Staying with my bugs was how I thought living my life would be like. Most of the kids there were bible-shoved-up-their-a** raised, and I delt with a lot of s**t from the school itself. My grades were good, but my attitude was less than perfection ten ******** fold. I think the worst that I did was throw a bible at a Teacher/Preist when he told me I had to read it. Got into a bit of trouble for that one.

Anyway, I'm rambling ain't I? Well, life soon went on, and things only got worse I guess you could say. If you couldn't guess by now, my town is a bunch of religious pricks. I soon began to hate just about everyone I came across, and discovered the art of revenge. There was this girl who I was neighbors with who was just so ******** perfect. Ugh! I wanted to punch that little angel face like no one's business, and she knew this better than anyone. Always flaunting her 'perfection'...well, I decided I was gonna get even one day.

You see, Miranda (perfect little b***h's name) had noticed my fondness for Saito, who was currently on her ninth predesesor. Well, when number ten was born (whom I kept at home that day), I decided to take Saito number nine out for one last little hurrah at school. Miranda walks up to me at school as I'm holding Saito's barely living body, and snatches it from me. She bolts like the wind, and I run right the ******** after her. I end up bumping into a teacher, thus losing that b***h. Being a fifth grader and loving that Hornet to death, I was extremely worried.

Well, a few minutes later I found her all right-- and she was torturing poor Saito to death. I ******** ran over there, just as she was ripping Saito's wings off. I told her to stop, begging her to stop hurting Saito...but, then she tore off the stinger, and Saito was dead. Though, what really pissed me off what when she took Saito's dead body, and stepped on it while giggling ever so innocently. Just that innocence she raidiated...it sickened me to no end. She then skipped over to me, and whispered in my ear;

"If you think that was bad, just wait til I get hold of all of your other insects. I'll crush them to the dirt, and no one'll do a thing. Just a bunch of bugs aren't gonna get me in trouble at all. You may as well give up on being a tattletale now."

And then that b***h skipped off. Her chestnut curls bouncing with every movement. I was absolutely numb. I couldn't feel a thing, aftering watching that 'perfect' little b***h just crush one of my most presious pets to the earth. My fist clenched, and I saw red. I was dead set on getting revenge, not only for Saito...but just for the sake of making that perfect little b***h just as broken as me.

Well, I contemplated this for several days, and then it came to me. That stupid little purebred Yorkie that she always talked about...she always kept the ******** outside at night, and loved it to death. I smirked to myself, and looked to Saito number ten. I whispered to her to tell the maggots they were gonna have a good meal tonight (I have a weird way of communicating with insects. See Powers.), and she did just that. I smirked to myself again, and began to mix up just a tiny bit of morphine (drugs, surpringly, were very easy to get from the older kids) into some wet dog food. This would be for tonight.

Anyway, I soon had to wait at the bus stop with that little b***h. She had her dog with her...no surprise, sense it was pet day at our school. The dog began to bark at me, and I soon asked one of the questions that needed to be asked for the sake of things;

"Does that dog have rabbies or something?"

This, she huffed about. She clearly did not like anyone insulting her pooch.

"No she does not! My mommy made sure she was on all of her shots. She's very healthy."

Just listening to her snot nosed voice was enough to make me glare at her. Ugh. This was going to be more satisfying that I had ever dreamed. Anyway, we went to school and all of that s**t, and then things began to unfold. Saito was waiting for me when I got home, sense my parents were gone at church. Thus, I began to wait until about six o clock. That was when she locked her pooch up for the night, and about the time my parents would be watching some stupid show about god.

I soon snuck out, and peered into a small hole in the fence. Good, the little pooch was already tied up with the shitiest rope money could buy. I hopped the fence, rigged food in hand, and fed it to the little ********. Went numb in almost second. Thus, I carried the pooch back into the shed, where my lovelies were waiting. Gee, word spread fast. Thus, I began to cut open the numb little ******** open and drain the blood from it, to feed my bedbugs later on. Putting it into a nice sized jar, I watched the little Yorkie howl until all of it's blood was gone, when it finally died. Thus, I threw the body over to my lovelies, and allowed them to chow down.

When I snuck back in, I soon began to take a look at the blood that I had gathered. This made me smile...and then I seemed to cackle. I don't know what you classify as cackling, but I ended up drinking a good bit of the blood that I had gathered, which...actually wasn't too bad. It was nice when you were the one who did the killing. I put the rest in a saucer for my bedbugs, and went to sleep one happy little b***h.

The next day however (A Saturday, mind you), while my parents were out, I heard a knocking on the door. I went down, and saw little Miranda. She had a look of desperation...worry...absolute dread...oh, I did my best to hold back a grinchy smile. I openned the door, looking as serious as I possibly could, to answer the question of the day;

"Have you seen my doggie? Something might've happened to her!"

I just tilted my head a little bit, looking thoughtful for a moment.

"Well...I don't know. I did hear something going into my shed last night...maybe she's there?"

Miranda looked hopeful for that moment. Her green eyes sparkling with hope, and happiness. I led her to the shed, looking to her for a moment with a smirk. I then openned the door, and forced the b***h inside. Where she landed face to face with the rotting remains of her little pooch, and my pet maggots. You can guess that she was ready to scream like no one's business, but something held her back. I then saughtered over to her ear, and whispered ever so softly;

"How does it feel to lose something you love? Does it feel nice? Did I scar that perfection that you once strived for? Maybe you'll think twice before messing with my insects ever again."

She just looked to me...mortified. She just had that look of absolute pain on her face, before getting up. She just walked away, locked in that gaze as she went back to her little home. I smirked to myself, thinking that I had won this goddamn war.

Well...it's kinda weird how things play out in the end sometimes. For the next few days, Miranda freakin' stalked me to just about everywhere I went. I was totally convinced that this little b***h was gonna find something to mess with me about...but, she didn't. She just watched my movements. What a ********' creep.

This lasted for quite a while to, before I decided to confront her about it. Maybe...two, three months. Either way, I confronted her on the last day of fifth grade...

"Why the ******** have you been following me around?! Are you some kind of creep or something?!"

Miranda didn't budge. I looked to her curiously, before she finally spoke out;

"I...I've been trying to find your strength. What makes you so...dark. Intriguing. What makes you the person you are."

"Tch. Your more of a creep than I thought."

"So it seems. Your different from all of the rest of us...all of us who have bibles shoved in our asses." She told me, with a small smile. That kinda made me curious, but a sudden car horn brought me back to reality. Miranda looked to the car, before smiling.

"Come over to my place at around eight." Was all she told me, before hopping into her car. I watched that car speed off, before shrugging. Miranda was a creep...but, she actually was interesting. Not exactly the perfect little b***h I thought she was.

Thus, later on I went over to her place. She welcomed me inside with a smile, as we sat on her couch. We began to converse for a while...

"So...what exactly makes me 'different from all the rest'?"

"Do I really need to answer that? You should know damn well what makes you different."

"Avoiding my questions are we?"

"Why answer what you already know?"

Okay, then why the ******** were you following me? Can you at least answer that?"

She becomed thoughtful for a moment, before looking me straight in the eye. "I wanted to find out what makes you so...strong. So dark inside...being raised in a community like this usually means that you grow up with a bible up your a**. I'm just confused how you turned out to be one who seperates from the crowd."

"It's simple really. I just lost all interest in morals when my parents tried to shove them down my throat, simply put. They ended up skipping a lot that shows their god is more vain and selfish than he seems." I'd tell her laying on the couch a bit.

"And here I thought you just had mental problems." This earned her a glare from me. "Your much more than what meets the eye, Prudance. I'd like to learn what you know from discarding morals." This really shocked me. Someone so perfect willing to become as messed up as me? Damn. Maybe I rubbed off on her a bit too much.

"...Who the ******** are you, and what have you done with Miranda Stark?" I asked her, absolutely confused. Someone who was seen as perfect...pure...just an angel in the eyes of many, was willing to become as messed up as me? I must've been dreaming...or it was a trick. Either or was a definite explanation at the time.

Miranda simply laughed, before looking to me again. "I'm serious, Prudance Powers. I want to find what makes you so different...and that maybe I can seperate from the rest as well." She told me, as I held back what appeared to be a smile.

"Very well then. I accept." Were my final words to her. And I am done.

REASON. My main reason for being here is to not only get these religious pricks off my back for how I live my ******** life, but I'd like to see how their 'god' would like it being an insufferable human. He wouldn't last five seconds with me around.

I FIGHT FOR I fight for myself, with myself, and even against myself sometimes.



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★ thεrε ωas a Freak.


APPEARANCE
Prudance mainly appears as a young girl with dyed sky blue hair, with blue eyes and pale skin. Her eyes are quite bigger than most peoples upon sight, and she only appears to be about fifteen to some. She wears a blue sort of corset, with a necktie around her neck (Also blue.). If you can't tell, her wardrobe mainly consist of blue items.

She wears a blue skirt that goes down to her knees, along with blue and white striped knee socks, and black lace-up boots.

PERSONALITY
Though Prudance seems smart to many, she actually is Not very bright, in some cases. She is also Immature to the point of Throwing tantrums from time to time, as she truely thinks she should always get what she wants. The world revolves around only her (And occassionally Miranda.)

As mentioned in the bio, she is also A-moral. For example; if she was holding onto a rope with someone hanging off it over a cliff, if she didn't like the person, they'd fall to their doom without a second thought on Prudance's end.
She is also extremely Sadistic, to the point of even drinking the blood of an animal/other thing she kills.

She is also a firm believer in Nihilisim, going so far as to say 'If it can be done, there is nothing wrong with it.' She greatly distains god to the point of even going to a church and openly stating all that 'God' has done wrong. In layman's terms, she is 'Evil' in some definitions.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Can't catch me, bitches! (Speed)

Let's face it, Prudance is a fast little b***h. She can run at speeds normal humans could only innate when in desperate need, but isn't as fast as people who can use teleportation or it's many other forms. (Sonido being an example.)

BUZZZZZ (Insect Control)

Ever sense Prudance was little, she has always had a fondness for bugs. She and Miranda discovered when they were older that she had the ability to control these insects, and use them to their advantage. Though, she is limited somewhat that she has only been able to control Hornets, Wasps, Bees, Fire Ants, Locust (to a degree), Maggots, Flies, and Spiders (Non Poisonious ones). Though she raises Bedbugs, and seems to be on their goodside, she cannot truly control them.

Not to mention the fact that she has a jar of Bedbugs and Maggots at her dissposal, so you may want to watch out for that too.

Bee bee, bumble bee~ (Saito)

Saito (currently in about Twenty Ninth incarnation), is Prudance's main line of control. She can use Saito to communicate with insects that Prudance couldn't go near usually, and convince them to join her side, if only for a while. Not to mention, Saito is Prudance's favorite insect, even surpassing her Maggots on the favoring scale.

It's like watching food rot in the fridge; except it's you who's rotting. (Rot)

Another ability found out in later time, Prudance is able to corrode just about anything she focuses on through touch. Be it a weapon, someone's arm, or an entire building, it can be brought down by these powers. However, how long it takes to corrode depends on the size, and how dead set Prudance is on destroying it. Smaller or thinner items (someone's arm, or a thin weapon) could take about a minute or so before the rotting is truly severe. Even worse, the rotting can spread on a person, and fully rot them away to nothing. Larger items (buildings, heavy armor, large things) will take about an hour or more to fully corrode even if Prudance is fully focused. And that's for it to even make the rotting noticeable.

LIKES
Prudance in a lot of cases loves Miranda Stark, her best friend. And truly the only friend she has. She is also fond of blood, and watching things rot before her eyes. Especailly if it was cause by her. She is also extremely fond of insects, finding them to be the most fasinating creatures created. She also likes people who share her beliefs, and people who are just unafraid of their morals, period.

DISLIKES.
God. Religion. Prudance hates those two things straight up, and would gladly insult religious little pixies until she broke their faith. She hates morals with a passion, and people who have a bible shoved up their a**. She will gladly rot those people to the core. People who follow morals (depending on the Moral's themselves) are also people hated deeply by Prudance.

HOBBIES
She has a habit of finding dangerous insects and putting them in a jar for people to open, just for kicks. As said before, she also has Bedbugs and Maggots with her, which can screw you over if she knows how to use them (Maggots yes, but Bedbugs are less likely).

FEARS
One of the things that Prudance has is Pnigerophobia, or the fear of being choked to death/smothered. Her blood runs cold at the mention of the word, though she doesn't like to show it. Other than that, she really doesn't fear too much more...except for losing Miranda, or Saito. For different reasons, mind you. Miranda well...Prudance doesn't want me to go into detail, but Saito is the one bug she can count on, and she'd rather not lose her.



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




★ aηd she livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Miranda Stark (pre-existing) I kinda feel smitten around her nowadays. She and I are one in the same ever sense we met, and I like that about her. c: She's a keeper.

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 Queen Sakon ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF SADISTIC AND ANTI-MORAL AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A NIHILISTIC FREAK.





❝ "If it can be done there is nothing wrong with doing. Things are possible for a reason, don't cha know?" ❞

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

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ _______, but/and I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Rin Mizuru ) ) ● ( ( I Was Suppose To Count? ) ) ● ( ( Immortal Shinigami Baby ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( October 11th ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON. WISH/REASON FOR BEING IN THE GAME.

I FIGHT FOR WHY DO I NEED A REASON TO FIGHT? I'M SURE I CAN JUST DO IT FOR THE FUN OF IT.



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




★ thεrε ωas a (girl/boy/man/beast).


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

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

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

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

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

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

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



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




★ aηd (she/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 i i C u t e D r e a m ● ● ●



. . . 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. ❞

[Scissor Doll]

❝ I'm useless, and I'll waste your time but if you insist, I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Reia Kitagawa ) ) ● ( ( Stuck at 17 ) ) ● ( ( Deformed Humanoid ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( November 12 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY
COMING SOON.

REASON I wanted to be dead, But now I want my life to be normal... For me and my friends to be fixed..!

I FIGHT FOR My sanity.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Broken Diva


APPEARANCE
☀ ☀ ☀ ☀ ☀ ☀ ☀ ☀ ☀ ☀


She's actually very comfortable in the dress. Her dress is very long and a faded pink with some patches of blue and teal here and there. On the right side of the dress there's a black, metal, piece of a cage attached to the dress. She wears a black sleeve on her right arm while the left is naked. She has one horn of a goat on the left side of her head. Along with legs that from around the knees up have been changed to goat legs. They are mostly hidden, however, when walking they are completely visible. She wears black high heels and pink ribbons in her hair. Her hair is a mixture of blues greens and some teals and is loose, almost as long as her dress is her hair. Her eyes were a sea blue, but now the color has faded, turning into a grey, sea blue. Her skin is a pale, grey-blue color, made this way from being killed and reconstructed. Mostly around her right eye is where her skin has started to rot away but her skin has started to rot away in other places too, but not as much as around the right eye. On her neck is a white, laced collar. Most of the time, she is wearing a blindfold to hide her rotting eyes.

Her voice is something of interest as well. It's a bit high pitched and has some sounds of sadness and has a sort of beautiful nature that is undescribable. That's why, when she is singing, most love to just listen to her sing without complaining or interupting. She also tells stories and does in a way that is almost enchanting, which is why people love to listen to her talk, or sing. Also sadly enough for some, she speaks in almost all japanese, because she is japanese. She knows a little english but only the most basic words, so unless you know japanese or have a translator, your ********. Her hearing isn't the greatest however. She can hear, but not as great as the average humanoid. Sometimes you may have to repeat yourself, but it won't happen too often.

PERSONALITY
She has her complete depressed state of mind in which she often wishes that she was dead, crying quite a bit. During these times she does a lot of just staring, and if she does talk most the time it's just asking you or herself, or just anyone listening a question. She's also very morbid, very droll in this sort of time. She can switch off from the world around her and during these periods much more occurs on the deep innermost levels of Reia's psyche, than her closest companions companions could imagine. A lot of the time, she'll switch her thoughts to her past and wonder why she was cursed with such a life. It's a good idea to be around her during this time if you want to get close, because during these times is when she needs someone the most.

She also has her happy times. During which she is found smiling, laughing, but most importantly, singing! If you want to get close to her, this is the best time usually. She can stay in this state of mind for a long time unless something reminds her of past events or of her disfigurement. Her attitude during this time is thought of as bubbly, cheery, outgoing. During this time she like to do things, and likes to go on adventures and have fun. She is very trustful during this time, but then again she's also very trustful during her other two times as well.

There's also a [coughs] psychotic time. This was created early in her life by a place she thought was a dream. During this time she cares only about herself and will cut you down if you get in her way. During this time she's mean, uncaring, pissy, taunting, and for some odd reason loves to get affection during this time. But that's if you get past her grouchy attitude. This time is best explained as, shoot now, ask questions later. This kind of time is very rare, and normally only happens if you remind her of Yumai or if you taunt and tease her too much.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
COMING SOON.

LIKES
She really likes being talked to, she likes it when people care about her. She really likes any kind of reptile. Why this is, that's unknown. She also really likes anything with wings, and admires them. She often wishes that she was like a bird so she could be free. She loves books and loves collecting keys because they are really pretty to her. For her, a key is like a diamond. She also loves anything that is normally big but instead is small. She also likes to be alone or in small crowds with those she trusts.

DISLIKES.
She doesn't like when people stare at her, or look at her weirdly. Her life sucks already she doesn't need you making her feel even worse. [What? You want to make her depressed for her beads? You MONSTER!!] She doesn't like it when people lie to her, and she doesn't like carnivals, or anything related to carnivals. She also doesn't like wonderland. She doesn't like the idea of heaven or hell. She hates nightmares, because that's what her life was. She doesn't like it when everything is white, and she hates flowers in a vivid red bloom. Or rather, she doesn't like anything red really, too many bad memories. She doesn't really like really large crowds, she tends to freak out.

HOBBIES
Her hobbies consist of singing, trying to make things better for others even if that means loosing herself. She very much likes to go on walks or just stare up at the moon and stars or the sun and clouds. She also enjoys reading books, along with writing things and doodling. She likes to keep track of things in a small notebook of hers. In it, tells everything about her, everything she has thought, or seen or heard. Every little detail is in there no matter how much it hurts to read them.

FEARS
She fears that she and her friends will be stuck in their deformed form, so of course she also fears of them all being gone and leaving her all alone. Yes, she is terrified of being alone and can't survive being alone. Not because something would kill her, but because her mind would shut itself down, and she'd be gone. She's afraid of others also, afraid they will do something terrible to her, what exactly? She doesn't know.



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




★ aηd she ηεvεr livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Yamai (pre-exsisting) You killed everything.... Everything in your path and you.... Your the one that made me like this! If you didn't hang yourself I would kill you myself....!

Tulay (pre-exsisting) You went insane in my dream, but you still are I guess..... Your always so hungry...

Sakura and Usa (pre-exsisting) I remember inviting you two to tea in my dream but it was just the normal dream I had. You... ran the Circus and... I'm sorry for what's happened to us..!

The Me of Yesterday (In mind) Why can't I ever be good enough for you..? Why are you trying to kill me..?


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
COMING SOON.

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS xx_Cold_Doll_xx ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF SELF-CRITICISM AND SELF-CONTRADICTION AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A MESSED UP HUMANOID.





❝ Why do you look at me like that? This face that is rotting, It's painful and it can't be helped. My skin festers, reflected on my eyes. Does anyone wish that I was alive? I want to die, get me out of here, please! The body is distorted in order to bend to that twisted figure. Everyone knows the feeling of walking down the street alone. The friends that talk have their waists aligned. This child has to cower alone.❞