Congratulations!

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I guess I don't really have a choice; I'll bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Luppi ) ) ● ( ( Was I really supposed to count? Oh, silly me... ) ) ● ( ( Arrancar ) ) ● ( ( Male, thank you very much. ) ) ● ( ( Eh...does it really matter? ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Shortly after Grimmjow has his arm removed and burned by Kaname Tōsen, Luppi is appointed to the rank of Sexta Espada, and leads the third attack on the human world. He is joined by Yammy Rialgo, Grimmjow and the newest Arrancar at that time, Wonderweiss Margera. His group is quickly engaged in battle by Captain Tōshirō Hitsugaya, Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto as well as Ikkaku Madarame and Yumichika Ayasegawa.

Luppi engages in battle with Yumichika but tells them that he rather fight all four at once and proceeds to release his Zanpakutō. Wasting no time, he attacks Hitsugaya with all his tentacles and temporarily removes him from battle.[2] His attacks prove to be to much for the combined forces of Ikkaku, Yumichika, and Rangiku, and just when he's about to finish off Rangiku, Kisuke Urahara shows up to save her.

Having left Captain Hitsugaya for dead, Luppi is trapped by Hitsugaya's Bankai ability, "Thousand Years Ice Prison", but is shortly after saved by a Negación.

Grimmjow kills Luppi to regain his rank.Once having returned to Hueco Mundo, Luppi expresses his anger that their attack was nothing more then a diversion to capture Orihime Inoue. When Aizen asks Orihime to demonstrate her power by restoring Grimmjow's arm, Luppi tells Orihime that there is no way she could heal something that does not exist, and threatens to kill her if she is unsuccessful. However, once he sees her power in action, he is left in awe. With his arm restored, Grimmjow quickly disposes of Luppi, by impaling him with his restored arm and blasting Luppi's entire top half away with a Cero to regain his status as an Espada. With his last breath, Luppi curses Grimmjow.

REASON. Simply put, I want to get revenge against the b*****d who killed me...and become even more powerful than him. And then I can get rid of everyone else I hate. c:

I FIGHT FOR Me, myself, and I alone.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Male


APPEARANCE
Luppi appears youthful with short black hair and a rather androgynous face. Just above his left eyebrow is a row of three pink stars. The remains of his Hollow mask (a top row of teeth) rests on the left side of his head. Luppi's attire consists of long sleeves that fall past his hands, hiding them. His Espada tattoo is prominently displayed on his right hip. The location of his hollow hole is unknown.

In Luppi's Resurrección, Trepadora, the Sword itself manifests as eight enormous tentacles, with a bone cowl also growing over Luppi's head. Each of the tentacles connects to Luppi at one of the corners of an octagonal design on his back, which is very similar to the Chinese Ba Gua symbol.

Luppi's Espada Tattoo

Luppi himself

Luppi's Resurrección, Trepadora.

PERSONALITY
Luppi seems to be rather arrogant, insulting Grimmjow for his lowered rank and boasting constantly when in battle. He mocks his enemies by saying "Sorry!" in a sarcastic tone after insulting somebody, as well as by licking his lips and noting the odds against his enemies out loud (i.e. 4-on-8 ). Luppi and Gin Ichimaru, on the other hand, seem to have been on good terms, as Gin comments about being lonely after Luppi's death, citing the fact that the two often spoke. Though in a Shinigami's cup skit, after Gin makes a friendly comment on it, Luppi gleefully denies this fact, much to Ichimaru's dismay.

In battle, Luppi seems unsatisfied with fighting opponents that posed no challenges to him, going so far as to invite multiple opponents to attack him simultaneously during his battle in Karakura Town. Luppi has also shown that he likes toying with his opponents in battle, especially if he doesn't consider them a threat. He seems to be easily irritated, however, rising to the simplest of taunts. He was a bit perverted, commenting on Rangiku's breasts, but almost immediately afterwards, he threatened to kill her. He was clearly vengeful, as when the mission was over and he was still alive after Tōshirō Hitsugaya's attack, he vowed to the young captain he'd be back to kill him. Things didn't go his way due to Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez killing him after his arm was restored to regain his rank as the Sexta Espada.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
It can be assumed Luppi possessed the standard powers of an Arrancar, such as Cero, Sonído, and Hierro(See Nnoitra's Profile for explanation of these abilities). He was powerful enough to qualify as the sixth Espada. There is no indication of whether he was promoted from the seventh Espada slot or he filled the slot as a non-Espada.

Great Spiritual Power: Luppi has great spiritual power, as seen by his status as an Espada, as well as by easily fending off three Shinigami lieutenants and a captain during the initial stages of the Espada's second invasion of Karakura Town.

Zanpakutō
Trepadora (蔦嬢 (トレパドーラ), Torepadōra; Spanish for "Climbing Vine", Japanese for "Ivy Girl" ) : When sealed, his Zanpakutō resembles a kodachi with a pink hilt, which he wears on his left side, close to his armpit.

Resurrección: Trepadora's release command is Strangle (縊れ, kubire). It manifests as eight enormous tentacles, with a bone cowl also growing over Luppi's head. Each of the tentacles connects to Luppi at one of the corners of an octagonal design on his back, which is very similar to the Chinese Ba Gua symbol. The tentacles can grow spikes, in order to inflict additional damage.

LIKES
Let's face it; Luppi is rather fond of large breasted Women. Though, it is unknown of his true sexual orientation, he seems to like males and females. He admires his own appearence, and likes to look his best no matter what the situation. He is secretly a slight adreniline junkie as well.

DISLIKES.
He absolutely hates being taunted, and will raise to the simpleish of taunts. Being told he can't do something, or when a challange he can't complete is placed in front of him, he will also become easily discouraged. He is also an extremely sore loser, and has a deep hate for people stronger than him.

HOBBIES
Unknown...other than the fact that he probably likes to cut people down as a hobbie.

FEARS
Surpringly, one of the things Luppi fears is actually being beaten in battle. He doesn't like it at all, and is an extremely sore loser. Due to having a slightly inflated ego, Failure or Imperfections can also pose an issue.



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




★ aηd he livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Grimmjow(Pre Existing) You do realize the next time I see you, I'm going to rip that damn smirk right off your face?

Rangiku(Pre Existing) Your sexy, but the fact that you work for that little punk is why your going to die along with those ********. Count on it.

Toshiro(Pre Existing) Poor poor little luteniant...you weren't able to kill me last time, but I'm going to enjoy killing you once I am given the chance to. I'll rip that tiny head of yours off, and crush it into the dirt!

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Pink Razor, So Vain... ll I'mma ********' Rockstar

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Queen Sakon, bitches. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF Pervert AND Narcissism AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A Match.





❝ "If beauty is a sin, than I'm going straight to hell." ❞

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Only for my 'God', I caη bε her paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Miranda Stark ) ) ● ( ( Eighteen, going on Nineteen ) ) ● ( ( ...I'm a Human...aren't I? ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( June 1st ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Well...I guess you could say I started life as a normal girl. A Normal girl with high expectations from my family. From the day I was born, I was obligated to become a prodigy; like all of the others of the family. It was...kinda scary, to be honest. I was always trying so hard to exceed expectations, which I actually did easily. But the pressure killed me inside! There was always something lingering in my heart, something I just couldn't get rid of...bloodlust.

Well, in fifth grade, a girl caught my attention. She was...a lot different from the rest of us. All the while, she seemed to not mind a thing. Somewhere...I just looked one day, and saw a dying creature in her hands. A hornet. Something inside of me took over, and I swiped it from her. I ran off as fast as I could, her feet following me close behind...until a teacher got in her way. That; was when I proceeded to find a picnic table and torture the poor creature to death.

Minutes later, Prudance soon came and seemed...shocked by my animosity. I ripped 'Saito's' wings off, before ripping the stinger off and stomping the poor creature's body into the dirt. I soon skipped over to her, and whispered the very words that made her blood run cold;

"If you think that was bad, just wait til I get ahold of all of your other insects. I'll crush 'em to the dirt, and no one'll do a thing. Just a bunch of bugs ain't gonna get me into trouble at all. You may as well give up being a tattletail right now."

I told her this, and then I skipped off...unknown to the fact that the revenge in store was going to leave me without any form of sanity left in my heart.

- TO BE CONTINUED -

REASON. I...want to see the gods fall. Fall from their pedistal, and let my god take their place. There should be no other gods.

I FIGHT FOR Myself, unless Prudance is involved. She is the one who openned my eyes to the world...



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




★ thεrε ωas a (girl/boy/man/beast).


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

PERSONALITY
Miranda can be seen as a kindly female in some degrees. Pleasent, beautiful...even heaven sent in some cases. And even then you would be wrong. Her personality upfront may seem like an angel, but deep inside holds the face of a demon.

In truth, Miranda is a ruthless, moral-free, and perhaps the only person who can beat Prudance in sadisum. She firmly believes in Nihilisim as well, but doesn't say much to the fact. She is a truely twisted individual; while she may wear a facade of kindness and purity, deep inside she is a pitch black soul. She will gladly kill if commanded to, even going above and beyond the point of no return from time to time...

-TO BE CONTINUED -

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

LIKES
Miranda loves Prudance Powers, almost to the point of them being considered in a lesbian relationship. She likes blood, and is incredibly proud of an inner bloodlust that lives inside her mind. She loves to mess with people's heads, and mess with their assumtions of her to a degree.

DISLIKES.
Religion, God, Morals...anything that Prudance doesn't approve of or hates goes under this list of hates. She personally hates her family, though she will not say it to their faces. She hates to show any form of weakness as well, though there are several crippling fears that she holds...

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.

Prudance Powers My one love...my goddess in every word. You've openned my eyes to a whole new way of thinking, and I love you for it. <33 There is no such thing as something I can't do, and no such thing as something that shouldn't be done. In my eyes; you are my everything. I'll never let anyone take you away from me...

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


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

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS YOUR USERNAME. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF ruthless AND sweet facade AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A messed up Purity Sue.





❝ You'll never see me fall from grace. ❞

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I am only a paωη to the Mirage. ❞

★ ( ( Seraphim01, but Serah will suffice. ) ) ● ( ( I...honestly have no rememberance. ) ) ● ( ( I was human at one point oin my existance...but, I am now a Guardian Angel. ) ) ● ( ( Female, of course. ) ) ● ( ( Irrelivant to my kind. ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Well...I honestly don't remember much about earlier parts of my life, but I can tell you about something I do remember vividly.

All I remember seeing when I was summoned was Zohar's final moments of life, after trying to defy our lord. Hmph. Though I felt somewhat sorry for the b*****d, I had no time to waste. Har had summoned me for a reason, and that reason was simple; to kill the Messenger of Destruction.

Our battle began feircely, as I began to use Genesis Phase to summon several larva to attack Shyna. She didn't know what to think at first, and continueously fired many Surosa shots at my wings, which were my weak point. It was only when I used Energy Probe, that she found out the extent of my healing abilities and began to shut them down effectively. I was in awe. She was much smarter than she appeared...but, I wasn't done yet. Oh no; I was far from that.

The Messenger may have thought she had won, but then I began to show off the full extent of my powers through my weapon; the Destruction Clarion. Through playing that instrument, I was able to throw her off at several points in the battle and gain the upper hand against her. Though...becoming distracted while I was using the weapon was my downfall, I suppose. When I was about to play off my instrument a final time, she delt me a fatal blow in my abdoman...

"Ugghhhh! Does not Compute! Ohh...uhhh..."

And thus...I exploded from the blow, as Har had programmed me to.

REASON. My wish is a simple one. The elimination of the Silhouettes, and the Messenger of Destruction.

I FIGHT FOR The Mirage, my leader Har Birthclod, and the other Guardian Angels.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Woman.


APPEARANCE
Serah stands at about Five Feet Eleven Inches, so she is exceptionally tall. She has slightly wavy short blond hair that goes down to her shoulders, and dark blue eyes. She has butterfly wings on her back (Left one blue, right one red to signify where her attributes are); rather small in size until she begins to flap them allowing them to grow almost twice in size. She can be seen wearing a Dark Green Dress, with a red undershirt to cover her breast (small ones at that), and arms. When in battle, two butterfly markings can be seen on her hands. The one on her left hand in blue, and her right hand in red. She is also typically seen in black high heels, and the dress goes down to her ankles.

In her Guardian Angel form, she turns into a large butterfly-like form. Her hair becomes exceptionally curly, and her body takes on the form of a large butterfly. Her wings grow to monsterous sizes, and large red hooped earrings can be seen on her ears. Her whole body (save for two lines dividing her bodies atributes) is green in color, and has a large second mouth on the ends for...well, I'll go into that with her powers.

PERSONALITY
Serah can be seen as a rather sophisticated individual to some, speaking in a tone that a rich woman or high prided mistress would speak. She is very composed, and exceptionally calm. She takes after her father/leader in the fact that she thinks highly of herself, and tries to think a situation through before resorting to barbaric methods. (Though she will resort to them if she must.)

In truth, Serah is actually somewhat child-like, and is extremely clumsy. She tends to fall on her own feet a lot, and is somewhat carefree. A bit of an airhead on some occass-- oh, who am I kidding? She is the pure definition of airhead. She is also a competitive individual, and an extremely sore loser.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Genesis Phase: In my human form, this allows me to utilise the Butterfly Marking on my hand (either Silhouette or Mirage depending on which hand I use. Right is Silhouette, and Left is Mirage in case you need to know!) and create a swarm of of energy draining butterflies around my opponents. I can use them to heal myself, or I can shoot them like bullets at my opponents. I can heal other people with this as well, if they are of the attribute that the colors of the butterflies are. I can also sort of use them as a shield, forming them all into a sort of barrier around myself if need be.

In my Guardian Angel form, however, this allow me to summon several worms I can use to heal myself if I eat them with my second mouth. They can also attack when they mature, which can aid me in defeating an opponent.

Amptitude Ray: In my Guardian Angel form, this allows me to shoot two laser beams of each attribute from my wings at my opponents. My favored little way to use this move is to trap my opponent (or opponents) in between both beams so they can't escape. Hahaha!

In my human form, this allows me to charge the lasers into my hands. I can shoot the beams in two different directions, or better yet, I can combined the beams and shoot them at my opponents. Ohoho~

Energy Probe: I use energy from my wings to summon two balls of energy to attack my opponent. One of Silhouette and one of Mirage. They can do some decent damage if not reflected~

Destruction Clarion: Ahaha! My favorite move of all time! This allows me to bring out my little instrument. You may think it does no harm, but you sir/mam would be very very wrong! This allows me to use one of three moves, in either human or Guardian Angel form. I can make it rain fire of Silhouette or Mirage (I can't make it rain both, sadly), or I can summon energy waves from the ground to chase after my opponents of either energy. I can also summon some of my bugs to aid in attacking my opponents as well~ If I use this, keep in mind that I am desperate to win dears!

LIKES
Well...I like things to be in order. Peaceful, precice...you know, the usual things! I also love my late-husband Delia extremely, and am very loyal to the Mirages. I am fond of sweets, and having time so I can space off. Well...when I am not working, that is. Ehehehe...

DISLIKES.
Naturally, I bear deep grudges against the Silhouettes, and the Messenger of Destruction (Shyna Nera Shyna). The Messenger's grudge is slightly more personal though...but, I won't go too much into it. I am slightly OCD, so I hate it when things are out of a particular order. Messy people are also pet peeves of mine, and I have an exceptionally low tolerance for failing (on myself).

HOBBIES
Those...are irrelevent to my kind, sense we are built to destroy the Silhouettes and Messenger. (Though I do enjoy a good read from time to time!)

FEARS
Serah has OCD (Obsessive Complusive Disorder), which causes her to be slightly fruity if there is something out of oder to her. She simply can't stand it...and if she can place her finger on what is out of order, then she can have a slight meltdown. She does have a fear of failure, and will strive past her own weaknesses to try and suceed.



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




★ aηd she livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Har Birthclod(Pre Existing) My father and my leader. He is the reason I exist today, and I am greatful to him.

Zohar (Pre Existing) I have not been able to speak with you much...but, you are the most successful of Har's creations. Thus, I have respect for you. But, you are also someone whom I wish to compete against for Har, so watch out you.

Delia (Pre Existing) My husband before Armageddon...I love you deeply, and I swear I will get revenge for you. <33

Other Guardian Angels (Pre Existing) You are all technically my brothers and sisters...but, I will not hesitate to kill you if you dare to betray our creator. Geluve, I'm looking at YOU. -glare-

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Ahh ahh ahh ahh~

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Queen Sakon ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF sophisticated AND order-following AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF The First of the Guardian Angels.





❝ "Let's Play." ❞

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I am a Healer of Warriors; I am already a paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Zefile Laguz ) ) ● ( ( In my kind's years, I am Thirty Nine...but, in a normal Human's years, I am Twenty Six ) ) ● ( ( The Fleet Footed Viera; Specificly a White Mage ) ) ● ( ( Viera are a Female only Spieces ) ) ● ( ( The Fifteenth of SilverSun (Translating on the Roman Calander as August Twenty Fifth) ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Well...my past isn't something I share often, but I suppose that perhaps trusting you, Drosselmeyer, could be a start.

I was born into a tribe of my kind many years ago in Ivalice. My mother was an Assassin who had mastered the arts of stealth, while my father was nowhere to be found. My mother was a critital individual; she would chide me for doing something wrong if it was just a simple mistake. She also explained to me about fate as a got older. A force that commands us...it guides us through life until we die. We have a chosen path from the begining, and fate guides us to the end. There was no choices in life...

Well, at least for me. I had several siblings, most of which who my mother didn't speak to at all. Eveline was a Fencer, and a damn good one at that. She was the most serious, and second eldest of my siblings. Camelo was an Archer; though, she would've much perfered to have her head held in the cloud's gentle grasp, rather than on Reality's Doormat. She was the middle child, though the least mature.

Yvet was a Red Mage...a master Red Mage if I could say so myself. She had a mastery of Fire and Electric Spells, and confered (well, her fire skills at least) them onto myself. She was distant one though, what with running her own clan and such. And finally, my sister Gabrielle. She was a Spellblade, though merely a trainee.

I had trained with the four (Yvet was usually gone on missions.) of them througout my life, and came across my ability to heal in the most...astonishing of ways. My sister Eveline had been caught in a run in with Klesta, a foul Crushatrice known to many. Her body was mangled beyond belief...but, I attempted to use my magick abilities, but...something went awry with them. Two small markings were made on my middle fingers, and a shield appeared in front of my elder sister. Her body began to reform in the most astonishing of ways, and in mere moments she was back to her old self. I was happy as ever...really I was. I hugged Eveline as she carried me home to our mother.

My mother was surprised with the abilities that I had been bestowed...and thus, I became the resident healer of our tribe. I was well known as the 'Healer of Warriors', and I felt proud. My siblings were proud of me...everyone was. I was in a state of Euphoria...but, my mother (Who's name was Yuma, just so you know.) warned me that even in times of good, a horrible fate would await me if I became too engrossed in happiness. Should've heeded her word...

A month or so later, several Humes from a rivaling tribe came after my kind, seeking me out. They said that they needed the girl with the 'touch that could wipe away fate'...I was horrified. I refused to let them take me, and the tribe made damn sure that they didn't. I could only watch as I was being taken away with my sisters, and my mother being injured at the hands of a Hume Soilder...but, not before they all dropped to their feet from a spell my mother had cast upon them. My mother was an exceptional spellcaster, and I was not surprised. I ran from the truck and over to my mother's aid...

But...my mother began to scold me for a reason I could not understand. She said that if fate wanted her to die, then let it run it's course. I was simply horrified by this...and I did not listen to her. I imidiantly restored the wound to her abdoman, asking her why she would not take the chance to keep living. She gave me a good smack across the face, and told me that was what fate wanted. Our clan had followed their fate to the end, and they knew that this would happen...having me interfere would only prolong the process, and thus make things worse. My mother was set to kill me then and there for defying fate...but, she just glared to me. She told me..

"If you were not of my ilk, I would have no trouble in taking your life. Your powers have damned us all...the forest spirit will be angry with us all for not following our set path. Leave us at once. I have no more use for someone who wishes to damn us all, Zefile. Begone."

And with that, she stood there and watched me leave from the village. I could not understand...the force of fate was so kind to all of us. It set out a path of happiness for us to follow...what happiness was there in taking my mother's life from her? I could not fathom this...not at all.

My sisiter Gabrielle soon joined me a few years later, a full blown Spellblade. She began to try to explain to me that fate was not our master...but, I honestly could not fathom her words either. We had been given a path by the Forest Gods...but, she insisted that we could make our own paths in life. We didn't need to live under the limitations of some 'gods'.

This left me confused...and I suppose Gabrielle's words are why I am here today.

REASON. My reason for being here is rather simple. I want to be able to defy the fate that I have been bestowed in my life. I am a firm believer in Fatalism; but that doesn't mean I cannot wish to defy the fate I have been given.

I FIGHT FOR Myself.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Rabbit-Girl.


APPEARANCE
Well, I stand at about Six feet tall, weighing about a Hundred pounds or less. My usual grament consist of a white robe with red details on it. It goes down to my knees, hiding my somewhat baggy pants and shirt underneath it. I wear black boots over my feet as well.

General Viera Info:

The Viera have rabbit-like features, including long ears and supple limbs. Due to their long feet, Viera wear stilettos most of the time. The Viera also have a heightened sense of smell, which can put them at a disadvantage against some of Ivalice's smellier monsters.

The Viera's ears not only allow them to hear over great distances, they also allow them to listen to the voices of the spirit world. They can put this ability to great use, either to communicate with the world around them, or to summon monsters from other worlds. Furthermore, the Viera have approximately three times the lifespan of Humes; they can be more than 50 years old and still be in their prime.


PERSONALITY
Zefile is an Analytical individual; she analizes her opponents from a distance before she even considers a method of attack. She even goes as far as to elaborate on the flaws in her opponent's style of fighting from time to time, as if to improve them for future battles. She is surpisingly Soft Spoken, only speaking when spoken to if she does not know a person fully. She is also incredibly Calm and Mild Mannered, perfering to engage in conversation rather than engage in battle.

She is also surprisingly Stoic and Serious, not moving her face to form any expressions for any reason. She perfers to show no emotion, which makes it hard for people to read her. She perfers to keep the full extents of her everything under viels of mystery and emotionlessness. Powers and Persona alike. She is a true Fatalist, believing that everything and anything happens for a reason; and that it is impossible to defy a fate that lies ahead, or one placed in front of you.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS

Healing with a Twist (Space-Time Reprogression)

By concentraiting the powers in her two middle fingers, she can create a shield over a part of someone's body. This allows the object to regenerate, even if the body part was severed or rotted away. She cannot use this on herself, however...and she also is unknown to the full extent of this power of hers. This, when used as a shield, can also disintigrate any projectiles or ther objects thrown her way. Though...she does not know this.

Power of the Angels (Holy/White Magick)

Naturally, Zefile is a master of White Magick. She can use this to heal the old fashion way, and can use this method on herself. It allows her to summon a power from her staff, and 'cleanse' the being of their wounds.

Hold Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee (A Sai (Known as a 'Stinger'))

Even though Zefile hates to fight, she will if she must. She uses this Sai to end a fight quickly by getting up behind her opponent, and stabbing them in the back of the neck.

Burn in Heaven (Holy Fire)

Unlike most White Mage, Zefile has also mastered the Fire forms of 'Red Magick'. This allows her to summon flames of exceptional magnitude, with a simple word going in accordance to the strength level. Combined with her 'White Magick', this fire is not for the faint of heart.

Scortch: Rather basic Fire here. She can cause minor wounds and burns. Least likely to kill.

Burn: A stronger version of the previous, used as a spread out attack that can be relatively harmful to those who are hit by it, causing moderate burns and wounds. Can kill if hit by it multiple times.

Blaze: Zefile uses her staff to begin lashing out at her opponents. With each lash, a wave of white hots flames are sent out at the opponent. If it, can cause extremely severe burns and even death if used correctly.

Incinerate: One of the few techniques that Zefile wishes she would never have to use. She traces a circle around herself (the closer to her body, the more powerful the attack will be), and dares those who are fighting to come closer. Once they do, she slams her staff into the ground, causing holy flames to incinerate the opponent, and even herself if she is too close. If caught in this, you are almost certain to die if you are very near Zefile.

LIKES
Peace and quiet are things that keep Zefile a calm woman. She has always been used to the calm of the forest, and feels most in her element there. She is also fond of organic products, or things that are grown naturally. She is also a Vegitarian, who does not like meat, but is not a full blown Vegan. She has a somewhat weird craving for Yellow Apples, though...

DISLIKES.
Loud noises or areas are something that Zefile absolutely hates. Her ears are extremely sensative to the slightest of noises, for which she sometimes hates. She also dislikes meat, refusing to even go near a slaughtering. She finds it inhumane, and absolutely cruel. Sadisim and Lots of Blood will also provoke violence out of her if used against her.

HOBBIES
Healing is Zefile's main hobby, though she enjoys to just prance from tree to tree in a forest as well. She is also a considerably good cook, and can whip up something edible in a lot of situations.

FEARS
Acousticophobia

There are a good bit of noises that Zefile fears considerably. The voices of the forest in a cross tone can make her blood run cold, and she is absolutely afraid of any out of place noise...esepcially when she cannot sense who made it.

Ankylophobia

She greatly fears something that she cannot heal with her white magick, and muscle damage is one of those things that cannot be healed by her standard magick...only her other healing powers could save her from that, but they don't work on herself.

Cleithrophobia

Enclosed spaces and Zefile go together like a Dog vs a Cat in dog fighting; not gonna happen. Nuff said.

Dishabiliophobia

Zefile is very self-consious of her body...and the fact that she does not want to risk being taken advantage of. EVER.

Contreltophobia

It's 'Fear of Sexual Abuse', though for Zefile, it's just a blunt and plain fear of Sex. No more needs to be said...I hope.



. . . 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.
Soulfire - 12 Stones ll I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin ll Code of Honor - Deadlock

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Queen Sakon ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF Stoic AND Fatalism AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A Woman on a Mission.





❝ "I'm alive...but I feel like I've died inside." ❞

[TheShould]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I'm not stable and I'm surely not average, but I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Fai D. Flowright ) ) ● ( ( Physical age: 24 ) ) ● ( ( Magician but vampire/human ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( I seem to have forgotten! ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Fai's life has been far from boring. He's traveled across dimensions, made a pact with a wild man and let his brother die unwillingly. Of course it didn't happen in this order but you get the picture. As a side note: Fai was born with the name Yui. When his brother Fai was killed he took his name. Throughout this history however, he is referred to as Fai.

Fai was born with a twin named Yui. In Valeria Country, the birth of the second prince's son was highly anticipated. Twins, however, were considered a bad omen. Shortly after their birth, the second prince died, and their mother committed suicide out of guilt, blaming herself for giving birth to them. With other misfortunes, the country's crops did not grow, and the water became tainted. In addition, the twins, when combined, bore powerful magic that rivaled that of the current king; when they grew up, they would have possessed power surpassing that of the kings.

Loathing the twins, but fearing that even greater misfortune would arise from killing them, the king decided that the only way to stop the "curse" of the twins was for them to be unhappy. He gave them an ultimatum: have one kill the other or have them both locked up separately in a place where magic is ineffective and time does not flow. Since both refused to kill the other, they were thrown into a tower residing in a deep valley where the bodies of sinners were thrown. Fai was imprisoned atop the tower, and Yuui was confined at the base of the tower. Both were condemned to stay there "until the world's destruction."

Despite the twins' unhappiness, the number of dead "sinners" dumped into the base of the tower began to grow. While Fai looked on from above, Yuui tried endlessly to climb up the prison so both Fai and himself could escape, even using dead bodies as a ladder, but the wall was too high for him to scale. As time passed by, the king of Valeria himself became insane; he executed every person in the country until only he, Yuui, and Fai were left before jumping into the valley himself and committing suicide in front of a horrified Yuui. He then reminded Yuui that their birth was the reason for the country's misfortune, and that Fai and Yuui would now "pay for that sin" by being the only people alive in Valeria.

Eventually, Fei Wong Reed appeared from another world, and offered them a chance to escape. But there was a catch. And that was, that only one of them would be able to escape and they had to choose which one. Fai chose to save Yuui, which resulted in Fai being thrown from the tower to his death. Fei Wong then tampered with Yuui's memory to make him think that Yuui had chosen to save himself at the cost of his brother's life, allowing Fei Wong to use Yuui's guilt in order to turn him into his servant. In order to bring his twin back to life, Yuui allowed Fei Wong to bestow two curses upon him; one curse was erased from his memory because Fei Wong felt that Yuui "had no need" to remember it. Fei Wong then told Yuui that someone would come to take him from the valley, and that to fulfill his wish of bringing Fai back to life, he would have to go one a journey with "a princess" (Sakura) and "a clone" (Syaoran) from another dimension, protecting the princess until she returns to her home country, and to kill any obstacles along the way, including "the witch's pawn" (Kurogane). Fei Wong also told Yuui that he would find a magical feather (Sakura's feather) in the country that he would soon be taken to, and that he should put that feather into Fai's body to prevent it from rotting. He also told him that he should begin his journey when he finds a second feather, which he should give to Sakura upon meeting to prevent her from dying early. Fei then leaves, reminding Yuui that he is his "pawn" until his wish and both of his curses are fulfilled.

Later, true to Fei's prediction, King Ashura came to Valeria from another world in order to retrieve Yuui and took him to his own country, Celes. When Ashura asked what Yuui's name was, Yuui said it was "Fai" in an attempt to erase himself, and therefore his "sins". Ashura later gave Fai the last name "Flourite", the name of a precious talisman mineral, and he eventually earned the title 'D', given to the highest magician in Celes. And thus, Yuui became the protagonist "Fai D. Flourite". He found his two feathers while helping villagers during an avalanche, and decided to use one to create a person in his mother's image who would watch over his brother's body even if he was not there, leading to the creation of Chii. Soon after meeting Ashura, he vowed that he would do whatever it took to bring his brother back to life, no matter whose life he had to steal in the process.

As time went by, Ashura became a father figure to Fai, tutoring him in magic and comforting him whenever he felt unable to overcome his dark past. When Fai discovered that he was unable to learn healing magic, and could only learn "magic that kills people", Ashura told him that his smile was magic in itself, because it too held the ability to heal others. Fai would later relay the same words to Sakura when she felt unable to be of use to Syaoran. In exchange for everything that he had done for him, Ashura asked Fai to promise that he would eliminate anyone who threatened Celes.

Knowing about Fai's first curse, and not being able to break it, Ashura traced a magical seal on his body in the form of a phoenix tattoo, which suppressed his powers from growing any further. When Fai protested, knowing that the curse would be more difficult to fulfill if his powers continued growing, Ashura told him that Fai's first curse would break after it was fulfilled once, and he wanted to be the one that Fai would kill. Ashura then erased what he'd told him from Fai's memory.

Several years after Fai made his promise to Ashura, a mysterious and deadly monster began to attack and kill Celes's innocent civilians. Fai swore to defeat the beast, but found out that Ashura was the monster after he killed every single person in his castle and all the civilians had fled to other countries. Remembering how the King of Valeria had gone mad and executed everyone in the country, Fai at first blamed himself for what happened to Ashura, thinking that "the curse of the twins" was what had caused Ashura to kill. Then, Ashura told him that the more people he kills, the stronger his magic becomes, and he always knew that he'd someday become a murderer, even though he wasn't sure why. Fai realized that Ashura had brought him under his care for the sole purpose of killing him when he reached this state. Unable to bring himself to kill the first person who'd ever shown him kindness, Fai cast a spell on Ashura which put him into a deep sleep, but since no magic spell was permanent, the king would eventually awaken. In a desperate attempt to avoid having to face Ashura when he woke, Fai then used his magic to teleport himself to the Dimensional Witch, where he began his journey through different worlds with Syaoran, Sakura, Kurogane, and Mokona.

Once on his journey, a number of things begin. For one, he is slowly exposed to the history of his gang but holds in his secret. His fear of them knowing the truth was too high and he wasn't willing to share until things for him begin to change. This starts when Syaoran loses his heart. He ends up ripping out Fai's eye and taking his magic. In a desperate attempt by his friends they save him at a heavy cost. Being at the time they were in a world with two vampires, they had and easy way to save him. With the boost from a vampire blood pored onto Kurogane's wrist, Fai was forced to become something he wished not for. He drank the blood and ultimately became a vampire that feeds only on Kurogane's blood. With this his life was saved and he was able to keep on living.

As time progresses, Fai one way or another gains his magic back and is all set and ready. However, this is were he's brought into the Game. He hadn't even gotten to finish his adventures with the group but he was okay with it. He was planning on this happening some day and was ready for it. He knew leaving them was something that was going to be hard but he knew they couldn't always be together. After all, he needed someone that could really bring his brother back.

I FIGHT FOR only my brother.



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




★ thεrε ωas a magician


APPEARANCE
You can definitely find me in a variety of things but that usually changes world to world. One day I may be wearing clothing from the land of Oto (I owned a Cafe there) or maybe it's something more of a Clow robe or something like that. Rarely will you ever see me wearing the same thing being as we usually sold everything to buy clothes that fit more into the new world we came into. The only things to really stay the same were my coat, black pants, and white buttoned shirt. For a while I also wore an eyepatch though that time has passed and I no longer need it.

For this world I happened to be caught in the causal wear of my own world. I have had my staff for a while now and it even got to come here with me. I guess that's a plus. Other then that I have nothing but my silky blond hair, my deep blue eyes and pale white skin. Oh! And I have a messenger bag full of magic books and papers. I was prepared after all. The bag barely left my shoulder after all.

PERSONALITY
If anything, I am enigmatic. My life has really carved me into a person that I can actually be proud of... in a sense at least. So many things have happened I don't really know how I use to be. Now I'm obnoxious, slightly insane, tiring, and everything else of that sort. However I do have a completely different side.

You probably didn't see this coming but I really can be quiet. I can be very reserved and I hate to be a decision maker. When I'm not surrounded by others, I have a tendency of being gloomy as my mind often wonders to the things I have done. All in all though, I can be a great friend and very rambunctious. However, I don't care if I am to die.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Powers? You ask for powers? I have plenty of those and though I'd rather not tell you them I guess I will have to. Here they are:

Magic: I was originally a wizard after all. I mostly learned everything I know from books. Some of it is memorized as well (some easy healing and attack spells). The more complicated ones are read from one of the many books I carry around. Of course I hit a wide range of spells and can almost do anything. The only things that are out of my reach are crossing time anymore and bringing someone back from the dead. There are others however, they aren't as big as those. Also (as a side note) my power comes from my two blue eyes. Without them I'm useless in magic.

Vampire Blood: Back in my travels with the gang, I had an experience with a vampire. Unfortunately at the time I was dying from my eye being ripped out. I was willing to let myself die but the others thought differently. With Kurogane I was forced to make a blood bond with the help from the vampire. So know, I'm basically a vampire and feed off his blood. It does give me a boost though. My life is lengthened even more then it was with just the magic. I can also bare claws and fangs for battle.

LIKES
Let's see. I like a lot of things so this might be a little challenging... Let's started with the easy stuff I suppose: Sakura, Syaoran, Kurogane and of course Mokona. These guys really helped me through basically life! They never looked down upon me and were more or less a family to me. Speaking of family... I'm mom, Kurogane is dad and the others our are lovely children. I love, love, love giving people places like that. You know what else is fun? Nicknames. Ah yes; Kuro-poo, Kuro-tan, Syo, Big Puppy, Little cat, etc, etc, etc! I could go on all day with those; that leads me into the next thing I like. Talking! I can go a mile a minute and I only stop when I know I should. Beyond that I really don't have anything that's of great importance. I do however like alcohol, my brother and of course magic. Though I guess those things do rank high. Forget what I said. I like just about anything with almost equal value.

DISLIKES.
You see... I could talk all day about the things I hate and most of it I don't think you'll understand. Oh well though. I guess I still have to tell. Above all else (even above Fei Wang Reed) I hate myself. Go ahead and say what you want, it's how it is. I've betrayed my brother, I've continued to hold my life and I've never brought much good to anyone. Something else I hate about myself is that I've become a vampire. I hate drinking blood and putting such a heavy burden on Kurogane.

HOBBIES
I honestly have no straight forward hobby. The only two things I can think of that is even remotely close are learning new magic and giving nicknames. I do it on a regular basis and it's something I really enjoy. Over all though I think it more of a job then a hobby. Nicknames however are my pride and joy and are not really a job. I give then to everyone and anything. I guess it is kind of like a hobby after all...

FEARS
I fear myself. I fear the thought of myself failing on my brother. I want him to return and not have died for such a petty reason. He deserves this life more then myself and I'm willing to put myself out there and die for his sake. Anything else seems too small to even consider over those two.



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




★ aηd he did not livε happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Myself I hate myself more then anyone alive. It was my fault that my brother had to die and it was my fault that Kurogane had to form the blood pact with me. I have seemingly caused more suffering and pain for everyone with my presence. I will never forgive myself and are always willing to die. My life means nothing.

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Best Friends ll A Little Extra!
MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS TheShould ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF excitement AND enigmatic AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A Valerian.





❝ "Come now you can't possibly mean that. Just think of how sad and drier your life would be without me. Who would give you all those clever names?"❞

[Grindcore Lullaby]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I’m the stuff of nightmares, so try and catch me, and maybe I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Avril Cicilia Piero ) ) ● ( ( You never ask a lady her age. ) ) ● ( ( Something from folklore. A vampire. ) ) ● ( ( Femme ) ) ● ( ( November 16 // December 28 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. To outline my entire being would be a waste of both time, and air. Despite the fact that neither are a worry of mine, but are most likely a worry of yours. So I could probably more easily give you an outline of my life, stopping at brief points to go in more depth.

I was born on November 16, 1332 in Florence, Italy. I can tell you what my mother always told me when ever we speak spoke of my life. This was from my young wedding. ”Young Avril, you were born in the winter. The trees outside wore frigid dresses, and the streets were slick with ice and snow. Inside the hearth blazed with fiery life, as you came into being. You were young, your skin was fair, and your hair looked as if it had been kissed by the sun. Gold and straight, just like your fathers. Though you gained my light eyes, and rather fair complexion. You saw the world and all that was good in it. Your eyes always shone with a kind of curiosity that was rare of a person of our time, and our status. Avril, you had a personality that shone through the darkest hours, and a love that seemed to never break. I cannot express how astounding you were as a child, and what a lovely young woman you have become. The Classical age here in Florence has helped you blossom into a beautiful Lily, and you will thrive with your new husband.”

That’s right, I was married at sixteen. That was quite usual at the time, I will admit. But then again, back then, our life spans were not as long as they are now. The young man who I was to wed’s name was Raphael; Quite a common name, at the time. As was Aldo, Cosmo, and Michelangelo. But, that is all irrelevant. And I wont waste a moment of time outlining our wedding, because that would prove to be fruitless.

I will however, briefly tell you of how I came to be… What I am now. I was freshly sixteen when we married, a lovely day in December. The wedding was nothing like what they are now. It was not a large event, nor was it overly gaudy. Raphael and I were married in a church in Florence, by the local preacher. In front of a crowd that made up of his family, my family, and of course friends. Simplistic and wonderful I thought; Though Raphael had plans of his own, which is how I ended up this way. I won’t go into those details, because they are personal. Just that, accept it!

I found myself abandoned in the streets of Florence on the night of December 19th, very confused, and very very disoriented. It was no fun, my first few nights alone. I don’t really know what happened to Raphael after that night, though from what the news told, he had simply disappeared along with his blushing bride – me. – I had done no disappearing though; I was still in Florence, just trying to figure out what had happened to me. I knew I had an insatiable hunger, and food did nothing to it. By the third night, I had figured it out… To an extent. I knew the hunger was blood, and that I was a vampire. I hadn’t known much of the folklore, but I knew enough to get me by at the time. The fear of stakes, and the burn of holy water were some. Crosses held no effect, and neither did garlic, though I did loose my taste for it sadly.

But, let’s move forward a little bit.

My first few years were hard. I found myself killing instead of merely sipping, and the hunger seemed to never go away. Though time has been kind to me and my body; The hunger is now a dull ache most of the time, and easy to ignore. I no longer kill, I just simply take a drink and move on. And that mere drink could last me a week, at least. You see, with time life grows easier.

I moved all around Europe, exploring all that was offered to me, and some that was not. Looking for people like me, people with my disease. That’s what the church calls it, a disease. At least, that’s what the church called it back then. I did a lot of moving especially when the Plague made its way through town, because it looked quite odd when every one around me caught it, but I survived. People get suspicious quickly, and that was something I just could not have. Humans are curious beings, and it’s not always the best thing to be around curious beings. I don’t consider myself human anymore… I really haven’t since Raphael decided to ravage me. Because that obviously didn’t go in my favor, and he decided not to stick around. My best bet; Had he stuck around, he probably wouldn’t have lasted long. I hated myself those first few years and I bet he would have hated me too. I was anything but humane to anyone I came across. The hunger was something like a lust, a lust that I was succumbing to.
But, I shall skip over that. It seems silly to outline my past to someone who will probably never remember me. That is, if you are lucky enough to see the end of it. I may however, speak of how Dross came upon me. It was in Bordeaux, France. A lovely little coastal town, where I spent quite a bit of time. Not all at once, sadly. Though I did get to see the town prosper, and it’s people progress. The last time I had come however, I found myself doing something very silly.

I had a small fling with a fisher’s son; His father approved of me, and that was all that mattered. I may have found myself infatuated with him, but never truly in love. Love is a scarce emotion, and it’s been avoiding me all my life. But, let me go on; I must be wasting all your time! We were on his father’s boat, the Belladonna, a lovely little thing. I loved to peek over the edge at the fish as they danced and shimmied through the water. I found myself leaning a bit too far over, suddenly pitching forward with a wave, and then crash! Into the water I went. And it was kind of immediate, my drowning situation. I had never been taught to swim, nor had I ever found the time to learn. After all, when I was young, it wasn’t proper for a young lady to learn how to swim. We were supposed to educate ourselves in the arts, how to take care of the home and your husband, and how to be an all-over woman. Swimming was a frivolous activity that only the rich could afford, usually. So my drowning event could have happened to anyone – anyone of my social status, that is. Because when I was a young girl, I was not rich. My father was a merchant, and my mother was simply the good housewife.

My drowning was just that; An end to my all too long life. I guess I should have expected to go out in a silly way, because I was a silly creature. A night walker, a demon. A visage of everything wrong in man. Though unlike folklore, I could walk while the sun was in the sky. I just had to cover majority of my exposed skin. Either with clothing of some form, or the lovely parasol I had acquired from my second trip to Venice.

But, don’t let me stray off topic! Though when you live for an eternity, those things – those memories – tend to get the best of you. I am a perfect example of that, honestly.
Well.. I was drowning. You know; Flailing about, coughing and choking, all that nonsense. And of course, Andy couldn’t do a thing to save me. I had snagged my shoe on something more towards the bottom, something sinking too fast for him to reach. I guess that’s when I really met Drosselmeyer; When I was drowning. He was no more and no less than a voice in my head, a sweet whisper to my dying mind. Kind of like… A loves whisper. You know, right? Because I’m not going off on a tangent trying to explain to you what that moment was like. I was drowning for God’s sake! D-r-o-w-n-i-n-g!

Okay. Well, Dross offered me that lovely preposition that he offers to all of those who come into his Game. A chance at a new life, and a wish to be granted, no matter how insane. I could say my wish is totally cliché, like love, or death, or something like that. But the truth is? I really haven’t decided yet. I guess I will have to once and if I win.

Because I plan to. Oh, hot damn, do I plan to.




REASON. I don’t really have one… Yet.
I FIGHT FOR A reason unknown thus far.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Vampire


APPEARANCE
x o x o x

Well, this should be easy, right? I mean after all, I am my own person! Okay, let’s get down to business! Hair first. And we shall work our way down my physique.
I have wheat golden colored hair, with gold highlights that chose to reveal themselves when I could still walk in the sun. They’ve turned to a kind of dull whitish color now, due to my lack of exposure. I guess…
Face! I have one of those! I have thin curved eyebrows, colored to match my wheat gold hair. Just below are my lovely blues, something I inherited from my father. Go down just a little farther, and you’ll reach my delicate swoop of a nose. Decorated with a perfect spray of freckles that I’m told “dance” when I smile or laugh. I guess some people are just that delusional! On to my mouth. It’s a small slip of pink, with just enough lip to suit my thin face, I’d say. Moving down… I have a long neck, carefully etched with a few freckles here and there on my light skin. That would lead to my lovely collar bone and shoulders, which I rather like. Past that, chest wise, sit my breasts. Lovely little things. They stayed at a nice and manageable c-cup, which I would consider a blessing and a nice handful. Also touched with freckles here and there, like the rest of my skin. Trailing down would lead to my lean belly, complete with belly button and all, can you believe it?! Going just past that would lead to my carefully filled hipbones, which stand out underneath my skin if I stand or walk at the right angle. On back of those is my small dip of a butt, which like my breasts, is just enough for me. An adequate handful. My legs are long and lean, tinted with a very light caramel as is the rest of my skin. I dislike my feet, so I wont talk about them. But really, who likes their feet? I paint my toe and fingernails occasionally as all young women do, but that’s rare. I usually just don’t have the time!


PERSONALITY
I have a very diverse personality, to say the least. I’m hardly a constantly bubbly girl, though I admit, I do have my moments! I’m usually pretty laid back, just rolling with life’s punches. I usually don’t like to get too close to people because it usually turns out that their human, and I’m not. Sad, isn’t it? But, I wont let that get me down! I’m usually pretty quiet and a bit of a book worm, but like a book, don’t judge me by my cover! Take a peek inside, won’t you?

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Powers, yes. I have a few of those, I guess. As with every standard vampire, I come with hypnosis, or mind control though it varies with my emotions and my powers. Just… Don’t look me in the eye. I have the obvious eternal life unless you decide to stab me, but that would be a no-no! Oh, don’t get me started on that. I’m a pretty good runner, so I guess that acquits to my excellent speed. My sight is also heightened, but I guess that’s pretty normal for a vampire. The rest however, is for you to figure out!

LIKES
My list of likes is probably long enough to circle the world, so I’ll shorten it for you. I absolutely love the rain, because when it rains outside and the clouds are out, I can walk freely during the day. I also adore Lilies, because that was my mother’s pet name for me. Oh, before my change I liked the sunlight, and the feel of it’s rays tickling tenderly against my skin. Onward, though, to my preference for music, though the type doesn’t really matter. With that, comes reading and writing, because when you have this much time, who wants to waste it all? And, with that follows quiet or silence. Makes for a better reading environment
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DISLIKES.
Well, because I am a vampire, I come with the usual dislike of sunshine, but that seems to be rather stereotypical. Oh, along with stakes, because who wants a long sharp bit of wood shoved into their chest, really? It seems quite common these days, how people inaccurately account the lives of vampires, portraying us all as bloodthirsty demons. I mean honestly, do I look like a demon? I think not! I don’t like deep water at all; Just a kind of phobia. Well, onward. I love to read, so of course I hate illiterate writers, and writers who try too hard to be something their not. It’s just.. so fake. Right, I hate feeling fake too. And, to overtly express my first point and make it final, I extremely dislike sunshine. Who wants to burn to death.. Anyone?




HOBBIES
Because my life seems so limited, a lot of my hobbies involve things I can do in doors. Such as reading and writing, which can lead my takes and adventures anywhere. My writing and reading can take me to my past, and reflect on all things, good and bad. I also like playing games mind games, surreal games, physical games… Just things like that. But, I don’t always get to play games. So occasionally I do take in a bit of painting, it was considered a skill to be able to paint when I was growing up, so of course I got a bit involved! Lastly, I like taking walks. I know, how odd for a vampire. But, I’m not quite the stereotypical mold of a vampire either! I hope, at least.


FEARS
My list of fears could go on forever, so I’ll pinpoint just two; I’d rather not waste your precious time telling you all about what makes my skin crawl. Point one? Sunshine. Oh, there it is again, that lovely stereotype. But yeah, we just don’t get along anymore. Okay.. So you know how the vampire thing is kind of referred to as a virus? Well, I guess it is. I think the thing I fear the most, is loosing myself to this.. “virus.”



. . . 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.
It's gonna be Wizards of Winter by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, when I get time for links!/size]

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Grindcore Lullaby ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF FALSE HOPE AND STRONG WILL AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF AN OLD NIGHTSTALKER.





❝ FML, AVRIL DOESN'T GET THIS. ❞

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Show me a world from my own mind, and I caη bε your paωη for sureee~! ❞

★ ( ( Madison Camelo Laguz ) ) ● ( ( I'm Fourty Five (I'm so oldddd) in Ivalice years...but in Earth years, I'm Twenty Nineeee~ ) ) ● ( ( I'm a Viera Archeress! ) ) ● ( ( A Whirly Girlly~ ) ) ● ( ( The First of BlackFrost! (Translating as January First on the Roman Calander) ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Well, I guess I could say I had a normal life as a girl. I wasn't exactly...popular, but I was always taken care of. I was never alone, as long as I had my mind. It just took a long time to get used to having my mind being my only friend. I seemed to rely on it more than anything else, and...it kinda hindered me.

though, that was until I discovered my ability! I was able to absorb the souls of others, and I was never lonely again~ My mother was worried that I would be labeled a killer...and tried to get me to stop. I didn't take it that well, and well...we never spoke again. She always had problems with us...because we wanted to see if there was more than what 'fate' had to offer for us.

...And that's really it. I don't remember much about my life...

REASON. People can never see my world...I want them to be able to see my world for all that it is, yup!

I FIGHT FOR Hmm...that's a toughieee. I guess I fight for me until I find someone to fight for, hee hee!



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




★ thεrε ωas a Cloudcuckoolander.


APPEARANCE
Camelo stands at around Six feet and five inches tall (including her ears), dwafting most in height. Her fur is an almost milky brown, and she has an almost delicate childlike face. She has blue-gray eyes, and seems to always be wearing a childish smile on her face when she is happy.

Her typical outfit is a standard for that of Viera Archers; a nice golden yellow tank top with a brown holder for her many arrows. A nice golden yellow skirt to help not get in the way when she is trying to run around. And even two legwarmer type things wrapped around her legs. She typically goes barefoot.

Kotone appeared to wear what is simply Gothic Lolita. She stands at around Five feet, three inches tall, with long black hair and brown eyes. She wears a black dress with ruffles (and slight details of white here and there), and two black armwarmers with ribbons. She also wears long white socks with black mary janeeees.

Asuka is a somewhat unusual looking individual, mostly because of the color of her hair and the way it's styled. She has long gray hair done up in an ornate fashion, and red eyes. She wears a chinese styled dress that's blue with red seems, and white sneakers. She is about Five Foot Four.

Evangeline is an almost elf-like creature, with long green hair and almost black eyes. She is Five foot nine, making her the tallest of the oversouls. She is typically seen wearing white garb compareable with that of a goddess. She wears a large blue stone near her heart (keeping her clothes up), and an ornate headband of flowers on her head.

Shaelyn is only Four foot Eleven, making her the shortest of the Oversouls. She has semi-long purple hair and violet eyes, and is usually seen wearing a school-girl sort of outfit. She also wears white sneakers, and a small symbol on her hand, the symbol of death...

PERSONALITY
< Yangire >

Let's face it; Camelo may look like a sweet little moe-blob type girl, but she is one crazy little b***h. She willingly and innocently kills people without remorse so she can 'play' with them. Usually meaning that she kills them, and dresses them up so she can have one of her Tea Parties! Well...not only that, but you'll read about that in her 'powers' section. And a bit in her Bio too.

< Obfuscating Insanity (Somewhat) >

She is a lady of the Insane, as cute and schoolgirl-ish as she may seem. You wouldn't think that by looking at her that she was a freaking whackjob. And not even that does the insanity in her mind justice.

< Stepford Smiler >

Goes hand and hand with her Yangireness. She always is smiling, never removing such a beautiful look from her face. She's Type C though, so...yeah. ********' RUN b***h RUN.

< The Ingenue (Naive Version) >

She is the single most naive person in the entire world. She gets confused by such simple things, that it's almost frustraiting to be around her because she doesn't get some of the more 'mature' things that someone will tell her. Yu have to have the mind of a child to understand her, and even then she's still confusing.

< Atteniton Deficit--Ooh Shiny! >

She seems like she has ADD, due to the fact that her attention span is that of a melted pudding pop, or a mangy rat. Shiny things will distract her fairly well though, and she is actually the most focused while setting up one of her 'Tea Parties' with the dead, rotting bodies of her 'guest'. Or when she is lost in her own mind...

< Cloudcuckoolander >

Her mind is a very unusual place. The sky is green, the clouds are a nice beautiful crimson, and everything is just...backwards. The Souls bound to her body and mind will tell you; while this place may seem peaceful, her own thoughts influence what happens here. That, and the main spirits that communicate with Camelo, Kotone, Asuka, Evangeline, and Shaelyn. You do not want to be forced into her mind when she is thinking really bad thoughts, or when she is mad. Or when Kotone is in the plains controling the action.

< Nightmare Fuel Station Attendant//Nightmare Fuel Coloring Book//Nightmare Fetishist >

Through a good bit of Kotone's influence, Camelo's mind has certainly taken a turn for the worst. The things in her mind that go one are mostly happy and full of just plain craziness...but, when bad thoughts start going in the head of Camelo, things get very unsettling. And think about it; she's able to torture over a hundred souls daily, simply with her own thoughts. Now that's ********' scary.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Camelo

Archery

Camelo is an Archer for a reason. She actually isn't a bad shot at all, and usually equips her Arrows with small piece of paper. This paper is known as a 'Bomb Card', and known to explode when vibrations reached the paper.

Kon Hitonomi (Soul Swallow)

This ability would usually be easy to use, but the game has put some barriers on her abilities. If she happens to come across a wandering soul whom she grows attracted to, she can go up to said soul, and suck them right into her being.

If the person is still alive however, the requirements for this are much more strict in 'the game'. She has to first totally immoblize most of the joints on said person, while keeping them alive. Then, she literally has to force her mouth into the person's mouth, and suck them of their soul (while killing them. Trust me, it's harder than it seems.).

Kon Citación (Soul Summon)

This is merely a last resort ability that Camelo can use, and she tries to use it sparingly. If she finds that she is in a fight that she herself cannot win, she can sacrifce one or more beads to bring in one (or more) of the Oversouls in to battle for her. Said oversoul(s) gain the bead(s) that Camelo sacrificed, though they cannot gain anymore beads after that one. So, if they do gain a bead, that bead is lost forever.

Camelo, while the oversoul(s) are fighting for her, is left in a Comatose state near Drosselmeyer. She will only reawaken on Drosselmeyer's command, or if all of the souls she has summoned dies. (Though, they don't die forever unless Camelo's last bead shatters.)

Kotone

Dark Whip

Exactly what it says on the Tin. A whip of pure dark energy that she can use to leave some nasty marks.

'Dark Nine Tails'

Her whip splits into Nine ends, allowing for much better effectiveness. Not to mention, these seem to let out waves of darkness when it makes contact.

Asuka

Ice Breath

Also, exactly what it says on the tin. She can use her breath to freeze around three feet around herself. She also has a habit of screaming ice cubes...

Freezing Banshee

A freezing screech. Freezes just about everything in front of her, but she is extremely vunerable to attacks while using this.

Evangeline

Strength

She is extremely strong, despite her looks. This allows her to lift boulders with releative ease, though her strength is not exactly 'super human'.

'Fault Zone'

A special attack of hers, which is considerably strong. By putting just about every bit of energy into her fist, she punches the ground, causing a very powerful earthquake in a small area.

Shaelyn

Gale Force Wind

When she starts flapping her arms retardedly, it isn't her just being a retard...she's chaging wind energy into her hands. Be warned; even though this doesn't look very powerful, when she claps her hands together it can cause a rather nasty wind gust from 45-55 miles per hour.

'Perfect Storm'

This is her powers, turned up to eleven. This allows her to start spinning around at a fast rate, charging wind energy into her hands. This usually takes anywhere from ten minutes to an hour to get to full power, but once she claps her hands up at the sky...well, I can only wish you the best of luck.

LIKES
Her own world is definitly her first love, along with the spirits she traps keeps the souls who she thinks belong in her mind. She is fond of the obscure, and the absolutely insane. She enjoys the main spirits, getting along with Shaelyn a lot because of their personalities. She is also an absolute nut for Tea Parties.

Kotone likes killing, ripping the souls out of people, and all around causing pain.

Asuka really likes to socialize with the other souls in Camelo's mind, and giving advise to people who need it. She has a desperate need to be a therapist to everyone, and feels great when she can help people.

Evangeline is fond of order, law, tranquility, and peace.

Shaelyn love to play with dolls, and being able to talk with Camelo. She likes jokes, and people who are met outside of Camelo's mind. Well, most of them.

DISLIKES.
Madison Camelo absolutely hates being called by her first name, and gets very sour when someone does call her that. She is not very fond of being in the light, as it makes it very hard to go into her imagination. She has a deep hate for people who call her a freak, or a 'retard'. OH GOD, do NOT call her a retard. You'll be dead within seconds. Being told she has to let the souls go will also get a rather sour responce out of her.

Kotone hates the other oversouls, and is constantly at odds end with them. She also hates anything that has to use the mind, as she perfers to fight with her fist rather than her wits. Insulting her or outwitting her will also set her off rather fast too.

Asuka doesn't like the game of Chess, considering how she lost that game and it made her a lost soul...until Camelo found her. She hates people who try to hurt Camelo, and will gladly give them a nice scolding if they get to close. Oh yeah, and she hates men too. Not because she was raped or anything (she wasn't), but she just hates the confidence that they have because their men.

It is well known that annoying Evangeline is one of the things that will piss her off imidiantly, as she has a very low tolerance for annoyance. She hates Kotone, and finds the other souls of Camelo's head to be rather annoying. Oversouls included.

Shaelyn is jealous of older women. Pretty women mostly, because she just doesn't like how she never got the chance to become beautiful. She also hates that she will never grow up, and the very fact that she is a young Pettanko.

HOBBIES
Camelo is always, always thinking to herself. Lost in her own world...

Kotone's hobbies range from torturing the innocent souls of Camelo's mind, to setting things on fire if Camelo lets her.

Asuka likes to write mysteries. And read them too. Sherlock Holmes is her favorite fictional character.

Evangeline likes to meditate, paint, and in general keeping to herself.

Shaelyn likes to doodle in a small notebook that Camelo keeps for her.

FEARS
Camelo has always been afraid on the other opinions people have of her little world (Allodoxaphobia), mostly because it leads them into calling her a freak...or, the dreaded R word. She is also afraid of becoming Angry at people (Angrophobia), in fear that one of her spirits will kill the person much too soon, or if she feels them unworthy to join her in her mind. She is also deeply afraid of being ridiculed. (Catagelophobia)

Though Kotone may come off as fearless to most, there are a couple of fears that she has floating around. She is absolutely frightened of Cemeteries (Coimetrophobia), to the point that she will simply take over Camelo's body and run from one screaming like a little girl if she is forced into one. Oh, and she is also afraid of vomitting. (Emetophobia)

Naturally, Asuka is afraid of the game of Chess. But, she is also afraid of being left alone (Eremophobia), which is the reason why she came to live in Camelo's headspace in the first place. She is also afraid of both heaven and hell, (Hadephobia and Hagiophobia, respectively) seeing as she became a wandering spirit because she was not fit to enter either realm in her eyes.

There is but one thing Evangeline fears; time. (Chronophobia) She knows that everyone's time comes to an end eventually, and even though Camelo's lifespan is sure to last a while, she is dreadfully afraid of dying along with Camelo and the other souls.

Though it may come as a surprise, Shaelyn is actually afraid of beautiful women. (Caligynephobia) Mostly due to the fact that she feels inferior to them, even when she takes over Camelo's body.

ABOUT THE VOICES/OVERSOULS
Well, Camelo is never exactly alone in her mind-space. Dozens-- if not a hundred or more souls live in the confines of Camelo's little head, due to her Kon Hitonomi (Soul Swallow). Though many souls roam around in Camelo's head (and are subject to her mercy), there are but four souls who reign supreme in this realm. They are known as the 'Oversouls'.

Kotone

Story of How she Came into Camelo's mind

Kotone was the first to fall victim to Camelo's insanity (and how Camelo accidentially discovered her abilitiy to absorb souls into her mind), and thus is the most bitter of the souls that lie in Camelo's head. She doesn't mind the place, mostly for the fact that she can do with the souls as she pleases. While she was alive, she used her frail, almost innocent looks to put people at her mercy, and kill them almost instantly. This was her downfall, as the Hume tried to kill Camelo but was instead sucked into her mind out of self defense.

Personality

She's considered by most to be cruel, dark, and very intimidating despite the way she looks. In Camelo's head, Kotone is one of the people you easily learn to fear sense she has a good bit of influence over Camelo.

What to look for in Camelo when she takes over

- Her Demenor will shift from upbeat and cheerful, to hateful and somewhat frightening.
- The look in her eyes becomes something out of a horror movie.
- Her voice becomes slightly deeper than Camelo's soprano-ish voice. (Basicly, Tia Harribel's English voice, but just a bit higher.)

Asuka

Story of How she Came into Camelo's mind

When she was little, many years ago, she was challenged to a game of chess by an unknown reaper-type being. She lost, and lost her body because of this. She became a wandering soul for many centuries, looking for that reaper for a rematch. She wandered, and wandered until she unintentionally found Camelo, and became a fixture of the souls in her little world. She still holds a grudge against the Reaper for taking her body, and seeks revenge...

Personality

Asuka is a rather sane girl, who practically lives to help people. She has a big heart, and can't bear to leave someone who is hurt behind. She is also extremely trusting, but she frequently lies herself. She is also an extremely big Mama Bear.

What to look for in Camelo when she takes over

- She begins to look a little bit sane, and shifts to an almost normal demenor.
- Her voice takes on an almost 'New York' type accent.
- She laughs nervously very often. This is a staple in telling if this is Asuka taking over.

Evangeline

Story of How she Came into Camelo's mind

Once a goddess of Faeries, Evangeline suck a way to remain immortal. She hated the beings around her, but she wanted to find a place where she could live her life in the most peaceful way possible...and live forever. As she began to age, she began to absorb the magick of the Faeries around her to keep herself young...but, all of this was a trick. A special Faerie known as a Banshee ended her life, and soon took over the reign as a Faerie Goddess.

Thus, her immortal soul wandered about, before looking to see Camelo sucking the soul out of her most recent victim. She asked her why she did this, and Camelo replied happily with, "I was just letting her into my mind! She said she wanted to be happy, and I wanted to achieve that for her~ So, I bound her to my mind where she can have anything she wants."

Personality

Evangeline can be described as intolerant, easily annoyed, and somewhat violent when provoked. She is easily the most short tempered of the Oversouls, outclassing even Kotone in sharp-toungedness. She hates being around other people, mostly because she finds them obnoxius, intolerable, or downright nasty. She can't stand Humans.

What to look for in Camelo when she takes over

- Her eyes will look slightly glazed over, as if tired or bored.
- Her voice becomes slightly more stern, to the point, and her personality seems to go in reverse.
- She has a habit of covering her mouth when chuckling, scowling, or just plain ignoring someone.

Shaelyn

Story of How she Came into Camelo's mind

Shaelyn was born prematurely as a little girl, due to something that had happened with her mother a while back while she was pregent with her. Shaelyn was born with Turner's Disease, and only lived to be about six years old. In her time alive, she was always looking at the women around her...how they were so beautiful. Oh, how she couldn't wait to get older. But one day, she woke up and tried to see her mother, and she couldn't even see her. That was when she realised that she was dead.

Silently walking the earth for more than a few years, she was soon found by Camelo. She followed her around a bit, before Camelo finally noticed her and asked her who she was. Shaelyn replied, and complemented Camelo's beauty. Camelo merely chuckled, and asked her if she wanted to be beautiful to. To Shaelyn; this was like painting a Free Candy sign on a van, and she jumped at the chance and became a part of Camelo's being...

Personality

Shaelyn is somewhat typical of a little girl; shy, soft spoken, and generally just normal. Her fasination with women though, is what easily makes her stand alone as a child. Like Asuka, she is fairly practical when it comes to problems. She believes honesty is the best policy, and refuses to tell someone a down-right rude lie. That's just plain mean! Though she may seem like a normal little school-girl, there is something else that sets her appart; she's competitive as hell. Don't try getting into a compotition with her and making her lose, because she is an extremely sore loser.

What to look for in Camelo when she takes over

- Camelo's voice will become even higher than it already is.
- She will be even more jumpy than usual, and has a tendacy to squeal randomly if she finds something cute.
- She is extremely curious.

It's somewhat harder to tell Camelo appart from Shaelyn when she takes over, but the competitive nature she has will tell you instantly.



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




★ aηd she livεd εvεr 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.
Ohh! Well, there's-- Oh, you mean songs? Well, I can give you those in a jiffyyyyy~!

Camelo

Whoop Whoop, When you run come around~ // -insert Dreams in Digital by Orgy-

Kotone

LIAR! // -Insert Psychosocial by Slipknot-

Asuka

-Insert Prayer by Disturbed- // -Insert In The End by Linkin Park-

Evangeline

-Insert Awake and Alive by Skillet- // -Insert Whataya Want From Me by Adam Lambert

Shaelyn

-Insert Stand my Ground by Within Temptation- //

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS YOUR USERNAME. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF Cloudcuckoolander AND Yangire AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A ******** Bat-s**t crazy Viera.





❝ "You know when you're sitting in a chair, and you lean back so you're just on two legs, and then you lean too far and you almost fall over, but just at the last second you catch yourself? I feel like that all the time." ❞

[pacchiri cherii]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ b***h if you can handle this, then I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Adrianne "Dolly" Williams ) ) ● ( ( Twenty-one ) ) ● ( ( I'm human stupid-a** ) ) ● ( ( Duh, I'm a ******** woman ) ) ● ( ( It's October 13th dope head ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON. My wish? You wan` know? Shoot, I'm in this game fo win money yo. What else is there?

I FIGHT FOR Uh, myself duh!



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




★ thεrε ωas a woman


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 YOUR USERNAME. ● ● ●



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





❝ Shut the ******** up skinny tramp ❞

[Scissor Doll]

❝ Ha ha, Suuure, we caη bε your paωη. ❞




★ ( ( We're the Bloody Twins! I'm Dee! And I'm Dum! ) ) ● ( ( Like we'd tell you ) ) ● ( ( Ha ha, what a funny thing to ask! ) ) ● ( ( We're both guys! ) ) ● ( ( June 21 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON We want to win the game!

WE FIGHT FOR Ourselves.



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




★ thεrε ωas a pair of tωiηs.


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

PERSONALITY
They change their mind too quickly, along with their clothes, their job, their love life or even their residence. The Bloody Twins tend to get bored too quickly and need new stimulating things every now and then. They seem to be surrounded by a nervous, crackling energy and mostly talk fluently and fast. Lack of patience is one of the most distinguishing personality traits of theirs along with selfishness to a degree where they will go to the extreme to keep or get what they want. They especially get impatient with people who are either not ready to budge at all or those who are not able to make up their mind. On more occasions than one they are very friendly and find it extremely difficult to stick to anything for too long, whether it is a place or an idea. It is better not to enter into an argument with them. They can talk themselves in and out of any situation very easily. The Bloody Twins always have a way with words and will, more often than not, emerge as the winner in an argument. They are clever, sharp and intelligent, but may be extremely satirical at times. They tend to look younger than their age. They are pretty light on their feet, being here one moment and somewhere else the next. They love to throw surprises. Their duality gives them the ability of doing many things at a time. However, routines bore them and make them feel imprisoned. Drudgery and monotony can easily put them off. Punctuality is not one of their characteristics. They are late, more often than not, usually because something caught their interest on the way.

They are extremely restless and are always on the search of some new excitement and change. They have this annoying habit of suggesting some ideas to others and then changing their mind about the same idea midway. Most people cannot save themselves from yielding to their's convincing arguments. The Bloody Twins has this peculiar need of not revealing their true motives. They are also very much interested in writing, about everything but themselves. However they hate to answer personal letters and try to postpone it for as much time as they can. This stems from their reluctance to pin down their opinions, because they know that they may not stick to it always. Commitment is something they normally run away from. They also prefer to lead an idealist life, in which they try to stay as far away from lies as possible. However, they can be the perfect con artists if they want to be, without ever getting caught. Since their brain is always overworked, they need more rest and sleep than others. Highly imaginative, they are always on the look out for something more. The phrase 'Grass is greener on the other side' suits them perfectly. They are always seeking the greener pasture, the brighter star and the bluer sky. They are multi-talented, have an exceptionally good sense of humor and are tactful and diplomatic. However, they do lack patience and persistence. The Bloody Twins will never tell their deepest feelings to anyone but each other and become bored far too quickly.

However, they are both different in some way. Dum is more friendly than Dee, and isn't as quick to resort to violence and anger, normally tries to talk it out first if he can. Unlike Dum, Dee isn't afraid to hurt others feelings, and finds it stupid to care about people you just met. They never leave each other's side, even in a relationship. In a relationship, Dee is the more suave, sexy, flirtatious one. While on the other hand, Dum is the more adorable, gentle, sweet one. Dum prefers to hold hands and give hugs and cuddle, while Dee prefers to to get up close and personal.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Transformations
The two are able to preform quite a few transformations. They are able to change their giant axes to a gun almost instantly. They can transform into their older selfs and back to their younger selfs easily, which make people wonder how old they really are.

LIKES
Though some of the things they like are unnatural to a normal human, most of what they like are kinda normal. They like weapons, torture devices, anything that can cause pain to someone, they like it and want it. They also have a fondness of money, and would get upset if their pay was marked down or they didn't get paid. They also like to sleep, it's one of their favorite pastimes, and enjoy nighttime and evening. They like being around each other, and also like to follow orders when it comes to being paid. Otherwise, they won't listen. They like to people watch, and listen to others talk. They won't care even if it's completely random and unimportant, they'll be listening with a smile on their face. Blood is definitely a favorite of theirs, along with confusing people. When they make a new friend, they like to be around them a lot.

Now, there are some thing that one of them likes and the other doesn't, and vise versa.
Dee is much more fond of money than Dum. And Dum likes to sleep much more than Dee. Dee likes things with blades and spikes while Dum likes things with bullets, gunpowder, and natural things for weapons such as electrocution, burning, anything like that. Dum likes the color blue, while Dee likes the color Red. Dee likes chocolate ice cream, while Dum like vanilla. However they both dislike strawberry and both like mint.
They tend to contradict each other in just about everything.

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 thεy livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE US HATE US.

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 OUR HEADS.
Scream | Rescue Me |

OUR PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS xx_Cold_Doll_xx ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF BLISSFUL HAPPINESS AND INTENSE BLOODLUST AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF THE BLOODY TWINS.





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

[Red-Queenie]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I aiη't ηo motherfuckiη' paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Katherine "Kitten" Statton ) ) ● ( ( 24 ) ) ● ( ( Psycho ) ) ● ( ( What the ******** do I look like, dumbass ) ) ● ( ( [/******** you ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Katherine, mostly known as Kitten, grew up in a fairly normal home. She had a twin sister who was smart, pretty, charismatic and believed in justice. Then there was her father who was a serial killer with a little girl fetish. Of course her mother had long since been "taken care of".

Kitten loved her father very much and a lot of the time he would let them help him with his victims, which were all women. Her sister didn't like it and would cry every time, but Kitten absolutely ********' loved it. Kitten was very good at it too. She was very skilled with guns, but her favorite weapon was a machete.

Kitten started to grow older though and when she hit twelve, she decided that her father was far to boring for her tastes so she tipped off the police and he was captured and thrown in jail. It didn't take long for him to be sentenced to death. And of course the whole time he was alive he thought Kittens sister, Mary, told on him. It was hiliarious.

Kitten and Mary went down two very different paths after that. Mary was on the straight and narrow, getting good grades, not doing drugs, never drinking and having responsible boyfriends. Kitten on the other hand seemed to simply coast. She got decent grades, didn't get in trouble, but never excelled at anything. Her foster parents never worried about her though which is why she was able to hide it for so long, her dark, twisted side.

It didn't take long for Kitten to kill again though. In her freshman year of high school she ended up killing two boys and four girls on the rooftop of her school and hung them up with their guts falling out. The murderer was never found because Kitten had learned from a professional.

A couple years later in college though she was found out when she killed her roommate and her boyfriend. It had been brutal, but a smudge of a fingerprint showed up and she was caught. Turns out her roommate was a chief of polices' daughter and she was going to be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

Now in Kittens world the death penalty is not the full extent of the law. In her world a little T.V. show is. In this show the worst criminals are put in to a deserted city with a limited amount of supplies, but an endless amount of weapons. The people at home get to watch as you all tear each other apart. Little did the Chief of Police know Kitten was very good at surviving.

REASON. I just want to kill every body

I FIGHT FOR To KILL



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




★ thεrε ωas a Psychotic b***h


APPEARANCE
Kitten is a psycho b***h and she can definitely pull the look off. She has is usually smiling, especially when she's about to kill someone. And just because she loves to kill doesn't mean she doesn't have her sexy moments. She does have her serious moments though when she just wants to be calm.

Generally Kitten wears a pair of short jean shorts held up by a wide belt with a black tank top. While her outfit is pretty risky she has the body to pull it off. She usually pulls her hair back. She has a tattoo that she got shortly after high school and a few scars on her body. She wears a pair of fingerless, black gloves that make holding her weapons a little easier.

Kitten has a large knapsack that she carries around with her. Inside is a machete, AK-47 fully automatic 7.62 x 39mm caliber with 30 rounds, Parker-Hale M-85 with a 7.62mm caliber and 10 shot detachable, 10 Russian F1 grenades and a Sig Sauer P220 in .45. Kitten got these from the T.V. show she was in. She usually carries the machete on her though.

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 psycho 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 Red-Queenie ● ● ●



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





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

[Titty McNipples]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ You've got the wroηg bloke, squire. ❞

★ ( ( Charlie "Salad Fingers" ) ) ● ( ( uncertain ) ) ● ( ( mutant ) ) ● ( ( mystery ) ) ● ( ( uncertain ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


biographie
"'And there . . . were no survivors . . .' said . . . said Diana Deer Sheltercap." he croons in a sweet, haunting, ventriloquist voice. While speaking he occasionally pauses to repeat syllables or make odd noises such a soft growls, giggles and murmurs. He's wearing a sick, syrupy smile like a blameless child. Although he appears to be rather disfigured I find him interesting. "Care . . . for a spot of ruby tea, Diana Deer Sheltercap." he inquires, heavily enunciating each consonant, giving me a false name. A nod my head, as not to offend him and he splashes the dark, sticky water into a rusty, silver mug. He's watching me now and smiling, trailing his fingers aimlessly against the rusted texture of the kettle and humming. Impatient, it seems. He wants me to have a drink. "That's a pretty frock you have on your body." he compliments. I find this odd, because I am wearing a tee and some jeans. "But . . . it's rather dirty."

I stare blankly at him and he continues looking through me with his large, ruby eyes. I'm not too certain what he's thinking. He breaks the silence with, "'It's delicious,' replies Diana Deer Sheltercap." I look down into my cup, still filled to the rim with viscous slime, and then back at him. He must have assumed I drank it. "You are such a well-mannered young lady. I . . . would like to elect you, as my new playmate." His dreadfully thin lips, still curled into that smile, parted letting a series of soft, repetitive giggles escape. In reality he looks more or less normal but inside his head the world is a horrible empty place. This is why he speaks for me, imagining my response and furthering his descent into his imaginary world. If I dare break through and attempt to speak to him, this illusion will break down and so will he.

I think Salad Fingers is simply a person who has suffered some trauma so dreadful that he can barely function. He blots out his memory by withdrawing into a bizarre but imaginative fantasy world inspired and haunted by whatever happened to him. He appears to suffer from psychosis, and is unable or unwilling to distinguish between living beings and inanimate objects. He often assigns such objects proper names and appears to believe that they can communicate with him directly, sometimes voicing their perceived thoughts himself. He lives alone in post-apocalyptic world in a small shack (containing, among other things, an oven, bedroom, safety cupboard, radio, phone, and table) with the number 22 on the door.

This peculiar, fascinating man takes up various habits, including a regular measurement of the distance between his house and a tree, tasting of what he calls floor-sugar (I'm certain he's referring to sand and dirt), and listening to his radio. Sometimes he also displays a raspy asthmatic-like breathing when he becomes mesmerized at something or experiences extreme pleasure. He's done it a few times since I've been here, if I can recall. I'm not too certain if this man is good or evil. The presence I feel in this place is disturbing. I'm afraid, no, terrified. I've yet to see another living creature. I'm in the middle of nowhere with this man, who, although he seems innocent and genuine, is much too peculiar for my tastes.

"I left- a fish, in the back of the oven. It smells about done now." As if irritated with me he quickly snaps, "You've over stayed your welcome, Diana Deer Sheltercap. I shalln't play with you again until you've had a wash."

- - - - - - - - - - - - 'the floor sugar tastes rather queer in this area.'

bio; Salad Fingers' true biography is a mystery but he drops many hints. The Great War, his brother Kenneth, his finger puppets and the peculiar things he says are evident that he is suffering extreme trauma. He is one of few survivors after an apocalyptic devastation after a Great War. Nuclear bombs were dropped and Salad Fingers survived it all, but has obviously been affected and mutated. He's one of few able to speak. Where he comes from he's the closest to normal, but so dreadfully lonely.

- - - - - - - - - - - - 'I don't make mistakes, comrade. This one's textbook.'

possibly?; Salad Fingers is possibly an ordinary looking man, in an ordinary world, with an unordianry life. He could be very mentally ill, depressed and unmedicated, or at least refuses to take it. Being depressed and mentally ill he sees himself as a monster and also sees an otherwise thriving world as post apocolyptic. His friends and those he encounters are all figments of his imagination from a combination of mental illness and loneliness. Salad Fingers lives in an apartment in the city, apartment number 22. However he is a lonley isolated man, and therefore he sees his apartment as being just one small house in the middle of nowhere. He has no contact with any other human beings whatsoever until he interacts with a girl he originally thought was a product of his imagination but turned out to be real. Because he simply did not know how to be with real people, he broke down. He's never fully recovered. Psychologically unstable due to extreme, extreme loneliness.


- - - - - - - - - - - - 'Where have you gotten to?'

could it be?; Mr. Fingers is a canabalistic schizophrenic who hides the fact that he is a killer to himself with his alter ego Hubert Cumberdale. He has a morbid fascination of blood. He killed his wife Majory Stewart-Baxter and gouged her eyes out. He has a meat locker in his house where he stores the skinned bodies of his victims for later consumption. No one makes sense in SFs reality, but they probably do in OUR reality.

the world may never know.

raison "Oh, bubble trumps!"

je lutte pour . . . rusty . . . spoons . . . /moan.



. . . SPOONS AND NETTLES AND EVERYTHING NICE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .




★ thεrε ωas a strapping young chap.


aspect
Salad Fingers is a mutant with pale, slightly green-tinted skin, an eerie voice and a large vocabulay. His ears are horribly deformed and are very sensitive to high pitched sounds. He is slightly hunchbacked and often slouches. He takes long steps, hunched slightly, and lets his arms dangle. Occasionally he'll swing his legs backward before stepping forward and cranes his neck/turn his head with each step. He had very long, strangely shaped fingers (three and a thumb, by the way) that are very sensitive to touch. They are a darker green than the rest of his body and he believes he was mutated with actual salad particles, which is why he calls them his salad fingers. He has dark circles around his eyes which are usually a deep, crimson red. Salad Fingers' is awkwardly tall with disproportionally long legs and arms. He has a lanky, emaciated form. All his ribs and every column on his spine is visible, as is a strangely misplaced set of abs.

xx xx xx xx

- - - - - - - - - - - - 'I like it when the red water comes out.;

personnalité

schizophrenia
Schizophrenia is a mental disorder characterized by abnormalities in the perception or expression of reality. It most commonly manifests as auditory hallucinations, paranoid or bizarre delusions, or disorganized speech and thinking with significant social or occupational dysfunction.

pica
Pica is a medical disorder characterized by an appetite for substances largely non-nutritive (e.g. metal (coins, etc), clay, coal, soil, feces, chalk, paper, soap, mucus, ash, gum, etc.) or an abnormal appetite for some things that may be considered foods, such as food ingredients (e.g., flour, raw potato, raw rice, starch, ice cubes, salt). In order for these actions to be considered pica, they must persist for more than one month at an age where eating such objects is considered developmentally inappropriate.

hallucinations
A hallucination is defined as sensory perception in the absence of external stimuli. They are different from illusions, or perceptual distortions, which are the misperception of external stimuli. Hallucinations may occur in any of the five senses and take on almost any form, which may include simple sensations (such as lights, colors, tastes, and smells) to more meaningful experiences such as seeing and interacting with fully formed animals and people, hearing voices, and having complex tactile sensations.

delusions
Psychosis may involve delusional beliefs, some of which are paranoid in nature. Karl Jaspers has classified psychotic delusions into primary and secondary types. Primary delusions are defined as arising suddenly and not being comprehensible in terms of normal mental processes, whereas secondary delusions may be understood as being influenced by the person's background or current situation (e.g., ethnic or sexual orientation, religious beliefs, superstitious belief)

dissociative identity disorder
Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is a psychiatric diagnosis that describes a condition in which a person displays multiple distinct identities or personalities (known as alter egos or alters), each with its own pattern of perceiving and interacting with the environment. In the International Statistical Classification of Diseases and Related Health Problems the name for this diagnosis is multiple personality disorder. In both systems of terminology, the diagnosis requires that at least two personalities routinely take control of the individual's behavior with an associated memory loss that goes beyond normal forgetfulness

post traumatic stress disorder ( ? )
Post traumatic stress disorder is a severe anxiety disorder that can develop after exposure to any event which results in psychological trauma. This event may involve the threat of death to oneself or to someone else, or to one's own or someone else's physical, sexual, or psychological integrity, overwhelming the individual's ability to cope.

- - - - - - - - - - - - 'the feeling of rust against my salad fingers is almost orgasmic.;

Salad Fingers revels in the delightful feeling of the textures on his fingers. He enjoys rusty articles (especially spoons) and feels similar pleasure from experiencing pain. Upon finding some nettles that he's allergic to, he takes them home, rubbing them on his nipples, and forms a rash that causes him to lactate, to which his response is "It seems, nettles, have made the milk drop out from inside my teat." He greatly enjoys meeting new people, though many of his acquaintances are simply avatars (such as finger puppets including Hubert Cumberdale, Jeremy Fisher, and Marjory Stewart-Baxter) for which he provides voice. He speaks in a Northern English accent with an eerie voice and a large vocabulary. Salad Fingers suffers from psychosis, and is unable or unwilling to distinguish between living beings and inanimate objects. He often assigns such objects proper names and appears to believe that they can communicate with him directly, sometimes voicing their perceived thoughts himself.

- - - - - - - - - - - - 'I never did sample the delights of your flavour;

in a nutshell;
easygoing. laid-back. friendly. kind. sweet. optimistic. oblivious. naive. gullible. well-mannered. awkward. anxious. jittery. distant. edgy. restless. curious. inquisitive. spacy. bizarre. eccentric. charismatic. charming. erratic. quirky. depraved. whimsical. flirtatious. fantasizer. pushover. sensitive. paranoid. lonely. nervous. timid. defensive. self-assured. not easily frightened. soft-spoken. altruistic. selfless concern for others. patriotic. virtuous. rarely angry. rarely mean. rarely rude. can't differentiate dead from alive. easily impressed. easily pleased. appreciative. gullible. obedient.


puissances/qualifications/talents

Due to some chemical imbalances this timid creature will become just as sturdy a competitor once people step into his comfort zone. He lives in a world of his own, and screws the rules when the "rules" are actually hard facts. He will stubbornly insist that his reality is the true reality in the face of evidence to the contrary, much to the frustration of others and sometimes danger to companions, underlings, peers or himself. If anything actually manages to pierce his iron-bound conviction, a breakdown, villainous or otherwise, is likely to ensue.

reject your reality (barrier)
On occasion he can twist and cancel reality. If he doesn't see it, it doesn't exist, and without the truth of the eyes Salad Fingers is blind. He can't be harmed by what isn't real (obviously.) His rejection of reality serves as a physical barrier over his body and a mental barrier to keep him safe, sane and in his own world. The barrier can easily be penetrated, you just have to know how.

safety-cupboard (another barrier)
Salad Fingers thinks he's sitting in his safety cupboard, but really, he's thrown up a near impenetrable barrier that blocks out sight and sound. You can see and hear him just fine, but he can't see or hear you.

mentally ill
The more mentally ill a person is in a world of the mind, the stronger and more powerful they are. The crazies have the upperhand. Don't doubt Salad Fingers' extreme psychosis and his vivid hallucinations. This soft-spoken little mutant is blissfully unaware of the full extent of his abilities.

I've packed all my things... (conjuring)
Salad Fingers has packed his suitcase for France! Who knows what he's going to pull out of there.

feeling rather fatigued?
Salad Fingers is undeniably creepy, but something about his voice and disposition is calming. Yes, he has an effect on people... making them feel open and trusting. He can relax you. If he were to sing or play a song for you you might find yourself feeling rather fatigued and slumberous. If not, how about a spot of ruby tea or a bit of loganberry crumble? That'll knock you out for certain (not too much though, or you won't wake up.) If he's had enough of you he will render you unconscious one way or another.

I don't like your mouth-words
Dare not sleep or pass out near Salad Fingers, and don't let him knock you out or you might wake up with your lips sewed tightly together. He's so deathly afraid of voices... He may also try to gouge your eyes out if he feels you've seen to much. Salad Fingers likes to keep to himself. He's rather private... don't examine him too much.

I hear you...
His horribly deformed ears have the ability to hear sounds of a different frequency or are extremely far away. This often bothers him. 'Upsets his insides and worries his mind.' So many voices, so many frequencies... Ugh.

Let me help you, chap
He can lift another person with relative ease. He's surprisingly strong and durable. His arms are very long and very powerful and his skin every where but his fingers is very, very tough. Sure, he can be stabbed with good force and pressure (a bear trap for example) but stepping on broken glass and such won't harm him. He can reach and deflect from a good distance.

- - - - - - - - - - - - ' There'll be fog on the shore tonight, bosun;

He plays flute. He speaks French. He's good at sewing (mouths closed.) He doesn't really have any other talents.

- - - - - - - - - - - - ' You have a welcoming texture;

I shouldn't be telling you his weaknesses, but obviously, ******** with Salad Fingers' mind is an easy way to get him to drop his guard and severely effect his (in)sanity. Try ending everything you say with 'said ____ ____. (your full name.)' He'll be confused at first, but grow accustomed to it and begin trusting you as he would any of his good pals. Then suddenly stop ending your statements with 'said' and he won't know how to react.

Try your hardest convincing him that something he owns is not what he believes it is (which sometimes it isn't.) If he's holding a toy tell him to put that rock down and clean his room. Tell him to do household chores. Give him orders. Make him believe that he is your guest and not the other way around. Tell him that he's overstayed his welcome and you've a good mind to show him the door. ******** with his mind, by any means! Use everything he gives you against him! Anything at all! Say random phrases! Tell him you're on shore leave from the great war! Anything.

If Mr. Fingers is holding something potentially dangerous convince him that it belongs to you and that you'd like it back, if that's not an issue. When he goes into his suitcase for an article convince him that something beneficial to you is there. "Mr. Fingers, what have you packed a gun said Titty McNipples.' He'll pull it out and examine it. That's when one should force him to hand it over and use it against him.

Mirrors. Doors. Photographs. Video. Anything that might show him what's true.

goûts
Salad Fingers has an intense love of touching rusty spoons. He explains how touching any form of rust (including spoons, a door bell panel, or a rusty kettle) stimulates him. He loves all pleasing textures. Salad Fingers' is quite the curious fellow and loves exploring and traveling to other countries (but he doesn't make it very far.) He derives sexual satisfaction from pain and loves it 'when the red water comes out.' Finding a stray hair (or plucking one from someone) is a treat! He rubs it on his eyeballs until they become red, irritated and inflamed. /moan. He often collects his stray hairs by swallowing them or taping them to things. Nettles are a pleasure for the tips. Salad Fingers is allergic to them and will rub them on his skin and nipples until he gets a rash (and sometimes causes himself to lactate.)

Meeting new people is always a pleasure, and inviting them to a picnic makes Salad Fingers very happy. Gypsy cremes, derby scones, admiral's pie, pease pudding, loganberry crumble, confectionery, and ruby tea are favorites at Salad Finger's grand picnics (really though, it's all just sand and whatever he can scrape together.) Salad Fingers loves food and fancy little desserts but it's hard for him to eat them anymore since he's not used to the flavor, the texture and the feeling of being full. He enjoys listening to the radio before breakfast and sampling the delights of the floor sugar outside of his home. Salad Fingers has a strong fondness for cross dressing, especially in a white wedding gown he has in his home. He puts it on frequently and admires himself in the mirror, which sometimes brings himself to tears.

Salad Fingers loves simple little toys and gifts like plastic ponies. He'll talk to them and play pretend, making sounds and speaking for them as if they were real. He adores music, musical instruments and those who play (he'd much rather converse musically than to hear a dreaded voice.) Strangely enough, he loves bashful flirting and awarding flirtatious compliments such as '/whistle. There'll be trouble in the maidens' quarters tonight.' and 'Maybe you can come and tuck me in tonight, sailor.' He flirts with men more often than women (perhaps because the majority of his hallucinations are male and he's desperate? or perhaps that's part of his gender mystery.) and sleeps with his Hubert Cumberdale finger puppet. He likes to write alphabetical letters and smilies on his teeth which are rather poorly maintained. He enjoys singing, humming and preforming on stage (in his wedding dress.) He shares all that he has and likes making friend-hats before a grand picnic. Would you like one...? He's also known to spoon-feed and pour drinks for his picnic guests. Anything he can do to make them comfortable. Oh, and before I forget to mention it he loves, loves, loves [sink] taps. He would marry them all if he could!

(Shhhh... he dreams of getting married. He really wants to wear a wedding gown.)


aversions.
Salad Fingers is prone to accidental murder, harm or cannibalism. Innocently enough, he gets frightened (although he very rarely shows this emotion.) When he gets upset he waits things out in his 'safety cupboard' and hides out any tormenting events. Salad Fingers doesn't like "dirty immigrants" and doesn't want any in his house. Sorry guys, he doesn't like coloreds, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, any of that. He's not used to them and they startle him. Everyone he's ever met is grotesquely deformed and that's what he prefers. He isn't too keen of normal, non-deformed people... even his own reflection are enough to make him anxious. Mirrors are the least of his fears, but his reflection in water (moving water especially) is none too pleasant. While looking at his reflection in a toilet one day he grew concerned and he began defending himself, saying "You've got the wrong bloke, squire." and then flushed the toilet to "wash those bad thoughts away."

Salad Fingers is rarely distressed by company and is often very courteous to his guest... but if one is acting rude, he will dismiss them from his home. He dislikes rude guests and those who have overstayed their welcome. He will run you a bath and fetch you some clean clothes, fetch you some warm milk (don't ask where it comes from...), and some hot [sand] food, but he hasn't any room in his bed for overnight guests. Salad Fingers particularly dislikes messy people, going so far as to say, 'You're all gooey! I shalln't play with you again until you've had a wash.' Salad Fingers greatly detests loud, piercing high-pitched noises. Any loud noise will cause him to scurry for his "safety cupboard." He doesn't like when people encroach on his personal space and attempt to get intimate with him (which some do because he is a stud back home), it makes him rather nervous. He will become distraught, and likely state "I don't like this game."

To look directly at Salad Fingers is to inhumanely mock him; do not cage him, stay away from his world lest you find yourself the next 'fish' in the oven.

passe-temps
He enjoys exploring and traveling to distance lands like France. When exploring France he simply puts on a beret and wanders aimlessly hoping to stumble across it. He keeps busy with 'every shift he can and sings at all the functions.' (in his mind.) Every day Salad Fingers measures the distance from his door to a tree named "Mr. Branches" with a clickwheel and teases it for its slow movement. Salad Fingers enjoys listening to the radio before breakfast. He enjoys listening to a broken radio that speaks in a robotic, aggressive manner named "Roger." If he is lucky, Salad Fingers says he may chance upon a broadcast from "Croxley." Roger must be given sustenance like beans and marbles.

craintes
Salad Fingers is afraid of accusations. Whether wrong or right he doesn't like being accused of anything.

forced sexual intercourse/intercourse/desire
Fun fact; Jeremy Fisher, a finger puppet and long-time fiend, had been tailgating Salad Finger's 'daughter' with aspirations of deflowering her rose so Salad Fingers ate him. It's unclear who Salad Fingers' daughter is. Did he kill her? Is she dead? Did she never exist? It's very possible that Salad Fingers is a hermaphrodite but nobody is ever going to know that. He won't let them.

The peculiar mutant's single greatest fear is reality, which can be brought to him by hearing the voices of others. He speaks for other people, imagining their response and furthering his decent into his imaginary world. Thats why when someone breaks through, when they actually talk TO him, the illusion breaks down, as does Salad Fingers himself.

Other general fears he has are romance, being watched, noises (high-pitched), being touched, being licked, and his reflection in water.



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




★ aηd . . . livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


amour me, haine me.

Old pal Charlie (himself) "Operator . . . ? Could you please connect me up to my old pal Charlie as I would enjoy for him to attend a grand picnic this afternoon. . . . Post haste!"

Hubert Cumberdale (finger puppet) "My best mate who is permitted to share my bed as long as he stays out of the chamberpot. I shan't have any filthy immigrants in my sleeping quarters."

Majory Stewart-Baxter (finger puppet) "Huhuhuhu~ You taste like sunshine dust, Majory!"

Jeremy Fisher (finger puppet) "I never was too fond of you. . . tailgating my daughter with aspirations of deflowering her rose. /pause, deep breathing. . . . . I beg your pardon? . . . You seem to have picked up a most peculiar dialect, Jeremy Fisher."

Kenneth (corpse buried outside house) "My. . . younger brother Kenneth came back from the Great War on shore leave last season and I told him it was rather rude of him to leave without me. We dressed for a dinner and I drew him a nice hot bath before saluting him off back to the ghastly trenches. /stifles sob before singing. 'We'll meet again. . . . don't know where, don't know when. . . .'" (Kenneth is also an implied romantic interest.)


les voix in my tête.
Oh, green world.
Crazy. . .
Rusted . . .
Breathe . . . no more.
People are strange.

le marionnettiste mcnip. ● ● ●



. . . SPLASH ON A DASH OF water AND patience AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF rust.





❝ A man can't cope with all these unpleasant frequencies about! ❞

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I am but a disease, love. I couldn't bε your paωη εvεn if I triεd. ❞

★ ( ( Don't you know this face? Perhaps a history lesson is in order...I am the Black Death. ) ) ● ( ( Unimagineably Old... ) ) ● ( ( A Living Disease, the Black Death ) ) ● ( ( I Believe the form I have taken on is a 'Female', though I cannot be too sure ) ) ● ( ( I do not remember. ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. I would rather not bore you with a detailed recollection of my history...but, I will at least tell you of one of my favorite countries to plague; England.

There had already been a rather serious disease going around before the 1340's, so I know I wasn't the first. Though that other plague hadn't even touched a portion of the population, I decided to take off where he left. Thus, my reign as the 'Great Morality' began with a rather...large bang.

On fleas I traveled. Attaching myself to them as they came in contact with the Prairie Dogs going back to their owners. After thanking my ride, I would set to my work of finding the humans of the house. That's where it all began, with humans. The most judgemental beings of the planet.

This human began to travel to the city, where I was allowed to spread. Headaches were the begining of my disease, and this human felt them very much. Then there were the chills...the fevers...oh! How this poor person suffered. Soon this human began to vomit, and was bedridden for many days at a time. The pain these humans expirienced...

That was when the sores started to appear as well, barely a day later. Large sores...under the arms, on the inner thighs, and on the neck was where I concentraited my powers the most. Soon they turned black and split open, oozing of pus, and blood in most cases. These pores grew to the size of an orange at the time, and smelled utterly revolting...

It was during this time I began to manifest a form. I grew into a much larger version of the germ I was, and I began to speak with the first to fall to my plague. She and I actually got along as she died, and...it was really the only time I ever felt bad for taking a life. She continued to suffer, bleeding as she went to the bathroom, and bleeding internally.

She introduced herself as Benedetta, on her last day alive. I told her that I would need to leave soon to do my job as a plague...and she gave me one little gift before her leave. The ability to change into her shape as I pleased, in order to plague humanity even more. She is really the only human I have ever been thankful for...and I ended her pain quickly, just for her. That was when I made my leave, letting her die without anymore pain...though, everyone else was not as lucky.

Soon I began to spread, and taking the form of Miss Benedetta to plague even more beings. I was able to kill at least Thirty to Fifty Percent of the population during the 1340's to the 1360's. It was then I left them, for the time being...until I struck back in the 1470's, and many years after that. Oh, taking lives was my game, and I wouldn't be stopped...until, there was a vaccine created to stop me from spreading anymore.

I was soon a forgotten plague...a disease that made history, but thanks to all of these medical advances I was left without purpose. Without meaning. I was nothing more than the fear of a monster under the bed...but, this is why I am here. Once I win this, I will not just be another historic disease...I will reign Queen over the race of organics.

REASON. I've been blessed with a deadly gift from birthright...and I desire to do my purpose once more, and bring death upon all of those who cross me. It is my purpose in life, but all of these nasty vaccines and medicines are keeping me at bay. Oh please Drosselmeyer, won't you help me get rid of them?

I FIGHT FOR I fight for my own gain...but, many would consider me 'evil'.



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




★ thεrε ωas aη Epidemic.


APPEARANCE
My human appearence is actually not of my own making; this appearence is partically the appearance of an english girl, Benedetta. She was a beautiful young english girl, born during my epicdemic. She and I actually got on fairly well before she died, and I was allowed to take on her form before she died as thanks for keeping her company. I have editted myself over time, but her relative appearance remains. She is a pale skined woman with semi-short black hair and red eyes. I have editted myself over time to take on an almost japanese style appearance, wearing a white, blue, and black short Kimono, with large wooden sandals. I also carry a parasol with many holes in it, just for the sake of things.

My other form is perhaps the simpliest form of anything I've taken. Basicly, I have just compressed myself into a simple germ, but I am about one hundred times my original size. I am somewhat...cute in appearence. Small, with two little blue eyes, and an almost fur-like feel. In this form I can float about as I please.

PERSONALITY
Well, many people consider me rather evil-minded, to be honest with you. I am somewhat intolerant of most people, finding human's to be the most disgusting hypocrites alive. I consider myself...high on my pedisteal, if you catch my drift. Confident, if you will. But that doesn't mean that I know when to give in. Not nessecarily submit, but rather give up on a target. Though, I will give it a good run before I give up.

People consider me exceptionally brave for a 'human' as well. Unlike humans, I am but a disease that has taken on a human form. I do not have human organs. I do not have human weaknesses. So long as one germ that makes up my body lives, I cannot die. Unless someone were to splash me with antibiotics, but I do not feel pain either.

Though if you do happen to get to know me, I can actually be a nice disease. I have no desire to kill people; it's just if they must die, then they have to die. Staying on my good side will make it harder for me to kill you, though I am very easily distrusting of humans. Organics. Anything with a humanie appearence, I am not fond of. All of them are judgemental beings, and absolute hyrocrites. I on the other hand, do not judge people based on what I see. I'd rather see if a person is all of what they say...there is no use in being all bark and no bite. Oh no; I bark just as good as I bite.

Oh, and one more thing you should know...I can be rather...morbid, if I do ay so myself from time to time. I'm not one of those people who tries to go to their happy place if someone is talking about wanting to dismember something in detail...oh no, I like to talk about these things. I am somewhat immune to being disgusted...as I feel I have 'seen it all'.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Both Forms

Being a human manifestation of the Black Death gives me the power to give just about anyone or anything the disease of my namesake. I can manipulate it to my will nowadays, having practiced manipulation of my disease after losing possibly the most interesting human I came across. Below, are some of the symptoms of my lovely disease.

"It started with a headache. Then chills and fever, which left him exhausted and prostrate. Maybe he experienced nausea, vomiting, back pain, soreness in his arms and legs. Perhaps bright light was too bright to stand.

Within a day or two, the swellings appeared. They were hard, painful, burning lumps on his neck, under his arms, on his inner thighs. Soon they turned black, split open, and began to ooze pus and blood. They may have grown to the size of an orange.

Maybe he recovered. It was possible to recover. But more than likely, death would come quickly. Yet... perhaps not quickly enough. Because after the lumps appeared he would start to bleed internally. There would be blood in his urine, blood in his stool, and blood puddling under his skin, resulting in black boils and spots all over his body. Everything that came out of his body smelled utterly revolting. He would suffer great pain before he breathed his last. And he would die barely a week after he first contracted the disease."

(More on the Black Death here and here.)

Shapeshifting

Only Between my two forms. My humanoid form, and my 'Enhanced Germ' form.

Humanoid Form

Your rules don't apply to me.

Ah, yes...I should explain shouldn't I? Though I have taken on a human form I have none of the weaknesses of a human. I have not allowed myself to gain organs, or anything that would make me a human...as a germ, organs are unnessecary. I cannot be killed through the means of how a Normal Human is killed.

Looks can be decievng...

As a living rependiton of a disease, I look very human. Thus, I can decieve people extremely well. I don't use my deception skills very often, but they do come in handy for when I want to make someone suffer.

Repairs

If I was to lose any of my body parts in a battle, I can easily reattach said body part in a few minutes, after allowing my germs to once again fuse together and give me back my form. My form does have a habit of 'losing parts' from time to time...it's only natural though. And it's usually my arms.

Manipulation of Germs

Very self explainitory, and obvious. I can control over the germs in my disease with the utmost detail. It will be very hard for you to take control of them while I control them...but, I'm certain that it can happen.

Me? Hungry?

She doesn't need to eat at all, being made of germs. She really can't either; she doesn't have a digestive tract, or any means of digesting food. She could make organs inside herself with her germs, but she chooses against it.

Enhanced Germ Form

Levitation

In this tiny form, I can allow myself to travel through the air with relative ease. It allows me to travel over areas that would likely hinder me on a massive scale (ie: Travelling Across Water).

If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing.

Hey, when your a germ that's basicly over a billion germs compressed together, there is always one little use for it if you in a situation. One of my favored techniques in this form; I allow myself to explode on anyone in range, thus having them gain the Black Death. Very simple in concept.

LIKES
My likes..? Well, I guess I could say I like causing what I believe to be the perfect death. Making a person suffer for just the right amount of time...and having my disease reaching it's fullest extent before someone succumbs. It's truly intoxicating upon sight. Making an art of death is something I like as well. I find true beauty in a well thought out, and well done death. Though, I do have a fondness for human pleasures as well...mostly, just taste. I do have a tounge, after all.

DISLIKES.
Simple, uncoth murders. I cannot stress this enough...if your going to kill someone, at least do it right, for god's sake! I mean really! A proper murder isn't supposed to be just stabbing them (humans) as many times as you can and running like hell! ...Sorry, offtopic for a moment there. But one thing I do hate is Medicines of any form. Vaccines or the rumored 'White Magic' are a couple more things I hate, as they can actually be the one thing that kills me.

HOBBIES
My only hobby revolves around the 'art' of killing. As I've said before, I absolutely love a nice, well thought out, and well done killing. Even the simplest of killings can turn into a masterpiece in the right hands. Killing is a discouraged art that I love.

FEARS
Well...I can't say I truly fear anything. I would be surprised if someone were able to survive my disease. Without vaccines, White Magic, or the like. That would surprise me on all levels...



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




★ aηd it livεd tragicly εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Humans I cannot say I feel anything for organic beings, though I can and will be proven wrong. Just watch your step; I'll kill you in an insant if you are to cross me.

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Defying the Curse
This is Halloween (Panic at the Disco Version)
Rosenrot, oh Rosenrot...

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Queen Sakon. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF human-killing AND heartless AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF The Black Death.





❝ Whisper, whisper, don't make a sound...your bed is made, and it's in the ground. ❞

[vicious animal]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I want your ugly, I want your disease. And I caη bε your smexy paωη as long as it's free. ❞

★ ( ( Angelus Nara ) ) ● ( ( Seventeen ) ) ● ( ( Skeleton Angel Hybrid ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( 12-05 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. I had once stayed in a village with my father. Life was fine there, I loved the way everyone treated me. But we were rivals with a much stronger village. And they attacked and brought suffering. I was trained to fight at a young age and I helped fight off the other village in one of our biggest battles at the age of fourteen. I decided to leave home. My father didn't go with the idea. But he thought since I was old enough I could make a decision. I decided to live in a forest about a mile away. The Enchanted Forest.

I was living in this forest for a long while. The people of my old village called it enchanted but they put fancy names on everything these days. Inside the forest, I noticed life was much more easier than the village. I could sleep easier. Let my guard down. Befriend anyone and anything. This is where I became one with my pet tiger, Soul. Of course tigers are vicious and heard to tame. I had to beat Soul down in order for him to respect me. But I don't look at Soul as a servant. I looked at him as a friend.

Recently, my sleeping patterns began to come awkward. I would sleep early in the day and all day. And at night I would stay asleep. Until one day, I never awoke. I realized this dream wasn't going to be over for a long while. A guy named Drosslemeyer trapped me in his game. Now I have to play. Play to win a wish. My only wish is that this war is at peace and none ever happen again. Good thing I don't have to word it to him now. Because if- no. WHEN I win, I'll have to make sure there are no loopholes in my wish. I guess I'll have to meet people and try not to make myself known.

REASON. I want to bring this war to peace and make sure none ever happen again.

I FIGHT FOR Soul.



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





★ thεrε ωas a kind soul.


APPEARANCE
I look exactly like that picture. But that dumb camera saw my bone hand through my fake flesh and extra glove. My hair is straight and silver. My cold eyes hold the color of gray. I have an even build. I'm strong but not all that muscular. I stand 5'5'' and weigh 128 lbs.

A blade in a sheathe resides next to me. It's made of steel. My skin has a darker tone. I have a simple nose. Not too pointy. Not too flat. My lips as slim, simple. My neck is a nice round cylinder. On down to my legs and feet.

PERSONALITY
Head-Strong-
I think before I act. In fact, I think everything I do is planned out correctly and perfectly. Not exactly everything but you get the point. I've gotten myself away from tough predicaments in the past. Snares and traps. You could also say I'm pretty cautious too.

Friendly-
I would never mistreat a friend. I won't disrespect you unless you disrespect me. If you are allied with me I won't back stab and kill you. I'm just not that type of guy. I do like to stay to myself. But I'm social when I want to be.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Spirit Call
I can call a list of help from the dead or the living. Anyone without true soul. That makes it ironic that I can use this on Soul.

Riding Fang
A good entry move. I run in mounted on Soul's back and when we approach the victim, Soul lunges to bite him/her while I am up in the air, coming down with a sword slash.

Angelic State
My angel spirit comes out and I could scan the area around me as if no trees or anything is there. My body is surrounded by a pure force field so no one can bother me while I'm in this state.

Spirit Wave
My spirit gives off wavelengths and I can shoot them through my sword in a light blue crescent shape.

Acrobatic
Flips, tricks. I can do it all. From tree to tree I'm the master monkey!

LIKES
Soul is my main favorites. Others include flipping, running and fighting. When I say fighting I mean sparring. I hate killing. But I will to get as many beads as possible. Running helps me escape tough battles. Good thing I like it. Flipping is a great maneuver to dodge. Food and swords also spark my interest. And I've grown quite fond of the ever-changing landscapes in Drosslemeyer's game.

DISLIKES.
I hate being away from Soul. He has become part of me. Like I said before killing doesn't get me to be happy either. That's why I also HATE wars. Though I don't like getting tricked. And I don't like getting hurt. Thunder storms are loud and irritating. I wish I could make them go away. When people treat nature wrong it makes me want to hurt them. And the same goes for other people, friends or not. And never ever ask me about my past. I hate speaking of that war.

HOBBIES
I hunt down herbs and turn them into potions. I keep a few with me. They cure things like wounds, poisons, and burns. I'm usually always hunting for herbs and flowers. Sometime animal skin or venom. Need to heal? I'm your guy!

FEARS
I don't want Soul to lose his life. He's been closest to me for the longest. And he's my best friend. He knows me better than any human, and sometimes he can even speak to me. Thanks to a potion I concocted in the forest. And I don't want to lost this game. If I slip into death I'll never forgive myself in the afterlife.



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




★ aηd he livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

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

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
This is Who I am - Shadow the Hedgehog Soundtrack

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS X Dreaming Insomniac X
● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF DETERMINATION AND FRIENDLINESS AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A WINNER!





❝ One day I'm gonna take you down!❞

[Gambits_girl]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I guess I'm already a paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Tiara Tomry. ) ) ● ( ( 18 ) ) ● ( ( Warrior ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( April 12 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Ok So I am not really sure how I got here. But I will tell you what I remember. I am white and I live in the lower east side of new york. Oh I know. My mother told me one day I would be shot because I live in New York but with the exception of that robbery last month I don't see where it comes from. I came here because I wanted to be an artist and I was offered a scholarship to go here. It hasn't been easy and I have had to work my hands to the bone to pay for what the scholarship doesn't pay for. I work as a waitress, well I used to. My boss fired me after I dropped one to many plates on the floor. He was so mad. I figure that he would just take it out of my check but he told me I didn't have a check to take it out of. This has been so hard living here. I can't even stay on campus. I live in what could be called the projects. It was the only thing I could afford on what remained of my money. My mother begged me to come home once she heard about me losing my job. But art is my life and if I gave up now it would be the end of my life. Not literally but you understand right.

The real issue started when I won this game in a contest I didn't sign up for. But it was the latest craze and I was saving up for it. Sorta, I didn't wan tot tell my mom about it. She would have made me come home for sure. And for winning the contest I got a rare character type. So I went home to my apartment. I plugged it in and tried it out. I was complimented on the character so often and people were lined up asking where I was in real life so they could buy the character off of me. I was hearing big bids like 10 grand. How could I turn that down. It would pay off college and I could get a real job and get out of this awful, place...But when I tried to log out something wasn't right. I kept asking the other players if they knew some sort of trouble shoot. they told me stop being stupid and just take off the mask. But no matter what I tired nothing happened. Then I soon got word to what happened. I died...For real. There was a robbery in my apartment. I was shot. And her took everything...but how could that be I am still here in the game...Well I guess this is like art. I am in a game. It's not like I can die for real anyway. And I never feel real pain.

REASON. I don't really know what I want. Oh wait...I want to be alive again.

I FIGHT FOR good.



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




★ thεrε ωas a (girl/boy/man/beast).


APPEARANCE
Well in life I was below average height about 5'4". I had thick dorky glasses, and green eyes. Not that anyone noticed. I usually had brusies on my bod because I am clumsy. I don't have much of a fashion sense. I wear what is comfortable and clean. I like to accessorize though even if it doesn't match. My cousin always teased me about it. And I never fit in anywhere. Not even in the art students. I have short light purple hair. It was supposed to be white. Because of something in the dye it didn't turn out right. I have fair skin but I am not allergic to the sun.

In the game however I am skinny wearing risky clothes and apparently one of the most popular people in the world. I still have the same personality as ever but with an increase in power with each accessory I am very popular here. People always ask me to go on raids and things. I know that I shouldn't feel so good about it but, this new life is everything I ever wanted. To feel wanted and My purple hair doesn't look lame and I have bigger breasts. I have a cute butt and people want to be around me no matter what I say I am the cutest thing ever.

PERSONALITY
Well I have a bit of a social anxiety, I stumble over words when I meet new people. I in the game anyway don't feel this way and I am more confident. With the accessories I am very powerful but that doesn;'t seem to make me any less clumsy. I am banned from a few areas for killing players. I am shy around all boys. I know someone them just want my character in bed. It's a new feature. I am not a fan of it. Because every time you do you risk running the virus, sorta like an STD. It was placed as an April fools joke but it didn't go away and it will eventually delete your account...and If I get deleted I die for real.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Teleporting:
It's part of the game I was 'born in' it seems to have come with me.

Strength:
I have a ton of strength from the power up accessories.

Casting:
I can cast spells that can heal people and I can also use lightening and fire. I am better at fire then lightening but I like to try new things

Grunty:
I have a whistle and it calls my grunty to me. He will always come to me and I will ride him.


LIKES
I like the Grunties. They have their own little personalities and they change whenever I give then certain things. I like to collect things to. I have this bag, and it is bottomless.So I can collect things. Lot and lots of things of the friends who don't just admire that character I have laugh and call me a clepto. It might be true. I like boys with white hair and blonde hair. I love blue and green eyes.

DISLIKES.
Over confident boys, they make me so studdery and I lose a bit of self esteem. I am always afraid they are making fun of me and I am too nervous and stupid to realize it. I also don't like black hair, it looks greasy and unclean. Also brown eyes. Yuck like poop. Also young girls so stupid and irritating. Also they shouldn't be able to access the sex part of the game not cool. Promotion of sex through advertisement. I am so glad I'm in the game because I never have to see another prostitute again or a person begging for money on the street. there still are sluts but not people who cant afford things I mean this game alone is like 400 dollars in real life so I doubt they are poor people. Being studied. The people who made the game visit me every so often too...Bastards are trying to recreate what happened to get them selves in the game so they can live forever. Some life.

HOBBIES
I do art, any time I can. I love to draw and I really think I was good at it. I still draw but it's a lot harder in the game with fewer surfaces to draw on. believe it or not, not may people have a pen and paper. Nor can they keep the drawings. Dumb game. I would have quit a long time ago. talking to my mom, she bought the game and pays for my membership. She says it is cheaper than a hospital would have been. She was so glad to know I am alive in the game she visits everyday. Just to make sure I am still around. I learned in the game that I am really good at instruments. It used to be a simple thing of buttons but it's like they were branded into the character. So everything I pick up

FEARS
Being deleted. I can die daily and I will just be sent back to a town no problem. But if I am deleted I die for real. Also I don't like spider monsters. They are so icky and I never really liked real spiders. I never liked the water either.I mean I like to bathe but as fart as going swimming in a lake count me out. If I can't touch it's to deep. In life I was afriad of certain types of dogs, like mastiffs. Way to big.



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




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


LOVE ME HATE ME.



THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Well um do you?
What do you mean I died?


MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Gambits_girl. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF MISHAP FATE AND UNLUCKINESS AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A PARANOID FAILURE.





❝ a quote/lyric that sums up your character.