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[[Angel Kratos]]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I only serve the Darkηεss, so I definitely ωoη't bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( They call me Dis ) ) ● ( ( Old as the Dark ) ) ● ( ( Being of Darkness ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( None ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. As you can imagine, my life story would be a long one; So I'll just keep this short and sweet. Right to the point, shall I?

For as long as I can remember, my sister and I have been charged with moving together from one host to another; Moving along in the world and suffering through not being able to lead our existences freely without being limited by the weak humanoids walking the world. My sister was perfectly content to her fate, she's a weak being who seeks only to help others rather than seek and fulfill her own wishes. I, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to gain freedom from the souls in which I inhabited. More often than not, it was my sister who pulled me back from destroying the minds of all our hosts. How I hated her, and at the same time..I was forced to revere the b***h for that exact thing. Who else have I ever known capable of holding their own against my everlasting and all-powerful might?

Anyways. Time is a strange thing, it ticks by slowly when all you do is skulk about trapped in a mortal being. It wasn't long before I found ways to use my powers against my hosts without doing too much damage to their beings. Once I was able to, shall we say, play from within my prison, my sister learned from me and while time passed, we gained more abilities and were able to choose our host. It was a strong lineage that we intertwined ourselves to in the end. Biding our time until a specifically powerful being was born into the family, we didn't tie our beings completely to their souls and life force until they were more than a few years of age. At that point it was easier to entwine them to ourselves and make more use of their body; The humanoids lasted longer as well when they weren't struggling to preserve three life forces from the beginning of their life. Of course, there never seemed to be any drawbacks for the hosts except for the battle which my sister and I would always fight over the host. Trying to draw them to one of our sides; Light or Dark. 'Good' or 'Evil'. You know the deal.

Of course I started to get bored again. My power was growing once more, and I wanted to use it. Fear is a wonderful thing in mortals, you know. Such a strong emotion. Fear, and pain...

I stopped trying to sway our hosts over to me with just pretty words and false hopes. I began to play games with their minds and fears, and forced control over their bodies when I saw fit. Soon enough I was even able to pull myself away from their bodies and solidify for a short amount of time on my own—Depending on the amount of power provided to me by my host. The most time went on, the more powerful they were—And the stronger I became. This would go on until recently, when I was both granted my greatest wish and handed a fate even worse.

I, the most powerful being of Darkness in existence, was torn from my host and separate from my sister for eternity. Instead of being granted freedom, however, I was forced into a prison divulged of all my past privileges. A small room made of multi-colored windows that I couldn't so much as see out of. Screams of pain and fear that I had caused over my existence ringing continually throughout the small space. No one to prey upon or pick fun at, control or kill. My powers were made useless in that stupid prison, myself having been deemed too powerful and too dangerous to be allowed even the freedom that being a spirit hosted by a mortal body—With a spirit of light to hold me back—and this was my new punishment.

How I hate the higher beings of power. God? Please. And that fallen angel of his? Lucifer... Pah. Ridiculous fools, the both of them. Their focus on using demons and angels and mortals to do their bidding; Leaving me, the being of Darkness to reign and gain power, and extend that power. Now instead of just controlling the dark itself I hold power over dark emotions and intentions, twisting them to my will and feeding from the results...The most I could do was project out from the prison for short bouts...Thus far, at least. More on that later, though.

I haven't the slightest clue how long I was there, stewing in anger and hate, with a splitting migraine from the constant screaming and whining. The sounds are useless and painful without the emotion and feelings that fuel them to feed on...

That was when this Drosslemeyer character came to be with an offer of playing a Game to win a wish—Anything that I wanted. Who was I not to accept a chance to be freed and start a new reign of terror all my own?

REASON. I want to live through my existence freely, tied to none and nothing. Free to roam and reign over the dark for all eternity. God, Satan and all other powers be damned!

I FIGHT FOR Myself and that which amuses me—While it amuses me.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Dark Spirit.


APPEARANCE

Dis normally stands—or floats, depending on his mood—at a poppin' six foot two inches. He can vary the height to his own discretion, but tends to stick to that average. His overall age appearance ranges to be somewhere in his early twenties, between twenty-one and twenty-three. It's a matter of perspective for others to decide. He has a slim, lean build that gives him a speed and evasive advantage in various situations but if you're lucky—Or unlucky as the case may be—to see underneath his outfit than it's to be noted he is by no means out of shape.

He has semi-short, sleek hair black as an abyss that seems to fall in a haphazard manner around his head unless he willfully keeps it in a neatly combed appearance. His eyes are just as black, with hints of blood seeping into the coloring from the edges of the eyes and swirling inside; No whites, no pupils, just a swirling black abyss littered with blood... A pair of black (noticing a pattern yet?) satin tuxedo pants, accompanied by a pair of sleek, sharp-pointed black shoes. He wears a long-sleeved (black) over-coat with crimson trimmings along the bottom, as well as on the cuffs; collar; and the middle-ends of the folds. Ruffles that looked as if they were once white, but are now stained by blood, are present along the cuffs of the sleeves and the collar of his over-coat... A shirt of the same black of the rest of his clothing underneath. Over all a very neat, and well kempt look.

When he wishes to, Dis can cloak the appearance of his eyes from blood swirling abyss to bright crimson. Not very normal, but also less 'OMFG run away!' inspiring. The way in which he holds himself is a bit aristrocratic, and his skin has varying shades of paleness. When he's fading between spirit form and solidarity, his skin will pass through a scarily pale appearance. When he's becoming solid it will stop at a still pale tone, but not as ghostly as mid-change.

His spirit appearance is basically the same as physical, but see-through and with slightly sharpened nails. At no point in time in spirit form are his eyes anything but their original abyss', and his hair has a slightly wilder look to it in that it floats and falls recklessly over his features. This is where Dis tends to care a bit less about good appearance.

PERSONALITY
Dis is a being with a very dark personality, he's disturbingly cruel and also deceptively kind. When he's around others he'll put up a suave act and behave in a whatever way may allow him to get a hand in controlling another. He's very manipulative and as soon as he has what, or who, he wants he'll revert back to his normal self. A cold b*****d who uses pain and fear to get what he wants from the beings he had gained a hold on and claims as his own. In addition to being a ruthless manipulator, Dis is also very protective and possessive of anything he sees as his—Which is basically anyone or thing that he's using at the time or plans to use in the future. He keeps to a very strict 'only I'm allowed to ******** with them' mantra and will react violently towards anything that might go against that. At the same time, however, if someone he's trying to use or control goes against him, he'll see fit to administer punishment whoever it is not doing as he wants or says—Normally in cruel and unusual ways.

When he grows bored—Which can happen very easily, then he'll use whoever he has in his possession to entertain him. His humor is really very twisted, and anything he does you can trust will be creative and possibly very dangerous to whom it's being done. He get's his kicks and giggles off dark emotions, but has a certain addiction to pure fear and intense pain from others; They fuel his power and drive to continue in whatever it is he's doing.

Dis doesn't care for anything but his own mission and wants. He's the epitome of selfish and will destroy anyone or thing that he believes is in his way. If you want him on your side, you better be ready to pay a hefty price as he does nothing if it will not benefit him in some way, shape or form. While he looks down on mortals, Dis does deal with them and they are mainly whom he goes after to use and manipulate. However, once they have live out their usage he normally kills them and absorbs whatever powers or aura they may have. He also tends to care a lot about his appearance and can be very vain. If you're covered in dirt or grime, it's better not to touch him because there will be serious repercussions if you dirty his pristine looks.

If I missed anything, you'll probably find out soon enough, no? He's a being of many surprises.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS

» Forms: Spirit and Physical «

Dis shifts at will between an actual, physical form and his normal spiritual form. Being a spirit makes it difficult to kill him, but it is possible if you know what you're doing. Normally, if his physical form is injured beyond repair he'll simply revert back to spirit form and be stuck there for awhile. The best bet for killing him—temporarily—would be a very strong, pure being who doubles as an exorcist. Don't expect him to stay gone for long, though, as his existence is tied to everything that's Dark in the world. He'll be back, even if it takes a couple centuries to gather the power to return (not that this matters for the Game, as banishing him can do well for bead loss; I just thought it an interesting tid-bit).

Onwards!


Constant Powers


» Travel through Shadows «

» I think this speaks for itself. Dis can meld into shadows or darkness and come out anywhere else where they are present. For example: Go into someone's shadow and appear on the other side of the world from a closet or room corner. It's nifty. Be jealous.

» Elemental Control «

» Dis' main element is, of course, Darkness. That includes and has extended to any shadows, night, dark emotions or feelings. Creatures, experiences, visions. Etc, etc. Basically anything that can be considered as 'Dark', he has a good way and chance to dig his claws into and control with ease. Mortals, or living and aware beings are a bit trickier as they all have a shred of Darkness in them, but also own a will of their own. The darker their personality, the easier he finds it to control them without much manipulation—Mainly by using their own wants and will against them. Lighter beings are harder if they have a strong set of morals or great will; Otherwise he can manipulate them subtly to bring out the darker side before seizing control. By no means, however, is he capable of ever having full control over any creature with 'free will'. Unless he decides to possess them for whatever period of time. More on that later.

» While Dis cannot conjure any element other than dark-based ones—And Black Fire, he can control the various non-light elements to an extent. If there is a river or body of water nearby, he may or may not see fit to send missles of it at someone or wrap a person in an orb of water for a few moments in attempts to drown them. Earth may or may not fly up from the ground and create a prison should he want it to and fire may spread over an entire forest. Whether or not he can control these elements depends on the people around him, as he really pulls what he's capable in instances from the fears or worries of other beings. Again, more on that later.

» Emotion and Fear/Wish Reading «

» Dis can sense, what others are feeling, though he tends to tune this ability to the darker emotions and feelings such as Hate; Pain; Fear; Loathing; Envy, etc. Things that he can pull on and work with.

» In addition to reading emotions, Dis has a knack for knowing exactly what someone is afraid of happening, or simply fears in general. Thus, irritating him normally results in whoever did so's fear coming to life. His goal is always to delve into a person's mind and discover their worst fear, as it doesn't tend to be on the surface with other fears. It takes some serious mind-picking for him to get deep into someone's mind and discover what may truly scare them to death.

» This power can work both ways and instead of reading your fears he's could turn around and read someone's greatest wants or needs. This is an unlikely event unless it's strong enough to push through the various blocks or he's actually looking for them. If he is, it's likely that he'll use them to lure said person into either a false sense of security around him, or as leverage to get what he wants/needs himself.

» Living Illusions «

» Remember I mentioned that what Dis is capable of doing depends on those around him? Well, this ability ties into his fear reading.

» Dis takes the fears or wants that he senses and is capable of creating instances in which they may happen, or simply bringing them to life. Scared of falling off a cliff? You're now standing on the edge of one, looking down. Chances are, something will happen to make you fall. Hit the ground, you're dead. Terrified of going blind? You just lost your sight. Wish your dead lover or family member was here? They're standing right in front of you. No matter how impossible a situation, he'll make it happen. Conjure the entire thing up if he has to.

» On top of creating these 'illusions', they are 100% real... At least, while they exist. Dis can conjure and banish them at will, or need, depending on his power. As far as reality level goes in these illusions, don't make any stupid actions inside one thinking you won't get hurt. Because you will. And if your hand gets chopped off in something Dis conjures up, you're not getting it back. It's his now. Oh, and if he conjures up a banquet, one can eat or drink anything present... But chances are it's poisoned or will rot on contact unless he's feeling generous or needs his victims refreshed.

» Just because they're physically real does not mean that whomever he conjures is actually there. Chances are if he's conjured someone from one's mind; fears; or memories, they're a very twisted version. They'll look real, but their personalities may be warped and chances are that they'll pry on more memories to attack the person emotionally and verbally. If given the opportunity, they'll turn around and kill the one they're conjured for, and will obey any command given to them by Dis.

» Also, this doesn't have to happen visually to everyone else. He can simply immerse someone mentally into their own personal nightmare. This normally happens to anyone who touches him with dirt or grime on their hands; Otherwise he finds it much more fun to make torturing others a public display.

» This does take up power depending on the form of the instance. Some things don't take up an ounce of energy, and others may or may not revert him back to spirit form or cause him to revert himself as a form of defense.

» Power Replenishing «

» While Dis has an unlimited, self-replenishing store of power, there is only a certain amount available to him at one time without breaking a seal put on the power well by 'Higher Beings'. Thus, it is possible for him to become tired or worn down to a point he cannot remain solid and must return to his spirit form. He has come up with a number of ways to combat this.

» The first way is by sinking into someone elses' energy store and siphoning from them. This can be noticed by the person as well as anyone capable of seeing/sensing auras. It would be visible by some black tendrils coming from Dis' body and going into the person he's stealing from. Another form of doing this is by physical contact. If he's in need of power, he'll draw it without thought simply by touching someone. Normally, it's a slow process so as to go unnoticed, but if he's in a rush or simply feels like causing pain, he'll literally rip it from the person he's in contact with.

» His main quick-power replenishing tactic is by feeding off dark emotions. Particularly fear and pain. Since he's capable of pulling these out of others by way of his other powers, he's naturally developed the ability to feed off the results of his work. Makes most of his endeavors less costly and at times self-empowering.

» Auras «

» He can sense the power in others, naturally. As well as hide his own as well as such can be done.

» Flight «

» In a solid form, Dis possess' a set of black, leathery wings. They won't appear unless he deems fit to actually use them. Otherwise, he floats at will and may or may not be found lounging mid-air in any form. As a spirit, he's always floating but with concentration can give the idea that he's actually walking along the ground.


Spiritual Powers


» Possession «

» As a spirit, Dis can possess a great variety of beings. Normally he sticks to taking over ones that have darkness more prominent in them. Murderers, demons, and the like. If he has to, he'll take over a goody-goody, but normally it takes more focus and force of will to fight through to the darkness inside them. At times, it can hurt him as well but not much—Living with his sister, a light spirit, greatly improved his endurance in the face of Light.

» The only being he won't go near is an Angel or beings of pure Light. Even if they're corrupted, it's risky and extremely painful to even try.

» Invisibility «

» This one sort of speaks for itself, don't you think? As a spirit, he can control whether or not others can see him.

» 'Shape-Shifting' «

» He's been known to toy with his appearance in spirit form. If he gets bored with how he looks, one could turn around one day to find him a long-haired brunette. Or a raven. Or even a succubus. Yes, succubus. He'll go female if he's really looking to mess with someone's head.


Other Abilities

Dis is very lithe and quick, more often than not instead of fighting physically he'll simply duck or dodge out of the way. This is normally done absentmindedly. His speed isn't anything to make fun at. The man could be ten meters away one second, and in the blink of an eye be standing right in front of you. As a spirit, naturally, he can just appear where-ever he likes given enough time and focus. That's about it for his hands-on; He doesn't like physical fighting and will have others do it for him.

» Familiar Form «

» Yes. If he doesn't want to be a spirit but can't quite make it to full-fledged physical form, he'll turn into a raven or bat or something along those lines and play 'familiar' to whomever he deems deserves it. This is perhaps the safest form he has for others, as most of his powers don't work during it—And he can't talk.

» For all intents and purposes, if you get Dis as a familiar for whatever point in time, he'll really act like one and expects you to take care of him. If you don't and he dies (most vulnerable form), then expect to be put on top of his hit-list. Not a good place to be. If you do, then he'll probably leave you alone or even give genuine assistance as a form of repaying the favor; But don't try pulling 'you owe me', or he'll probably twist his favor to something worse.

» Conjuring «

» Yes, his illusion ability has a base. This is it. He can conjure food, drink, weapon, clothing. Whatever suits his fancy. Just don't expect him to cook, or use this ability much. He's a spirit, doesn't need to eat or drink, and can't exactly change his clothing.

LIKES
Dis likes a great many disturbing things. He likes death, and inflicting pain on others. Obviously, if he likes death then he 'loves' killing. Dis will literally stop what he's doing to watch a gruesome kill. It doesn't matter if it was fair or not; in fact, he prefers it when someone has an unfair advantage and will possibly do anything in his power to make it so. He'll probably conjure up an arena and pit others against one another to get his kicks and giggles.

Some of his favorite fears to use are anything slow and painful; spiders; snakes; and rape. Of course, he won't rape anyone himself as he feels it to be dirty and below him (hullo, personality trait) but quite happily brings in someone else to do the job while he watches on. It's not so much perversion, as it is the emotional and physical pain that draws him to such acts. Though he does believe sex is a pleasant experience, especially when it's brought about by lust.

DISLIKES.
Beings of Pure Light. Angels, saints, his sister, spiritual beings, people meant to become such. They're capable of actually hurting him, and he tends to either lash out and attack, corrupt, or kill them. Sometimes he'll actually avoid them. Love disgusts him, as it's just a goody-goody emotion—Even if he can use it to inflict pain. Which brings us to the next dislike: Whiners. Dis simply can't stand it when people whine at him, or about what he does. It gives him a headache. You whine, you die a slow and painful death. Same goes for if you preach at him about things like repentance and forgiveness. He doesn't give a s**t, and it's just annoying. Dirty things annoy him as well, and he will be pissed if someone gets a speck of grime on his orderly appearance. Also, he doesn't like boredom. So it's best to keep him entertained or find yourself as the entertainment.

Dis despises Higher Powers like the ones who locked him away and forced him into relying on a host or anyone else. Some of the beings on that list are God and Satan. Yes, he hates them both. This man will not give his loyalty to anyone. As the entity of Darkness, he needs no one and will not stand for anyone claiming power over him.

HOBBIES
Hobbies, hobbies. Well, playing with fears is one of his hobbies. He doesn't need to 'survive', so most everything he does ritually is a hobby. Torture is another obvious hobby... Ohhh, here's one. Reading. Yes. Dis, like any being of decent intelligence in his mind, enjoys to sit down and read a good, dusty tome of ancient magic... What? Not many do that? Oh. Well, whatever. You're all stupid in his mind anyways. Taunting mortals is a hobby he enjoys, along with cursing the existence of the Higher Powers and acting like an aristocrat. That was his favorite era, btw.

FEARS
Does Dis fear anything? I'm not sure...Probably, if he does, it's being sealed away for eternity. Oh, and maybe Light destroying Darkness, as that's his entire existance.



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




★ aηd hε livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

God » I feel hate and loathing towards God. He may be 'all-powerful' and the epitome of everything good, but I am the very being of Darkness. So he can ******** off.

Satan » I feel the same about this b*****d as I do God. He may be the epitome of all evil, but again. I am the very being of Darkness. He can ******** off, too.


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Do you have a Fear of the Dark? Oh, it's so easy when you're Evil...

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS [Angel Kratos] ● ● ●



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





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

[Grindcore Lullaby]

c1 : darkest - Black
c2 : medium - Dark red
c3 - light - grey / red #E41B17 [red 2]





no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Darling, we am a disease, we could neνer bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Temperance and Eden ) ) ● ( ( We appear to be in our early twenties, but we have no real age. ) ) ● ( ( We are Tuberculosis ) ) ● ( ( Femmes ) ) ● ( ( Impossible, we do not have one. ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON. To... Infect the world..

I FIGHT FOR Do we really fight for anything, if there is nothing of true value to us?



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




★ thεrε ωas a disease.


APPEARANCEHuman :

First. I am Temperance. You will probably know me because I wear my bangs straight, my tattoo mask is blue, and I wear a ring upon my lip. I have a tendency to wear lotus flowers in my hair, pinned into my bun. My marking is on my left eye.
Second. I am Eden. You will most likely remember me, because I wear my bangs to the side. My tattoo mask is yellow, and my piercing is along the line of my brow. My hair is usually worn either straight down, or in a braid down my back. My marking is along my right eye, with an addition of black to the normal red.

We can easily be described as one. We are identical, though we do have small differences. Temperance and Eden, the Tuberculosis twins. We are tall, or so we think. We stand around five foot nine, and rather willowy. We are skinny, but not sickly so. Even if we are Tuberculosis. Funny, isn't it?
We share dark brown hair, porcelain skin, and large almond shaped eyes. Our iris' are grey in color. Our nose is a small swoop, and at the end of that swoop are small well filled lips. Our necks are long yet elegant, leading down into showy collarbones. From there to travel down you would find a small handful of breasts, followed with pale flat stomachs, and lovely shaped hips. Or legs are long and lean, leading to moderate sized feet that we don't really care for. We are simple to describe, and people have called us a sight to see. You will just have to find out what happens!



Disease :
I'm small. Very small. Microscopic, even. I'm so small, that when you inhale, I could get in. Sneak into your lungs, and break open some hell. I could coat your organs, and make you miserable. In fact, I want to. You see, as a disease, that is my purpose in life. I am microscopic, but I still have a shape. I am long and tube shaped, thus the tuberculosis. I don't have a distinct color, so I have many. My size ranges, though my shape is always the same. Though you cannot see me. Never, will you see me.
[x][x]

Oh, do you want to see what I can do? It's rather horrific.
[x][x][x] .
PERSONALITY
Do we really have a personality, as a disease? Well... My disease form has no personality, he's an absolute bore. All he thinks about is infecting, and that nasty thing. While my more.. Human form.. Has a personality. They would never be categorized as loud or outgoing, because that's just not them. They are however, commonly referred to as different or weird. Heck, maybe even a little bit morbid! But, we are a disease, we cannot be perfect. We are quiet, and keep to ourselves for the most part. But, if you peak our interest, maybe our personality will change, and we will open up to you!

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
We are a disease, and we can do many things. First, it would start with some coughing, kind of chronic. Then you might actually start coughing up blood! That would be exciting, I think. And that will last a long time, if you're lucky. That coughing will include some chest pain, just so you know. You might feel a bit queasy or wheezy, and I promise you, that's normal. Next you might get a fever, in which case you will get sweaty. Mostly night sweats though. And, you will get skinny. But, unhealthily so. Weight loss isn't always a good thing, darling! You will lose your appetite, which only helps me along. I could affect your central nervous system, breaking stuff down and making you more miserable. I could hurt your joints a lot, and possibly cause some Pott's Disease in your freakin' spine! And finally, some miliary tuberculosis. Painful s**t, I know! So don't make me mad. Because I promise you, I can speed up that process quick as a lick.

LIKES
I like some things.. Some rather morbid things. I enjoy blood and guts. I enjoy seeing people in distress, but usually because of something I have done. I am morbid, and you know that. I enjoy watching people deteriorate from disease, my disease. But, I do like the finer things in life occasionally. Some music is okay, but it has to be rock, techno, electro or something interesting at least! Oh, and drinking too. That's always fun.

DISLIKES.
Oh, well this should be short. And you know what the first thing will be, right? I hate antibiotics. And immunologists, because those are the guys that basically kill me. I really don't like that new tuberculin skin test, because that's how they find me. Along with that stupid serological test, it's just another way to kill me. Stupid.. Stupid stupid humans. Immunizations suck too, because I cannot thrive in places like that. Finally? Vaccines suck balls. Major balls.

HOBBIES
Mine are pretty simple, to be honest. I like infecting people and watching them suffer. Mainly because I control how fast or slow they die! I like toying with peoples minds, because it's fun and takes up time. I have a few past times here and there, one of the major ones is drinking. Though I've never been to bid on drug use honestly. Smoking cigarettes can be fun, but that's not quite a hobby.

FEARS
My fears are little, and few. Though as a disease, I fear immunizations, which kill me off. That also comes with a blunt fear of doctors, the ones giving said immunizations. See, even the word makes me shudder! But, don't mind that. That's just my disease form. My human form fears needles, too-long dresses, and shades of yellow. Silly, she knows. She wont tell me why, but they all relate to her past, which is another thing she fears. Her past revealing itself. Silly.. I know. But, she is a girl after all. And they are rather silly.



. . . 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.
SReturn...

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Grindcore Lullaby● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF BLOOD AND COUGHING AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A BAD CASE OF THE WHITE PLAGUE, BABY..





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

[vicious animal]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ .........Pawn?❞

★ ( ( name ) ) ● ( ( age ) ) ● ( ( race ) ) ● ( ( gender ) ) ● ( ( birthday ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON. WISH/REASON FOR BEING IN THE GAME.

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



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




★ thεrε ωas a (girl/boy/man/beast).


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

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

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

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

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

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

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



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




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


LOVE ME HATE ME.

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

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


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

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS YOUR USERNAME. ● ● ●



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





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

[vicious animal]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ The day you make us sweat is the day we caη bε your paωηs ❞
Gold
Silver
Lavender

★ ( ( "I'm the one sitting in the grass. I'm Luna. The one to the side of me is my sister, Sola." ) ) ● ( ( 21. 19! ) ) ● ( ( "I am a being of the sun." "And I'm from the moon!" ) ) ● ( ( Female ) ) ● ( ( June 15 ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. They were born sisters on Earth, When Sola was two and her sister was born during the party after some days close friends noticed they would not open their eyes for anything. One stormy night, one crept into the girl's room. The next morning they were both reported missing. Sola was going to be used as a human sacrifice to the god of the sun for this religion. And Luna was shot to the moon for the same purpose.

After two more years, they opened their eyes.

Sola was still living and noticed she had the power of the sun. She found life on the sun and became a family with some very nice Overheat ( Humans are to Earth as Overheat are to Sun ). Sola never knew of her younger sister that was born on the same day but a different year as her.

Luna surprisingly survived the first few days on the moon. Some Sub-Zero ( Humans are to Earth as Sub-Zero are to Moon ) noticed her. They took her in and taught her to develop the power of the moon. About four years ago they were reunited.

A unity meeting was called between the OverHeat and the Sub-Zero and they met for the first time. They noticed they looked alike, talked alike, walked alike, and for the most part liked the same things and had some of the same memories. This was when they noticed they were sisters. They started traveling to Earth to see each other more. And then, when they fell asleep watching the stars, Drosslemeyer took them away. And this... this is where the real story begins.

REASON. Sola and Luna wish to make a planet half sun and half moon.

I FIGHT FOR my sister!



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




★ thεrε ωas a sisterly bond.


APPEARANCE
Her skin is a pale color. She has a dark brown hair color which is natural. She has a moon tattoo which provides her hydromancer skills ( water and ice ). She could show you her muscles in her arms and legs. And her body is beautiful and perfectly cut. She is stronger than her older sister. Feast your eyes on Luna.

Her skin is a tannish color. She has a golden-brown hair color which is natural. She has a sun tattoo on her upper back, just below her neck. This tattoo provides her pryomancer skills ( fire and lightning ). She is not very muscular in the arms even though she is pretty strong. Her legs match the strength of them though. If you haven't found out yet, feast your eyes on Sola.

PERSONALITY
Sola is nonchalant. Very little times are things like this game a big deal for her. And if you think this game if one of them you've got another thing coming. She could care less about this game so long as she or her sister don't lose all their beads. Sola is relaxed. You might find her laid back under a palm tree on an island. That's really where she'd rather be. She's not shy but she acts like she is. It's just so she'd have an excuse to ignore people disrupting her relaxation.

Luna on the other hand is very uptight. If it's not done the right they don't get a second chance. Luna takes this game very seriously and is quote unquote "Not here to screw up." so she is very careful with every move she makes. She usually bosses Sola around, who doesn't care anyway. As long as Luna seemed rational to Sola she was fine with it. Luna only relaxes when she knows her surroundings are safe enough. And here, you might as well say Luna will never be relaxing. She's very cautious and aware. Although she's outgoing and fun when the time is right for her.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Sola is a pyromancer, controlling fire and lightning. She excels in running.

Luna is a hydromancer, controlling water and ice. She excels in physical labor.

They both are very good at gymnastics, so flips are their specialty. They are also very flexible. This could help them on in many good ways. (;

LIKES
Cookies, candy, relaxing, animals, being alone, quiet rain.

Fruit, some vegetables, fighting, flowers, fields, people, and thunder storms.

DISLIKES.
Junk food, killing, animals, being lonely, this game, any annoying little kid, and sitting on her butt.

All vegetables, fighting, this game, being bothered, thunder storms, people besides her family and sister, being called lazy.

HOBBIES
Luna dances and is always trying to get a good work out. She doesn't even need music to dance. And her work outs in this game will be fighting and moving quick enough to set traps. She also loves to swim. Good thing there's a large river. Sola enjoys nursing animals. Of course she can't do that here because you never know what the so-called animals actually are. But luckily the night they went into the game she was listening to her ipod, so it was taken with her. I don't know if listening to music would be a hobby, but Sola would call it one. They both enjoy practicing gymnastics.

FEARS
They both fear losing the game. It's clear on Luna's face. You may not see it on Sola's but she doesn't want to lose this. Another fear for them is the fear that they will be separated forever if one of them gets game over. Sola fears heights. Luna fears drowning. Ironic that she swims...



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




★ aηd they 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.
Sola loves Vanilla Twilight - Owl City
Let Luna be Herself ~ Three Doors Down

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS X Dreaming Insomniac X ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF RELAXATION AND AWARENESS AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF TWO HAPPY-GO-LUCKY GIRLS.





❝ We live for no one. ❞

[PalleteHeart]

Color1 = #556270
Color2 = #83AF9B
Color3 = #C44D58

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Lεt us havε fuη and thεn wε caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( (First) Hana, (Middle) Haru, (Last) Haku ) ) ● ( ( Unknown ) ) ● ( ( Unknown ) ) ● ( ( Females ) ) ● ( ( Unknown ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. Three completely different stories for triplets. You'd think they would have the same stories. Well that's wrong, except for maybe during the beginning of it. Still they are basically all different. Hana was the one who lived with their parents, Haru lived with a rich family, and Haku having the hardest parents to deal with. See different. . . Moving on.

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REASON. Is there suppose to be anyother reason besides to kill others? We think it's all about the fun of killing for the Game. No? Are we wrong?

WE FIGHT FOR THE KILLING.



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




★ thεrε ωεrε three beasts.


APPEARANCE
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PERSONALITY
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Hana is the more smart one of the three and actually she can be considered the youngest of the triplets. She seems to be very mean at first, but get a bit closer to her and you'll see that she is really clumsy, shy, and basically that moe character that wears glasses in many animes. Beyond all this stuff she is intolerant, which kinda breaks that moe-ness apart. Still Hana is very kind once you get to know her better and soon enough you'll probably be able to see her complete true self. She is really loving, motherly almost. Anyways. Hana is about the most friendly person, not talkative, you could ever meet. No seriously. If you try to use her, she will figure it out since she is very observant of her surroundings and whatnot. She doesn't like being used in the least bit, so it's best to not use her. She can definitely kick some a**.

Well that is that. Hana, like said already, is super intolerant. You get her mad or anything then it's downhill for you. She is insane. Literally. No matter what Hana is unstable, period. She might not seem it, but it's very true. Completely true actually. Yes she had a almost perfect life, but that doesn't make any difference. Haven't you noticed how her race is unknown, her age is unknown, and even her birthday is unknown. She is basically unknown, well kinda. Besides that Hana isn't even her name. Actually she has no name. Still do not, and let's repeat that, do not make Hana angry. Remember that she always has this huge a** sword, her powers, and these weird claws that can be used for killing. So yeah it'll end up bad on your side, unless your just as insane as her, then who knows.


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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 they bεcamε dεmons happily. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

EACHOTHER We feel annoyed yet loving about eachother. We fight and don't get along all the time, but we always end up loving eachother. We are triplets and like to stick together through thick and thin.


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

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS sweet d r e a m INNOCENCE. ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF REGRET AND HATRED AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF ******** CRAZED KILLER TRIPLETS.





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

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I'm the best of my kind, so bεing your paωη is out of the question. ❞

★ ( ( Axletia Citadark ) ) ● ( ( I look about 14, but I am much older than that. ) ) ● ( ( I am what we call in our world a 'Hume'. ) ) ● ( ( Well, I honestly don't know...I have the looks of a female, but everything else is somewhat questionable. I am not a transfestite, mind. (She technically is a Hermaphrodite) ) ) ● ( ( The day the World of Ivalice was birthed. ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. The Begining of Everything (Tactics Advance Storyline) >>

Long ago it seems, that there was a world simply born from nothing. A child's imagination? Whatever it was, it was the world of my birth. The World of Ivalice was my home, and home to many others as well. Bangaa, Viera, Moogle, Humes, Seeq, and Gria were all native to the region; and the more 'human' spieces of the world.

It was there that I was born. I just seemed to awaken; no memories, no nothing. All I knew is that I had a sword in my hand, and monsters to slay. It seemed simple.

The world around me was like a garden of unusualness. There were many towns around us, if I remember correctly. I remember that I had come across beings who were a part of something known as a 'clan'. These were beings intelegent enough to form armies of twenty four, to utilise in battle whenever the time came. It was my job to fight against these clans; testing their strength to maybe find somewhere I belonged.

But even as I felt the heat of battle, nothing seemed to feel the same after taking out clans of such measly numbers. I craved a battle where I could use my full strength against these beings whom called themselves the best of the best. It was infuriating almost! There was no being anywhere that could stand up to my strength.

Though even as the world seemed peaceful, we all knew something was amiss. I had always overlooked him...he seemed so weak. Little did I know that he would end up being the strongest of this land, and against us none the less! With help from Ezel, the master of the Anti-Laws, it was almost too easy for that little brat to take down the gods of Ivalice. And I am not kidding when I said gods.

He destroied each of the crystals with the utmost ease, which infuriated me to no end. Why was that punk not being delt with?! Was he seen as no threat? If he kept destroying the Crystals, he would destroy our world! I wasn't about to stand for it. On Prince Mewt's orders, I was told to extreminate this being...known to most as 'Marche'.

He has managed to destroy four of the five crystals once I got to him, and I wasn't surprised to be honest. He was taken too lightly for too long, and I sought to put an end to him. With him were several beings; a Red Mage simply known as Yvet, who was renowned for her skills with Fire and Lightning Magicks. A Templar known as Meiza, known well for such physical prowess and skills. A Soilder known simply as Avaritia, renowned for not only being able to use arts of war, but for an impressive power of the mind. There was also Marche himself; a Hunter with bow and arrow in his hands. A Nu Mou known as Blanch; a White Mage of exceptional power. And then finally, the Black Mage Montblanc.

During my battle with them, I had managed to overpower them exceptionally well. As a Paladin, I had several advantages against the entire bunch sent to defeat me. Feh! A ragtag bunch of misfits wouldn't normally have given me much trouble at all...problem was, these were a powerful bunch of ragtag misfits. I was surprised, but I was able to overcome that and keep them on their toes.

Though...it was my own misjudgement that lead to my dismise. I had felled several of Marche's measly army, leaving but him, Avaritia, and Yvet left to fight me. I was almost ready to land a finishing blow against Yvet...but, I felt a blade pierce my side, looking to see a blade controled by Avaritia's mind strike me in my side. I was horrified, but was even more so when Marche grabbed my blade from me. He told me he was sorry about having to do this...but, he wanted to go home. Thus, he impaled me with my own blade, and left me there. Such a selfish being...

Though, I guess I can say I was happy as well. His plan to destroy Ivalice didn't go as he would've thought...but, the brat was brought home. And I seemed to be left there, waiting slowly to die...but I didn't. I couldn't understand what was happening to me...though, a healer found me. Not just any healer though...a young girl named Elpe.

Discovery (Before Grimore of the Rift) >>

As I was brought back to Goug, the nearest city to where I was, she introduced herself. I was happy for her rescuing me from death...though, the gastly truth was that I wasn't dead at all. I was one of what they called 'The Gifted'. My gift, like one before me, was that of near-immortality. That blade wound, if left to bleed out for about a few days more would've most likely killed me indefinitely. I couldn't understand why I was still alive...

Though, I ended up leaving Elpe soon after, on a quest to master my powers. It seemed that when brought together with my own power, I was near unstoppable. I trained under another Blademaster, Frimelda Lotice, for a short time as well. She was such a kindly teacher...and taught me much more than I already knew. I was pleased beyond belief! My power was second to none.

Though, there was also something brewing inside of me. Hatred...so much of it. It coulded my judgements, and I knew I would soon become consumed by it. The burden in my heart weighed heavy, and the grudge in my soul was fierce. I used that as a source of power...my hate was my strength. I wanted to kill them all! Marche the Hunter! Avaritia the Soilder! Yvet the Red Mage! Blanch the White Mage! Meiza the Templar! Montblanc the Black Mage! I wanted them all dead, because I knew...they were still alive out there. This judgement clouded my mind, though I did my best to hide it from becoming outright bloodlust...

The Grudge (Grimore of the Rift Storyline; Begining of Story to The Treasure of the Fens) >>

It was then, that I traveled around Ivalice, looking for a place to belong once more. I battled clan after clan, but it wasn't the same! Even the strongest of clans could not stand up to my power...but, I took interest in a weaker clan, at one point. Clan Gully, if I am not mistaken. There were two easily recogniseable beings in their clan, Yvet and Meiza, and my hate began to overflow. I could feel a grudge forming in my heart once again...and there was no holding back against them. I requested three specific people for battle down at the Pub whom I had seen before. There were three of them that I had seen...Avaritia was a part of another smaller clan, without a real name. The other two, Meiza and Yvet, were a part of clan Gully.

I waited in Aisenfield for all of them to show up...and soon enough, Avarith was seen. I instantly attacked her, attempting to kill her before she got a chance to focus those famous mind powers on me. I was about to hack her appart, before Clan gully ended up showing up to stop me from doing any farther damage. The leader of this clan, Luso, was an exceptional opponent...but, Yvet and Meiza seemed to also hold a hellish grudge again me, for what had happened. I was able to weaken them with the greatest ease, but...there was a sharp pain in my side, as I looked to see Meiza stabbing his Spear into me.

"Ye really have a lota nerve goin' after me family...I will put ye out of ye misery!" Meiza would tell me, though...I never gave him the chance. I was able to kick him aside, before looking to the small beaten up little girl on the ground. I scowled, angered that I wasn't able to put her pretty little head on a silver plater along with the rest of them...but, I was able to escape from them with ease, leaving them to wonder of my intentions.

Getting my Hands Dirty (Duelhorn Storyline, and part of the Khamja storyline) >>

It was soon that I met a female huntress, whom refered to herself as Illua. She was quite a powerful individual...she controled the Khamja with an iron fist, and I had to say that I admired her for it. She was a no nonsense type of woman. She asked me about myself, wondering if I could help her. I knew of her intentions...I told her that I wouldn't help her outright, but I would gladly give her someone who was willing. There was a member of Clan Gully; a Gifted one like myself. Adelle the Cat was her name...and I figured that she would serve a good purpose in Illua's army.

It was then that my hands began to get slightly dirty...I was able to contact an old friend of mine. Duke Snakeheart. He ran a clan known as Duelhorn, whom he wished to make conquer all of Jylland. I smirked at the thought of letting my old friend being able to conquer this place...and I told him of the best way to enter Jylland, helping him get past all of the paper work with perfect ease. Well...little did I know that was a bit of a problem. I ended up doing all of this...too perfectly. Saddening, but I was certain Snakeheart would be able to manage. He had the Night Dancer, Alys the Encouseled, and Maquis with him, so I had high hopes.

I didn't relly do much during that...I mostly got into little spats with House Bowen, whom found me to be an extreme threat. Though, they were nowhere near strong enough...I was unconcerned. I knew that I was in the running to win this goddamned world over, and that was that. I wanted nothing more than to shed the blood of those whom I thought should die. Cold of me yes, but it was my life. I deseried to live it as I damn well pleased. During this, I had yet another battle with the five of those brats...Montblanc, Meiza, Blanch, Avaritia, and Yvet wanted to take me out for good, after finding out that it was me who let Duelhorn into Jylland. Was I worried? Hah! Not in the slightest.

Though...I probably should've been. Even though they were weaker than myself, they were very much more than a bunch of rag tag misfits...they were strong enough to be able to be powerful opponents. I adored every minute of battling. Such a rush! So much could be said for these moments of my life, but I would gladly say that they were the best of my life. I was able to leave wounds of grevious proportions, and they left some on me...the adreniline rush was extreme. I would've almost passed out, if it wasn't for my will to fight. I was on a roll...but, the battle was soon cut short by the Arrival of House Bowen, and Clan Gully...and even some of Duelhorns turned around members. I knew that I was bound to lose...so, I merely fled, after delivering a grevious blow to the White Mage Blanch. I was just simply happy to get at least one kill in on that day.

Though...that is about it, now that I recall. All I remember is hearing of Illua's death after trying to open up a rift in Zellea, the Forbidden Land. Sense then, it's been the same mundane routine...

REASON. My reason? As a Paladin, and much less a Gifted...I want to be certain my powers do not become my end. I've been able to live for so long due to these powers...but, I've never been able to find anything worth fighting for. Sure I can work missions, and am I powerful headhunter in my own right, but what is there to live without something to live for? I want to decimate the strong! And I want to kill the last five of those damned beings for good!

I FIGHT FOR The World of Ivalice; Judgemaster Cid, Duke Snakeheart, Illua, and others against the vile being only known as Marche.



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




★ thεrε ωas a Simply Divine God of War.


APPEARANCE
Well, my appearence is not that of normal Hume. My hair is an extremely light rependition of blond, and dark blue eyes. My skin is rather fair, and I am somewhat petite looking for someone of my caliber. I am about Five Foot Two, not making a fight for my cause any easier. In all retrospecs, I look like a teenager.

Though beyond that, my look is that of a warrior. I wear a headband of gold and sapphires on my head, helping to block my bangs from my eyes. I wear a somewhat ornate armor over myself that is black and white, covering my 'feminine' and 'masquline' parts well enough. I also wear a large royal blue and gold jacket, as a show of my status as one of the best. I also wear somewhat armored, somewhat laced socking over my legs, and what many call 'Ninja Tabi', or a ninja's alternative to shoes.

The sword I hold is one that manifest my powers completely. It is black on the inner parts, while white and sharp on the outside. I hold it in a black and gold hilt on my back, keeping it nice and secure until I need to draw it for battle.

PERSONALITY
Moral Event Horizon

This is something that Axletia walks the line between with just about everything she does. She frequently walks the line between a Complete Monster and a Smug Snake. She completely feels that anything and everything she does is right; no matter who gets killed. She will gladly kill anyone and everyone who gets in her way, save for a certain few allies. It's kill, or be killed out there to her. Anyone is expendable, and she gladly will use anyone to her advantage.

A God Am I

Being one of the Gifted, and being of both genders, Axletia is absolutely convinced that she is a perfect being. She is incredibly prideful about her powers, and is the farthest from soft spoken with them. She likes to kill, and she believes she can get away with anything she pleases. She might be a Nihilist in some view; except she does it all mostly by choice, rather than by religion.

I Am Not Left Handed

From Nobody to Nightmare

Humes Are Bastards

Dark Action Girl // Dark Magical Girl

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 it livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

Marche I ******** hate you! You vile, vile being...I want you beyond dead. And so help me god, you will die at my hands, and my hands alone! Count on it!

Montblanc You wretched Moogle...you not only betrayed Ivalice by trying to help that brat destory our world, but you even recruited those to your ways. I cannot stand you...I want you dead.

Yvet An absolute c**t, if you ask me. She has so much pride, though she has the strength to match. I want to disembowel her, and strangle her with her own entrails.

Meiza Lover of the above...and so ******** defensive. I want to kill you, again and again. Death is too good for you.

Blanch Hahaha! How does it feel to have your blood spilt on the ground, and not even being able to heal yourself? Such a healer of your renown should be able to heal such a basic wound...you poor, poor dear. [/sarcasm]

Avaritia Little brat...her powers are too good for one of her kind. A human child with powers of the mind...it baffles me. I may actually want that little b***h dead most of all...and I want to kill her in the most painful of ways.

Judgemaster Cid I owe just about everything to him. My life, my sword...everything. Though, his betrayal shocks me deeply...so, I will not hesitate to kill him.

Duke Snakeheart An old friend of mine. We are one in the same, in many ways. We seem to have our own agendas, but we both know when to help us reach our own goals.

Illua Foolhardy girl...you had everything in the palm of your hands! and yet you let it all slip away from you...I can't even believe that you could be so foolish.

Clan Gully/House Bowen Both clans are my enemies...I cannot stand their nature, fighting under the laws. Ugh.


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 darkness AND god-complex AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A Devil in Sheep's Clothing.





❝ "How it breaks their hearts, that I have made an art of desicrating their sanctuaries." ❞

[Titty McNipples]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Call my bluff and I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Fortuna ) ) ● ( ( a lady never tells. ) ) ● ( ( Goddess ) ) ● ( ( Lady Luck ) ) ● ( ( birthday ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON. WISH/REASON FOR BEING IN THE GAME.

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



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




★ thεrε ωas a (girl/boy/man/beast).


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

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

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

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

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

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

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



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




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


LOVE ME HATE ME.

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

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
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BIOGRAPHY. (summary in 'voices in my head')

The Rat, The Race and Fate <<
The Jade Emperor, having ruled Heaven and Earth justly and wisely for many years, never had the time to actually visit the Earth personally. He grew curious as to what the creatures looked like thus, he asked all the animals to visit him in heaven. I was one of the treasured cattle of his son who came to be the God of music, light and healing. In Greek Mythology he is called Apollo. One of these treasured cattle would be given the responsibility an the honor to see the Jade Emperor. There was a race, in which I was the swiftest. To plow the field, in which I was the strongest. There was an obstacle course, in which I was the most endurant. My only fault lied in the fact that I was so small and short-horned. Apollo, renowned for being just and fair, loved his bulls and heifers equally. Knowing I was the most capable in the herd (and knowing the Jade Emperor would be against me being an undesirable steer) he sought his half-brother, the lame God of Technology, Blacksmiths, Craftsmen, Artisans and Volcanoes Fire. To keep with Greek mythology, I'll tell you his name was Hephaestus.

Hephaestus kindly fashioned me a fine helmet and armor. I looked magnificent and powerful and the armor weighing down on my back made me that much more powerful. I was prepared to visit the Jade Emperor and followed the parade to the palace. Along the way I united with my dearest friend, that horrible Rat, and asked her of her best friend, the handsome Cat. They accompanied each other everywhere they went and shared food so I found it strange that they weren't together at the time.

Now, before I continue this story (and make me seem like a horrible stubborn bull holding a silly grudge) I need to tell you of the Rat so you understand where I'm coming from. Okay... so, I used to do a lot of work on Apollo's field. Moreso than any other bull. Rat and I weren't together as often as her and the Cat, and it was because I was always busy. I think she was afraid of distracting me and so she waited for a day that would never come, the day when I took an afternoon off. I would also say, 'No, it's fine! Come and keep me company, it's fine. You won't distract me.' and she would always say something like, "No, I really shouldn't..." I really really wanted to spend time with her, but I was Apollo's treasured bull and couldn't abstain from work for even a moment. I needed to shine, not just barely, but brightly. One day I convinced her to return at night before I finished working and she could sit on my back and help me see. My eyesight has always been poor. Thinking she was doing me a favor, she obliged.

It was long after the other steer dropped from exhaustion that she arrived. She climbed up my tail and sat on my back while I continued to plow. I remember that day and I remember Apollo's fields perfectly. The sky was black back then, but the full moon hung low and bright like a teardrop, so low in fact it seemed as though it could be touched if one stood on a hill off in the distance (I was never allowed to pass the river though.) Beyond the river there were fireflies and crickets. I knew it was beautiful, and I wanted to take her there. "Can you help me take the plow off?" Oh, yes! What a shocker! Bull asking to have his plow removed?! Haha.... bite me. She nimbly detached the hooks and belts the fastened the plow to me. She was always so good at using her size to her advantage. Not me though! You can probably tell where this story is heading, huh? "Hold on tight!" I said before bolting off toward the hill. I know it was on my own property, but I felt so free to be running without that plow attached to me. She must've thought I lost my mind because she asked, "What are you doing?! Won't Apollo be mad?" to which I replied, "Yeah, so?"

I bounded over the fence and stampeded through the river. I went over a small stone bridge and ascended the grassy hill with her still on my back. I turned my attention up at the moon and said (yeah, okay. I was charmingly stupid), "It just looked so low... I thought we could touch it." She laughed and eventually I laughed too. Silly me... trying to touch the moon. Now that I think about it, that was probably a really stupid thing to say. Beyond the hill was a pond sprinkled in fireflies that I never knew existed. Rat was smart when she said, "It's there too. You can touch that one if you want." I'd never seen my own reflection in anything but my water trough, and just barely. I padded over towards the water and looked at myself and the Rat on my shoulders. It was then that I discovered I had a relatively frightening and intimidating appearance. I never knew. The Rat, even though I was mean-looking, had wasted her time with me. She helped me see and kept me company and treated me no different than everyone else. yeah, I totally wanted to cry, I was so touched. If I was in the Rat's shoes I wouldn't trust me. I discovered that the Rat was so much more than beautiful. When I looked into the eyes of her reflection and she looked back down into mine and...

...I miss that. Oh! I suppose I got rather carried away. That's one of my favorite memories of me and her. We spent all night together that night, swimming and adventuring and discovering things I'd never seen before. I never knew that my eyes were closed until she opened them for me. After that night we spend more time together, but not as much as I would've liked. I was still busy, and she still had Cat. I grew to become mildly jealous of the Cat, but he was around longer than I was. I wasn't entitled to jealousy and so I set all my feelings aside and played oblivious. She was the only one I had eyes for when I was young, but I don't think she knew. I was so good at playing it cool and keeping most of my emotions in check. I was accused a flirting only once or twice. The Cat and I were decent friends and I had too much honor to get big-headed on him. I don't regret that, but I do regret not setting more time aside to be with the Rat. That's the past though. That was before things turned sour. Let's return to the story, shall we?

"Where is the Cat?" I asked my friend whose response was, "He's fallen ill and has elected to stay home." I recall saying something along the lines of, "Silly cat! Every animal in the kingdom has been waiting for this opportunity since the dawn of time!" Upon meeting the Jade Emperor he was delighted by us animals and told that he wanted to select twelve animals to represent the thirteen calender years. Each animal gave an account of its merit.

I said that I helped the farmer to plow the fields. The Tiger said it was strong and powerful. The Rabbit said it was the famous Jade Rabbit of Chang Er. The Dragon said it symbolized Kingship and Royal Descendant. The Snake said it was smart. The Horse said it could travel thousands of miles. The Lamb said it provided wool for clothing. The Monkey said monkey-see-monkey-do, and it could do whatever human could. The Rooster said its calling woke up the farmer in the morning. The Dog said it was the best friend of human and it protected them. The Pig said its meat tasted good. When it came to the Rat, she simply said, 'I am the king of the jungle!' Everyone laughed but Rat continued, 'Who do you think was the king of the jungle?' When we all agreed that the Elephant was, the Rat swiftly ran into the ear canal of the Elephant and brought it to its knees. Shamefully, I always admired her intelligence and quick thinking. The Elephant wasn't put onto the list but Rat was marked in his place. These were the twelve, but what of the Cat?

"Jade Emperor!" I spoke. "What of the handsome Cat? Strong, elegant and intelligent creatures, well-rounded and poised?" The Emperor mulled it over and assured me, "The Cat sounds remarkable! Is he as strong as you say? Is he as elegant and intelligent? Well-rounded and poised?" His attention was brought toward the oafish pig who had made a fool of himself by tasting the feast before the dinner bell had been rung. "He will take the Pig's place! Let it be known in the mortal world, that I, the Imperial Jade Emperor, shall appoint 12 animals to ascend to the celestial world. These 12 species of animals shall represent a cycle of 12 years with each animal representing a year. Any humans born in a particular animal's year shall bear that animal's mark and his strength. This representation shall be known as the Zodiac." I felt proud that I managed to get the Cat into the Zodiac race. I was a good friend, and doing so made me feel much less guilty for coveting the Rat. Okay, so maybe I was a bit of a suck-up.

The day of the Zodiac race came and eleven of the twelve animals were lined up. "Where is Cat?" I asked my dear friend, Rat. She told me, "I'm not certain." The Jade Emperor was displeased by the cat's tardiness but I told him, "No! We wait just a few more minutes! I promise you'll be impressed by the Cat." A few minutes passed and the Cat finally showed. "You were supposed to wake me, Rat!" he yowled at my dear friend. "I did wake you! Multiple times! You must've fallen back to sleep, friend." The cat was known to sleep for hours and hours at a time and so he dismissed the Rat's words as truth. And so the race began! Being stronger and faster than many of the Zodiac I never fell below fourth place. My eyesight is very poor but up ahead I saw river that seemed to have a very swift current. With my armor weighing me down, and my speed strength I would traverse this river with great ease, but the Cat and Rat were the poorest swimmers in the animal kingdom. They would be lucky to fall into last place, let alone survive.

"Yoww owww owww! My leg, my leg!" bellowed the Rat from a great distance behind me. My dearest friend was injured, I couldn't leave her behind. I turned myself around, giving up third place, to aid her along with the Cat who stood loyally at her side. Although bad swimmers, they were both intelligent. They decided that the best and fastest way to cross the river was to hop on the back of the ox. "My leg, my leg! I think I've broken my leg!" yowled the Rat. I couldn't waste time, and I knew the Jade Emperor would be able to mend the rat, so I invited both the Cat and Rat to ride on my back. "I'll bring you to the Emperor, he'll know what to do." said I. "Please, do hurry! He's in a lot of pain!" pleaded the Cat. I adored the Rat immensely back then and so I stampeded as quick as I could muster, passing many of the Zodiac on the way to the swift current river.

Going through the river I first passed the Dog who needed a good bath after a long spell, and the fresh water from the river was too big a temptation. I secondly passed the Rooster who spotted a raft, and took two other animals with it. Together, the Goat and the Monkey cleared the weeds, and tugged and pulled their raft across the river. The Horse was treading through the water with the Snake cleverly hidden on its hoof. I passed the mighty Dragon who was assisting the Rabbit who had fallen into the strong current. I then passed the Tiger who found it difficult to cross the river with the heavy currents pushing it downstream all the time. There was not a single other animal before me! Overcome with a fierce competitiveness, the rat decided that in order to win, it must do something and promptly pushed the Cat into the river. I had heard the voice of the Cat swearing revenge, but just barely. 'I vow to be the enemy of you forevermore!' "What was that?" I asked. "Oh, nothing!" the Rat assured me. "Oww! Oh, my leg! Faster, Ox! Faster!"

I had crossed the river before all other animals but the Rat jumped ahead and reached the shore first and it claimed first place in the competition. Each animal that made it to the finish line openly mocked me and I was quick to learn that my friend, my dearest friend, had drowned the Cat so he wouldn't have any competition in deceiving me. "There are eleven here! What of the twelfth?!" Just as the Jade Emperor was about to call it a day, an oink and squeal was heard from a little pig who knew there would be a banquet after the race. "Year Twelve will be named Year of the Pig!" Now perhaps the Rat thought we would be fine after that. She probably assumed that our friendship could survive a 'silly little race' but it was so much more than just a race. The outcome sealed our fates in stone and sealed mine as a fool.

To this very day, cattle are foolish and are slaughtered and eaten with such great ease. We were once worshiped and now we're only worshiped in India! Bulls were once sacred and now they're being forced into rage, tortured and taunted for recreation. Bulls were not meant for riding! We're more capable than that! During the banquet I remained silent (I would've left but that would be rude of me.) The Rat sat at the foot of the table, in the spotlight and was honored and revered by all of her tablemates. I sat at the second chair and everyone was just going on and on and on about how hilarious it was that the big strong ox who had passed them all easily lost to a teensy tiny little field mouse. I didn't find it all that funny. Occasionally I would glance over at the Rat and hope for an apology but she probably saw those looks as glares. I was hurting and simmering in a controlled rage, but I was open to forgiving her even though she really, reeeeeally ******** up... because... ehm, no reason, really.

It was selfish of me to expect an apology, but it's what I needed to move on. Closure and a chance to open up and confront her. I wanted to tell her that she wasn't forgiven. I wanted it to be about me for once. I wanted her to listen to me and nobody else, and to be heard by her. It wasn't about me though. It was about her. The banquet ended and the guests were departed with great honor, immortality and gifts. Many opted to reside in the emperor's palace, but I had to return to Apollo, to bid him farewell atleast. As everyone was leaving I sauntered past the Rat, stopped her at the door and finally said goodbye. I wanted nothing more than to punch her in the face (I regret not doing it) but I was much too pitiful. At the same time, I wanted to kiss her (blech.) Without any expression I said, "So, is this goodbye then?" That was it, and I made sure I said it audibly. There was no response. I smirked, nodded and said "Alright." turning sharply and sauntering off so she wouldn't see my face. I remember in my mind I kept repeating the phrases 'stop me, stop me, don't let me go, it hurts, don't let me leave, stop me.

I guess... sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to. You put walls up, not to keep people out but to see who cares enough to break them down. That day I lost so much more than a race...

Libra and the Stars <<
Many, many years passed and the Jade Emperor was replaced by the one called Zeus who pitied my foolishness. I was given one more chance to redeem myself. Myself and eleven shamed others were given the task to deliver a gift to Nyx (the night.) Zeus had told us that Nyx favors mischief, hides shame, spares lives and could cure us twelve of our faults. Some divine manipulations occur at night while mortals sleep. At the time I was called Taurus. It was myself, Aries the Ram, Gemini the Twins, Cancer the Crab, Leo the Lion, Virgo the Virgin, Libra the Balance, Scorpio the Scorpion, Sagittarius the Archer, Capricorn the Sea-goat, Aquarius the Water Bearer and Pisces the Fish. Initially, I was extremely fond of Libra... Her outgoing, gregarious nature was entirely opposite to mine. She was so diplomatic and could easily manipulate me with a little love, a little persuasion and some convincing logic. I was guarded with my feelings though. Ever since that Rat I didn't know if I could trust anyone. That damn Rat really [/******** me over.

Now... Aries. Libra and Aries were cardinals. They were two of four hinges holding the mission in place. Aries was first. Everything depended on him, and where did I stand? Second! Again! I was second to Aries. You can probably see why I loathed him so immensely. I was his direct subordinate. Aries was always in a hurry and had to do everything right then while I, on the other hand, took my sweet time to fully understand a situation, form a definite opinion and then, take a particular course of action. Each time Aries failed I reacted with an 'I told you so' attitude, sparking fights across the sky. Aries often refused to listen to my reasoning, but Libra was the balance between us. Libra was exceptionally attractive to Aries. Her effortless beauty and social graces were what Aries secretly desired and I knew this. I hated it.

As long as Libra stood between he and I things ran semi-smoothly... until he insulted me. I was always a bit 'sensitive' about the size of my horns and his were longer and more magnificent than even Capricorn's. "What did you just say?" I snorted at him to which he responded, "Are you a bull or a heifer?! I can't tell!" I don't recall what happened afterward. I don't even recall what happened beforehand. I blacked out and began charging aimlessly, destroying everything I could push my 'short horns' into. I singlehandedly destroyed what we had wasted so much time delivering and littered the sky with glittering fragments of glass and luminous stone. There were too many shards and it would take over an eternity to retrieve them all. Yes, it's because of my carelessness that Nyx isn't as dark as she once was. I've littered garbage across her night's sky and for that, Zeus had to punish all of us. We were stationed on each planet, each given areas of the sky and were responsible for picking up each and every fragment until the end of eternity. Good going, Taurus.

I had one last chance with Libra considering she and I were both ruled under Venus who would make certain we were clearing our quadrants. Every day I told her that I was sorry and every day she assured me it wasn't my fault, but it didn't make me feel any less guilty. Hundreds of years passed and I began to 'go crazy.' I knew Libra and I weren't an item but I felt entitled to her. She told me she was drawn to my sensitive side and passion and so I assumed she loved me. If it makes me seem any less guilty, she toyed with my heart. The years can make one feel horribly lonely and I just so happened to be around. My Libra was forced to make the best of a bad situation. I was deceived. Libra even convinced me to clear the stars whilst she went out to stretch her legs for hours and hours on end. Stretch her legs over Aries... I was jealous and possessive, and with good reason! I confronted her about it, finally, and as kindly as she could muster she admitted to me that we were 'nothing more than friends' and I just... agh. It was my own fault, but I felt so betrayed. I gave up on love altogether and continued my work clearing the mess I made. All day and all night I toiled away. I worked so hard and traveled so far from Venus that I was no longer aligned with my constellation.

Drawn to Darkness and Lucifer <<
I descended so far into darkness, there wasn't a single star left to pick up. I thought quite a bit of Rat during these times and allowed my grudge to fester into an intense loathing that fueled me. Not only did I crave revenge against her and all who have wronged me, but I wanted to cleanse the galaxy of any who were even remotely like her. Liars, women, and humanity in general. There could be only one, and I wanted it to be me. If it wasn't for that Rat none of this would have happened. I would've been a good little bull, obedient and kind, never once touched by darkness. It was because of her that I was surrounded in shadows.

I steered myself aimlessly through the darkness until I fell, down, down, down into the Underworld. I wasn't a shade passing through and I was neither dead nor living, so attention was called to me by Hades himself. Some call him Lucifer, some call him Satan, but way back in the day he was known across the galaxies as Hades. There are many tales on how Lucifer came to be, but because I was traveling the sky for centuries I knew not one. I was blissfully unaware of the fact that he was 'evil.' I didn't see him in such a way. Lucifer asked what I was doing in Hell and so I told him that I held a grudge from being deceived and that for centuries as I mocked as an idiot and was given a chance to redeem myself by delivering the stars to the night and ended up screwing that up as well. Lastly, I told him I traveled through the darkness for thousands of years until I stumbled into his world and would offer any of my belongings for a place to rest. For one reason or another, he obliged. I was allowed to reside in the Underworld for as long as I desired and made good acquaintances with Lucifer.

I didn't see him as evil. How could he have been? He was one of the few who showed me genuine, unselfish kindness over the centuries. Lucifer ushered me into holding onto the grudge and harboring the feelings of darkness until I accepted them as my own. To test my devotion and loyalty toward the darkness, I was given a labor. My task was to devour the Cretan coast on land, and so I did. When the sun has reached my constellation, it has passed over an area that the ancients referred to as the sea (the region from Capricorn to the region containing Aries.) A bright red star that many thought to be evil, and one of the brightest in the galaxy, split into two and fell from Nyx onto the Earth, and bore a hole all the way into the Underworld. Currently, it sits in the center of the Earth and gives off an intense, unbearable heat that the shades would have to become accustomed to. I think Lucifer might've brought the star down, but I'm not certain. It gave off a dark aura and admittedly, I quite enjoyed it. It was from my constellation and so I was entitled to it. One of Lucifer's disciples was kind enough to fashion me a fine set of rustic horns using the heat and molten liquid from the fallen star. I wore them over my short horns and they fit like a glove.

Without wasting too much time I took my escape and stampeded into Crete. I emptied much of my anger and hatred onto Crete and destroyed as much as I could. My horns were massive, sharp and still hot. I forced them into buildings, brought people down with them and tore mortals apart like paper. I counted. One, two, three, four... twenty-two... forty-nine... I killed so many. None could take me down. The power I held was phenomenal and the terror I could instill in mortals was what fueled me. That and the grudge I continued to hold. The massacring went on for many years. After receiving permission from the king of Crete, who was happy to be rid of me, Heracles/Hercules was sent to capture me. I did a number on him but he ended up coming behind me, strangled me out and sent me to Athens to be sacrificed. I was set to be sacrificed to Hera, but she hated Hercules, and refused me (thank God!) and so I was released into the wilderness of Marathon. I was actually relatively happy in the wilderness. I was trainquil and quiet, but remained undisturbed for only a few weeks. I was captured once more and this time I wasn't lucky enough to survive.

Those who captured me were followers of Dionysus and were to offer me to their King in a sacrifice. Some wore animal pelts, some were painted in blood and many reeked of wine. Other Gods preferred clean sacrifices, but Dionysus encouraged mischief... how unfortunate for me. I wanted to convince these morons that I was neither dead nor alive, and that they were making a mistake but I couldn't speak their language. They threw me down over a stone slab and used heavy hammers to bludgeon cold metal stakes through my ankles, wrists, elbows, knees... anywhere they could to keep me from moving. I wailed and thrashed to the best of my abilities but being smacked with that hammer at the base of my spine was enough to cripple me. They used their hands and barely sharpened objects to slice at my flesh. I was still alive. It took an eternity for their dull, primitive instruments to split my tough skin but they managed. Once an opening was made they tore at me with short fingernails and ripped me open to choose their offerings. Even then, I was still alive. I could feel hands inside me, tugging and pulling. They tore flesh from muscle and scraped away useless fat with their fingernails.

I was unable to die, but I might as well have been dead. I was on the stone, semi-hollow, and left out to rot. This was an eternity of agony. Occasionally, birds and other critters would come and scavenge on my remains. I did the only thing I could; I pleaded to my patron God, Apollo. His treasured calf was in need, and so I pleaded and pleaded so hard I gave myself a headache. It took seven hundred years for my prayers to be heard by Apollo, but he came along with his twin sister Artemis who was the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness. Apollo has been variously recognized as a god of light and the sun; truth and prophecy; archery; medicine, healing and plague; music, poetry, and the arts; and more. It was his healing that saved my life. Artemis and Apollo removed the stakes from my limbs and set my broken bones. The huntress Artemis replaced my organs with those of the Calydonia boar while Apollo fastened them securely and sewed me closed so well that I don't have a scar to show for it. When I could finally speak once more I asked him for wisdom and he told me, "Play the game for more than you can afford to lose... only then will you learn the game."

"Apollo, I want to come home... Please, can I come home with you? I don't want to do this anymore." I asked. He shook his head 'no' and dispersed with his twin sister back home... without me. I wanted to be that little calf again. That one he raised lovingly. I was weak and sick of the world that had been so cruel to me. I wanted to give it up and go home. I wanted to try again. I wanted one more chance, but I was refused.

My Beloved Scapegoat <<
I was desperate to return to a place where I felt safe and tranquil, the Underworld, and I wouldn't rest until I was back with Lucifer in a place where good and evil didn't matter. I bucked back and forth and stamped on the ground, crumbling all ground my hooves made contact with. Pounding against the Earth so desperately made me that much more powerful. A few centuries passed of me boring into the Earth. I focused intently on destroying the ground and me being an Earth sign and all, I discovered that rock and ground had a fondness for me. I discovered the extent of my own abilities. I had always been able to sense vibrations through the ground, but now it seemed I could do so much more. The ground was in my control, and it's been that way for all eternity... I only just discovered it now! Adrenaline and raw power coursed through my veins as I destroyed all I could bore myself into, creaking great fissures and eliminating all moisture. I brought up walls, cliffs, shaped the Earth, dug, bore down into and destroyed until I created the massive canyon that is now referred to as 'the Grand Canyon.'

I burrowed down through the stone until I finally returned to the Underworld. Now it was time to return to Lucifer and see what he remembered of me. Times had changed once more and the Heavens were controlled by one called God who disdained Lucifer immensely and had him exiled from 'Heaven.' I sympathized and asked what could be done. He soon learned that the more souls that came to Hell the more powerful he became. If I could help him, he could help me. It made sense, did it not? I scratch his back, he scratches mine. He was the almighty Lucifer. God limited his power severely, but if there was a way to gain it back (and if I happened to fall into his good graces) he could take me to the top! Finally, where I belonged. Lucifer and I were one in the same. Eh, well... not quite, but I liked to believe we were. It made my grudge that much stronger because I held his grudge as well. I pounded into the Earth, stampeding and breaking the stone that kept the molten star safely contained. Liquid fire burst from the ground, quakes shook cities, tsunamis struck, and mudslides took lives (half of which ended up in Hell.) I was the King of Disaster, and it felt damn good too.

Recently, I was responsible for hurricane Katrina which took a sad 1,836 lives. Pity. Not as brilliant as my underwater quake in Sumatra back that killed more than 225,000 people and caused billions in damage. My finest work was in January 1556 where I took a good 830,000 lives out of China from a single quake. Boom! Boom! Bam! I was bringing civilization down easy and souls were pouring through the gates of Hell. The man ended up revamping what was once so dreadful and made it bearable. He worked his a** of to make the place nice and relatively comfortable. I admit, it's a little dark and I miss the natural sunlight... but it's the best that can be done beneath the surface. My home was his castle and I had never been happier. Okay, that's a lie. What I should've said was, 'and I would never be this happy again.'

Over the years I had my long metal horns filed down to a comfortable size and constructed a new, more realistic, pair from bone. Things were going smooth. I didn't have to be up Satan's a** at all hours of the day anymore, I could wander freely and shape the world as I pleased. Finally, I had moved on from the Rat. I had so much other hatred festering in me. I hated the humans for what they did to me, I hated the Gods and Apollo for not allowing me to return home (if he'd let me return home I wouldn't be the Bull you see today, so I should thank him), I hated Hercules for pulling me from my pedestal, I hated Venus for babysitting me for all those years and not allowing me to rest, I hate her for knowing what Libra was doing to me but not saying anything. Venus (Aphrodite) was the ruler of love, she should've been able to spare me. I hated Libra for not loving me like she was supposed to, I hate Aries for stealing her from me and instigating me into a rage. I hate the stars I littered onto the sky, I hate Nyx for requesting such a foolish gift and I hate Zeus. I hate God for not sparing sinners. I hate the Jade Emperor for starting that stupid race, I hate both Zodiacs, and I thought about it more and more until I realized I hate the Rat and more than anything, I hate myself.

I disguised my self-loathing and forced it back onto the Rat, where it belonged. I traced every horrible thing that happened to me back to the Rat. She is more than a scapegoat. It's her fault entirely. I knew it was unlikely that I would see her again, but I swear that if I did I would make her suffer. I would keep her alive and (relatively) well while I torture her. Piece by piece I would show her what's been done to me. The exile, the betrayal, the loneliness, the punishment, the torture and the agony. I don't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she's made me crazy, but if I do... I bet by the time I'm through with her I'm going to hear that apology. At long last, she will finally say 'goodbye.' That goodbye I've been waiting for for almost 13 billion years. She'll say it and beg for my forgiveness before I put her in the ******** ground. YOU HEAR THAT, RAT?! THAT APOLOGY IS SOUNDING PRETTY GOOD ABOUT NOW, ISN' IT?! I'll ******** DESTROY you!

A Punishment Set in Stone <<
The universe wasn't meant to be ruled by one God, there had to be many, that's the way it worked. Because of the many transitions in Heaven the mortals were confused. Were there many Gods? Was there just one? Was he black? Was he white? Did he have a Son? Did he favor Jews? Was he a woman? I'll tell you about God and what God thinks. Lucifer knew better than anyone. God thinks all blacks are obsolete farm equipment. God thinks the Jews killed his son and must be punished. God thinks we should all convert to Judaism. God thinks we must all be Christians and God thinks we should all embrace Islam. God thinks the only true religion is Hinduism. He thinks all people like you are evil, an embarassment to creation, self-righteous, judgemental, first to throw the stone and use His name for your own protection. God thinks puppies need to die and babies need to drown. God is neither good nor bad. He is you and me, no better, no worse. Only difference is, he's sitting up there in a fancy chair.

I hate people who blame the Devil for their own shortcomings and I hate people who thank God when things go right. I hated humanity and people in general. Talking with Lucifer and watching the humans on Earth made me sick and filled me with a rage and disgust that wouldn't subside. It wasn't just the Rat I hated. It was everything. It was around a time of War and destruction when I asked him, "I'm not doing anything this time. The Earth is standing still and they're dropping like flies!" He shrugged in a self-assured sort of way and said something along the lines of, "Yeah, I know. It's an easy job." I was astonished. I didn't know what he meant (I'll play the dumb card again) so I asked, "You're the one making them do that?" He responded with, "What? Pft, no. God is." Oh, but at the time I liked to think I knew Lucifer. He must've helped. He too held a grudge that made him powerful, and I sympathized with this. Our general hatred of things is what brought us together. Originally we were nothing alike, but I was being reformed by the cruel hands of fate. The devil gave off an aura and comforting glow that invited me into darkness and I couldn't have been happier.

Alright, so we were buddies. As time carried on I became less of a 'brick' and opened up more and in turn he became less of a boss and more of a colleague. I was never a fan of authority, and I'm sure he understood that. We'd drink every now and then and I would smoke occasionally (really calmed me down) and we'd do a Hell of a lot of gambling. Lucifer and I are both horribly sore losers and you'd think that would make a game less fun, but actually, it was quite the opposite. He'd throw down a good hand and I'd say something kind and mellow like, "THIRD ROYAL FLUSH IN A ROW? YOU CHEATING SON OF A b***h." and he would say something like, "Don't hate the player. Hate the Game." in that smooth, composed sly little voice of his that just ticked me off so much... and then I would threaten him. As time wore on I ran out of decent threats and began making them up. It became a trademark of mine. I remember one time I said, "So help me, I'm going to smack the grease out of your hair! Three aces four times in a row?! ******** you!" ...and then chairs would be thrown and tables and cards...

I never could beat him, haha. I just couldn't cheat like he could, not that I wanted to. It's my lifetime goal to beat him in something though. I think he has too much pride to throw me a bone, and I have too much pride to accept any pity. It's a good thing though. We had s**t tons of fun together for couple hundred years. Sometimes we beat the s**t out of each other and sometimes we hated each other, but any spats we had ended with us laughing and laughing about something stupid and pointless. We couldn't hate each other as long as we were hating something else. It was the best! I felt like a King. I was as close to Kingship as I could get (literally) and it swelled my head up big time. I even fashioned myself a nice set of long horns, I'm talking MASSIVE, out of the bones of sinners. Hitler, Stalin, Dracula, Osama, Mussolini... These horns were beauties. I wore them proudly and started to do a Hell of a lot of weight lifting too. I was always a powerful son of a b***h, but I maxed myself out to the peak physical shape. I was in the top of my game, and for no reason. Just to better myself. I hated sitting idly and needed something to do and something to work on... why not myself?

I made myself that much stronger and pushed all of my limits. I pushed my body and my abilities to their breaking points. The heat down in the Underworld made me work so much harder. Lucifer's enlightenment made me wiser. The wounds and beatings I endured made my skin thicker, but it was Rat who made me a fighter. Harder, better, faster, stronger! If only Apollo could see me! Apollo and all those ******** up in Heaven! I only wish there was someone who could've made me a bit smarter. After a night of heavy drinking (a binge drinking contest that I was clearly winning) someone had the idea to ******** Heaven up and shove a stake up that self-centered p***k God's a**. Probably the same someone whose powers were limited by the Almighty himself. I'm certain I said no a few times, but then he dared me and called me a little chickenshit loser so I had to. I wasted no time in trudging into Heaven (and upon arriving I was finally sober enough to do some damage.) What happened next would be my ultimate downfall, my final collapse and the outright most stupid thing I did in my entire life.

This was Heaven, and it was so damn pretty too. Using my nice long horns I bashed and destroyed what had been quite recently constructed and brought as much as I could into ruin. Anyone who passed was appalled that anyone would dare destroy the new buildings that the Zodiac had worked so hare to construct. Zodiac. When I heard that word mentioned I broke down completely. My petty vandalism and mischief turned into rage and blind fury. I don't remember anything but the emotion and sting of past wounds being ripped open and memories flooding back to me. If I could destroy these stupid buildings I would be indirectly hurting the stupid, ******** Zodiac as well. Each time I destroyed something I would shout, "and this one's for you, ____" and insert a name. "How's that, Tiger?", "Take that, Monkey!," "Eat this, Pig!" Lastly, I reared my leg back and focused every ounce of my rage and power into a blow that would've devastated the planet had I been on the ground. "AND THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, RAT!" and stomped onto the ground with all my might.

Nothing happened. I bucked forward onto my front hooves and pushed all my weight into my back feet, stomping and kicking furiously in an attempt to break the ground. This is the last time I can say 'I'm a stupid bull.' The ground in Heaven... it isn't a mineral nor is it mineral-like. How was I supposed to know? I mean, it was in the sky and all... but... stupid, stupid, stupid. I knew I'd been defeated, and more than that, I was robbed of my final blow. That quake was for especially for the Rat. I wanted her to feel it... but it was nothing. Because I had drawn attention to myself, I would be apprehended in no time. I was a threat, a nuisance and I had no escape. I didn't care about destroying the rest of Heaven, I just wanted to get the Hell out of there. I couldn't go through another punishment! I couldn't deal with yet another torture! With an excess of emotion pouring down my face tears, if you ain't poetic I charged as fast as I could to find an escape. I knocked down anyone I passed and pierced quite a few with my horns. Needless to say, it was pointless. That was the end of the line.

"Now I am a stone statue decorating a fountain in one of Heaven's busiest squares. I'm a monument in dedication to Taurus, to the Zodiac Ox and to God's great power. I sit there with all my shame exposed, so easily touched and marked. Scrawled on my body are the words 'idiot', 'fool', 'shame', 'useless' and 'traitor' and chiseled into my side is the word 'LOSER.' My long horns had been broken off during a vandalism and left absolutely nothing... I might as well be a damn cow statue! It happened so fast. I couldn't stop it and now I can't be saved. Apollo? Libra? Rat...? Lucifer? ....Someone! Someone please save me! Wake me up! Can anyone here me!?!"

... and Drosselmeyer heard me.

REASON. 'Play the game for more than you can afford to lose... only then will you learn the game.' said Apollo. I am here to play, I'm here to learn and I'm here to win. Drosselmeyer will write a story and for once it's going to be about me. Although I feel no regret, I know where I've wronged. When this is done I want a clean slate. Forgive what I've done, and what I'm going to do. I'll do anything for the victory.

I FIGHT TO WIN.



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

[Titty McNipples]

got too long... continued.

★ thεrε ωas a big, bad bull.


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Tauros is a bull, plain and simple. He represents and resembles and and all bulls (minotaurs, scaly bulls, larges bulls, small bulls, pit bulls.) He has a beautiful complexion and dark bronze skin, complimented by orange hair that never ceases to capture the eye. His hair is lustrous and smooth like a horse's mane and he has the same hair around his hooves and tail. His adorable bovine ears are weighed down with gold earrings. Tauros has fantastic pecs and a full, rock hard, six pack (well deserved, too! He worked his a** off.) If you're into hands, ladies, Tauros could be a hand model. You'd think that they'd be rough and callused but the bull's palms are extremely good for massages. ;D ...or punching your ********' lights out.

This bull is very, very undesirable for one reason. The one thing that all the ladies look for in a man comes up a little short. Very short, in fact. His horns. They're laughably short. Roughly three inches long and that's the reason why he never got any ladies back at the field. Apollo didn't even bother castrating Tauros because he knew the bovine wouldn't be interested and 'hornier' bulls would be him to the prize. You didn't think I was gonna say horns, did you? You thought I was talking about that. ;D Well, in the pants, Tauros is ridiculously well endowed. Does the phrase 'hung like a bull' explain what I'm getting at here? He's packing ammo. Ladies, don't even try unless you've been around the mulberry bush and stretched yourself a bit. Grease yourself up, for the love of God. No virgins, kthx. Tauros will do his best to 'be gentle' and get his lady all extra warmed up, but he's a bull. If he gets a little too aggressive you'll be in a wheelchair by morning.

Now back onto horns. Tauros compensates with three pairs of horns that have been fashioned to fit over his natural ones. They usually stay in place but sometimes for extra support he'll use paste, clay or powders to secure them. His first pair was fashioned from the molten material that came from the earth's core (a smoldering, evil star that fell from his constellation.) They're a beautiful gold, shiny, pointy as hell, hot to the touch and are absolutely indestructible. They can do some damage, but were very heavy so they had to be filed down. Now they're mostly for show but he can still rip you a new one with 'em. His second pair are normal, realistic horns fashioned from bone. They're longer and sharper than the first pair, but are nothing special. His third pair are a MASSIVE set of long horns that were crafted from the bones of sinners (Hitler, Osama, etc.) during a power trip. They're long, curved forward, sharp, and very dense. When Tauros is wearing these don't piss him off and make him charge at you because these horns have damn good range.

Q. All these pictures look a bit different... what's he look like? I'm confused!
A. Tauros is a bull and much more. He's an immortal, he's natural disaster, he's the stars in the sky, he's a representation of an entire species, a wandering spirit, and a representation of an entire group of people. That being said, he has no definite shape. He's a bull and all that entails. Minotaurs to anthros, he does it all. Tauros doesn't change forms in a bright flash of light or in a musical dance sequence. He is or he isn't. You might find yourself walking next to him, only to turn your head and sees that he's taken the form of a bull on all fours. Hand something to his hoof and you might find him grasping it with five fingers. Irritate him and you might find yourself facing the minotaur. He's indefinite and sporadic. It all depends on his mood so watch his shape. He will sometimes mimic the form of others (become more humanlike after fondly touching a human.) Tauros sees himself as a bull no matter how he is portrayed. On rare occasions, if he's feeling tranquil, he'll take on the appearance of a young bull and graze for a while. (note: keep an eye on the 'form' portion of his post style.)

PERSONALITY
He is rather volatile. A strong and resilient person. If something doesn't go his way in life, and he hes failed, he has the strength and courage to even pluck his own eye out. He has a strong, flaring temperament, so if someone messes with him, he is inclined to attack them with all he has. He is clear on the paths of right or wrong, and he knows where he is headed. He doesn't get distracted, and he means everything he says. Sometimes, he can be a bit harsh on expressing yourself, but he thinks people should learn to get over the truth and move on with their lives. People respect him, and he respects those who respect him, so it's all good.

- W O R K
When Tauros has something in mind and is pursuing a goal, nothing can make him change his mind. He's BRAVE and knows how to stay COLD-HEARTED when he faces off difficulties. He is HARD-WORKING and PERSISTENT, and can stick at a task longer and go at it harder than anybody. Tauros tends to classify almost everything into two basic categories, bad and good. He holds up his HIGH STANDARDS as a model and severely judge those who don't aspire to maintain these same ideals. He is capable of FEARSOME RAGES, therefore, it is better not to cross him. Ever. He has a remarkable memory and is good at reporting on absolutely everything he observes. He is STUBBORNand dogmatic, believes in his decisions and will never regret. Behind this tenacious, laboring exterior lies an active mind. Taurus can seem RIGID, obstinate, and slow but fears neither responsibility nor risk. However, sometimes he must labor long hours to accomplish little. His physical stamina combined with his mental ALERTNESS is a distinct advantage when it comes to completing any task at hand. In fact, He can often be seen patiently working away long after everyone else has dropped from sheer exhaustion.

- F R I E N D S H I P
Tauros often finds that those who are close to them fail to understand them. Nevertheless, he can be PATIENT and caring and that makes him the best friend you can ever have. Even when angry the Bull will tolerate and show MERCY to those who are weak, mentally deficient, or those who can remind him of himself. If Tauros doesn't like a setting or the company he's with he will remove himself unless it's considered RUDE to a decent host. He's BLUNT, brutally honest, in-your-face, a born leader and a risk taker, but he's not entirely smart. Don't confuse him with being ignorant though! He's DUMB but he isn't stupid. Tauros does have a few positive aspects in regards to friendship. He can be SWEET in an awkward, RECLUSIVE sort of way. When he's being kind to you it's difficult to tell at first. He doesn't do touching so if he extends physical contact that's a big step. He's the absolute farthest thing from graceful. He's charmingly oafish and CLUMSY. Tauros is both selfish and SELFLESS. Generally patient and thoughtful, he measures his words, and will speak clearly and concisely often when it matters most. He is horrendously stubborn, but also stubbornly LOYAL to those he loves.

Tauros is the one of the farthest from 'SENSITIVE.' He's not entirely heartless. If you're near Tauros you'd best suck it up and quit being a b***h because he can't help you (especially if he doesn't like you.) He doesn't TRUST anyone and doesn't work well with others but will join with another on pursuit of a common goal. He strives to be the very best and will do anything in his power to shine and climb to the top of the ladder. To many's surprise, Tauros is HONORABLE and will not trick or deceive anyone. Honor, TRUTH and INTEGRITY are his code. He holds no regrets and will often abstain from lying. Tauros's word is as good as gold. When he makes a promise he will try his hardest to uphold it. He is a born DEFENDER. When he sees someone being tormented or beaten (especially if the victim is weak or displays an inability to defend him/herself for whatever reason) he will attack. REVENGE is immediate, sometimes EXCESSIVE. There are no gray areas evident within his narrow scope of vision, and often only sees things as good or bad. He is never easily PERSUADED by a clever argument.

If the Bull just so happens to show you sympathy or warmth, don't rub it in his face. He won't hit you but it's AWKWARD for the self-proclaimed 'King of Disaster.' He doesn't know how to respond to thank you's and finds it extremely difficult to apologize (but will if things are his fault.) He doesn't like it when people stick around, especially if it damages his BAD REPUTATION. He's not really a CONVERSATIONALIST, but he is OUTGOING. Tauros doesn't understand complicated jokes and often times has to be instructed/guided into laughing. Whether he holds a good conversation or not depends on who he's speaking with. If you can make him laugh or smile you've done well. He doesn't convey emotions in his facial expression well and always looks INTIMIDATING. His emotions are extremely guarded and well managed. It takes a lot to get him to open up but if you do you may not regret it. He will be your defender, your savior and absolutely, wholeheartedly loyal to you. He will never tell you a lie and will put you and your feelings before his own. Depending on your character it may be very dangerous to attempt to befriend Tauros because if you break that bond or deceive him (which he's PARANOID about so chances are you might end up deceiving him with a misplaced glance) you'll feel his WRATH eventually. Tauros can hold a GRUDGE for 13.2 billion years.

- R O M A N C E
Tauros isn't the ROMANTIC type, not since Libra. He prefers being SINGLE. Secretly, he's a HOPELESS ROMANTIC and if you get him sweet on you it's easy to make him blush. He doesn't hold many people near and dear (and very well thanks to the Rat) but if he did he'd become easily JEALOUS, skeptical and POSSESSIVE. He wants a one and only. His standards are insanely high, but he isn't entirely SHALLOW. He's always looking for that perfect person but believes that someone is not loved because they are perfect, but are perfect because they are loved. What he craves is someone who is FAITHFUL for a balanced, stable relationship. Marriage, kids, a home, and love. His perfect person is the one he will love dearly, but he's not looking very hard. In fact, he's avoiding LOVE altogether. Why waste time opening old wounds when there's revenge to be had?

SEX is a completely different story though. The Bull doesn't appreciate being hit on like a drunk chick at a bar but does appreciate people who are forward with him. He's UNPREDICTABLE and what he looks for in sex varies depending on his mood and the girl in question. He doesn't like shy girls who beat around the bush and aren't certain of what they want but he finds them cute and charming. Sometimes he'll hit on a woman and sometimes he'll SNAP if one dares to look at him funny. He will undoubtedly sleep with a woman who CHALLENGES him. An upfront whore who thinks she can tame the bull is always a treat. The shorter the skirt means the more likely they are to be able to 'ride the bull' and not need a wheelchair afterward. If asked for sex STRAIGHT-FORWARD and with confidence Tauros will give an equally straight-forward and confident response. Either yes or no, there is no maybe (although a no can be turned into a yes.) If asked for reasons, he'll give them. The Bull is an OPEN-BOOK when it comes to sex but a closed case when it comes to love. Let me remind you again though, he's VERY unpredictable. Everything depends on the approach.

Now, these girls aren't allowed to stick around afterward. Love for a night, and that's it. The bull is a very good lover but he finds it very, very difficult to KISS someone he has no feelings for. In order to warm his lady up he does whatever he can. Tauros tries to be GENTLE, but when he's challenged he can get a little rough. Mad, PASSIONATE, aggressive, emotion spilling... and PAINFUL (depending on experience.) If he gets ROUGH and isn't stopped or admonished, chances are you're a goner. He wants to go a little CRAZY but will keep things slow and gentle if he's told 'yo, chill out buddy.that hurts.' He'll seize any open he's given, so don't bend to him. He can appreciate a woman who tells him exactly what to do and how to do it. Give and take orders, DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION. He lets it all out. If you want to ride the bull, go for it. If you want to be his special someone, chances are that sex will completely destroy your shot at love. Unless, of course, you're the Rat. With her it's nothing but pure SEXUAL TENSION.


- E V I L & F A U L T S
STRONG-MINDED, stubborn, individualistic and does not take kindly to being told what to do. Tauros's negatives include a highly COMPETITIVE nature and his tendency to overwork until a task is complete. This particular Bull happens to be very BITTER about defeat. He's not as intelligent as others. In fact, he's quite SLOW and cumbersome. Because of Tauros's low intelligence he can be EASILY DECEIVED or tricked and upon discovering he's been fooled he's prone to rage. He can be IMPULSIVE, reckless and DANGEROUS and will sometimes act or speak without thinking things through. Tauros isn't very good with INSULTS. Over the years he's used up all the good ones and now finds himself spurting whatever comes off the top of his head, especially when he's ticked. The bull adores casting humorous THREATS and watching as people continue to cower before him. He could wear a dress and people would still be terrified of him. He's very rigid and doesn't fear risk, labor or responsibility. His high standards are unreasonable, but he has the patience to wait until his demands are met. He's always up for a CHALLENGE and will rise to overcome any and all OBSTACLES.

When I said Tauros was prone to fits of RAGE, I wasn't lying. He gets real mad real fast and it doesn't help that he is very EASILY OFFENDED. He is usually very guarded, takes his time to fully understand a situation, forms definite opinions and then takes a particular course of action... but when he's angry his mind becomes clouded and his final decision is that much easier to make. He can go into a BLACK OUT rage instantly. He prefers not to be defeated but can understand when he's losing (once again, he's dumb and not stupid.) When his mind is clouded in EVIL or his EGO is exploded, he can sometimes get a little carried away and excessively BRUTAL. Usually Tauros kills honorably, quick, painlessly or without dirtying his hands but when things go wrong he turns into a MONSTER. He's here to win and he's the King of Disaster. Go ahead, make him angry. Send him into a rage and he'll make you regret it. He will TORTURE you, mutilate you, tear you apart and grind you into paste using nothing but his horns, his hooves, his two fists and the ground you stand on. When Tauros gets nasty it's difficult to see that there's any GOOD in him at all.

PARANOID. Paranoid. Paranoid! Tauros thinks the entire world is out to get him him. To look directly at him is to unintentionally mock him. If you dare snicker for any reason he'll think you're challenging him. Unless you're his pal, he is completely NO-NONSENSE and INTOLERANT of 'fun.' The party don't stop 'till he walks in. Tauros is always WORRYING about something or DWELLING on hatred of one thing or another. He masks his inner turmoil with an air of confidence. He holds his head high, displays great CHARISMA and outgoingness and compensates by kicking the a** of anyone who DARES to cross him. Grab the bull by the horns? Go ahead. Grab him by the horns and watch what happens. At first he BLAMES his faults entirely on the Rat. It's her fault he can't open up, it's her fault he can't trust anyone, it's HER FAULT for everything. Deep down, he knows that's not the case. He fears he can't open up because he's just going to ******** everything up. He thinks he's only going to let everyone down. He will hurt you. He will make you DESPISE HIM. He hates responsibility and being gifted with trust, so he casts it all aside before he wrecks anything.

Once Tauros comes to a decision he's very ADAMANT about it. He knows that in this world the only one that can be trusted is himself. If you piss him off he will chase you down forever until he hits you good and hard. Hit him once, he'll hit you twice. He will never give up and can hold a GRDUGE forever (obviously.) Tauros is MEAN, duh, and has a bit of a POTTY MOUTH. He will always be a SORE LOSER and an obstacle unlocked might create an immense complex. Tauros is generally good... but for the sake of things he's been playing the role of a VILLAIN for many, many, many years. ...Fine, I'm not going to lie. Tauros is usually pretty wicked, vile, nasty, SPITEFUL and awful, even though he's a good boy at HEART (deep down.) The POWER and the thrill of being feared is a damn good feeling. The King of Disaster is a fitting name, and he's grown to love it. He's self-assured to the point of ARROGANCE. If he feels he's not given a proper amount of respect (or just for the sake of it) he will bring one to his knees and force them to bow. The KING! It has a nice ring to it. No more playing nice. Nice guys finish second. I'm not gonna lie to you, this b***h is a ******** PSYCHO. He thinks he's won this fight, but he's only lost his mind.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS

skills/talents

Tauros is an absolute ******** powerhouse. He can bench press a maximum of 325 pounds, can squat 495 pounds and can deadlift double the amount he benches. He can lift the most weight on the back of his shoulders, or back in general. He can pull a truck using a set of chains and drag weight using only his mouth. He isn't easily held down in one place. His legs and hoofs are more powerful than his arms, but he still exhibits enough upper body strength to punch a good sized hole into a wall. Not only is he strong, but he has high stamina and endurance. He keeps going long after everyone else has dropped from sheer exhaustion. In his minotaur form he is physically unstoppable and can lift any mass with ease. In bull form he's pure muscle. You won't take him down easily.

Tauros doesn't spot lies better than anybody else, he's stupid. The fact that he doesn't trust anyone makes his relationships difficult. He believes that when things are too good to be true, it's because they are. If you lie to him he'll declare "DON'T YOU ******** LIE TO ME" and catch you off guard. If he catches you in the act a few times you'll begin to suspect he's a mindreader, but really he's just paranoid. The truth is revealed when he claims you're a liar after telling the truth and refuses to change his mind.

Tauros only fights using his horns, his hooves, his two fists and the ground you stand on. If that's not enough, so be it. He won't have it any other way. The bull has no weapons in his possession. You don't want him to have a weapon... he's a wee bit touched in the head, you see. He honestly doesn't need swords and daggers to rip your entrails from your body and spill your insides out onto the ground.

The Bull is immortal. No, this isn't a good thing. He can still feel any and all pain. Crippling him will do just that. Incinerate him, destroy him, sever his head, disembowel him, fatally injure him. You can still claim a bead from him, but it won't be as simple as a single gunshot or a puny little stab wound. The Bull can literally keep going until there's nothing left. He'll fight until he's long past dead. To kill him you don't 'hope for the best' or 'get lucky.' You have to think 'what's it going to take to destroy him.' (Tauros may be gifted with death if Dross sees it as fair to both him and his opponent.)

powers/abilities

>> King of Disaster
tsunamis
earthquakes
mudslides
avalanches
earthquakes
volcanos
geysers

>> earth sign/bending

● earth & stone levitation
involves levitating nearby earth and stone of numerous sizes
and propelling them at foes by punching or kicking motions.

● rock shield
a levitated slab of rock can also double as a shield when positioned
in front of Tauros. This can also be performed as a slab or sheet of
bedrock thrust out of the earth's surface. The shield can be hurled
at the opponent for a quick retaliation.

● earth sinking
can forcibly sink his opponents into the ground, imprisoning them
or even suffocating them in earth.

● earthquakes/fissures:
striking the ground with feet, fists, or hammers creates localized
earthquakes or fissures to throw opponents off-balance.
This same process can be used to sculpture a landmass or to slice
large chunks of rock clean off a surface to create avalanches or rockfalls.
Tauros can make very narrow fissures for precise attacks.

● earth block
can bring up blocks of earth, and launch them at their enemies.

● quicksand
turns the ground to quicksand to immobilize an enemy, or catapults
into the air and softens the earth to ensure a safe landing.
He can also do the reverse of this, compacting sand together to create
harder projectiles or a firmer grip on the ground.

● rock slide
If Tauros is near a cliff or mountain, he can cause many rocks of a
multitude of sizes to fall down on his opponent.

● earth wall
can create walls of earth, which can be used for both
defense and offense, and practical things, like construction.

● rock gloves
he covers his hands in small rocks then projects them at a target as
bullets or compacted fists to bludgeon the opponent. A more refined
and favored method however is to use them as detachable hands,
maintaining the hand shape and literally grabbing and restraining
the opponent from a distance.

● earth launch
Tauros likes being rooted to the ground but can quickly move rock
beneath him and launch several tens of feet into the air,
whether to catch airborne opponents or to travel faster.

● earth compression
to compress large chunks of rock into smaller, denser chunks,
or to compress several smaller chunks into one big piece of rock.

● water filtering
he can purify polluted water by removing the pollutants and
setting them aside.

● dust cloud
By shaking the ground back and forth,
he can create dust clouds of various sizes.

● earth wave
create a wave of earth that he can ride on and use as a form of
transportation. Can also force a wave of earth outwards,
and use it as an extremely powerful offensive attack.

● seeing with his feet
able to sense vibrations through the ground, "seeing" by sensing
his surroundings and making a mental image of it. It allows for a
360 degree field of "vision", outside of normal line-of-sight. To operate,
the user needs direct contact with the ground, preferably without
something like shoes in between. It only works on earth-based material,
including metal- practitioners cannot use the ability on non-earth
grounding like ice. Having poor eyesight, Tauros uses this technique
to navigate the world.

weaknesses

poor vision - dichromatic (colorblind) and exhibits an inability to see from the
corners of his eyes, he has to completely turn his head to get a full view.
That's why it was easy for Hercules to come up behind him and strangle him
right the ******** out. He has great difficulty seeing at night but will feel vibrations
through the ground to sense his surroundings.

earth connection - his powers are firmly rooted to the ground
he stands on. Removing his any substantial distance from the earth,
such as in the air or on the ocean, strips him of his ability to bend.

metal and wood - Tauros's bending abilities can be negated by securing them within
a metallic barrier, separating them from any contact with the earth. Wood,
contrary to the Western notion of earth, cannot be subject to earthbending
because it isn't a mineral nor is it mineral-like.

reliance on the lower body - earthbending is at its strongest when the feet/body is
in direct contact with the ground, enabling him to transfer his kinetic
energies into his bending for fast and powerful moves.

black-out rages - tunnel vision, extreme adrenaline but lacks good judgement
(obviously.) He'll kill anyone and everyone standing in his path. If you're a
friend and he just so happens to hurt you he'll likely put the blame on your
shoulders. It's best not to cross him during a black-out rage. Or, any rage
for that matter. During a contained rage he will ask those outside the fight
to 'back the ******** away' or 'move, b***h.' He's a real sweet guy. When he
gets angry watch out for him charging at you, throwing things, yelling,
changing his form, calmly putting on a new set of horns or generally making
a scene. There's no correct way to handle him when he's angry. Walking
away will piss him off more, challenging him will wind you up dead, insulting
him will instigate him further. The best thing to do is use his rage and lack
of clear judgement to your advantage, like a matador. He might tire himself
out... eventually. Don't show fear. Be commanding, crack a whip and
tell him stand down. Fear replaces anger. A warning shot may calm him.
The key is to outwit and outlast him.

he's an animal, stupid - how many bulls do you know that have the
ability to read and write? what about math? bake a pie? Exactly.
Because he has hooves he's not a very quiet walker. On dirt maybe, but not
on tile. He can't really sneak around.

no weapons - Tauros doesn't use weapons. In fact, he scoffs at those
who are so simpleminded to take lives with firearms and technology. Nature
is a beautiful thing and can kill as good as any gun. The bull isn't weak because
he has no firearms, but the bullet has always been mightier than the fist.

guns/whips/fire/noise - All farm animals fear these things. A gunshot or the
sound of a whip will instill fear in Tauros and may even cause him to freeze completely.
The downside is, these noises may also startle him and send him into frenzies which
are equally as dangerous as his rages. He shows his fear through anger (like a man.)

LIKES
Tauros SMOKES and DRINKS socially with his old pal, LUCIFER and that's about it. He has a strong connection to NATURE and sometimes enjoys a bit of GRAZING (even though he's not completely fond of the taste of plain, ol' grass.) He loves the FREEDOME of RUNNING as far as he can possibly go with nobody stopping him. Tauros likes to keep occupied with work, tasks, LABOR or weight lifting if he has nothing better to do. He likes when his work is appreciated (or when he's APPRECIATED in general.) Tauros hates the stars, but he can admit they're beautiful. Not nearly as beautiful as a big, full MOON hanging low in the sky. He's always loved the moon and FIREFLIES, the Bull is much less likely to fight or get angry at NIGHT.

The only God Tauros appreciates is HEPHAESTUS and he still has the helmet portion of the armor he was given. He doesn't need the armor though. He much prefers raw POWER and instilling great FEAR into people. Tauros is the King of Disaster because of the countless NATURAL DISASTERS he caused. Earthquakes, tsunamis, mudslides, volcanoes, etc. He doesn't have to impress anyone, but he still prefers wearing his FAKE HORNS over his smaller pair. On a clear head the Bull usually kills (those he has no hard feelings with) honorably and rather quickly without getting his hands dirty, but when DARKNESS takes over he gets brutal. When he really hates someone he likes to put their insides on the outside, just like what humans did to him so many years ago. He likes to think of horrible torturous ways to kill THE RAT and has a pretty extensive TORTURE list thus far. He also likes to think of HUMOROUS THREATS and insults that only he can get away with saying because he's so fearsome.

Tauros strongly pities and sympathizes with the MENTALLY ILL. Although they're not immortal they must suffer their own eternity mentally ill. Their single life is the only one they have. In the same sense he pities the RETARDED. In his eyes, they can do no wrong and have no faults other than what God has given them. They are innocent. He occasionally has SEX with the right women. He's relatively shallow and his standards are reasonably high. A woman has to have a right approach and it all depends on his mood. Other than that, he hates WOMEN and men equally. He loves to HATE things because he is a douchebag. Tauros prides himself on winning, being the best and being the King of Disaster. WINNING especially. Oh, and KILLING. And being KING. Alright, so Tauros has a lot of GOALS. He'll achieve them all.

DISLIKES.
Tauros's biggest dislike is quite obviously THE RAT. He believes the root of all his problems is the Rat. His has a strong dislike/fear of GOD and his power. Because he fears the power of the Gods he also has a strong dislike and distrust of DROSSELMEYER. Every time he looks up ito the night sky he is reminded of his past mistakes. The Western ZODIAC, Libra, Aries and the STARS that are littered across the once black night's sky. The Bull dislikes not having a permanant name, so he calls himself Tauros. He was once called Ox, Oxanna, La Roux, Taurus, Red Bull, etc. Tauros dislikes HUMANS and all who wander the Earth. He sees them as spineless COWARDS who hide behind FIREARMS and kill themselves senselessly. He hates the things humans created and their TECHNOLOGY , guns and their excessive momunments to themselves. Guns, WHIPS and loud noises instill fear in the Bull and cause him to either freeze or go into a frenzy. He hates those who eat cow MEAT, especially in front of him. Those are his brethren!

Secretly, Tauros's biggest dislike is HIMSELF but he covers it up with confidence. He hates HIS HORNS and compenstates with three fake pairs he wears over them. Sometimes they detach, but rarely. The Bull usually dislikes dirtying his hands with blood. When in a calm state of mind he will fight honorably... except when he's LOSING. He will do anything for victory (with the exception of LYING or deceiving anyone.) He hates being MOCKED and being called an idiot, retarded, loser, dumb, etc. He's paranoid so a strange sideways glance may very well be enough to send him into a fit of rage. He dislikes being instigated or people who have the audacity to walk away from him. He dislikes people who are LAZY/don't work hard, have low standards or poor confidence. Tauros hates making mistakes, hates when others make MISTAKES, and not being able to complete a task or reach a goal. His goal is to win, and he will do anything to ensure that he's victorious. Do you think you're tough enough to bring down the Bull?

Arrogant, condescending people really grind his gears, along with COWARDS and weaklings, but he also hates the people who are tough. Strong, dominating people who can ADMONISH HIM with CONFIDENCE, put him into his place, BREAK HIM and forcibly cause him to become submissive. The people who crack whips and use branding irons, cut a bull's mane, starve them and do whatever it takes. Tauros doesn't want to be at anyone's mercy. He's not a SLAVE. He's free. Your guns, whips, noises and strong voices will shake him, possibly TAME HIM, but will never break him. He hates the people who DON'T SHOW FEAR... it takes away all the fun. Tauros doesn't like being treated like a horse (REIGNS, saddles) and doesn't allow many to RIDE HIM. Allowing himself to be broken and tamed is like accepting DEFEAT. Oh, and before I forget to mention this, he hates people who use big words and flaunt their INTELLIGENCE. Sometimes he'll use BIG WORDS but occasionally he doesn't understand the meanings.

HOBBIES
All of Tauros's hobbies include KEEPING BUSY. He hates sitting idly. He lifts WEIGHTS and does CARDIO to a point of exhaustion. The Bull works on causing NATURAL DISASTERS like volcanoes, tsunamis, earthquakes, mudslides, etc. If it's on ground he can bring it down. He PEOPLEWATCHES and comments on how stupid and horrible humanity is. Tauros's main hobby is doing all he possibly can to 'keep THE FIRE inside.' Stay angry and hold the GRUDGE so it fuels him. Something to FIGHT for makes him stronger. With the help of Lucifer and people watching he continues LOATHING things and dwelling on what needn't be dwelled on. He SMOKES when he drinks, DRINKS when he gambles and GAMBLES on occasion. He likes WINNING (but can't beat Satan for the life of him!) Tauros will NEVER turn down a challenge or dare. Even if it's humiliating.

FEARS
Tauros fears LOVE AND COMMITMENT because he fears getting his HEART BROKEN. He fears saying the wrong thing. He fears coming up short, NOT BEING INTIMIDATING and having everyone laugh in his face. BEING MOCKED. FIRE, being burned and cooked up like a cow. BEING SACRIFICED again, just as before, where his insides were hollowed out. He fears BEING UNABLE TO DIE. What if he were to become crippled and his immortality would be the reason for AN ETERNITY OF SUFFERING? He doesn't want to BE ALONE forever. He fears guns, firearms, WHIPS AND LOUD NOISES and will sometimes freeze completely at the sight of A GUN. He fears being broken/BEING TAMED like a Rodeo bull or a bull for riding. He fears the people who are brave enough and confident enough to dare try to BREAK HIM. He fears the powers of THE GODS and divine punishment. PUNISHMENT especially. He fears emptiness and NOTHINGNESS. Losing, BEING DEFEATED and being eliminated from the Game. What does DEATH feel like? Does it HURT? Surprisingly, Tauros has a lot of fears though he doesn't show it.



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




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LOVE ME HATE ME.

Rat I was more fond of you than should have been and it clouded my mind, I suppose. For the zodiac and the victory you betrayed my trust and sealed my fate as an idiot. Meanwhile, every thinks you're oh so clever and cunning... Whatever love we had for each other has been laid to rest now. What goes through your mind? I want to hurt you. Your kind are nothing but vermin, and yet... I can't stop loving you.

Apollo You were both my parent and my mentor. Everything I did was to bring you pride. I know I was your favorite even though I was the smallest (and had little nubs for horns.) I departed, but when I wanted to go back home you refused me without any reasoning. What did I do wrong that couldn't have been fixed by you? I would've done anything. ******** you, Apollo. I hate you.

Jade Emperor ******** you and your stupid little race... /grumbles.

Cat One of my friends. Whenever we caught up with each other we always had a good time. I still hold fond memories of you and miss you dearly... I feel semi-responsible for what happened to you. The more I dwell on things, the more guilty I feel. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't think of you any more than I have to.

Libra I tried my best to feed her appetite and keep her coming back to me every night. We played love like it was a game and pretended to feel the same for each other but then she would turn and leave me over and over again. I thought it was love, she thought we were 'just friends.' Thanks for the sex, I guess. I wish you and Aries the worst. Oh, and speaking of Aries...

Aries The stars are mainly my fault, but you played a large part in instigating me. If I ever lay eyes on you again I will tear you limb from ******** limb. You won. Congratulations, big man! You got the girl, the stars, the planets. I hope that everything is treating you well. If I could shake the skies I would've brought you down so many years ago.

Lucifer Ha! My old friend (or, I'd like to believe we still are.) You're the only person who I allow to taunt me and instigate me without harboring any hard feelings afterward. Perhaps I should hold a bit of resentment about that little 'dare' but I don't. That was mostly my bad and the fault of that stupid, ******** God fellow.

God Your power terrifies me. I loathe you but I'd be smart if I were to never cross you again. One day I'll burn this whole world down and you'll come crashing down with it. I await that day.

humanity Just continue killing yourselves. Is there any good amongst you lot? At the rate you guys are going Hell may need to expand its walls. I hate you all. Show me you're not all spineless filth.

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


THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
story summary and playlist

You want the voices in my head? I'll give you every single ******** voice. Way back in the day I befriended a Rat and a voice in my head insisted that she would be loved . As long as she was there I was never alone, even if I was invisible. I was bleeding love, all for her. Then her true colors showed when she took my place as first during the Zodiac Race. I wanted an apology for having been deceived, but I wasn't given one. I wanted to go and even though yet another voice was shouting 'please don't leave me!' I exiled myself.

She became an obsession, another voice, that fueled me into becoming the bull. She could have been all I wanted, but she wasn't honest. Even with a new set of Zodiac, I was paranoid. Everyone was mocking me, but Aries was the one who opened his mouth and spoke on the Western Zodiac's behalf. I lost it and littered across the dark night's sky what you humans refer to as 'stars.' That got me into a lot of trouble. I was set to spend an eternity picking up the stars with Libra who confused my heart more than it already was. She used me up and bled me dry. I closed myself off completely, not that it matters.

I pushed away and traveled through darkness for many, many years until I found myself falling in the black. I wound up in the Underworld and met a man named Lucifer who too had been wronged. He helped me hold my grudge and made me headstrong. He was my newest voice. I cast the blame and traced my faults back to that Rat. As the years passed I suffered more than you can imagine. I let my hatred fester into something unimaginable. I was captured by Hercules, tossed aside and sacrificed on Earth, my body was left hollow and dead. I reflected on what I've done, and when Apollo came to piece me together I asked for his forgiveness and his mercy. He refused. I should thank him though. He and all the others made me into a fighter. They awoke the sleeping giant.

I returned to the Underworld though a dead canyon I created (the Grand Canyon) and called Lucifer my friend. I lived there as the King of Disaster and bettered myself for centuries. I shook the Earth and caused quakes, tsunamis, and mudslides, taking the lives of millions. I'm the cause of Natural Disaster, which is why I call myself the King. One day, I lost it. After a binge drinking contest with Lucifer I was dared to vandalize Heaven. I did something terribly stupid and tried to bring Heaven entirely into ruin. I was no match for God's power and he had me encased in stone. I can't defend myself against vandalism or the words that they carve onto me. I've sat here for one thousand years dwelling on the hurt, and now I'm ready for revenge once more. I'm ready to return my King's throne. I'm here to win and I'll burn this whole world down if I have to. I'm never going to be 'myself' again. I hate that person and I hate who he's become. Drosselmeyer's writing a story and it's gonna be about me.


MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Titty McNipples ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF bitterness AND time AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF AN unbreakable grudge.





❝ Out of the ashes came a tempted vengeance. I am focused. I seek redemption. All they've done is make me stronger. The sleeping giant is asleep no longer. I am free, I'll stay free. If need be, I'll die free. ❞

[Gambits_girl]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I ain't nobody's paωη. ❞

★ ( ( Dresden, the cold one. ) ) ● ( ( 280 in your human years only 25 in mine ) ) ● ( ( spirit being ) ) ● ( ( Male ) ) ● ( ( July 14th ) ) ★

My Voice

(it's the command voice not the characters.)

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BIOGRAPHY
I am what you can call a spirit walker, yeah yeah some of my kind only turn into their animal they are bound to spiritually.Some times they can portray their animal to walk beside them. I can't. Something is wrong with mine, I guess something is wrong with me, when I was born something happened. I was born to a small family as a pact between two families, that is often looked down up on by our gods. Our kind is meant to mate for love and nothing else. My mother loathes my father. She had me for the sake of her family, they would have been wiped out if she chose otherwise. He loves her, I think, or he used to. Also, he hit my mother a few times while she was carrying me in her womb. The night I was born was a stormy night, a bad omen. I was born in my human form which is uncommon for our kind. My mother was worried for me, she coddled me so much. The village elder would have me put to death, he was going to if I had not become my spirit animal by the time I could walk. It was the ceremony all of us understood, when you can walk you can change. I didn't walk until I was two, my mother let me walk in our home but she feared losing me that she never let me walk outside. When I did walk and I changed people began to fear me. My spirit creature was half way grown at me being only two years old. Very very rare for our kind. They made me the guard when I was 6.

I am the guard of my home. I am somewhere in a cross between a rat, a dinosaur and a human being. I am not sure what I can really call it. My own mother, although grateful for the strength it provides she still shuns him. She loves me to death but she hates the hideous rat beast I become. I have killed many intruders in my lifetime. No outsider has ever seen our village and lived to tell about it. I like my spirit being. I don't see anything wrong with him. My mother was a panther, and my father was a stallion. Both powerful beings, not that it mattered in comparison to the my inner beast, he once told me his name. Probably the rightful owner of this spirit, he calls himself Atkin. He tells me things, he can really only talk to me when I am using my spirit form. His voice is deep and yet comforting, like it was meant to be my voice. He knows me better than I know myself. He told me once, the village was using me, I was foolish and believed him.

That night, I massacred my whole family, the whole village, women, children, when I came to myself I realized what I had done. I just cried and I could hear him, he was in my head now free to speak to me whenever he wanted. I held my mother's broken form and cried. She was still alive some how and she clawed my chest with her last bit of energy and cried out, "Get away, GET AWAY YOU MONSTER!" My own mother, she feared me. How could I have done this, flash backs still haunt my mind, I have slowly lost my human side. Whenever traveling I prefer my spirit beast. He didn't let me remember for a long time.

Since then the flashes of memory happen every time I sleep. I rarely get enough from the terrible nightmares of what I have done. I regret most of my life, I can honestly say that I have done few good things in my life. Of those are when I was in my youth, close to 110, about 16 in our lives, about 50 years before I would kill off my clan, I was allowed to take 4 years and live with the real world teenagers. It was fun, sometimes, but it was something all of us did so we would gain the intellect we would use the rest of our lives. Yes in our clans we learned the basics, reading, writing, math, currency, even a few languages if you had a big clan. But the thing we lacked was outside communication. A few normals lived outside the clans preferring the company of humans. We as children would stay with them through 'high school'. I liked it, I learned how to really survive there, the social survival. I had it easy though, being an exchange student was to my advantage.

It was there I learned about the way humans interacted. In our world a greeting is a hug, stranger, new clan member, it is always a hug. Humans and their personal space. We use the hug to distinguish scent, part of the beast side. So it was in this high school, I had my first crush, freshman year late January. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes, they were blue enough to be a spirit child. Some of us when born out of a clan do not change, but they still possess the creature, we hold a strong favoritism to them and often become trainers, you know, the ones that never get hurt with the animals, it is because they feel safe around us knowing that we understand them. I was so sure, I would help her with everything she needed, I was her partner in science and one day she was talking to me and she called me 'boyfriend', Oh I was in heaven when our lips met. She and I were so cute, although she did strange things that until later I wouldn't find out the true meaning of. She would sit with me at lunch but she would look over at this foot ball player. I never took much mind to it. At least I didn't until I saw him talking to her. I though he was cornering her the way he stood over her like that. I actually growled and my eyes changed in front of him. He called me a freak, Jena was her name, she saw it too. She was scared of me too. I was transferred from the school to a different one, one where they hadn't heard of the freak who growls like a monster.

I was foolish to have another love in my life. Much much later though, maybe the years made me forget the pain that my first love gave me. Her name was Eve, Oh how I loved her so, I loved her so much. I dated her from college, this would be able 40 years after I killed my clan. It was hard to remember things once I blended to the human world. I would never be allowed into another clan so it was be human, or be an animal. I tried the animal thing for a while, it didn't work, I was hunted for my strange, man like appearance. So I took the money that was in the bank from when I killed off the clan. It was a small fortune. Close to 5 million I think, it's been a long time. But I decided to spend my days in college, that way I could be around people and learn but not be noticed when it takes me a lot longer to age. I was in a biology class, s**t I could have taught it. I was talking it to get up my grade point, I needed it to get into another college. I was working and there she was, Eve.

I couldn't believe my eyes. She was like an angel, she had long brown hair and grey eyes. She was slender and she had a large pair of- ahem. She was a curvy woman and I found her quite attractive. I worked up the nerve to talk to her and I asked her out on a date. Oh I fell in love with her on that date, I wanted to make her my mate but, it would be to soon because from the smell of her hug that night she didn't love me. I managed over the course of the semester to woo her enough to marry me. I'll spare you the details. We were wed 3 years later. She was wonderful, I thought our marriage was perfect, although she one day even though we had the money and nice cars, she begged me to get a job, said I was mopey and bored around the house. I agreed and got a construction job, little did I know while I was drilling a well, my neighbor was drilling my wife. I noticed his smell in the house right when I got home. She told me she was showing him the house and a leak in the sink. I stupidly accepted it. I would find his smell everywhere about 10 more times before I told her I was going to work and I drove my car down the road and ran back to the house. I of course was using all the stealth I could. I was in the bushes about two hours before he came over. I saw her pull him into a kiss and they lustfully began to strip while walking in the door.

I waited for a moment before walking in the back. I was silent and walked to the bedroom hearing her moan like that to him was more than enough. I blasted the door off the hinges and it landed across the room. They both gasped at me, he had the nerve to tell me to get the ******** out. I grabbed the b*****d by the hair and ripped him off of my wife. I then slammed his head so hard into the wall I put a hole into it. I looked to my wife.
"Why?"
"You were at work an-"
"YOU SLUT, YOU TOLD ME TO GET THAT JOB SO you could....so you could ******** him. "
My rage was too much I grabbed her hair and I pulled her close into an embrace actually. I smiled and I threw her against the wall, I hit her, much harder than I should have. I have never hit a woman, but damn it she not only deserved it but she needed it. She called me a monster like her father. I started to laugh.
"A monster you say. I was saving this for when we were going to have kids. As a warning."
She seemed confused, but before her eyes I changed into Atkin. I stood there waiting for a response. She for a moment did nothing, almost as if she was just trying to grasp onto the fact I just changed into a beast. But she never screamed. She stood up for a moment, calmly walked to the bed side. The man was waking up but he soon fainted at the sight of me. She looked at her lover for a moment, she seemed to be gone when she did. She took the hand gun from the drawer and put it to her head. Before I could move she shot herself. I walked out of that house and have never looked back but the memory of her dead eyes as she pulled the trigger, It is one of the worst of my memories.


REASON I wish that I could find a purpose in my life..

I FIGHT FORChaotic evil.



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★ thεrε ωas a Beast


APPEARANCE
[X].[X] My eyes change color from time to time. Sometimes they are red, sometimes they are grey, sometime green, it changes from my mood, very common in my kind. Makes it harder to lie about something. I am about 5'10. Not very tall unfortunately. Although it doesn't matter I don't fight in my human form anyway. My rat beast is about 10' 11". He has armor though it looks like it is made from some for of stone, it isn't it's bone from another animal, it has fused with his body over the years and grows with it. the spikes on the armor are sharper than some knives I have been given. The cloth is his decency. Although a animal he feels shame and hides his nudity. I don't blame him, I prefer clothes myself.

The spikes are fast growing when broken, they are a hardening bone, the more they are broken off the harder they become. His mouth is about a foot and a half long with 52 razor sharp teeth. He has about 6000 lbs per square inch of pressure in his mouth. He can easily break a human in half with his mouth alone. He had life with his arms one ton of weight (2,000lbs) he can lift it over his head, not that it is easy. He has claws that are sharpened daily to maintain them. they unlike human fingernails are made of bone instead of keratin.


PERSONALITY
I am what some people could call a disappointment. I have never been positive and I am a rageful hating person. I rarely take the blame for my own actions after all I have an alter ego inside my head. I tend to be unwilling to listen to people and their problems because it is just another burden in my mind. If I choose to help you it's because you have done something to earn my attention. Whether I find your power worth keeping around or your appearance amuses me. I have my reasons, but I am not what you can call a nice guy.

When it comes to the snake like beings you humans call women, I don't like them nor do I trust them. I may do a one night stand but it better be shut up an ********, love hasn't been in my heart since I was married. So don't think I plan to stay and snuggle afterward. I like some men. I am very very picky about everything, from my appearance to my food. I am what you can call old fashion. I like to wear suits and I prefer to be clothed and wearing shoes.

Sometimes when I feel human, I guess that is the term. I just feel lost, sometimes fear grips me. I can't explain this feeling and I am unsure what I am fighting for. If you ever see this side of me, consider yourself lucky. I haven't felt like this in many a year. If you can break me to this point, you've won me. You have either won my full trust or you have won my heart, not that it is a prize worth the effort to win.

POWERS/SKILLS/TALENTS
Transformation:
It can be at will, not that it takes really any effort anymore. It used to. But it is now a snap of my fingers and like a magician smoke appears around me and I step out in my rat beast. Not really impressive to me anymore.

Strength:
You don't honestly think that something of this size is weak do you? He can lift a truck over his head and throw it, he is like an elephant.

Speed:
Surprisingly enough he is very fast. When on all fours he can reach up to 50 miles and hour. He although being as large as he is can not make sharp turns. However if I am fast enough, not always, I can change back and change my body direction and when I do I will be able to make a much faster turn.

Human super strength:
I can't lift like my creature but I can lift about 1000lbs over my head without having huge biceps. I have a relatively small frame.

LIKES
I like red meat preferably dripping in blood, I have high taste but nothing compares to a fresh kill. I like women with curves, I prefer colored women as well, sassy with a touch of fight in them. I enjoy a good fair fight. Maybe it's the way I was raised, it was never to harm someone unless they are a threat.

DISLIKES.
Whores. My rage. When it happens I can't control myself, what I say, what I do. I hate it. I hate myself more so afterward because I get flashes of memories. Sometimes the memories can be triggered by a smell, or a sound. Gunshots. Reminds me of when Eve killed herself in front of me.

HOBBIES
Fighting for money, honestly as demeaning as it is, I play a part as the monster the gladiators have to beat, I lose sometimes but they have to pay double to beat me or actually win in a fight. I build things, I have built many houses in my travels. I enjoy a good days work. Not that I can get a human job.

FEARS
Being studied. Like in a laboratory. It happens sometimes when members of our kind become loners. We are often in groups disguised as Mormons, seems to to be the only acceptable reason a large group of people moves around as much as we do.



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




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


LOVE ME HATE ME.

THE VOICES IN MY HEAD.
Until the end
Thanks for the memories
Breaking the habit
The new drug
What I've done

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS Gambits_girl ● ● ●



. . . SPRINKLE IN A DASH OF RAGE AND BETRAYAL AND YOU'VE GOT YOURSELF A PSYCHOPATHIC RAT





❝ So let mercy come and wash away what I've done.❞

[vicious animal]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Take a look. Do we look like pawns to you? Yeah. No is what I thought. ❞

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★ ( ( Left To Right, Chain, Lock, and Axle ) ) ● ( ( We're ageless. ) ) ● ( ( Possession Locks ) ) ● ( ( All Three Males ;] ) ) ● ( ( Who Knows? ) ) ★

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BIOGRAPHY

The Tale of Possession Locks

Possession locking was a magical power of ancient times. Very few knew it and much fewer had the potential to learn it. And only 5% of the people that had the potential tried. Three of which were brothers. Their names were Chayane, Alyane, and Loke. They were big shots at this, so they put on shows for money in which they created. In one show, their biggest night ever, they created three beings they'd regret in their future. Chain. Axle. Lock. These three were dominant in the field of battle and performance. They made beautiful shows and reaped in a lot of money off of that one show. So the three brothers kept them.

These three were created using a chain, an axle, and a lock. Which gave them their names. But one night, right before the last show of the year, Chain Axel and Lock grew tired of doing the same them and having them take all of the money. "Why you three are nothing but tools used to impress others. What would you possibly want with money?"

You know you really should pay your workers or they'll protest...

Chain, Axle, and Lock: Rage of the Inhuman Warriors

Angry the three charged at their creators. Axle hunted down Alyane. Lock chased after Loke, and Chain cornered Chayane...

Axle and Alyane

Huff. Huff. Huff. Huff. "Don't think you can hide from me Alyane." A tree was sliced down and the man cowered in fear. He got up and quickly continued to run through the forest. Huff. Huff. Huff. Huff. Axle held the man's shoulder calmly. "Alyane. Don't run from me. It's makes me sad." Alyane kicked Axle in the face and continued to run. Huff. Huff. Huff. "If you want to hide you shouldn't breathe so hard." Alyane charged right through Axle and out of the forest into a carnival.

Lock and Loke

"Leave me alone!" "Why? You would never leave me alone. All you wanted was money. When we were the ones making it." The boulder was broken and Loke flipped backwards and kept running. Loke tripped over a rock and fell down. "Fell down? Lemme help you with that." "Get the hell away from me! Lock almost punched the man but he jumped up and continued down the mountain. Toward the end Lock stood blocking his path. "No!!! Leave me alone!" Loke jumped over Lock and ran into a carnival.

Chain and Chayane

Chayane stayed back in the tent, cornered by Chain. "What the hell do you think we are?" "Like I said! Your tools!" Chayane got punched in the face. He tried to react but Chain held him down. "Bad move. Your my puppet now. b***h." Chain impaled the man with a nearby knife. "What do you want from me? You can have it. Anything." "No. It's far too late to reassure me with materials. I want you to pay with your life." Chayane was slowly cutting himself free and he ran out of the back door into a carnival.

The End

The lockers ran into each other and were being chased by the locks. They got onto the nearest ride-- a roller coaster. They were the only three on it, and unfortunately the locks spotted them. With their incredible acrobatics the took the chains out of the coaster, the axles off of the wheels, and the locks that held the boards came off. The three fell from over 150ft above ground level to their deaths. The three consumed their souls, making them seem like humans. Chain, Axle, and Lock decided it was best for them to split up across the world, so at least if one of them is caught all three won't be.

Chain

Chain caught a plane and landed from England to somewhere in the Japan. He was adopted into a wonderful family and was taught to fight with swords and blacksmith. He created a devastating weapon surrounded in chains. The jagged edges made for an easier cut. Chain and this weapon were feared by all of Japan.

Lock

Lock ran for London and made it there within a month. He knew it was close to the murder scene but news doesn't stretch this far. We was taught to blacksmith and handle firearms and explosives. He made locked grenades and surprisingly the "safety" on a gun came from Lock's idea.

Axle
Axle caught a plane and landed in the US. He was forced to enter military and was taught combat with knives, guns, explosives, and hand to hand. He's a real assassin and the only one that is still alive from a war that took place while he was there.

Reunited

Since Axle was the best fighter there and received the most medals, the government told him he could have two things that are not impossible to get that he always wanted. That day they found out who Axle really was, but he told them they would have to drop the case on the three of them and unite them. So that's what they did. Planes, ships, and trains traveled all the way to the edge of the world to carry out his request. But within a year, they were all living together again in America. They shared what they experienced, and for the next decade they lived in silence. But this. This was a chance to redeem themselves. They were reaped into a game by Drosslemeyer. The perfect opportunity to rise again as the best three warriors on the planet.

REASON. The beginning of their uprising is here.

THEY FIGHT FOR Themselves.



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




★ thεrε ωas a (girl/boy/man/beast).


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

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

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

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

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

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

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



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




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


LOVE ME HATE ME.

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

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


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

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS YOUR USERNAME. ● ● ●



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





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

[Titty McNipples]

(not planning on being this character. just trying to fix a crap character I made a few years ago whenever I gather some free time. c: )

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Bε my paωη and I caη be your Queen. ❞

★ ( ( Derek 'Chrissy' Montgomery ) ) ● ( ( twenty-one ) ) ● ( ( human ) ) ● ( ( depends ) ) ● ( ( Nov. 1st ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY Paris Hilton. Nicole Richie. Kim Kardashian. Chrissy Montgomery. What do they all have in common? They're filthy rich without ever having lifted a finger. Chrissy Montgomery is was the heiress to his father's entire fortune. Charles Montgomery owns a few large estates, thousands of acres of land, a very successful business and an extremely popular restaurant franchise. The wealthy end of the Montgomery family consists of only two. Charles and his successor and son, Derek. The wealthy Montgomerys live in uptown California with fellow entrepreneurs while others live in (hick town), Tennessee; (small town), Tennessee and (crappy place), Georgia. Charles has many workers (cooks, gardeners, landscapers, cleaners, etc.) who work at their estate and all are treated fairly with the exception of a young, attractive, semi-popular teenager named Adam/Jeeves. Jeeves is Chrissy's 'personal assistant' who suffers the torture of having to accompany the young man on any outings he wishes to take. It's mandatory that Jeeves stay at Chrissy's side and obey al commands and in return he gets paid extremely well. Jeeves lacks any and all talent and was found on a Craiglist ad where he was looking for a summer job, and so his main task is to be Chrissy's best friend for ever and ever. Now enough about Jeeves. This is about Chrissy. It's always about Chrissy.

Chrissy's raw talent and pure awesomeness remained undiscovered until his boyfriend was casted into an experimental, poorly managed, island survival reality show where 'everything goes.' That poor boy was looking for an escape but was pleasantly surprised with a guest from home. Chrissy arrived at the docks in a yacht bellowing the lyrics to 'Gimme More' by Britney Spears through a megaphone. The lines 'It's Chrissy, b***h' swept media by storm. By the next week the struggling reality show's ratings doubled with Chrissy plastered on the front cover of every tabloid. Television had never seen anyone as rude, masochistic, psycho and controversial as Chrissy, referred to by other contestants as 'twisted tranny' and 'psycho b***h.' There was not a single rule Chrissy hadn't broken. Chrissy returned home to California, the season ended abruptly but was offered a second season on one condition... Chrissy. The young man demanded that special sleeping quarters be arranged and only then, he, Jeeves and his boyfriend would return. The second season had to be canceled due to excessive nudity, criminal violence, kinky sex gone awry (which left a poor, unfortunate soul crippled), the high cost of medical care for injured contestants, contestants requesting to leave and death threats. The young transexual diva was offered tv spots (Maury, newer reality shows, etc.) but because of his swelled ego he demanded more than what could be given to him.

Chrissy Montgomery could never be forgotten, but the world had begun caring less. The diva finally settled to appear in a reality show called Solitary for a measly 50,ooo dollars if he emerged victorious. The young man refused the challenges and was sent home second, not that anyone really cared or anything. He moved from the cover of People magazine to a few inserts in Extra. Gunning for that limelight again the diva stalked the streets of Hollywood, half-expecting to be allowing in the finest hotspots where he was shooed away at the door. He tried ******** the stars, scandals, staged crotch shots and when that all failed he resorted to screaming his name out of car windows. When his boyfriend finally grew a pair and fled, Chrissy lost it (everything except his good looks and glorious money!) He grabbed his megaphone, a pretty little pistol and marched his high-quality a** to the top of the tallest building in Hollywood (with Jeeves loyally at his side.) "It's Chrissy, b***h!" he shouted over the hustle and bustle of the celebrity town before shooting a few bullets off into the air. "All you people want is more! More, more, more, more, more! I'M A HUMAN!" The b***h was calmed down by police negotiators but had finally made it back to the cover of People magazine. 'Crazier than usual?!' Damn straight, and don't forget it.

Chrissy had recaptured the hearts of millions and made an appearance on Ellen and was asked 'now, Chrissy... what on Earth-?' to which the diva interrupted, "Acting. All fake." Astonishing. On the offchance that the whole ordeal wasn't fake, that fact that he was successfully faking that it was fake was a class act. The transexual was soon offered a slot in a successful reality show titled 'The Surreal Life.' The Surreal Life is a reality television series that sets a select group of past-their-prime celebrities and records them as they live together in a mansion in the Hollywood Hills. The cast for season seven included Chrissy, Lindsay Lohan, Sir Mix-a-lot, Donny Osmond, Bob Saget, that whore from the Hills, Tyra Banks, Martha Stewart... and that's when Chrissy made the realization 'this s**t is for old washed up celebrities nobody gives a rat's a** about! ******** this!' and quit it. His next appearance on the cover of People magazine was the very unfortunate 'Montgomery.... GOING BROKE?!' Ohhhhhh HELLLLL no. No. Chrissy would rather die than be less than a millionaire. Next month's tabloids read 'Lester Montgomery to inherit Montgomery millions.' LESTER?! "WHO THE ******** IS LESTER?!" Chrissy screamed at his father. Apparently anyone in the family was a better choice than irresponsible, crude, rude, evil and horrid Chrissy who brought shame and unwanted attention to a quiet and respectable family. "No. NO. ******** THIS. That money belongs to me and you know it, you geriatric piece of ********!"

Chrissy would do anything for the money, and had even contemplated stealing just enough to hire a hitman... ugh, but then it would all go to Lester. ******** Lester. Maybe, just maaaaybe, Chrissy had to make his own money! Ew, but that would mean working. A few days later a letter came in the mail. "The Game, a reality show were you name the prize." Heh heh heh.... sounds good.

REASON "I'm jus' playin' the game, Sweetheart. The cameras love me. ...Where are the cameras?"

I FIGHT FOR myself and all who love me.



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




★ thεrε ωas an it.


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

PERSONALITY
Chrissy is unjustifiably desensitized to violence, blood, torture, drama, etc. He doesn't care about anything unless it directly involves him. He might have a few screws loose, because even the most daring of humans are afraid of something. Not Chrissy. If Chrissy can't trust someone on a personal level he won't do business with them. He's rude, he's crude, he's controversial. He has a filter, but he chooses not to use it unless it's beneficial to him. This little diva is a proud masochist and fetishist. One of the things that gets him off is putting on his very tallest and pointiest pair of stilletos, picking up a few little kitties off of Craigslist, laying them on the walkway and crushing them to death. Same applies to bigger animals. The blonde hunts humans as if their prey and seeks a challenge. Someone tall and confident to beat down into submission. Chrissy is the Queen and all will obey. He doesn't care what you are. He ain't prejudiced, he hates EVERYONE equally. etc.etc.etc.

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).





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

[Fleet Admiral Sint]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Battered cod and chocolate logs… Huh!? I caη bε a paωη!? Sweet! Hehehahaha! ❞

★ ( ( Dougal Squaffamous! But you can call me Susan. ) ) ● ( ( 92 banana! Or 81 hosepipe. ) ) ● ( ( I’m human dammit! Hehahaheha! ) ) ● ( ( I got a p***s, nener nener neh neh! ) ) ● ( ( Everyday is my birthday! Woooo! ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON. That voice in my head that time said I could have some fun here. SO HERE I AM!! Hahahehaheheheha!

I FIGHT FOR SPARTA!!! Hahoo!.



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




★ thεrε ωas a (girl/boy/man/beast).


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

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

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

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

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

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

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



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




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


LOVE ME HATE ME.

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

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


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

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS YOUR USERNAME. ● ● ●



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





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

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ Help me retreave my memories (and my heart), and I caη bε your paωη. ❞

★ ( ( My name is Erro. ) ) ● ( ( I...honestly do not know. Young, I assume. ) ) ● ( ( I believe I'm a human...but some just say I'm a demon, or a zombie. ) ) ● ( ( I know this! I'm a girl. ) ) ● ( ( I have no rememberance. ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON. WISH/REASON FOR BEING IN THE GAME.

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



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




★ thεrε ωas a girl with no heart.


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 unhappily εvεr aftεr. (Without her memories.) ♥


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).





❝ And I demand...you put my heart back in my hands! ❞

[Curious About The Sun]

no need to highlight ;u; ❝ I've beeη a paωη all my life, but I will no more! ❞

★ ( ( I am Ianua ) ) ● ( ( I died young, I believe. ) ) ● ( ( I human, I would think. Demon, Zombie, Undead...I could go on all day. Let's just say that I don't know. ) ) ● ( ( I'm a girl, of course. ) ) ● ( ( A day that became a bad omen. ) ) ★

★ oηce upoη a timε...


BIOGRAPHY. AT LEAST A SOLID TWO TO THREE PARAGRAPHS.

REASON. WISH/REASON FOR BEING IN THE GAME.

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



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




★ thεrε ωas a Keeper of Beginings.


APPEARANCE
2+ PARAGRAPHS and REFERENCE PICTURES IF POSSIBLE.

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

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

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

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

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

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



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




★ aηd she livεd happily εvεr aftεr. ♥


LOVE ME HATE ME.

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

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


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

MY PERSONAL PUPPETEER IS YOUR USERNAME. ● ● ●



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





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