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•••Mamoru•••
( The Eater of Fire and Swords...♥ )

Things are starting to accelerate into something
Never stopping always trouble bubbling
Now I think I'm getting dizzy, too much spinning
Page by page the plot is thickening quickening!
It's getting too insane
I'm trying to maintain
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, whoa, whoa whoa!

You run around!
I run around!
We're all gonna run run run around!
You run around!
I run around!
We all do a run run run around!

It is getting closer
More intense, ever spinning
Twisting turning roller coaster!
Inch by inch the gap is closing
Pressure building
Temperature rising
Higher and higher!
It's getting too crazy
I wish I could maybe
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa, whoa, whoa whoa!

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TEXT TEXT -- Matsudai, Mamoru.
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TEXT TEXT -- Mamo-chan In all truth he doesn't like his nickname but he lets his brother or the Juggler call him it. If anyone else calls him that he will glare at them and probably scare them to death, his nickname is special and is personal so he doesn't like anyone who isn't close to him to say it. Those two can call him it because they are important to him and he knows them well and they know him well.
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TEXT TEXT -- July third. His western sign is a protective Cancer. His eastern sign is a wise Sheep.
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TEXT TEXT -- He has had twenty four birthday songs sung to him.
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TEXT TEXT -- The Fire/Sword Eater.

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TEXT TEXT -- Mamoru is a rather intimidating young man, now he doesn't mean to be (most of the time anyway) but his body is built in a way that naturally scares people. He is six feet three inches and uses his height advantage from time to time to freak people out, in all honesty most people are frightened of him from his height alone. He weighs one hundred and fifty two pounds although most of it is muscle, he is built like a martial artist or a dancer with long lanky limbs that hold wiry muscles. It is probably the tall slim yet slightly muscular look that reminds people of a stray ally cat looking for a fight. His limbs are all very long, his fingers and toes and they have an oddly elegant look to them. He has pale skin, though not extremely pale that is rather unmarred and pretty very much like a cup of cream with a very small amount of coffee in it, just to add a hint of color. Mamoru has dark colored hair, a deep black that seems to be tinted with dark blue or navy maybe even shades of purple, it is similar to his brothers dark colored hair. His hair is cut into a messy loose style that falls into his face and spikes out into various directions making for a rather wild look. He can even tie it into a short ponytail from time to time but it always retains a wild look.

Mamoru has a handsome face, it is a nice shape angular yet there is enough softness to it to make it seem slightly approachable. He has a strong yet not too pronounced chin, a not too large or small forehead. Strong cheekbones that are softened slightly by his cheeks which are surprisingly soft and easy to poke. Mamoru has full lips that are a dusky dark rose color and often seem thinner then they actually are because of his habit of biting them inward and frowning too often. He has a strong nose upturns slightly in a way that is not cute more noble looking. He has serious dark blue/amethyst colored eyes that are almond in shape and narrow into a serious looking stare. These eyes are laced by long thick eye lashes that are dark and create heavy stares, his eyes brows are well defined and sharp looking. He has average ears, his right ear is pierced once and his left ear is pierced twice. All in all he is good looking, handsome bordering on pretty but his face is always so serious that no one would ever dare to call his pretty or cute.

Mamoru is not like his brother who has a very classy and beautiful style, Mamoru has a tendency for picking out clothing that is rather unfashionable. He works in his clothes a lot so it is often worn down and has various rips and tears and patches. Not to say he doesn't look good in his clothes but he doesn't really have an eye for fancy nice looking things. When he is working around the circus he will wear his more trashy worn down things, pants with rips and tears that really would be better to throw away and tank tops so that no sleeves will get caught when he works. When he is supposed to not be working around the circus he enjoys wearing loose pants, jeans and other durable fabrics are his favorites for pants. His tops tend to be loose as well never confining but never so large that it inhibits movement. He isn't a shorts kind of guy and absolutely refused to wear them, he says his legs are too long for them. Mamoru's clothes will at times hint at the classy looks his brother gets into, dress shirts and pants with ruffles and ribbons. Sleek looking silk clothes that have ancient Chinese and Japanese flares to them. When he works out on stage his outfits tend to be darker and more form fitting, provocative pieces of fabric that wrap around his body alluringly. Mamoru tends to wear darker colors, with the occasional whites, creams and lighter shades thrown in. He will often wear what his brother tells him to and is rather indecisive when it comes to clothes.

TEXT TEXT -- Since the picture below doesn't really explain how Mamoru looks when he transforms, this will. His hair changes into a bright orange color and seems to be only more wild looking than before, his eyes lighten into a bright sky blue but other than that his body stays the same. Still very tall and lanky and yet he has the same wiry muscular form, making his changed appearance seem rather threatening yet at the same time whimsical. Black boots that lace up adorn his feet, not really adding any height but looking snazzy none the less. A pair of dark orange pants that look rather neat and dressy are on his lower half, they are loose but form fitting enough to really look rather good. A light gray colored dress shirt is next but this is covered by an orange waist coat that is in turn covered by an ever darker colored orange redingote. Gray fingerless gloves are on his hand and the outfit is finished off with an gray top hat that has an orange silk ribbon wrapped around it. The fancy appearance seems to take on the look of an old fashion male, very proper looking at at the same time the wild color and stylized form of the outfit makes it uniquely circus like. Black accents the outfit although Mamoru him self find it a bit too loud and bright looking for his tastes.

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TEXT TEXT -- Now once upon a time their was a beautiful yet wicked woman who happened to want more than anything on this earth to become a super model. She would have given up anything and everything for her dream, she met a man who was good looking yet rather weak in personality and they got married. Out of her need for a good looking guy with a steady cash flow. Sadly her dream of becoming a model was shattered forever when she became pregnant with her first child, this child was Mamoru. Children was the exact last thing she wanted and now she had one and she wasn't sure what to do with it, in all truth it was something she hated very much. She had a tough time raising it and then a thought struck her, if she had a girl she would be able to train the girl to be a supermodel. Well eventually she got pregnant again but surprise surprise it was another baby boy. She was furious but then she realized what she would do, she would raise the newest child as a female and turn them both into models a male and female supermodel team.

So she began, primping her children dressing them up and forcing them into beauty pageants and trying to get them into modeling agencies. Mamoru ended up becomming a disappointment to his mother, his lack of emotional range made him a bad model but they all loved Yukio who was adorable. Sadly everyone thought that he was a female, he was forced to wear tight constricting clothing like corsets or waist clinchers. These items physically hurt Yukio to the point where the smaller boy couldn't breath or move properly. Mamoru was turned into Yukio's dresser, he took care of the smaller male and was forced to place the tight constricting clothes on to the other male. Their mother was incredibly cruel to them, often striving for perfection and speaking cruelly to them talking of how they weren't perfect enough or useful enough. Their father was often hit and yelled at, he was practically non-existent in their lives the abuse their mother gave them especially toward Yukio was quite upsetting. Mamoru was beginning to feel immense guilt over following what ever his mother told him to do day in and day out and Yukio was physically starting to become seriously injured. They needed to escape.

So they did, they had to if they wanted to survive. Yukio would get so wounded from the constant strain of the clothes that he might never be able to heal and Mamoru was slowly being eaten from the inside with guilt. The two young boys ran away together and eventually found the circus, it was an amazing place for the two who had never really enjoyed the freedoms that childhood should bring. It was an amazing escape, one where they could both turn to paths better suited to themselves, Yukio ended up claiming to be a girl and Mamoru went along with it figuring that he would do anything and everything in his power to keep his younger brother safe and happy. The circus is where they met Yuuto who soon was integrated into their close knit family, they were good friends with the boy and as they grew up they got to learn how to do many things. Mamoru found that he had an affinity with sword and flame swallowing and that he seemed to enjoy performance as well as work at the circus. While Yukio found that he had many talents and tricking people into thinking he was a girl was just one of them, his sharp shooting abilities were below no one's. They grew happy and soon they turned into a three man evil fighting team, now there are more people in their group but Mamoru still retains a very distant feel.
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TEXT TEXT -- Yukio. Obviously the younger boy or rather girl to most people is his his brother err..sister. Well anyway he grew up with the other male and has always seen the other as the most important person, Yukio is naturally someone who Mamoru wants to protect and take care of and because of that most see him as an over protective brother with a serious big brother complex. Mamoru has a tendency of scaring off most of his beautiful younger siblings suitors away and though he wants the smaller male to be happy he also wants him to be safe and sound and as far away from any and all perverts or rapists as possible. Yuuto. He also happens to be a person Mamoru considers to be like a sibling, remarkably enough seeing as how Mamoru is so hard to get close to and attach yourself to. He care deeply for Yuuto and sees the other as a leader and a kind good person who only deserves the best but because of that he can be unreasonably protective and defensive of him as well. He isn't the type who ever speaks about his feelings and never has but he feels more comfortable and at peace around those two. They are the only two people he will willingly listen to.

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TEXT TEXT -- Mamoru is a circus worker and performer, he does odd jobs and helps fix things but he also has his own act at the circus. Amazing the crowd with his fire and sword eating skills.

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<3 ~~~> Fire. This guy is bordering on pyromaniac at times and he knows it. Setting things on fire playing with it, it gives him a secret thrill, all that destructive power in his hands makes him happy eerily enough.

<3 ~~~> Swords and guns. He isn't as big a gun buff as his brother but he does seem to seriously love the heavy artillery and loves blades of all kinds, he keeps a collection of both in his room. It isn't some way to make him feel more of a man either, he often practices and uses them and likes to have them around as a comfort.

<3 ~~~> Vulnerable things. Okay that might sound odd and slightly messed up but it isn't. Mamoru is the type of guy who can't say no to a person in tears, small children, any animal, or even timid or shy people. He can't help but want to protect and care for them, not really a motherly instinct since most of the time he acts cold even when he wants to cuddle and coddle the adorable people and creatures. He knows restraint very well.

<3 ~~~> Flowers and Gardening. Okay, do not tell anyone this. Mamoru might have to kill you but recently he has been keeping a small garden. It is more for his sake than anything, flowers are calming and beautiful and he is learning different things about them as he grows them. He is surprisingly rather good at growing them, the rational behind it is that he destroys a lot of stuff with fire but he can also create too.

<3 ~~~> Ice cream. The only thing in the entire world that can calm this hothead down. He loves ice cream and will like a person a thousand times more than he already does if they treat him to some of the frozen dessert. He likes it simple and plain too, no sprinkles or any other sort of topping just nice fresh ice cream on a cone.
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xXx >>> Annoying women. His definition of an annoying woman is different than most people's in his mind he sees his mother as an annoying woman and any girl remotely like her is immediately on his hate list. Now he doesn't hate all females completely but he definitely prefers men although he is never flamboyant about it.

xXx >>> Hassling with fancy clothes. He doesn't really fully understand the need to bother with all that priming and tucking and prefers comfortable clothing. He gets annoyed with people who wear overly tight obviously painful clothes. Excluding his brother of course.

xXx >>> Perverts. Mamoru really really really hates these guys, they come on to his little brother and try to grope him or get in his skirts. He knows by now that Yukio is quite capable of taking care of himself but if any of those creeps find themselves alone in a dark alleyway with Mamoru they better be ready to never even think about such perverted things again. Mamoru does not stand for people flirting around and an air of cold disapproval seems to come into the room anytime anyone tries even remotely to flirt with him or Yuuto or Yukio. He might be a bit over protective.

xXx >>> Disobedience. If there is one thing Mamoru hates it is someone who never listens and who doesn't realize the importance of following the order of someone else who might know better than you. He finds that people who are rude and disrespectful and don't listen often bug him the most and he while he never yells he does seem to scold you with his eyes. It is rather scary, actually....

xXx >>> Feeling exposed. Don't take this in a naked vs. clothes sort of way. This is more emotionally exposed, he doesn't like feeling weak and helpless and has to feel in control of situations, this is why it is very hard to gain his trust and also very hard for him to hang around too many people. He just doesn't like the vulnerability of the situation.
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TEXT TEXT -- ♥♥♥ ---& Yukio. Of course Yukio is at the top of his list, he loves his younger brother and is incredibly protective of him. For the longest time Yukio has been the only person that mattered to Mamoru so he might have what on calls a brother complex but mostly he wants the other male to be happy.

♥♥♥ ---& Yuuto. Mamoru deeply adores his friend and wants to make sure that he is protected just like his younger brother is. Yukio and Yuuto are very similar to Mamoru and he is protective of both of them, he sees them as close friends and the two people he can trust and rely on and because of this he willingly follows Yuuto's decisions and no one else's.

♥♥♥ ---& ???... There does not seem to be a third person that important in his heart, He isn't willing or able to put himself out there and run into relationship after relationship so the older male is definitely a novice when it comes to matters of the heart. He wouldn't know his type if the guy came up to him and bit him on the nose.

TEXT TEXT -- ♦♦♦ ---& Michiko. Surprised? Well he isn't sure why but his brother seems to adore her so he decided that he would like he as well, there isn't much more to it than that. It isn't like he talks to her all the time or tries to be kind to her but he doesn't send hate beams her way all because of Yukio.

♦♦♦ ---& Natsuo. Mamoru can admire anyone who is tough enough to handle being in a gang but more so than that he admires people tough enough to handle the various animals at the circus. They are hard to deal with so anyone skilled enough to take care of them is on his list of people he doesn't mind.

♦♦♦ ---& Clown. Mamoru likes clowns, it was one of the things that drew him to the circus in the first place oddly enough. He is so serious that liking something so whimsical seems rather misplaced but oh well... He likes the idea of someone who is very cheerful and friendly although at times he is bothered by the more malicious tricks.

TEXT TEXT -- ♣♣♣ ---& Ruka. Now don't get him wrong, this isn't the dislike section, this is more of the neutrality section, he finds the boy awkward and rather adorable but dislikes the obvious weaknesses in his character. Mamoru is very critical of such things and believes that the boy should be put through a training regime.

♣♣♣ ---& Kazushige. For some reason this boy reminds him of Yuuto and that makes Mamoru like him yet also dislike him at the same time. He isn't really sure where to pin this kid down so like Ruka he doesn't dislike the boy but isn't sure he cane like him yet.

♣♣♣ ---& Azami. Mamoru is very very on the fence with this kid, he doesn't really understand the bondage obsession but then again he can't really judge since he has his own quirks with fire. The boys politeness is a plus but Mamoru is still very much on the fence.

TEXT TEXT -- ♠♠♠ ---& Ran. Okay he will be the first to admit that he is not only annoyed but feels dislike towards the nurse after all...Yukio seems to like the pervert and Yukio is sweet and innocent and should not be hanging around creepy ***** with child obsessions. Period. Other than that he has no real problem with the man it is just that fact that his brother likes him.

♠♠♠ ---& Katsue. He disapproves of her um...rather open free lifestyle. Also most of the girls in that club remind him of his very vain mother and he will always dislike women who remind him of her. She could be a nice girl and pretty girl if only she weren't so, wild in her ways, he just doesn't understand the reasoning behind it. It seems to cheapen her.

♠♠♠ ---& The Ringleader. This one he can't help, it isn't the flirty nature, it is the feeling that this male is trying to take Yuuto's place as the leader as the most important in their group and Mamoru just doesn't like this but he will agree to be civil since Yuuto told him to.

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TEXT TEXT -- Run Around Lyrics by Jasan Radford. This song sort of reflects his fiery fighting style. He basically uses his speed and skill in a way the is so fast paced and non-stop that you are surprised by the sheer force of it. This is definitely the best song for his fighting style.

*the starry sky* by HAL. A song that reflects the determination he has, Mamoru is a really focused determined person and that is intimidating but he acts the way he does for the people in his life and would give up everything for them. It also shows the determination he feels as someone who fights for justice he wants them to win and finally bring peace and happiness to everyone although he isn't the type who would ever spout off peace and love speeches but he believes and wants to fight for happy endings.

Lullaby for a Stormy Night by Vienna Teng. Well this song sort of represents the softer more caring side to him. The side he only shows to his brother and to Yuuto who is like his brother, the surprisingly calm kind side that can be rather comforting and not intimidating yet still protective in a knowing way. Although it does seem rather soft for him but it does fit very much so.

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[The avalanche conquers the candle. This is quite true, but not when the candle is sitting in a warehouse full of high explosives.]

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TEXT TEXT -- Fire/Sword Eater ::: Varied Magical and Physical Attacks.
attack~

TEXT TEXT -- Projectile Blade.
TEXT TEXT Physical. Non-overdrive.
TEXT TEXT This attack is as simple as is sounds, Mamoru throws various swords at his opponent. The amusing part is where the swords come from, he seemingly pulls them out from his mouth and then shoots them out at the enemy. Of course his aim is near flawless so the attack causes more damage than one would think.

TEXT TEXT -- Duel Blade Attack.
TEXT TEXT Physical. Non-overdrive.
TEXT TEXT This attack is also rather simple yet effective, Mamoru takes out two swords and uses them to attack and fight with the enemy. After all you don't learn how to swallow swords for a living with out learning how to use them a bit. This attack uses a fair amount of speed and while there is no throwing involved it is a teeny bit more graceful than the attack above.

TEXT TEXT -- Spit Fire.
TEXT TEXT Magical. Non-overdrive.
TEXT TEXT This is his only magical non-overdrive attack. Although arguably this is his strongest out of the non-overdrive attacks, he blows out quick shots of balls of flames at the opponent. Despite how funny this sounds it is actually rather frightening to be at the receiving end of this specific attack. After all he doesn't miss, and when angered the flames just get hotter and hotter.
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TEXT TEXT -- Phoenix Flame.
TEXT TEXT Magical/Healing.Non-Overdrive with slight potential.
TEXT TEXT Mamoru's only healing attack, it is very had for him to use and control. He produces a bright flame that his held in his hands and run over the wounded area, the heat and light heals up most minor and some major wounds and could be refined to be used on many wounds but his lack of experience and fickle nature forces this attack to be rarely used since from time to time he loses control and the only thing the attack does is burn.
nova ¡!

TEXT TEXT -- Dragon's Dance.
TEXT TEXT Physical/Attack. Overdrive.
TEXT TEXT A very interesting physical attack that he has finally got right as many time trying, using his special sword he will use a variety of complex movements and attacks using it. Cutting, slashing, and thrusting attacks are all combined into a deadly attack that is so swift that it really does look like a dance.

TEXT TEXT -- Amber Whirl.
TEXT TEXT Magical/Attack. Overdrive.
TEXT TEXT An attack that really puts a toll on his energy levels, breathing out a massive amount of fire that collects into a Fire Whirl that quickly sucks in the enemy and engulfs them into it's flaming vortex. The most he has ever been able to use it in a battle was thrice times but afterwards he fell asleep for about two days so he tends to use it once or twice in pinch situations that call for it.

TEXT TEXT -- Strike of the fire bird.
TEXT TEXT Magical/Attack. Overdrive.
TEXT TEXT His favorite attack, his sword and his fire combine into a flaming blade that cuts and burns the opponent. He can increase the fire or decrease it and use various sword techniques for long and short range attacks. If it a hard attack to use but it doesn't take as much energy away from his as the attack above does. It seems to be is favorite simple because it doesn't involve as much effort to keep up and mixes his two favorite things together into one effective array of strike.
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TEXT TEXT -- Talon's of the Fire Bird. Obviously his weapon is going to be a sword. A surprisingly long rapier with an ornate orange and silver design on it, the design is of flames and dragons and birds, the design is on the hilt and goes up part way of the actual sword's blade. The hilt guard is a twisting twirling array of silver that spins around his hand in a dizzying way, it is a beautiful weapon and is incredibly strong an durable as well. It can handle the hottest of flames and is near impossible to melt although that might be because it itself had to be able to handle the heat for its owner. It is relatively light weight and easy to carry around but true to his name Mamoru or rather the Sword Eater will swallow and pull the sword out. It really wasn't his decision to do this it happens naturally. Another interesting not widely known fact about the sword is the fact that no one but him can touch it, it they do whether they are friend or foe will end up realizing the sword has burst into flames and probably their arm with it. Don't worry the flames go out when you stop touching the sword. Other than that it really is a very simple weapon to carry and use.

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//DISCIPLINARY SQUAD FILE
xxxxxxCURRENT STATUS - DEPLOYED
xxxxxxASSOCIATED COLOURS PINK & SILVER
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//PERSONAL PROFILE

>>Name
((PEPPO, HERRERA)
>>Aliases
((PEPPY/THE HARPIST))
>>Age
((TWENTY THREE))
>>Gender
((MALE))
>>Sexuality
((HOMOSEXUAL))
>>Height
((FIVE FEET, THREE INCHES))
>>Distinguishing Features
((VARIOUS WORK RELATED SCARS, COMPLETE HETEROCHROMIA))

//DESCRIPTIVE APPEARANCE

>>((HEAD -
Peppo has a rather adorable disarming face and head, in all truth he looks much young than he is and with his long whitish blond hair and his wide eyes it is not hard to see him as a girl. He has a rather cute button like nose and rounded heart shaped face that pulls attention to his eyes and mouth. His lips are plump but not incredibly full and often tilted into a cute small smile, their natural shade is a light shade of cotton candy pink. His cheeks and rather puffy adding to the softness of his features and flush a natural soft pink, giving him a warm look. Wide round eyes give him and unnaturally innocent look, the only eye he shows is an inky pool pf black that shines attractively while his hidden eye is a light silver gray color and rather frightening to look at despite its attractive coloring. They are lined by long thick black lashes that prettily accent his face, his eyebrows are also a dark black color. His hair is a light white blond color and is styled so that the bangs always cover one eye, it is naturally black but he bleaches it a lot. It is soft and thick and rather silky because he takes good care of it. He often puts it up into two ponytails or into other interesting styles. He always has a pair of large black headphones with skull and cross bone pattern on each one over his ears.

BODY -
His body is also like his face, adorable and soft looking. His skin is such a pale milky white that one doesn't notice the silver white scars that cover his body from practicing with his weapon and from the various fights he had been in. He does have muscles and is slim and agile looking, most see his body as frail and rather girlish yet a keen observer would notice the grace in his movements and the sleek wiry muscles underneath the soft looking flesh. He is not very tall or large and that makes people assume that he is weak, yet despite his small stature he has long legs and arms allowing him to move quickly. His long slim fingers have long oval shaped nails that are often painted interesting colors. Where is body isn't milky white or whitish silver from scars it is a soft light rosy pink color. His tagged bracelet is worn around his wrist along with many other bracelets. Peppo has an interesting fashion sense, matching his uniform with adorable and slightly feminine clothes. His long white trench coat has had the arms ripped off showing off his own pale slim arms which are covered with bracelets or sleeve or other interesting fashion items. His uniform also had additions to it, like the bottoms becomming a pair of shorts and the boots laced with bright colors, he normally spices his outfit up with cute accessories that hold his thread weapon. All in all he seems like an adorable but is really quite vicious.))

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//PERSONALITY ANALYSIS

>>((OUTWARDLY -
Well to most people Peppo seems friend although a bit standoffish and cold at times. His behavior seems erratic and unpredictable and most people assume that his outwardly cheerful yet rather violent nature is all that there is to him. He doesn't seem to be a sad or depressed person and though he is sometimes known for bouts of silence he does not seem to be the type who is quiet or who would enjoy quiet but soon after meeting him most people realize he has little interest in what they have to say. Peppo rarely seems to get angry or flustered and smiles sweetly and easily at everyone but there is something vacant about his smile as if he isn't fully their inside. He seems kind enough yet his detached and rather cold aura allows for him to keep a safe distance from everyone. When in front of people he acts like the obedient government dog he is, kind and tamed and fluffy and cute, he can take any amount of ridicule or abuse and not bat an eye. People do have a tendency of laughing at him since they expect someone taller or more manly when they think of the government. But Peppo just seems to be a kind happy go lucky kind of guy.

INWARDLY -
Inwardly Peppo is a completely sociopath with psychotic tendencies, while that sweet smile is on his face he is inwardly wondering what their blood would look like splattered on the walls. He has a violent disturbed mind and even though he has learned how to control his urges he still will show his more vicious side from time to time. Peppo on the inside is a rather vulnerable mass of nerves, he wants to be a good boy he really does but being a good boy often involves not ripping pieces of a persons flesh from their bones and he really likes doing that. He is a human contraction. He has high ideals about justice and then will murder people in cold blood or he will believe strongly that all criminals should die even though what he does is far worse than what they do. He is a rather broken person, desperately seeking peace and quiet but getting the noisiness and panic or civilization. What would help him would to be far away and yet he cannot get far away and that bothers him. He is desperately in love with the man who took him in and raised him and now works for the government to please this man.))

>>Likes
((BLOOD - The look of it, the smell of it, the feel of it. To put it simply it is probably one of the main reason he exists.
THE HARP - An instrument that produces the only noise in the world that he enjoys, it is also the only noise that will calm him down.
CHERRIES - His favorite, he will eat anything with this flavor, probably because it is such a bright deep red color.
JUSTICE - He believes what he does is justice and that he is doing good because of this he admits to liking justice a lot.
SNOW - The only weather he enjoys, probably because of its silent nature he enjoys the purity of it all and will try and go out and play in it.
PAIN - Giving it is his favorite, he likes watching people in pain and sometimes he likes receiving pain as well.))

>>Dislikes
((NOISE - He absolutely loathes noise and it gets to the point where he can't function when noise is involved.
DISOBEDIENCE - If a person cannot follow orders then they are less that worthless in his eyes and should die. He would be happy to help them.
RESTRICTIONS - Not being able to do things annoys him, especially when he wants to kill someone but is not allowed to.
COWARDS - He hates people who run from death and pain, the least they could do is face up to their fate like a man.
CRIMINALS - Anyone who breaks the law and code of justice he has lived his life for must be eliminated, that is how he thinks.
THE PAST - Being reminded of his past specifically, he will either ignore, change the subject or go ballistic if someone mentions it.))

>>Fears
((PHONOPHOBIA - Defined as a fear of noise. It is the only thing he is truly frightened of, well not really frightened more like terrified to the point of no return. He has an extreme case of this phobia, disliking loud or sudden sounds and quickly lashing out or panicking in his fear of the sounds. His fear stems so deep that sometimes he becomes frightened of his own voice or the voices of others and will choose to become mute for short periods of time or will force others to stop talking my less than noble means. To protect himself from the loud sounds around him he will wear a pair of large headphones specifically designed to protect his ears from the harsh noises of the area around him. If the headphones are removed suddenly he will become violent so it is better to keep them on.))

//RECORD

>>((BEGINNING -
Peppo was not born Peppo, he was named that later on in life. In the beginning he was born into a well off high class family. He did not lie in the slums or even in the middle class suburbs. He had a loving mother a kind protective father a friendly older brother and a sweet little sister. One wonders how someone as demented as Peppo came to live with them ad be apart of their family. The signs that he was not all there came early, trying to push his younger sister down the stairs or "accidentally" feeding his brother the food he was deathly allergic to. He would at times be invited to help his father shave because his parents though it would help him learn how to act like a man and give him father son bonding time, they did it once, his father had to wear band aids for a few weeks after from the cuts. He at one point in time was being held and coddled by his mother and quite casually told her with a smile on his face "I hate you." she broke down into tears and he watched silently for a few minutes before claiming to have been joking. He was a distrubed child.

It grew and grew until the time he was nine, Peppo had been sheltered his whole life. Not understanding life or death and cruelly tormenting his family members without really understanding how or why he did the things he did. One morning he was sitting with them, his sister and mother were over at the piano practicing and his father and older brother were loudly laughing over something and Peppo just snapped. He let out a loud wail and attacked the piano, breaking it and then suddenly stealing the metal strings from it. His family watched too shocked to do anything as he wrapped the strings are his fingers and watched the blood transfixed for a moment. His father and brother left the room to go call for help. Peppo grinning brightly wrapped the string around his younger sister's neck and cut through it, she bled to death quickly. His mother was screaming in hysteric and had tried to stop her son, he stopped the noise by using a piece of the broken piano and bashing her in the head repeatedly with it. His brother and father were harder to deal with and he was injured quite a bit, for his father he ended up using a kitchen knife to his vital spots for his brother he opted for tripping the male off the edge of the third floor causing him to fall to the first and snap his neck. Peppo lived with the silent corpes of his family for six days before anyone found him.

AFTER -

There was a large scandal and the nine year old boy was sent to an asylum for the criminally insane. They found him in a house, covered in dried blood looking for his sister and brother asking the corpses of his parents to please make dinner because he was hungry. To everyone it was evident that the child was insane, after a period of four years in the place he was thirteen and a man come for him. This man was from the government, he was looking into the case and when he watched the way the boy killed he saw potential. Potential for an assassin, someone who would kill and never be caught. Once he obtained the boy he taught the child the morals that he had been lacking and gave him his name. Peppo was taught that killing was only good and right if it was for the government and that anyone who went up against the government was a traitor who deserved death. He was taught many things, his body being treated and used as a tool whose only purpose was killing. He learned to resist his urges and when the man figured out that it was noise that bothers him so, he got him the head phones that he wears to this day. He was taught to use thread as his weapon because it was something he liked, he had been taught how to play the harp which was where his alias came from, his threads were said to play the same tune as they slaughtered people. The man who took him in is loved by him even though the male only saw him as a weapon, this same man is the one who entered him into the hunt.))

//WEAPON

>>((THREAD - That may seem to be a rather weak weapon, yet this is special thread made from a substance that is practically unbreakable and easy to maneuver it is his specialty. It is strong enough to hold a man many feet in the air yet sharp enough to cut through limbs as if they were butter, this weapon is incredibly challenging to use. He can flay skin from flesh or slowly hang people, it can be a noose a sword or a whip depending on his mood. The thread while incredibly strong is also incredibly hard to use, if anyone else were to try using it they would probably lose their fingers or their life. It is very easy to conceal and is often stored in cute accessories that he always wears. A conspicuous yet deadly weapon.))

[Gardenia-mooN]

//DISCIPLINARY SQUAD FILE
xxxxxxCURRENT STATUS - DEPLOYED
xxxxxxASSOCIATED COLOURS RED & GOLD
xxxxxxCONTROLLED BY >> ((Gardenia-mooN))



//PERSONAL PROFILE

>>Name
((FEN, LANYING))
>>Aliases
((LAN/ZHU QUE))
>>Age
((THIRTY THREE))
>>Gender
((FEMALE))
>>Sexuality
((HOMOSEXUAL))
>>Height
((SIX FEET THREE INCHES))
>>Distinguishing Features
((BOTH EARS PIERCED ONCE, SCAR ACROSS HER CHEST))

//DESCRIPTIVE APPEARANCE

>>((HEAD - Lanying has a beautifully mature look to her, she seems almost unnaturally young for her age and shows no signs of premature aging at all. Wide almost innocent looking eyes are what most people notice first, such a dark deep shade of brown that they are like dark chocolate holding a bitter sweetness to them that only comes with age. They are framed by long dark lashes that curl in a way that makes it seem as if they should have been fake or had mascara on them. Dark well defined eyebrows create a dignified look and a small yet not overly so nose creates a cute yet elegant facial structure, her cheeks are round but not overly so and have a slight sharpness with age. Her face shape is oval and gives her a more regal structure than younger woman and her lips are a lovely deep pink color that seems sort of like watermelon and are very full and pouting. While her cheeks naturally flush a very light shade of the same watermelon color. Her hair is a long dark chocolate color that goes down to her mid back in a lovely slightly waved sort of way. It frames her face in an interesting manner as well. She has her ears pierced but doesn't often put earrings in them. She has a very classic beauty about her face.

BODY - If there was ever a body that practically exemplified feminine charm and beauty it would be Lanyin's, her long swan like neck moves to slim shoulders and well proportioned curves that seem to go on for days. She is very tall especially since most women with her heritage are shorter, she has very long legs and arms despite their length she still seems well balanced and graceful. Her bust is rather large but not too large, she is a c cup but it doesn't look awkward since her waist and hips flare out flatteringly to match her bust size. Her skin is pale but not to pale, it holds a warmth and a glow that helps her to look lively and bright. Lanying has a very interesting style, she normally wears very conservative plain clothing for work because she wants the easiest mobility and yet when she has time off she wears very traditional Chinese clothing. Her outfits at times seem so elegant and exotic that most people have a hard time believing she is the same person when she wears them. Her look is very attractive but she does not like to be ogled at like a piece of meat so she does not wear clothing that shows off too much skin. She has a large scar across her chest that seems to be from an attack on her from long ago, she does not speak of the light pinkish scar.

o o o))

//PERSONALITY ANALYSIS

>>((OUTWARDLY - Lanying is a very calm and confident woman outwardly. She can be either incredibly friendly and playful or incredibly harsh and almost too blunt for people's taste. There is a certain carefree way to her that makes people want to watch her in awe, after all this is a woman who despite being a dog of the government has kept up a very flagrant and beautiful personality that is not only attractive to others but happens to really help her in her work. While she is polite there is always an air of familiarity about her when she speaks to people it is almost as if after years of working she has reached the point where she does not fear in the least whether of not people like her and it is that devil may care attitude that really gets the crowd going. Her outward personality is cool yet approachable and friendly but not a push over. She is the type of person who will calmly face danger or any situation with a smile of her face and a song in her heart. Her bright cheerful way of facing things has made her to be a sort of wild card.

INWARDLY - You still have the same confidence and politeness and free spirited attitude yet there is also a bit of pain there too. She had a very protective personality and her strongest desire seems to be taking care of the other squad members and making sure that they remain happy and healthy no matter what. It might be that mother urge in females finally taking root in her but she has taken to treating all of the squad members like children, like her children and she is fiercely protective and possessive over all of them. She also seems to be deeply romantic, looking for the perfect girl is sort of hard though and starting to be something she thinks she will have to give up on. She has a fiery temper and a burning desire inside of her and Lanying is a woman who knows practically no fear, she does however know pain and has a wisdom from her experiences that some of the younger might not understand. Her hatred of the government stems from the governments lack of caring and she feels she will have to protect the other squad members in place of the government. She doesn't care one way of the other about the criminals.))

>>Likes
((MINT CHIP ICE CREAM - It is her absolute favorite, enjoys the freshness of the mint flavor mixed with the bitterness of the chocolate in it.
SQUAD MEMBERS - She holds a motherly affection for all of them, her love for them might be odd but she truly considers them important people in her life.
MEDITATION - That or naps, either will do for her. The way she eels so revitalized after either makes her happy and calm and leaves her feeling cleaner some how.
DANCING AND FIGHTING - Mixing the two together creates what she likes to consider to be an art form. The way the body moves can become an amazingly wonderful thing.
SOFT THINGS - She can't help but love all manners of soft things, from pillows and blankets to clothing and stuffed animals. The softer the more she loves it.))

>>Dislikes
((ALCOHOL - She despises the stuff, from the way it tastes to what it does to people. She gets annoyed when others drink it around her.
GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS - Kind of funny right? Her loathing of them is almost immeasurable because she knows that they see human lives as simply toys.
CROWDS - She just feels uncomfortable around them and prefers the space and peace of wider spaces and less people. She isn't afraid of them, though.
NEEDLESS DESTRUCTION - It annoys her when people find meaningless destruction fun or amusing. Such a thing bothers her deeply and makes her very angry.
CERTAIN TYPES OF MEN - This one comes from her experiences, certain men can be disgusting pigs and completely foolish. Certain women too but those foolish men really bother her.))

>>Fears
((NOT BEING ABLE TO PROTECT THOSE IMPORTANT TO HER - This has been a long standing fear, if she is unable to help or protect those dear to her than she gets this painfully tight feeling in her chest. She wants to be able to say at the end of her life that he had made sure to keep those dear to her away from pain or suffering. Things like death or pain or losing the person she loves or even being hated do not and never really have frightened her. None of those things matter as long as she can protect the people she loves. Her fear leads her to be over protective and near possessive of those that she loves and she had been known to force people into things to help them.))

//RECORD

>>((BEGINNING - Well Lanying was born to a Japanese woman and a Chinese man, her first name is Lanying and her last name is Fen. Her parents were kindhearted people but very strict in their old ways, she got used to having to wear traditional Chinese garb and took lessons in various forms of marital arts from a very young age making her incredibly proficient at almost all forms. As she grew older she realized that she wanted to become a police officer when she grew up and once that was decided she started practicing gunman ship as well. By the age of fifteen she was a champion and known through many circles as one of the best teenage gunslingers around. She became the best by going to competitions and beating everyone around her. Her devotion to justice and helping to protect people was really what gave her, her drive to do all that she did and her asperation to one day become a police officer was why she always did so well.

MIDDLE - When Lanying finally got into the police force it was a very proud day sadly that day was also the day she came out to her parents. Her mother and father being the traditionalists they were ended up shutting her out completely and ignoring her. She ended up focusing all her attention on work, she was the only female in her department and because of that was often ridiculed by the male members of the force, she had to claw her way up from the bottom to earn their respect. Often kicking many asses to get her say in things. All during this time she dated various women and tried to get her parents to speak with her again. In the end her parents died one year apart from each other and she was finally accepted back into her mothers life after her father died of illness. Her mother died shortly after but Lanying felt oddly at peace with that, she was twenty three at the time, her parents were much older than her so it was to be expected anyway. At twenty five her hard endless work finally bore fruit when she was names the youngest and first female police commissioner for her area.

END - There were four major areas each with a commissioner, she was the ruler of the southern part of the areas and was given the title of Zhu Que. This was a term for the Vermilion Bird which was one of the four god animals that protected each one of the directions. Each commissioner was given a name based on this and they grew close together trying to make the city and better safer place for everyone. They grew to be respected and feared by everyone and she grew to fall in love with one of the other commissioners, she was soon learned to be the youngest and the one with the most fiery temper and yet she was also known to be the most compassionate of them all as well. Lanying grew to find these people to be her beloved comrade and from time to time when they were face with problems too big for the other members of the force they would deal with them personally. During one of these missions everything went wrong. They were ambushed and the four gods of the police force were all but wiped out, she watched as the person she loved was killed and she went ballistic. Killing everyone despite the massive injury to her chest. She was found barely alive with an amazing amount of carnage around her. The legendary Vermilion Bird, Zhu Que was the last one left so the government picked her up and took her in as one of the seekers in the game. After all a tragic heroine and the last of the four great commissioners was something very entertaining to watch.))

//WEAPON

>>((TWIN REVOLVERS - The two handguns are her specialty, they really are twins of each other in every single way and are placed in holsters on each side of her waist. She has not named the guns yet their clean well kept appearance and their simplicity make them her favorite weapon. She normally does not need to use both of them because most of the people she goes up against are amateurs yet when she is truly serious in a fight she will use both guns at the same time. She could be called a sharp shooter because she simply does not miss, some say that when she uses both guns it isn't like she has just two hands but rather she has a thousand because her skill allows her to get everyone at such a speed that one would assume it would be impossible unless she did have more than just her two arms. She prefers to use her skills at hand to hand fighting over her gunman skills, she uses her body as a deadly weapon too but for her work it is always good to specialize in a weapon and in martial arts.))

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[Gardenia-mooN]

Bow down to your god,
((Persephone.))
((The Kore - embodiment of the earth's fertility and queen of the underworld in other words the soul and spring time goddess.))

XX -- Get your facts straight

You'll find I'm called;;
((Fumiko, Susumu.))
But I'll answer to;;
((Fumi, Miko, Fuu.))
My birthdays amount to;;
((Eighteen.))
Standing tall at;;
((Five feet four and a half inches.))
Searching high and low;;
((Fallen.))

XX -- Don't just gawk and stare

((Fumiko is a very pretty boy. Now if you ask him he will probably tell you that he is average and like everybody else but he simply isn't, Fumiko is what some would call gorgeous. He has a boyishness mixed with a femininity that mixes perfectly together to create a very soft feature young man, his isn't the type of beauty that startles you right off the bat but the kind that grows on you until you realize that his smile is the only one in the world that matters. His attractiveness comes from the contradiction in his features. His lips are thin and yet plum at the same time creating a thing very close but not quite a pout, when he smiles he gets a dimple on the left side of his face and the corners of his mouth always crinkle adorably. His face shape is slim yet full slightly puffy cheeks soften his overall features and make him seem more friendly in general, a straight nose that seems to curve down slightly at the tip in a cute button like way. His face is doted with two cute freckles, one under his lip and one near his eyebrow. Dark well defined eye brows that are thick but not too thick help him make comical faces. Interesting eyes, narrows slightly but so rounded that it gives him a cheerful yet slightly naive look. His lips are a pretty peach pink color and his face is a light butter cream color, dark eyes such a deep brown that they seem black adorn his face as well as impossibly long lacy lashes. He is just pretty.

Fumiko has interesting hair it is a deep shade of woody brown that looks dark almost black in the right lighting yet most of the time looks like it is a warm dark honey color. It is messy and short and has a tendency to stick out everywhere but it is soft and fluffy and thick too so it feels wonderful to just sit there petting his hair and running your fingers through it. He has recently given his hair a few strawberry pink highlights to it because he likes the way they look. While Fumiko isn't tall he isn't really all that short either, well he is considered by most to be a shorty but he likes to think of himself as just a little below average. He is not heavy at all and is a very slim youth, he does have some muscle mass but is also soft and slightly curvy which clashes with the normal sharp angles boys sport. It is not an ugly clash at all. Fumiko likes wearing all kinds of clothing, most of it looks pretty interesting and it ranges in colors. Drastic differences too, tight dark clothes that seem almost heading towards the goth-loli style and they bright loud vibrant colors that just scream for attention. Despite the differences in the styles he wears he finds a way to make almost anything look charming and kind, he probably looks best in pastel colors that are soft and slightly faded.

Here I am, to save the day !!!))

XX -- Me, myself, and I

((Fumiko is the type of person who is often talked about with a small smile and a light laugh and how could they not? He makes people happy, wide eyed and adorable friendly and charming he never stops surprising people with his trusting willing to listen and get to know anyone style. At times he seems foolish and too easily tricked but he doesn't mind very much. When he first meets people he is a bit nervous almost timid but once a person is around him for longer than five minutes he quickly opens up and starts chattering away about the simplest and marvelous things. He is friendly and bright, easily learning things and getting to know people in all walks of life one could say that he brings a certain life to all types of things. He can be a social butterfly or a wallflower and is both really and is comfortable being either thing. It is rather hard to make him angry and he will help people even if they are offensive to him. He has a slightly comical overdone way of reacting to things that can be really amusing to watch, easily spazzing out and screaming at the simplest of things. He never really gets upset and can find the bright things in any situation. He is very much like the goddess he once was, of course he hasn't quite matured into her quiet pleasantness or her sterner ways but he is still blooming into the person he once was. ))

XX -- Little quirks

Likes;;
((Flowers - nothing is better then fresh flowers after all.
Pomegranates - whenever he eats them he can't stop smiling for some reason.
Cemeteries - he feels so calm there, and likes taking trips to them.
Popsicles - who doesn't like frozen juice?
Helping people - why would he not want to help them?
Uhh...you! - Because he likes everyone!
Hula dancing - he is really good at it.))
Dislikes;;
((Kidnapping - it isn't fun after like the sixth attempt...
People getting in trouble - especially if it is because of him.
Being fought over - it is upsetting and confusing.
Conflicted emotions - it is puzzling and hard to deal with.
Mean names - they really aren't needed, are they?
Cheaters - people should earn things.
Fighting - he can't win when he fights.))
Fears;;
((Being trapped in one place forever - it is sad.
Kidnapping - he is starting to fear that a lot.
Feeling unwanted - everyone needs someone...))

XX -- Back in the Day

((Persephone had been a beautiful goddess loved and sought after by many. Her mother Demeter was incredibly protective over her and tried to keep her away from the male gods only allowing the female goddesses to play with her and spend time with her. Yet men were still vying for her hand in marriage, she was noted on being a kind cheerful and obedient child that was always eager to please others. One man in particular grew to love her enough so that he would actually try and kidnap her, Hades, he succeeded of course and kept her in the underworld with him. A goddess born to be a creature of light and life was named the queen of the dead and her name was not allowed to be said by mortals more only calling her the Kore. Yet her mother grew enraged and depressed by this, sapping the energy and life from the land for a year leaving it as an endless winter. Zeus finally made Hades give Persephone back.

Yet she had grown to love the cold god of the dead and ate several pomegranate seeds so that sh would be bound to the underworld and to Hades. She came back to her mother and that is how the seasons were made, when she was with her mother than spring and summer would bloom but when she was away with her husband winter and fall were the leading seasons. She has been known for helping various gods and goddesses and heroes and while fair and kind was also stern and her rules were absolute. She was a contradicting goddess one of life and death and because of that she grew depressed and withered. Hade kept leaving her for unknown reasons and when she went with her mother she began to worry about her lover and when she was with her lover she worried about her mother. The constant push and pull caused her to one day just not come to either of the two most dear to her and she fell far away.))

XX -- It was only yesterday

((Fumiko was born to two of the most loving and caring parents in the world, he was their youngest child and their only son so of course they and his five sisters doted on him. His family was rich, incredibly almost ridiculously wealthy and they were slightly eccentric. At first he was treated like any other child and put into regular schools allowed to go out and play and do other things but soon that all changed. See...Persephone in all her incarnations always seemed to end up being kidnapped and most often killed in a cycle that ended her sweet young life. Fumiko was no exception, he has been kidnapped up to fourteen times total and yet he is still a smiling cheerful boy. He is always so kind to the kidnappers that they treat him well and he convinces his parents to give them money each time but his parents grew overprotective and worried quickly. They chose to keep him locked away and home schooled him with special tutors so that he would get the best and safest education imaginable.

Fumiko was always an excitable child, he liked running around outside and being cooped up on their estate was torture for him. He hated it when he was kidnapped because people were always scary and as he got older some of the more unscrupulous sorts tried to do things but the nicer of them always saved his virtue in time. It is no surprise to say that Fumiko is a virgin who has never even been kissed, being surrounded by sisters gave him incredibly romantic ideas of love and everything. He even at age sixteen would try to leave the estate and sneak off to go to the local cemeteries because he felt calm and happy there. Yet when he was sixteen he saw for the first time a spirit. Well at first he thought it was a normal person and he tried to make friends, yet when the person turned around he was missing half his head and was asking if Fumiko was actually talking to him. Fumiko learned then that he could talk to spirits and see them and make friends with them. Of course that is if he wasn't so terrified by them that he screams and runs off whenever he sees one, he gets startled easily.

Fumiko has always been good at growing plants this new talent of seeing the dead wasn't near as pleasant and frankly he grew to be rather jumpy because of it. He keeps lots of flower gardens and seems to seriously enjoy spending time with all the pretty plant life, in fact sometimes he can even say that he knows what the flowers were thinking. Yet he grew lonely, his sisters were all married and he felt so lonely with just his parents who despite loving and doting on him were still very busy working as well. He at eighteen was lonely and unsure of what to do bu then he won a lovely little cruise trip and the paper said that it was a great way to make friends. He finally knew what he was going to do.))

XX -- Bet you can't do this

((Don't tell anyone but everything he touches tends to grow really well, he just figures he has a green thumb. He can't explain why he has been able to see ghosts and other spirits since he was a child though...))

XX -- Nothing but footnotes

((Learned how to hula dance from his eldest sister who does it professionally. Does not fall into love easily but falls into like with almost everyone. Has been kidnapped fourteen times, feels as if something is missing but doesn't know what. Terrified of horror movies and therefore also any ghosts that he sees.))


Mortal Half -- XX


((Gardenia-mooN.))

[Gardenia-mooN]

Bow down to your god,
((Morpheus.))
((???fe?? - God of dreams and sleep on who can shape the dreams of others and form into anything within those dreams.))

XX -- Get your facts straight

You'll find I'm called;;
((Mimoza [Albanian plant that causes sleep, also means to imitate.] Lovel [Gypsy surname came from a powerful English family but had been assumed to mean something about love.]))
But I'll answer to;;
((Mi-mi, Moza, Mizzy.))
My birthdays amount to;;
((Nineteen.))
Standing tall at;;
((Five feet and nine inches.))
Searching high and low;;
((Awake.))

XX -- Don't just gawk and stare

((Mimoza is what one would call handsome with a slight bit of prettiness sprinkled on top. He is simply one of those males that would and could pass off for a masculine girl yet at the same time comes off enough as a male so that he is never mistaken for a woman. His oval shaped face has a strong jaw and full yet slightly hollowed cheeks making his seem slightly sharp with softened edges. He has a small impish nose and everything on his face is perfectly proportioned to everything else. His lips are one of his best features, full and super pouting they often give him that recently kissed my lips raw look and are a nice deep dark pink, so nice that most people have often remarked on wanting to kiss him when they meet him. His eyebrows are two sharp black lines and are well defined and help to contrast the natural sharpness of his face. Wide round yet angled eyes are laced with impossible long elegant lashes that seem made for beauty since his eyes are often close. Notable the color is also a rare a beautiful thing, pure inky black darkness the very void of light like the ebony he once laid on. His hair is also that same wild black color and is often done in interesting styles that hide one half of his face in an attractive manner, it is silky and thick yet it is made of very fine strands. He has recently dyed parts of in bright blond.

His skin is like snow, literally so pure and untouched that it almost sparkles white and that makes the contrast of his dark hair even more shocking. The deep rose of the skin that is flushed brings an essence of life to this normally stature like young man. His body is fit and yet it is slim, his was not made for fighting but for something else entirely, dreaming. His limbs are long and lovely and he is lithe and perfect like a creature woven from dreams yet his body has hardened slightly from the years on the road all by himself. His is a beauty that is hard to fully comprehend. He has one piercing and that is the one at the corner of his mouth, oddly enough that makes his lips even more kissable looking. His clothes had a tendency to be loose and oddly adorable probably because he falls asleep in them often so he naturally prefers for them to be more comfortable than anything else. He does not care for colors and seemingly looks like a punk but in actuality is far from that touch image.

Yes I do wish I was sleeping now.))

XX -- Me, myself, and I

((Mimoza is a rather hard person to understand. Just like Morpheus he normally is not awake enough for people to really get to know him and most see him as a dreamy detached sort of guy. In all truth his mind does tend to wander but he is quite intelligent, he is the type who thinks on his feet and can easily handle most situations probably because of his quick wit. His calm enigmatic ways allow him to blend in even though he should stand out and to act in a way that most people wish they could. He really is a cool guy and yet he is weak in one area, love. He has had a few lovers men and woman and some in between but he has never loved them, the one person he loves still haunts his dreams or rather he haunts their dreams. With love he becomes flustered and quiet and insecure, his cool composition melts and he is just another shy young man who doesn't think himself worthy of the person he cares for. Mimoza doesn't really get angry or upset or even jealous, he is happy simply watching and knows better than to try and get close to others. The few people he does get close to are well taken care of and see his more awkward and endearing side. His dream like qualities make him a rarity among people yet at the same time he can seem oddly grounded to reality. Isn't he just the mess of contradictions?))

XX -- Little quirks

Likes;;
((Poppies - the flower of many meanings from eternal life to fertility to hunting to sleep.
Sleeping - nothing is more important than sleep.
Dreaming - beautiful dreams bring meaning and light into the world.
Darkness - a gorgeous peaceful silent thing.
Night - he love nighttime he especially lovs to watch the stars and more so than that the moon.))
Dislikes;;
((Bright lights - blinding and garish a soft silvery light is preferred.
Not sleeping - it is no good, he can't function without enough sleep.
People without dreams - how boring and depressing can you honestly get?
Being confronted - he would rather avoid direct conflicts and prefers to take the side of a pacifist.
Day - well not all of day, he does like to nap in the soft warm sun but those bright long days that never end...he hates those.))
Fears;;
((Not being able to watch his love - he just wants to watch him the other doesn't need to love him back or anything.
Fire - he has a small fear ever since an incident in his past happened.
Being forced to stay awake - for too long could seriously damage him and his powers.))

XX -- Back in the Day

(( "King Sleep was father of a thousand sons -
indeed a tribe - and of them all, the one
he chose was Morpheus, who had such skill
in miming any human form at will.
No other Dream can match his artistry
in counterfeiting men: their voice, their gait,
their face - their moods; and, too, he imitates
their dress precisely and the words they use
most frequently. But he mimes only men..."

Morpheus was born of Hypnos who was the god of sleep and Aglia one of the three graces a minor goddess of brightness was his mother. He had many siblings, in fact he had hundreds but he was chosen out of all of them as the most capable and as his father's heir. He lived a rather quiet life and not many stories of him are told, he took on no lovers and made no real enemies. A quiet god far away from the rest, he was known for sleeping on a bed of ebony amongst a field of poppies, a truly beautiful sight for anyone who knew the god's true face. He was lovely a young man trapped in eternal slumber wandering about the dreams of all being for it was his domain despite this it seems as though he is a forgotten god and was never worshiped like the rest. That was alright his temples were the beds or where ever a human being slumber his prayers and chants were lullaby's and sweet good nights and his priests and nuns wee all who entered the realm of dreams. He often spoke with Eros through dreams, and realy ever spent time with the others. Near the fall he used to visit Artemis' dreams the most and became enamored with her strength and beauty and freedom but he was content with watching her, one day she disappeared and all that was left on his ebony bed was poppies. He was gone after she had left his domain for good. ))

XX -- It was only yesterday

((Morpheus went through a few different reincarnations all of them knew from the moment they were born what they were and often died quickly or just slept and never awoke. Mimoza was no different. He was born to a pair of people who while deeply in love were often not loyal to the other, he was the product of the wife's affair with a random man. He looke dnothing like any of his siblings so his parents left him out in the woods. He was picked up by Gypsies who named him Mimoza Lovel finding the boy to be what the though to be a sleeping love. He was beautiful and was raised around people who were very worldly, he never missed out on getting a very good education and actually finished all of his schooling early even the college but he remained with the gypsies for they spelled safety and home for him. He slept most of the time but also was a hard worker when he wanted to be, noted for being kind and yet at the same time being reserved and distanced he was a creature most wished to woo but could never actually woo. As if he was already devoted someone though they all knew it wasn't true. He remembered his past life as Morpheus and even his past lived after that but couldn't bring it up in himself to care...that was until he got the dream again.

That dream woke up something inside the sleepy god, sure he had lovers he had lost his purity at a young age because it was a rather free loving group of people he was with. Men and women he has had them and things in between and enjoyed all the types of love one person can have and yet nothing inspired him like that dream did. Made him feel whole and loved and wild and free, he wanted to watch the other in real life as well as in the word of dreams which he inhabited most of the time. He often slept the day and night away working from time to time helping the gypsies gain money and other things that they needed, yet when he chose to leave they were sad. He was surprisingly adept and smart, quick witted with a pair of quick hands even if he did act sleep most of the time. He found out where all the gods and goddesses would end up through his network of dreams and followed them there, he is currently working as a maid since he claims to be great at cleaning. Mimoza also works in the relaxation center giving massages and special sleep remedies but prefers maid work since it is less annoying. He is working so that one day he can watch Artemis run freely as her truest self whether it be man or woman is doesn't matter he wishes to see those beautiful pure dreams just one more time.))

XX -- Bet you can't do this

((Mimoza has a few of his old abilities. From time to time he has the special ability to make those around him fall asleep in a special kind of slumber that he can control. He can enter dreams freely and turn into anyone inside those dreams and connect and control anyone in a dream. His power to take a person into their best dream or their worst nightmare is one of his more cruel abilities causing deep emotional damage, he can use illusions to transform his appearance into that of other people from time to time as well.))

XX -- Nothing but footnotes

((Some times it seems as if Mimoza has narcolepsy but really he just takes a lot of naps during the day. Despite his calm tired outward appearance and sweet disposition he can quickly turn into everyone's worst nightmare and is surprisingly horrifying to deal with if he ever gets seriously angry.))


Mortal Half -- XX


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“ Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live. ”
Are you really sure the floor (words) , cannot also be the ceiling (thoughts) ?

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⇒ I'd prefer it if you would call me Nerine but I also like being called Rin or Rinny I suppose. Aside from that, I was brought into this world on July thirteenth and since then I've had nineteen unbirthdays. Man, am I really that old? Oh well. Anyways, people say that I have gorgeous Tahitian (blue) pearl eyes and I have pretty butter cream hair. Also, I stand at five feet five inches and weigh in at one hundred and fifteen pounds.

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⇒ Well I don't really know how to describe my self this seems like such a very difficult thing to answer. I believe actions determine a person and I have done a lot but unless you have seen what I've done I suppose you would assume that I am a timid hesitant child. I'm not though! You see in my short life I have done so very very much and gone on so many adventures during them I am kind and helpful and I know what to do. Right now I am not really sure what to do because for some reason no one believes me and it makes it hard for me to chose things and do them. I guess I have gotten a bit shy and a bit hesitant but that is okay, on the inside I am still bright and courageous and ready for the fight against evil. I promise! So I guess I would say that I have become a bit frightened of people but I can overcome my fears sometimes which means I am also a little bit brave in my own way.

Back then people used to say I was the exact complement of my brother, while he was practical and realistic they said I was dreamy and spacey. I don't mind, in fact I kind that, I loved Belladonna and he was what balanced me out and made sure I always came back home. So people called me silly and dreamy and I was fine with that, I experienced the most beautiful visions in the world and he let me share them with him and it perfect he made me bloom in ways I didn't know how me dear sweet complement. While he had tact and charm I was blunt and tactless and often created frustrating situations. People really do get frustrated with me but I am patient and it is okay, I can say my story over and over again and never get tired of it, never. Sometimes I am so happy and high that people say that I am almost manic, I am filled with such massive amount of energies that I seem to explode with it, I forgive everyone their offenses toward me and forget them moments after they happen. Yet when I am sad people say it is like I suck all the joy from the world, when I am sad it feels bad I become listless and lonely and I realize just how alone I have really been. I don't get angry but one time the doctors old me that I had been angry, they told me I had hurt someone but I don't remember it. They said I had turned into an animal something without any form of restraint but I don't think that actually happened. Most of the time I am happy and dreamy and I want to stay that way, so that maybe I can make other people happy too...

What I like? Oh how lovely a question! I know the answer, I love magic and space and powers familiar and foreign. I love new places and wild people, machines that turn people into robots, I love food that turns you into different sizes and songs that go so fast that you trapped inside a dance for all eternity. I love dreaming and singing and dancing, the freedom of nature and the excitment of darkness and light combining to create a new world. Different dimensions and people who speak in multiple tongues. People tell me that some of these things don't exist but I have seen them all so I know they exist. Oh I do love a good circus and ribbons are wonderful as well, people with manners and people who remind my of my sweet brother. I love the feeling of rain against my skin and of snow on my lips, the way the moon shines and changes males me happy too. I love so much because there is so much in the world to love. I like different costumes and people who listen to my stories and I love sleeping in warm fluffy blankets. The list could go on forever but I will stop it now.

Oh...Dislikes now? Okay but only because you seem like you will listen to me. I don't like doctors or hospitals they are rude and disgusting and they are filled with the sludge and bitterness of the dead and dying. I don't want to seem mean but sometimes I really really hate them so much that I just want them to disappear but I won't say it out loud because I know if I do it will put a curse on me. I dislike medicines because medicines make me sick and they cause my sad heart to reappear and I want to play with my happy heart. If...I told you would you believe me when I say that I really dislike love? The kind that causes you to see shooting stars around a person and you know that a red string is tied to you and them both. I really dislike love and I dislike friendship sometimes too because I know what happens when these things come to you. They break you apart and rip out your still beating heart while giving it to others to toy with. I don't like that...I don't want that. Those are pretty much the things I don't like.

I'm afraid of being trapped in this place forever. I'm not supposed to be here and I am afraid of staying here for all eternity unable to go out into the world where I can go on my adventures and save the good people and the pure souls. Fear and hatred are scary things too because they cause people to act violently in the name of angry and I don't think I would ever want to allow myself to ever get that angry and scary. I want to be a good pure boy nothing more or less. This is why I am also afraid of touching...the kind with lips and parts of the body that should be underclothes I won't, I won't ever be touched that way. I'd rather bite off my own tongue, so disgusting so dirty covering sludge and tar over those who were once safe and pure...I'm terrified of lust. Medicine also scares me but I know how to stay away from that since it can kill me.

I have a few talents but nothing actually useful, like I am very good with balancing on balancing balls or tightropes even the backs of moving animals. I know I am flexible so much so that I can contort my body a small bit, not a lot but more than your average boy. Handling heights and danger like wild animals are fine, even daggers being thrown at me are also fine. I know a little bit about fire and sword tricks like swallowing them and juggling them. Really though my favorite thing to play with are daggers I have pretty good aim... All my talents are circus related because that was the only place that really taught me anything and while I dabble in all of them and it shows I am no where near as good as the professionals...Although right now I could be a professional clown that is one of the easier jobs after all, if my talents were trained a bit more I might have been able to work there at the circus...

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⇒ Well they said that they put be in here because of illusions or delusions one of those lusions words but that is just silly. I mean just because they can't see it doesn't mean it isn't real, oh so very real...Should I tell you? About the sludge? There is tar surrounding all the bad people and the bad people need to be destroyed with light, on my many adventures I have met so many bad people and I try so very hard to be good to them...Tell them the light and the truth. They never believe me the doctors said that after my fifteenth trip to the hospital I had to go to the same place as where my mother went they said that I was dangerous to myself and sometimes that I was dangerous to others but that is ridiculous...I was trying to help I still am but they wont let me help...You will, right? You'll listen to my tale and I will show you the real truth they aren't illusions but with all that tar covering your eyes you can't see it like I can. Trust me, I'll show you that it can be the two of us together. I promise...

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⇒ Well this is one story that I know very well. My mother had a special gift even more so than I did, she knew and saw so much in fact the doctors say I get my special eyes from her. My eyes that see everything. My father was a very serious man who worked a lot, sometimes staying away for years on business but when he met my mother, she said his world turned into diamonds because she had become like a precious jewel in his eyes. They were married quickly and while he worked she stayed at home, the doctors said she was il in the head but that isn't true...those pills made her ill. When she was pregnant she grew worse my father remarked that she would try to kill my brother and I while we were still inside of her. I think she believed she had been taken over by changeling babies but we weren't. When she me everyone was surprised even more so when but a year later she had my bother. I was the older although to this day people remark that Belladonna, my little brother, always acted like the older sibling.

My brother was the only person around for me... My father often worked so hard for our family, you see and mother well she often was locked away in her room and we weren't allowed to see her. Sometimes she got loose but those were fun times, one time she dressed me up as little Bo peep and tried to get my brother to be my sheep I understood her. Mother always spoke in song her words were amazing stories and tales that I loved to hear, I wanted to be like her. I read all the fairy tales I could get my hands on and soon I was seeing the fairies and the goblins that flew around, my brother on the other hand read only non-fiction. We shared our knowledge I filled him on on fantasy and he filled me in on reality. Sometimes though mother was not fun...She got out and did bad things, she hurt animals and sometimes Belladonna and me but she didn't mean it! It was the medicine! She said that is was burning holes into her brain, she wanted me to understand. That was why she forced me to swallow all her pills that one time...I was in the hospital for a while but she didn't mean it! My father told them that I thought is was candy even though brother told him what mother did.

You must understand that my mother was just testing us, she wanted us to see the true world and I did but my little brother didn't. He didn't understand why we had to end up so lonely, by the time we were school age we were taught by tutors unable to leave our home. It was sad but I didn't mind he did, he wanted to make friends. I told him more stories told him about the angels and demons that I played with but he said he wanted human friends... I found two, a girl and boy who lived on our street. I snuck out and played with them until I decided they were good enough to play with Belladonna too, we both would leave the house and play with them.. They seemed to like my stories too and my brother was happy to finally know children his own age. They often confused us for one another because we looked eerily alike but then once they got to know us they could easily tell us apart. It really was wonderful. We were almost ten and nine at that time we wouldn't see them again until we were eleven and ten. My father left on one of his year long business trip and our mother...she sold us to a circus.

People laugh when I say this and I don't know why. It is true, she left us to a circus and I am almost positive we were sold to the place but don't be upset. Belladonna and I were treated well there, the people liked my stories my adventures and they found Belladonna to be charming in his maturity. It was great it really was, we were trained there, you see. At first it was simple stuff, balloon animals trampoline tricks jokes various things but as we continued to learn and a fast rate they soon saw how good it would be to teach us more difficult things. After being clowns for a while we learned about being animal tamers, it was interesting all those animals were fun too. Lions and tigers and elephants they all were great seals and monkeys were really funny too. We soon got bored and were placed as tightrope walkers and then trapeze artists, sword swallowing and fire juggling were also learned. By the end of a year we could preform almost any job with relative ease, child prodigies. Tiny circus stars, that was when my adventures started to grow more and more, as I spoke about them to my brother I noticed he looked more pained when I spoke. He was starting to seem upset...

The police found us soon after, it turns out that when my father came back from his year long business he was surprised and slightly horrified to find out that his wife had given away his children. At home there was a lot more fighting and they both took it out on us, my father would ignore us and more would scream and rage at us and try to make us disappear. We never could though even though sometimes we wanted to. Belladonna got sick soon after returning home and he stayed that way for a long time before my parents took him to the hospital and on the drive to the hospital my mother attacked my father, she clawed at him at his eyes...and neck and tried to strangle him. There was a crash and suddenly we were orphans, ironically enough we crashed into the side of the hospital. We also found out that my dear Belladonna my sweet little brother had a disease called tuberculosis. He was dying I could see the veil of death covering him and when I told the doctors this they gave me odd looks and tested me, I was clean by they vaccinated me and tried to give him drugs to treat it. We were scared but we took the drugs. I was eleven when my whole world crashed and burned. I was eleven when I realized that my brother and I were deathly allergic to the vast majority of medications used for tuberculosis. I realized this when I went into shock and when he died not from his disease but from the thing that was to help him.

I was put into an orphanage, still in a state of depression. I wanted to die but then when I got there I knew I could be sad. I couldn't control the sadness but I could try and stop the black sludge that was covering the human race and turning them evil. An orphanage is an interesting place the people that I tried to share my story with called me a liar and often tried to beat me up. I thought it would help if I let them. It didn't really help. Although I was sent to the hospital again and again. I went to a real school now, and I saw the boy and the girl who had once been my friends and I tried to talk to them and share stories like before. They ignored me and rejected me and that was when I knew... They must have been pod people and were rejecting me because I would find out their secret. It was a horrible fate. But my fate and love was even worse, I fell for a boy named Darin he was beautiful with black hair and eyes and pale skin like a vampire. I know he must have been a prince form the underworld and even though I was a force of good, I loved him. He and the other boys often beat me up, he was in the orphanage too so I guess it made sense but I still told him stories while he laughed down at me long after the other people in the group had left. I kept telling him stories, stories my mother told me and stories that I knew as well. He kept smiling and listening as I bled on the floor beaten and abused so I knew he must have loved me too.

When I found the mutilated rabbit corpse in my desk I knew I was wrong. I had been following that bunny around for a long time because my mother had old me rabbits knew the way to alternate worlds, I enjoyed feeding the bunny and I was sure that one day I could pet him and ask him to take me away... The blood dripped out of my desk and stained my clothes, I couldn't cry now or then so I picked up the still warm and bloodied corpse and ran away, I buried him with my own two hands used as a pair of shovels. That was when I knew the boy I loved was secretly trying to break me so I couldn't save the world yet I couldn't and still can't stop loving him. My dark prince... Finally they ran me down and beat me enough so that I had to go to another trip to the hospital yet this time they were coming with me. The doctors said that I was the one who did it, that I broke those boys that badly but I don't think it was me... The doctors also said I had mild schizophrenia and also bi-polar disorder but that didn't make sense. When I told them what I saw was real they only shook their heads.

No one understands. They still don't and they didn't back then. I missed Belladonna and though sometimes I see his ghost it just isn't the same. I was taken to this odd place and have been here for three years it is so confusing... All the creature and magic around me someone has to understand and see it too...right? Why can't they just help me? Why can't they just understand? I refuse to stop my heart because I know hat someone out there will listen to my tales just like Belladonna did and then maybe they all will see that I am needed...maybe...

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⇒ Lullaby to close your eyes by Akira Yamaoka. Lyrics. Song.

Paper moon as sung by Natalie Cole. Lyrics. Song.

Alice human sacrifice by Yugami-P. Song and lyrics.

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" The word "jealousy" is often used as if it were synonymous with envy; but I think the distinction worth preserving. Jealousy is predominantly concerned with the fear of loss of something one possesses, envy with the wish to own something another possesses. "
I do not think that obsession ( words ) is funny or that not being able to stop one's intensity ( thoughts ) is funny.

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⇒ I'd prefer it if you would call me Merle only Lo calls me Merly or Le-Le. Aside from that, I was brought into this world on November, fifteenth and since then I've had twenty two unbirthdays. Man, am I really that old? Oh well. Anyways, people say that I have gorgeous Prussian blue but wears crimson red contact eyes and I have pretty naturally black dyed various colors currently red hair. Also, I stand at five feet eleven inches and weigh in at one hundred and thirty eight pounds.

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⇒ My personality? Why the ******** should I tell you about that? Can't you find out on your own? Or are you so goddamn lazy and blind that you can't see what's in front of you? Well...if you still can't tell I have some anger issues well not only anger issues I have issues with everything and everyone and if you aren't Lo then I hate you and want you dead anyone who isn't Lo is garbage...no they are lower than garbage. I'm the type of guy who honestly doesn't care about people because I don't see any point in it. I am quick to anger and even quicker to hatred. I love violence and many people say that my love of violence if not only terrifying but also haunting. My anger and passion is the only thing I really have it is the only part of my personality that makes sense so I often fall back on it. Violence is my passion, anger is my lover they are the only things I truly care about because I know it is better to be a hard soul then a soft weakling.

If violence is my passion and anger is my lover then...Lotus is my life my obsession and my obsession is my possession. I love him I hate him...I can't live with out him, he is the most beautiful and loving creature on this planet and yet he is also the most hateful disturbed creature as well. In all honesty our relationship is so so very special. I hurt him and kill anything that gets close to him and yet he breaks me with a single glance and bends me to his will in so many more ways than one. I am a person who does things out of raw need and desire yet he...he does things in a calculated chaos that destroys the world around me and then builds it up again. Maybe deep down I know what I am exactly to him what he is to me...We both know what we are inside, disgusting insecure monsters and outcasts who need each other so desperately and so utterly that we are willing to kill off pieces of herself for the sake of it all. I'm...I might be a weak person on the inside but I don't know myself anymore it seems as though all I am now is a simple corpse filled with hatred and rage and violence and blood and an obsession so powerful that it will bind me eternally to one and one alone.

What I like and dislike? Ha...hahahahaha. That is hilarious I like blood and torture and sex, lots and lots of sex but only with Lo because Lo is special. He is what I like the most and yet he is also what I dislike the most. That stupid whore always flirting with others and with me, toying with my feelings and heart and yet I can't stop it he is like a brother and a lover and a friend for me. I like hurting others and killing them and I love seeing their faces when they cry out in agony. I dislike fools who think that they are above pain and those who try to hurt me or take advantage of me. I hate anyone who goes near my precious Lo and who presumes that they would be able to be with him. I hate the doctors here and I hate every human being on this planet. I do seem to enjoy a good smoke, cats, and also large thunder and lightning storms anything that can cause chaos really. I dislike...order and peace, bright lights, hospitals, and being found out.

I fear very little, but what I do fear I fear with all my heart. I fear losing my Lotus and the thought of him leaving me or being taken from me in anyway shape or form is enough to cause me to go into balistic rages where I destroy everything around me. I fear becoming a person who simply complies to the wishes of others and tries to do whatever they want. If the conditions are right I become terrified of people themselves but that situation is very specific and leaves me in a state of weakness that I refuse to allow myself to be in anymore. My talents are as few as my fears, I an quite strong and am very very good in the arts of murder and destruction but I do not think that those are talents most people would consider talents. I am good with almost any car or motorcycle and in general am good with technology. Despite my violence and brute strength I am also intelligent but not in the way that Lo is, I am book smart I am good with computers and mechanic and other things. I also play the harmonica very well. hat is about it though...

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⇒ Would you like to know what the doctors say? They say I have the surprising combination of dependent personality disorder paired with sadistic personality disorder and a sprinkling of paranoid and anger issues on top. They really have no clue, just because I happen to cling to Lo and basically use him as my only support in this world doesn't mean I'm dependent it just means that if he ever were to try and leave me I would have to kill him and everyone around him. They do not seem to believe I'm fit for society because even without Lo around I still go on rampages and and beat everything around me to a pulp. Oh well it isn't like I have anywhere better to be, as long as I can see Lo then I'm fine...

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⇒ My past always seems to surprise people for some odd reason. I was born to a kind woman who worked very hard and her kind husband, they were very conservative people who wished only to live out decent wholesome lives. My father soon died around the time I was two in a work related accident. So I was raised up to be a good hardworking son for my single mother. That was all well and good, I became slightly obsessed with doing everything in my power to be the perfect son. I was on the track team and I studied all of the time and I was friendly towards everyone. I really was the perfect son but I never let up, I did things around the house and always did what my mother told me to do because I felt as if I had to make it up to her for the fact that she had me but did not have her own husband.

I suppose it should make sense that some of the other students were a bit jealous of me, I never really realized it. That was until the incident. I had never gone out with any girls or guys before I knew in my community any homosexual acts were considered to be the worst of sins so of course I never ever even considered that. Then I met him, he was boy from my class and we started spending time together. Soon we did almost everything together, our first kiss was in a park...little did I know that I was being played as a fool. The next day a slightly altered shot of me kissing the boy was spread around school, my mother was horrified and angered by my actions. The teachers started ignoring my and the students started ridiculing me. It was painful at first but soon I got used to the odd situation. The boy laughed in my face when I tried to see him again and then I realized that I had been played.

I kept trying and succeeding in doing good, though. I was still a star on the track team and in academics, one day after a particularly harsh muddy practice, I ended up breaking down completely. It wasn't because of the mud, I waited until I thought everyone had left so that I could shower since I figured the random drop the soap jokes would have been avoided better that way. I went in and washed up, a bat went down against my head. My own teammates beat me up while I was naked and confused in the showers, they called me terrible things and they spit on me...It was a horrible experience that only grew worse, they turned the water on high and laughed while they scalded and boiled my skin and flesh. I cried out but tried to hold in my tears. They laughed some more and alternated between beating me and scalding me. One of the guys got out a raw hot dog and the others forced my limp failing body to pose with the object while the guys took photos. The left me there in a room pink from the mixture of my blood and the water.

When the teachers found me I was half dead, my left side is still scarred from that, a burn scar that runs down my neck across my shoulder back and chest. It has faded but even to this day I covered it. All my hair had to be cut off and they had to do some small operations. I was away in that hospital for a total of two and a half weeks. When I got back to school I noticed or rather noted that everyone looked at me with pitied eyes now even my mother couldn't look at me anymore. I must have seemed like a mess to them...to all of them. I only realized later, when a student gave me them that the pictures those boys took of me beaten naked and humiliated had been spread around the school. I think it was around that time when I started to go into the city near by. I changed my look and my habits. I wanted to be different...I started getting into fights and when my mother finally tried to confront me, I left her. It was simple, I was a new person an angry bitter person who wished only to see others feel the pain that I had once felt.

I was living on my own for a while, working odd jobs and staying in a pretty nice place. That was when I found Lotus, he was at a strip club, he was the most beautiful human being I had ever seen in my whole entire life and I wanted...no I needed him. He had two lovers at the time and though we had been together once free of charge he never tried to seek me out. I started to follow him and watch over him. Soon I realized that to have him I had to destroy his lovers. I found them in bed and I killed to two and then made love to him on the blood stained sheets. It was really rather romantic. He stayed with me after that, we grew closer and closer until we started to call each other brother, it was lovely. He didn't stop flirting...I had to do something, so everyone he flirted with I punished. It was simple and nice until the police caught us and threw us to this place. Now I am separated from my toy and very very angry about it.

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⇒El Tango De Roxanne from Moulin Rouge. Song. Lyrics.
Time is running out by Muse. Song. Lyrics.
Mr. Brightside by The Killers. Song. Lyrics.

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[Gardenia-mooN]

» тωєє∂ℓє ɗεε. «

ζϕʈϑϨ.
“ There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never decieve as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience. ”
There's nothing in this world so sweet as love ( words ) . And next to love the sweetest thing is hate ( thoughts ) .

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⇒ I'd prefer it if you would call me Lotus although some have called me Lo or even Lotty in the past currently only one person calls me that though. Aside from that, I was brought into this world on January, ninth and since then I've had twenty six unbirthdays. Man, am I really that old? Oh well. Anyways, people say that I have gorgeous violet eyes and I have pretty blackish scarlet hair. Also, I stand at six feet three inches and weigh in at one hundred twenty seven pounds.

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⇒ I can tell you a lot of things about myself some of them good but most are bad oh so very bad. People will tell you that I seem stable almost too stable for someone in my position. I am friendly and polite and a bit of a flirt at times, in fact I flirt almost all of the time because if it in my nature to make people feel relaxed and at ease and desired. Of course that angers a certain someone I know but who really cares? It is so much more fun to watch him angrily attack those whom I flirt openly with. My calm relaxed nature and friendly sweet words make people assume that I am safe to be around in fact anyone who has ever met me will tell you how sweet and playful and affectionate I am. Even the most skilled doctors become flustered and confused around me, and for good reason too if there was ever a patient who did not ever come off as depraved and insane as they truly were it would be me.

Of course on the inside I am just as twisted and filled with malice as my counterpart is. You see I am just better at hiding it, I am far worse than poor little Merle. He simply rages on against all things wanting to destroy it and kill it. I want to torture it, I want to see the hope bleed from its eyes and the heart slow hopelessly in its chest. Yet I also love to be abused, I love the feeling of him whipping me and beating me, I stare in awe at the carnage he makes of anyone I ever hold dear in my heart. Yet I despise him for that reason as well, he understands how hurt I am inside how much I need to harm others without actually touching them. I am a sadist and yet I am a masochist and the only person who understands that is Merle. I resent him and I loathe him and yet I love him and hold him dearer and closer to my heart than any other before him. Yet I know that I don't love him as I should, maybe he is the friend the brother I have always longed for but he is not my lover. A good lay yes, but we both know even though we don't say it that we were never meant to be together in that way.

My likes...? Well they could be you honey for the right price. My dislikes could also be you too but you wouldn't want that, now would you? I love dark lit rooms and soft sheets, the sweet sweet smell of smoke, the taste of sweat on my tongue. I like so many things, really. I mean it should be obvious that I enjoy a good romp and a part of me likes Merle just because he knows every sensitive part of my body and he knows just how to use it to his advantage too. I enjoy being beaten and abused, cursed out and whipped it all feels so wonderful. So yes, I might be a wee bit masochistic and it seems like all my likes involve sex. I do like some non sex related things like good music, food, drinking games, watching people being killed and abused by Merle, and for some odd reason I have an infatuation with butterflies. I dislike abstinence and I also really hate prudes, honestly enjoy life in anyway possible. I hate rotten food and sleeping in the streets and I also despise Merle sometimes yet I also love the kid too, what can I say? I'm an enigma or whatever... I also hate the doctors here most of them are pretentious asses and I also despise anyone who believes they can have me or Merle.

My fears? Ohh...Darling I live off of those, I live with my fear everyday. The fear of losing Merle and being utterly despairingly alone and the fear of staying with him and one day dying in the arms of a man who owns me completely. I suppose I'm afraid of not being a possession to him anymore because in a way it is a comfort to know he owns me and obsesses over me. It is sick and disgusting but I fear being on my own again, being without the male who I consider to be my only person. Fears are stupid though anyway especially since I also happen to be afraid of cops and also interestingly enough I'm afraid of deep pools of water...

Mmm...Sweetie I'd thought you would never ask. My talents include an amazing skill in the finer arts of intimacy, the ability to dance in a way that can seduce just about anyone. I am a pretty good street fighter and I also have street smarts. I can manipulate others to do what I want pretty well and in fact I happen to be very very good at cooking. Like I was taught by the very best and turned out to be an amazing chef but I do prefer to bake things rather than simply cook meals, pastries are my true love. Other then those things I don't have all that many talents I mean I'm not exactly gifted with many things, I could probably learn musical instruments easily since I am a quick learner but no one has ever really tried to teach me much other anything...

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⇒ I was landed here not because I personally did anything but because I was supposedly the cause of Merle's rampages. Which is true so I can't complain. They say I am a sociopath with narcissistic and sadistic personality issues. I don't believe all that is quite right, I hate myself deeply and feel a lot of guilt. They don't seem to recognize Merle's affectionate beatings as consensual abuse but it isn't my problem that they have a hard time diagnosing people. My manipulating has caused a large number of people to end up in the hospital or the morgue and they wish to keep me here to protect myself and the world from my devious behavior.

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⇒ My past is nothing important, I was born on the streets to a prostitute or a drug addict probably, who knows and who really cares? The point of the matter is I have no one in the whole world, I was born alone and accepted the fate of being unloved a long time ago. An unloved abandoned baby normally ends up in an orphanage and that is what happened to me, it was a small church place that was very kind and accepting. I grew up safe and cared for there but I knew that one wrong move and I might end up like the children staring and dying on the streets. I was a fairly good kid, even though I had been a bit of a pick pocket and a troublemaker. I was good in school and obviously bright, I had a furture or at least I did have one while the church was still up.

Some disgusting thugs who were angry at the world decided that burning down a church was a good idea, they were drunk or high or something. They burned down that church and every human being in it. There were no survivors, I was out during that time actually trying to get some break for that night's dinner. I returned to the wreckage of a burning church. I ran into the building trying to find someone alive and simply found the dead charred bodies of those that I had once cared for. I wandered the streets after that, I was a ghost of what I once was a ten year old without a family or a home or even friends. I ended up stealing for money and food and sleeping where ever it was relatively safe or dry either would do in most cases. One day I must have stole from the wrong person because two cops hunted me down. They didn't take me in, though but they did cuff me. I was ten ad scared out of my mind but I talked back to them tried to weasel my way away from them, it didn't work. Crooked cops who use little boys in back alleyways are the reason why I ended up where I did.

Do you know how easy it was after that? How easy it was to wander the streets getting money in all new ways, it is a miracle that I am not dead, that I'm not filled with all sorts of diseases. It is laughable now how easy it was. Money for laying on your back, how wonderful! How laughable... I was soon known around the red light district as someone who would do just about anything or anyone for a quick buck. I became good too, soon I was hooked on drugs and lost in a haze of pleasure pain and long nights. Was it bad? Do I regret it? No... In fact I am grateful for it, that is how my Juliet and how my Romeo found me and saved me, they were a pair of beautiful angelic looking exotic dancers who took the word desire to a new level. They loved me and I loved them, they took me off drugs and gave be a job as a dancer. I was a quick study once more and picked up dancing easily. Every once in a while we would get clients and I would always learn something interesting from them, cooking, clothes, cleaning all those things were picked up during this time.

Maybe that was why...I had grown a bit soft with my lovers and my newly found life. So when I saw the frightening yet beautiful boy watching me in the crowd as I danced I felt intrigued. He was looking at me as if he would have worshiped me I grew to become excited when he watched me, the other men desired me or my Juliet or my Romeo but he wanted to possess me and own me, I could see it in his eyes. So when he came to me after a show asking to be with me and showing me what wasn't even enough for a kiss, I smiled and took him to a back room. It was his first time, Merle was his name and it was so innocent despite he angry jaded look in his mind. I was the submissive person around him. Yet after that night he never came back, I never even realized that he had been following me for months, not until it was too late. I was with my two lovers and he stormed in. Juliet that beautiful wonderful girl had been strangled to death while Romeo's throat had been slit and I was left alone on a bloodied bed. Merle took me...I started living with him.

Did you know that some thought I had Stockholm Syndrome? It was because our relationship quickly elevated, he beat me abused me and used me all because he loved me so much. It was odd but I understood and allowed for the pain...I even grew to crave it. I was sick. I started flirting with almost everyone and watched as he went after them angrily, he broke bones and even killed a few more people. I grew to love watching the blood and life drain away from others, I would never be able to do it, not the way he did. I often easily spoke to others and forced them to commit suicide, I got what I wanted in a way that made sure I never was bloodied. We grew closer and closer the two of us, we called each other brother and even though it disturbed many we often called each other brother while affectionately showering the other with lust in public. One day they caught us, the doctors...It is bad here and boring too. I am often alone and without my lovely horrible brother to keep me company.

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⇒ Lonely in Gorgeous by Tommy February6. Lyrics. Song.
Plastic Stars by Freezepop. Lyrics. Song.
Pretty Girl by Sugarcult. Lyrics. Song.

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[Gardenia-mooN]

ϻєяʟэ.
Tωєє∂ℓє ɖʊɱ or rather Tweedle Dees master. <3

I think I'm drowning asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
that you've created

you're something beautiful a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

you will be the death of me
you will be the death of me

I wanted freedom bound and restricted
I tried to give you up but I'm addicted
now that you know I'm trapped sense of elation
you'd never dream of breaking this fixation

You will suck the life out of me
bury it...I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it...I won't let you murder it

our time is running out...our time is running out
you can't push it underground
you can't stop it screaming out

ζϕʈϑϨ.
Tweedle Dum's b***h? Tweedle Dee.

At twelve I run out
And kick the door
My glass shoe breaks
And my dress has ripped

You're disgusted, aren't you?
You don't even come after me
My tears overflow and I can't run anymore
This might be jealousy...it's sad...!!

"Lonely in Gorgeous" Yeah...
Party night...I'm Breaking my heart
I want you to find me right now and hold me tight

The headlights shine
...where are you Bad boy?
Why do you even bother?
You only love yourself...
This might be a lost love...are you serious...?!

"Lonely in Gorgeous" Yeah...
Party time...I can't bury it
When you aren't here the world is empty

I want to see the next part of my dream
"I miss you Bad boy"
Don't lock me up inside excitement
I'll break

"Lonely in Gorgeous"
I'm Breaking my heart
Where are you Bad boy?...I miss you Bad boy
"Lonely in Party night"

Inside of the box of excitement that you gave me
I hold on to my loneliness and I can't move
I don't need anything just be by my side
Kneel and look at me
And swear that you love me

Ƞ Ә Я Ῐ Ν Є.
Or rather Alice.

Why are there so many songs about rainbows?
And what's on the other side?
Rainbow's are visions...they're only illusions.
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some chose to believe it.
But I know they're wrong wait and see...

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered...
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.
And look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing?
What so we think we might see...

Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name...
Are these the sweet sounds that called the young sailors?
I think they're one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it, there's something that I'm supposed to be.

Someday we'll find it...
The Rainbow Connection...
The lovers, the dreamers and me...

[Gardenia-mooN]

❝ Mephistopheles. ❞
Satanail :: The dutiful Lieutenant.




" I have seen the splendor and beauty of heaven and I still would have forsaken it all, I would still have killed and tortured...all for him, it was always and will always be all for him. "

xxxxxx ●●● Say the word

I'll whisper

Mephistopheles, Faustus.

But call me

Mephisto, only one man and that man's special pet can call him that.

I've walked this world for

Older than he can count, that is for sure. Most assume he is around the age of twenty-three or twenty-four.

I've got the figure of a God

Six feet and four inches, one hundred and forty two pounds.

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What you see

Mephisto is a striking beauty, handsome and yet femininely beautiful at the same time. He doesn't really give off the aura that a devil should, when one thinks of those they think of creepy mean who have their hair slicked back with goatees. Mephisto is beautiful and powerful and yet their seems to be a natural kindness around him. He is rather tall but definitely not the tallest guy around, and he does have obvious muscles but they are the muscles of a dancer or a martial artist not of a body builder. He has a sleek lithe build creating a willowy graceful looking figure. His skin is pale and has been called a warm pearl color, as it at one time his skin had a golden glow but now it has paled and dimmed to a more beautiful yet less glamorous shade. His limbs are long and his fingers are that of an artists or a writer, he keeps his nails fairly long and sharpened into neat ovals. His body really is beautiful and he takes good care of it, back when he had wings feathered angel wings they were the purest of white and large enough to show his inward strength but now that he is a demon he had lost his wings. Demonic black scaled dragon like wings will grow from his back when he needs them but he often doesn't need them...

His face really is pretty, the first thing people notice are is inky black eyes. Wide and round and yet almond shaped giving him a mature and yet kind look, they are framed by thick lacy lashes that are surprisingly long. His eyes brows are almost thick but not so much so that they detract from his features, they only make his face look serious. His lips are full and rather kissable, they are an attractive peach color and tint darker shades of that pink when kissed or bitten although that almost never happens. A strong chin elegant nose and high cheek bones give him an adult look, he does not look like an innocent or naive person at all and he shouldn't he is a devil after all. His canine teeth are slightly pointed and sharpened but not noticeably so. He has absolutely wonderful hair, thick and full and yet made of fine soft strands creating a silky feeling mass of deep black strands, long enough to brush his shoulders at times and done in an elegant fashion. His clothing is normally all black, covering everything and keeping his modest. Silver jewelry and greenish blue colors are the most likely thing to see on him when he has to dress up beyond his pitch black clothes.

But you'll hear

Mephisto is the picture of loyalty and sacrifice because of his high place in Jei'han as second in command he is known by many and seen as a stern stoic man who will only listen to Lucifer and no one else. These people have seen him mercilessly kill and torture hundreds upon hundreds of living beings. He is someone who everyone respects or at least fears. After all, who wouldn't be afraid of an emotionless man who will cut off a person's head as soon as meet them, he is a being that knows nothing other than loyalty. He is willing to give up everything for his only Lord and Master and if anyone questions him they will be destroyed. Mephisto may question their future and past but he refuses to regret a single thing he does because he trusts in Lucifer and cares for what the other male wants. Mephisto has closed him off from others and has turned himself into a strong cold tower that no one has been able to breech. He hides his emotions flawlessly and is known through out Jei'han as the cold frozen second in command a powerful ally and a terrifying foe.

Interestingly enough despite all the cruel evil acts he is still obviously a heroic figure. Kind on the inside and gentle, friendly and thoughtful he is the picture of how a powerful angel warrior is supposed to be. Yet he is a demon, a devil a force of evil so how did he end up like this? He was too kind and caring he allowed his loyalty to go to Lucifer and he has remained loyal. IN battle he never backs down but he also would never win using underhanded tactics, he prefers his opponents to be at the top of heir game and while he doesn't enjoy murder he does enjoy a good duel because it is honorable. He still is very much like the kind brave angel he used to be although he only shows that kind chivalrous side to Lucifer for obvious reasons, recently he will also act kindly towards his Lord's new pet. He has a feeling that the boy is much to sweet to be here and if his Lord likes the child then Mephisto likes him as well. He has a gentle healing sort of aura if you break through his cold shell, the kind of guy who lives good advice and who genuinely cares for other. Yet he is also stubborn and determined to follow one and one man alone. He is like a loyal dog in personality, the kind that will only show its weak underbelly to its master.

Dearest delights

Honor - there is nothing more important than keeping honor and respect.
Water - especially the ocean, so beautiful and peaceful but also powerful an amazing part of nature.
Music - is beautiful and is a way to express oneself it is also a great form of power.
Ocarina - he can't sing but he can play this instrument quite well, it reminds him of the sea.
Lucifer - he likes and trusts his leader and sees no reason to question him although his thoughts turn to him a lot.

Will never be touched

Underhanded people and tactics - anyone who does something to dishonor themselves is the lowest of the low to Mephisto.
Overly hot dry places - so he isn't a very big fan of Jei'han, ironically enough.
Traitors - anyone who betrays their Master is seen as someone similar to scum in his eyes.
The past - he'd rather not think of it and simply focus in on the future.
Cowards - anyone who cannot stand up for themselves of what they believe in basically.

Don't say a word

Being useless - he wants to be able to take care of Lucifer forever and nothing more, to be useless would be the worst fate for him.
Losing the Pet - that Little One means so much to his Lord, to lose him would be terrible so he tries to make sure the other is there and taken care of.
Being dishonored - his greatest fear is for his Lord to lose trust in him, if he was ever dishonored then he would restore it at any cost imaginable.

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All in the past

Well Mephistopheles started out as many angels started out in a way that not many angels start out anymore. He was one of the first few angels in existence so he never really had a life as a human or a gender for that matter. He was a pure being of light and energy and he was one of the high level angels around. He was only under Lucifer and god and that was fine with him. Loyal and brave and chivalrous, it was his duty to protect Azulith and all who lived there. He was a good angel, a kind angel but working under Lucifer taught him things. It taught him emotions, he learned how to be happy and sad and angry and grateful. He grew to hold deep feelings for his commander and pledged his entire life to making the other male happy, that was all that mattered to him. There was nothing else in the whole entire world that was important.

After choosing that path the war started. He stayed by Lucifer's side throughout the entire thing. He killed so many, he had so much blood on his hands and he wasn't sure if it would ever truly wash away but he did not regret a single one of his actions. He sacrificed the purity of his soul and his blade in turn for making Lucifer happy, he sacrifice Azulith in favor of becoming the second in command of Jei'han he was not happy there but he was happy that he could protect and stay with Lucifer. The other angels that followed his Master were there for power and standing yet he was there because he genuinely wanted to see a smile on his Lord's face. He didn't care how it got there. He soon proved his worth, he killed and took more and more souls to Jei'han than anyone and he never complained or questioned his orders. He earned his spot as the most trusted of all those who worked under Lucifer. Mephistopheles he could ignore the way his heart ached when he killed people and the way he felt like crying if only to see Lucifer happy.

That was when the pet came into the story. The smaller male could make his Lord happy and that in return made Mephisto happy, he vowed to not only protect Lucifer but also this new pet. He cared deeply for them both after all and he grew more and more protective each and everyday. He is still pure on the inside, he knows no jealousy and in all honesty he probably doesn't even know or understand how deep his affection for his Master truly runs but it does. He is deeply and irreversibly in love with Lucifer. Mephisto does not know this, despite his beauty he is not a sex demon and it still very very pure it was only recently that he fully understood his gender and he still gets confused with things like that. Courage and intelligence, power and grace he is a mix of many things but he is very much like a new born angel in that he doesn't fully understand his emotions and just writes them off instead preferring to be happy when he sees the people that mean something to him happy.

All the magic in the world

Mephisto's power stemmed originally from the ocean, the waves and the tides. The healing power of the water can overwhelm and control almost anything, he was an angel of water and in the beginning he was supposed to be a healer. He is still good at it too, using water to heal wounds and make people rise out of illness. Yet he turned a healing element into an attacking element, using a long rapier he controls water and can preform vicious attacks that can drown living beings or even crush or cut flesh. Yet his true power of water came when he received the ocarina, an instrument that was made from a holy conch shell and a pure angelic force. While it isn't the same as the power of the singer's voices it still controls a magic so skillfully and wonderfully and sounds so haunting and beautiful that many consider him a master in his own right.

Things that move me

Sally's song, from the Nightmare before Christmas. Lyrics.
Part of your world from the Little Mermaid. Lyrics.
Hold your color by Pendulum. Lyrics.

The loose ends

He plays his ocarina from time to time yet never when anyone else can hear.
Sometimes he really wishes he lived on Earth, it is a secret odd desire, he wants to live on the beach near the sea but he would never say that since you can't get it in Jei'han or Azulith.
He has an odd love of lemon flavored things and seems happy whenever he looks at a lemon.

Pulling the strings ●●●xxxxxx

My puppeteer

Gardenia-mooN

[Gardenia-mooN]

❝ Wendel. ❞
Priest :: The Gentle Medium




"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing."

xxxxxx ●●● Say the word

I'll whisper

Wendel, Gotthilf.

But call me

Wenny, Wen-Wen, The Remarkable All Knowing Child Genius Of God. (( <--- Made that up himself. ))

I've walked this world for

Nineteen years!

I've got the figure of a God

Five feet three and a half inches, one hundred and thirteen pounds.

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What you see

Wendel happens to look very much like a small female child. This is not his fault, his short stature and pretty almost too feminine looks are caused by his incredibly slow growing rate and he becomes quite cross when it is mentioned in any context even when the person didn't mean it that way. His frail delicate body is covered by pale china doll colored skin that is flushed with a pretty cheery blossom pink flush in the parts of his skin that are tainted by color. He is not muscular at all, in fact he has a slight curve to him since he isn't like most boys who got to form muscle. Long and slender, most parts of him seem easily breakable and almost bird like. He really is beautiful and yet it is obvious that as far as bodies go he got one of the weakest and most vulnerable. The soft oddly feminine aura that surrounds him is probably from his lack of masculine development, he really looks more like an androgynous child than anything else.

His face is something everyone notices about him first. He has large bright red eyes the color of freshly spilled blood not the dark black of a deep wound but the smooth light color of blood stained snow. These wide eyes have dark pink almost black eyelashes that in their own lacy way frame the red orbs perfectly, his eyebrows are the same dark pink color and make him seem gentle and elegant. A tiny adorable nose that is asking to be poked and cute puffy cheeks that are begging to be pinched, he is just cute. This matched up with his soft cherry blossom colored lips which pout out perfectly in a way that makes them seem full and kissable. His most shocking feature would be his cotton candy pink hair which is interestingly enough natural, it messily goes all the way down to his hips and most of the time he ties it up with a long red strip of cloth. His style of dress is very simple and kind of adorable. Most of the time he wears priest clothes or nun's clothes. See...Wendel happens to enjoy wearing girl's clothing since he likes to pretend at times that he is on a secret mission and that he hides his identity under a frilly skirt. His clothes when not the black and white garb of the church is often brightly colored and old fashioned. Looking pretty and adorable and often having a floral or ribbon element to it. He always keeps a silver cross necklace around his neck.

But you'll hear

Outwardly this kid is basically the most energetic, annoying, psychotic, egotist you will ever have the misfortune to meet. It is sort of cute in a spazzy kind of way but it really gets of people's nerves. His overly bright and cheerful attitude is not only annoying but also rather contagious. He is just constantly smiling and cheerful, he laughs and grins and always seems so hopeful and faithful in the good in the world. He is just so pure...it is almost sickening. Wendel has the annoying habit of proclaiming his own greatness simply because he has the strongest spiritual power of almost any human you will ever meet that added to the fact that he has been coddled by priests for so long has left him a bit egotistical. It is sort of fun to watch his because he does see things in such a black and white manner, evil is evil and good is good that is that. He doesn't and cannot see it in any other way. He seems blunt and overly confident and cheerful and yet at the same time, despite how annoying he is...he still brings people hope and kindness in a way that is very rare now a days.

Inwardly far past that childish cheerful mask he is much different. It is a face and side that he would never ever show anyone, a broken insecure side that is tormented by things that he cannot control. This part of him knows exactly what he is and what his purpose is, this side of him that understands that he will have to sacrifice true closeness with people for the sake of his purpose and mission in life. Determined and far older than his childish looks or actual age ever shows this part of him that is so obviously hollow and frightened of what he will have to do but is also dead set on doing it. He doesn't open himself up that much, at night one might realize that his happiness is simply a cloud over his true self but he would never willingly show his true face. His cold broken self that is will to fight and kill in a way that only he can for a peace and happiness that he isn't fully sure exists the side of him that knows the truth but can't reveal it out of fear.

Dearest delights

Crosses - nothing can ever protect you more than a symbol you believe in.
Books and being pure - keeping oneself clean in mind and body is helpful plus you can read while being pure.
Ice cream - the most delicious food ever, he is easily bribed by it.
Snuggly blankets - because they are cozy and warm and soft.
Doing good - or at least what he believes to be good.
Cheesecake - makes his mouth water, he also likes milk cause he still thinks it will help him grow.

Will never be touched

Demons - of any type, if they come from hell they are evil.
Evil - is bad and must be destroyed.
Teasing - especially if it is him being teased, for his height, looks, zealous views.
Green beans - are nasty and should not be touched ever.
Dark alleyways - because he gets jumped a lot.
Cowards - people need to fight evil even if it kills them.

Don't say a word

The truth - about him and his past, he all wants it to go away.
Not being able to save someone - it is not fun to know you have lost someone's life.
Not being strong enough - weakness scares him more than anything because he can't be weak, he just can't.

xxxxxx ●●● Tracing the rings

All in the past

A small blood covered boy was found by the people of the church on dark and stormy evening. They found him alone of a house with the remains of what was probably three people torn limb from limb around him. This boy was Wendel. He knew his name and it was obvious he knew what had happened but he did not and will not to this day explain why he was covered in blood, who the people were, or what exactly happened. The traumatized boy back then was dead inside and out, his eyes were dull and dark like dried blood and his gaze was cold. The only thing he would mention was his hatred of demons and even then is was in such a cold and haunted voice that it truly frightened the priests and nuns around him. He was cold and apathetic and dead inside and out and it was sad to watch the poor boy just existing like that without hope or reason. He was suffering silently every single day.

That was until the day the light came down, it was an angel probably just a messenger. No one important but it marked him as special it said that he had power. Soon the priests realized the small boy had massive amounts of spiritual energy and could will them to do just about anything he wanted. They began training his and his personality was released. Soon everyone found him to be a bright carefree boy who was kind and a bit bothersome but all around was a good person with his heart in the right place. The nuns used to dress him up in girl's clothing from time to time and he became the adorable yet overactive child of the church. He was never ever allowed out of church walls and yet he had an obvious distaste and zealous hatred for demons and evil of any kind. He was being trained to be the one who exorcised them and he was trained in nothing else. He was intelligent but the views of the priests warped his view into a black and white painting of the world.

He was eighteen when he was finally allowed out, he was also eighteen when he met the man called Aeron Valdis Trammel, this man was basically his guardian. A person to watch over him and protect him and stop anyone who tried to get too close to him or hurt him. It was too bad the poor man couldn't save Wendel from himself. He has a habit of overexerting his energy to the extremes and wearing himself down to almost nothing. Wendel also has the unfortunate curse of the adorable face and body which causes him to be attacked by humans often. He likes to wander and try to get away from Valdis and he also likes to see everywhere and meet everyone he is far too energetic and yet deep down there is still that glimmer of those lost dead eyes that saw into everything and nothing all at once. He is still hiding his truth behind his black and white views and his love of justice.

All the magic in the world

Spiritual power. Now most people do not understand this but most humans cannot tap into any reserve of magical power those who can are normally little things like small time witches or magicians. He is an all out powerhouse of magic to the point where he is considered to be one of the most powerful magical humans alive which is saying something. His spiritual powers include being able to detect and see demons, angels, spirits, and various other magical beings. He can heal and purify almost anything and yet he also has the power to destroy using his spiritual magic, it is odd since he normally uses the healing power to vanquish demons but his destructive powers seem to grow everyday too. His powers are all light based so normally he is rather flashy in a fight although he is useless in a physical fight. Wendel happens to just use magic, he sucks at spells and incantations and wands and stuff like that so magic normally just happens around him.

Adorable. Now most wouldn't find this to be a power but...He is really freaking cute, the kid practically oozes charm and people are naturally attracted to him. This is not a good thing for our poor little priest. His unnaturally young femininely pretty appearance and his wide red eyes and pink hair hint at some type of seduction in his blood. No one is ever sure but their have been suspicions that he secretly also has a power similar to that of a succubus/incubus of course he wouldn't know about that at all. He is sort of oblivious to this special type of magic although he has been jumped on more than one occasion and has had many admirers. Wendel does not seem to notice much.

Things that move me

I want to hold your hand, Hi-NRG Mix. Lyrics.

Nothing at all by Sandy Howell and RAW. Lyrics.

Sleepless Beauty by K.ITO + D.K. Lyrics.

The loose ends

He is absolutely a terrible cook, seriously he has burned water, some things he cooks turn out to be monster-like creations.
Has a habit of using too much energy and collapsing, more often than not which is sort of sad.
Wendel secretly collects stuffed animals, no one knows and no one will ever know.

Pulling the strings ●●●xxxxxx

My puppeteer

Gardenia-mooN

[Gardenia-mooN]

Mephistopheles.
The dutiful Lieutenant.

What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?

And though I'd like to stand by him...
Can't shake this feeling that I have...

Wendel.
The Gentle Medium?

You who have been reborn, color your eyes without smiling alone.
Even if the world you've longed for has suddenly burned to ash, in some miracle we could still brush into each other.

(And there's no way out...) (I'm falling further down...)
(Hold me gently, always catch me, more and more, in order to break my heart...)

Nerezza Rapha Morana.
The Third of The Guardians.

As long as I could remember I dreamed in black and white
As I grew up and the sun went down, I never felt more alright

Some people say that I sound strange, some say that I'm not right
But I find beauty in this world every single night