Post and I will hang you by your entrails. :B

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

Tian Daas

The flame rests
The shadows disappear
The night, immortalized
The voice murmers....

"If I give up now..if I was with you...I could never forget. I'll continue...I must."

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Y o u a l w a y s s e e m t o b r e a k l i k e TIME

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

There is no emotion, there is peace.
xxxxxxxxxxThere is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
xxxxxxxxxxxxThere is no passion, there is serenity
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThere is no chaos, there is harmony.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThere is no death, there is the Force.



Insert name here
insert a quote here! <3

The pages of h i s t o r y
What are nicknames your character has? These aren't necessary. However, if you're grabbing a character like the Disciple or the Handmaiden, I would prefer it if you added this stuff in. XD;

so many y e a r s gone by
How old is your character? I would like to make a note: We have no idea how old many of these canon characters were in their respective games. As such, those of you who are looking to claim one of those roles...you can take this place out if you wish. If you want to keep it though..I want you to keep in mind that it's been seven years since Revan left his friends, and three since the Exile left hers. So, if you imagine that..say..Bastila..was twenty when she journeyed with Revan. That would mean that she'd be around twenty-seven now. >>; I really don't think that Revan or the Exile would be younger than thirty; you have to remember that they were both Jedi Knights during the Mandalorian Wars, and if I'm adding this up correctly, that would have been about..thirteen years before the events of this roleplay.

my view of the w o r l d
What is your character's species? Please, please, don't be frightened by the prospect of being a non-human character. I love and adore variety, and like I said. If you want to use the design of a pre-made star wars character, then by all means. I'm not going to be so elitist that I deny you an opportunity to do something the easy way. XD But..I still would like to see variety.

The r e f l e c t i on on the s u r f a c e
Appearance~~ I know that there's a picture, but there are some things that pictures can't explain.

To t e a c h, one must be willing to l e a r n
What is your character's rank? This means two different things.
One: What is their 'class'? If you don't remember these immediately, then..
Jedi Guardians are those Jedi who pay less attention to the force in order to focus on combat skills.
Jedi Sentinels are balanced; they are skilled with the force, as well as with lightsaber combat. However, much of their focus in their training involves on honing skills that do not require a knowledge of the Force.
Jedi Consulars seek to observe the higher mysteries of the force. They do not involve themselves in lightsaber combat frequently, but they have the most mastery of the Force.
Two: Are they a Padawan? A Knight? A Master? Please, keep in mind that both of these things need to fit in with one of the premade roles.

an elegant w e a p o n
Now here's where you get to have some fun. At the -very- least, I would like a lightsaber color. If you want to provide a picture of a lightsaber hilt, then go for it. Lightsabers are supposed to be unique, and Jedi have far more options for colors than the Sith. Green, yellow, blue, purple, silver, viridian..just keep in mind that silver and viridian are -rare-. And not everyone can be as badass as Mace Windu. I will give you the option of keeping the same color as your respective class(Guardian, Sentinel, Consular), but that isn't a requirement.

not a n g e r, nor h a t r e d, nor l o v e
Personality! Please, I do love multi-faceted characters. Even for the canon characters, you can get under their skin and see what makes them tick. I'm not going to get specific on length, because I want you to only be limited by your creativity. I understand that it'd be hard with the canon characters, and lets be realistic..your literacy is

A g l i m p s e of the p a s t
Your character's history. If you're playing a canon character and you're not really sure what to do about this..just go to wookiepedia. You can give me a brief summary of important notes in their past, how they came to travel with Revan/The Exile, and what they've done since Revan/the Exile left. I am -not- under any circumstances, going to accept 'will be revealed in the roleplay' for the history. And please..please..don't just give me a sentence. I won't really require it, but I -beg- you, please at least give me a paragraph.
Oh, and a note: The Jedi Masters are, unfortunately, going to have to be like...Jedi who survived the Civil War.

I'll s i n g one last t i m e
Theme song(s)! Please, no more than three..at least, listed here. x3;

the c o l o r of my s o u l
Posting colors! Please, no blinding contrast or invisible colors. x3

Hero. Villian. Savior. Conqueror.
Which will YOU be?
USERNAME

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
xxxxThrough passion, I gain strength.
xxxxxxThrough strength, I gain power.
xxxxxxxxThrough power, I gain victory.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThrough victory, my chains are broken.


Insert name here
insert a quote here! <3

The pages of h i s t o r y
What are nicknames your character has? These aren't necessary.

so many y e a r s gone by
How old is your character? As with Jedi, this isn't really required.

my view of the w o r l d
What is your character's species? Please, please, don't be frightened by the prospect of being a non-human character. I love and adore variety, and like I said. If you want to use the design of a pre-made star wars character, then by all means. I'm not going to be so elitist that I deny you an opportunity to do something the easy way. XD But..I still would like to see variety.

The d a r k places in the g a l a x y
Appearance~~ I know that there's a picture, but there are some things that pictures can't explain.

To crave p o w e r for power's s a k e
Mmkay. With the Sith, for this you have one of three things. You can have a Sith Lord, a Sith Acolyte, or a Sith Warrior. Yes, I am making part of that crap up.
I am only allowing -two- Sith Lords..they are the only two characters who may have the title of 'Darth'..one must be the master, and one has to be the apprentice.

a symbol of p o w e r
Lightsaber color, at the very least, please! If you want to give me a picture of a hilt, then by all means. Sith lightsaber colors can be red, orange, or purple. And not -everyone- can use two lightsabers at once, or a double-bladed saber. The big thing about the Sith..orange and purple are not that common; usually, they're used alongside red if someone wields two lightsabers. Purple, especially, shouldn't come into play freely unless the character does, indeed, use two sabers.

the s t r o n g rule; the w e a k must s e r v e
Personality! Please, I do love multi-faceted characters. Even for the canon characters, you can get under their skin and see what makes them tick. I'm not going to get specific on length, because I want you to only be limited by your creativity. I understand that it'd be hard with the canon characters, and lets be realistic..your literacy isn't going to be determined by the length of your profile, and I'm not going to force you to think like it is. x3

A v i s i o n of a soul c o r r u p t e d
Okay. These Sith..the lords, at least, are the 'true' Sith. I want you to keep this in mind; at some point in time, they need to have ventured beyond the outer rim. Part of the thing of the Sith, the Sith Lords in particular, is that depravity in what made them what they are is pretty much -love-. Sith are often Jedi who have given into their anger, their hate..that's what draws people into the Dark Side. Keep that in mind when you come up with backgrounds!

I'll s i n g one last t i m e
Theme song(s)! Please, no more than three..at least, listed here. x3;

you must c r a v e and c o v e t it
Posting colors! Please, no blinding contrast or invisible colors. x3

Hero. Villian. Savior. Conqueror.
Which will YOU be?
USERNAME

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

xxCHRYSTIANxxBREWERxx
xxxxAm I sick or AM I SANE?xxxx

I hitched a ride until the [ c o a s t ]
To leave behind all of my ghosts
Searching for something I couldn't FIND at home
Can't get no j o b, can you spare a d/i/m/e?
Just one more h/i/t and I'll be FINE
I swear to [ G o d ] this will be my o/n/e l/a/s/t t/i/m/e

In a CROOKED little town....

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....They were LOST and never found.

I never once thought
I'd ever be caught
Staring at sidewalks
Hiding my track marks
I left my best friends....

or did they just leave ME?

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

«x» ___ Sohma Shouhei ___ «x»

» b a s ii c s . o f . l ii f e «

→ a. k. a. ≠ Michie calls me Shou..she is the only one.
My patrons called me Kiyoshi..I never want to hear that name again.

→ candles on a cake ≠ Twenty-six

→ surprise day ≠ December 21st

→ I am . . . ≠ Hmph. Truthfully, I would simply call myself sexual, but I suppose Pansexual will have to suffice. There's a void in me, something that I need filled by..something. I use sex as a means to temporarily fill that void.

→ work, work, work ≠ I never finished high school; when I was released from the mental institution, I somehow wound up finding work as an escort. I was a companion for wealthy businessmen, and I was paid based on how enjoyable I made the time they spent with me. It was demeaning, but it saved me from having to live off of Michie's hard work.

» d ii g ii n g . d e e p e r «

→ image in the mirror ≠ I suppose it would be safe to say that I, like the rest of the cursed Sohmas(even the twisted ones, like myself..), am breathtaking in a way. While Michie inherited our mother's blue eyes and our father's black hair, I was born with something else entirely. It would be inaccurate to call my hair gray, or white. It is a brilliant silver color, and I wear it long. It is most likely as long as my younger sister's; it wasn't as though I bothered allowing anyone to cut it when I was locked away. However, possibly even more interesting than my hair, are my eyes. They are green, yes, but a luminous, catlike green, framed by impossibly thick lashes..fitting for my role as a snake, I suppose. My face is delicately structured; I have rather full lips, a slender jawline, and a slim nose. It would be easy to think me a woman, from a distance..a fact that I am not entirely pleased with.

At 5'10, I'm of an average height. I'm fairly thin, considering that I do not take the best of care when it comes to eating properly. However, I am not underweight technically, so it should be all right. My weight is pretty evenly distributed, and I have a distinctly feminine build. I have slim shoulders and a slender waist, with an almost womanly curve to my hips. My legs are long, and I have had many a customer point them out as the favorite part of my anatomy, after my face. Perhaps it's simply because they are well suited to wrap around someone's waist as if I am enjoying the service I am giving them.

When it comes to clothing, again, I have no fondness for anything special. I like button down shirts, and basic slacks. Traditional Japanese clothing doesn't appeal to me in the slightest, although some of the more simple things are rather comfortable. I prefer calm colors; usually white, black, or grey. However, I do have a particular fascination with the color red. It's rare if I do not have something red on my person at any point in time. Sometimes I will wear crimson shirts, but it's usually nothing more than a bracelet The only other thing I am rarely seen without is a shell necklace that I was given for one of my earlier birthdays. I'm not even sure why I wear it; there is no lingering affection attached to the object, as Michie wasn't the one who gave it to me. I suppose I'm simply fond of it.

→ sides of me ≠ I'm angery. Truly, that is the largest part of my personality. I was diagnosed by a therapist as suffering from schizophrenia and monomania when I was still a teenager. I am not quite in touch with reality, and there are only two things I can focus on; Michie, and my own anger. We'll discuss the latter first. Perhaps it's simply because of the curse, but I have suffered from a temper for my entire life. The problem is, I do not vent my anger. I forcibly bottle it up, let my rage grow until I simply can't contain any more. It is not hard to make me angry, but I have learned through my many years that I can keep my rage in check, hide it behind a mask of placidity. This is more for my own good than yours, however. There are very few things, few people who can make that tension, that rage fade away. One of those people is Michie.

My younger sister is truly one of my only soft spots. Everything I do, I do for her. She is fragile..perhaps moreso than I am, and if she is in pain, then I am as well. Perhaps it is simply my role as an older brother, but I would die for her..I would kill for her. At least, that's what I say. There was only one time when I ever told her that I murdered our parents for her sake, and that was the night it occurred. Perhaps I broke something in her, and I want to make amends. But I will go to whatever lengths I must to look after her, to keep her safe. I want her to be happy, I truly do..but she isn't ready to let me try to go on by myself, and I am not ready to let go of her again.

I suppose I'm just selfish.

It is difficult to get underneath my superficial emotions, to see what lies beneath. I am so quiet much of the time, it is difficult to see what makes me, me. Not many people can get close enough to try to see it, either. I hold most people at arm's length, even though many of them could give me the affection I so desperately crave. I do not enjoy being the center of attention, but I enjoy it even less when people try to move me to a place where I will not be noticed. I hate it when people try to nose about in my business, and I simply will not tolerate people who would try to hurt my sister for their own benefit.

I am unkind. Even in the face of people who deserve my empathy, I cannot lower myself to 'comfort' anyone. I suppose that, above everything else, is one of my greatest failings.

Angry, quiet, overprotective, and selfish. Yes, I suppose that sums me up quite well.

→ retell the tale ≠
Ah, so you want to hear the tale? Hear why I am the way I am? The doctors will call it psychosis, E-PTSD, anything to justify themselves, but I suppose I can give you my side of the story, can't I? I am the way I am, for the sole sake of taking care of my little sister.

The first thing to note is that my parents were indifferent to my existence. My father was a Sohma. Ironically, his grandfather, my great-grandfather was none other than Momiji Sohma, although that person died quite some time before I was born. As for my mother? She was American, a businesswoman who had been relocated to Japan. I suppose there's was an affair like any other; they had no intentions of getting married, but that changed when my mother became pregnant. They were married before she had even reached five months, and two months later, there I was, a bit too early for my own good. My grandmother thought that I was some sort of demon, with my unholy green eyes, but my father..my father knew that there was something wrong. He shooed the nurses out of the room before he gave me to my mother, and with good reason. The moment I was wrapped safely in my mother's arms, I transformed. She was no longer holding a perfectly silent child; instead, what she was holding was a monster. Silver scales, a forked tongue, and so many bones protruding from the back of a rather good-sized serpent.

It was up to my father to explain the curse to her, but he was shocked as well. This..this was not what his grandfather had told him about. Something so deformed, looking as if it should be in excruciating pain...it unsettled him. However, my parents decided that even with the curse, they would look after my as best they could. It became a bit easier when they realized how exceptionally bright I was. I was capable of talking by the time I had reached nine months of age, but I was almost two before I started walking. The first time they tried to let me walk, I ended up falling and hitting my head on the low coffee table. That was when they found out about the hemophilia I had inherited from my mother's side of the family. I suppose it was unfortunate for them that I didn't die from a head injury at such a young age.

From that point on, everything I did was controlled by my parents, to prevent me from being injured. I suppose they did it for my own good, but I didn't want to be controlled. There was always something there, even when I was small, that made me want to be the one doing the controlling. Mother moved us back to Boston, closer to her family, when she became pregnant again. I was close to four years old when Michie was born. When she came into this world, that girl was the center of my life. I wanted to take care of her, I wanted to something good for -her- sake. As we grew older, my parents thought that my attachment to her was unhealthy. Perhaps it was.

When I was fifteen, I got in a fight with a young man who thought it would be a good idea to make inappropriate remarks to me about my younger sister. I broke this young man's nose, and I most likely would have done worse if a teacher had not dragged me away. My parents began to more frequently question the attachment, the protective nature I had when it came to my sister. I was losing touch with reality, and she was the only thing that mattered to me. It was with a heavy heart that they decided that it would be best to send me to Japan. I could live with my father's relatives, and Michie could remain with our parents in Boston.

Unfortunately, it didn't turn out like they planned. Father tried to explain what they were going to do, tried to make me understand that it would be best for me. It didn't work; all that mattered to me was that they were trying to take me away from Michie, and that she needed me. Perhaps they thought they mattered enough to me that I wouldn't try to stop them. But I did stop them. They weren't taking her away from me. The details of that night are blurry to me, but I do remember one thing. I remember touching my ten year old sister's face with one of my bloodstained hands, and saying something that made something in her break as well.

"If they're gone, we can stay together. Isn't that what's best?"

Our grandmother came by that night, to speak to my mother about something. When no one answered the door, she let herself in. Perhaps she knew immediately it was me; after all, I was the monster, that evil, evil creature that would never be human. It was my own grandmother who took me to the police. The 'proper authorities' had me evaluated by a psychiatrist. Extreme-Post traumatic stress disorder, psychotic depression, and monomania; I was considered mentally ill, as if I didn't already know that. According to the psychiatrist, I had been suffering from such things for years, and they had obviously been largely untreated. Therefore, I was apparently not responsible for my actions; however, when my grandmother was given custody over Michie and I, she agreed that I needed to be locked up until I was no longer considered dangerous to society. So I was put in a mental institution 'for my own benefit.'

It took approximately five months before I was kept in a room by myself because of my constant bursts of rage. They considered diagnosing me as bi-polar and medicating me for that, but I did not have moodswings. I had one mood, and that was angry. It took only two weeks before I lost my temper yet again. This time, there was nothing around to hurt, so I injured myself instead. It was then that the doctors were made consciously aware of my hemophilia, and I eventually had to, quite literally, be kept in a padded room. I remained there for a good eight years too, until my grandmother died. It was just a few weeks before my twenty-first birthday, and in that time, I had once again learned to control my anger, to let it continue to build up. It was not healthy, but I could fool the therapists, make them think I really was calm. Stupid, stupid people.

When Michie was eighteen, she came to get me. I was twenty-one; it had been eight years since I'd seen my little sister, but she was still determined to get me out of that place. Since our grandmother was dead, I was essentially in -her- care. I was not considered dangerous to society anymore, so she was allowed to take me out of that place. The very first night I was back in society, I woke up from a cold sweat due to a nightmare that I couldn't remember. But Michie took care of me; she moved us to Japan so that I could have a fresh start, she put up with my bursts of anger, and she comforted me in whatever way she could without giving me the warm hug of a little sister.

I made an attempt to find a job, so that Michie didn't have to work for the both of us, but it was difficult. I had never finished highschool, which limited my options significantly. Eventually, I was approached by a man who had an idea as to what I could do. I became an escort; it was nothing more than expensive prositution masquerading as something legitimate. It was a demeaning 'job', but I did it anyways..for Michie's sake. It wasn't until I got accustomed to my job that I realized that there was something missing in me. If I was not reaching that high that could only be given through sex, then there was an ache, a hole in me that needed to be filled. I never told Michie the details of my job, but I suspect she knew anyways.

It was my sister who discovered the Sohma Estate, though she never told me how. She took me there, to introduce me to the head of the family. We were told that I would be allowed to return to the Estates, to attend a banquet for my fellow cursed family members. And Michie? She would be allowed to come with me, and we could both live there. Though both of us were apprehensive, my sister saw this as an excuse for me to stop my..'work', so she agreed. As such, here we are. I care nothing for these other people who are so like me, but I will maintain my composure for her sake.

→ don’t tell a soul ≠ There are three things in me that you have no business knowing.
First, it is no concern of anyone's, save for Michie, that I was viewed as criminally insane at the age of thirteen.
Second, the job I had as an 'escort' is no one's business. Period. I was nothing more than an expensive prostitute, and that is behind me now.
Finally...I do regret the fact that I ruined Michie's life. I took something precious away from her due to my own selfishness, and she'll never get those two important people back.

» p e r s o n a l . ii n f o r m a t ii o n «

→ i love ≠
Michie
Being afraid
Sweets
Snow
Blood
Popcorn
Affection
The Ocean
Eyes

→ get away ≠
Medicine
Shots
Being annoyed
Alcohol
Pain

→ shaking in my boots ≠
Dying
Bleeding
Being confined
Fire

→ getting power ≠
Calm
Intelligent
Determined

→ weak at the knees ≠
Violent
Psychotic
Vain
Paranoid

→ dance to the music ≠
Gackt -- -- Ghost
Billy Talent -- -- Devil in a Midnight Mass

→ be an oracle ≠
No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks. -- Mary Wollstonecraft

» c u r s e d . f o r . l ii f e «

→ are there any animals in here ≠
The snake, twisted by h a t r e d

→ fur, spots, stripes ≠
I am rather large..that is one thing you should note. I am roughly three yards long, and it is impossible to tell what sort of..'species' of snake I am..or was. My scales are silver, the precise shade of my hair, and my eyes are that same disturbing green. Now then, this would be frightening enough, but there is something..wrong with the way my body is structured in this form. There are bones curving up, straight through the top of my body, all the way down. It's as if I was born with a second exoskeleton, mirroring the one that allows me to move freely...only there wasn't enough room in my body to contain both exoskeletons completely. It looks painful, and honestly? In this form, I can feel the pain of all of those bones protruding from my body. Most unsettling.

» t h e . b ii g . m a n «

→ behind the mask ≠ C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

→ skittles, taste the rainbow ≠
Will I ever FORGET to REMEMBER?

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

«x» ___ Michie Sohma ___ «x»

» b a s ii c s . o f . l ii f e «

→ a. k. a. ≠ I got tired of girls at school forgetting to pronounce the e in my name, so I started going by Mimi. Shou still introduces me as Michie, but most everyone calls me Mimi anyways.

→ candles on a cake ≠ Twenty-two

→ surprise day ≠ September 9th

→ I am . . . ≠ Heterosexual, but I'm not going to concern myself with relationships until I know that my brother can take care of himself. He needs me, more than anyone else ever will.

→ work, work, work ≠ I found a job working as a hostess at a restaurant; I've been there for a couple of years because they'll give me the hours I need.

» d ii g ii n g . d e e p e r «

→ image in the mirror ≠ What is there to say, truly? Though I will never be as beautiful as the Sohmas who are cursed, this does not mean that I am not pretty. If you were to look at my brother and I, standing side by side, you would be able to see our relation. I have the same slender jawline, the same full lips, the same delicately constructed cheekbones. However, while his features are sharp, almost exotic, mine are soft. My eyes are reminiscent of both parents; blue like my mother's, but with the distinct almond shape that belongs to those of Asian descent. I have grown my hair out for many years; it is only a bit past my waist. I inherited my father's black hair; though it is not nearly as beautiful as my brother's silver tresses, it makes my eyes stand out that much more.

I have a small build. Standing at 5'2 and weighing 110 pounds, I am not the most imposing of people. Everything about me is slender, from my shoulders to my waist to my legs. I am not really 'skinny' in the sense that I am very bony. Actually, my body fat is very evenly distributed, to just make me look 'soft'. I am not the most well-endowed of women; I wear a 34B. It's average, for me, so I'm content. I do have an obvious curve to my hips, although it, like everything else about me, is nothing more than a gentle swell that doesn't make itself obvious. My legs are somewhat on the long side, although not terribly so..which should be relatively apparent thanks to my height.

When it comes to clothing..though I do love fashion, and expensive clothing made from beautiful fabrics, I'm more practical than anything. I do not wear bright colors, because they do not suit me; yellow, in particular, is a hideous color on me. I prefer muted colors, much like my brother does, although I also have a fondness for pastels and more earthy tones. I do not wear pants that often; nor do I wear short skirts. My clothing is usually modest, something that won't draw much attention to me. I look like nothing more than the average woman you may pass on the street. If I wear jeans, it is usually in the comfort of my own home when I don't expect to be doing anything.

I suppose, that even with the good looks I inherited as a Sohma, I am still rather plain.

→ sides of me ≠ I...I'm not someone you want to try to get close to. For your own good. There is something wrong with me, and I don't need to destroy anyone else because of it.

It isn't hard to get along with me. I'm patient, and I am not a hateful individual. Grandmother always said that I had a marvelous temperament; something that I apparently inherited from my mother. I don't get angry often, and even when I do, I prefer to keep my anger to myself. Some people find the inability to get under my skin to be unnerving at times, but that doesn't particularly matter to me. I try to do what I can so that I don't draw attention to myself, if only because I do not like being the center of everyone's attention. It isn't hard for my to hold my tongue, even if I disagree with something; I learned long ago that the smartest remark is silence.

I'm a bit of a loner, but that's because I just don't mesh well with other people. It's not anyone's fault, and if I'm cold, it doesn't mean that I don't like you. I just don't think that I can handle having many people in my heart. I am a natural worrier when it comes to the people that matter to me. I worry about whether or not they'll be all right, if I can take care of them..if they can be happy.

It's been years since I let myself be a child. I grew up too quickly, mostly for my own good. I am a very empathetic individual because of it; I do my best to read people. Why? Because I don't want to be the cause of someone's pain. If someone is upset about something, I want to try to make them feel better in whatever way possible. This is the real reason why I know Shouhei better than anybody. He feels guilty about what he did, I know, but he doesn't believe me when I say that it wasn't his fault. It's never been his fault..Grandmother told me that Shou is a monster, but that isn't true. I think that the misplaced guilt he has is eating at him, so I want to try to alleviate his pain. I'm not sure if I'd try that for everyone, but..I like to think that I would. However, just because I try, doesn't mean that it'll work..most of the time, it doesn't. I'm not strong enough to take other people's pain as my own.

..If you haven't noticed, I don't have much confidence in myself. Why would I? It isn't like I doubt my talents with certain things, like cooking and sewing and singing, but I'm still not self-confident. I've messed up too many things for the people I care about, that even things I -can- do right won't make up for it. But even so..I'll try my best. Maybe, one day, I'll be able to make up for everything I've done, and Shou will be able to forgive himself..and forgive me.

→ retell the tale ≠ I was born in Boston to an American business woman and her Japanese husband. My mother was four months pregant with me when she moved to the United States again with my father and my older brother, Shou. From a very young age, Shou looked after me. My parents told me that I couldn't hug him, because something bad would happen and he would be in terrible, terribly pain. I don't think they wanted to tell me about the first, but I learned about it rather early in my life. My brother wanted so much to be able to play with me like a normal brother and sister, but he couldn't. One day though, when I was about four, he did hug me. When he transformed, I was more surprised than anything, but I was too young to be afraid. All that I thought was that the snake that was curled up in front of me looked like it must have been in pain. Shou told me later that he was in pain in that form..but he wanted to show it to me anyways, in the hopes that I would accept him.

He was my brother; how could I not accept him?

As I got older, I wasn't as intelligent as Shouhei, but I tried anyways. My grandmother spoiled me, and even at that age, she told me that my older brother was a monster. I didn't believe her..Shou was always unnervingly quiet, but he took care of me almost as much as our parents did. I loved him. However, the older Shou got, in our parents' eyes, the closer he seemed to get to me. They thought his..'fixation' was unhealthy, and they wanted to get rid of it. However, they weren't sure how until he turned thirteen. I was ten when he came home, dirty, but with a cold look on his face like someone had sincerely tried to rip apart his pride. I heard my parents in the kitchen, arguing with him about it later, while I sat in the living room reading a book. However, the moment I heard my mother scream, my entire world was thrown upside down. When I hurried into the kitchen to see what had happened, I saw Shou. His clothes, and his pretty silver hair, were all soaked with blood..our parents' blood.

I can't remember if I screamed, or if I simply asked him "Why?" I wasn't afraid though; he was my brother, and he couldn't possibly do anything like this! It must have been something else..anything else. I still wasn't scared, even when he touched my face with a hand that was dripping with blood. I can remember, as clear as day though, what he said to me then.

"If they're gone, we can stay together. Isn't that what's best?"

Stay together? He..our parents were dead..because of me? Because of me, my mother..and my father...

It's all my fault..mine..!!

I screamed then. I curled up in a corner with my brother and cried until our grandmother found us. She knew that something terrible had happened, but she didn't do the right thing. Instead of blaming me, she had my brother locked up in a mental institution. She left him there, all alone, and I was left to live with her. It was eight years before I saw Shou again. During those eight years, that guilt..the knowledge of knowing what I had made my older brother do, gnawed at me until I couldn't stand it anymore. I resolved every day that I would make it up to him..I would take him away from that awful place our grandmother had put him in, and I would make everything right.

I was eighteen when our grandmother died, shortly before Shouhei's twenty-second birthday. When she died, everything she had went to me. I only considered her funeral long enough to have her buried, and then she was removed from my mind. I went to the institution where I had left my brother alone for so many years, and I got him out of that place. But even if I did take him away, Shou had changed. I'd left him alone for such a long, long time..he had nightmares, many of which left him so unsettled he simply couldn't get back to sleep. So, I thought that it might help if we moved to Japan, where our Father had come from, so that he could have a new start. It helped some, but I knew that he was still in pain. Shou thought that he was at fault for what he'd done, but it wasn't. To make it up to him, I stayed by his side. I made sure he took care of himself, took his medication..and if he didn't, I stayed with him while he let all of his anger go. It was the least I could do.

A few days before Shou's twenty-sixth birthday, I visited the Sohma Estate for the first time. I thought that maybe they could help my brother; I spoke to the head of the family about him, and I was told that we could move into the Estates. There were others like him..so many others. And there was to be a banquet, meant only for the cursed ones like him. So, we went. There was one definitely good thing about moving there..Shou quit his 'job' as an escort. I know he tried to hide the details of that job from me, but I knew..how could I not? I didn't want him to have to do something like that anymore.

I have many years I need to make up to him, and I can only hope that I don't shatter before I'm through.

→ don’t tell a soul ≠
I am terrified that I am going to lose Shou again. He is weak, just like me..and I'm afraid that if I leave him alone again, I won't be able to get him back.
Maybe our relationship, to strangers, would make us seem more like lovers than siblings, but that isn't true. I just..I'll do whatever I can to take care of him.

I wanted to be a singer, once upon a time..just one of those stupid dreams, I suppose.

» p e r s o n a l . ii n f o r m a t ii o n «

→ i love ≠
Shouhei
Kimono
Tomatoes
Snakes
Makeup
Hairpins
Singing
Musicians
Chocolate
The Ocean
Butterflies
Cooking
Beading -- I spend quite a bit of my free time beading outfits; it's soothing.

→ get away ≠
Vinegar
Doctors
Lace
Peanut butter
Rain
Crying
Flirting -- I don't like being flirted with, and I'm very bad at flirting
Cigarettes -- Shou smokes sometimes, but I can't stand the smell..
Alcohol

→ shaking in my boots ≠
Losing Shou again...
Psychologists
Blood
Closed spaces
High places

→ getting power ≠ Cooking

Determined
Patient
Empathetic
Practical

→ weak at the knees ≠
Shouhei
Musicians
Beautiful Clothing

NO self-confidence
Blames herself too much
Fragile

→ dance to the music ≠ Vanessa Carlton -- -- Paradise
Sia -- -- Breathe Me
t.A.t.U -- -- 30 Minutes

→ be an oracle ≠
"People protect what they love." - Jacques Yves Cousteau
"I'm sorry Shou. That you were lonely for so long..it's all my fault, isn't it?"

» t h e . b ii g . m a n «

→ behind the mask ≠ C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

→ skittles, taste the rainbow ≠ PLEASE, don't ever FORGIVE me...

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

S h o u h e i S o h m a
Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My heart's a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is spent.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.

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I know Im selfish, Im unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
SOMEONE TO BRUISE AND LEAVE BEHIND.

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. . .Every M E and every Y O U . . .

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today, and
The worst part is THERE'S NO ONE ELSE TO BLAME

I THINK THAT I M I G H T B R E A K
I'VE L O S T MYSELF AND I FEEL U N S A F E

Oº°‘¨Help! I h a v e d o n e i t a g a i n ¨‘°ºO



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Oº°‘¨Ouch! I h a v e l o s t m y s e l f a g a i n ¨‘°ºO

Be my friend
Hold me
Wrap me up..
UNFOLD ME

I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up...
AND BREATHE ME

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

M i c h i e &&& S h o u h e i



Oh how I adore You
Oh how I thirst for You
OH HOW I NEED YOU

Tell me that you will listen
Your touch is what I'm missing
And the more I hide I realize
I'M SLOWLY LOSING YOU

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I HATE LIVING WITHOUT YOU
Dead wrong to ever doubt you
But my demons lay in waiting
Tempting me away

I'll never wake up without
an overdose of Y O U

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

«x» ___ Satine Brewer ___ «x»

» b a s ii c s . o f . l ii f e «

→ a. k. a. ≠ Mignonette: My real name is Mignonette. This should be enough of a reason for me to go by a nickname.
Claire: And Claire is my middle name. During my brief flirtation with stardom, I went by the name Claire...but in the end, I always go back to my stage name.

My stage name used to be Kitty, because I was so 'cute and sweet'. But when I got back on stage after surgery, Roxy decided that Satine should be my stage name. Henry loved it, and I started introducing myself in public by this. But you must admit, it is an improvement from 'Mignonette'.

→ candles on a cake ≠ Twenty-two years went by too fast..

→ surprise day ≠ April 30th

→ I am . . . ≠ Bisexual: Love me, and I'll be whatever you want me to be.

→ work, work, work ≠ I was a performer at a nightclub in New York. Um...to be precise..I was a stripper. Henry was very strict about enforcing the rule that no one touch 'his' girls..the ones that performed on stage, anyways. Some of them would be out there to give patrons private dances, but I was kept as one of the few who did -nothing- but perform on stage. I was grateful for that.

» d ii g ii n g . d e e p e r «

→ image in the mirror ≠ Is it bad if I'm not uncomfortable saying that I'm pretty?

I'm the spitting image of my mother when she was younger, right down to my slender hands. Slender..that's a good word to use to describe me. I'm small, but Connie says I'm stacked...which isn't really true, but when she's only comparing me to herself..maybe I am? At five feet, three inches, most..no, all of my friends tend to tower over me..I'm the one who gets stuck in the front for group pictures. I'm relatively slight too, about 109 pounds. I'm not..I don't really have that many curves; they're soft, but still there. I have a shape, which is good enough most of the time. I've got some muscle, but not really enough for you to be able to see a lot of it. It's mainly my stomach, and my arms. I don't really look that strong, and I'm really not.

I'm pale, which was a bit of a rarity at Hard Candy. I don't tan; I burn. Though my skin isn't paper-white, thanks to some hints of peach, it's pretty obvious that I avoid sunlight like the plague. But hey, we all have things like that, don't we? I have a few flaws on my skin; scars from childhood and my own clumsiness, mostly. The most noticeable is a scar at my neck, from my surgery. I do my absolute best to cover it up most of the time, and when I absolutely have to show my neck off, it takes quite a bit of makeup to cover it. My ears are only pierced once, and I must have been the only one of of Henry's girI who didn't have her bellybutton and/or her 'downstairs area' pierced. I have one tattoo..Roxy convinced me to get it when I was probably a bit drunk and stupid enough to agree. It's a small four leaf clover, high up on the inside of my thigh. You...um, you can't really see it unless I have my legs spread really wide. L..let's just leave it at that! I'm not going to show it to you..Roxy just thought it would be hilarious. Um..moving on!

I am very, very fortunate that I didn't require much in the way of chemotherapy. I tend to be a bit obsessive over my hair, and the fact that I didn't lose much of it really did make me happy. My hair is long, probably a bit past my waist..and it's white-blonde. Actually, minus the pink in my scales, it's about the same color as my fins in my cursed form. Is that a recurring thing..? Oh, nevermind. My hair is relatively straight, but it has body.. Connie had always wanted to be a hair stylist, so I was usually her favorite test subject; actually, she was the one who gave me my side-swept bangs. I had some pretty interesting hairstyles for the stage, and for public. She gave me her favorite curling iron as a going-away present before I left for Japan too. I've taken to pulling a good part of my hair back, pinning it in some messy way, and curling whatever hangs down..it never looks exactly the same. But that isn't to say that my hair doesn't just look good hanging free. I have dark blue eyes, too..my mother's classic beauty, I guess. But she had sharper features than I am

When it comes to clothes...well, I'll wear anything, to be honest. Nina, a friend of mine who wanted to be a designer, enjoyed using me as a model for some of her clothing. Well, she did before she went to France with my ex-fiance...we'll get into that later. I kept with her idea of leather and lace though, and a lot of times, I try to play sweet and sexy at the same time. I can wear lace, I can wear leather, and I can be just in comfortable in them as in a t-shirt and jeans. Connie, Roxy, and I always kept something more signature so we could tell our own wardrobes apart..or, at least, so Connie and Roxy could tell each other's apart. For the most part, Connie wore leather and fur patterned stuff, Roxy wore cropped shirts and jeans that sat too low on her hips, and me? Well, I had ruffles and lace and softer, more feminine things. If I showed anything off, it was my shoulders..which usually provided contrast to Connie's legs and Roxy's chest. I always enjoyed shopping, and since we split that cheap apartment between the three of us, we could always save up enough money for big shopping sprees. It was fun, and I have a lot of clothes and shoes because of it! I like jewelry too, yes, but I don't have much of it..any of the expensive jewelry I had, I sold..except for my engagement ring. I wear it on a chain around my neck, against my better judgement.

Maybe I really am frillier than I should be...

→ sides of me ≠
Well, lets see. Roxy says I'm a 'girly-girl' most of the time, and..lets just see if I can explain it to you.

I'm not pessimistic most of the time; I always prefer to look on the bright side of things. The glass, for me, is half-full, and if something can get better, then it will. That's the way I've tried to live my life until now. However, at certain points in my life, I will admit that I've simply..given up. The doctors tell me that there's no reason why I won't be able to sing again, but I know I won't be able to. Even if I can, I won't sound the same, and I'll never be able to perform on a stage...

I'm sorry, I was starting to angst, wasn't I? Hmm..lets try a different approach.

They say that Pisces people are compassionate..among other things. I'll focus on that first. Well, I am compassionate. Cold-hearted, me? No, never! I care about people, even complete strangers. Children, old people, people who just need help..I want to be able to help. If someone needed it more than me, then I would give them the shirt off my back. I trust people unconditionally, sometimes with a very, very poor outcome for myself. I don't.. Roxy always told me that I was going to wind up giving away everything I had to someone greedy jerk(-not- the word she used) who didn't deserve it. Gullible? Yeah, but I'd rather give something to someone who doesn't need it than to ignore someone who really does need my help. If I commit to helping someone, I tend to get too involved in their problems..so if it doesn't work out, I'm oftentimes more hurt than they are about it. Sometimes, I get so involved in focusing on what seems like it's a problem, that I don't notice when it isn't. When that happens, I don't immediately get why they get mad at me. Connie and Roxy figure the easiest thing to call me is naive..or delusional.

I care too much about what people think of me sometimes. I don't like the looks people give me when they learn what my job is, like I'm trashy or something because I like my job sometimes. I'll try to be what people think I should be. Although, a lot of the time, it doesn't work out. People think I should be rough and edgy, but...well, I'm about as edgy as a marshmallow. I'm not violent, and I tend to take things lying down. I'm a bit of a doormat..well, there's no bit about it. I -am- a doormat. I let people walk over me. All someone has ever had to say to me is 'Trust me', and I'll believe them. I want to see the good in people so badly, that it takes someone else telling me that I'm getting hurt before I realize it myself. That brings me to my next point.

I need someone to look after me. I want to be loved, to be treated like I'm special. I'm not strong enough to take care of myself..not really. My parents took care of me, Henry took care of me, and my girls took care of me..I've never -had- to take care of myself. This isn't saying that I'm not smart enough to balance finances and pay rent and bills and everything else, but I'm just accustomed to having someone there to pick me up if I take a stumble. I'm weak, and I can't pretend that I'm strong so people don't fuss over me. I like it when people fuss over me..it means that they still care about me, right? As long as someone loves me, I will do whatever they want me to do, unless my gut just tells me it's wrong. And if I care about someone..well, I'll be as protective and fussy over them as I think they might need me to be. Just as I like affection, I enjoy smothering the people I love with that same affection. I'm like a cat, rubbing around your legs for attention.

Is that it..? I think it is.

I have my ups, and my downs. More ups than downs though. But after a certain point, everything just seems steadier than it actually is with me. If you'll give it a try, if you just wait and promise that you won't break my heart, maybe you can see me for who I am.

→ retell the tale ≠
Um..do you really want to hear this? Well, alright then..I guess I can tell you. It's not a very good story, but it's mine.

We should start with my parents. Lauren Devearaux was my mother; she taught French at a highschool in New York. My father's name was Nathan Brewer. He was a businessman, the older brother of one of her students. She was twenty-six, and he was twenty-seven. I don't thin Aunt Megan approved of the marriage, but she overdosed when I was three so she probably didn't approve of much of anything. Speaking of me..I was born on Mum's twenty-eighth birthday, two months earlier than I was supposed to be. I was healthy though..for the most part. When Papa took me from my mother, something happened that turned their entire world upside down. With a poof of smoke, I was gone. Instead of his baby girl, Nathan was holding..a fish? I'm sure it was very distressing; Papa said that Mum even fainted. One of the nurses ran to get something to put me in, and my mother came to right as I transformed back. They were...confused, among other things. Why had it happened? But my parents were both determined to stay together..to keep our family together. So they raised me anyways. I was an exceptional child, regardless of what they said. My aunt never liked me..neither did my grandfather, but the only two people that mattered to me were Mum and Papa.

When I was eleven, Mum got sick. I didn't really think about it until later, but I should have thought of her later on in my life when..well, we'll get to that later. The doctors said it was leukemia...I think it was too advanced when they discovered it. All we could do for her was try to keep her going, and pray for a miracle. But it didn't come. On Papa's forty-second birthday, my mother left us. It was hard on him, but he was determined to raise me. He was the only one left who could; Grandfather had died a few weeks after I turned ten, and aunt Megan.. well, I already mentioned her, right? I don't think Papa ever really recovered from losing Mum though. He was depressed, and, when I was seventeen, a bigger name took over his company. I was all he had left...and I don't think that was enough. He faded fast once he started drinking, and the day before I graduated high school, he went for a drive and never came home. Most girls go to graduation with a smile on their face. I was left trying to figure out how I was going to settle any debts my father may have had. Though Papa was honest, he had more than a few debts to pay. And by the time I got all of those sorted out, there was about $20,000 left. I was still young..I didn't want to try to sell the house I'd grown up in, but I didn't have many options. I sold the house, rented an apartment, and started looking for work.

But I wasn't ready to live on my own, without someone to fall back on. It was hard for me to hold a job, if only because I couldn't stand the confinement that came with it. As a matter of fact, I had just been fired from a job at a fast food restaurant when I, quite literally, ran into Henry Whittaker. See, I had run to a park, so I could maybe watch the ducks and clear my head, but I wasn't looking and..I crashed right into him. It was very embarrassing. I'm not sure what he was thinking when he grabbed me and tossed me into a pond(furthermore, I'm not sure how I survived -that- little trip..), but he was very interested in me when I transformed back. He offered me a job while I was in the process of getting dressed. That's Henry for you, though; if he thinks someone will be useful to him, then..well, that's all that they need. He sent me to three of his girls; Nina, Roxy, and Connie, to see if I could be made appropriate for the job. Those girls became my new best friends. Nina was almost as ditzy as I was, though she was a good six years older than me. Connie..well, Connie's about as cuddly as a sawblade, but she looked after me like I was her little sister. Roxy didn't take to me until later, but she was the one who taught me how to work a pole..much to the displeasure of my stomach muscles.

It was mortifying for me, starting out, being a stripper at Hard Candy. But my employer looked out for me, and after one too many spilled drinks when someone slapped my a**, he figured out that I wasn't going to cut it on the floor. So, he put me up on stage. Stripteases, 'playing' with one of the other girls(usually Nina, now that I think about it..) on stage..he had rules about people touching his girls when they were giving performances. He paid me the same as the girls who worked on the same level as the customers for a while, but I didn't mind. I got along with the girls easily enough, and once I got over my mortification, it was kind of..fun. Henry looked after me like I was his own daughter. Roxy and I went to see a musical once, and that was when I decided that I wanted to be on stage...and not the stage at Hard Candy. I wanted to be an actress, or a singer, or maybe both. I practiced, I tried to get into lesser known plays, I performed at hole-in-the-wall clubs..I don't think I'd ever wanted something so badly in my life.

At least, until I met Daniel.

Daniel Bernard...the love of my life..well, the ex-love of my life. I met him after a performance at a club. Well, sort of. I was running late, so I gave him a brief introduction as 'Claire Brewer' before I ran off to Hard Candy. I didn't actually realize that he'd followed me there until later, when I was up on stage in the process of..well, nevermind that. He stayed until I got off work, and, with Connie behind me like a personal bodyguard, he told me what he wanted. He was directing a play..it was small, but he had connections enough to get some relatively well-known critics in to see it. If he could make it work, it might be able to hit a big stage..and he wanted me to be his lead. Where a relationship came into the mix, I don't know. I had a few happy months with him though. Connie and Roxy fussed over me every time I went on a date like a pair of nervous parents, and Nina...well, I thought she was happy for me too. I was barely twenty, and I was having everything I wanted handed to me on a plate. Four months after I met Daniel, he proposed to me. Connie said it was too soon for that, but I accepted anyways.

Two weeks later, I started coughing hard enough to cough blood on stage at Hard Candy, and Henry took me to the hospital. I had been having more and more trouble singing and swallowing and just breathing, but it took that for me to actually go and get checked out. What I had, I learned, was throat cancer. It was rare, very rare, and they weren't sure if they'd caught it in time. When all was said and done, it was Connie and Roxie and Henry who looked after me. The very moment that doctor said "You have cancer", Connie was ready to make a suicide pact with me...which was weird, but I loved her for it anyways. I had to go through chemo, just so they could be -absolutely- certain that the tumor would be small enough for them to operate on, and after a few months, they did operate. I couldn't talk for a while, but once I could, I learned a few things. One, my fiance was , according to Connie, a 'mother expletive-ing slime ball' who ran out on me when I couldn't sing. He couldn't find anyone to replace me, so he'd ran off for greener pastures...and that would be number two. The second thing I learned was that part of those greener pastures had involved..Nina. I didn't ever think that she would do something like that to me, but I was wrong. I was..mortified, to be honest. And as soon as I got home, I wanted to just curl up under the covers and die.

But I couldn't waste away in self-pity for forever. I had a job to keep and bills to pay. Until I grew comfortable enough to go back on stage, I stayed behind the bar. I like to imagine that it was because of the curse that Henry accommodated me so well..I wasn't normal, and..he was the only person who knew that. He let me stay safely behind the bar until I was ready, and Connie nearly got herself arrested trying to take care of me. Heck, even Roxy got me drunk and made me get a tattoo, which probably shouldn't have helped any, only it did. I had friends who cared about me ,and that was all I really needed in the end. When the scar had faded enough, Roxy did my makeup to hide it the rest of the way, and I went back on stage. I was different then. That was when she christened me Satine. I stuck with that name, too. It was something new, for a new me. The me that simply wanted to enjoy being with her friends, even if it was on a stage doing something lascivious.

It was after work when someone approached me, mentioning the curse. I had to explain it to Roxy and Connie then. They thought it was..kinky, I think was the word Connie used? I love my friends. I was invited to a banquet, and I think Connie accepted for me. I sold most of the remaining jewelry that I had from my relationship with Daniel to pay the absolute last bits of my medical bills, so I would have nothing but that stupid engagement ring tying me down. In the end though, it was Henry who had to force me on the plane, the morning after they threw me a going-away party. Henry Whittaker, stripclub owner extraordinaire, closed down Hard Candy for one night so the girls could give me a 'proper goodbye'. When he did that, I didn't want to leave my best friends, or the place I had come to call home. But he told me something that I guess he thought I needed to hear.

"You need a fresh start, kitten."

And so I did.

→ don’t tell a soul ≠ Don't tell anyone about:
The Curse
My ex-fiance
I'm really afraid that my cancer is going to come back...it's in remission right now, and the doctors don't think that it will come back, but....
Umm...people expect things from me when they figure out that I was a stripper...so don't tell anyone please?

» p e r s o n a l . ii n f o r m a t ii o n «

→ i love ≠
-+-Dancing
-+-Acting
-+-The Stage
-+-Swimming
-+-Shopping
-+-Being Loved

-+-Ice cream
-+-Chocolate
-+-Coffee
-+-Seafood(I am -not- a cannibal! ..Am I?)
-+-Champagne
-+-Perfume
-+-Clothes
-+-Diamonds
-+-Shoes
-+-Presents

-+-Rain
-+-Boys
-+-Romance novels(You know; the ones written to give middle aged women hot flashes?)
-+-Fashion
-+-Decorating
-+-Privacy

→ get away ≠
--Cats
--Snakes
--Rude girls
--Hot weather
--Snow
--Cigarettes
--Sunburn
--Alcohol
--Being drunk
--Stiff people

→ shaking in my boots ≠
-x-Being Alone
-x-Surgery
-x-Thunder
-x-Spiders
-x-Guns
-x-Drunks

→ getting power ≠
Acting
Singing -- I can't sing anymore though....
Dancing in heels -- I worked a pole for about four years...that's extreme practice.

Bright
Upbeat
Creative
Polite

→ weak at the knees ≠
'Nice' people
Men with a fashion sense~

Materialistic
"Ditzy"
Childish
Gullible
Shallow

→ dance to the music ≠ Queen -- -- The Show Must Go On
Loni Rose -- -- Let me go Back
Faye Wong -- -- Eyes on me

→ be an oracle ≠
"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song." -- -- Maya Angelou

» c u r s e d . f o r . l ii f e «

→ are there any animals in here ≠ The fragile Pisces...?

→ fur, spots, stripes ≠ A siamese fighting fish? Is that what they're called? I'm a pretty fish, that's all I know. I'm really small, too. My body and fins are white in some places, and pale pink in others. Oh! Speaking of fins..I have very long fins, and they're very flashy. Just like me, yeah? I'm really delicate in this form..seriously, if I am out of water for more than a few seconds when I transform, I'll die.

» t h e . b ii g . m a n «

→ behind the mask ≠ C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n

→ skittles, taste the rainbow ≠ It's DIAMONDS are a girl's BEST friend

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

Mignonette"𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢"Brewer
My life changes with everything around me..

I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
I have to find the will to carry on
The show must go on
Inside my h e a r t is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
but my s m i l e still stays on

ON WITH THE SHOW!

maybe it means nothing※but i'm a f r a i d to move

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Oh words like rain how sweet the sound
"Well anyways," she said, "I'll s e e y o u a r o u n d. . ."

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

God said when you d/i/e

xxxxxxYour life will p.a.s.s before your eyes

xxxxxxxxxxxxIf you want to f e e l it right now

JUST DO IT..

Awashima S h i r a n u i
T i g e r W a r r i o r
you've got to find the help of GOD



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I said we've got no guarantee
Hold my shredded body
Open your eyes wider
And break me violently




UNTIL WE'RE ALLOWED TO BE FREE....

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

Maliansanun

Oh and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new positionxxxxxx
Oh and we'll l a u g h all the way to h/e/l/lxxxxxxxxx
Saying "Yes this a f.i.n.e pяoмoтioи"xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Oh and I lαugн all the way to нєllxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

Little princess in a terrible mess
A kingdom alone, but no love to c/o/n/f/e/s/s
Dreams of a prince on a tall white horse
Runs like a spirit by the c a s t l e walls...

Etienne Metivier
P e a c h R o s e

Prince, oh prince, are you really s i n c e r e?
Bet you one day you're gonna d i s a p p e a r..

________________________________________

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If you were my King, I would be your Queen....

[imgleft]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/BL543/newettiegraphiccopy.png[/imgleft][size=9][color=pink]Little [color=hotpink][b]princess[/b][/color] in a [color=thistle]terrible[/color] mess
A kingdom [i][u]alone[/u][/i], but no [color=lightblue]love[/color] to c/o/n/f/e/s/s
[color=deeppink]Dreams[/color] of a [color=thistle]prince[/color] on a tall white horse
Runs like a [color=lightblue]spirit[/color] by the [color=lightblue]c a s t l e[/color] walls...[/color][/size]


[align=center][size=17][color=thistle][u][color=deeppink]Etienne Metivier[/color][/u][/color][/size]
[size=9][color=thistle]P e a c h R o s e[/color][/align]


[align=right][size=9][color=pink][color=lightblue]Prince[/color], oh prince, are you really [color=thistle]s i n c e r e?[/color][/size]
[size=14][color=pink]Bet you one day you're gonna [color=lightblue][i]d i s a p p e a r[/i][/color]..[/color][/size][/align]


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[size=11][color=thistle]If you were my [color=red][b]King[/b][/color], I would be your [color=hotpink][b]Queen[/b][/color]....[/color][/align]

[C 4 r t 0 0 n M u f f i n]

Adin Rousseau
YOU BLUE ROSE

On frigid moonlit nights
When my breath hangs white in the air
it’s always the same
You’re there shivering
And you v a n i s h an afterimage..

The light of a hidden moon will surely show me
The vow from that day that the snow has wiped out
On freezing cold nights like this
With my eyes shut tightly
At last we can see each other.
I merely surrender myself to the dream..

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Love is as pure as r/o/s/e/s in May
But it's greedy..JUST LIKE SIN

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