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Letters
α в c ם/∂/δ є ғ ɢ н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т υ v ω x ץ/ч z

⒜ ⒝ ⒞ ⒟ ⒠ ⒡ ⒢ ⒣ ⒤ ⒥ ⒦ ⒧ ⒨ ⒩ ⒪ ⒫ ⒬ ⒭ ⒮ ⒯ ⒰ ⒱ ⒲ ⒳ ⒴ ⒵

Colours
HEX Codes
❤ #f26877
❤ #bb0033
❤ #e00747
❤ #f96b07
❤ #ffbb00
❤ #fcd116
❤ # 88bb44
❤ #3d8e33
❤ #008772
❤ #7fc6b2
❤ #99ddff
❤ #4a9ce8
❤ #00bbbb
❤ #0072c6
❤ #5555ff
❤ #3232cc
❤ #771199
❤ #bb0088
❤ #ee3a8c
❤ #ff0077
❤ #552200
❤ #886633
❤ #a4b294
❤ #eea2ad
❤ #00c5cd
❤ #00c78c
❤ #b4eeb4
❤ #7ccd7c
❤ #bcee68
❤ #cdcd00
❤ #6959cd
❤ #ff7d40
❤ #b0171f
❤ #f13b63
❤ #ee6363

GREENS

|~ Pale Green ~|~ Pale Turquoise ~|~ Light Green ~|~ Light Sea Green ~|~ Medium Turquoise ~|~ Medium Sea Green ~|~ Dark Green ~|~ Dark Turquoise ~|~ Dark Olive Green ~|~ Dark Sea Green ~|~ Turquoise ~|~ Lime Green ~|~ Sea Green ~|~ Aquamarine ~|~ Yellow Green ~|~ Spring Green ~|~ Lawn Green ~|~ Chartreuse ~|~ Green Yellow ~|~ Forest Green ~|~ Olive Drab ~|~ Teal ~|~ Lime ~|~ Olive ~|

BLUES

|~ Light Blue ~|~ Light Sky Blue ~|~ Light Steel Blue ~|~ Light Cyran Medium Slate Blue ~|~ Medium Blue ~|~ Medium Aquamarine ~|~ Dark Blue ~|~ Dark Cyan ~|~ Dark Slate Blue ~|~ Deep Sky Blue ~|~ Sky Blue ~|~ Slate Blue ~|~ Cornflower Blue ~|~ Steel Blue ~|~ Midnight Blue ~|~ Navy ~|~ Royal Blue ~|~ Dodger Blue ~|~ Powder Blue ~|~ Cadet Blue~|~ Aqua ~|

REDS/ORANGE

|~ Light Salmon ~|~ Light Coral ~|~ Medium Violet Red ~|~ Dark Orange ~|~ Dark Red ~|~ Salmon ~|~ Orange Red ~|~ Maroon ~|~ Firebrick ~|~ Coral ~|~ Tomato ~|~ Fuchsia ~|~Crimson ~|~ Indian Red ~|

YELLOWS/BROWNS

|~ Pale goldenrod ~|~ Light Goldenrod Yellow~|~ Light Yellow ~|~ Dark Khaiki ~|~ Dark Goldenrod ~|~ Tan ~|~ Gold ~|~ Chocolate ~|~ Khaki ~|~ Goldenrod ~|~ Rosy Brown ~|~ Saddle Brown ~|~ Sienna ~|~ Peru ~|~ Burly Wood ~|~ Wheat ~|~ Sandy Brown~|

PINK/PURPLES

|~ Pale Violet Red ~|~ Pale Violet Red ~|~ Light Pink ~|~ Medium Purple ~|~ Medium Orchid ~|~ Dark Magenta ~|~ Dark Orchid ~|~ Dark Violet ~|~ Dark Salmon ~|~ Deep Pink ~|~ Plum ~|~ Hot Pink ~|~ Magenta ~|~ Lavender ~|~ Blue Violet ~|~ Peach Puff ~|~ Lavender Blush ~|~ Pink ]~|~ Orchid ]~|~ Purple ]~|~ Thistle ~|~ Indigo ~|

SHADES

|~ Light Slate Gray ~|~ Light Gray ~|~ Dark Slate Gray ~|~ Gray ~|~ Silver ~|~ Dim Gray ~|~ Slate Gray ~|~ Black ~|


LIGHT COLOURS!

Snow
Ghost White
White Smoke
Gains Boro
Floral white
Old Lace
Linen
Antique White
Papaya Whip
Blanched Almond
Bisque
Navajo White
Moccasin
Corn Silk
Ivory
Lemon Chiffon
Seashell
Honeydew
Mint Cream
Azure
Alice Blue
Misty Rose
Beige


Symbols
♡ † ♬ ™ ♀ ♂ ☼ ¼ ½ ¾ ¿ ★ ✔ ☓ ✗ ☣ ☭ ❝ ❞
↑ ↓ ← → ↖ ↗ ↙ ↘ ☁ ☼ ☽ ☾ « » ™ ¿ ☺ ☻
♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ツ ღ ♪ ♠ ♥ ♣ ¤
|| ౦ ● √ Ξ ♫ ♪ ☼ ○ ♦ ◕ ◡ ☆ ★ ◢ ◣ ◥ ◤ ✖ ☣☢☠ ♦

♡ † ♬ ™ ♀ ♂ ☼ ¼ ½ ¾ ¿ ★ ✔ ☓ ✗ ☣ ☭ ❝ ❞

๑•ิ.•ั๑ ๑۩۞۩๑ ♬✿.。.:* ☂☃ ☄ ★ ☆ ☇ ☈ ☉ ☊ ☋ ☌ ☍ ☑ ☒☢ ☸ ☹ ☺ ☻ ☼ ☽ ☾ ♠   ♡ ♢ ♣

♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ♨ ♩ ✙✈ ✉ ✌ ✁ ✎ ✐ ❀ ✰ ❁ ❤ ❥ ❦❧ ➳ ➽ εїз℡❣·۰•●○●

ゃōゃ♥ ♡๑۩ﺴ ☜ ☞ ☎ ☏♡ ⊙◎ ☺ ☻✖╄ஐﻬ ► ◄ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◐ ◑ ↔ ↕ ▪ ▫ ☼ ♦ ▀ ▄ █▌ ▐░ ▒ ▬♦ ◊ ◦

☼ ♠♣ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ◈ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♭ ♪ の ☆ → あ ぃ £ ❤ 。◕‿◕。

# @ & * ¥☸ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ❃ ✺ ❇ ❈ ❊ ❉ ✱ ✲ ✩ ✫ ✬ ✭ ✮ ✰ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽ ☾ ❤

♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎ ◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ 。 ゚ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏

︻ ︼ ︽ ︾ 〈 〉 ︿ ﹀ ∩ ∪ ﹁ ﹂ ﹃ ﹄﹝ ﹞ < > ≦ ≧ ﹤ ﹥ 「 」 ︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺〔 〕 【 】 《 》 ( ) { } ﹙ ﹚ 『 』 ﹛ ﹜╳ + - ﹢ × ÷ = ≠ ≒ ∞ ˇ ± √ ⊥ ∠ ∟ ⊿ ㏒

▶ ▷ ◀ ◁ ☀ ☁ ☂ ☃ ☄ ★ ☆ ☇ ☈ ☉ ☊ ☋ ☌ ☍ ☑ ☒☢ ☸ ☹ ☺ ☻ ☼ ☽ ☾ ♠   ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ♨ ♩ ✙ ✈ ✉ ✌ ✁ ✎ ✐ ❀ ✰ ❁ ❤ ❥ ❦❧ ➳ ➽ 〠 〄 ㍿ ♝ ♞

♯♩♪♫♬♭♮ ☎ ☏ ☪ ♈ ♨ ºº ₪ ¤ 큐 « » ™ ♂✿ ♥ の ↑ ↓ ← → ↖ ↗ ↙ ↘ ㊣ ◎ ○ ● ⊕ ⊙ ○  △ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ § ¥ 〒 ¢ £ ※ ♀ ♂ © ® ⁂ ℡ ↂ░ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▧

✐✌✍✡✓✔✕✖ ♂ ♀ ♥ ♡ ☜ ☞ ☎ ☏ ⊙ ◎ ☺ ☻ ► ◄ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◐ ◑ ↔ ↕ ♥ ♡ ▪ ▫ ☼ ♦ ▀ ▄ █ ▌ ▐

░ ▒ ▬ ♦ ◊ ◘ ◙ ◦ ☼ ♠ ♣ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ◈ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♭ ♪ ✄☪☣☢☠

㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏ ㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢ ㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰

✗✘✚✪✣✤✥✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ✱✲✳❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷

✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖☀☂☁【】┱ ┲ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ☣ ☢

☠ ☭ ♈ ➸ ✓ ✔ ✕ ✖ *.:。✿*゚‘゚・✿.。.:

☽☾✗✘✓ ✔ ☐ ☑ ☒ ✕ ✖✚✪✣✤✥
✱ ✲ ✳ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ✽ ✼ ✻ ✺ ✹
✸ ✷ ✶ ✵ ✴ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ❖
☀ ☂ ☁ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧
❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ➸ ♨ ☢ ☠ ☭ ♈ ☮ ☯
♋ ☡ ☢ ☣ ☤ ☥ ☦ ☧ ☨ ☩ ☪ ☫ ☬ ☭
♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟ ۩ ۞
♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ☼ ❣
♲ ♳ ♴ ♵ ♶ ♷ ♸ ♹ ♺ ♻ ♼ ♽♯♩♪♫♬♭
☰ ☱ ☲ ☳ ☴ ☵ ☶ ☷ ☚ ☛ ☜ ☝ ☞ ☟
☿ ♀ ♁ ♂ ♃ ♄ ♅ ♆ ♇ ♈ ♉ ♊ ♌ ♍
△ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ ❤❥♎ ♏ ✐✌
๑ # @ & * ¥ ☸ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽☾
♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎
◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ 。 ゚ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏ ✍✡

← → ↑ ↓ ↔ ↕ ↖ ↗ ↘ ↙ ↚ ↛ ↜ ↝ ↞ ↟
↠ ↡ ↢ ↣ ↤ ↥ ↦ ↧ ↨ ↩ ↪ ↫ ↬ ↭ ↮ ↯ ↰ ↱ ↲ ↳ ↴ ↵ ↶ ↷ ↸ ↹ ↺ ↻ ↼ ↽ ↾ ↿
⇀ ⇁ ⇂ ⇃ ⇄ ⇅ ⇆ ⇇ ⇈ ⇉ ⇊ ⇋ ⇌ ⇍ ⇎ ⇏ ⇐ ⇑ ⇒ ⇓ ⇔ ⇕ ⇖ ⇗ ⇘ ⇙ ⇚ ⇛ ⇜ ⇝ ⇞ ⇟
⇠ ⇡ ⇢ ⇣ ⇤ ⇥ ⇦ ⇧ ⇨ ⇩ ⇪

┄ ┅ ┆ ┇ ┈ ┉ ┊ ┋ ⋮ ⋯ ⋰ ⋱
─ ━ │ ┃┌ ┐ ┍ ┑ ┎ ┒ ┏ ┓ └ ┘ ┕ ┙ ┖ ┚ ┗ ┛
┞ ┟ ┢ ┡ ┦ ┧ ┩ ┪
┣ ┫┝ ┥┠ ┨├ ┤
┬ ┭ ┮ ┯ ┰ ┱ ┲ ┳ ┴ ┵ ┶ ┷ ┸ ┹ ┺ ┻ ┼ ┽ ┾ ┿
╀ ╁ ╂ ╃ ╄ ╅ ╆ ╇ ╈ ╉ ╊ ╋ ╌ ╍ ╎ ╏
═ ║ ╒ ╓ ╔ ╕ ╖ ╗ ╘ ╙ ╚ ╛ ╜ ╝ ╞ ╟
╠ ╡ ╢ ╣ ╤ ╥ ╦ ╧ ╨ ╩ ╪ ╫ ╬
╭ ╮ ╯ ╰ ╱ ╲ ╳ ╴ ╵ ╶ ╷ ╸ ╹ ╺ ╻
≡ ≢ ≣ ≤ ≥ ≦ ≧ ≨ ≩ ≪ ≫ ≭ ≮ ≯ ≰ ≱ ≲ ≳ ≴ ≵ ≶ ≷ ≸ ≹ ≺ ≻ ≼ ≽ ≾ ≿
⊀ ⊁ ⊂ ⊃ ⊄ ⊅ ⊆ ⊇ ⊈ ⊉ ⊊ ⊋ ⊏ ⊐ ⊑ ⊒
⊕ ⊖ ⊗ ⊘ ⊙ ⊚ ⊛ ⊜ ⊝ ⊞ ⊟
⊠ ⊡ ⊢ ⊣ ⊤ ⊥ ⊦ ⊧ ⊨ ⊩ ⊪ ⊫ ⊬ ⊭ ⊮ ⊯
⊰ ⊱ ⊲ ⊳ ⊴ ⊵ ⊶ ⊷ ⊸ ⊹ ⊺ ⊻ ⊼ ⊽ ⊾ ⊿
⋀ ⋁ ⋂ ⋃ ⋄ ⋅ ⋆ ⋇ ⋈ ⋉ ⋊ ⋋ ⋌ ⋍
⋎ ⋏ ⋐ ⋑ ⋒ ⋓ ⋔ ⋖ ⋗ ⋘ ⋙ ⋚ ⋛ ⋜ ⋝ ⋞ ⋟
⋠ ⋡ ⋢ ⋣ ⋤ ⋥ ⋦ ⋧ ⋨ ⋩ ⋪ ⋫ ⋬ ⋭

❛❜❝❞【】〖〗►◄﹃﹄『』◢ ◣◥ ◤
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
==== ☠ ====
☆═━┈┈━═☆
± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
╔══════════════╗

╚══════════════╝
┏━━━━━━━━━┓

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

﹏◢ ◣ ◥ ◤ ▽ ▧ ▨ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ▓ ▒ ░ Café № @ ㊣ ™ ℡ 凸 の ๑۞๑ ๑۩ﺴ ﺴ۩๑ o(‧'''‧)o ❆ べò⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ べ ☀ ☼ ☜ ☞ ⊙® ◈ ♦ ◊ ◦ ◇ ◆ εїз

❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ o O #♡ ┽┊﹎.εїз︷✿‧:﹎。❤‧:❉:‧ .。.:*・❀●•♪.。‧:❉:‧ °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø*.:。✿*゚‘゚・✿.。.:*.:。✿*゚’゚・✿.。✎*εїз

〓 ☆ ★┣┓┏┫×╰ノ◢ ◣ ◥ ◤ Ω ж ф юЮ ━╃ ╄━ ┛┗ ┓┏ ◇ ◆ ※ .'. ☂.'.❤ ♥ 『』 〖〗▓ ► ◄ ▒ ░ ▓ ╮╭ ╯╰ ァ ┱ ┲☃ ☎ ☏ ☺ ☻ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◘ ◙ ♠ ♧ ♣ ▣▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ⊕

✠❖☸☠ ✠

Δ - ▹ - ◆ - ◇ - ◈ - ◉ - ◊ - ○ - ◌ - ◍ - ◎ - ● - ◐ - ◑ - ◒ -◓ - ◔ - ◕ - ☮ - ☯
✓ - ✔ - √
✕ - ✖ - ✗ - ✘
✙ - ✚ - ✛ - ✜
✩ - ✿ - ❀ - ❁ - ❄ - ❅ - ❆ - ❇ - ❤
♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♮ - ♯
✫ - ✬ - ✭ - ✮ - ✯ - ✰ - ✱ - ✲ - ✳ - ✴ - ✵ - ⋆
✈ - ✁ - ✂
♀ - ♂
↖ - ↗ - ↘ - ↙- ↚ - ↛ - ↜ - ↝ - ↩ - ↪ - ↫ - ↬ - ⇒ - ⇦- - ⇧- ⇨ - ⇩ - ➔
↭ - ↮ - ∿
∮ - ∭ - ∯ - ∰ - ∱ - ∲ - ∳
∴ - ∵ - ⋮ - ⋯ - ⋰ - ⋱
⊕ - ⊖ - ⊗ - ⊘ - ⊙ - ⊚ - ⊜ - ⊛ - ⊝ - ○ - ☼
⊞ - ⊟ - ⊠ - ⊡
⋎ - ⋏
⋐ - ⋑ - ⋒ - ⋓
⌘ - ⌠ - ⌡
℥ - Ω - ℧ - ℨ - ℩

¦ º · • ← ↑ → ↓ ↔ ↕

× ÷ − ± π ⁄ ∆ ∏ ∕ ∙ √ ∞ ≈ ≠ ≡ ≤ ≥
☺ ☻ ☼ ♀ ♂ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♪ ♫
§ ¬ ⌐ ‰ ′ ″ Ω ⌂
¤ ₪
¨ ¯ ´ ¸ ˆ ˇ ˉ ˘ ˙ ˚ ˛ ˜ ˝ ̀ ́ ̃ ̉ ̣
‼ ¡ ¿ ‽ “ ” „ ‘ ’ ‚ ‛ « » ‹ › … – — ― ‗ ‾ ‌ ‍


☼☽

ღ ♪ ♫ ♥ ♣ ♠ ♦ ● → ⇒ ► ◄ « » ☼ ☆ ☽ ☾ □ ▽ ↘↙╰╮ ¤ ю ◡

﹤ - ﹥ - ∝ - ∧ - ∨ - ∥ - ∠ - ≌ - ∽ - ≦ - ≧ - ≒ - ~ - ~ - ※ - * -  - ≮ - ≯ - + - - - × - ÷ - ﹢ - ± - / - = - ⊹ - ⊱ - ⋛ - ⋋ - ⋌ - ⋚ - ⊰ - ⊹ - 彡 - ❝ - ❞ - ° - ﹌ - ﹎ - ╱ - ╲ - ☁ - Þ - ௫ - べ - ☪ - ∷ - ≈

▀ ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ▉ ▊ ▋ ▌ ▍ ▎ ▏ ▐
░ ▒ ▓▕ ▖■ □ ▢ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▧ ▨ ▩ ▪ ▫
▬ ▭ ▮ ▯ ▰ ▱ ▲ △ ▴ ▵ ▶ ▷ ▸ ▹ ► ▻ ▼ ▽ ▾ ▿
◀ ◁ ◂ ◃ ◄ ◅ ◆ ◇ ◈ ◉ ◊
○ ◌ ◍ ◎ ● ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕
◖ ◗ ◘ ◙ ◚ ◛ ◜ ◝ ◞ ◟
◠ ◡ ◢ ◣ ◤ ◥ ◦ ◧ ◨ ◩ ◪ ◫ ◬ ◭ ◮ ◯


™ ぷ ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ █ ∏ 卐 ※ ◤ ◥ ﹏ ﹋ ﹌ ∩∈∏ ╰ ☆ ╮≠ → № ←

︵ ︶ ︹ ︺ 【】〖〗@﹕﹗/ " _ < > `,·。≈ { } ~ ~( ) _ -『 』 √ $ @ * & # ※卐 々∞Ψ ∪ ∩ ∈ ∏ の ℡ ぁ § ∮ 〝 〞 ミ 灬ξ № ∑ ⌒ ξ ζ ω *   ㄨ ≮ ≯ +-×÷﹢﹣±/=∫∮∝ ∞ ∧∨ ∑ ∏ ∥∠ ≌ ∽ ≦ ≧ ≒ ﹤ ﹥ じ ☆

■ ♀ 『 』 ◆ ◣ ◥ ▲ Ψ ※ ◤ ◥ → № ← ㊣ ∑ ⌒〖 〗@ ξ ζ ω □ ∮ 〓 ※ ∴ ぷ ▂▃▅▆█ ∏ 卐【 】△ √ ∩ ¤ 々 ♀ ♂ ∞ ① ㄨ

≡ ↘ ↙ ▂ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ┗ ┛ ╰ ☆ ╮ ≠ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ....... ♧ ♧ ☜ ♥ ☞ . ︻ ︼─ 一 ▄ ︻┻ ┳ ═ 一

﹏ ◢ ◣ ◥ ◤ ▽ ▧ ▨ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ◘ ◙ ▓ ▒ ░ Café № @ ㊣ ™ ℡ 凸 の ๑ ۞ ๑ ๑ ۩ﺴ ﺴ۩ ๑ o(‧'''‧) o ❆ べ ò ⊹ ⊱ ⋛ ⋋

⋌⋚⊰⊹ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ べ ☀ ☼ ☜ ☞ ⊙® ◈ ♦ ◊ ◦ ◇ ◆ εїз

❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ o O #♡ ┽┊﹎.εїз︷✿‧:﹎。

❤‧:❉:‧ .。.:*・❀●•♪.。‧:❉:‧ °º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø*.:。✿*゚‘゚・✿.。.:*.:。✿*゚’゚・✿.。✎*εїз

〓 ☆ ★┣┓┏┫×╰ノ◢ ◣ ◥ ◤ Ω ж ф юЮ ━╃ ╄━ ┛┗ ┓┏ ◇ ◆ ※ .'. ☂.'.❤ ♥ 『』 〖〗▓ ► ◄

▒ ░ ▓ ╮╭ ╯╰ ァ ┱ ┲☃ ☎ ☏ ☺ ☻ ▧ ▨ ♨ ◘ ◙ ♠ ♧ ♣ ▣▤ ▥ ▦ ▩ ⊕

⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹ 彡 ❝❞° ﹌﹎ ╱╲ ☁ ₪ ¡ Þ ௫ μ べ ☪ ☠ ╬ ╠ ╣∷ ღ :﹗/ " _ < > `,·。≈ {}~ ~() - √ $ * &

ツ ღ ♪ ♠ ♥ ♣ ™ © ¤ ✖ ✖ ✖ || ౦ ౦ ౦ ℓ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ■ ■ ■ ☠ ☠ ☠ ● » √ Ξ ♫ ♪ ☼ ○ ▒ ♦ ◕ ◡ ◕

~ | ¡ ¿ † ‡ ↔ ↑ ↓ • ¶ # ¹ ² ³ ½ ⅓ ⅔ ¼ ¾ ⅛ ⅜ ⅝ ⅞ ∞ ‘ “ ’ ” «» ¤ ₳ ฿ ₵ ¢ ₡ ₢ $ ₫ ₯ € ₠ ₣ ƒ ₴ ₭ ₤ ℳ ₥ ₦ № ₧ ₰ £ ៛ ₨ ₪ ৳ ₮ ₩ ¥ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦

ŋ ə ⁿ•

# ※*≮≯ +-× ÷﹢±/=∫∮∝ ∧∨∥∠ ≌ ∽ ≦ ≧ ≒﹤﹥じ

– — … ° ≈ ≠ ≤ ≥ ± − × ÷ ← → · §

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ηothιηg wιℓℓ gєt in my way...
I αм мorє thaη I αppєαr..._______
αηd sιηcє I cαη sєє pαst αppєαrαηcєs...


The air was hushed and everything was strangly quite in the forest between the kingdoms, it was unusual since she couldn't hear the song of birds or any animals scurrying across the forest floor, but she couldn't sense any demonic aura close by so she wasn't alrarmed or worried of a ChessPiece attack at the moment. Even so she was always weary, never really being able to let down her gaurd after the attack on her family.
Evadne was scouting today, there were no big attacks planned as far as her knowledge allowed, she tucked her hair behind her ear as she walked through the forest paths, making no sound as she walked with her eyes scanning the trees around her.
She felt the wind rush through her hair and softly crash against her skin, the sun was warm but the shade of the trees cast a cool shadow over her with small beams of light through gaps in the forest and even through the leaves themselves softening the darkness that might have been.
Evadne made a sharp right turn and started going off track, trekking through the lovely green and being met by beautiful blue sparkling water, she stopped at the clearing with the small lake in it and scanned just to be sure, she tried to sense for demonic auras but couldn't.
Evadne then walked out to the crystal clear water and swooped up some water in her hand, her anglic energy seemed to purify the already sparkling liquid in the palm of her hand as she rasied it up to her lips, sipped some then spread the rest across her face.


...ι кηow ωhαтs вєнιηd yoυя mαsк...


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Șalone Ƀlack__________________

What You Expect...

...Is Not Always What You Find





Salone wandered the halls aimlessly. She had finished her 'Legilimency and Occlumency' class early today and had gone to the hall for lunch earlier than others, leaving the hall when others started to arrive.
She was now wondering to the libaray to do some reserch on 'Legilimency' since she was a good Occlumens and would find another book for her Animagi transformation class.
It was an advanced class and she was pulled out from one of her classes earlier that year because the teacher for the 'Seer' walked by her one time and suggested she try the class. It suited her, she had taken to it well and enjoyed it.
Salone walked up the stairs to the libaray and walked along the many book shelves of it, heading further into the dusty shelves and whipping a book off the shelf. A dusty brown leather book a bit bigger than her writing books and much thicker. she then made a sharp turn into another isle and took out a small red book on 'Animagi Studies'.
She walked out of the libaray and started to wonder again, walking the halls and finally taking a seat out in one of the outside areas where a table sat among the grass and a single tree.

...So Don't Expect Anything...


ɌavenClaw
 
     
 
ωhen I look in the mirror this is what I see...



ι've blown out this many candles...

{26}


мy Name? You should Know by now...

{Honoka Maruyama}


ωhat a stupid question! I'm obviously a...

{Female}


ι worked hard for my Rank...

{Jonnine}


тhese are sharp, be careful...

{Giant Fan}


ι'll leave my signature for you to admire...

{Kamaitachi no Jutsu}
{» Slashing Wind Skill}
{Type: Ninjutsu}
{Description: A jutsu that creates large gusts of wind from a fan strike.}


igging deeper into my mind this is what you've found...

{Honoka found everything easy in school then naturally progressed to gunin, she found her work as a gunin was easy and she worked well with her team, but she urged for a challenge and she finially got a taste of a challenge when she became a chunine, although it was better than gunin, chunine still felt unbearably easy to her and with a month she was given the rank Jounin and loves it.
She is usually sent on assassination missions and other things that require her to be vertually invisable.}


ιf anything goes wrong, here's the person to blame...

{CresentMoon14}
     
I was known as:
CresentMoon14
They call me this now:
Rita "Ashes" Adair
I’m known as a:
Tech
Hell I’ve lived this long:
24 (13 when it started)
Who my buds see me as:
Yeah, thats me
Who Authorities see me as.
Don't mess with me!
I come packin:
Standard gun and high voltage taster
Pull up a chair and I’ll tell ya a story:
Rita moved over to the USA from Australia, turns out that the streets in the 'Lucky Country' weren't as good as she grew older, she mainly stayed inside a building, played with her electronics, hid and fight for her life when need be. Finally a unusually large fight broke out between her little family and an opposing one that left no one alive except for her brother and herself.
Afterwards they traveled to USA only to be shot down by the goverment there, she was clipped on the arm and her brother died instantly, but she is fine with everything now that she is with the badland outlaws.
I got picked up after:
2020, June 26, after her brother was killed in a unprovoced attack against the goverment the badland outlaw found her and she joined as there tech.
If I had the chance I would:
Taser the president
Battle sound track:
The Howling-With Temptation
Oh by the way I forgot to tell you:
Rita is very inquisitive and can resist finding out more, she also hates secrets kept from her.

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___________________яιтα|'αѕнєѕ'|α∂αιя





          The air was hushed and everything was strangly quite in the forest between the kingdoms, it was unusual since she couldn't hear the song of birds or any animals scurrying across the forest floor, but she couldn't sense any demonic aura close by so she wasn't alrarmed or worried of a ChessPiece attack at the moment. Even so she was always weary, never really being able to let down her gaurd after the attack on her family.
          Evadne was scouting today, there were no big attacks planned as far as her knowledge allowed, she tucked her hair behind her ear as she walked through the forest paths, making no sound as she walked with her eyes scanning the trees around her.
          She felt the wind rush through her hair and softly crash against her skin, the sun was warm but the shade of the trees cast a cool shadow over her with small beams of light through gaps in the forest and even through the leaves themselves softening the darkness that might have been.
          Evadne made a sharp right turn and started going off track, trekking through the lovely green and being met by beautiful blue sparkling water, she stopped at the clearing with the small lake in it and scanned just to be sure, she tried to sense for demonic auras but couldn't.
          Evadne then walked out to the crystal clear water and swooped up some water in her hand, her anglic energy seemed to purify the already sparkling liquid in the palm of her hand as she rasied it up to her lips, sipped some then spread the rest across her face.


-|'тєcн'|-___________________
     
lol They are looking good cresent well done

cheese_whine A toast with chees cheese_whine
 
     
 
Why Thankyou?
     
Yeah you should thank me.

I am awesome and I shall teach some of my awesome powers.

XD Ka-Ching! XD
 
     
I live in my own little world but that's okay, they know the real me there

 
Oh damn I'm gonna die
     
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ѕcαяℓєт•·.·´¯¯¯¯¯¯`·.·• ∂ιѕιяєє



WhoamItocriticize
♠Somehow♠I’ll♠get♠through♠it♠

Evadne was a beautiful girl from the start and enjoyed life to the full even as a little girl, picking flowers and loving the smile on her mothers face when she gave them to her.
As she became a teen her interests grew to more than flowers, her studies were always held important but during rough times with the War and the 'Black ChessPieces' her father grew worried and afraid the his daughter didn't know who to defend herself.
He taught her the ways of the bishop. Calm, alluring and unexpected was the Mellenia way and it seemed to fit in well with her private training to become a Bishop.
She found that all her family that had ever joined the 'CheckMate system' became a Bishop, Her father was retired for her found the war pointless, but taught Evadne because the war seemed to be spiralling out of control and his precious daughter would be caught in the crossfire if she didn't know how to protect herself from it.
Months went by and she became stronger, swifter and adapted all the bishop skills, strengths and weaknesses and worked on decreasing her weaknesses.
She signed up to the 'CheckMate System' and with in a day, she was given the rank 'White Bishop' with a gleaming smile.
That smile soon became rare though, as her family was slaughtered right infront of her eyes wintin a week of her earning her rank, of course she was able to protect herself, but her family perished under the wrath of a small army of 'Black Chess Pieces'.
Evadne continued her training and lived with the army after that, making herself stronger in many senses.


♠and♠you♠won’t♠even♠realize♠
Fallingthroughyourowndisguise
 
     
 
I was known as:
CresentMoon14
They call me this now:
Scarlet 'Gypsy' Disiree
I’m known as a:
Gunner
Hell I’ve lived this long:
29
Who my buds see me as:
My eyes are up here
Who Authorities see me as:
Same as my normal pic but I put my hair up
I come packin:
Rifle and a hidden stiletto dagger
Pull up a chair and I’ll tell ya a story: I got the nickname gypsy for my tendancy to swap from one group to the next every time two groups would come togeather, don't know why I do it but I do. Before that I was spilt up with my family and friends after attacks and bombs and things. I've tried to find them ever since we were seperated but she has slowly accepted she'd never see them again and doesn't expect to see them again.
She joined rabbits group a couple of weeks ago and is havin a great time
I got picked up after: Ages ago, I dont really keep track but i think it was in feb
If I had the chance I would: Bet someones manhood in a game of poker... for real this time!
Battle sound track:
Pink- Centerfold
Oh by the way I forgot to tell you:
Look Down and die, but once you remeber to look at my face am actually a nice person
     
GAHARA



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αn∂ғiɢнтғσrσnℓчmчsєℓғ
 
     
 
________________________________ Avιкιтα Dιsιяєє



I am as normal as I appear....
________Kind of like my illusions which are as real as they appear...


        Avikita Evadne was a beautiful girl from the start and enjoyed life to the full even as a little girl, picking flowers and loving the smile on her mothers face when she gave them to her.
        As she became a teen her interests grew to more than flowers, her studies were always held important but during rough times with the War and the 'Black ChessPieces' her father grew worried and afraid the his daughter didn't know who to defend herself.
        He taught her the ways talk talk talk of the bishop. Calm, alluring and unexpected was the Mellenia way and it seemed to fit in well with her private training to become a Bishop.
        She found that all her family that had ever joined the 'CheckMate system' became a Bishop, Her father was retired for her found the war pointless, but taught Evadne because the war seemed to be spiralling out of control and his precious daughter would be caught in the crossfire if she didn't know how to protect herself from it.
        Months went by and she became stronger, swifter and adapted all the bishop skills, think think think strengths and weaknesses and worked on decreasing her weaknesses.
        She signed up to the 'CheckMate System' and with in a day, she was given the rank 'White Bishop' with a gleaming smile.


...I'm an outcast in some places
... and and welcomed with open arms in others________

It's all a matter of perspective really
     
Avιкιтα Dιsιяєє
Tнє VєιℓTaιℓ



Just one little egg...
...That one little egg hatched...


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...That little hatched egg went on an amazing journey...
...And that journey is still being lived
 
     

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