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Don't Want To Be Alone

NumbSkull

"Why agonize? Anesthetize!"

"Graverobbers will be exucuted on sight."

Or so a sign pinned on a dirty brick wall proclaimed. But a young man passed by the poster without so much as a second glance and trotted into an old graveyard. He was dressed punk-ish, as many of the people of the street were these days with a heavy assortment of jewelery and intricate tattoos. Though it was chilly out, all he had on was a vest fastened together with zippers and thread. There was a tattoo on his shoulder, a skull with glowing blue eyes, which indicated him as NumbSkull, one of the prominet Graverobbers in his district.

Numbskull smiled as he approached the graves and hacked out a cough as he crept towards on of them. His fingers twitched as he hovered over one of the graves that read simply 'Eleanor,' without a last name or epitaph. "I've returned for some more, my dear," he said in a hussed whisper while he lifted the stone covering of her tomb. The body inside looked relatively fresh, but it was starting to smell foul and decompose inside. But it was easy to tell that the girl who was inside had been quite pretty when she was alive.

"Forgive me for this Ella, but it will only take a moment," said NumbSkull, his teeth clicking on the rings in his lip that ran up to his ears. He reached into the satchel slung over his shoulder and removed his Zyringe, which he promptly shoved into the poor deceased girl's nose until he reached the place he was looking for. He pulled the plunger back and the vial slowly filled with a pulsing blue liquid. "Just a bit of the glow is all I need," he hummed while he tucked the vial into his bag when he was done. His eyes and fingers continued to twitch. His nervous ticks were quite irritating.

At last he leaned down to the body and ran his fingers over her cold skin. "You are an exquisite corpse," he breathed as he bent down, touching his lips against hers. He ignored the smell of rotting flesh and continued to kiss and caress the girl. He glanced up for a moment to see if anyone was watching before he resumed. His odd fetish tending to disturb others. NumbSkull couldn't imagine why.

Even if she's just skin and bone...

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He makes a case that all you ever needed was a pretty face,
but the bottom line about it is a 'never was' is all he'll ever be...

αℓ∂συŞ cιąякε

He can't resist the paranoid delusions of a narcissist,
'Cause he's a self- fulfilling prohecy.

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Characters:

Alaster Lazarus
Aldous Clarke
Cesari Laveau
Charlemagne Avery the Third
Crowe
Francis
Gauge Hanson
Grem
Jack (Adrian Vanel)
Jaxus
Kain Romero
Luciano Valdez
Ludovico Murdoc
Lyris
Mr. Macabre (Faust Holloway)
Nobody
Numbskull (Caleb Larson)
Slade (Desmond)
Tox (Sid Veicht)
Viktor

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Awesome Names I Might Use:

Adrian
Charlemagne
Claus
Desmond
Dominic
Fernando..francis...ferdinand? Ramirez...Valdez
Jericho
Kane
Knave
Oliver
Slade
Sykes
Synder

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CharlemagneJonathanAvery the Third

•Friendly • Easy going • Charismatic • Optimistic • Flamboyant •

Call Me | | Captain or Sir
I Am | | 25
As if you can't tell, I'm a | | Male
It rained that wonderful day | | November 24
Just in case you believed in that, I'm a | | Sagittarius
My decision lies with | | Obviously the Captain, since he is the captain.

I was born a prince. You don't belive me? Oh, well nevermind, no one really does. But it is true, I swear! I grew up far away from the Caribbean with everything I could ask for. You think I was lucky, correct? Wrong. Everyone tells you what to all every minute of every day. I had no freedom whatsoever. The only thing that made me happy was when my maid used to tell my harrowing stories about pirates, the rouges of the sea. I was so obessed with pirates, but of course by royal parents would not approve of their son going off to raid, pillage and plunder to his heart's content. They didn't want me to go off and be rebellious like my brother.

But, they planned to have me married off to a girl who lived miles away from me, whom I had never met! Can you imagine? Of course, I was not going to let that happen and I snuck away off to the ship docks. There I stowed away on a merchant ship which dropped me off at a pirate port. Eventually, I found myself the cabin boy on a ship called the Grey Mist and soon I worked my way up the rankings as I learned all about being a superb pirate. I never liked the blatent killing though, I'm not a fan of gore. But, I learned how to swordfight quite well and I keep my twin blades with me most of the time.

Anyway, now I'm the Captain of this fine vessel, which I love very much indeed. I'm not one of those cruel captains at all, in fact some might think I'm a bit soft. I suppose I'm a bit unconventional for a pirate because of the fact I have relatively good manners and satisfactory hygiene.
I try to keep up a reputation though. I pay a few kids every now and then when we make port to spread rumors about Captain Charlemagne's brutality. Once an entire city thought I'd beheaded twelve officers of the queen's navy! Ah, but it's hard work keeping up my reputation as terror of the seas...





My favorite things are | |
-My swords
-Playing the fiddle
-Good food
-Treasure of course
-Freedom
-Bright, expensive clothes
My least favorite things are | |
-Too much blood
-Anyone threatening his crew members
-Cat o' Nine tails
-The Queen's navy. Bunch of goodie two shoes...
-Hardtack. Ick.


My Weakness is | | He can be a bit of a coward at times and often gets a bit faint around a lot of blood. Instead of killing the people on the boat he raids, he usually prefers to simply leave them clinging to bits of their dilapidated ship.
I have a little secret and it is | | He often smoke opium in his cabin when he needs to relax.
Anything else | | He can play the fiddle quite well.





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Name :: Aldous Clarke
Age :: 25
Birthday :: October 5th
Height :: 5'8"
Weight:: (I'm not telling you again)
Description :: (As far as looks go, pictures ARE allowed. Only anime, please make a url if you use pictures. Otherwise I want a very detailed description)
Gender :: (Right here)
Race :: (Vampire, werewolf, grimlin?, talking pumpkin mwahahaha)
Sexuality :: (Same crap dude)
Biography :: (At least three paragraphs. 3-4sentence's at least, per paragraph please)
Preference :: (What type of slave's do you usually go for?)
Etcetra :: (Any pet peeve's? I dunno, I just wanted to use the word in a profile. ;.; )

Puppet Master :: (Username)

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Thirteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

Captain Charlemagne

A pirate's life for me!

"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot..." mumbled the ship's captain, fast asleep in his quarters. He was sleeping in his impressive four poster bed that was nailed securely to the floor, so it wouldn't go sliding haphazardly around the room if they were busy in a battle with another ship.
"We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot," he muttered with a smile on his tanned face. Eventually he woke up and scratched at his bare chest for a moment before sliding lazily out of bed. He could feel the pleasant sensation of the waves slowly rocking his ship which was currently tethered to the docks.

He glanced around his cabin for a moment as he dressed himself in his usual eccentric garb. There were maps and a few compasses strewn across his desk, as he was planning the route, and a multitude of books, jewelry, and more clothing were tossed willy nilly around the room.

Captain Charlemagne dressed in a vest fringed with a spotted animal pelt dyed a bright red, and threw on his captain's coat, one of his prized posessions.

Drink and the devil have done with the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

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SARAH GTFO

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x x x x x ○ ● ○ [ T h e M a d H a t t e r ] →

"Insanity is not a disease. It is not a curse. It is a profound gift."

•Masochistic • Devious • Charismatic • Optimistic • Flamboyant •

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Hello! I'm: ...He has a real name? If he does he can't remember it.

Though I usually go by...: The Mad Hatter

I blew out this many candles yesterday for my unbirthday!: 28. A very merry unbirthday to him!

Aren't I a looker?:

War? Oh why must you bring up such boring things?: For the Queen of course.

We're all mad here!: Being the unstable fellow he is, he is set off by things that may seem quite random. He is also completely addicted to the tea the Queen provides for him, and will react very badly if it is taken away.

But we have hearts to: At the times when he's lucid he seems rather charming and gentlemanly. But his mood can swing abruptly and change all that.

History? Oh you wonder about mine: The Hatter was always mad. Always had been, and always will be. But a long time ago, he was different. He was still crazy of course, but in a different, lighthearted way. As time went on and Wonderland became darker, so did the Hatter. This change was partially attributed to the visits the Queen gave the Hatter, always giving him a particulary tasty type of tea. But this drink started to slowly eat away at the Mad Hatter's already deteriorating mind.

The Hatter was being manipulated by the Queen and he became one of her underlings, much to the dissapointment of his good hearted wonderland friends. He'll do anything for the Queen, especially if it results in a cup of her delicious tea.

He has heard rumors that more adventurers might begin pouring into his world and has been told to try and get them to join the Queen's side. But if they protest, he has been assigned to dispose of them...

Home is where I'm from: Wonderland

Oh, and before you leave!: -He was in a scuffle with the dreaded Jabberwock and lost his eye
-He enjoys the color purple
-He has a fetish for lace
-He's quite the masochist at times

ninja

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Username: Atomic Octopus

Mafia rank: Mercenary for the Gattechi family.

Writing color: Black

Age: 25

Nickname: Jack, due to his love for poker.

Bio: A long time ago, Adrian came to the Gattechi family for assistance. He was deep in debt and needed to borrow money to help his younger sister, who was very sick. Members of the Gattechi family agreed to lend Adrian the money, but he would have to work as a hired mercenary for them anytime they needed him. Any task they assigned to him he would have to carry out.

He agreed, and used the money to pay for his sister's desperately needed surgery. But even though he tried so hard to save her, she still ended up dying. He still works for the Gattechi family as their hired help to repay the debt he originally owed them, but he's also racked up even more debt because of his compulsive gambling habit. It almost seems that he'll be in the buisness forever...

Record: He wouldn't want to tell you that.

Name: Adrian Vanel

Picture:

Extras: He has two twin pistols he usually keeps with him.

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♦ Adrian ● Vanel ♦

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The Sorcerer

Deep in the darker depths of the forest, there stood a crooked tower among the weeping willows and pines. The man inside it was a sorcerer, and a rather good one if he did say so himself. He was confident in himself, almost too much so, but he did have skill. He should though, after all, he had been training since he was a child.

At the moment he was nestled in his study with his face close to a book of ancient spells and runes.The long purple nails on his bandaged hands were clasped around an ancient tome but he slowly lowered it, revealing his face. His eyes were his most noticable feature as they were different colors. His left eye was dark around the edges and yellow. It looked remarkably inhuman. His other was more human with only a strange eye color. He'd been experimenting with that once again.

His hair was extremly thick. A few locks were pulled up into golden clasps but most hung down in bluish chunks. His small glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose. He sighed, setting down the book labeled: "Necromancy" and picked up a cup of tea that was steaming on a side table. He blew off the steam and sipped it delicately as a smile played on his lips. Jasmine tea; his favorite.

He got up from his comfortable armchair and glanced around his study. There were books all about as well as odd objects on the shelves. Strange beasts in jars, body parts, as well as herbs and plants strung up to the rafters. All ingredients of course. He straightened out his the folds in his rather expensive looking robe and glanced to the portait that hung over the fireplace.

It was of a woman. She was almost plain looking, but she had a curious twinkle in her eye that was most intriguing, at least to Slade. Her rich brown hair hung in petite ringlets around her freckled face. "Soon, my dear," Slade said simply. "Soon."

He finished his cup of tea and moved over to his desk. He nudged a scuttling box turtle out of his way since it was underfoot. That turtle had been a human not too long ago. He was a robber that tried in vain to steal from the unforgiving sorcerer. Bad mistake. Of course he found himself turned into a reptile much to his chagrin. Slade nudged him out of the way and peered out of his round window, overlooking most of the woods. "I need some new ingrediants," he muttered as he surveyed the landscape.

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User name: Atomic Octopus
Name: Lyris (His real name? Maybe, maybe not. )
Age: Presumed to be in his late twenties
My So-called "Problem": Sadistic Personality Disorder; Schizophrenia
Appearance:
Personality: He was always a strange child. But over time, he grew more violent and far more disturbed. He was fascinated with blood and inflicted pain on other people. It made him far happier than anything else.
He had murderered quite a few people before he was caught, but instead of being put to death, he plead insanity and was shipped off to the nearest asylum. He's been in various mental hospitals for a while now. Since no one was sure how to treat him, he's been moved from hospital to hospital since then and has wound up here in St. Michael's. But probaly biting the guard the first day he came here wasn't a great way to start off his stay...
Likes:
*Blood and Gore
*Vodka
*Torturing anything he can get his hands on
*Sugary foods

Dislikes:
*Maggots
*His mother
*Doctors
*Those annoying voices in his head