WELCOME TO LALA LAND [TEST][ DNP ]

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A spark of flame. A sudden movement in the calm. A ripple of life in the darkness. How long had it been since she anticipated for this day to come, counting the hours and minutes and seconds while cursing herself for being so thoughtless as to the circumstances of her actions. She could have foretold such a thing had not she been too busy thinking of her own current welfare; too busy thinking, worrying and fearing for the safety of her future. How humourous and utterly stupid she was, she who was an abstract creature being able to feel emotions and to react blindly from them. That was why she had to carry out the deed. That was why she had to take away Love's privilege. And that was why she spent the following years living in trepidation and regret for what she did.

But time has come for her to mend her faults; from the Abyss you are born, to the Abyss you shall return. Love's child has not returned to her womb and until then she would never rest easy, leaning forward upon her queenly throne and gazed down at the figure laying across the palm of her hand. Light's child, though his flesh and blood were of Abyss's; an earth creature nurtured and bred among the void and destined to serve the shadows. A mere puppet. She leaned forward and breathed onto the pale body, watched as it was filled with life and jumped down from her palms and disappeared into Light's realm below. No more waiting. It knew its purposes. It will serve its duties well. For Noctus was the child of Abyss, son of the void, bringer of destruction.

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"Ach, we can only offer ye a bed now. There's a ceremony goin' un an' the cooks wont have ya till everybody leaves. Though if ye don't mind there's some ginger an' cold bread in the kitchen.." the young page prattled on as he lead his companion down several passages and corridors that separated the main building from the lodging wings, glancing once or twice over his shoulders at the towering man behind him. He couldn't tell if the man was a knight or a merchant, though he mentioned about being a wood cutter hence the heavy looking weapon strapped to his back. Nonetheless the man was willing to pay for a room to himself instead of sleeping in the dorm with the monks, and the priest not saying a word of disagreement. Not that it mattered to the young page, fingering the gold coin happily in his pocket and wondered if there was anything decent enough in the kitchen worth feeding a man of such proportion.

They were passing though a corridor on the second level when a sudden commotion broke out from the service room and soon enough a monk crashed through the door, demanding for water and the exorcist. "Ach, what for? It's just a comin' of age ceremony ain't it? Why has he gone over and faint in the middle of--" the boy argued, not realising that his charge had drifted away. The back pews were empty and people were busily crowding near the altar, fussing and murmuring noisily. Noctus just watched, unable to see anything amidst the flurry of robes and Sunday bests.

"Child of Love, have you finally awaken?" he murmured softly, standing firm where he stood as chaos steadily reached it's pitch in the room.

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[list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][size=10]Noctus could hear and sense everything perfectly in the room, noticing that his skin tingled with a strange electric vibe that could only meant that he was in the presence of an otherworldly being. A few infants started crying and when Korah started resisting against the exorcist's orders it only proved that he was too late to prevent Love's awakening. Abyss had warned him to haste and now his duty became much harder to accomplish. But a job was still a job and he began walking towards the altar, unsheathing his sword despite the crowds. Some of the monks saw him approaching and instantly backed away, screaming, demanding of his intentions. Noctus marched on, eyes fixed firmly upon the white haired figure at the front.

"There's no need to force the boy to heed the mother, priest. He has spoken and admit to his own blasphemy and to that there will be no remedy but through death" Noctus said, causing the exorcist's flesh to turn a shade paler. One of the male relatives stepped forward and tried to block the redhead's path; he was once a warrior himself and no wood cutter was about to strut straight into his family's ceremony in such a manner, spanning his arms wide open.

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And with that Noctus lurched forward, skipping over the dead bodies and slammed his sword against Korah's. There was a loud clang and a sparks trickled from the impact. Noctus took a step back before charging again, swinging his sword vertically up and down furiously, vigorously as that of a man accustomed to the exercise of swordplay.

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Druggie intro

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He started the day two hours earlier than everyone else in the whole neighborhood, stuck in a slummy alley about four blocks down the cheap apartment his old folks rented from an old couple who may or may not had anything to do with the local yakuza gangs, his mind fogged in thick smoke and a stick jutting out between his dark lips. He couldn't remember the last time he had any decent sleep or where he had been hanging out the whole night, in the end finding himself slouched in the sofa of the living room in pitch darkness. Mom's door was locked tight so he wasn't about to trouble himself finding out what was happening inside, grabbing a ragged sack he called a school bag and went out without even bothering to lock the door. That had been around four. By seven his stick was gone and the young male staggered down the street amidst the bustling sidewalk, ignoring the crowds as he made for school. The weed effect was wearing off anyways so he might as well spend the rest of the day somewhere productive. You know, so he can be clever.

How his life ended up like this was something Hitoshi had problems trying to figure out. It may had started at the point when dad got kicked out from his job as a clerk for some obscure company in town and started using up all the family savings to become a professional teetotaler, specializing in Chinese 'medicated' alcohol and other s**t in the same category. He heard that the old man had been laundering money to pay off ancient debts, hence the sole reason why he got fired but couldn't be sure, not that he cared much for the old man anyways. Or it may had been because of her mother all along, working in a hen house belonged to a group of yakuza to support her sick mother in the village. Perhaps that was the reason why his parents got married in the first place because they're both idiots. They were ********' meant for each other.

It was a few minutes after eight when he finally arrived at the school, climbing through the rear wall because he knew the stupid guard at the from gates wouldn't let him in, landed unhurt against the concrete ground and strutted towards class. The school had its own strict lines of rules and regulations but to Hitoshi they really meant nothing; the teachers never bothered to help him and judging by his appearance it was obvious why, with his badly bleached and untamed hair and the face of a drug addict, dark rings forming under his eyes. Although he never indulged in needles, his body was lean despite his height and his lips and fingernails had turned to the color of bruise. To think that girls would go crazy when their favorite stars dressed up like wannabe addicts.

He realized that class was already in session judging by the cacophony coming from inside, scanned himself up and down in one last effort to make himself look presentable before sliding the door open and stepped inside. It would had been interesting if the movies were real, when a lone vagabond enters a private saloon in the middle of nowhere and all eyes turned to look at him with awe and suspicion. But there was no suspicious much less awe going around as he walked towards his seat at the farthest corner of the room and sat down, not interrupting anyone in particular as the chattering went completely unfazed by his presence. Well perhaps the teacher, since the guy looked like he just got graduated from high school yesterday. The man'll get used to this sooner or later.

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[Asphyxial_Aoi]

Make a move, reindeer games [1x1] FROSTIRON



Prompts;
1. Post-Avengers. Tony is still licking his wounds when he receives an uncalled visitor. With the rest of the team out of reach and his unstable relationship with SHEILD, how the hell Iron Man is going to deal with a sore and sour Loki.

2. Post-Avengers. Loki just went through his punishment and sought Midgard to rest.

3. Au. Vampires.

[Asphyxial_Aoi]

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тнιs ιs ωнσ ι αм, тαкє ιт σя ℓєαѵє ιт
To say the least, Matt was a very modest guy despite his big dreams of making big arrests and protecting the public. A hard life after graduation taught him that not everything could be achived simply by working hard, but also through preservation and utmost patience. He tried not to contradict other people but could easily use his fists whenever he deemed necessary. He would never hesitate putting his life at risk for the safety of others which was also the reason why he always got reprimanded for messing up strategies. At times he may appear like any other guy who was too dumb to see anything before it hit him straight in the face, overworking himself, drinking too much coffee and generally worrying about things that he wasn't responsible for. In conclusion; he was a good boy.

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There was nothing extraordinarily special about Matt's early life. His childhood years was spent in their family home in Mississippi, a nice little terrace in a warm neighbourhood gamely trying to stay alive despite the massive modernization taking place around them. His father was a local in the area while his mother was British, hence why no matter how hard Matt tried he just couldn't shake off the accent. He was the third child of three, and like any other child of his age, Matt never seemed to understand the reason why his parents choose such a boring name to give their son. The bragging continued on after some time, by that time his parents simply played dumb and told him to stop worrying about the stupid name. It was from his aunt that word finally got out that his parents named him after a certain uncle, very distant, who was a famous and heroic sergeant in the late sixties. There was an arrest of some sort involving drugs before the uncle's death, but Matt didn't care; he wanted to be like his uncle and that was enough reason for him to enroll straight to the police academy right after graduation. He was a police constable and lived alone in a cheap apartment in the same city he had been stationed in.


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Jenny Rayfelle

[Asphyxial_Aoi]

►►►-н ι т σ ѕ н ι . к α м ι η є
" PROUD OF MY SINS "

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[Asphyxial_Aoi]

✄ - - - MIKKEL JEAN HEIM ❣
⋙ GUARDIAN ⋘





⇢ XXX 「 20 」 XXX ⇡ XXX 「 ♂ 」 XXX ⇣ XXX 「 Bisexual 」 XXX 「 n/a 」 ⇠

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Extra: Always walks around with a red hoodie jacket. So far nobody knows what is the history of that particular piece of fabric.

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☛ XXX'XXX Play XXX'XXX Eat XXX'XXX Lazing around XXX'XXX Playing pranks XXX'XXX Bright, sunny days XXX'XXX Doing stunts when he's alone XXX'XXX ✔ (six likes)

☛ XXX'XXX Responsibilities XXX'XXX Serious persons XXX'XXX Being pushed about XXX'XXX Rude persons XXX'XXX Being driven to anger XXX'XXX ✗ (six dislikes)

`·.(`· XXX Basically he brings out the mischief in you for amusement purposes. He helps people forget their problems and hardship and remind them, even if it is only for a few seconds, to never forget that everyone was alive and a child once. XXX·´).·´

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❝ XXX`·» »XXX The Depressed Human XXX ❞

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`·.(`· XXX It is an unspoken agreement among Mikkel's close friends that they should never bring up the subject of life before the jokester became an angel. If it did, the guardian would shrug his shoulders absently, smirk, and say, "Guess I'm just a really poor dad"

Mikkel has a special connection with children. He likes to play with cherubs when he wasn't on Earth helping humans, playing and conjuring tricks for their amusement. His missions usually revolve around old folks; alone and laying sick on hospital beds, their hopes lost and their presence forgotten by the world. He would hang out with them, relieve their pain, made them laugh, made their last memories a little happier.

But that is a long time ago. Now the world's gone colder. He could only watch as humans rushed towards their life goals; fame, fortune, lust, material needs that ate away at their happiness until there was nothing left. He watched children grow into adults too fast, too rashly. If only humans would just stop whatever they are doing now. If only they would just drop their reports and gadgets and checkbooks and just enjoy life while they still could.

Yes, he knows it isn't that simple. Hence the reason he's here.

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[Jenny Rayfelle]

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♚ MATTHIAS AVERY JOHNSON ↺
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Just The B A S I C S

MY NAME IS: Matthias Avery Johnson
BUT THEY CALL ME: Matthias/Matty
WHEN I WAS BORN: 09/02/1819
AT RAVENSREACH: Nurse
WHEN I'M IN LOVE: Secretly bisexual

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Getting More D E T A I L E D

MY LIKES:
♚ nicotine ↘ when not in duty, he smokes like an industrial furnace
♚ solitude ↘ it calms him, though he doesn't entirely avoid society
♚ routine ↘ he clocks in, tend the patients, he clocks out. That's it.
♚ books ↘ he indulges on various, though regrettably, questionable subjects
♚ opera ↘ and orchestra. Though a music lover, he does not play any musical instruments

MY DISLIKES:
♚ noise ↘ sounds of any kind that lacks musical quality. He doesn't mind a beautiful scream
♚ ennui ↘ do not on any circumstances leave this man in a state of boredom
♚ anger ↘ he hates the feeling it left in his mind. Anger taste like bile
♚ incivility ↘ rudeness, deliberate discourtesy. Patients may find themselves feeling feverish after eating their dinner, though other staffs or guests may be subjected to a brutal riptose
♚ responsibility ↘ he clocks in, tend the patients, he clocks out. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

MY PERSONALITY:
♚ silent ↘ refrain from actions or statements ↘ he rather stand back and watch rather than waste time on useless conversation
♚ subtle ↘ working or spreading in a hidden and usually injurious way ↘ did a rude patient became sick after eating the pudding? Oh, no they're probably imagining it
♚ sombre ↘ grave or even gloomy in character ↘ like a plague doctor who has seen too much
♚ detatched ↘ showing lack of emotional involvement ↘ in this line of work it is better to leave your emotions at home rather than risk it in a bloody asylum
♚ curious ↘ beyond or deviating from the usual or expected ↘ he has interest on various, though regrettably, questionable subjects

MY HISTORY:
Matthias had everything he could ever need to start a good life; money, fame, and influence. His father, Lord Basil C. Johnson was a steel baron; he owned a metal manufacturing factory to cater to the rise of the industrialization era. He had several overseas investments and lived with his family in a grand manor somewhere south of England. So much on Johnson Sr. and his social standing. His private life, however, is the common story; after being married for fifteen years, the lord filed a divorce to marry a governess who had been with the family for a mere two years. He managed to gain custody on all three children; two boys and a girl, thanks to his influence and thick wallet. A year later Matthias was born in a taciturn, materialistic family.

When he was young Matthias was fascinated in art. At the age of fourteen he worried the family by declaring that he planned on dropping school and run off to Venice or some other Italian district in order to become the greatest artist Europe would ever set eyes upon. Fortunately, Matthias began to show a healthy interest in psychological science when he was eighteen. It was due to a visit to the mental hospital with his mother that sparked the interest; they were visiting a distant relative who had been institutionalized as criminally insane (the b*****d chopped off his wife’s head fed it to the dog) and Matthias was charmed from the beginning. There was just something curiously wonderful about mental patients and the insanity they exhibited, the way they screamed and cried and laughed with the same kind of mindlessness that a demented mind could only produce. Weeks later Matthias had forgotten about his paint bottles and brushes and spent hours in the library, reading on everything he could lay his hands upon which related to mental psychology.

At twenty years of age, Matthias bought his way in a medical university using a bit of his family’s name and money (with or without their knowledge was something no one could ascertain). He was very serious in his studies and managed to last through his first year without any mishaps; he made friends and developed a close companionship with another man named M. Luther, whose father owned a theatre. However, in his second year Matthias began to show strange behaviours; distant, uncommunicative, and always having the appearance of fatigue about his eyes. The boys in his dormitory would report of strange noises coming from his room in the middle of the night, though they were unable to ascertain its sources. His studies began to drag behind. There were rumours of nightly escapades, of Matthias being involved in indecent company and that his family was shielding him from official eyes. And yet despite all the rumours one seemed to bother enquiring the matter further. There was just something ‘off’ with the young man that made everyone steer clear of his way.

At twenty-eight years old Matthias completed his studies and managed to find a position in a hospital. Without much commotion he moved out of his ancestral manor to live in a small apartment on the pretext of being nearer to his workplace, though it wasn’t hard for people to notice that Matthias’ relationship with his family had grown cold and distant. After spending a large portion of life in the lap of luxury, he was forced to lead an independent life with minimal allowances and mediocre conditions. By the time he started his post as nurse at Ravensreach Asylum, Matthias’ life had degraded so that he ranked no higher than an average London labour worker. He still indulged in little pleasures such as tobacco and music (if he could afford the journey, Matthias always went to the same old theatre as he did during his university days) and spent the rest of his days as a man who had nothing else in this world but himself.

[Jenny Rayfelle]

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TASTE ME. WIND ME UP AND WATCH ME GOxx

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[Jenny Rayfelle]

►►►-ｍａｔｔｈｅｗ . ｅａｓｔｗｏｏｄ
" BLESSED ARE THE FOOLISH & INDUSTRIOUS "

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►►►-ｍａｔｔｈｅｗ . ｅａｓｔｗｏｏｄ
『 Honey scars I'll keep you η є α я . Our blood is g σ ℓ ∂ nothing to fear---
We killed the time and I ℓ σ ν є you dear.---
A kiss of ω ι η є we'll disappear. 』

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[Jenny Rayfelle]

נσнηαтнαη • ωяєη • єαѕтωσσ∂

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『 Honey scars I'll keep you η є α я . Our blood is g σ ℓ ∂ nothing to fear---
We killed the time and I ℓ σ ν є you dear.---
A kiss of ω ι η є we'll disappear. 』

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[Jenny Rayfelle]

Asphyxial_Aoi

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