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Streaked With Blood


Current day America. The bustling streets of Manhattan, the speedy highways of California, even the quiet suburbs of middle America. Everyone going about their lives; work, school, vacations. Every dark teen, every macabre looking adult, even the small elementary school goers that dress in black. They're shunned, ignored, or shied away from. With good reason. Unbeknownst to the normal citizens, living their lives in a world of monotony, these emo, goth, grunge creatures are not what they think. They don't need counseling. They don't need pills. They crave blood, and a lot of it.

They're vampires. Demons. Lycanthropes.

They go through school, work, life, hiding their deepest secret from the world. Some can be out in daylight, not having it affect them at all. Others can cause quite the ruckus when in the sun. Whatever other myths about vampires, demons, or lycans you've heard, throw them away. They do not react to garlic, and holy water will not kill them. Sun is only a minor interruptance to their lives. Wooden stakes? Please, they would kill you first. The only true myth you may have heard is their reflection. It cannot be seen in mirrors, nor cameras. Exorcisms do rid us of the demons, but only for a short period. They return, days, if not hours later. Silver may harm a lycan, but it cannot kill it with just a mere scratch. The heart or the head is the main vital point.

They have families, they have lives. Just, not like you or I.

Welcome to the bustling metropolis that is Gradiant City, New York. This may be the most concentrated area of vamps, demons and lycans you'll find. The city is even run by a lycan, Mayor Romulus Lethel. He's created a school for his fellow creatures of myth, known as Wyverlan Academy for the Specially Gifted. It sits in the eastern edge of town, a towering three story brown brick building, it's windows curtained in black. Vampires, Lycans and Demons attend here, as well as a handful of normal teens.

Few normal people live in this city, and those who do know not of it's other inhabitants. So come to the quaint city of Gradiant, enjoy the intricate capitol building, the speciality shops and restaurants, and the central park, near the lovely pond.

Just, don't stay out too late.

Shops in Gradiant

Inked Romantic Tattoo Parlor

Esperanza ~Fine Mexican Food~

Debris of the Heart (speciality clothing shop)

The Central Mall

Machete Meat Shoppe

Music Depot (music, dvd, books and more!)


Other various shops and restaurants.


Wyverlan Classes

Day Classes

Latin
Spanish
Japanese
German
English (Accelerated also)
History (Accelerated also)
Algebra (Geometry also)
Science (Life, Earth, Physical, Biology and Chemistry also)
Choir
Band
Orchestra
Drama
Yearbook Comittee
Newspaper Comittee
Photography
Professor Aide
Art or Pottery
Home Economics
Auto Shop


Night Classes

History (vamps, lycans and demons)
Drama
Human Appreciation
Archery (held indoors)
Welding
Auto Shop
English
Professor Aide
Algebra
Science


Wyverlan Professors

Mr. Graves: English, History, Algebra

Mr. Hanson: Art, Home Economics

Ms. Branton: Choir, Band, Orchestra

Ms. Larracoechea: Spanish

Mrs. Kazuya: Japanese

Mr. Deitrich: German, Human Appreciation

Mr. Steeves: Yearbook and Newspaper Comittee

Ms. Jenkins: Drama, Archery

Mr. Hopkiss: Pottery

Mrs. Way: Latin, Photography

Mr. Rose: Auto Shop


Professors MUST be used accordingly.


Covens

If you wish to be part of a coven, state so in your application. Covens must have a name. For those who don't know, a coven is a group of usually thirteen witches. In this case, vampires, lycans or demons can also have a coven. You do not need thirteen people in your coven. I actually want to close the rp to further people after we get around nine or ten players. Maybe less.

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Gaian Username: xx_pilze_xx
Character Name: Izeekiel Elwes
Age: In appearance, 19
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Wyverlan Classes (if any. Maximum of five): None
Appearance: Zeke, as she is preferred to be called, has deep cerulean hair, highlighted in select places with silver, that cascades to her lower back. She keeps it high in a tight pony-tail, allowing her short bangs to fall into her face gently. Her eyes are of a similar color, blue with silver specks scattered through her irises. Her face is slightly long, giving her a slightly more feminine appearance. Her body is lean, muscular on her arms and legs. She stands taller than most humans, her height nearly clearing six feet.

Her clothing, like most of the populus of Gradiant, consists of black, grey, and other monotone colors. Occasionally she throws a splash of red or green in. Her typical, everyday outfit is a pair of loose fitting black slacks, fanning out at the ankles, with large pockets for her belongings. She wears a studded black leather belt, pulled tight. Her shirt is almost always her long-sleeved black turtleneck, despite what the weather is. During the chilly winters of New York, she dons her black leather trench coat. Her shoes, everyday, are a pair of shined, high-heeled, knee high boots. A pair of onyx sunglasses, perched on her nose, complete her outfit.

Personality: Zeke is complex, so to speak. She, if nothing else, holds polite conversations with herself while walking, driving, or flying around Gradiant. She believes that is the only intelligent conversation she can get. She thinks she is miles above everyone else in intelligence, common sense, and nearly everything else. She is vindictive to most, and simply ignores the rest. She has no tolerance for stupidity or sarcasm, unless the sarcasm is her own. If you were to disagree with her, she would find a way to make you see things her way. Be it negotiation or threatening.

Brief History: Zeke was born and raised in Manhattan, moving to Gradiant with her parents and sister when she turned twelve. She's lived here since. She used to idolize her elder sister, right up until Moniga decided to move to the west coast. Zeke hasn't forgiven her for leaving yet, and does not plan to. Her parents, Gerard and Dante, love her as much as ever, sending all of their love for Moniga her way. Zeke shuns them just as much, hardly visiting anymore. She deems it below her to do so.

Her previous engagement, to a lycanthrope named Raphael, has been postponed. Raphael left to the west, to visit his elderly grandmother. Zeke, believing he is actually cheating, has thrown away their engagement ring. She believes if he's not ready, she's not willing.

She lives alone in an apartment on 23rd Avenue. Her profession is fashion designer.

Special Powers (if any): Zeke is able to manipulate ice and fly, without the use of wings.

Yours should be around that long, if not longer. Longer would be better, but don't just start rambling to fill up space.


Pictures DO NOT cut it for appearance. You can have a picture, sure, but I want details in paragraphs as well. Not all pictures show up on all computers, and I don't want people complaining about not seeing anything.

I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO DENY YOUR SIGN UP.

If I see fit to deny it, be it you didn't go into enough detail, or you neglected to fill in a required space, I will. I shall let you try again, so don't freak out.

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Gaian Username: Kamaria Yakami

Character Name: Azrael Nisroc

Age: Sixteen

Gender: Female

Race: Kitsune/Human (( Half and Half ))

Wyverlan Classes (if any. Maximum of five): Spanish, Accelerated English, Photograhy.
Night Classes: Indoors Archery.

Apperance: The young Kitsune stood up near 5’7”. Dark brown almost black locks with small streaks of a honey brown reached a little past her mid back, but most people couldn’t tell considering the fact that she always had it pinned up into a loose messy bun or a pony tail. Side-swept bangs cascaded across her forehead the tips just reaching her jaw line. The left bright green hue was blocked by her hair from anyone seeing the scar that she had received when she was just a child.

A black button- up shirt hung loosely around her fragile shoulders showing the white wife- beater underneath. A purple tie was wrapped around her neck; as well as a Silver Star pendent that was held up by a thin chain. The rim of her purple and black plaid skirt fitted snuggly around her waist, while the skirt ended near her mid- thighs. Plain black sandals were what she had usually worn every day, in exception of boots she also wore occasionally.

Personality: Azrael is a quiet, shy girl. It takes her a while for her to open up to others. But being once she is out of her shell, she can be the funniest girl you can be with. A little cocky sometimes, she can become a little over confidant when she’s on a roll about proving something. But she’s not all fun and games when she’s serious. Her attitude can change in an instant; it’s as if she has an ‘alter ego’ that she lets go loose when things don’t go her way. Like being in an argument, she has to prove her point in things, if it isn’t proven then she’ll throw a temper tantrum. But it’s just not proving points- she also can’t handle being under pressure. She’s afraid of failing not only to herself but to others as well.

Brief History: She lives with just her mother Mimi and her younger brother Aiden. Her parents divorced only a couple of months after her thirteenth birthday. She visits her dad every once and a while, but she doesn’t like to. Knowing why her parents divorced, he’s the reason why she got the scar over her left eye. He was the abusive, alcoholic type dad; and not only did he abuse her but he forbidden her to show her Kitsune form. Her mother being the part Kitsune and her father being just human, he thought their kind were a disgrace to even walk upon the earth. And when he had told Azrael that she was disgrace she did something that was out-of-line to her father. She had questioned why he bothered to marry her mother if he thought their kind was a disgrace. From there he had thrown some metal object at her and that was how she got the eye injury: Practically loosing her vision in her eye now.

It’s been years since that have happened and she’s happy living with just her mother and annoying little brother.

Special Powers (if any): She can change her eye shade which can result in her power of manipulation. All that she knows that she can do is Confusion, Seduce, and Turn one person against the other. But she doesn’t do it very often unless necessary



Gaian Username: TheRestless
Coven name: The Desdemona Coven

Character Name(s):
Ryder Nox Desdemona
Nebula Nyx Desdemona
Dagan Ryder Desdemona (died as a human at the age of 20)
Chantry Nebula Desdemona Zed (married into another coven)
Nadie Twyla Desdemona

Age:
appears to be in his 40’s
Appears to be in her late 30’s
Died when 20
Appears to be in her late teens early 20’s
Appears to be in her late teens early 20’s

Gender:
Male
Female
Male
Female
Female

Race:
Vampire
Vampire
Dead
Vampire
Vampire

Wyverlan Classes (if any. Maximum of five):
None
None
None
undecided

Apperance:

Ryder Nox Desdemona, prefers all that know him to call him Sr. Desdemona. His towering height of six foot two fits in perfectly into days society in comparison to the eighteen hundreds. He was always built for battle, his frame is strong composed of a broad chest and shoulders. His lengthy arms built for fighting and crushing his enemies with any means passable. His face pieced together with fierce almost perfection. Stony plump lips that still hold an almost red color. Stormy gray eyes that would pierce any with sudden fear. A large scare starts under his left eye and trails all the way to his hair line and meets with a few wrinkles upon his brow. His thick raven black hair holds wisps of silver gray giving him a distinguished older look. One of the only signs to his middle age.


Nebula Nyx Desdemona looks as though she has stepped out of an old oil painting. Her smooth dewy white skin perfectly highlighted with just the right amount of color. Thin lips painted with a deep velvet red covering perfect white teeth. Big deep blue eyes and long lashes with a perfect light brows. Long golden blond hair always loosely held up in a whimsical bun accompanied by jewels or flowers. Standing a mere five foot four she looks like a small doll next to her husband.


Chantry Nebula Desdemona Zed had always been a stunning girl. She had her mothers golden blond hair and stunning hazel eyes. They always seemed to feel her mood and changed frequently through the day. Also like her mother she stands five foot four and has the same complexion, though she is more for updating her styles with the changing times.


Nadie Twyla Desdemona is a wonderful mixture of both her parents. She has her fathers plump lips, strong build (but very famine, dancer ish), and his raven black hair, which is just as long as her mothers. She has her mothers big deep blue eyes dewy white skin and skinny curves. She stands at a five foot six. Her left ear has three auricle pricings, both her lobes, and she is thinking about getting an industrial in her right ear.


Personality:
Sr. Desdemona still believes in his old ways of living. To never truly trust anyone, even those you think closest to you. Always keep friends close, but your enemies closer. To only deceive one with strong reasons behind doing so. Do anything to protect your family and most importantly keep the family secrets safe at any means necessary.
Sr. Desdemona cares strongly for his family, but prefers to keep his feelings to himself. He still mourns over the death of his son and curses himself everyday for what he turned the surviving members of his family into in his moment of weakness and desperation. In comparison with his overall roughness he is very charismatic and witty with a vast knowledge of history in general.


Nebula has always been an overly kind woman and carried that trait with her when birthed into her new life. It was this trait and her husbands disgust in killing innocent people that lead them not to feed on people but on the blood of animals. She is also very motherly and is always willing to help and educate others of there kind about there way of living. She is also very posed and proper, you will never hear a curse word out of her mouth.


Chantry has always been a little vain in her ways and demanding. She is known to throw random fits and outbursts, but can be extremely loving. (sorry I’m at a lose right now for the rest of her personality… more will be added later)


Nadie was never proper like her mother and never vain like her sister. She was daddies little girl, especially after her brothers death. She didn’t mind getting her knees scraped and dirt on a new dress. Nor did she mind letting her mouth runaway and telling someone off. Very athletic, artsy, and social. She prides herself on finding loopholes and being her own person.


Brief History: The Desdemona Family; The Fathers story starts it for all of them.

In the early eighteen hundreds Sr. Desdemona’s village was dying off quickly to a new set of plagues. As a retired general and the fact that his family had it better then most in the village he never expected the plague to snatch one of his children. His only son and oldest of the Desdemona line, Dagan Ryder Desdemona would fall ill and parish within a few days time. Struck with grief and drunken rage Sr. Desdemona set fire to the Desdemona manner, his wife and two daughters were able to stop the fire before it moved to any other part of the house. The next day he swore he would do anything and everything in his power to keep the rest of his family safe from the plagues. He set out to the next town to seek help, but what he came across on his way was something, no someone he never expected.

It was night and he was on horseback the country side flying past him. It had taken him two hours to reach the small village between his and that of the town. While in the local pub he over heard two men talking about the demon of the night who was the cause to the loss in livestock and people going missing in the village. In normal circumstances Sr. Desdemona would have paid no attention to this tale, but he was desperate to keep his family from suffering. He had heard legions of these night demons and instantly knew what he must do.

He garbed his things and knocked on the silver smiths door. A sleepy eyed man answered, but become much more awake at the pile of gold shoved in his hand. Sr. Desdemona requested only two things, one no one was to know of this and two that a small knife be made of silver.

The next night Sr. Desdemona had a few livestock that he bought, a plane knife and the silver knife tucked in his coat sleeve. He wait till it became almost too dark to see and then set to work. He killed the three animals letting them bleed more then necessary then took the regular knife and cut into his own skin and placed it off to the side. Then out of no where a man in black rages appeared his red eyes glowing with thirst and pleasant surprise. He spotted the knife way off to the side and assumed Sr. Desdemona unarmed and to be a poor farmer. He jumped at Sr. Desdemona sinking his teeth into the open cut of his forearm at the same time Sr. Desdemona stabbed the night demon in the heart with the silver blade. The night demon fell to the ground eyes wide as Sr. Desdemona began cutting him apart till he could not with hold his own new found thirst from blood. He dropped his head and began to suck to rest of the blood out of the night demon and then the livestock. Soon the sun began to rise and afraid of the legends he quickly cleaned up his mess by burning all the evidence and seeking refuge in a nearby cave away from people.

He stayed there for days not trusting himself, he was not a killer of the innocent and refused to give into his thirst again. Her grew weak and the weeks dragged on in the cave. Then a heard of cows were grazing in the field and a few were close to the opening, he lunched himself at them ripping them up with his teeth. After filling himself he started that night on feet to his home. He found himself being able to move at great speeds without even trying, in fact he had to try and walk at a slower pace at which his normal speed would have been. He took off at a run then and found himself almost flying, but his feet never left the ground. He was home within fifteen minutes time. He let himself into the house and found his wife looking very pale and dressed in black, her eyes blood shot red and her long lovely golden blond hair down and in disarray. His knife held in her hand, blood stained. Her could tell by the smell it was his own and not hers.

She had fainted at the sight of him and when woken thought she had died and now had joined him in the after life. He explained to her what had happened and why it had took him so long to get home. Then her told her what he was. She had turned paler then usual, but agreed to it and got the girls. Sr. Desdemona went to the stables and picked out four large sheep and brought them into the kitchen where his wife and two daughters sat waiting for him. He quickly bit each on the underside of there right forearms and watched them go through the pain he had gone through, but temporary pain was better then suffering loss from the plague. They would not be lost to it and they would survive, but he had not planed on other pains they would experience together, but as long as they were together that was what mattered.


Special Powers (if any):
Speed and strength

Her beauty was intensified and when she changes moods (you can tell by her eyes) she can change the moods of those around her.

Agility and sight into the future.


Gaian Username: X..candi..X
Character Name: Jessica Rosales (rose-'a-les)
Age: Appears to be 16-17
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire/Demon (half/half)
Wyverlan Classes (if any. Maximum of five): Photography, Choir, and archery.
Apperance: Jessica looks basically like a normal teenage girl during the day. She's extremely skinny, and has blond hair. In the day time, she has light gray eyes. During the night or when she's threatened, her eyes change to red.



Personality: She's somewhat shy but is pretty easy-going. She keeps to herself at times because she feels there's no one else to trust. Rarely, if she does find someone she thinks she can trust, she opens up more. She has yet to admit, she has somewhat of a drinking problem. Unlike the humans, she only drinks alchohal when she gets pressured or tempted by something. She gets drunk very easily and often make rash decisions that she regret.
Brief History: Her parents love her very much and as she grew up in her hometown in France, she was prooven trustworthy. Her parents were very rich but not often home, so they bought her a little, but nice house beside a beach in Manhatten. They don't bother to visit anymore and frankly, Jessica really doesn't care anyways. She now lives alone in her house, but her parents still pay for her bills, even though she's perfectly capable on her own. She also works as a waitress/preformer in a infamous bar close-by.
Special Powers (if any): She controls wind with left hand while her right hand remains completely useless. If she's threatened or frightened, her power over wind disappears, and lightning comes along. She can't control the lightning very well yet and it often ends in disasters.



Gaian Username: Sauronbane
Character Name: Bane N'kad
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Dragonakai
Wyverlan Classes (if any. Maximum of five): None
Apperance: Bane is about five feet, five inches tall, and over all, human. He has thin grey eyes, and there is little distinctive about his face, other than the fact that it is always ringed in a mane of muddy blond hair. His wings, each at five feet long, are a deep void like black in color, and he keeps them hidden under a crimson colored jacket. His clothing tends to be black, other than his jacket. The jacket itself is a deep crimson (Red for those who don't recognize Crimson) and covered in odd adornments, such as metal rings sewn into the shoulders, and small strips of black fabric which sway from the ends of the sleeves. He also wears a single silver ring on the middle finger of his right hand, and a black and red wrist guard on his left wrist.
Personality: Cynical to say the least, Bane has always been one who views stuff in different ways from others. Often studies those around him, trying to figure out what makes them do the things they do. He has a love of only one thing, and that is himself. Often says,"Good and Evil are merely mortal inventions, showing how little we understand."
Brief History:Ryn has been on the streets of the world for almost ten years, after the rest of his family died while they were flying, in an accident with a super sonic jet. Since then he moved from city to city, rarely flying. When he finally came across Gradient City, he found the other "Myths" to be quite fascinating, despite the fact that he had seen them before. He ended up taking to the city, and has stayed there for about two years, constantly studying the residents from the shadows, and working in an IHOP to give himself the money to get what he needed.
Special Powers (if any): Flight due to his wings, along with an exceedingly good sense of smell. Has a dwarfed version of super strength, which is in a small number of Dragonakai, and allows him the strength to lift up people, and other heavy objects, and still be able to take to the sky.



Username: vampwolf_riss
Character name: Raven Camella Deshoulieres
Age: appears to be 19
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Wyverlan Classes:
Choir
Band
Orchestra
Appearance: Raven, also known commonly as Camella or Rae, has long flowing black hair that falls just short of the ground. Her eyes are a hunter green color with a random brown spot on her left eye. Her skin is pale, but lord knows she must have over a thousand freckles. She stands about 5 foot 5 inches.
Her clothing style tends to be that of khaki pants that are baggy (rather like guys pants), and a black, maroon, shirt that is form fitting. She loves to run around barefoot, but when she’s wearing shoes she has on a black pear of skater style name brands.
She almost never ties her hair back unless she’s composing music, or writing lyrics to her songs.
She wears nothing but Victorian jewelry; although she wears a ring that once belonged to her mortal mother. The night of her father's murder, she is seen fleeing from his home wearing a black wedding gown.



Personality: Raven is a loner by nature. She’s always been the one who stood out because she was thought to be retarded. She has her moments though, and can be cheerful. She hates to show her emotions because to her they just get in the way.

Brief History: Raven was born to an Irish woman named Anna O’ Keefe. Raven’s father was there long enough to name her while Anna lay asleep in bed after the long hours of labor. Many years later, as Raven grew older, she found out that her father was a French man named Blaine Deshoulieres. At the age of 16, Raven set out to find her father. After crossing many miles of country for 2 years she arrived in France. On her 19th birthday just outside of Paris, she met a man who seemed to be drawn to her, as if they were connected by fate. When she told the man of her travels and of her quest he became startled. He knew the man she spoke of. They had long ago been friends, and immediately Raven was taken to her father’s house to be reunited with him. The strange man left Raven at the door, and she became compelled. With a new hope she knocked on the door. Slowly the door opened and there stood Blaine Deshoulieres, her long lost father. She exclaimed “Father! It’s me! Raven Camella Deshoulieres. Your daughter, and the daughter of Anna O’Keefe.” She became deathly quite. Something was wrong. Her father came crashing down upon her tearing his teeth into her neck. She tried to scream, but the scream was muffled by his hand as he clasped it over her mouth. It was that night that Raven became a vampire. After years and years of testing her limits, she realized that she could control certain elements, and she used that knowledge to later kill her father. She now roams Europe touring with musicians in orchestras where she plays the clarinet and the piano.

Special Powers: Flight with out the use of wings, the control of fire and water

What if someone isn’t on for more then three days and it’s that persons turn to post. Does that mean everyone else has to suffer? Maybe if you know you are going to be gone more then three days they could post saying so and maybe say something like “you can skip me because I don’t know when I’m going to be back”.

"More damn rain," Zeke muttered as she pulled her onyx umbrella from her trench coat pocket. She popped it open and stared ahead, pushing her sunglasses further up her nose. She may be a vampire, and quite a scary one at that, but she doesn't overly like being soaked. She grumbled another string of quiet curses as she continued on. Not to mention she didn't need her new tattoo getting ruined because it became wet. That would be three hundred dollars down the gutter. She sighed and stalked on, weaving quickly through the crowd of people, rushing to get inside. Most, students from Wyverlan it seemed, were out, enjoying their Saturday off in the storm. Zeke strode past a group of teenage boys, one letting out a wolf whistle as she passed. She turned to give him a cold glare through her sunglasses before carrying on.

"Lycans......bloody dogs," she murmured as she continued to stride to her destination. The local A-Z bookshop was open until seven, and she wanted to see if they had the book she wanted in paperback. She stole into the store, collapsing her umbrella as she did. Petra, the demon who ran the shop, smiled as she came in. "Good afternoon," she said, as she had the past few hundred times Zeke had entered. And, as routine would have it, Zeke didn't even look in her direction. She just made her way through the shelves to the back of the store. She scanned the books, taking off her sunglasses and stowing them in the pocket of her trench coat.

"Of course not. Why would Miss Petra want to carry the book I want?" Zeke asked herself irritably. She moved to the next shelf over, scanning the spines of the book quickly.


((Whoever else wants to be in the shop, or outside. Join in. We need somewhere where we can all post and kind of be on the same page, alright?))

Nadie had waited patiently for the boy at the counter to collect and pay for his item she that she could speak to Petral herself. It was actually less talk and more or less a passing of information on paper from her father. Nadie looked outside at the rain and gave a small sigh. This was wonderful! She gave a slight look down at her mostly white dress that had odd spirals of black crawling up it. Her mother was not going to please about Nadie ruining another imported dress and this tickled Nadie’s fancy very much, but these glorious thoughts were interpreted when Petral’s voice somewhat solemnly spoke up.

“Ms. Desdemona… how may I help you?” respect flowed through her words almost to the point if anyone had been listening they would have found this rather strange. A grown women speaking in such a manner to what appeared to be a teenage girl.


“this is from my father” Nadie’s words smooth, but not holding the same respect at all for Petral. Nadie placed a folded piece of heavy, slightly off colored parchment on the counter in front of Pertral and waited. She pushed a long strand of raven black hair over her shoulder.

“hum…” Patral said to herself. Her eyes darting back and fourth across the page and when she was done she looked back up. “would you like me to directly deliver this to the manner Ms. Desdemona?”

Nadie’s big deep blue eyes fell back upon Petral. “no, that will not be necessary. I will be back for them in two days time.” and with that Nadie turned and headed to the cook book section.

Bump it twisted