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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 6:37 pm
Anon name: Von-Max
Name: Philharmonic Helix
Race: Demon
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi-Sexual
Age: Looks 25
Date of Birth: Unknown
Height: 6ft
Hair Color: Black with dark blue highlights
Hair length: Short
Eye Color: Black Iris's with googly eyes, that seem to pop out of his face as part of a birth defect
Skin tone: Dark blue Image:  Personality Traits: Creepy, Annoying, Polite, Devious, Over dramatic
Abilities: Heighten sense of smell, hearing, strength, basic magic tricks
Weapons: Baseball bat, Scythe
Color(s): What are colors...? I'm color blind.
Food(s): Cheese and potatoes
Drink(s): Wine and fruit punch
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 11:16 pm
I did not mean to forget this place!;;
Let me know if anyone was missed...
But I have updated the content now. Thank you all so far for contributing~
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 2:01 am
Temptress
Real name: Ellora Lavette aka Elle
Gender: Female
Skin: Tanned Olive tone
Hair: Waist length brilliant red and naturally Curly/Wavy. Style often changes depending on her mood, though it is most commonly worn down or in a messy state.
Eyes: Ocean Blue
Distinguishing marks: Heart shaped freckle colored tattoo on her right side between her Pubic bone and her hipbone.
Facial Features: heart-shapped face, Almond shaped eyes and pouty lips with a distinct cupid's bow on her upper lip.
Build: A little short for average at 5'2, hourglass shape with her lower body only slightly longer than her torso.
Pets: Kitten names Adonis
Residence: Large rooftop Penthouse suite
Distinctive Traits: French creeps into her language regularly, Though she is the personification of Lust she barely behaves as a Demon should. She also has a very difficult time with buttons and zippers when putting on clothing-never when taking it off.
Clothing:... What clothing? Most commonly found in any type of lingerie and heels with either a fur coat or a long jacket if it is chill enough.
Accessories: Varies, However usually wears a ruby and rose gold ring on her right index finger.
Weapons: very partial to M9s and other smaller guns unless it is her treasured sniper rifle.
Personality: Flirtatious and clever. She cares very little about gender of whom she interacts with.
Sexuality: Bisexual, slightly preferring dominant men and submissive women.
Anon Type: Kink Poet. However has been known to write prose every blue moon to shake things up.
LIKES
Food: Chocolate, Wine, Brandy, Coffee, Sweets (in general), Sushi
Colors: Burgundy, Red, Black, White, Gold, Silver
DISLIKES
Food: Veggies, Actual food, Fake sugar
Colors: Orange, Brown
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:46 am
Name: Cree
Race: Human-demon Hybrid
Gender: Female
Age: Appears around 8 most of the time. (1300 years old)
Date of Birth: June 6th
Height: Child form 3ft. 2 in,
Weight: Child Form 35 lb,
Hair color: Naturally brown but it turned white when her powers awoke. She likes to dye her hair black on occasion.
Hair length: when down it falls right bellow her bottom
Eye color: Naturally brown, they turn red when she is upset (or empty eye sockets with a single red glow in her left eye socket)
Skin tone: Pale Porcelain
Personality traits: She is childlike in most everything she does; however if you get on her bad side she is not so sweet. Like every child she likes games, toys, and playing; but unlike every child her "games" include gore, carnage and other twisted play. To her this is a normal thing so she will still smile with her sweet grin while playing. She panics when left alone and will cry.
Occupation: Anon or as the villages like to call her, "the Demon of the Forest"
Abilities: She can disappear and reappear anywhere she wants so long as it is in the forest. She can speak to the demons of the forest who act as scouts for her game. She seals the soul of the people she kills in their skull once it has been removed from the body.
Weapon of choice: Axes (of any kind)
Likes: Collecting Skulls, baking cookies,
Dislikes: Being left alone, the thought of someone else being left alone, people insulting her cooking.
Other: When someone enters her forest she begins her "game".
The game is she watches them from the moment they enter, listening to them, trying to get a feel for their personality. Then she sits in an open area and waits for them to find her. Once they find her she will decide which game to play based on the impression she got while watching them.
Favorites -
Color(s): red, black, white
Food(s): Cake and cookies, tea and hot chocolate
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 12:07 pm
(-quietly steals and alters Tempt's profile cause she's lazy-)
Anon Name: Bittersweet
Anon Type: (Bitter)Sweet/Romantic Poetry
Real name: Azekah Grimalkin
Nicknames: Grim, Bitters, Sweets
Gender: Can change, though is normally female
Skin: Light skinned, doesn't tan
Hair: Long, pure black hair with golden streaks. The black doesn't take dye, though the gold does
Eyes: Dark red with golden cat like pupils
Distinguishing Marks: A long scar runs horizontally down the left side of her face, over the eye, several deep scars on her lower arms, and another scar runs diagonally down her chest from her right shoulder to her left hip.
Facial Features: Their overall face is slightly more feminine, though can pass as just a feminine looking male, oval-shaped face, slightly tilted, almond eyes, high cheek bones
Build: 5'10", lean/slim frame suited for speed over brute strength, has a very androgynous figure.
Speech: Tends to be very soft spoken and prefers to avoid speaking for long periods of time. Also tends to call women 'love'.
Writing: Tends to get almost overly descriptive in her writing, poetic usually. Left over from her native tongue being both of these.
Clothing: Prefers long sleeves to hide the scars on her arms, pants, and boots with occasional gloves. Usually in blacks, silvers/golds, and reds.
Weapons: Has a preference for knives, but knows her ways around guns and explosives.
Occupation: Poet/Assassin
Personality: Quiet, observant, distrustful, protective and loyal to those they like, and can be a little flirty.
Sexuality: ... Might be considered bisexual..? Only likes women, but they have the ability to change gender.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 12:28 pm
Anon Name: Falinn-Anon
Anon Type: Music/Story Anon
Real name: Cecilia Rose Hales
Nicknames: Falinn, Ceci
Gender: Female
Race: (Immortal) Human
Age: 340(ish)
Skin: Extremely light skinned, would likely turn into a lobster in the sun if she still had the ability to do so.
Hair: Long, wavy, dark brown hair with a faint reddish tint.
Eyes: Dark green
Distinguishing Marks: None anyone can see nor she will reveal them.
Facial Features: Has somewhat delicate features, though her cheek bones and such appear a bit sharper than they should due to having little to no fat on her whatsoever.
Build: 5'6", lean body type, long fingers, and is severely underweight.
Speech: Tends to have a lot of slang and improper grammar in her speech when she's relaxed. This disappears when she's angry or working.
Writing: Tends to be sloppy, though people don't get to see it often.
Clothing: Always wears long-sleeves of some description (shirts, jackets), long pants tucked into boots (rarely sneakers of some kind), gloves, and just generally keeps her body covered at all times. Clothes are usually blacks, blues, whites, and greens.
Weapons: Explosives are her favorites, though she also uses guns and occasionally knives.
Occupation: Thief/Mercenary/Crime Lord
Personality: Usually seems cheery, hyper, and friendly, though she is known to have snapped on occasion (usually around Halloween) and gone on murderous rampages.
Sexuality: Asexual and aromantic
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 1:48 pm
Anon Name: Assassin Anon
Anon Type: Choose your own adventure (or death in her case usually)
Real name: Sarang Mang
Gender: Female
Skin: Fair skinned
Hair: Very long, white curly hair that's usually just left down.
Eyes: Blood red
Distinguishing Marks: None really
Facial Features: Has a somewhat oval face shape, full lips, slightly tilted eyes
Build: 5'4" when not wearing heels (she normally is), curvacious figure
Speech: Has a usually polite, well bred way of talking.
Writing: Has very neat, flowing, though not very flowery writing.
Clothing: Prefers dresses and clothing that accentuates her figure or beauty to help lure in her assassination targets.
Weapons: Small knives and guns that can be hidden under dresses somehow
Occupation: Assassin
Personality: Flirty, sly, untrusting, slightly paranoid, typically calm, though is quick to anger and somewhat possessive when someone flirts with her mate.
Sexuality: Bisexual
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 2:32 pm
Anon Name: Asterael Anon
Anon Type: Story Anon
Real name: Asterael/Death
Nicknames: Aster
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown, looks late teens
Skin: Extremely light skinned, no longer has blood to give it much color
Hair: Straight, black hair that reaches about mid-shoulder, fades to a very light gray at her bangs
Eyes: Sky blue
Distinguishing Marks: None
Facial Features: Has delicate features, small nose, big, child like eyes
Body: 5'1/2", very slim and agile build for flying, has large black, feathery wings that fade to white feathers towards the outer bottom, pointed ears, has hollow and fragile bones.
Speech: Is very soft spoken and tends to stutter, especially around strangers or people showing hostility.
Writing: Doesn't know how.
Clothing: Tends to wear dressier outfits, though never wears dresses or skirts since she flies, though she always wears a black hat she can tug down to hide her face. Clothes tend to be mostly blacks and whites with some dark blues.
Weapons: N/A
Personality: Is extremely quiet and skittish around people, though always seems to want to help them. She seems incapable of hate and rarely shows anger, usually appearing sad and/or tired.
Sexuality: Unknown, usually begins to panic when someone is obviously flirting with her or making hints towards the bedroom.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2014 6:30 am
Anon name: Enchanted Phantom
Name: Ciel
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Date of Birth: August 11th
Height: 5’ 4"
Body Type: Average
Hair color: Black and white
Hair length: Stacked and short,or to shoulders depending on season. White chunk fringe
Eye color: Brown ( avatar Purple )
Skin tone: Pale white
Tattoos: Shoulders and back.
Personality traits: Has a strong streak of flirtatiousness during events towards all genders, always tries to act with a sense of propriety and respect to other users and anons. Is sometimes overly compelled to be the comfort and 'parent' to others when needed during events.
Sometimes guilty of geeking out and fanboy-ing.
Sexuality: Pansexual; genders are irrelevant. I don't care what you consider yourself with all the different classifications out there now..everyone is pretty much game. I do lean towards 'boys/men' in any sense of the class now...no matter what you've really got
Occupation: Collector
Abilities: Artistic ( sometimes will gift art over items )
Anon Type: Moderately priced gifts or small gifts with the focus present being artwork.
Likes: Talking, Black and Purple, Cats, Chatting and conspiring with other anons. <3.
Dislikes: Being in pain, seeing friends in pain emotionally or physically, things I am allergic to...
Favorites -
Color(s): Black, Purple, Red, Gold, Teal
Food(s): Coffee, Bagels, fresh salads
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 5:31 am
Anon Name: That Green Gentleman.
Name background: This Song.
Actual Name: Orrin (he only remembers his first name).
Name Meaning: Derived from the Irish name 'Odhrán', meaning "little pale green one".
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown.
Race: Potato Inbetween zombie and human.
Physical Traits: Orrin is neither tall nor short, with big hands and clumsy feet. His hair has turned white, save from the black fringe. Pale, green skin, always cold and often wounded or suspiciously covered in blood. He tends to wear bandages, and is often barechested. His eyes are of a light shade, and he keeps wearing his old glasses, even though the glass in them is long gone.
Personality Traits: His personality and general behaviour depends on his physical health. When he hasn't slept or eaten well, he's rather drowsy. In this state, he doesn't talk very well or react fast to things around him, and is generally slow, clumsy and confused. But at his prime, he might seem as any ordinary person, at least in how he acts. Though he's still rather nervous, and may keep stuttering regardless of his state. He's always very kind and cuddly, and rather like a puppy. And though it rarely happens, one ought to not make him angry.
Triggers: There are certain things that might trigger him into full-on zombie mode, such as hunger and exhaustion, rage, sorrow, pain, fear, seeing blood. Keeping him happy and healthy is generally your best chance of avoiding it, and do NOT show him your wounds. In fact, don't even let him see his own. On a bad day, it could go very wrong.
Zombie Mode: As a zombie, he won't recognize his friends. Driven by rage, he will move towards the biggest annoyance around him. As most zombies, his hearing improves, and even moderately loud noised drives him mad. The best thing to do, in order to revert the process, is to isolate him for a while, until he calms down enough to regain his senses.
Backstory: Orrin used to have a happy life, indeed. He grew up with his wealthy parents in a cozy mansion, which he would inherit some day. He fell in love with a girl, as boys often would, and they went together with both their parents on vacation to a far off island. Here he proposed to her, in front of everyone they held dear, and she said yes. As happy as one ever could be, none of them could ever foresee the tragic fate upon them. There was a zombie outbreak on the island, and as they fled for their lives, Orrin's ankle was bit. He kept moving with them for as long as he felt well, making sure to get them all into safety. There was a cure, a vaccine, which they tried to get to. They all knew that this precious injection, in limited supply, would only work if given to the victim within twenty minutes of infection. When they finally got to it, it had been well past an hour. The last thing Orrin remembers is the moment before his death, and the sharp and sudden pain in his upper arm as he was injected by someone who truly loved him.
As anticipated, the vaccine would not work. Soon he was a mindless predator, roaming the streets for flesh along the rest. He does not know how long he went on like this, but one day, the vaccine began to make its way into his cells. Slowly being cured of his curse, the poor man saw what he had done, realising that it was far from decent. He saw how the others around hadn't a single thought in their minds, and he began to wonder why he was so different. Distant memories of a cure appeared to him, with the realisation that someone had given it to him, even knowing that it must've been too late. For someone to waste something so precious in a hopeless attempt to save his life, he must really have mattered to them. He wished to find this person and let them know that he was alright, but he couldn't for the sake of him remember who it was. The poor thing had lost nearly all of his memories in life, and began an aimless search for the person he had forgotten. In time, clouded memories began to return, and he made it back to mainland in hopes of finding answers. But everywhere he went, people would scream, run and even attack him. They saw not the difference between him and the rest. Orrin kept fleeing to places where people had never seen a zombie, moving at night when most are asleep.
Will he ever remember his fiancèe? Will he find her, at last? Is she even alive...?
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That Green Gentleman Anon
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