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 Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 9:28 am
SOPHOMORESandipouf xxxxxxxxx▀X▀X▀ xxxxxxxxxAcademy Registry ▀X▀X▀xxxxxxxxx
Why, hello, my name is Anna Silver , but you can call me Anna . I happen to be a witch, but don't judge me from that. I'm attending Lubchenko Academy as a Sophomore.
I was born in Canada on April 30, 1998 , which would make me sixteen years old. I'm five foot nine inches tall and weigh one hundred and thirty pounds (why boobs, why) . I also have a peony tattoo on my back, but don’t tell my mom! that makes me stand out from the rest.
In case it wasn't obvious, I'm a girl, and I happen to like pretty faces.
I have these nifty powers that you might see from time to time; Spells/incantations and like any witch I have some knowledge in potion making but it really isn’t my strong suit. Where I’m from, witches are born with a single ability. Some witches can make powerful potions, some can tell the future, other can summon monstrous beings, and some can fly. My only true talent seems to be casting and memorizing spells since my potions always seem to explode when I get them wrong.
Here's a little bit about me; I grew up in a city full of witches and old traditions. A head witch of our clan foretells every birth of a brand new witch and the death of an old one. Since witches weren’t being born as often as they used to, when my birth was announced it was a big deal to the whole town. My birthday just happened to be the same day as the death of our clan leader so when everyone should have been celebrating my birth, they were all mourning the death of the leader instead! Talk about bad luck. But that was just the beginning of my bad luck; my mother, the leader of the witches potions and elixirs guild, became the new head of the clan since my grandmother was the last head so instead of raising me to be the next great witch, she was busy taking care of other people and practically ignored me my entire life. I was raised by my father and many of the other (much older) witches within my clan but didn’t really have many other witches my age to play with. There were many half witch and human children to play with but for some of them it was forbidden to play with me.
I guess you could say that it was a bit lonely playing by myself and with a bunch of old biddies but I can’t really complain about my life since I never really wanted for anything. My father is a regular human, as all husbands of witches are, but he and I are like the best of friends. We did everything together and he always spoiled me whenever he could. He would give me magic toys and books and whatever else I wanted while still being a good parent and not letting me turn into a poison apple (haha, look a pun! I made a pun! Or is word play? Ugh, I need to talk to more people). When I was about five years old I casted my very first spell, which was pretty amazing to some people seeing as that’s a pretty young age. But in order to impress my un-impressible mother, I started reading a lot of books about spells and incantations so that maybe I could do something for her attention, and in some round about way, I discovered that casting spells was my true ability. Of course, learning other magic was still important to the “old traditions” so I learned potions, tarot card readings, and broom flying, but most of those end in disaster (as they do for most witches who try to cast magic outside of their talent so it isn’t like I'm a idiot or something!). I guess, slumbering inside of me, is some great power of my ancestor and all the clan leaders after her but honestly I’m not so sure if I’ve got being a leader in me.
I’m here at the academy because I guess my mother and my grandmother went to a boarding school for the magically gifted when they were around my age. That and something about my mother saying that I had to live on my own to really learn about myself and my powers. I think she is really just punishing my dad for spoiling so much. So I left my hometown and came here so that I could hopefully learn new spells and a little more control.
I'm often described as being Jeeze, I’ll get embarrassed if I talk about myself too much. I guess I’m alright? As a person that is. I get a little bossy sometimes and maybe I whine too much but other than that I’m pretty good. I grew up around a lot of old people so my tastes are kind of old and I have some traditional views on some things but I know a lot about humans and human culture (sometimes I feel more human than witch but please don’t tell my mom). I’m pretty nice to people, I like to help but might not always because I might feel that it’s inappropriate but I really want to make some friends my own age that don’t know that my mom is the head of my clan! .
I can usually be found doing Reading, writing, practicing spells, walking (I really like walking, it like hella calms me down when I’m like freaking out about something), uuhhhhhh reading? No I said that one. Wait, I don’t really write that much. God, I wish I didn’t write that in pen… when I have some spare time.
These are a few of my favorite things; I guess I like books, reading books, the smell of books, the type face of books, the spine of really old books, leather covered books… Oh, you mean something other than books? Damn, that’s in pen too. I like cats! There are ton of cats back home! Trees, food, walks, the beach, birds those sorts of things. .
However, these can stay far away; Extreme heat and extreme cold, ripped pages, word worms (those little worms that eat the words off of old pages. What, you don’t have those here? Awesome!), bugs, those sorts of things. .
Worst of all, these stop me in my tracks; My mother, fire (like the crazy going to eat everything fire), dead things, heights (no really, I hate even being on the second floor), people that can counter chant my spells. .
I tend to always have I have a couple of good luck talismans from my aunties back home but those don’t count do they? (note to self: write the rest of this in pencil.) I have a staff that I carry around because of tradition but honestly I don’t really need it for most of my spells. For any new spell I cast, I do need to use my staff to help focus my energy. It is about five foot six in height and is made of white wood. It is a little knotted and bendy but still straight enough to walk with and the top has a rose quartz crystal secured (more like magically melded) to it. in my possession throughout the day.
When I hear No light No light by Florence and the Machine Dark Horse by Katy Perry, I can't help but think it's my theme song.
I'm swearing you to secrecy about I am the next in line to be clan leader but I don’t think I want to be. I cast a spell that got some people in town hurt..
There is someone putting thoughts into my head. I think their name is andipouf .
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 9:29 am
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Name: Darren Whitten (DAIR-ruhn ‘wɪtən)
Nickname: Darren.
Role: Sophomore
Elective: Dance
Clubs & Sports: Tech Club
Physical Information
Species: Human
Powers: Tactile-telekinesis, with telekinesis as a lesser ability
Origins: New Jersey
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 16
Birthday: July 21st
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 155 lbs.
Personal Information
Personality: Angry, or generally reserved. Doesn't like to be disturbed if he's doing something, or so it seems. If there's something you need help with, and you haven't acted like an asshat toward him or his inner-circle, Darren will probably help you out. This time. Don't get used to it.
Bio: A punk kid who was drafted into a local gang before he likely even knew what it meant, Darren enjoyed the life; running around, breaking stuff, causing havoc. He was known to be mouthy, a quality that would eventually get him into big trouble. While watching a deal go down with an affiliate gang, Darren voiced his opinion that he didn't like the terms. But who was he to say? The next thing he knew, he was pinned beneath two members of the other gang. His own boss stood by while they cut out Darren's tongue.
After that, two things happened. The first was that he was taken from his parent's custody, and placed in the care of his grandmother. She lived on a farm in what he considered a 'hick town,' a tight-knit rural community out in God's country. Though he initially disdained the place and resented his grandmother's 'backwards' lifestyle, he quickly saw the upside of being out here, and he benefited from even the activities he said he hated. No one knew him in town; he wasn't some weirdo poor kid, phone-less after having 'lost' his; chores kept him busy in the day time, and there wasn't much trouble to get in at night. His grandmother initially scheduled him for speech therapy, but he had already started to prefer the strong-silent-type persona, and so they both took sign-language courses instead. They grew closer after that. Darren was happy.
The other thing was that his powers emerged. From the night he'd lost his tongue, Darren noticed he could move things. Sometimes with his mind, but mostly with just a touch. Whenever he had time alone, he began to practice. He could use it to tackle heavy lifting on the farm. He developed it more finely while refurbishing an old computer he'd found. He used it to fly.
It wasn't all perfect, though. He often found himself stuck in a tree, or with hay bales smashed to nothing. When one day he brought down the porch roof by mistake, he finally admitted to his grandmother what was happening (though he didn't make clear on just how long this had been going on). They came to the conclusion that he had something like telekinesis, and that this was not something Grandmom knew anything about in order to help him. When his letter to Lubchenko arrived, they agreed that he should go. She booked his flight, happy to give him the opportunity to learn about his condition. He left, fearful that he was too dangerous to stay.
Hobbies: Gardening, watching TV or using a computer, practicing ASL, ignoring people
Likes: growing things, learning his abilities, relaxing
Dislikes: hyper-active or talkative people, broccoli, people with Eastern European accents
Fears & Weaknesses: anyone who looks familiar, people who ask too many questions, mind readers
Off the Record
Secrets: Darren doesn't talk about his gang past, though it's likely to come back to bite him.
Other: Darren has small scars and hand-drawn tattoos from his time in the gang. He carries a white board, dry erase markers, and a small pocket knife with him.
Theme Music: In a Gadda Da Vida - Iron Butterfly
Username: ZeKiwioftheNorth
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Dean Pukwudgington Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 9:29 am
Bebop Rocksteady xxxxxxxxx▀X▀X▀ xxxxxxxxxAcademy Registry ▀X▀X▀xxxxxxxxx
Why, hello, my name is Kieran Law, but you can call me Hellion or Wildcat. I happen to be a Human, but don't judge me from that. I'm attending Lubchenko Academy as a Sophomore.
I was born in Russia on December 17, 1994, which would make me Eighteen years old. I'm Six foot, four inches tall and weigh One hundred eighty pounds. I also have a tattoo on the upper left part of my torso and arm, as well as a scar on my left cheek. I also have various scars on my right arm, my left forearm, a scar on my left collarbone, and along my torso and legs that make me stand out from the rest.
In case it wasn't obvious, I'm a Male, and I happen to like Females.
I have these nifty powers that you might see from time to time; Arms Master: I can conjure weapons and items out of thin air. Weighted chains, hooked chains, throwing needles, throwing knives, rocks, sand, and poison bottles are conjured to my hands, allowing me to use them as weapons or tools for various purposes. The throwing knives and throwing needles can be conjured with or without poison.
Here's a little bit about me; Imagine the roughest and most dangerous city you can think of. A place where crime is rampant, the police are useless, and every day is a fight for your life. Imagine living in a city where you could walk down the street and see people lying in gutters, and wondering if they were asleep, unconscious, or dead. Imagine that they really were dead, half the time. You get so used to it, after a while, you just turn your head. It's just another day. You just thank whoever it is you thank that it isn't you. Imagine having to fight for your keep, fighting to survive, because losing a fight could mean losing your life. Got a nice and pretty picture in your head? Those are my childhood memories.
I was born in one of the roughest areas of one of the worst cities imaginable. People would kill people for little reason other than for the fun of it. My mother was a junkie. She cared more about getting her next fix than whether or not I ate. Hell, she cared more about her next fix than whether or not I was alive. Dear old dad? He was hardly ever around. And when he was, I had to hide from him until he was drunk enough to pass out, or I'd get another beating. I took to the streets when I was thirteen, learning the ways of the street fighter. For every fight that I won, I got my a** kicked another three times. Yeah, I got bloody noses and broken bones, but I learned to deal with it. I learned how to toughen up and take the hits, and that's when I started to learn how to be a real street fighter.
Eventually, I learned the unrestrained methods of the most ruthless fighters, and that's when things got fun. That's when I started using every trick in the book, doing whatever it took to win. People called me a common thug. People called me a punk and a criminal. I didn't care. In my eyes, there were no rules to the ways of the streets. Anyone was a target, and the word 'sportsmanship' didn't exist to me. I'd do whatever it took to win a fight, anything was a weapon to me. Even if you were knocked down and begged me for mercy, I wouldn't stop hitting. I wasn't done with you until you were out cold. I had become another soul lost to the slums, surviving through the lives of others.
After a while, it felt like I wasn't getting any better. It felt like I'd hit a wall, and the more I pushed, the more it resisted. So I left that city and looked for more. More power, more skill, better opponents to teach me more about how to fight. I was traveling one day when I met a man. He said that he would help me get better if I managed to beat him. I remember that fight well. It was the day my life changed for good. That day, I made a pact with a demon, granting me my current powers. This demon gave me more than just my powers. He gave me knowledge. Martial Arts, Boxing techniques. They were in my head. I knew them as if I'd learned them years ago. It all felt like an old friend to me. It gave me more power behind my punches, and it let me create my own fighting style, expanding my skills even further.
But of course, what they say is true. Making a pact with a demon isn't all rainbows and unicorns. I had a price to pay, as well. The demon's in me, now. We're sharing this body like an apartment. I'm in control, but sometimes I can't hold him back, and he'll take over. And I pray for whoever is around when he's having his turn with my body. If you think I'm ruthless and cruel, then you haven't seen anything, yet. He'll rip you apart without a second thought, and he'll laugh while he does it. You get what you pay for, right? But I don't care. I'm happy. Life is great. I have what I want.
Then again, if I could find a way to control this b*****d inside me, maybe I could become even stronger, maybe I could be the best. That's why I'm here. These people tell me they can help me. Maybe they can help me keep this beast inside me in a cage. Hell, maybe they can teach me how to become one with him, and make me unstoppable.
I'm often described as being I'm fairly lazy and easy-going, but I'm also pretty hot-headed and rash, going on impulse before making rational decisions. I'm a Hell of a flirt and a bit of a showoff, but you can keep that romance crap away from me. I'm not into it..
I can usually be found training, sparring, working out, or relaxing when I have some spare time.
These are a few of my favorite things; Women, challenges, and being alone.
However, these can stay far away; Noise, weakness, and romance.
Worst of all, these stop me in my tracks; Romance, the demon inside taking over completely, and dying.
I tend to always have my headband, my armband, and my gloves in my possession throughout the day.
When I hear Hail to the King by Avenged Sevenfold, We Are by Hollywood Undead, and Step Up by Drowning Pool, I can't help but think it's my theme song.
I'm swearing you to secrecy about the demon that lives inside of me. I do my best to keep him hidden, but that's not always easy.
There is someone putting thoughts into my head. I think their name is Bebop Rocksteady.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 9:30 am
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Name: Malik Vargsen [Mall-Ick V-ARG-Sen]
Nickname: Mal
Role: Sophomore
Electives: Art
Clubs & Sports: Music Club
Physical Information
Species: Warg
Powers: Shapeshifting into an elephant-sized wolf, superhuman speed and strength.
Origins: Norway
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: December 17th
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 170 lbs.
Personal Information
Personality: Malik can be described as brash and cocky, maybe even a little stuck-up. He thinks he is royalty, and can be seen as narcissistic. He likes watching people, thinking that they are fun to watch and are like his own personal court jesters. He doesn't care if people don't like him. He has a bit of a short temper and loses control fairly easily, especially if he doesn't get his way.
Bio: Malik was born in Norway, and honestly, doesn't remember being anywhere else. He wasn't sure if he was born in Asgard and sent to earth, or if he was born in the forests of Norway. However, since he was a small pup, a pack of wolves found him, and brought him in rather than killing him. Though, as he grew, and grew, it became obvious that he was not a normal wolf. By the time he was six months old, he was the same size as the alpha.
When he became old enough to leave the pack, he did. Being a rogue was hard. But it was for the best. He was bigger, faster, and stronger than any other pack members, which kept him safe as he moved through different territories. He started wandering closer and closer to small towns that dotted the edge of the forests. Watching, waiting. Until he was spotted, and people ran in fear from the giant wolf that had poked its head out of the forests. They called out that he was the wolf Fenrir, coming to begin Ragnarok.
Soon, a gunshot rang out across the forest, drowning out the screams of villagers and caused him to howl out in pain. His leg burned and he fell, never before experiencing such a white-hot pain before. Quickly, as if it was a reflex he never knew he had, he turned into a human. At least, that is what he looked like. Instead of a wolf, there was a boy about the age of eleven. From the village, a widowed elder came to protect him, arguing with his attackers. Saying that he wasn't the dread wolf, but instead a child.
She raised him, telling him stories of Asgard, and of Fenrir, Skoll, and Hati, the wargs of the heavens. As he learned, he dreamed. Seeing a great black wolf speaking to him. While other people would only hear growls and snarls, he heard words. With black fur and golden eyes, he said that he was Fenrir and that he was Malik's father. He told the young warg of his role in Ragnarok, and that it was up to him to study the humans. To learn. To find a way to release him from his prison.
When a letter came, Malik found his opportunity to learn. So he left Norway and moved to the States, going to school that was made for people like him. Non-humans and monsters alike. Hoping that Lubchenko would be the place he would learn how to free his father, and to have his vengeance upon the gods.
Hobbies: Reading, singing, dancing, watching people.
Likes: Red meats, sweets, tea, moonlight.
Dislikes: Hot weather, sour candy, rap music, the Aesir.
Fears & Weaknesses: Fire, dwarves know magic that can restrain him, just like his father.
Off the Record
Secrets: No one knows who his father is. He does not know his true name.
Other: He has a scar on the outside of his thigh where he was shot.
Theme Music: Of Wolf and Man, Under the Rose
Username: Norse Princess
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 9:30 am
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Why, hello, my name is Noaz Attor, but you can call me by whatever name you please. I happen to be a basilisk, but don't judge me from that. I'm attending Lubchenko Academy as a sophomore.
I was born in Greece, Nissos Makri on August 22th, 1997, which would make me Sixteen years old. I'm Six feet and one inch tall as human-like, twenty-three feet tall as Basilisk and weigh one-hundred fifty-four pounds. I also posses slit pupils, as fitting to serpents, though here we must hide them behind shades. Also, while our skin may look similar to that of humans, it is actually made of miniature scales and therefore colder as well as harder and smoother to the touch that make me stand out from the rest.
In case it wasn't obvious, I'm a male, and I happen to like females.
I have these nifty powers that you might see from time to time; as basilisks, the most well known of our abilities is the affects of our stare. A direct stare to a basilisk's eyes would bring an immediate death of the looker. Although if it is only a reflection, the victim would only turn to stone. Though for some unknown reason ferrets and weasels are not effected. In both my brother and my possession, we own enchanted stones set upon jewelry that each of us own that allows us to shift our form from enormous serpent, into a human-like one with minor differences. This includes maintaining our cold blood state, skin that is actually made of tiny small scales- both harder and smoother than the ordinary human skin, slit pupils of snake, senses and reflexes of a snake, and, finally, deadly venom although it is only released from withdraw fangs within our mouth.
Fortunately to the residents of the school, another influence the shape have on us is the weakening of our stare so while it still must be kept under cover, it will only stone the victim rather then kill it.
Here's a little bit about me; I am the younger son of the Attor family. Belonging to the race of one of the most fearsome creatures to exist, my family has managed to gain through the run of the years an incredible amount of fortune by becoming guardians to things beyond one's imagination and great secrets which I will not tire you with their description. Thus, I have never lacked a thing in my life. Our house is located on a private island, isolated from most of the population so it allows us to roam around freely without fear of harming others by accident. Although there are plenty of animals living in the nature that we hunt, it also causes misfortune of many living statues or bodies. Visitors aren't very common in our home, and those whom my brother and I were allowed to meet with are those that we can not harm, or at least not by sight alone. The implication of these facts are that we have rarely came in contact with others, especially members to their species, as even our studies were done in the boundaries of our home. (Included, we also have a vast knowledge of many languages, both human languages and other species' languages.)
However, our life is now looking forward to a remarkable change. Months ago, I turned sixteen. While usually such an event would not be meaningful, upon this birthday, the both of us were given two magical gems. These gems are a product of a contract established a long time ago. The touch of such stone gives us a human-like form, allowing us to roam with far more freedom among others.The terms are that in exchange for the ability to posses a humanoid body, an offspring of the family will be engaged to a member of their family. Due to that, while my brother is engaged to another Basilisk, I am to be eventually wed to the daughter of the witch family. The result of it is that I will need to live with other species that are not basilisk and might be required to be for very long periods as a humanoid. The school is a great opportunity to learn exactly that.
I'm often described as being curious. That is the most accurate word to describe my essence. It is what drives me forward, be it to new discoveries or to trouble, it is what gets the better of me. I am also friendly and not one to be offended with ease. Despite that, lies will offend me greatly and it will be hard to reestablish my trust in one who have lied to me. While I may come as straight forward and impulsive, I do try my best to not offend others, physically or otherwise. Part of my act could come out as strange, such as seemingly having no respect to personal space, but these are most likely outcomes of only recently learning how to act as a human and my secluded life that has not much of company outside my family..
I can usually be found doing [HOBBIES, AT LEAST THREE] when I have some spare time.
These are a few of my favorite things; sweets, touching and feeling different textures, and adventures.
However, these can stay far away; lies, others fearing me, harming others, some clothes, and being denied of touching a thing I'm interested in.
Worst of all, these stop me in my tracks; The crowing of the cockerel causes a basilisk to have fatal fits and to thrash itself to death, the cold, and killing another being.
I tend to always have shades over my eyes, of course, though the artifact that allows my transformation is a single earring pierced through my left ear with a stone in jade-green hue in my possession throughout the day.
When I hear Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield, I can't help but think it's my theme song.
I'm swearing you to secrecy about I attempt to mention as less as I can of the identity of my race so as not to frighten others and, while it isn't much of a secret, I am engaged to the daughter of the witches family that are responsible for our ability to change form.
There is someone putting thoughts into my head. I think their name is Dark_Mokuna.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 9:31 am
Bebop Rocksteady xxxxxxxxx▀X▀X▀ xxxxxxxxxAcademy Registry ▀X▀X▀xxxxxxxxx
Why, hello, my name is Noctus, but you can call me Noctus. I happen to be a Human Ghost, but don't judge me from that. I'm attending Lubchenko Academy as a Sophomore.
I was born in Britain on October 31, 1735, which would make me Fifteen at death, currently Two hundred eighty one years old. I'm Five foot, six inches tall and weigh One hundred twenty four pounds. I also have A large scar that runs from my chest to my stomach. that make me stand out from the rest.
In case it wasn't obvious, I'm a Boy, and I happen to like Girls.
I have these nifty powers that you might see from time to time; I'm a Ghost! I can do all kinds of ghost stuff! I can turn invisible, go through walls and floors, and even yell "Boo!" I like to scare people, and when I scare them, it's lots of fun! And it tastes really good.. I may not be the best at doing ghost stuff, but the other me is really good! He can do all kinds of things that I can't, and he looks awesome while doing them!
Here's a little bit about me; Hiya! I'm Noctus! And I...don't honestly remember too much. But I can tell you everything that I do know! I grew up in Britain, with my Mom and my Dad! They were the greatest parents ever! They were so cool and nice and friendly, and everybody liked them lots! My Dad was a real life pirate! He used to go out on adventures all the time, all over the ocean! He would tell me all sorts of stories about the places he went to, and the treasures that he collected! And he even said then when I grew up and got big and strong like he was, he would take me on his boat and we would go on all kinds of adventures together! Mom didn't like that very much. She wanted me to stay at home and learn and go to school, so I could be smart like her one day. She was suuuper smart! She knew everything about everything! I could ask her any question, and she would tell me the answer, and she was always right!
How did I become a ghost? Well.. It’s kind of confusing. And a long story. It was my birthday. I wanted to go out and play with my friend, but my Dad was on an adventure, and mom was busy. So, the only people that were around were the housekeepers. In some ways, I’m more like Dad, so I was able to convince them to let me go, and I met up with my friend. We made our way immediately to the woods to begin exploring. We were going to have our own adventure! If I wanted to join Dad on his boat and explore the oceans with him, I’d have to be brave and strong! And there was no better way than to explore the woods with an adventuring party! But.. we ended up getting lost. And it grew late, the sky began to darken, and it grew cold. The more we tried to find our way out, the more lost we seemed to get. Eventually, we saw lights in the woods, and I wanted to go toward them. My friend told me not to, but I ignored her. If there were lights, there had to be people. And if there were people, they had to know the way out. I went ahead of her, and made my way to the lights. When I was close enough to see that these lights were candles, I could also see the people. They wore long black robes with hoods on them. I couldn’t see their faces. They brought me into the circle and I could see funny symbols all around. The next thing I knew.. I was dead.
The only thing I remember about being dead is a man. He spoke to me, asking me if I was angry. He asked me if I hated the people for what they had done to me. I didn’t think much of it, but I told him that I was. I was angry at them. I hated them. The man smiled and gave me a power. He told me that it was okay to hate them, to be angry. He brought me back, and I hurt them. I hurt them for what they did to me. For hurting me when I did nothing to them. I made them hurt as much as I did and more. When everything was done, I wandered. I didn’t know where to go, so I just let my body carry me. I ended up at my home. But it was different. Mom and Dad weren’t there, any more. I didn’t understand what was going on. My mind broke, I went into a despair. The man from before came to me again, helped me fix myself. But it didn’t go quite right. When he helped to put me back together, I was split. I was left with separate personalities that inhabit my mind.
But enough about that. Let’s get back to the fun stuff! Now that I’m a ghost, I can go wherever I want and do whatever I want! It’s lots of fun! So now I just go around and explore, going on adventures and meeting new friends!
I'm often described as being Cheerful and outgoing, always smiling and laughing.
I can usually be found doing reading, exploring, and going on adventures when I have some spare time.
These are a few of my favorite things; Candy, exploring, adventuring.
However, these can stay far away; darkness, scary people, and scary places.
Worst of all, these stop me in my tracks; The other me is stronger than I am, but when he comes out, I get tired easily. When he leaves, I'm usually exhausted and ready to collapse. If he comes out, I need to rest afterward, or else I could get hurt..
When I hear (will add later), I can't help but think it's my theme song.
I'm swearing you to secrecy about Despite how cheerful and happy I appear to be on the outside, I secretly hate people. After seeing the cruelty and anger that people are capable of showing and using toward one another, it's only made me feel as though it were a mistake to come back. Being around so much negativity for so long has caused a third personality to form, people have said. They tell me that this third is dangerous, that he isn't like myself or the other me. I want to learn more about him and how to control him..
There is someone putting thoughts into my head. I think their name is Bebop Rocksteady.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 9:31 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 9:31 am
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Dean Pukwudgington Vice Captain
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Dean Pukwudgington Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 9:31 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 9:32 am
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