The frame of the door felt splintered on her hands as she leaned against it, staring out into the stormy night. Tear stained cheeks were lost in the splash of the water from the outside world, but all she could do was stare at the spot where she had last seen him. A warm smile long forgotten now as hours had passed. As her small frame shook from the cold she finally moved her hand down to her side and stared blankly into the dark of the outside world.
He was gone and he wasn't coming back.
She'd grown up with him, respected him... he was her friend, protector... the brother others wished they could have. It had all been hers.
And then he left.
The cold coming in from the outside was a bitter cold as if to pick up on her emotions as she finally moved back and closed the door away from it. "No...nononono..." She repeated while shaking her head. Sharp pains were moving through her body and she had no other way to silence them. So she screamed.
MY STATS
My character's username: n0mn0ms Character's HP: 25/30 My character's level: 3 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: [The Lake] Small IC description of character: n0mn0ms (aka n0ms) is a 4' 11'' petite girl with white hair, wearing the blue and black uniform of the Chesire Cat. She has bright pink eyes and long black boots made for kicking, with cat tail and ears to go with it. Character journal: [n0mn0ms log]
She'd gone there to explore. Several people were sitting at tables, every one of them unknown to her. Near the back of the room she could smell something delicious and went on her way. He sat alone and she didn't waste the time in nibbling on his snack. How delicious! The small sandwiches were of something she hadn't tasted before and she reveled in the taste of it while her ears showed their support by nearly bouncing off of her head.
As the boy shifted she gave him a toothy grin, followed by a bounce of her body. I wonder if he has more... She thought.
After that moment he'd never have another of peace again, but she would have a friend.
MY STATS
My character's username: n0mn0ms Character's HP: 25/30 My character's level: 3 Character's Job Class: Cheshire Cat Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: [The Lake] Small IC description of character: n0mn0ms (aka n0ms) is a 4' 11'' petite girl with white hair, wearing the blue and black uniform of the Chesire Cat. She has bright pink eyes and long black boots made for kicking, with cat tail and ears to go with it. Character journal: [n0mn0ms log]
The alluring laughter of the lake was far to much and before she knew it, hellrisen and her were in a circle and back at the chattering lake. "Ah.." Gabriel Santiago frowned deeply before once again getting enchanted by the chattering and moving closer to the lake. She hadn't meant to be such a bad leader really, though she hoped this spurred her party partner in taking the lead next time.
As the approached the lake yet again a hand was dipped and the memories came flooding in. Perhaps a part of her had meant to come, the side that missed the waking world..
"I hope to be a biiiig as you someday!" A young Lute giggled as her hands made a wide open gesture. "Then I can reach the tippy top of the shelf for more cookies!" Giggling as her mother leaned down to kiss her nose Lute hummed happily after. "You'll be big enough.." Lute's little pink orbs filled with hope at the promise of height. She knew not many of her kind grew very large but her momma was different she was big, beautiful and golden like the sunset. A sight that Lute only hoped to half rival as she grew into adulthood.
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My character's username: Gabriel Santiago My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Current party: hellrisen + self Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Gabriel is a very pink , GIRL, doormouse with hooves.
Face your demons rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17Total: 17 (1-20)
Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 12:52 pm
"The lake again? I dunno how I feel about this place," he said quietly, drawn back towards the water regardless.
"Hey! Don't lean too close and drown, okay?" he was telling Gabriel Santiago but he accidentally made eye contact or thought he did with someone he hadn't met yet; their username looked like it said n0mn0ms . "Sorry, I was talking to the cute ghoul, but I mean um you're cute too I mean also don't drown uh-- I think the lake is making my brain funny," he said, as an excuse, before darting to its surface and becoming absorbed in a memory.
It was the exact same feeling he'd had before: the overwhelming emptiness, the soul-sucking feeling of the time he'd been left alone on the moor as a pup. It was a ritual meant to initiate any new pups to the clan, as few as there were, and this one in particular was a little brutal.
The pack would leave a pup alone in the dark, alone to bay and whine and cry for a family that it started to believe would never return. At first, it was frightening. After that, it was the kind of fear that made him yip into the darkness in anger: surely they hadn't forgotten him, how could they? And then it was the hollow sensation of acceptance.
No one was listening.
By the time the light was starting to rise, and the pack returned to collect their pup, they would never want the pack to leave them again.
My Stats
The continuation of my stats
My character's username: hellrisen My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Gabriel Santiago + himself Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Messy hair shorn unevenly long on one side, short on the other. Full of energy.
Face your demons rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-20)
Face your demons
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 12:58 pm
As he surfaced from the first memory, he had a moment of lucidity in which to wish for a better second memory. Falling back under immediately after, hellrisen was surrounded by a warm sensation: the embrace of a stranger.
He was lost in the fair at Amityville, and there was a student he didn't know, hugging him tight. They smelled like cinnamon, and they were pretending not to notice he was crying.
"There are some pretty heinous scarves over there, look at those! Not at all like yours," they said, tugging on his hand-knitted scarf. "One of the clansmen made it," he explained, with half a nod, refusing to break the hug yet. "Did you get it at a fair?" "Yeah, here," he said, "last time I visited." "I think you're pretty tough, Van. Don't worry about being afraid. One day you'll inspire fear in others," the voice said.
"I'll do my best," he replied.
hellrisen came to with a gentle smile, touching one hand to his cheek. He remembered. He remembered that kindness.
My Stats
The continuation of my stats
My character's username: hellrisen My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Gabriel Santiago + himself Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Messy hair shorn unevenly long on one side, short on the other. Full of energy.
A group of people had gathered near the Lake and while Kousagi did want to join them, she hung back and worried at her tail. The last time she had visited she had watched herself do sad things (save for the first memory) and had held them close to herself, confused and frightened of her own feelings she didn't understand. But maybe this time she would see something happy again! When she tipped her face down to the water, she felt the wetness on her cheeks and with a sigh realized they were her own tears..
Making it back to her room was all that was important at the moment, it was all that mattered. If she could get back she could take off this stupid bracelet that was keeping Viveca silent and on lockdown. The whole Hunger Games Battle Royale thing had been so awful, how had she let it get to her head like that? So she'd been given a dagger and told she was special, but she cursed herself for her stupidity by giving into the weapon. Abbi had killed someone, even if it had only been temporary and essentially a golemn. God, she was dumb... And what was worse, she had let herself do it. There had been no voice in her head to tell her otherwise, no self appointed conscious to keep her on the path of virtue. Abbi knew she ought to feel bad about the fact that she let someone else dictate her actions like that, even occasionally, but it was easier to hand it off. She was able to think about everything else... Only now... Only now with Viveca sequestered and locked away, her head was too quiet. Everything felt hollow without her ghost.
MY STATS
My character's username: Kousagi My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Dormouse Current party: N/A Current Guild: N/A Location: Small IC description of character: A small, energetic girl with long orange hair tied in two pigtails behind her mouse ears, a big smile and a smattering of freckles under her eyes and across her nose. Character journal:♠ ♠ ♠
(1/3) [ 2. Loss ] Lossing was never a good sensation, and within, he could say the emotion of losing hope. He had given up, after trying so hard to just impress his parents. He studied hard in exam and got good grades, but not comparable to his perfect sister who scored full mark. He tried to excel in sports but she did better again. Any aspect he tired, any aspect she was better.
He completely lost his hope when he was curling on the sofa, suffering from a bad fever while on the table, there were only a few notes.
OOC
My character's username: Snakebyte My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30 Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Small IC description of character:
Light tanned, with a two pair of crimoson eyes and some scales on his forehead. He got a silky silver hair tinged with red at the end, tied in a ponytail. The boil was wearing a standard Mad Hatter attire in red, noted that he got a sentiment tail partner as companion. He is always seen smiling.
She had heard hellrisen's warning before, but it was much to late. The lake had her and as soon as one was done another memory played out. Her hands twisted in her coat as her eyes glued to the surfaces to watch the dancing pictures.
An end to a life was always painful, the words echoed in her head as she watched the elders place flowers around her mothers 'grave.' Tears rolled down her face and even though she was old enough to 'handle' the situation some would say, she wasn't ashamed to cling to her father and beg for this not to be true. It wasn't fair, how could mother be dead. What was the cause of it! Why would no one tell her more than to beware of humans?
It wasn't fair.
Lute watched as everyone else fled the area but she remained. Staying the night on her mothers 'grave,' and saying her goodbyes. It was the only way she could accept this ending, to say her pace.
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My character's username: Gabriel Santiago My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Current party: hellrisen + self Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Gabriel is a very pink , GIRL, doormouse with hooves.
How odd? Feral_monk was pulled to the lake once again. He stared at the waters, wondering what he may discover today. Looking over at the lake he stared and listened to those familiar voices once again like what he had heard yesterday. The lake water began to bubble again and a memory came to surface. His glowing crimson eyes widen in wanting to see what it could be. He saw his past, of him waiting outside of his friend's room after the attacked. The young demon looked incredibly nervous about entering the room to see her. He wanted to knock on the door but his hand seemed to be frozen in place for he cannot. She was in critical care, and he can't see her for he was the one who put her in that place. Instead, he walked away. Their friendship died at that point. To this moment he never knew what else happened to the ghoul, and was rather fine with that. Only hoped that everything is okay with her.
MY STATS
My character's username: Feral_monk My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: The Lake Small IC description of character:link Stands at a height of 6'10" with glowing red eyes Character journal:Journal link
Face your demons rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-20)
Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 1:06 pm
These things seemed to come in threes. So far, he hadn't drowned. He hoped that would continue. So long as he wasn't drowned, he could grab Lute and book it away. The third memory wasn't bad, either: dim light filtered through the small room, and he sat on the edge of a well-made bed with warm, soft sheets and a heavy cover. It was littered with stuffed alpacas of all sizes and colours and costumes: there was a huge one under his pillow, and a row of ones wearing party-hats stacked by the wall. The list went on. He did, in fact, collect them, and he'd finally finished emptying the boxes of them onto his bed.
One day, he'd have more of them. For now, this was home. Those were the only touches of home he could manage. He had moved into the city, so that he could be closer to the Academy, and hopefully if he kept applying and kept trying he'd finally get to join them.
This was the beginning of his attempts. The beginning of his uphill climb to finally be accepted, so he could hope to find his pack again.
My Stats
The continuation of my stats
My character's username: hellrisen My character's level: 4 Character's HP: 30 Character's Job Class: Mad Hatter Current party: Gabriel Santiago + himself Current Guild: Location: Small IC description of character: Messy hair shorn unevenly long on one side, short on the other. Full of energy.
Another memory is about to bubbled up again. After the first few encounters, Feral_monk seemed to be okay with what he has seen. It shouldn't be nothing new to his for they are his memories and he has to come face to it. It was then about him at the academy. Just going to his classes, meeting up with his friends, studying, and . . . that was it. There was nothing so significant about it other than just it being only a normal day. It was still nice though than what he had seen, and perhaps he should cherish those normal days.
MY STATS
My character's username: Feral_monk My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: The Lake Small IC description of character:link Stands at a height of 6'10" with glowing red eyes Character journal:Journal link
kuumeii rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-20)
Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 1:07 pm
[Loss]
The pelt was heavy in her hands as she stared it at. Among the ruin and remnants the white pelt shone like a dagger. Burned and charred it should have been barely recognizable but for her it was. The memories tied to it were moving through her like wildfire, igniting her usually calm emotions. With a loud roar the warrior released a wailing scream, clenching tightly to the pelt with both hands. It could only mean one thing...
The tears began to fall and she closed her eyes, holding the pelt close, continuing to roar her cry out to the world. It was full of pain and anger as a hole inside of her was ripped wide open. As she was silenced she held the pelt loosely before walking on. Her body was weary with the pain but she had to move on... for him, for them. Too much had been lost already.
MY STATS
My character's username: r3dkill My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: [The Lake] Small IC description of character: r3dkill (aka r3d) appears as a woman with long, red hair peaking out from her Gryphon hat, wearing a red and black version of the normal class uniform. Feathers stick out of her hat and she has piercing green eyes. Character journal: [r3dkill log]
The vision that he saw in the water was something different. There was an empty room all around wherever he looked. The colors of the walls looked familiar, but other than that he was still confused of what it could be. Then he finally saw himself in the water vision, walking around the empty room while holding some papers at hand and a skull badge as well. Ah, it made sense now to what it was. It was when he finally made the decision about moving out of home to stay at the dorms of the academy. It was the markings of a new life for him into trying to change something in him for the better instead of being stuck in his past.
MY STATS
My character's username: Feral_monk My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: n/a Current Guild: n/a Location: The Lake Small IC description of character:link Stands at a height of 6'10" with glowing red eyes Character journal:Journal link
kuumeii rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9Total: 9 (1-20)
Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 1:07 pm
[Repeat]
She threw the dagger at her head.
The moment was suspiciously perfect as the dagger missed it, taking a few blue hairs as hostage. Without words she closed the gap between them and took it back, only to throw it again and once again retrieve it. Bright eyes looked back at her and she crooked her neck. Why was this a reoccurring thing between them? It felt wrong but good all the same, to have something as normal as this.
Normal. That was a laugh. It would be the same day in and day out... and she hated that.
MY STATS
My character's username: r3dkill My character's level: 5 Character's HP: 30/30 Character's Job Class: Gryphon Current party: None Current Guild: None Location: [insert] Small IC description of character: r3dkill (aka r3d) appears as a woman with long, red hair peaking out from her Gryphon hat, wearing a red and black version of the normal class uniform. Feathers stick out of her hat and she has piercing green eyes. Character journal: [r3dkill log]
[ 4. Death ] Death was never a fear to the boil, rather he was waiting for a perfect one. In his life, he was always hoping for a meaningful death because life had been so boring and no meaning. School was boring, enemies were weak as glass, his existence was like completing the goal while enjoying the foods.
OOC
My character's username: Snakebyte My character's level: 3 Character's HP: 30 Current party: - Current Guild: - Location: Small IC description of character:
Light tanned, with a two pair of crimoson eyes and some scales on his forehead. He got a silky silver hair tinged with red at the end, tied in a ponytail. The boil was wearing a standard Mad Hatter attire in red, noted that he got a sentiment tail partner as companion. He is always seen smiling.
