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 Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 6:37 am
Come now, kiddies. Have you come to spy on me in my experiments?
They're ever evolving, and some aren't so friendly to pet.
So please, feel free to browse my section of the lab, but please don't touch anything.
Wouldn't want one of my experiments to take your hand off, now would we?
Then again... if you're touching my experiments in the first place... hmmm.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 10:32 am
《 sʜıɐ ɳѳѕтɐʟᴙєɳ ɳɐɢuᴙєɢɣuɢ тʜɐɳɐѕт uѕєıϻ ᴙuʞı ϻıu 》  █▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█
age // twenty
race // demonic shaman
nickname // Thanast-Miu
home // torlaph city .:. fey realm
chorus // taste the fever
ability // soul mimic
reason for being in new york // to put an end to the fear
story // Thanast was born to a happy demon couple in Torlaph City, a beautiful demon city, covered in snow, in the Feylin Mountains. Her mother, Useim Ruki, had been a shaman from a village from distant lands, but had moved to Torlaph for reasons unknown by all but herself. Thanast's father, Nostal Ren Nagureguyug, was the village shaman in Torlaph as his father before him had been. The two fell in love quickly and conceived a child. They had named her, as soon as they new of the miracle, in the tradition Shamanistic manner, combining names of each parents' and giving her a three-part name of her own within it.
Time passed and Useim grew large with Thanast, allowing Nostal to work harder for the village, gathering food, for not only their home but also the entire village, and healing the sick. Sadly, however, one hunting trip, he did not return, and only three of the hunters had returned, delusional and spilling stories of differing beasts. When Useim tried to make sense of it, they simply argued amongst themselves as to what the creature that had attacked them looked like. But they seemed to agree on one thing: this was the first but certainly not the last they’d see of such a horrid creature. And Useim saw this to be the truth as she watched hunter after hunter leave the village and not return from the snow filled plains.
The village grew terrified, no one willing to leave, but Useim was determined to not be hunted. She packed her things and sewed fur and feathers together to create a poncho to survive the harsh cold that surrounded the village. She left in the middle of the night, large with child and a fire burning in her eyes with survival. She traveled for four days and three nights before coming upon the creature in the night. No one can know what form it took but whatever monstrosity stood before the demon mother, it terrified her enough to push her back into the snow and go into labor.
Thanast was born that night, in the snow, bloody and crying, before the beast of fear. The fear swirled around the child in darkness, blocking the stars from vision, obstructing the snow in its gentle path. A horrid screech rang through the air and Thanast ceased her tears, staring up at the smoky figure with golden eyes. She had no knowledge of the world, no idea what to enjoy, what to fear, so this being had nothing to feed off of. As a last resort, snow was packed beneath the child so she could sit up and watch as blood painted the snow from her mother’s mouth. She gasped and choked upon the hot crimson liquid before pulling the fur poncho from her form and throwing it over Thanast, probably an attempt to hide the child from the monster, or perhaps an attempt to shield the poor girls eyes from watching this fate befall her mother. The woman cried out as she was tortured, murdered before her newborn child, the wind forcing the poncho off of the white haired infant.
Limb after limb was pulled from her dark form, her horns ripped from her skull, her tail wrapped around her throat to silence her cries for help. Thanast watched as her neck was broken, the blood dying and melting the snow. Her body fell limp, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and she slumped to the side, her body sinking into red snow with a soft crunch. The child only blinked and stared at the dead figure, and the creature grew impatient, infuriated by its failure to overcome this child. It tried to overwhelm her, to pass through her and infect her, to taint her ignorance and false innocence. But it simply went through her and she as unharmed, giggling at the tickling sensation.
Finally, the darkness passed into her soul and lingered, granting the child the knowledge she would need to survive until the fear could take her soul for itself, a delicious prize worth waiting for. It bound itself to her, teaching her of its existence and reasons, then vanished, tainting her soul in a way it could only one individual. She had become the voice of Fear, the prophet of darkness. That child would remain alone in the darkness of the snow before men of the village searched in the daylight for Useim, realizing she had left. They found Thanast and brought her back to the village where she spent her days as a shaman in training to replace her deceased parents.
At age thirteen, the Fear had wreaked havoc upon the entire Fey realm, forcing Thanast to fear and witness every death caused by the monstrosity as if it were herself. Shamans from villages over spoke of summoning ancient dark magicks to bring about a portal of salvation. It would take the Fear and bring it to a new realm, a realm of solitude and sealing, away from Thanast’s people. Being young and naïve, the girl was still knowledgeable beyond most, powerful in the ways of the shaman, and she agreed to help the other shamans create this portal. She gathered her mother’s fur poncho and held it close, still dirty with drops of her blood and wear from the ages. After clinging it to her chest, she said a small prayer and ran out the door, clasping the metal shaman seal around her neck to hold her mother’s heirloom to her person. The magicks began that very night.
They were not successful, however. The magicks required were far too powerful for only a few demonic shamans to summon. It took fey from all across the realm to gather in the demonic capital city of Hedoreki to create the portal to a new realm. It devoured all innocence, those within miles who were not required to open the portal. The magical beings who held any sort of bond to the portal stood after the surge of devouring energy, but this would not last for long. The Fear was summoned to this gathering of deep magicks and attacked many. Thanast closed her eyes, unwilling to see the manifestation of her deepest fear and stumbled backwards, falling through the portal to a distant land. She found herself teleported to a snowy place a man informed her was called ‘Chicago.’ It seemed this world was in deep trouble and their sources of life were dwindling, their climate apparently changing drastically.
Within a short time of her presence, she had learned the Fear had followed her to this realm and was now terrorizing this new species. News came that a place called ‘New York’ was the safe haven for this race, a last chance for them to survive, so she traveled to New York, sometimes walking alone in the darkness, sometimes getting rides from passer bys on their last bit of ‘gas,’ a strange form of liquid fuel. Now, here, she takes residency in a broken down apartment complex she has made her own, planning a way to put an end to this plague haunting the worlds and tormenting her mind.
the curse // Being connected to the fear, Thanast is plagued with fearsome side effects. Whenever the Fear targets a prey, it fills her senses, the smells the Fear can gather, what the beast sees, what it hears, it connects to her and forces her to watch as if it was actually her tormenting these souls, inflicting fear and pain upon them, turning them to monsters. She also suffers occasional lapses in memory and momentary fits of insanity and blood lust. The only benefit from her encounter as a child is the ability the Fear gave her on accident. The ability to see into one's soul, steal a part of it and mimic them entirely, taking on their fears and desires while retaining her own as well. If she can eat a part of the person, their hair, their blood, flesh, etc, she can take their physical form as well.
facts about the shaman // Thanast will often keep her arms bound behind her back by a thick chain, a precaution stemmed from the constant unknowing of when the Fear will strike and take over her body. She can easily break out of these chains if she needs to as long as she is fully in control of herself. If the Fear has her overwhelmed, the chain will glow, tightening around her, preventing her from devouring the nearest victim. In the darkness she can walk faster, teleporting every few feet, a skill she has yet to perfect. She doesn't enjoy using her abilities to mimic souls but she doesn't mind mimicking physical forms, finding it amusing.█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█▀█▄█
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:20 am
「 C L A S S I F I E D 」  » » General Informationxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx N a m exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Taylor [Tyler] A. Isaacs A g exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Twenty Five  D / O / Bxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
December Fourteenth G e n d e rxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Female B l o o d T y p exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
AB+ H o m e T o w nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Medford, Oregon S e x u a l O r i e n t a t i o nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Heterosexual P o w e r sxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Manipulation of Atoms // Phasing // Invisibility T h r e a t L e v e lxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
A » » P e r s o n a A n a l y s i sxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx P e r s o n a l i t yxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Intolerant // xoxTyler has no patience for ignorance or arrogance.
She has a very short temper and is quick to tell
someone off if she feels that is what needs to be
heard/said. Though she will often think her
actions through if given the opportunity, she is
always wanting to catch to the chase, to handle
a situation immediately.
Rebellious // xoHaving to live her life by the rules for most of her
entire life, she refuses to listen to anyone unless
she agrees with them. It's her way or the
highway and she'll have nothing else. She'll
shove a boot in someone's mouth if they refuse
her her freedom.
Confident // xoxoxBeing experienced in many fighting styles and
having the ability to phase through any object
she desires by rearranging her atoms, Tyler
is pretty cocky. She knows her limits but
ignores them often to push herself further to
get better. She will never back down from a
fight and will always be the first to volunteer
for a challenge. B i o g r a p h yxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Born to a wealthy family, Taylor was always having to follow examples her parents wanted to to live by. She ate with the finest china and silver, always got nothing less than an A+, and dressed in ribbons and bows every Sunday and weekday. When she was thirteen she saw an army movie. It inspired her to want to be a soldier. Obviously, her mother opposed this idea, but her father thought it might be a good idea. So he trained her in everything he knew and could possibly research. Soon Taylor was teaching him.
By the age of eighteen she was ready to enlist into the army. She already had climbed the ranks to a black belt in Jeet Kuk Do in the five years that had passed; a feat in itself. The army took no delay in training her to be as best as she could and within three years she was working as a spy for the U.S. government. She spent a while in China, researching their plans for the U.S. when war was a whisper. With her time there, she learned many forms of martial arts, picking up a personal favorite of Dim-Mak (Death-Point-Striking). She practiced this art of using pressure points to stun, injure, and even kill, during the nights while studying the affairs of China during the day.
After two years in China, at age 23, she was shipped back to America where her assignment would require going where no man or woman had ever gone before. North Korea had always been on the verge of war with what seemed like the world. And the U.N. could not justify starting war with a country they knew nothing about beyond their borders. It had been a 'civil' stalemate when in actually everyone simply had their tails between their legs. The U.S. government wanted Taylor to test a new drug (she had mocked it, calling it MK-Ultra) that would allow her to blend like a chameleon to any surface. Her mission? To infiltrate North Korea and find out their plans of war.
She had been deployed and gracefully danced through the fields of barbed wire, invisible to the gunners keeping watch of the borders. She had sneaked her way into the country and taken up residency with the help of a fake passport, a rubber mask, and make up. She recorded everything through a wire when she sneaked into military bases. Everything, including the moment where her life officially ended.
Leaning against the wall of the council room, Taylor grew faint for a moment, only a moment. She focused on the Korean verbiage being thrown between councilmen, discussion of war being the top she could only barely comprehend in her broken knowledge of the language. Her palm grew sweaty as she held her head and for a moment she felt herself falling. She had fallen right through the wall, into the lap of a councilman, shouted and profanities ringing like sirens under water to the girl. Her breathing slowed, her heart stopped for a moment, and she knew whatever side effect the new drug had had; it had just ended her existence.
She closed her eyes as guns pointed to her and she tensed every muscle she had, as if it would shield her from the bullets. The pulling of triggers, clicking of pins, the ignition in the chambers. She could even hear the multitude of bullets coming at her, slicing through the air as councilmen fled the scene. She waited for the warmth of the blood, for the embrace of death. but it never came. Instead, she was unharmed, looking at herself she realized she was translucent, almost otherworldly, like a crystal almost. She looked around to see the stares of shock and the whispers of awe as the world around her displayed the decor of bullets shot straight through her.
The girl grinned and took off through wall after wall until she met a convoy in Seoul, South Korea to take her back to the U.S. However. When she had returned, they weren't too happy about her powers. North Korea didn't know who the spy was from but they feared more, delaying war for a while; this was good news. The U.S., however, realized that this new drug had much larger side effects than they thought it would and they had eliminated the source, intent on eliminating the product as well.
Panicked, Taylor leaped to the Secretary of Defense in an attempt to hide behind him. She never expected to hide within him. It took a lot of effort to control his movements, exhausting her as if running a mile with each mere step. But she continued on until she was outside of the facility. She broke out of him and ran as fast as she could, far, far away. Never looking back. Naturally she was terminated from service and moved to a list of 'most deadly' only because they feared her powers; powers they had given her.
Bitter about the government's betrayal, Taylor changed her name to Tyler and became a 'villian' so to speak. She was harmless, really; never really hurt anyone except one drunk man who tried to get fresh with her at a bar. She heard he needed over 62 stitches and was in urgent care for over a month. The only real damage she ever did was rob from banks, a simple, phase-in, phase-out job, no one knew the wiser.
But with all the new meta-human activity rising, she wasn't the only one with a desire to use their powers to get ahead in life. Her parents, wealthy and secluded, were robbed and killed. Her father forced to hang while he watched her mother be raped and beaten. The aftermath of the scene was hard for her to witness, her tears sliding down her invisible form... That day changed her life. She no longer wanted to be one of those meta-humans. She wanted to join the Paragons and use her experience and skills to aid them in bringing all the immoral and unjust meta-humans to justice. It was what her parents would have wanted had they known anything of her time in the military or after at all. O u t l o o k sxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Tyler has always been confused about her powers and still, to this day, is.
At first she thought nothing of them, kind of like a pair of pants you wore to
keep from getting cold. After a while she realized it was easy to use them
to get ahead. She wanted avarice, vengeance, pleasure, and her powers
could give her these things in a simple way. However, now she finds
herself wanting to be good. But she's not always so certain that's what is
best for her. { P u p p e t e e r } - -
Toxic Fascination
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 3:36 pm
 
How can I make history with your choreography? Take your hands off me, take your hands off me, before I suffocate.
I want to dance without you!
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 7:39 pm
 ⍺ℓι¢ε ɱɐяιε ₲ɐℓε˙˙˙sƃuᴉs pɹᴉq pǝƃɐɔ ǝɥʇ ʎɥʍ ʍouʞ I˙˙˙
◄ ⋮ ♥♥♥♥♥ ⋮ ►'what i'm wearing' : [my attempt at formal wear]----'what i'm listening to' : [Breeze Blocks]----'i'm feelings sorta...' : [melancholy]----'and i'm with' : [no one]----  [align=center][img]http://i1097.photobucket.com/albums/g351/Evelette-E/Alice_Gale_Top.jpg[/img]
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[size=16][color=grey]˙˙˙sƃuᴉs pɹᴉq pǝƃɐɔ ǝɥʇ ʎɥʍ ʍouʞ I˙˙˙
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[align=center][size=8][color=grey]'what i'm wearing' :[/color] [url=http://everythingexclusivemag.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/m38eoc-l-610x610-sweater-clothes-dress-blouse-white-skirt-outfit-girly-grey-jumper-skirt-grey-chill.jpg][color=#f55d9a][my attempt at formal wear][/color][/url][color=white]----[/color][color=grey]'what i'm listening to' :[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVeMiVU77wo][color=#f55d9a][Breeze Blocks][/color][/url][/color][color=white]----[/color][color=grey]'i'm feelings sorta...' :[/color] [color=#f55d9a][melancholy][/color][color=white]----[/color][color=grey]'and i'm with' :[/color] [color=#f55d9a][no one][/color][color=white]----[/color][/size][/align]
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 11:31 pm
「 W A N T E D 」  » » General Informationxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx N a m exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Alastor James Caine A g exxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Thirty three  D / O / Bxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
March 31 G e n d e rxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Male H o m e x T o w nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Rhemyra S e x u a l x O r i e n t a t i o nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Heterosexual H o m e x I n x T h e x C l o u d sxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Moon Raker P l a c e x A m o n g x T h e x C r e wxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Quarter Master » » P e r s o n a l x A n a l y s i sxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  P e r s o n a l i t y xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
» Loyal //
Alastor is loyal to the end, unwavering in
his determination to his goals and to his
master. If he makes a promise he'll always
keep it, albeit, only to the bare minimum of
the agreement made.
» Cunning //
With a mind sharper than a sword, this man
could trick you out of your house and clothes
if you let him. He's always got something
smart a** to say, full of quick-witted come
backs and comments.
» Quirky //
Humorous at best, Alastor allows himself
the delight of laughing at any chance he gets
and most times his jokes make him come off
as an a** hole or just plain mad but, in truth,
he just doesn't care.
» Cool //
He never gets angry, always a collected chap.
Or at least, if he does, he doesn't show it. He's
always making the light of situations, even in
the face of death. B i o g r a p h yxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Born to a middle-class family in Rhemyra, Alastor is the second of five sons. His father was a clever man, always making sure they were taken care of, no less, no more. His mother was a woman of little class, always threatening his father to leave him with the responsibility of the children. She was having an affair with a pirate while his father worked as an underpaid physician for the Royal Army of Dalmenia. Alastor found himself stuck in the middle of a dysfunctional marriage as his older brother took off to medical school and his younger brothers vanished. One died, playing out in the fields of Hosam, where wild Couerl roamed. All they found was a half-eaten carcass. The other two brothers were mischievous in their absences, running of with their friends to cause all sorts of trouble.
At the age of ten, Alastor's mother ran off with the pirate, leaving them all alone with their father. Sadly, their father was a provider, not a nurturer, he had no idea how to raise children and left them alone often. So, one year later, at the age of eleven, Alastor ran off to join a pirate ship. He knew it'd break his father's heart, leaving him for the same life that their mother had left him for. But Alastor needed to make something of himself, and without any sort of training, the army would chew him up and spit him out. Little did he know that the pirates were just as rough, if not worse, than the army.
Upon joining the pirates, he blended with them almost immediately, as if he was meant to do this all his life. He was sent to tend to the Captain of the Rusty Scallion, a minor ship. He was in charge of seeing to every need the Captain had, acting as the Captain's son in ports so the Captain would be wenches who pitied and loved the "single father" act. It disgusted Alastor to no end, almost mocking his father.
But three years into his service to the Rusty Scallion, their ship was ambushed by the Damenian fleet. Instead of allowing capture, their captain wrecked their ship into the depths of the Outer Lands. There were only ten survivors. Two of which died the next day from internal bleeding. Alastor and the remaining eight traversed the Lost Continent, trying to find the shore line to follow it to Jidoor or Spira... But within two days of the wreck they discovered a third-world people. They captured him and the survivors, eating two of them and making weapons of their bones. Alastor had to watch as this happened before his eyes. The crew was now down to six.
When it was his turn to be eaten, they began with his scalp, cutting it open to try to eat his brain first. But he knew their process. The moment they made the incision on his forehead, he headbutted the knife from his executioner's hand, making a break for it. With great struggle he escaped them and made it to shore as soon as his blood failed him. He collapsed on the shore, not far from the shores of Spira. He was found by a pirate searching for treasure that was rumored to be around that area.
At fourteen he was dragged from the shoreline to the captain of the Moon Raker where the quartermaster at the time sewed his forehead back together and cauterized his wound. He was sent off afterwards, they didn't want children on the ship. But, as they were setting sail, Alastor sneaked onto the ship and was only found a week later, starved and ill in the hold. Again he was dragged to the Captain and nursed to health by the Quartermaster who merely laughed at the child's determination.
When they learned of his experience in piracy they offered in a place among the crew. When the Quartermaster passed away from an illness four years later, he worked his a** off to prove his position. He skipped the ranks and the Captain deemed him as his first mate. Months later they discovered a girl in a shipment they were stealing in Turoc and he scorned his Captain for leaving him in charge of looking after her. He knew enough about pirate lore in his seven years of sailing that women were bad luck aboard a ship but the Captain wanted another child prodigy in his command and it was his job as Quartermaster to see to it that his Captains wishes were taken care of.
He watched the girl climb the ranks through the hard work he had endured but she did it with more grace, made it almost look effortless.
When the Captain died, Alastor found himself stricken with grief. Taking over his position was something Alastor could not bring himself to do. So he, instead, allowed Alice to take his place, offering to keep the title only in appearances to the public to protect the reputation of the Moon Raker. He protects her with his life, assuring that he does not lose another person he holds dear, and is the only person she confides in. O u t l o o kxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
He would not trade his life for anything. His past was painful and difficult but it paid off in the end and he loves the life of a pirate. He lives for the wind in his hair and the freedom of his position upon the Moon Raker without the responsibility that Vox holds. A pirate's life for him, yo ho. { C a p t a i n x O f x M y x S a i l s } - -
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2014 11:00 am
Toxic Fascination   #C0A788 - Speech || #98CABF - Thought
Vox's eyes watched as the man spoke in a language long dead to her, much like the boy he couldn't possibly be. She found the nostalgia his sign language brought to her mind intriguing at best but she had bigger fish to flay and fry, namely the dark skinned male before her. Once Dainn was gone she turned to her crew who were all now returning to their drinks, a nervousness about them. Vox was pissed and everyone knew she was ruthless when she was angered. The blood still was yet to be completely mopped off the fins from her display earlier.
"Cut the horse s**t, Alastor, I'm done with this ********' charade. I'll not be playin' the part of yer little play thing lest ya sell me 'gain to another lily-livered scoundrel such as yerself, ya bilge rat." She took her sword from between his legs and snarled at him before waving over a waiter and pulling a pint from the man's tray and sliding it across the table to Isabelle. "Drink up, darlin', yer gonna wan a drink." She shrugged Oscar from her shoulder who immediately squawked in opposition and glided over to Isabelle, nuzzling her hair and getting his goggled tangled in the woman's mane.
"Alastor Cain!" Her voice roared above the sea of men within the Drunken Oarsman. The game master was not here, she had made certain of it, any other scoundrel that did not belong to her crew could eat his own tongue for all she cared. "You have performed mutiny in the highest offense, disgraced yer captain, and made a fool of yer whole damned crew. For this, the sentence is
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