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 Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 12:25 am
  [Certed]::.Name of Nightmare.::
Morg
::.Fear.::
Rabies
::.Home.::
Beastia
::.Personality.::
Morg is a very sadistic, dark-humoured creature. He enjoys "pushing people's buttons", until the point of tears... though a strange guilt seems to manifest within his subconscious.
Morg embodies the fear of rabies, though he doesn't actually possess the disease. Whereas he does exhibit all of the symptoms of rabies, he is in general "good health"... well, good for him, at least. He does foam at the mouth and is generally bi-polar when it comes to his emotions. He possesses a strange love for the girl he haunts, but his nature forces him to hate her.
::.Habits.::
Morg generally foams at the mouth, drools an unnecessary amount, plays with his tongue, and randomly has bouts of anger that not even he can explain. He has a horrible habit of saying the exact opposite of how he feels and he can't come to terms with the fact that he bound to a girl who's terrified of him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:53 pm
--Not yet complete.--::.Name.::
Adelle Sommer
::.Possesses the Fear.::
Rabies
::.Age.::
14, born April 19th.
::.Appearance.::
Adelle is small and weak, due to her is dislike for the outdoors. Her hair is long, wavy and platinum blonde, while her one good eye is golden brown. The left side of her face is somewhat scarred, and her left eye is dull with blindness. Her body is fragile and petite, but very feminine. She tends to dress in casual, comfortable clothing and doesn't put too much effort in looking nice.
::.Personality.::
She is quiet and keeps to herself for the most part. Her family requests that she spends three days a week speaking with a therapist, so Adelle feels that it is unnecessary for her to share personal feelings with others.
Still emotionally distraught from her childhood experience, Adelle lacks a social construct. Somewhat paranoid and obsessive, she prefers to keep her level of engagement with "outsiders" to a minimum.
::.Habits.::
Coming Soon
::.History.::
Coming Soon
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:32 pm
I like to take pictures in el baño. o_O;; --Not yet complete.--::.Name.::
Sophie/Soph
::.Alias.::
[..Soph..]
::.Age.::
18, born August 21.
::.Vocation.::
I currently work as counter operations for the Geek Squad precinct at a Best Buy.
::.Fears.::
Swimming, spiders, needles/injections, taking my blood pressure, and large birds.
::.Pets.::
I have a dog named Rossi [x] and a cat named Sophie [x].
::.Background.::
Coming Soon
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 11:45 pm
"I'd like you to keep a journal of these occurrances, Adelle. I do believe that this... Morg, as you call him... might be the key to opening your mind."
Journal One:: Introduction
Adelle heaved a small sigh, curling up beneath her woolen blanket. The world seemed colder than what she usually perceived, but then again... the world was always cold. She trembled uncomfortably, fragile body shaking beyond constitution. The heater was turned low, perhaps to save money. The gas bill, her mother had explained, had been obscenely high the last few months... despite the fact that their levels of energy consumption hadn't changed.
There was a soft whisper at the door and Adelle jumped to her feet... frozen socks planted firmly upon the cherrywood floor. Her parents had spent a fortune fixing up this old house... only to call it home. Adelle had disapproved in their choice of a wooden floor... the glossy planks hurt her bony feet. She winced.
"How did you know they'd make the house so cold?" Adelle questioned bitterly.
A dark, immense shadow emerged from the floorboards, shaping itself into a constitutional form. The head of an enormous wolf, salivating as its salmon pink tongue slinked from its foaming mouth, pressed its nose against the girl's. Lime green eyes sparkled in the shadows and a quick, sadistic grin trailed across the wolf's face. He could feel Adelle's body quake with fear. Morg shuddered with delight and pulled his body out of the deep shade.
The small girl took a step back, teeth grinding in order to keep herself from crying. Morg was the only creature in the world that was able to provoke emotion from her in such high degrees. He laughed, his deep voice reverberating within his bloodied chest. The wolf turned slightly to reveal his rotting middle. Adelle held back from vomitting up her lunch. This was the first time she had ever seen his full form. Their previous encounters had only consisted of voices and shadowed images. Now... here he was.
"Humans... are so... predictable," Morg explained. "They'll do anything to save a few... meaningless... coinsssss." His hackles rose, then fell, spotted tail swaying from left to right. His sentences were choppy and broken due to his lack of breath.
To be continued....
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