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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 12:10 am
 Name of Nightmare: Shakespeare Fear: Satire Home: Operis NM's Personality: He is but a cynical satirist with a mind set on every weakness he can find in the human race. He has no regards for the "Inferior monsters" as he would call them. Who is he really? His clothes are musty and old ... Perhaps he is but a ghost from the past with one purpose, calling out the vices that humans carry with them each and every day. His ink and pen are not only dear to him, they are his means of torture. With the witty yet hurtful words he writes he touches the very soul of his victim. While the ink can be used for different spells he would rather sit mockingly nearby and write while reciting himself to whoever might be near. His true limit to his powers however is unknown. He seems to also have a pastime which involves mocking people instead of merely scaring them. His humor is someone else's humility. Perhaps not a noble way of amusement, but is nobility what this demon really seeks?
Name of Human: Neo
Human's History:
Neo is a scholar, actually one of the best in his area. He has his own little home inside of the palace fitted with thousands of papers that line his bed, floor, desk, and in some cases walls. As stubborn and sarcastic as he is he always hates the feeling that he has made a wrong choice whenever he is asked to carry out a task. He will not back down for anyone who gains his trust, but trust in himself seems to be an issue.
Still, he is not someone to reckon with. His staff is usually nearby and ready to be swung at anyone daring to act against him. He is also not much of a social person unless it's with someone he deems "worthy". Why is such an irritable person revered here? God only knows ....
"In time we hate that which we often fear."
William Shakespeare~
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 10:06 pm
Ruuuuuuuuuuules:
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1. No postie unless I give you permission to do so first. Unless your Ferret.. duh..
2. Er.. there is no two. I just had a brain fart and decided to put it here for now ._.;
3.. Seriously, more rules might be added later if need be. But for now, you may enjoy yourself and read my craptastic typing. e_e;
As a note:
Neo has his own journal.
Shakespeare has a journal of his own that he keeps in his realm.
To keep the posts from getting confusing, Neo shall write in black ink while Shakespeare writes in green ink.
Remember, Neo cannot read his Nightmares journal as he has no access to it.
Shakespeare however.. could hypothetically read Neo's while he is asleep as he has power to travel between realms. Whether or not he shall do this however is undetermined.
Also, Neo doesn't really like his journal much. If his entries are not long.. tough? It makes it's point I would think. Remember, he would rather be reading than writing in the end~
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 10:07 pm
The sound of a pen falling to the floor is only muffled by the sound of glass shattering. The dripping of ink can be heard afterwards as it slowly flows down the edge of the hardwood desk. Cackling is the last thing that can be heard before silence takes over the room.
Silence... then darkness...
The lamp seems useless in this thick black of the murky night.
Rp:
http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=9039569
]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=9105171
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 12:33 am
I purchased this journal as an attempt to keep me sane....
Perhaps I shall write in here to calm my nerves and keep me from wounding my associates as well.
... One shall never know~
Perhaps my first entry should be ... somewhat social?
http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a208/gracefuldeath17/rp characters/certedneochaos.png
Bah.. I HATE this picture.
Damn .. Halloween nonsense...
It shall do I suppose .. the idiot standing next to me is named Chaos.
You do not need to know about him for the moment. Yes, that is a cat set on me .. meh ..
My name is Neo.
Refer to me as "The One" and except a swift rush of pain in your head.
I am 28 years of age and currently, as I have always, reside in the palace of Althazair.
I have long, blonde hair kept down to mid-back. Ask why and expect the need for a doctor.
My blood type is none of your business.
My personal life is none of your business.
My dreams are none of your business.
There are a lot of things under the "none of your business" category in fact~
I have lived here for as long as I can remember ... this palace is both my work place and my home.
I am in charge of all records here. Whether people find them important or not they are kept safe. My bed might be lined with pages from various folders, but I assure you they are merely copies made for my own amusement. We shall not speak of the other papers.. the ones lined everywhere else along my room. Oh dear ...
I might only be a records keeper to some people, but in reality I serve a more important purpose to others. My knowledge makes me .. handy to many. Survive my ego and you might find someone worth relying on. Or, you might find a irritable scholar whacking at you from behind. Heh, my choice in the end.
I see nothing else important to write here for now ... perhaps I should lay down my pen and hunt for another book to peer over...
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 1:00 am
Aha! Macbeth.. nothing like a psychopathic man and his paranoia could ever make me more amused...
Such fragile minds we humans have ...
How could so noble of a man fall to such simple words of foul women? If he was truly noble then he would have been fit with the job he had..
He would have lived a long, worthy life for both himself and his king would he have not? Alas, nothing in this world plays out as we would like...
Afterall, the world is merely a stage no? Bad acting leads to bad roles ...
I think it is time to dust off some old plays for amusement ..
Why is it that Shakespeare's writing amuses me so? Perhaps it is his understanding on all the vices of men. I wonder what would happen if he was still alive today. Such a mind would only find ever more ways to call out on mankind I suppose. Perhaps he would go mad at how nothing much has changed since his lifetime. Nothing ever changes....
So busy this week. I let my associates continue to breathe.. why? If Chaos DARES to come to my desk tomorrow with nothing done then I swear to living Ra he will need a casket and a tombstone laid out for him. While he might be amusing he is more hell than I need right now.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 11:50 pm
I wasn't entirely .. planning on keeping this journal. Writing however is seeming to calm my nerves more than I thought it would.
Strange.. things are occurring to me..
I hardly ever sleep in the first place, but lately getting to bed is seeming like an impossible task. I toss and turn, despite all the pills Chaos tries slipping in my drinks. Does he think I am blind? .. Meh...
Sleeping pills never did work anyways..
Doesn't mean this isn't odd.. right? I am sadly questioning myself on a piece of paper, oh joy.
It's like.. something is following me. I am never one to be paranoid, I have good reasons to feel followed. I hear someone call to me, mock me. Someone DARES mock me. When I find this person they shall be paying for their own damned hospital bill.
Bah.. papers are due to be shipped this week ... more just came in today...
Perhaps I should slip away with a book and let Chaos drown in the paperwork for once~
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 12:45 am
Let me jot down in this journal to keep myself amused...
I am the person, the bully if you wish, that haunts you're every whim.
I am the gray in your rainbow.
I am the vices that you carry out.
I am the sleepless nights you turn to, hoping tomorrow never comes.
I am ....
Who am I?
That is not for me to know it seems ...
Perhaps you can find me?
Find me.. you worthless mortal ...
Perhaps we can play a game?
A game of wits .. a game of which you will lose and I will win.
Find me .......
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 2:33 am
I can't sleep ....
I toss and turn .... sweating.... coughing into the morning.
What is happening to me? Why am I hearing a voice? ...
Me of all people... going insane? Nonsense! I am one of the few people in this place with a brain!
Still.. that voice... it follows me...
It tangles me into a sense of insecurity. Odd... yet.. true.
It mocks me.. but.. it knows things that only I know...
Things I regret.. things from my past...
Gods... what shall become of me? Am I to pay for my sins in such a way?
It wants to play a game. This is what I remember from last night.....
I know enough to be considered a doctor here... yet.. I loathe the actual ones designated to the palace ..
...gah ... perhaps I should talk to someone. Even if it is that moron ....
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 2:44 am
Can we play a game? Just a small one.. I'm quite sure you'll enjoy it~
I can break you, with the smallest of ease.
You shall never feel safe again, the monsters of this world shall eat away at you...
Maggots, eating at your flesh and soul. Dust.. covering your bones and casket.
The world is but a stage along with bad actors, you stated this yourself.. mortal.
Why is it that the one's that play nobility are in reality monsters? You push, eating away at those less fortunate and pretend you are saints.
The beauty of this world is covered in trash, filth I should say.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2007 3:45 am
I met it. I met something that made me shiver.
Yes.. even I shiver...
He had no name. None at all.
A game? He is toying with me. I have a strange feeling that he is about as confused as I am about humans. Who cares if I AM one? People might be the same on the inside.. but their actions are always confusing at times. He said his purpose is to call out my every fault. Such a sad job to give yourself eh? Still, he amuses me. He also scares the living s**t out of me, but thats not the point.
I will not harm him.. for I have a feeling that he does not belong here anyway. I also have a strange feeling that my cane will not even affect him. There is a strange aura around him. Perhaps the ink dripping from his very skin tipped it off? Chaos is now calling ME insane for mentioning this. He can ******** off. I KNOW this person was real .... tell me otherwise and you can ******** off as well.
He reminded me of someone. I don't know what, but I swear I know him from somewhere...
My every fault? There are things.. I never want people to know. I almost hope that I am going insane. If so, no one else would see him if he was not real. No one would know what it is that I fear in this world...
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