Curio Name: Hikari Luna and Hikaru Sol, as a singular being they would be referred to as Soluna. The other names being ones that they would end up dubbing themselves.

Curio: A Mirror depicting a sun and moon motif.

Guardian: *working on this*

Item Stage: Sure, but not completely needed.

Starting Stage: Either is fine by me, whichever you would like to draw him as more. I think that given his useless guardian that he will end up needing to take care of that he would be best as being born as a child so he would have the ability to fend for himself to a point.

Gender: Male

Hair: Down to mid-back, half white and half black split evenly down the middle

Eyes: One eye will be a pretty sky blue, the other a deep blood red. They will be slightly slanted to give them an Asian look.

Skin: As with the hair it will be split coloring.

Special Traits:

~ Split Coloring: All of one half of him (skin, hair, nails, etc) will be white and the other half will be black (dark black like Deimos).

~ Mismatched Eyes: The Black half will have the red eye and the white half will have the blue eye.

~ Mismatched Wings: The white colored half can have a little, white wing and the black half have a black wing. The white wing be feathered and the black wing be... either scaly or feathered I will leave the dark wing's appearance up to Enoh.

Clothing Style: To start with nothing special since he will be a little kid, maybe something with color to it to offset the fact that the rest of him, aside from his eyes, is completely black and white? For the moment anything kiddish would be fine, barefoot or maybe wearing one shoe and being lost as to what he did with the other one would be funny.

Personality: *editing this slightly*

Potential Powers/Skills:

~ Flight: Once he gets old enough and his wings are big enough so that he is able to carry his own weight.

~ Minimal/No Sleep Required: Due to his personalities each being awake at separate times of day he will either need no sleep or very minimal sleep and will feel no negative effects from it.

~ Soul Mirror: A power used only when his emotions are running high Soluna would be able to flip someone's personality to its exact opposite for a short amount of time.

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Customize me, Baby!
Curio Name: Ruin
Curio: Darksiders Game CD
Guardian: N/A: Orphe is a fan of not have guardians if and at all possible, there are a few exceptions to the rule but overall I am happy without them. As such, and because he is starting at the later age of teen, Ruin won't have a guardian to look after him... or would it be him looking after his guardian? I somehow think it would take someone special to rein this guy in... /horrible horse pun

Item Stage: Its not terribly important to me if his item stage is drawn since its nothing super special, just a game CD.
Starting Stage: Teen

Gender: Male
Hair: Long, black with a flame glow at the roots.
Eyes: Glowing, flame colored eyes.
Skin: Black with fiery colors and 'cracks' in the skin from his hoofed feet to the knees and from hands to elbows.

Special Traits: Horse ears, tail, hoofed feet, fiery nightmare look, the flame rune markings on his skin like the beast from the game has.

Images of Ruin for Reference: [1][2][3]

Clothing Style: Loin cloth at best, he has no desire to wear clothing in general but due to laws about clothing being kinda... needed in public he wears the absolute least that he can get away with at any given time. Were someone to try to stuff him into something more substantial its likely that he would just burn up it to a cinder...

Personality:

~ Temperamental: Has a hard and unnerving stare, often seen stomping his hoof when irritated over things, prone to fiery (literally and figuratively) outbursts.

~ Silent: When it comes to talking that is, he doesn't seem to do it. Whether he can speak or not is unknown, he just seems to prefer let others do the talking for him. He does making snorting sounds from time to time, will stomp his hooves, click his teeth, his teeth clicking together. While he does everything a normal person can do and more Ruin just seems to lack in the words department.

~ Loyal: If he is able to find someone that he like enough then he will be likely to be zealously loyal, to the point of dealing out violence to keep his chosen person safe from any and all harm no matter the cost to his own, tough body. This powerful and dangerous sort of loyalty only covers a single person, not the friends of this person or even his own companions/friend/acquaintances.

Potential Powers/Skills:

~ Fire Manipulation: The ability to summon, shape, and bend the element to his will. Ruin is a bit of a pyro and will always have a pack of matches on him to play with even if he doesn't necessarily need them since he has the ability to just summon the element. Regardless he likes the scent of sulfur when he lights them. When his temper is running high where he steps there will be burning hoof prints left behind.

~ High Pain Tolerance: Ruin can take a beating and keep on going, its not that hes invincible by any means but he can ignore a lot... not the best of things in some cases as that means he can be wounds quite badly but he will still refuse to quit. He has a tendency of using his fiery powers to cauterize any deep wounds that he might get so he is likely to end up with a lot of scars due to this method of 'treatment'.

~ The Call: A power that would only work were he to find a single person that he is very loyal to. It will work by that particular person being able to call for Ruin who will appear before then in a burst of flame. Without that particular person to call for him the power goes dormant and he cannot jump/teleport from place to place and will have to walk like 'normal' person.

Prompt Response:

Part Two: You're a Halloween themed item. You like the Halloween things. But it's Christmas time now! Oh god what happens?

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There was just something about this holiday that brought out the worst in him, made him twitch all over, made him stomp his feet, hiss, and otherwise look as though he were very put out over everything that was around him. It was... an ugly holiday, wasn't it? It was far to bright outside even though the sun had long since set, not to mention the horrible, eye assaulting colors of all the lights that people just insisted upon putting up on each and every building, block after block after block. He had to keep looking away, down at the ground or up at the sky, rubbing at his eyes with the back of one flame colored hand. The look on his face made along would make one think that mentally Ruin was going through a long, mental string of curse words.

He looked from one side to the other, trying to spot a place that was safe from the atrocious colors of red and green that decorated what seemed like every inch of the street that he was walking down. It would look so much better if it were only red lights, just getting rid of the green bulbs would add so much to the look of the street, especially with all the thick, white snow that was piled up everywhere except for the path that he was walking as it was just melting away under his steps and with good reason, his temper was running higher as he was forced to put up with more of the bright and ugly colors, in turn his body temperature was getting higher, and a bit of flam was spreading with each step he took leaving behind hoof shaped scorch marks in the pavement. The way he was moving along the sidewalk he was more useful then salt for getting rid of the piled up snow... or at least he would be were it not for those hoof prints. Oh well, he couldn't win them all.

As Ruin headed down the walkway in a direction that he hoped against hope would take him out of the brightly colored section of town and to a place his eyes could focus again something truly terribly jumped out at him... it was a man in red, he had a long, thick, white beard, a large jiggling belly. and an almost maniacal look on his face as he shouted something about something, he wasn't to focused on what was being said and instead just seemed startled by the manner in which the fat human approached him, waving at him with one hand and holding out a bucket in the other. His eyes dropped to looking at the bucket, the side of it said something about donations and within it was money... it didn't take a genius to tell what he wanted. Ruin was unamused, he was being accosted by a fat, bearded man who was after his money? Did he not understand how difficult it was for someone like Ruin to get his hands on money? He stomped one hoof and took a lunging step forward to grab the man by the front of his shirt, shaking him like a dog might a rat. While Ruin said nothing his demeanor and his expression said more then enough, he was displeased with the human's bold faced attempts to get his grimy, beggar hands on his cash.

One last shake and the fat man was thrown aside like so much refuse before Ruin knelt down, snagged a handful of the fallen loot, and continued on his way. The man in red seemed to make no move to follow. Instead he just sat there, dazed, with a look of confusion on his face. Obviously it was the first time that he'd been shaken in such a manner because of his job and he made note to never bother the large, dark skinned male again were they to cross paths... something he hoped and prayed never happened.

Ruin set to counting through his pilfered goods, a look of interest on his face. Not bad, more then enough to get himself what he needed in the way of food that was for certain. He made a mental note that the best way to go about money, and a way far easier then working, was taking 'donations' from other people that he met. He gave a grin before continueing on his way out of town, temper still running high until finally, blessedly, he was able to find refuge among the shadows outside of town. It was dark here so his eyes no longer hurt, he felt he could breath easier as well since there was no longer the cloying scents to to many humans pressed together mixing with ginger and peppermint. Not to mention all of that horrible, repetitive, and far to jolly music that was playing in seemingly every building... it was all enough to make him want to punch something or someone... He tossed his head, stomped a hoof, then plopped down on the ground that was already without snow and dried out fairly well from the heat he gave off, leaned back against the thick trunk of the tree he'd hidden himself under, and he let his flame colored eyes sink shut.

While he was fairly content now he would be happy, or at least as happy as Ruin got, once this thrice damned holiday was over. For the time being it was probably a good idea if he avoided town for a while, it would keep him from wanting to punch ever jolly person he came across which, from the looks of it, was every day human around...