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[Musicnotes]

Joey went inside and took a left down the hall. "The lab should be riiiight here." He then entered the lab and saw his uncle asleep on the table "Maybe we should come back later."

" yeah let's just let him sleep." Alex said.

 

[Musicnotes]

Jeremy nodded. "He won't touch my wife or my... Do we know it's gender yet?" He asked.

The novice ones were basic training simulations designed to help her learn and control her powers.

"Nope" she answered.

 

[The Wordsmith Myth]

"Nope" she answered.

Jeremy nodded. "Well either way. He'll have to gut through all of us first."

 

[Sammm]

Character sheet:

Hero or villain or neutral: Mainly neutral

name: Zion

Code name: Zi

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Powers/abilities: He has blood compulsion. He can control blood/ blood flow. And he has supernatural speed.


A little bit of a story.


This is a story about, well, how a boy killed his monsters.

A long, long time ago, Zion Maesus, was a young flower, still learning how to bloom, how to thrive, and how to believe. Frankly just trying to stand up without falling. Trying to love.Trying to succeed. Having everything he ever thought he needed. Love. Protection...and innocence.

But when that slowly stops.. when the people who you thought cared, the people who once upon a long time loved you; they started to make him bleed. Then, suddenly, the people who he thought cared were now the big, bad, monsters hiding under his bed every day, waiting to slowly pick out the last strings of humanity he had left, pulling them until he couldn’t breathe anymore!
The air around you becomes poison and your brain is wired in a way where all you think is that the importance of being does not matter. Every day in the morning you wake up and think of a way you can kill yourself, so you won't have to see another day, where you don’t have to ‘ruin everything’ and YOU stop hurting everyone and everything!

But you know what Hurts the most? It’s that-..

He tried to believe the people who he once called Mum and Dad, the ones who taught him how to dream...he tried; began to believe that this, was all a nightmare. Since all the so called “joy’ was drained from his life.
Dreaming was barley those myths they told you. He was merely just a child surviving from the fear of his monsters.

To the outside world he seemed fine, gleaming smiles and painted faces, glass figurines that were perfectly sculptured. But the ‘outside’ also saw the other thing’s. but they stood there; watching…... Watching as the tears were rolling down his face, dropping into the pools of blood that were lingering on the ground, the sheets and stains of red perfection that had pooled onto the white tiles...
Watched and did nothing…
So he realised there was no one here or there for him, nothing left for him. No one who really cares. They all deserved to die in horrifying and twisted ways that no mortal could bear to imagine. He began to think that if he couldn’t thrive no one should.

So that is what he did. Killed his monsters.

Sorry its shit.

 

[Musicnotes]

Jeremy nodded. "Well either way. He'll have to gut through all of us first."

She nods. " yeah I know"

 

[The Wordsmith Myth]

Character sheet:

Hero or villain or neutral: Mainly neutral

name: Zion

Code name: Zi

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:View attachment 538742

Powers/abilities: He has blood compulsion. He can control blood/ blood flow. And he has supernatural speed.


A little bit of a story.


This is a story about, well, how a boy killed his monsters.

A long, long time ago, Zion Maesus, was a young flower, still learning how to bloom, how to thrive, and how to believe. Frankly just trying to stand up without falling. Trying to love.Trying to succeed. Having everything he ever thought he needed. Love. Protection...and innocence.

But when that slowly stops.. when the people who you thought cared, the people who once upon a long time loved you; they started to make him bleed. Then, suddenly, the people who he thought cared were now the big, bad, monsters hiding under his bed every day, waiting to slowly pick out the last strings of humanity he had left, pulling them until he couldn’t breathe anymore!
The air around you becomes poison and your brain is wired in a way where all you think is that the importance of being does not matter. Every day in the morning you wake up and think of a way you can kill yourself, so you won't have to see another day, where you don’t have to ‘ruin everything’ and YOU stop hurting everyone and everything!

But you know what Hurts the most? It’s that-..

He tried to believe the people who he once called Mum and Dad, the ones who taught him how to dream...he tried; began to believe that this, was all a nightmare. Since all the so called “joy’ was drained from his life.
Dreaming was barley those myths they told you. He was merely just a child surviving from the fear of his monsters.

To the outside world he seemed fine, gleaming smiles and painted faces, glass figurines that were perfectly sculptured. But the ‘outside’ also saw the other thing’s. but they stood there; watching…... Watching as the tears were rolling down his face, dropping into the pools of blood that were lingering on the ground, the sheets and stains of red perfection that had pooled onto the white tiles...
Watched and did nothing…
So he realised there was no one here or there for him, nothing left for him. No one who really cares. They all deserved to die in horrifying and twisted ways that no mortal could bear to imagine. He began to think that if he couldn’t thrive no one should.

So that is what he did. Killed his monsters.

Sorry its shit.

(Put on the character sheet thread link on page one)

 

[Musicnotes]

Character sheet:

Hero or villain or neutral: Mainly neutral

name: Zion

Code name: Zi

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:View attachment 538742

Powers/abilities: He has blood compulsion. He can control blood/ blood flow. And he has supernatural speed.


A little bit of a story.


This is a story about, well, how a boy killed his monsters.

A long, long time ago, Zion Maesus, was a young flower, still learning how to bloom, how to thrive, and how to believe. Frankly just trying to stand up without falling. Trying to love.Trying to succeed. Having everything he ever thought he needed. Love. Protection...and innocence.

But when that slowly stops.. when the people who you thought cared, the people who once upon a long time loved you; they started to make him bleed. Then, suddenly, the people who he thought cared were now the big, bad, monsters hiding under his bed every day, waiting to slowly pick out the last strings of humanity he had left, pulling them until he couldn’t breathe anymore!
The air around you becomes poison and your brain is wired in a way where all you think is that the importance of being does not matter. Every day in the morning you wake up and think of a way you can kill yourself, so you won't have to see another day, where you don’t have to ‘ruin everything’ and YOU stop hurting everyone and everything!

But you know what Hurts the most? It’s that-..

He tried to believe the people who he once called Mum and Dad, the ones who taught him how to dream...he tried; began to believe that this, was all a nightmare. Since all the so called “joy’ was drained from his life.
Dreaming was barley those myths they told you. He was merely just a child surviving from the fear of his monsters.

To the outside world he seemed fine, gleaming smiles and painted faces, glass figurines that were perfectly sculptured. But the ‘outside’ also saw the other thing’s. but they stood there; watching…... Watching as the tears were rolling down his face, dropping into the pools of blood that were lingering on the ground, the sheets and stains of red perfection that had pooled onto the white tiles...
Watched and did nothing…
So he realised there was no one here or there for him, nothing left for him. No one who really cares. They all deserved to die in horrifying and twisted ways that no mortal could bear to imagine. He began to think that if he couldn’t thrive no one should.

So that is what he did. Killed his monsters.

Sorry its shit.

(Please post in character thread. Link on first page)

 

[The Wordsmith Myth]

She nods. " yeah I know"

Sam nodded. "I have to rebuild my restaurant again." He said

 

[Musicnotes]

Sam nodded. "I have to rebuild my restaurant again." He said

"Not again." Maddy said entering the room. "Need help rebuilding?"

 

[The Wordsmith Myth]

"Not again." Maddy said entering the room. "Need help rebuilding?"

"Wouldn't hurt but that can wait." He said (Playing D&D)

 

[FoolsErin]

Jeremy nodded. "He won't touch my wife or my... Do we know it's gender yet?" He asked.

The novice ones were basic training simulations designed to help her learn and control her powers.

Abigail selected one specifically for learning her powers.

 

[Musicnotes]

"Wouldn't hurt but that can wait." He said (Playing D&D)

"Okay" she nods

 

[Spider-Venom213]

Mouse immediately gave a blush that turned her as red as the fire hydrant on the corner. “Oh.” She simply said, turning around and pointing in the correct direction. “That way then!”

He ran in that direction(Was outta of state)

 

[The Wordsmith Myth]

Abigail selected one specifically for learning her powers.

A robot appeared.

 

[The Wordsmith Myth]

"Okay" she nods

Sam went to his room

 

[Musicnotes]

Sam went to his room

Oz had carried Ollie to her room. He came back out to the living room. "Maddy wanna spar?" Maddy shrugged. "Sure"

 

[FoolsErin]

He ran in that direction(Was outta of state)

Mouse dashed after Sacred, and Pulse quietly gestured to Link and John to follow as she skated after the two.

A robot appeared.

Abigail took one glance at the robot, and then realized she had no idea how superpowers worked. Do I...focus? Is there some kind of trigger word? Does it just happen?

 

[The Wordsmith Myth]

Mouse dashed after Sacred, and Pulse quietly gestured to Link and John to follow as she skated after the two.



Abigail took one glance at the robot, and then realized she had no idea how superpowers worked. Do I...focus? Is there some kind of trigger word? Does it just happen?

Link followed.

The robot acted like a teacher and began to state different ways she could try to make her powers go

 

[FoolsErin]

Link followed.

The robot acted like a teacher and began to state different ways she could try to make her powers go

(how much darkness is in the room?)

 

[The Wordsmith Myth]

(how much darkness is in the room?)

(Mostly darkness)

 

[FoolsErin]

(Mostly darkness)

(so she'll be able to use her powers to full extend, thanks)

 

[The Wordsmith Myth]

(so she'll be able to use her powers to full extend, thanks)

(Welcome)

 

[FoolsErin]

Link followed.

The robot acted like a teacher and began to state different ways she could try to make her powers go

Abigail jumped a little when the robot first started talking, but didn't stay spooked for too long. This was what happened around here, apparently. She listened in to what the robot had to say.

 

[FoolsErin]

(someone please stop me)

 

[FoolsErin]

(i've put it everywehre)