A Fable's Protagonists!

[A Guileless Fable]

My brain has went through hell and hot water to give birth to these babies, and I refuse to lose anyone of them!

That is all. Just want to keep them in my memory R.I.P to some who have died due to inactivity.

Plus I kinda wanna know what others think of them, but got too lazy to make individual threads for them >3>​

 

[A Guileless Fable]

Jamie Winfield

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  Name: Jamie Winfield (Female)
  
  
  Nickname: Jay, Chubby, Sumo.
  
  
  Eye Color: Dark Amber
  
  
  Hair Color & Style: Dirty Brown; usually kept down. Any attempt at combing or keeping it contained is non-existant. Rocks the messy look.
  
  
  Skin Tone: Peach
  
  
  Attire: Ironically a red track suit or her school uniform. (Not much diversity)
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  
  Height: 5'6"
  
  
  Occupation: Manga Artist (Fujoshi)
  
  
  Family Members:
  
  
  (All Alive . . . Probably)
  
  
  • Father || Charles Winfield | Doctor
    
  • Mother || Maria Winfield || Nurse
    
  • Older Brother || Julius Winfield || Engineer
    
  
  
  
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  Element: Negativitiy (Elementalist)
  
  
  Weapon: Pencil & Paper (Drawing is the only weapon)
  
  
  Skills:
  
  
  • Need a nude guy? She'll get you him quicker than you can ask yourself," What?".
    
  • Incredible Concentration Abilities.
    
  • Incredible eye for detail.
    
  
  
  Special Ability:
  
  
  • Unbeknownst to her, but when she goes into one of her self-pity sessions, she creates weird creatures filled with her negative energy. Not very good at controlling them, but they usually end up being ginormous and hideous representing her inner thoughts and self.
    
  • Ability to induce a person worsed fear, extreme hate, violent nature, and or despair.
    
  • She can make stuff out of negativity. (Pen and paper, here she comes)
    
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Being an overweight neet, they definitely have their quirks. Jamie is the embodiment of cheerfulness with a hint of apatheticness and a bunch of laziness all put in one. You could say that her entire personality is a contradiction as even though she considers herself to be a lazy binge eater she is hardworking and dedicated to writing and drawing manga. A genius at keeping cool, she tends to be apathetic to others since it's easier to deal with problems when they arise as oppose to feeling them. She tries to be optimistic, but it is clear that she is a full blown pessimist never truly seeing the good in any situation. However, despite this over negative side, she does see the good in people which is why she still befriends them instead of locking herself up in her room all day. Despite her go with the flow attitude and her appearance, she is surprisingly smart and very detailed when it comes to school and drawing.
  
  
  Due to having such a harsh past, she is not very trusting towards others, but fake till ya make is her motto. SO if she in a situation where she has to work together with other people, she'll wanna do it all herself and if not possible than "Fake it". How she's lived up so far, and it’s how it's going to stay. Jamie also had a bad habit of keeping everything inside her, in some little space in the back of her head that gives off these pessimistic feelings of her. Her cure for this, eating. She binge eats to get rid of her negative thoughts although it does nothing more than suppresses it. This then leads up to her having some episode which she pity herself to no end, finding fault in the world and herself. Prone to unconscious jealously and hate towards "normal" and "slim" people.
  
  
  
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  • Has an inferiority complex towards her entire family.
    
  • Often compared to her older brother, and is excommunicated from the family.
    
  • Manga and Eating is a way for her to escape the truth.
    
  • Prone to Panic Attacks.
    
  • As apparent as this may seem, she does no form of physical activity. (F- in gym, becuse they couldn't giver her a lower grade . . . If only a Z were possible. )
    
  
  
  

 
Jonah White

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  Name: Jonah White (Male)
  
  
  Nickname: Noah or Joey works perfectly well.
  
  
  Eye Color: Crimson
  
  
  Hair Color & Style: Some sorta hazel or light brown. Usually keeps a nice clean cut, but sometimes lets it grow out for hair flipping effect.
  
  
  Skin Tone: Peach
  
  
  Attire: Proud of his body, he tends to wear revealing clothes that rarely covers his midriff. Clothing consist of a vest, striped dress shirt with a diamond in the middle (Didn't come like that, trust me. His handy work.), black jeans, and a tight undergarment underneath. This is the closest to him hiding his body, most of the time he doesn't wear a shirt, but due to his companion's he's forced to put one on . . .
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
  Height: 5'9"
  
  
  Occupation: University Student//Researcher
  
  
  Family Members:
  
  
  (All the wrong people are living)
  
  
  -♥ Jonah
  
  
  • Father || Kevin White | CEO of a Computer Company || Living
    
  • Mother || Lucia White || Prostitute & Hustler || Living
    
  • Younger Brother || Austin White || Deceased
    
  
  
  
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  Element: Nether (Arsenalist)
  
  
  Weapon: While his comrades tend to use such primitive weapons like swords and "brass knuckles" to fight, Jonah has a little more class and uses a nighthawk custom 1911 with attachable custom made silencer. The perks of having money.
  
  
  Skills:
  
  
  • Expert Marksmanship
    
  • Calligraphy (surprisingly)
    
  • Disposing of his shirt in less than 2 seconds.
    
  
  
  Special Ability:
  
  
  • His ability deal with the spiritual energy the seeps from hell and the living, so he is capable of using necromancy, animating dead corpses or ghosts. (Neat way to talk to his little brother)
    
  • Can dabble with darkness by making weapons from then when necessary.
    
  • He can transfer death into something or someone through the forces of Nether lowering their life span even causing disease or internal rotting if to much if left in the body. Physical contact is necessary.
    
  • Teleportation, via shadows.
    
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  There's always that one smiley face within the pool of sad faces, in this case Jonah is that one eccentric person in a group of grumpy people. An optimist through and through, he enjoys finding the good in things, even when there not much to find. Eccentric and childish, Jonah has a sharp mind being the top student at his university as well as a candidate of taking his father role in his self made company. Depression is not one for Jonah as being depressed take to much effort since one has to maintain an appearance of being said, not laugh and funny jokes, and just be gloomy. As colorful as he is, he isn't allowed to be depressed and prefer laughing instead of crying. However, Depression and sadness is not the same as being incredibly pissed or angry, which can occur easily but not very often. When angry he becomes rather volatile with a permanent smile on his face and a weapon in his hand.
  
  
  There are also times when he becomes cold and calculating and down right weird. Seeing life as a game, he dislikes losing and put forth all his efforts into winning for his team like the villains he had seen as a child. Over friendly, touchy, and maniacal are also words to describe his behavior. Lastly, he has an Oscar Award in acting, if he decided to act professionally, fooling many people. His whole life was an act, so it not big shock to him that he can do it even in his sleep. Having to make people happy was something he was forced to do as a child and even as an adult, but now he's free to do as he wishes . . . so let's play.
  
  
  
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  • Dislikes his parents greatly referring to his mother as a whore and his father a machine whenever they meet alone together.
    
  • Only reason for joining the Arsenalist is because he found being the good guy too boring. As a child he watched many cartoons and movies involving super heroes and villains. All of them had the same "Good always triumph over evil" theme which he had failed to understand. Why does the good guy always win when the villains put more effort and thought than they do. The only thing on their mind was defeating the villain while the villains has to strategically plan out how they were going to rule the world and defeat the heroes.
    
  • Has a glasses fetish.
    
  • Deeply loved his brother before his death at the hands of his parents, which is why he has such a great hate of them.
    
  • Has Narcissistic tendencies.
    
  • Has a coffin with his brother preserved body in his room. (Don't tell anyone.)
    
  
  
  

 
Christa Vanderbelt

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  Name: Christa Vanderbelt
  
  
  Nickname: Chrissy
  
  
  Eye Color: Light Purple
  
  
  Hair Color & Style: Long ebony hair that normally styled down with bows wrapping around a bundle of hair, one on each side of her head.
  
  
  Skin Tone: Pale
  
  
  Attire: Consists of an all blue white collared sweater and a navy blue skirt.
  
  
  Age: 8
  
  
  Height: 3'7"
  
  
  Occupation: Elementary Schooler
  
  
  Family Members:
  
  
  • Father || John Vanderbelt|| Office Worker || Living
    
  • Mother || Chise Vanderbelt || Office Manager || Living
    
  
  
  
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  Element: Nature (Elementalist)
  
  
  Weapon: N/A
  
  
  Skills:
  
  
  • Folding Origami
    
  • Cooking
    
  • Cleaning
    
  • Reading
    
  
  
  Special Abilities:
  
  
  • Her main ability is to control plants in any manner. This includes increasing it's size and growth rates, but not changing the plant itself. She cannot give the plants any attributes that it was not created with so a red oak tree cannot create poison out of the blue. However, she can change the strength and flexibility to fit her needs, and for plants that contain poison, increase toxicity.
    
  • She is able to firmly understand the ecosystem of any biome. This includes the plants and animals that live in the surrounding. While she can hear the voices of the plants all around her, an animal must be in the vicinity in order for her to properly communicate with it.
    
  • She can send messages through plants through a series of vibrations that can be heard as words, but is hard to understand at times since the tree has no vocal chords.
    
  • Has the capability of fusing with surrounding plants, but once fused any damage the plant sustains she also gets.
    
  • Feels the emotions of the forests/ecosystems, and become greatly ill if the ecosystem has been polluted or happy if the ecosystem is in mint condition. Changes her mood drastically. (You think a woman during menopause is bad >_>)
    
  • Can create constructs from plants, and is capable of controlling the toughness although this is very limited to her being only a child.
    
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Christa is a innocent and happy young girl with a surprisingly mature side to her. She is really understanding of those around her, often times being hurt trying to understand someone else. She tries her best to act selfless and do things by herself thinking that she'll be a burden to others. That's one of her most noticeable traits, she doesn't like to burden other people with her problems. Christa tries to be independent, and most of the times she succeed with many people thinking highly of her because of her behaviors. Sadly, many people fail to realize that although she behaves like an adult she is still a child, so many expectation on put upon her. She doesn't like making mistakes, because it shows that she is still incapable of doing something. You could say she is a perfection at what she does, but is willing to work with other people.
  
  
  
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  • She lived in a cheery house at first with two loving parents, but after her parent's promotion they started growing further apart. They spent less and less time at home and more time at work, leaving her at home alone by herself most of the time. This happened when she was around, and so in order to not worry her parents she learned how to take care of herself at a young age.
    
  • Has a stuffed backpack bunny half her size that she never leaves without. She names it Bonbon.
    
  • Has a fear of lightening storms.
    
  • There was an accident at school which left a scar on her shoulder which needed 4 stitches. She wears long sleeve shirts in order to hide it from others.
    
  • Avoids being childish in front of other people.
    
  
  
  

 
Rosary Ruth Hearth

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  Name: Rosary Ruth Hearth
  
  
  Age: 18
  
  
  Height (in Feet): 5'4"
  
  
  Attire currently wearing: If being nudist wasn't against the law than she would never have to wear clothing, but thanks to her wondrous society she wears a white jeans, black converses, and a rainbow jacket with the words "End the Unicorn's" written in lovely cursive with a unicorn picture with x's for eyes.
  
  
  Occupation(s): Pastry Chef at a small popular cafe.
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  • Heights
    
  • Baking
    
  • Animals
    
  • Reading
    
  • Colors
    
  • Rainbows
    
  • Randomness (Entropy)
    
  
  
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  • Night Times
    
  • Math
    
  • Depressing Colors
    
  • Normality
    
  • Being Alone
    
  • Silence
    
  • Computers
    
  
  
  Personality Traits:
  
  
  • Mentally Unstable
    
  • Cheerful
    
  • Friendly
    
  • Easily Distracted
    
  • Compulsive Liar
    
  • Prankster
    
  • Easy to Anger
    
  • Resourceful
    
  • Creative
    
  
  
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  • Her parents rarely gave her any attention, choosing to love their internet child instead of her. Her weirdness began when she tried to get them to pay attention to her, seeing as only when she did weird and strange thing did they look at her.
    
  • She has a strong hate of Unicorns for some unknown reason.
    
  • For some reason she has an photographic memory, allowing her to remember everything she's done from the time she could remember what anything was.
    
  • Tends to mix her imagination with reality and has trouble differentiating the two.
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  Magical Powers/Weapon Skill(s):
  
  
  • Imagination Manipulation: This ability allows me to use my imagination in order to create tangible items by imagining them.
    
  
  
  Weaknesses/ Limitations:
  
  
  • Using her Imagination Manipulation ability takes both a great deal of focus and knowledge, as if she were to create something with only the image of it without knowing the mechanics behind the tool, the image itself will appear, but it will not function. In order to gain the proper ability of each item created, the mechanics behind the object must be known. Example being that if she were to create a gun without any knowledge of a gun other than the shape, the gun appearance will take form, but it will be no better than a toy gun.
    
  • Most item made with this ability has a limited amount of time before it evaporates and disappears. Depending on how much details she knows about said item, they can stay materialized for as long as she wills it (must have complete knowledge of item mechanic and structure), days, hours, or minutes.
    
  • When asleep, she cannot control her imagination, and sometime when she wakes up her room is torn up and a mess. This can also hurt her if for some reason she imagines herself dying, and could easily die just from thinking it. (Happy thoughts)
    
  • Imagination Manipulation deals great amount of damage to the user mental health, and overuse can result in permanent brain damage or even death.
    
  
  
  
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  Pumpkin, Pot, & Pie
  
  
  
  
  
  Name: Starting from Left to Right: Pumpkin, Pot, and Pie.
  
  
  Age: Who knows.
  
  
  Personality: Three heads, three personalities, messed up life.
  
  
  Background:
  
  
  "It was a dark and stormy night. Their mother was giving birth to a baby boy, if this was successful this would be her 3rd son born in the year IVIX. She was experiencing more birthing pain than usual, her stomach on the verge of splitting as she pushed out the child in her womb. The nursemaid gasped at the sight, the baby was born with three hands, or so she thought but in fact it was just she mistook her gigantic thumb as his hand. The nursemaid was killed for wrongly accusing the child of being a witch and was lynched. Although, he did have some deformity. It was the fact that he had both a woman's and a man's organ inside of him. Maybe him being a witch/demon was not a far fetched after all. When his father found out he tried to murder the baby, but then a rainbow was born from a magical unicorn that took the boy away and trained him to become a world renown musician. And that's how Lady Gaga came to be. "
  
  
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  "Oh you guys thought this was about Pumpkin Pot Pie? Oh, I don't know how they were born. I can only imagine that their were two males one female and and lots and lots of floaty white things aiming for that egg."
  
  
  

 
Julian Lanchester

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  Name: Weiner Van Halser Vak Bergenstein or if we gotta be technical it's Julian Lanchester.
  
  
  Age (15-18): 16
  
  
  Gender: Ehhh, that's a toughy, but pretty sure my birth certificate said Male . . . I ain't arguing with that info.
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: We like what we like! I just get the best of both world. (Bisexual)
  
  
  Year (Sophomore or Junior): Sophomore
  
  
  Previous life : Was like a cool ass warlord or something. I know I was . . . I couldn't have been like . . . not awesome. Just not in the DNA man!
  
  
  
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  Powers: I was born with this super cool ability that let me see life like a videogame. Cool right? I know, because it's coming from me. So basically life is a game that contains levels and when I fight a level up and gain items and so on and so forth. I also can gain abilities and so on and so forth in that matter. Also was born with this ability to control shoe laces or whatever passes through my shoelace hole.
  
  
  Weaknesses/ Limitations:
  
  
  • Like all videogames, can't do diddly squat without having leveled up. Also when I level up, it takes a hella long time for me to reach the next one so yeah, it takes alot of work.
    
  • I can control shoelaces, enough said right there.
    
  • I have Limitors just any game does, also gotta follow rules. If I break them I get suspended or an Item loss or something along those lines. For some reason there is a set of rules installed in my brain and whenever I break them I get a warning and then I get suspended. Once suspended I can't use my power for a certain amount of times. Sometimes it days, then there weeks, and then there months in which I become a full-blown otaku and don't leave my room.
    
  • Gain weaknesses depending on new abilities.
    
  • Sometimes I lose control and lose myself in this ability, in which I can lose my sanity and humanity (I rhymed. I'm awesome!)
    
  
  
  Personality: Julian is a very comedic person, preferring a good laugh over anything else. Many don't take him seriously due this his goofy personality and his weirdness, as many people call it. He considers himself nice to everyone although most of the time they judge him base on his go-lucky-personality. The mix-matched colored kid goes through random mood swings ranging from being happy to bawling out crying and soon enough happy again. Rarely allows himself to be mad, prefer to keep that to himself, but can be annoyed by others although it is not the same as him being angry. Julian's bluntly honest making many angry with his tactless honesty believing that he rather piss someone off with the truth then keep them ignorant with lies. Doesn't help him nor does it help the other person, so being truthful is the best for him. Doesn't get serious often, but when he does, one can swear that they were seeing another person in the guise of "Julian Lanchester". Most noticeable trait is that he's just a full blown weirdo if you haven't guessed and has this weird ability to make people think he's an idiot when in actuality he's pretty intelligent.
  
  
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  • Comedy
    
  • Food
    
  • Bloomers (Don't you judge me)
    
  • Anime/Manga
    
  • Cooking (Cause food involved)
    
  • Donkeys (Have you not seen one of those beauties!)
    
  • Games
    
  • Being Outside
    
  • Music
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Donkeys (Have you seen those asses! Get it ass? Because they're asses? Not funny? Okay I'll go die now)
    
  • Spicy Foods (Don't sit well with my stomach)
    
  • Pops (I'll kill him one day for sure.)
    
  • Unicorns (Those things are freaking evil!)
    
  • Heights
    
  • Big Chested Women (What do you need them for! Smalls good too!)
    
  • Briefs (The enemy to all good underwear lovers!)
    
  
  
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  • Enclosed Spaces (Claustrophobic)
    
  • Scary Stories ( I have this vivid imagination and my mind goes wild, so I would prefer to strangle unicorns than imagine one of your sick and twisted creepypasta characters!)
    
  • Losing his brother.
    
  
  
  
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  Bio:Born two a rather large and unique family consisting of both parents, a younger brother, and an older sister, Julian had a rather enjoyable life. His family was normal, well not normal, extraordinary really. His father was a famed martial artist known for his actions in the military while his mother was known for her renowned beauty and magical abilities. His older sister became known for being a top notch police officer, and well he was known for breaking world records at videogames he played. Wasn't much, but that was what he enjoyed and he was undoubtedly skilled at what he does. His little brother wasn't born with anything special about him, which is why his father shunned him. To be honest, his father didn't like those without outstanding "useful" abilities, and gaming really wasn't a "useful" ability in his eyes so they would often confront one another about it. Eventually, Julian agreed to train under him so he'd stop complaining about it as well as stop ignoring Charles.
  
  
  It worked out for quite some time, and they lived together in harmony as his father kept to the agreement and stop with his "perfect" family vision. He even began playing with Charles and games with them both making him feel more at peace with one another. However it all changed when the fire n. . . when Julian came back from one of the many game competitions he was scheduled to participate in. As he entered the house, he could hear the sound of what he had thought to be water dripping, and soon a cry for help which sounded like his little brother. Quickly, Julian entered the room to see his father holding Charles by his neck and slowly strangling him. There was no time to think as Julian rushed up on him, causing him to release his now unconscious brother. From that point a fight ensued leaving Julian greatly wounded with his father having lost an eye.
  
  
  His father gave a faint laugh before leaving saying these words," If you were stronger you could've protected them". With that he left, Julian now having lost his consciousness. When he awoke, he found out what had happened. His mother and sister were mutilated beyond recognition, and there was evidence that they put up a fight although it was apparently all in vain. Julian cried, but still had hope that Charles was okay, but the doctor didn't want to tell him, only asking if he wanted to see him. Of course he did, and so he went tot eh room his brother was held captive and what he saw hurt him. His cheerful brother was reduced to a lifeless zombie, his brilliant smile was no more, and those beautiful eyes were dulled. When Julian entered, Charles began screaming frantically flailing his arms around. From that point on he swore to take revenge on his father and bring back the brother he had known and love.
  
  
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  Spoiler

  He doesn't like talking about his parents. His father was a famed martial artist and deeply loved his family (Most of them anyway), or so Julian thought. One day he went balistic and killed his mother, sister, and almost his little brother if he didn't intervened in time. He has a scar on back from the clash, and now his brother suffer from panic attack and schizophrenia. His brother hasn't smiled in years which is why he highly values comedy over all else, wanting nothing more than to kill his pop and make his brother smile again.
  
  
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  Writing Sample: Walking up towards the gigantic building, Julian took the lollipop out of his mouth, the design of the building gaining the boy's full attention. A light shone in his purple iris as he commanded within his mind, Analyze. Soon a blue window popped open, showing the building's name as well as other information such as a quick summary of the school building that he immediately dismissed. Didn't feel like learning at the moment, he was going to learn about it at orientation or whatever anyways.
  
  
  "Picture looks way better than this. False advertising really gets ya a long way." he mumbled, his cherry blow pop still resting in his hand away from the tongue that awaited for it's return. Well, even if it did look like this, it was still quite a site to behold and quite welcoming to. He had to admit that this was pretty nice. Okay, well better than nice it was freaking amazing. The school sparkled in the sunlight, the windows shined brilliantly as if angels had blessed the glass with their holy light. Stepping closer to the entrance, a smile graced his lips before turning into an idiotic grin. Julian could no longer surpress his excitement feeling like a bomb ready to go off. Finally, he was here! After that long journey to get here he was filled with nothing but joy wondering what wonders did this beauty hold. Even more concerned as to why he was being so poetic with this build. He didn't know and he sure didn't care as he marched his way into the building, his luggage in tow. Today was gonna be a great day. . . for him anyway.
  
  
  

 
Talia

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  Name: Talia
  
  
  Age (15-18): 18
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Asexual
  
  
  Year: Junior
  
  
  Previous life: N/A
  
  
  
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  Powers:
  
  
  1. Transformation: I have two known transformations. One is my toy form in which I revert back into a small unicorn plushie with a disfigured black horn and mangled hooves that resemble claws. My second form is a monstrous unicorn that, similar to my toy form, have a larger black pink ringed horn and with noticeabley large claws.
     
  2. Imagination Manipulation: This ability allows me to use my imagination in order to create tangible items by imagining them.
     
  
  
  Weaknesses/ Limitations:
  
  
  • Having originally been born from a toy and her owner's imagination, transforming continuosly causes her to lose the ability to transform back into her "human" state. There is a limiter on her body that limits her to 3 Beast transformations per day, but an infinite transformation to her "original" stuffed unicorn form.
    
  • Using her Imagination Manipulation ability takes both a great deal of focus and knowledge, as if she were to create something with only the image of it without knowing the mechanics behind the tool, the image itself will appear, but it will not function. In order to gain the proper ability of each item created, the mechanics behind the object must be known. Example being that if she were to create a gun without any knowledge of a gun other than the shape, the gun appearance will take form, but it will be no better than any toy gun.
    
  • Most item made with her 2nd ability has a limited amount of time before it evaporates and disappears. Depending on how much details she knows about said item, they can stay materialized for as long as she wills it (must have complete knowledge of item mechanic and structure), days, hours, or minutes.
    
  • When asleep, she cannot control her imagination, and sometime when she wakes up her room is torn up and a mess. This can also hurt her if for some reason she imagines herself dying, and could easily die just from thinking it. (Happy thoughts)
    
  • Both put great stress on the user as Transformation does considerable damage on her physical form, while Imagination Manipulation deals great amount of damage to the user mental health.
    
  
  
  Personality: Talia is extremely smart, as she studies incredibly hard in order to understand the mechanic of many items in order to be able to use her Imagination Manipulation ability. She is quiet and bashful girl, and has a complex about her size seeing as she can't fit through most doors within the school building. She is a gentle giant that gives help whenever she possibly can. Sadly, she is very sensitive as well as the event in her life up until now causes her to cry easily. Although she is seen as a model student, Talia can be extremely cold to others having originally been a being without emotions. This occurs randomly depending on her mood, but it is extremely rare.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  • Animals
    
  • Plants
    
  • Reading
    
  • Studying
    
  • Glasses (Has a glasses fetish thanks to Leo)
    
  • Making friends
    
  
  
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  • Herself
    
  • Rain (Converts back into doll when rained on)
    
  • Her size
    
  • Fighting
    
  • Rude People
    
  • Bullies
    
  
  
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  • Being stabbed in the heart.
    
  • Water
    
  • Losing someone important
    
  
  
  
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  Bio:A life created with no heart, brain, nor a soul. Just stuffing, thread, and cloth is what made the disfigured unicorn doll without a name. Having no soul at the time, the unicorn doll had little to no memory about her creation although now she could guess who and what made her. After being manufactured by one of the many toy companies, she was given as a playmate to a newborn baby boy named Leo. While most children would shy away from an ugly doll such as herself, this child loved her with all his heart, even if he didn't know what love was at the time. As time went by and he grew older, the love that he had directed towards the doll began giving the toy self-awareness. Slowly, but surely, the toy was beginning to understand the things happening around it, finding out that her name was Talia (Name given to her by Leo). Although, she couldn't communicate with her owner, she enjoyed the time they spent together playing whatever silly thing Leo had planned out for the day. The two were inseparable, and the more affection Leo felt for her, the more aware she became.
  
  
  Eventually, she had the ability to speak to him which, to her surprise, he found quite amazing opposed to being shocked by his toy talking to him. With this new discovery, Leo showed his parent Talia, telling them that the doll could speak like a normal person could. Both of them thought it was nothing but the imagination of their little boy, however, when commanded to speak Talia greeted them with a simple hello. This caused an uproar, as Leo's father grabbed her from his hand and began stabbing it with his fork before tossing it outside. It didn't hurt her or anything, but it was extremely lonely being out there in the cold with only the sounds of frantic people rushing through the house yelling "exorcism" and "priest". She didn't really understand that bit, and didn't really care. All she wanted was to be together with Leo, and was more than happy and a little sad to see a crying Leo pulling her out of the trashcan. He snuck her back into the house, having brought together all her stuffing, a sowing needle, and thread he attempted to fix her up.
  
  
  It wasn't the best, but it would have to do. From that point on, Leo kept the fact that he still had Talia a secret since his parent bought him a new toy the next day for him to play with. As life continued on, Talia began to move, amazing her owner even more than before. This allowed them to play a more diverse set of games like tag and hiding go seek. One day, the two were stargazing where Leo had seen a falling star and made a wish for Talia to become human, much to her surprise. That night, when the boy went to sleep, Talia, wanting to make Leo happy, also made a wish to become human. The next morning, she woke up due to the heaviness she felt on her chest, which was odd as she never felt anything before. When she looked up, she saw an excited Leo laying on top of her body with a big grin on his face.
  
  
  "My wish came true!" he had told her, confusing the disgruntled toy. His wish? She thought until she saw herself. Gigantic metallic claws made up her hand while a horn decorated her forehead, and her skin took the color of her fur, a pure white. It seems that he wish had indeed come true, not exactly as he had asked for it since she was way bigger than an average human (6.5 ft tall) and her hands and horn were something humans didn't have. Well, as long as Leo was happy with it she didn't really care. So they stayed with each other doing all sorts of crazy stuff together when his parents weren't at home. They eventually began to love one another more than friends and started a relationship. This all ended in tragedy when Leo, suddenly fainted and died from an unknown illness. Heartbroken, Talia stole his heart (literally) placing it inside of herself, and integrating it into her body. Even in death the two would be together, he would live on through her. She'd live the life that Leo was unable too.
  
  
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  It turns out that the reason for Leo death was because of her. In order for her body to become stable, she needs to constantly feed off other life energy. She hates herself for this and is the main reason why she refuses to love anyone due to the fact she may end up killing them in the future. Also has a pair of large stitches on her stomach when leo father had stabbed her with his fork.
  
  
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  Other: She wears a variety of animal themed costumes which covers her entire body. It has been seen that her body has a negative reaction towards people so she prefers to keep it hidden underneath the suite.
  
  
  
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  There was only one way to describe freshman year and that was Hell. The hallways were small and incredibly cramped allowing for no comfortable movement. Glares came at her from all direction when walking to class, mostly due to her wearing animal suits. And teachers were scary, always scolding her for coming to class in a, as they would say, ridiculous outfit. Talia was surprised she even made it through a day let alone a year of the hellish torment. She remembered the first time she had entered through the loving entrance of the building, her shyness quickly overtaking her. It was her first time ever coming to a learning institution or "school", but what scared her the most was the unusually large population size. There were thousands of kids that went here, all normal humans with normal hands and feet without a horn protruding from their heads. How was she going to fit in in such a place? The thought scared her causing her to rethink her decision of coming to this school. However, the beating of her heart reminded her why she even applied for this school.
  
  
  Placing her hand over her chest, she smiled whispering from her bunny suit," You want to be here don't you?" It answered with a loud thump reassuring Talia that this was indeed the right choice. Taking another deep breath, she marched down the entrance, hoping to survive the day. Now here she was, her face beet red from remembering the embarrassing thing she had done. The humiliation killed her, as she shoved her face into the paws of her bear suit thinking," I can't believe I did that!"
  
  
  

 

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• Basic Information
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• Biography & History
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  Full Name: Lemia Delphine
  
  
  Nickname: Clan Head, Lemmy
  
  
  Age: 33 years in human years || 3 years in Lapin years
  
  
  Astrological Sign: Virgo
  
  
  Species: Beastman; Lapin Clan
  
  
  
  
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  • From foot to ear she is exactly 4 foot 3 inches tall. She is an anthropomorphic rabbit, her fur is pure white except for the yellow and blue marking on her face and hind legs that symbolizes her position as the Lapin Clan Leader. She find human clothes hot and bulky and therefore she tends to where the minimal amount, her usual attire being that cloak made out of a blue fabric decorated with her clan's symbol and an armband created with rare gemstones produced by her clansman with an embroidered sun in the blue fabric tied together with a orange ribbon.
    
  
  
  
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  Short History:
  
  Her first memory was of the color red. Her mother was a wandering Lapin who had left her clan to be with her father the son of the head leader of the rival clan. Love between the two should have never been, but there was, and so the two eloped together despite their clan’s disapproval of the other. Their union gave birth to Lemia and her brothers Jonah, Lefarious, and Dakota. The four were loved by their parents greatly, but this love was something that was not meant to be. After the first week of a Lapin's life they are able to speak, the second week they are capable of eating solid foods, and the third week they are able to stand. The third week is also when they are able to remember key things such as location of hunting grounds and which fruit are edible and which are not. On their third week, Lemia was with her mother who was teaching her how to weave clothes out of the various material found in the forest, while her father took her brothers out on their first hunt.
  
  
  Lemia, however, did not want to participate in clothes making. No, she wanted to go out hunting with her father and brothers finding hunting to be a more exciting task than picking gems from the ground and stringing them together. Her mother told her it was a female Lapin's duty to care for the homes of their husband while the men go out and hunt, she called it tradition. Why must we have such a tradition she would ask constantly, her mother giving her no valid answer. So that day they finished making a cloak for her brother Lefarious, the oldest of them. It was said that the older male of the Kits would become the next head of the family. By the time they were finished it was late in the evening, her father and brother had still not returned from their hunt in the forest. As time continued to flow, her mother began to worry for their safety in which Lemia decided to go find them. Her mother disapproved of her leaving the burrow, but she assured her that she'd be able to find them with their scent alone. After having hunted for this long, their scent was bound to be strong making them much easier to find.
  
  
  She reluctantly allowed her daughter to leave unaware that this would be the last time she would see her children or husband ever again. Lemia sniffed the air, and as she had thought, their scent was strong. There was something else in the wind, another scent she had not yet smelled before. It was accompanied by a sour smell and the smell of blood, something she smelt and seen for the first time this week. She had cut herself on a broken tree branch, her mother tending to her wound called it Blood. She remembered how thick it was, how it stuck to her hand when dried, and the metallic smell it had to it. There was no reason for her fascination of the liquid, but the thought of it being the one thing that connected her family like it was the string connecting a set of gems interested her. From that point on she saw as a good thing, but she would soon discover that it was wrong.
  
  
  When she found them, they were all covered in that red she had come to like so much. So much in fact that they no longer had their skin, only the pink muscles that covered her body. A sudden urge to flee came over her, what was going on? She couldn't smell who was her, blood filling her nose messing with her senses. She could see that there were two pink things with their organs sprawled across the floor, and Lefarious was struggling in the hands of an idiotic looking creature. It had very tiny pieces of fur, so small that you'd have to squint just to see it although their heads were full of it. They were much larger than they were and they wore the dreadful clothes she hated in large amounts. There were three of them, one of them holding . . . the skin her fallen family. The bulky one held a steel object, placing it on her brother’s arm and slamming it down lopping the thing off.
  
  
  All that could be heard was a loud blood curdling cry, tears filling the young Lapin's eyes as she stood awestruck at the sight of her brother flailing body, blood spraying all across the floor. Lemia couldn't move, fear had grounded her to that spot. What? Her body wanted to move, but her mind kept her still forcing her to watch what was next to come. The metal object he had aimed for his neck and with one quick swing he had decapitated him, his head rolling in her direction hold an expression of complete despair. She was at a loss of what to do, her eyes focused on the animals that began skinning her brother's lifeless body. Lemia could hear them conversing with one another in a foreign language that she had no understanding of, but there was one word she did understand. Female. Them saying Female Lapin was enough to get her running to her mother. She told herself that she's be fine in that burrow, she was a good hider and they wouldn't find her. She was wrong.
  
  
  When she finally made it there it was to late, her mother was already done for. Those monsters weren't there, but her corpse laid naked near the entrance of the burrow. After that everything was a blur in her life, she knew nothing of the world outside of the forest. She ventured out and discovered that those things that skinned her family were called humans, as one would expect she attacked the first one she saw to no prevail. She was sent to a sorta pet shop and was sold to some sadistic human to be used as a weapon in an underground arena which he hosted daily. She learned everything she needed to learn from the language, the currency, and the art of killing. She was unaware of how she made it out alive, but she somehow did. When she turned one (lapin years) she had become the man's favorite pet. He gave her privileges that he gave no other giving her "money" in order to keep her. The man had failed to realize that she didn't care for such things, but she knew all too well that money was necessary in order to leave so she stayed with him for another 5 months before escaping.
  
  
  Afterwards, she spent a few more months living in human society understanding the race better. She learned that they saw beastmen as overgrown pets and finally learned why those humans killed her family. Lapin pelts were high quality material, and on the black market they could be sold for a high prices. From that point she had deemed human as vicious being, but after encountering a few good ones on her journey her opinion changed a little. She journeyed back to her home in the forest which she was born, and once there she found her father Lapin clan who had refused to accept her. This changed when she won against the current clan leader and took over his position. It's been a year now and she living peacefully in her home, but there are times where she journeys to the outside world.
  
  
  
  
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Talia & Julius Nightingale

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• Daemon Information
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  Name: Talia Nightingale
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 25
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Talia is a cheerful woman with a very sharp mind, although she doesn't show it off very much. She is very kind towards people no matter the label society puts on them, homeless, assholes, rich people, she treats them all equally. She is very wise for her age having experienced a little more as a child than most people do, but there are time where she can be ditzy and forgetful. Although she may seem laid back, she doesn't hold back when she sees an injustice occurring and tends to scold those for doing wrong around her. As you might've guessed she tries to be honest, but sometimes she can't even help but lie when it's necessary. She seems to have no faults, but with all good there is some bad mixed within. Having been a Yankee in her younger days, she has some violent tendency when she is angry, normally breaking things that she can get her hands on. When angry, she happens to have a potty mouth, but overall she is a relatively happy person . . . on the outside. She get very emotional at night crying for no apparent reason, remembering all that she had that is now all gone. No one knows this side of her, and very seldom does she allow other to see it even acting cold and harshly to hide her instability.
  
  
  Within her body, there something that she keeps dormant inside her that even she is unaware. A desire that she unconsciously seals within herself, something that want to surface but never get the chance to. This desire of hers eats away at her being sometimes putting her in a violent rage, or on a search for something.
  
  
  Biography:
  
  
  Talia was born as an only child to a middle class family. Her parents loved her dearly like any parents would love their child perhaps even more than a normal couple would. They didn't spoil her much surprisingly, teaching her things were better in moderate amounts. Being the only child, she never felt lonely or helpless since her parents always pushed her forward telling her to be the best that she could be. They didn't as much of her other than to be a good kid and try to make good grades, but Talia felt as if she needed to repay them in full. So she became an excellent student, athletic, and even a good cook to help her mother out. Her life was fairly easy, and she never felt as if she needed to prove something to anyone or anything. Her only wish was for life to stay the way it was, but apparently that was too much to ask for when her father died in a car accident her first year of middle school.
  
  
  She and her mother were heartbroken, her mother trying her best to keep to her regular routine while Talia had a taken a turn for the worst. With her dad being gone, she had lost one of her major motivators in life and felt worthless and pathetic. At that time she started hanging out with a bad crowd, joining a girl gang and causing havoc in the city. Her mother tried stopping her, but Talia was to gone to listen and often lashed out at her verbally. This went on throughout her whole middle school career even having to take remedial classes in order to graduate. All of this changed when her mother collapsed one morning and rushed to the hospital. It turns out that it was due to all the stress she was building up after the loss of her husband and Talia herself. From that day forward, she decided to behave herself and do better in school like she had done before.
  
  
  It was smooth sailing from there on, building a better relationship with her mother and graduated high school as valedictorian. Along the way she met the man of her dreams named Satoshi and married him upon entering the university at 18. They spent most of the time together, and eventually conceived a child after graduating the university, however, the baby died after birth being born without a developed heart. This left them both devastated, Talia refusing to eat or drink sleeping in her bed all day. Satoshi tried to comfort her, but nothing he said helped and eventually he gave up and started flirting with women from his day job. Soon he asked for a divorce which she agreed to not wanting him to be held back by her own selfishness.
  
  
  After the divorce, she went to rehab to better herself, spending countless hours with her mother and therapist to help get through this crisis. It took 2 years before she was finally able to live normally, finding a job at a quaint little coffee shop near her home. Then one day, while walking home from work she saw a little boy standing in the rain searching for something or someone. Feeling empathetic towards him she asked him where his parents were, telling her that he didn't have any. She then offer to let him stay at her house until they could find him some help which he agreed. That day they had a big feast, Talia talking about weird stuff that the boy probably didn't care much about. Talia found the child weird as he didn't laugh or smiled just sat their expressionless. She brushed it off thinking that it was just because of his life, but the same night that they were sleeping she seen him in her dream. He asked if she wanted anything in which she told him no, but he kept telling her that there was something that she wanted and from that point on her dream went blank.
  
  
  Next morning she found the child in the living room watching T.V still with that expressionless face of his, but much better than sitting there like a lifeless doll. They stayed together for the most part and she ended up adopting him as her son having grown quite fond of him.
  
  
  
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  Name of Origin: Dymas
  
  Current Name: Julius Nightingale
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Appearance:
  
  The Daemon has three forms. His first form is that of a child with countless injuries. Saves most energy for while in the Human Realm.
  
  2nd form is his him as a grown man with a few develish features. Takes up more power to use and brings him more attention, so prefers 1st form.
  
  

  

  
  
  His 3rd form is his beast form which he held while in the other realm. Not like any of his other forms as it is more beast than man. Very fond of this form.
  
  

  

  
  
  Personality: Dymas is a very intelligent being who prefers to hold no attachments to others seeing as they'll only hinder in the end. He is quite selfish and thinks of nothing but of his own gains caring for no one or anything. He is quite the actor as to Talia he is like any normal child, but to others he is a dangerous force to be reckon with. Living on Earth as long as he has, he has gained incredible understanding of humans although there are somethings that baffles him.​
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  Dymas' Original Powers: Dymas has the unique ability to control nothingness, more specifically voids. With this is can erase something from ever have exisiting in the first place, which is the main reason as to why he was seen as deadly in the spirit world. With his control over voids, he can make constructs with the ability to erase or turn something into nothingness on contact. If he wanted to than he could even destory worlds, but he doesn't or more so he can't because that'll require a vast amount of continuos energy which doesn't exist. Not only can he create void constructs, but he is also capable of creating black holes and teleporting himself from place to place. However, none of this is possible without having some type of energy force (Talia).
  
  
  Talia Inherited Powers: Although unaware of her abilities given to her by Dymas, she still has them. Most of the abilities she has are similar to that of Dymas' original, but much weaker than his own. From him she also gains enhanced strength with a larger thirst. In order to keep Talia alive, Dymas gave her a strange ability to drink blood in order to replenish her life force. Of course she is unaware of this occuring though, and through the consumption of life force she get more livelier and has better senses.
  
  
  Others: Talia is unaware of what Dymas really is, thinking that he is only a child. However, Dymas has a knack of controlling her when she asleep, or more so her true desire. This desire of her's is that she wants nothing more than to bring back her son and husband. This desire will do anything to get them back, so one could say it Talia's true self that knows what Dymas is.
  
  
  

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[Prudentia]

Proud to have such creative work in two of my role plays. Love you and your characters! =3

 

[Hobonamedfred]

Proud to have such creative work in two of my role plays. Love you and your characters! =3

am i allowed to critique peoples characters here?


 


[QUOTE="A Guileless Fable]

My brain has went through hell and hot water to give birth to these babies, and I refuse to lose anyone of them!

That is all. Just want to keep them in my memory R.I.P to some who have died due to inactivity.

Plus I kinda wanna know what others think of them, but got too lazy to make individual threads for them >3>​

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may i roleplay with you

 

[A Guileless Fable]

@Hobonamedfred


Yep do all the critiquing you want.


( I write over dramatic(sad) pasts >A<


Wanna do more happy stuff.


Can't say if you can critique other people stuff here though,


I personally don't mind.)


Also yeah we could roleplay with one another! Got something you wanna do?

 

[Prudentia]

I think one can critique only if the author says so, otherwise someone can make another quite mad.

 

[A Guileless Fable]

TXII;Troy

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Spoiler

Race:

Robot;Android

Occupation:

Dysfunctional Storage Unit

Age:

Technical Age 2 years; Mental Age 26

Height/Physical Build:

He is 6'4 from ears to heel. He was built in the form of a muscular werecat for reason unknown. He was made with the finest obsidian metal that money could buy and has one of the greatest programming of all time. Contrary to popular belief, Troy did not have built in weapons inside of him just in case something like him rebelling were to occur.




Personality:

Troy, despite his appearance, is a lazy otaku who does nothing but sit all day watching anime. He would be considered a drunkard if he had the capability of getting drunk, but sadly that wasn't in his programming so he stays sober. He wasn't always like this, but after Ophelia died his purpose had been taken away from him. He can be rather cold at times, but when people get to know him they start to hate him a bit less. He may be schizophrenic as he has vision of a yellow blur and a red blur at time, probably having to deal with his personality or something. Even Nix doesn't know what those are no matter how man time she scans him.




Weapons/Ability:

He carries along with him two weapons. One is a specialized Desert Eagle that uses condensed air as bullet. Much easier to use compared to a normal gun and cheaper to since one doesn't have to buy any bullets. Only thing it really needs is to charge, and thanks to Nix, it has a longer battery than before.

His second is a energy sword along with a few energized daggers that he keeps attached to his side. However, he doesn't really need any type of equipment seeing as his body is a weapon itself.




Sexual Orientation:

"Being a robot is kinda difficult if you wanna have sexual relations. Not saying that I don't like women, I'm just saying that there's no way of it happening. Unless . . . Off to the Mechanics for one last upgrade! "

Bio:

In this world their is only cruelty. The cries of a child in the distance, the lovely ears of a red haired kid, a woman and man with the brightest of smiles. All seemed to be there, but then again not. Maybe if he could just reach his hand out to grab it, it'll be clearer. But then again all dreams come to an end quicker than we want them to. TXII's first memory was the constant murmuring of men in white lab coats, the sound of metal hitting together creating a beautiful array of sparks in the air. There were no thoughts, only sounds that accompanied him as they made his body, arms, and leg for his dismembered head. There was soon a large uproar when he gave a small groan and was deactivated only to wake up again with a full body. When he came to he was no longer surrounded by an army of clad white man, but a single woman with a significantly large chest (C probably) and blue eyes with blonde hair.

The woman was deep in thought, taking detailed notes on him although what specifically he didn't know. When he lifted his arms to grab her attention, she flinched before greeting him with a smile and few details that seemed to be rehearsed.

"Where Am I?"

Those were the first word to leave his custom made voice system only to be answered by the giggling woman.

"You're in Wonderland Mr. Black Cat."

With that, he stayed motionless in that room, conversing with the woman in white until it was time for his deactivation. The first day was data transfer, which they plugged him up in a large computer giving him all the information he'd need. The second day was recuperation where he would spend the whole day getting used to moving and picking up objects. From that point on there were a series of test that he was tasked of completing may it be target practice, weapon control, or even killing some living organism that he had come to know as Species. It seemed the human race had a great dislike of them for spreading a disease which cause their population to decrease. There were a few immune to the disease, but as a whole the human race would not survive since there had yet to be a cure for it. So they came up with an idea that must be kept secret from the public, that secret was him.

Everyday he would be charged with some kinda task in the form of a test to gauge his combat abilities. Much to their delight, he had 90% affinity for fighting. Being made out of the best equipment of his time, he was more flexible, durable, and intelligent than anything they had ever created. Once tests was over he would go to the busty lady named Ophelia, who would be in charge of his maintenance. Ophelia was a weird one to say the least. Unlike the men before, she would joke with him, play stupid pranks on him, and even chatted with him about nonsensical things about her day. She was indeed annoying, but she also gave him a strange sensation that made him feel . . . feel something he couldn't even explain with all the knowledge he had been given. She was also the woman who gave him the name Troy when everyone else had called him by his serial number, TXII.

As time passed, he began to develop a personality, something that the humans did not expects. The time he spent with Ophelia watching anime and lazing around the lab made him find this life enjoyable even if he was nothing but a bunch of metal neatly put together. His creator would let that slide seeing as it didn't affect his tests although he did begin to see strange things while doing his normally daily routine. He would often see small figure that resembled a yellow blur that would always call out to him by a distorted names when he went to a few places within the lab. Sometimes there were red blurs and at times instead of blurs they would appear to him more as glitches . . . as if he was forgetting something important. However, he was always brought back by his quirky mechanic, and though he felt he needed to tell her this he went against his better judgement.

Soon as his personality started to overrun his programming his creators began to worry about his capabilities and him rebelling against them. Unaware of their fears, he continued to do he duties as usual, but something strange was going on. Although everyone acted normally, Ophelia was unusually secretive telling him that they would go some where special to dine on some cliff near the laboratory. Of course he agreed to go since she had looked so down. So after the usual, they went to the cliff she had told him about, but there was no dinner when they arrived. Only him and Ophelia who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

"Why are you crying?"

He'd asked her receiving silence for an answer. Suddenly she busted out crying, grabbing onto his cloak and blowing her nose on it. Gross. When she was done, she whispered to him what they were actually here for. Apparently, they saw him as a threat seeing that his personality was over powering their program, and so Ophelia was sent to deactivate and ultimately dismantle him until further testing was done. She couldn't go through with it, and by the time she had finished telling him, sirens could be heard in the background. Shouts neared the two as Ophelia whispered something low in her ear, three words that should never have been spoken.

"I love you . . ."

With that, she tossed him into the ocean below the cliff, and the last thing he saw before she had forcefully put him into hibernate were drops of red . . . the same red he had seen in the blur that haunted him. He awoke on the beach, his inside being filled with sea water. Drying off his cloak that had survived the fall, he found a small wet sheet of paper in one of the pockets. Pulling it out, he found a map to a certain location that was on the outskirts of the human city. She had known this would happened to him, so she had prepared a suitable living space with one of her co-workers who had a great disliking of her work. So he has been living with Ophelia's co-worker for the past year now.

Extra:

• He may be an otaku, but there are times when he does work for Nix under a disguise and alias to prevent being found by the lab.
  
• Doesn't hate human nor Species, although due to his programming his tends to attack Species more on accident than purposefully.
  
• Favorite anime at the moment has to be Grisaia No Kajitsu.
  
• He does eat, since he does have a brain which need nutrient if it's going to function properly.
  
• When deactivated his brain turn into a state where it doesn't rot if deactivated for a long time.
  
• He has a hidden reset button embedded in the center of his head.
  

 

[A Guileless Fable]

Usha

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  Name: Usha
  
  
  Age: Estimated 300 years, but sleeps periodically which lasts from 50 to 100 years so she is around 20+ years mentally.
  
  
  Gender: Unknown, but tends to refer to itself as a she.
  
  
  Native To: Evernight Peak, Lastrael
  
  
  Species: Low Level Demon (Presumably)
  
  
  Nationality: No Affiliations.
  
  
  
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  Personality:
  
  
  Not much to say about her personality, but if one were to describe it they would say apathetic. She's not pessimistic or anything else like it, but nothing seems to phase or bother her. There are times when she becomes worried and happy, but most of the time it an odd aura of blankness. Similar to a blank sheet without a mark, nothing changes with her. Some might see her as cold and emotionless, but it's not as if she tries to be, it's just the way she's grown in these times. There are some other noticeable traits such as her photographic memory and encyclopedic knowledge of many things. Her brains seems to know more than her mind does, because she knows things she has yet to see, and she thinks this has to be something to deal with her anomaly of a past.
  
  
  Background:
  
  
  When the world began there was only it and her. No parents, no friends, no family just a lone demon residing in a cave where darkness held supreme. Her first memory of one of complete blackness, and then a small flame that became her one and only companion. Usha, didn't remember how she arrived there, and how could she? When she awoke she was only an infant and even for a demon, the days of creation are hazy and tend to be left in the shadows. There was no need for her to learn, because she already knew what was necessary to know. The languages of the other species that resided in the realm, where she could find food and water, and a home had already been provided. The little demon was a curious fellow, but also a intelligent one and would normally fight against her urges to do more than she needed to. She passed most of the time by sleeping and watching the actions of the other beings, as she had called them, fight over unnecessary things. The one that seem to do this the most were Humans, an organism that tend to fight for... anything really. They would fight for land, resources, "God" killing anyone who would get in their way, including other members of the race. Should she have laughed when she had seen it? Those who happened to pass by her pool of flame seemed to find it funny, but nothing ever tickled her inside. Usha found it rather pitiful for a race that believes in a higher being to disguise it's action under it's name. Her first thoughts were," I feel sorry for this God."
  
  
  As time flew by, she felt herself wanting to explore the lands outside of her cave, but again her conscious stopped her in her tracks. Her brain worked in away that it told her the best options and the possible consequences for going against it's wishes. Normally this would have made her stay, but not today, not this moment. And so she ventured out of her cave for the first time since her birth. The woods were not to kind to something as small as her, creatures of all different shapes and sizes wanting a taste of the new meat walking around. It didn't scare her, but the thought was somewhat troubling. Sadly, this did not deter her from her journey and so she continued on her. Truthfully, she should have been eaten a long time ago, but never once did they hint at attacking her only watching with hungry yet fearful stares.
  
  
  It didn't take very long til she had her first human encounter, a couple on what seemed to be on there honeymoon. They were first frightened, then somewhat scared, and soon annoyed seeing her as nothing but one of the many imps that was said to plague these roads. Their treatment wasn't very nice as the male kicked her a few times, but stopped at the sight of flames engulfing his calf and upper thigh. She could remember the howling of the woman as she ran off... such weird creatures she thought. It was quite an odd meeting, but it was the first of many. On her journeys she met a wide variety of "other beings" which either greeted her or treated her harshly with some even trying to kill her. Sometimes it's a wonder how she even managed to make it out alive at points. Her trip ended after 3 years when a sleepiness ate away her until she curled up into a ball and slept. Her bod crystallized becoming a blue orb in the middle of the road and soon she was found by merchants and has been sold to other species ever since. Now it's time for her to wake up again . . . wonder where she'll be this time.
  
  
  Power:
  
  
  • She has very few powers that is known to her, but she does have dominion over flames. The flames she creates are not large in size nor can it travel long distances. However, she has way of communicating through it as well as using it for combat purposes when necessary.
    
  • Usha tends to sleep for long periods of times for reason she knows not of, but when she sleeps she turns into a large blue crystal that envelopes her body. This crystal can no be broken through physical means and magic has yet to be used on it so it is unknown whether magic can break through it. (Doubtful of this method as well)
    
  • Her true origins are unknown, but she has a strange ability that even she is unaware of. When she is in danger she becomes very sleepy and transform into a woman with incredible powers. Whether this is her true form or not is a mystery, but it does hold a key that lies within her past. In this form her powers increase dramatically and she is also capable of manipulating darkness and shadows, but fire remains her main weapon.
    
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  • Silence
    
  • Darkness
    
  • Intelligent People
    
  • The human philosophy
    
  • Damp places
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Repeating herself
    
  • Idiotic Questions
    
  • Idiots
    
  • Fish
    
  • Touching of her tail
    
  • Loud noises
    
  
  
  Extra Information:
  
  
  • Although she is said to be 300 years old, there is no evidence to justify this so this can be considered an estimate. Having no recollection of how she came to be nor why she is in this world her age could differ, so this is what she has guessed.
    
  • Possibly immortal, but highly unlikely. However has yet to be awake during a life and death situation so this is unsure.
    
  • Her tail is very sensitive and she tends to get jittery when anyone touches it.
    
  
  
  

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• Basic Information

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  Jayda McIntosh
  
  
  
  
  
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  Age: 21
  
  
  Sex: Female
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
  
  
  Height: 5'8"
  
  
  Weight: 164 Lb
  
  
  Hair Color: Sable
  
  
  Eye Color: Yellow
  
  
  Body Type: Plump; Chubby
  
  
  Blood Type: AB Positive
  
  
  Skin Tone: Chestnut
  
  
  Voice Type:
  
  
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• Basic Information
• Life Untold
• Class & Stats
• Spirit Weapon

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  Personality:
  
  
  Everyone has their masks, Jayda is no exception. In reality, she is quiet neet that tends to keep to herself preferring to blend in with the scenery than to converse with someone. She hadn't always been so withdrawn, but as the world changed she couldn't follow it. Jayda is rather detached from the world finding living outside of a video game to be a boring existence. When she does speak to others in the real world she maintains an aloofness that makes it seem as she is superior to other when in fact she just doesn't care for 3d people. Not as she tries to be rude, but you can't force someone to be interested in something their not. A full blown pessimist, she often see's the world as a horrid game the is made to scrutinize the player. Along with that she rarely see's the good in anything as the the dark almost always outshines the light in her view. Now online, she is a completely different person. She's cheerful, playful, deceitful, and outright fun loving. In a world where she can be whatever she wants she wears a variety of mask which makes her an incredible actors in the gaming universe.
  
  
  Biography:
  
  
  America. The land where dreams come true . . . as if. Being born in the slums of Houston, Texas, life wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. After her mother gave birth to her, her father left them leaving only Jayda, her older brother, and her mother to fend for themselves. Food was scarce, they only had enough welfare for only the minimal amount of items. There were often times where Jayda and Byron would have to go hungry when mother couldn't bring any food home ... when she ever came home. She spent most of her time working, drinking, or sleeping with whoever was willing to take her. The hole that had been left by her dad could not be filled, not even by her own flesh and blood. As a young child, Jayda was what the white men called the average "negro". She stole food from the stores and robbed the people from the suburbs, taking money or anything that she could possible sell to make money. Someone had to make sure to two of them ate, and with Byron being mentally ill, she was the only one capable of doing that. As if her mother was any help in raising them at all. Most of the time it was just the two of them at home, and the seldom times she did decide to return there was a man with his hand around her waist. African American, Caucasian, Hispanic it didn't matter to that woman his race, social status, or if he had a family. All that matter was that he had that thing in between his leg and it was functioning properly on it's own or with Viagra or something.
  
  
  Jayda could honestly say that she hated her mother, and many times wanted her to go die somewhere. That would way be better than having a good for nothing whore lazing around with her legs spread wide for whatever male passed by.No. At least whores get paid for what they're doing. Childhood was something that was supposed to be fun and magical, just like the cartoons they played every Saturday morning. It wasn't. Instead of cheerful music that the children would dance to on t.v she only had the irritating sound of gun shots in the middle of the night. Instead of the amazing teachers that were willing to do anything for their kids, there were only those druggies or the abusive people that were appointed in her class. Instead of the loving parents she had so desperately wanted she had a father M.I.A and a slut who half the time didn't even know who the hell they were. Yeah. Childhood was magical alright. As time passed as slowly as it normally did, Jayda was unprepared of the tragedy that would happen in her life. While the visits from her mother became more frequent than usual, Jayda noticed an obvious change in her. The woman's eyes would become a deep red, followed the an hysterical laugh, and then silence. Living in the place she lived, she knew that it was obvious signs of drug abuse. Wasn't any of her business though. She was killing herself just as Jayda had always wanted her to, but people never want the worst for others . . . not even for a mother like her. So it was a great shock when the next morning she didn't come home.
  
  
  Turning on the T.V she flipped through the channels searching for the cartoons that she loved so much and happened to stumble on a murder case that wasn't to far from where she lived. Watching it intensely, she listened as the man spoke about how the victims died after having been raped, drugged, and then shot in the head twice. Then she heard the name. "Julia McIntosh" in big bold letter crossed the screen, Byron in the corner of the room searching for a mother that would never be coming back. She didn't remember what she did, only that she was angry and sad and ... and guilty. A knocking could be heard at the door when a woman came in claiming to be from child protective service's and took both her and her brother into custody and one of the many foster homes they had available. During that time, African American children weren't very "popular" to say the least. It didn't matter to her where they stayed, her mother was dead and she had done nothing but hate her and wished for such a thing to happen. In a way, it was her fault her mother had died. If she hadn't prayed for all those nasty things to happen to her than maybe it wouldn't have. No matter how she tried to convince herself it had nothing to her in her mind it was undoubtedly her fault. So the suffering continued.
  
  
  At the foster home, they were allowed to go to school, and to be completely honest her parents weren't bad at all. They really cared for them and tried their best to rise them to be respectable adults which kinda alleviated the pain away from the current loss of their mother. Slowly, she began to forget all about it and lived a simple life although after having binged eating for the past year she put on some weight which lead to newer problems. She was picked on at school since she was a bit overweight and taller than the other kids. She hated coming to school, and by this time she began to get into watching anime and playing video games as a way to escape reality. Soon that was all her life was about. Middle school and high school were no different, but as she grew she noticed that everything bored her. Even the bullying got cliche and boring to which she threatened them to do even worse which they couldn't even do. Once she graduated she went to college (forcefully) and majored in game design. Then she heard from her peers that there was a new game on the market and hearing about the awesome graphics she decided she wanted to play as well.
  
  
  
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  Username: Absalom
  
  
  Description:
  
  
  In RL Jayda is 5"8 and quite large for a women her age, not weird for American's, but just a little bigger in size than the average size slim woman. Only her stomach is rounded though, her face is slim and arms are lean although it's size is still proportional to her body. Being an African American, she has light chestnut skin with beautiful yellow eyes she got from her mother's side. In game, her character is quite small, clearly the opposite of her own appearance. She not very found of how big she is, so she wanted to create something that was cute and small. Inside the game, she has tattoos that cover her elbow and some parts of her legs. Her hair is a pure white along with orange eyes as well as chestnut skin.
  
  
  Height: 4'5"
  
  
  Weight: 115 Lb
  
  
  Hair Color: White
  
  
  Eye Color: Orange
  
  
  Body Type: Petite
  
  
  Skin Tone: Chestnut
  
  
  
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  Breaker
  
  
  Starting Weapon: Giant Wooden Axe
  
  
  Starting Level: 1
  
  
  Starting Stats:
  
  
  HP: 22
  
  
  ATK: 160%
  
  
  DEF: 130%
  
  
  AGI: 120%
  
  
  SKL: 140%
  
  
  SPD: 110%
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  • Good Judge of Character
    
  • Friendly (In some shape or form)
    
  • Great Actor
    
  
  
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  • Tends to distrust people
    
  • Selfish
    
  • Has no real concept of friendship
    
  • Gluttonous
    
  • Holds Grudges
    
  
  
  Starting Equipment: Giant Wooden Axe
  
  
  
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[A Guileless Fable]

Eve "Debura" Bydr

"If we're all weirdo's then no one is!"




Appearance:

Not her actual appearance, Eve has tan skin and red eyes with white hair. She does change her appearance from time to time, but often times she returns to this form. A tiny 4'0" she is short and has a very flat chest that she has a complex about. On her head their are two noticeable cat ears that she herself created to make her feel more "animated".

Age: 16 and still growing

Rank: A boulder that you can't miss; Rock on the Sidewalk

Species: Chuunibyou; Homunculus

Sexual Preference: Pansexual

• Personality
• What the CIS Wants You To Think
• What Actually Happened
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  Personality:
  
  Eve is a very comedic person, preferring a good laugh over anything else. Many don't take her seriously due this his goofy personality and his weirdness, as many people call it. She considers herself nice to everyone although most of the time they judge her base on her childish personality. The confused kid goes through random mood swings ranging from being happy to bawling out crying and soon enough happy again. Rarely allows herself to be mad, prefer to keep that to herself, but can be annoyed by others although it is not the same as her being angry. Eve's bluntly honest making many angry with her tactless honesty believing that she rather piss someone off with the truth then keep them ignorant with lies. Doesn't help her nor does it help the other person, so being truthful is the best for her. Doesn't get serious often. Most noticeable trait is that she's just a full blown weirdo if you haven't guessed and has this weird ability to make people think she's an idiot when in actuality she's pretty intelligent. One thing to note about her is that she is mentally unstable and so at time she can flare up for no reason or have a massive headache. Overall an anime loving weirdo with a childish personality.
  
  
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  Background:
  
  Reproduction. All living being are classified by this single factor. Virus' are not considered living just for the soul reason that it is unable to reproduce by it's own mean. Every human being goes through something called Birth, but before that fertilization occurs and a 9 month growing period is allotted for the zygote to grow. However, what if this zygote doesn't grow? A womb too malnourished to continue the process of feeding the unborn cannot hope to give birth to a baby. A womb of a dead mother has no chance of what it was made to do, to reproduce. A week after pregnancy, a woman known as Chris Jones, was in a car accident, she and her husband rushed to a hospital within a secure area of America. The husband managed to survive the ordeal while Chris had met her end at the wheels of the truck that struck them. The now widowed man woke up traumatized at this truth and subsequently lost his memories of the whole event. The mother, however, remained dead no one knowing of her or her child that died together, no one except him. It didn't take much time for him to realize what he had found was a willing donor to his most inhumane project. With a scalpel, a staff, and secret funding the project began, starting with a dissection of the woman that would go down in history as a nobody, and a zygote that would soon be named after the devil's accomplice, Eve.
  
  The Project was called Yggdrasil and the goal? To create a life. No, that would be simplifying it way too much. Life had already been created by a man and a woman, there was no need to re-enact what had already be accomplished. The actual goal was to create something of new origins. Something that appeared human, but at the same time wasn't. A being that surpassed the realm of humanity and enter into the world of fabled. A dream that was said to only be possible by alchemist through the use of a Philosopher's Stone. A homunculus. In a single tube, Eve was kept and grown to the size of a five year old child for an entire year before extracting her out of her makeshift womb. The idea was that a child would be easier to handle then an infant, but just because the body was developed didn't mean the mind was. He knew of this and so the entire year Eve had been implanted with five years worth of memories with him as her father. With the blueprint set, Eve was finally born into the world.
  
  Eve was a relatively happy child living inside the facility where she underwent a series of tests to evaluate her abilities as well as mental capacity. To the shock of many, she excelled at every test. All except for her personality test which always indicated her to be childish with a knack for causing trouble. This was seen as she acted brashly when confronted with things she didn't understand. The single thing he wanted to avoid became reality which led to an increased amount of difficulty while rearing her. A plan was form in order to keep Eve under his control. What was this plan? Anime. Children of this age spent their days doing one of two things. Playing and watching television. Since there was no child of the same age as Eve the only other solution was allowing her access to anime. When Eve first watched anime, she became completely enthralled with the little drawn characters on screen to the point where she would mimic the characters she saw. This was considered her "gift", and with just this she was completely happy. This remained until she turned 10, while during an injection of the DNA of an extinct animal the lab was raided by secret agents of the government who arrested and ultimately killed her father and staff.
  
  Homeless and thrust into the world she had only read about, Eve was mentally unprepared for the dramatic change and realization that everything she knew was gone. Unable to coop with this, she was bedridden for an entire year in a coma like state until she woke up with an entirely new set of memories. The doctor proclaimed that even though she had the body of a teenager her mind mental development had been too rushed and with the added stress Eve created memories in order to better deal with it. Her memories consisted of unrealistic events that a child would make up from a cartoon show. At this time, the young girl was forced to stay in the custody of the government as she was deemed to dangerous to release. However, a young experienced couple who was told they couldn't have a child decided to fight for her and adopt her as their own. It took awhile, but they were given rights to her and she became her legal guardians. This eventually led to her being invited to a school called "Absolute Academy" which her parents agreed to let her go under the conditions that she behave herself and take a certain medication prescribed for her.
  
  
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  "I was born from the forbidden romance of a handsome Pirate King and a Beautiful Princess of a foreign country. Both of my parents died when I was only a child fighting an evil villain that wanted to take me to marry his son. My father wouldn't allow such a things and so he and mother both perished in the battle while sending me away to a foreign kingdom known as America. In this land, I met a man who appeared to resemble my father who called himself Dr. John who took care of me as my adoptive father. He loved me and I loved him, and I thought nothing could have separated us. We watched a lot of cartoons together and played many games to the point where I thought I;d go blind from staring at the T.V. I remember one time I beat him at a game so he bought me a bet cat who turned into a magical fighting unicorn. I didn't like that cat much. Probably, because I hated Unicorns because they were evil sons a bitches, but I'll leave that story for another time.
  
  Me and Dr. John played and played everyday. Sometimes with the computer, weird pointy things, and even robots that he brought home from time to time. He always told me stories about how he wanted to make something really big, but I don't remember what he wanted to make. I knew he always smiled when he saw me, and that made me quite happy. Everything was good until an evil organization called Majin Boo Corp came in with their fat pink blobby unicorns and took over my house. They killed Dr. John and destroyed my toys and everything that I liked. One hit me in my head and knocked me unconscious and I soon found myself inside of a hospital with super nice people. They cared for me very much and told me that I was going to live with them from now on. They said that Dr. John was alright when I asked what happened to him. The couple was super nice so I don't think they lied to me, and it was quite nice having both a father and mother. Oh! I also got invited to this weird school that called "Absolute Academy". I think it would sound cooler if they called it "Damio" or Demon King Academy, but not everyone has my eccentric taste. Maybe I'll find a Gundam here or somethin' I don't know. I hope so.*crosses fingers* My new parents told me I could go if I behave and take some weird pills that was said to keep my power suppressed because my power level was over 9000 so they didn't want other Saiyans finding me here. So I agreed and now I'm here ."
  
  
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  Skills/Abilities:
  
  Genetic Access: Being a Homunculus, she has full control over her genetic make-up. Often mistaken as a shapeshifter ability she cannot only change her appearance, but also replicate or make copies of herself making what could be considered clones. Her clones can look like her or resemble something entirely different, but all share a single mind through multiple bodies. This is to ensure one does not attempt to overthrow the "central body" which can cause great chaos when merging back together. Genetic Access only affects her body and hers alone.
  
  
  
  
  Extra:
  
  Eve has lost her true appearance, and thanks to her created memories, she doesn't remember how she looked originally. She tends to have relapses of past events, but ultimately forgets them when the relapse is over.
  
  The pills she takes are pills Dr. John gave her in order to keep her form Stable. Due to the immense experimentation on her body, her genetic material is fighting against one another to reach homeostasis due to the many different genes implanted in her. If she does not take her pills their is a possibility that she would disintegrate or melt. There is a high chance that she will stabilize on her own, but that still seems to be debated.
  
  Anime is life. Do not disrespect anime or life will end as we know it.
  
  She hates Unicorns.
  
  Still unknown on some of the things she is able to do.
  
  

 

[A Guileless Fable]

Chronepsis; "Chrone"

"If a dream is a wish then please wake up."




Appearance:

Seemingly an Albino for all except of her pastel green eyes, her body is covered in light green scale that form in patches on her body. Her hair is pure white and taking her small stature of 4'2 it nearly drags on the floor slightly above her ankles. Her nails are extremely sharp and are colored black, and as for markings she has green symbols that crawl along her back and legs as well as red tattoos beneath the eyes.

Age: 17 for appearance sake

Rank: A simple Bee without a name.

Species: Dragonic Deity

Sexual Preference: Asexual

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  Personality:
  
  Not much to say about her personality, but if one were to describe it they would say apathetic. She's not pessimistic or anything else like it, but nothing seems to phase or bother her. There are times when she becomes worried and happy, but most of the time it an odd aura of blankness. Similar to a blank sheet without a mark, nothing changes with her. Some might see her as cold and emotionless, but it's not as if she tries to be, it's just the way she's grown in these times. There are some other noticeable traits such as her photographic memory and encyclopedic knowledge of many things. She can be seen as a third part preferring not to pick sides and tends to back out of things when they seem like they are becoming too complicated. Can be quite a tease if one gets to know her long enough to break through her apathetic/cold appearance.
  
  Background:
  
  A single call for a savior. The cry for fate to be changed. The death of a sworn enemy. Humans have always sought out answer for these desperate calls, but a single prayer compared to the world is nothing more than a pebble on the side of the road. However, when these pebbles begin piling up something is born. A rock. A rock created for the soul purpose of answering these calls ... a rock rightfully named Chronepsis. Birth was not something that came natural for deities, and unlike popular beliefs deities are not created from a higher being. Deities are the manifestation of human wishes that compile together into a sentient being with the soul purpose of fulfilling these wishes. Chronepsis was born from the wishes of early humans need for revenge, their belief in fate, as well as their want of judgement on others. She had no specific birthing place as the minds of many were her womb, but for one such as herself a place is necessary for one to call home and so she took residence in Japan where the belief in deities were the strongest.
  
  For Chronepsis, there was no such thing as a childhood ... not in a way similar to that of humans anyway. There was no one to care for her injuries, no one to tend to her needs, not a single person to tell her that everything was alright. But she did have parents, thousands and thousands of mothers that fed her wishes in exchange for her help. They knew not of this scaly green dragon that fed off their wants, there dreams, nor did they know it was she who granted them. The inflicted injury of a rival or the rightful judgement of a cheater in a children's game, she had played a hand in all them. From a tiny little black space, she answered them all. Still only a "child" she had very little sway over the human realm, but as war grew and the human population increased the scale began tipping in her direction. She began to grow from a puny green dragon into one that could compare to that of a 7 story tall building. Her life consisted of nothing but fulfilling her duties towards humanity as everything she did was for their benefit. Life was simple, but as the need of her grew the game changed little by little. She was born a slave to her mothers, but now they became her slaves. Shrine of Chronepsis began sprouting all throughout the globe many calling her different names some even calling her a God. This is where she received her name and ultimately received her status as an official deity.
  
  With her new title she now had a will of her own, one in which she could freely do as she pleased no longer forced by the mentality that she was made for humanity. Chronepsis, or Chrone, with her new freedom took quite an interest in her "mother". Once a mindless dragon, she never really thought much about anything really. One could even say that she wasn't "truly" born until she gained this freedom of hers which allowed her the capacity to think. Chrone would watch bashfully in the form a of human girl from the sideline as children in their kimono played with a leather ball or sticks. The older humans would sit around small wooden boards with even smaller wooden pieces and placed copper on silvers on who they thought would win, whatever that meant. The women were left home to tend to the children and the needs of the family, that seemed to be their main role in life. This structure differed from location as a certain section of Greece women were treated equal to men although in most other places women were subservient beings. However, there was one thing that never changed no matter where she looked. The poor never disappeared, war and disease spread throughout the Earth, people dying. When she first saw death ... really saw death, she grew frightened. Not by the fact that one of her mothers died, but she was the cause of her mothers murder.
  
  Afraid, she refrained from granting anymore wishes scared to kill another one of her parents for another greed. This was a irreversible mistake as she changed what shouldn't have been touched. Life and death has always been a fragile thing, and to neglect either is a sin of monumental proportion. Disregarding her duties and the natural way of the world created even more war and the death toll was even greater. Chrone saw how her actions affected the world and vowed to never interfere with humanity again and to remain impartial to human affairs outside of her duties. With that mindset, she has kept herself hidden away from the world, her shrines becoming nothing more than oversize dust storage. Some even were destroyed over the years by humans or the Earth itself. The decrease of her shrine and worshipers cause a significant change on her body alone. She was not able to transform into the giant that she had once been and could only revert to her "childhood" form. Her abilities were greatly limited, but somehow she still manage to keep her will intact, something that deteriorate with the loss of mothers.
  
  At this point, she disappeared from history and has been laying low ever since until recently. She was invited into a strange institute called "Absolute Academy" that taught people of otherworldly nature. Why she joined and how they found her is clouded in mystery. The reason she came out of hiding is unknown, but she has willingly accepted the role as a student and is now attending the said academy.
  
  
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  Skills/Abilities:
  
  Chrone has three major abilities being Future Sight, The Libra, and Curse.
  
  1. Future Sight: Being a deity of Fate she is capable of glimpsing into the future. However, these glimpses are not under her control and so she see random futures of people from around the globe whether she wants to or not. This ability is seen more as a nuisance as it drains her of her energy making her rather sluggish after having a vision. Back in earlier time, she had more control of what she was able to see, but with the modern era and children and families becoming less aware of deities her control over this has greatly diminished.
  
  2. The Libra: Also the deity of judgement this power does just that, judge. She creates a scale like structure what appears to be leaves and twigs and places an item from the victim in question on one side while placing a leaf on the other. If the scale tilts in favor of the leaf it show signs of truth while if is favors the person's item it shows lies and deceit. This can also can two people at the same time by playing not a leaf, but another person's item where the leaf originally should be. Again, whichever the scales leans to shows lies and deceit if used this way. Unlike Future Sight, she has full control over this, but it's power is not as great as it had originally been.
  
  3. Curse: Her only offensive ability curse does one of two things, it uses a type of dark energy that can be molded to whatever shape the uses wishes or it can be used to curse other. These curses are nothing life threatening and can range from a simple "being stalked by dogs" to "Failing a quiz". Chrone is not petty, but if she has too she will curse other. Now for it's offensive capabilities, it can be molded into a weapon or a shield on a small scale.
  
  4. Transformation: She changes into a dragon. Don't worry. She is simply too OP when in dragon form.
  
  

• Skills/Extra

• 
  
  Spoiler

  She is around 2'2" tall (standing on hind legs not including tail) in this form and can fly short distances as well as spew a small green flame. Reverts to this form whenever she over exerts herself, or when she feels like it.
  
  

  

  
  
  Extra:
  
  Deities gain power from wishes, however, due to the modern ages and more and more people moving away from shrines deities powers have greatly decreased. This proves equally true with Chrone and so most of her power has either left her or has become minuscule compared to her earlier years.

 

[A Guileless Fable]

Clovis

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Spoiler

What do you go by?

"I've been called by a great many names, but the most popular seems to be Clovis the Bastard of Larareseth"




It's a surprise you made it too... How old are you again?

"Lived for a weird 26 years."

What are you even?

" Male I would assume. That thing is indeed swinging between my legs."

Do you prefer man or woman? Maybe both even?

"I don't really have a preference, I enjoy diversity. Would you call me a Pansexual?"

Who makes your heart go . . .

"No one. I have yet to feel that tingling sensation talked so much about."

• Personality & Biography
• Abilities
• Extra

• 
  
  
  
  I see you are quite ... different from other people.
  
  "Awww you give me to much credit. Well, to say the least I do call myself original with very few people carrying such traits, may it be physically or personality wise."
  
  
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  A maniac. That would be the best way to describe this enigma self-named Clovis. Cheerful, overly sarcastic, happy-go-lucky, lazy, and even sheepish are just a few of his many traits. Sometimes one thinks that he had multiple personality disorder, but he will assure you that he doesn't. He not sure how one should act, so his solution to this problem is to act every possible way. Although he does have somewhat of a sadistic side when it comes to hunting, but only prey worth killing is able to stir up his hunter nature. Most of the time, he wears a happy expression to pass through it. He has this strange notion that he might tell you one day. He loves humans but hates humanity, and how he differentiates the two is beyond any sane's person comprehension.What a fickle person he is indeed.
  
  You rather do these often don't you?
  
  "When you have so much free time such as myself, one has to find something to pass the time."
  
  
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  • Sleeping
    
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  • Lounging Around
    
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  • Sight Seeing if you will
    
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  • Wood Carving
    
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  • Music is quite something too
    
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  • Eating (in moderation of course)
    
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  There must be a few things you are dissatisfied with.
  
  "Of course. I wouldn't be human if I didn't would I?"
  
  
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  • Rain (Depending on Location)
    
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  • Animals
    
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  • Extremely Bright Places
    
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  • Churches
    
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  • Anything deemed "Holy"
    
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  What send shivers down your spine?
  
  "Aren't you at least gonna take me out for supper first? Asking such harmful questions."
  
  Main fear are closed spaces. The correct term for this would be considered claustrophobic. It all started ... Well you'll find out soon enough.
  
  
  
  
  Who are you?
  
  "Such a poetic way to ask about my life, I do applaud you. My life is not something of interest to some like you, but if you wish to hear it then listen closely. From the time my head could see things and remember, I was an outcast. My family were a bunch of superstitious humans although my father was the only sensible one, or at least he was. Mother hated me with a passion due to a rumor spreading around that those who gave birth to lighter pigmented children would curse the family. She didn't want me. She didn't pretend to like me nor did she try to associate with me, and once my father died due to a rampant disease that plagued in the city. Well, there was nothing stopping her anymore. I do believe that I was around 5 or 6, I'm not quite sure. Oh, and I do forget to mention the fact that she refused to name me since she didn't want the family to be stained by giving such an oddity a name. For a good while they called me 'You', 'He', 'Him', 'Bastard', "It", and many more. Goody goody!
  
  
  Now once the old man keeled over, this only furthered mother's suspicion about me being a devil, so she tried to burn me to the cross. She was the best mother indeed. This plan of her could not go through seeing as no one wanted the cursed child ashes in the middle of the town, so she took it upon herself to end it. You've been staring at my shredded mouth, so I guess you're waiting for the answer as to why it appears to be so ... grotesque? Yes, that fits. Well, she tried to burn me starting with my mouth. Her plan was to weld it shut to quiet the screaming, but I managed to cool the metal and throw it somewhere. Who knows where it landed. Soon, she had me unconscious but could not kill me as it would be to much of a sin that she did not want to bear. So she placed me in my father's coffin that was supposed to be sent to be buried a week later, but instead she sent the both of us floating down the river to an unknown place. First time on a boat.
  
  
  I can remember being frantic at first, hunger arose in that wonderfully tiny body of mine and when I got hungry. Don't judge me, but when one is starving anything will do, so father became breakfast, lunch, and dinner I suppose. Tasted horrible and rotten, but it was sustainable seeing as he hadn't begin decaying until days later. Now that I think about it, I wonder why I didn't die from the plague that killed him. I doubt the churches 'God' had anything to do with it. Oh my, I thought of something distasteful. Eventually, my food supply began running low, but luckily, we slammed into a large rock that broke the casket and freed me. I couldn't swim for the life of me, but a few bones and wooden planks do make for a good raft. From that point I had made it from the Throw, my hometown, to Lancel the kingdoms richest city and home to the worst criminals. After that . . . Well, don't want to tell all the juicy parts before the story begins now do I?"
  
  
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• 
  
  
  What Kingdom do you Associate with?
  
  " I would like to say none, but I don't want to be a fibber, so I have the "honor" of living in Larareseth."
  
  
  
  
  Do you think you have a purpose in life?
  
  "I would like to think that, yes. However, it's sad to say that I am nothing more than a lonesome scavenger who's slightly better than the average vulture."
  
  
  
  
  You look like an Imp.
  
  "And you a swine, but I assure you that I am human . . .most likely. Hmmm, now being asked that, I'm not quite sure. How about this. I think I'm human therefore I am. Makes sense?"
  
  
  
  
  So you said you hunt . . .
  
  "Look at who's actually paying attention. Congratulations! If you are insinuating that I use weapons than you would be correct, I am no savage. There not of the best quality since I swiped them from various people and places, not going to go into detail regarding those specific things. I have 4 steel throwing knives, at least 2 chipped, while the others are in a somewhat better condition. All have a thin seemingly invisible string attached to the grip because frankly I don't want them being lost in some unknown creature's body. It'd be such a waste to lose them all."
  
  
  
  
  Do you have any secret abilities or hidden techniques?
  
  " Why it is quite hard actually. No one wants to be near you and being unable to read makes the matter even worse. However, I do know a thing or two although not an expert, they still prove useful."
  
  Eagle's Retribution
  
  "A self powering technique I picked up from an old mage that you can call my roommate for a short time. For a short period of time it increases the users eye sight to see similar that to an eagle as well as increased the users strength. He did warn not to over use it seeing as the repercussions of using this skill is very damaging to humans. Apparently the human body should not be able to expand or be altered in anyway, so once it return to it's normal state the user will experience much pain. This could be avoided by following the time limit of 10 minutes or less otherwise the pain is indeed excruciating. Such a pity, but it's still quite handy."
  
  Fleeting Sensation
  
  "One of the most simplistic forms of magic, this allows me, the user, to cloak or hide my presence to a point that one should not be able to feel nor even see me even if I'm standing in front of them. Unlike the detrimental effects of "Eagle's Retribution" this can be used a multitude of times, but some times the effect weaken depending on the user health or mental state. So I sometime get bored, and things go quite wrong when you're bored while stealing. Not a very good experience I will say."
  
  
  "Did I forget to mention I have an extremely high pain threshold? It seems after being beaten for hmmm, let's say most of my life I have grown an immunity to pain. It's not as if it's not there, but I just can't feel it for some strange reason."
  
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• 
  
  
  
  What hell has brought you those?
  
  "Judging from the tone, I suspect that you are talking about the various burn marks and scars all over my body, or maybe the one that lies on the slits of my mouth. Well to simple put it, fire is not something that should have been given to us. Prometheus punishment was indeed the rightful way of Zeus. The others belong to other knife and slashes that I've accumulated over the long years."
  
  
  
  
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  "A song you weren't prepared for"
  
  
  
  
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[A Guileless Fable]

Diana Akiyama

"Life is a bundled up ball of thread that's hard to separate."

Nickname:

Dean

Species:

Human

Age:

17

• The Person
• Behind "The Person"

• 
  
  Personality:
  
  Diana is not a ball of emotion as she should be. Thanks to her heart hardening at a very young age she has yet to experience emotions that a girl at her age normally goes through. She is calm and collected, and quite friendly with those around her. She at times can be awkward with new things as she finds it rather difficult to deal with as she had not been taught to handle certain types of situations. Her personality has been greatly neglected as her mother focused solely on her physical characteristics and abilities. One could consider her biggest trait that she is an amazing actor to make one believe her to be an energetic girl with an incredible head on her shoulders. At times she does appear to be quite an airhead, when it comes to things happening around her. Her most noticeable trait is her inability to understand the people around her. She has gotten increasingly better with this after the accident, but it still proves to be quite a challenge. She fails to understand why people do certain things, and with her lacking in the emotional department she becomes rather logical in her speaking. Not the best person to talk to when searching for comfort as she is bluntly honest, and normally does not hold her opinion from anyone.
  
  Traits:
  
  Physically she is missing her entire right hand and wears a metal prosthetic hand as a replacement. She had countless number of surgical scars on her stomach and back from the many surgeries preformed on her. Diana has a strange habit of staring at people or things when she is thinking or confused as well as when she is eating.
  
  Likes:
  
  Reading
  
  Writing
  
  Sports
  
  Learning
  
  Order
  
  Rules
  
  Animals
  
  People
  
  Dislikes:
  
  Being Confused
  
  Chaos
  
  Breaking from Routine
  
  Giving Up
  
  People (Confusion)
  
  Loud Noises
  
  Cars
  
  
• 
  
  Biography:
  
  Everyone searches for perfection. No one wants to think that something as mythical as perfection doesn't exist, and Diana was no different from any other human in the world. Born to a middle class family in Tokyo, Japan her father was a caring man who enjoyed the simplicity that life had to offer, her mother, a control freak with a constant need of order in her everyday life. A common case of opposites attracting, Diana was born after a long on and off relationship between the two. As a child, Diana had been conditioned by her mother that life was nothing if she didn't become the best. Her father, who was more of a slacker, would tell her that life was something meant to take slowly. However, compared to her mother's constant teachings, she began believing that "perfection" was everything. Ever since she could remember, she had been put under rigorous training programs in order to become the best at whatever her mother had planned for her. Reading, writing, math, there wasn't a single subject her mother had over looked while training her daughter into becoming what she considered an elite. Her father mostly stayed on the sidelines when it came to parenting, but he did play with her whenever her mother wasn't around. Diana had very little time to partake in being a child. Playing was for those with too much time on her hand, sleeping during the day was a waste, making friends would only serve problematic if they weren't an elite. These were the thing her mother would tell her when she questioned her methods and inevitably they became apart of the code her mother had instilled in her.
  
  As she slowly turned into a robot of her mother's own creation, her father could no longer sit idly by and watch this transformation continue. This is when life became a little bit rocky for the couple and for Diana. Her father, who had seemingly not cared about his wife's teachings, was infuriated by the fact that their child was missing out on her childhood. Her mother, on the other hand, was quite furious herself with her husband's sudden change in attitude at her methods. He hadn't complained until now, what had she been doing that had been so different from the past that warranted his attention to this extent? This argument continued for days, then months, until finally they simply had enough of one another and divorced. As expected, her mother had won full custody of her with her dad only having her for a few days a week which were mainly weekdays. Life functioned as it had always been, except for the single pillar that she called Dad became unstable. With her mother reign over her life, Diana had very little choice in her life from what school she went to, to what she did in her spare time.
  
  Diana went to the best schools, staying in the top 5% in the entire school as well as the district. However, no matter how good she had been, if she wasn't first then it wasn't worth mentioning. In all honesty, Diana viewed her mother as a lonely woman who didn't live the life she wanted. So through her daughter, she would be able to live the life that she knew she was destined to have. Like something out of a cliche romance novel, her mother had the obvious case of having a unfulfilled life which she solved by living through her daughter. A dictator she was, Diana could not go against her as she had lived most of her life as her puppet and knew no other way to live. The only time she was allowed to laze around were the few days with her father, and even then she had grew too accustomed to being "the perfect person" that even lounging around seemed to be a difficult task. Throughout middle school, her mother not only wanted her to become the smartest but the most athletic as well and also forced her into fitness program egging her to partake in track and volleyball.
  
  Unlike what many believed, Diana was never stressed out by the constant work she had been put through. What she did feel was limited. As if she was constrained to the mold her mother had placed her in as a child. She had an incredibly difficult time adjusting to people of lower standard then she was. Yes, it was a easy task to feign likeness, but she knew nothing about other people's thought. Starting a conversation with a friend about anything other than school was out of the question as she knew nothing about famous celebrities outside of the scandals that she was able to learn from a magazine whenever she was able to read one. The unfulfilled life her mother had so much wanted to escape from was now becoming her reality. As time rolled on, she began feeling less and less an individual and more a copy of something she herself knew not of. It wasn't her mother as her mother didn't have any of the traits she had forced upon her. No, she was her mother ideal. She had become her mother's idea of perfection, or she was supposed to be until she became friend with a boy in her school that changed her from the inside out.
  
  His name was Higarashi who was just your run of the mill boy with to much time on his hand, as her mother would describe him. At first, he was just like any other boy her age, and one she should avoid at all costs due to his social standings. It was mere coincidence that she met him on her way back from home at the nearby convenience store. She was running an errand her mother had order her to do before returning to the house and saw short Higarashi reading an adult magazine that would have surely got him kicked out of school if a teacher would have found him. She acted as if she didn't see him, but it seemed the latter had seen her as she left the store with a carton of milk in tow. The next day, she had been called out by him and interrogated about what she had saw the previous day in which she said she didn't see anything with that impervious poker face she created over the years. Doubting her lie, he began following her to make sure she didn't tell on him to the teacher. He then began noticing the cracks that she left behind her mask of the perfect student and called her out on it. Diana life was one that was full of cliches admittedly. As one of might have guessed, she fell in love with the other.
  
  The confession was quite sudden, but with him being the only boy whoever saw her slipping and probably the only one she had ever took the time to converse with she guessed this had been a fated meeting. He rejected her on the spot of course, denying her feelings of love as some sort of ploy to make him a fool. Rejection wasn't as hard as her "friends" described it to be. In fact, his rejection is what made her work even harder to try to obtain him. From this point on, she tried befriending him and following him around school, nothing at all like the model student she had tried so hard to be. At first, he was against the idea of becoming friends and even called her a stalker at times, but little by little she could feel him slowly easing to her presence. For the first time in her life, she was experiencing something fun. Was this what her father wanted her to have? It was a completely new sensation all together, and something she just simply couldn't let go after having experienced it. Everything was fine and dandy, but there is no such thing as a good thing that lasted forever. Thanks to her constant following of Higarashi, she had neglected her study quite a bit and fell down two whole ranks on the midterm exam making her mother furious. Diana explained to her mother that she was stressing out a bit with her body and not to worry about her grades, leaving the details about Higarashi out of the conversation. Sadly, the school had called her ahead of time to inform her of her daughter inappropriate relationship with a boy during school hours. Knowing that, her mother band her from meeting him which Diana learned what it meant to be angry for the first time and rebelled against her tyrant of a mother. Shocked at her outburst, her mother did nothing but watched as the perfection she built from the ground up slowly crumbled away.
  
  Diana completely ignored her mothers warning and continued to hang out with Higarashi while maintaining her grades, proving that he was not at fault. A few days later, Diana felt it was about time she tried confessing to him once again and this time he finally said yes. Was this what it felt like when you proposed to a woman? After this, they spent every minute of everyday together with Diana still being what her mother had created. One day while they were walking to school, Higarashi decided to cut across the street when the light was blue. He urged her to come on as their were no cars coming, but she had refused knowing that the rule stated to wait until the light turned red to cross. Deciding to leave her, Higarashi was oblivious to the car that was heading straight for him, Diana stared as the car approached him, her body instinctively moving and pushed him out of the way. Everything turned dark, a cool liquid running down her arm as she heard screaming int he background until she lost consciousness. When she woke up, she was laying in a hospital bed, her body stuck with thousands her needle and the feeling in her right hand gone. Wait. The feeling wasn't just gone, her whole hand was gone as the doctor explained that her hand had been crushed by the wheels of the car.
  
  She was accompanied by her sobbing parents, as the doctor told her she had to stay in the hospital for a few month and receive therapy. Diana didn't cry nor was she saddened as she knew Higarashi was safe and sound, but the whole time she was staying there ... he never visited her. It turns out, her mother had blamed him for her accident in which he soon began blaming himself and simply couldn't bring himself to look at her. He had made her experience a lot things: love, happiness, fun, but what she was feeling now was something that made her chest hurt more than her body. At thought of losing him, she cried, tears streaming down her face as she realized ... she was crying. Ever since that day, life has changed immensely for her. She now keeps in touch with her father a lot more than she used to as well as keep her the perfectionist complex her mother had of her although that has lessened with her prosthetic hand. Diana never see Higarashi anymore, but thanks to him she can finally say that she is real. A real person.
  
  

 

[A Guileless Fable]

Name: Namir; Nim

Surname: None

Age: 17

Kind: Cat Beastman Presumably

Appearance:

Personality: Independent, studious, and hard working Namir does it's best to reach his goals no matter the situation. Having his family shun him for most of his life he has become aware of the fact that this world is bias and cruel and tends not to depend on anyone or anything that he has not raised. Unable to have a childhood, he is rather mature for his age and tries to see things logically, but when it involves his "kids" he throws logic to the wind. His treatment of other depends solely on how they treat him. He is a firm believer of "treating others the way you want to be treated" and as such he is capable of being rude if been rude to. Overall he nice and has a steady head on his shoulder although he holds some doubt when meeting new people due to his history with his clan and other species alike. Probably has the worst sense of humor out there and is known as "Mr. Literal".

Staying in dorm: Yes/No

Classes:

Home Economics

Pre-Caculus

English Language

Monster/Animal Anatomy

Animal Observation and Understanding (Ironically)

Herbs/Brews; Medicine

Chemistry

PE

Likes:

Sun Bathing

Learning

Animals

Medicines

The Unknown

Dogs

Dislikes:

Water [Does bathe periodically in private]

Being treated like a pet

Ignorance

Being looked down upon

Mud

Pants

Cat Puns (It's just not funny)

Stating the Obvious

Short history/bio: He wasn't normal. Not to the outside world, and not even the world he had been born too. The smallest beastmen in his village by far, Namir had been shunned by his family as well as his clansmen. He spent most of his time trying to gain attention from those who surrounded him, wanting at least some confirmation that he was there. However, nothing he ever did ever got him the attention he needed so much, and so for the longest he had thought of himself to be an invisible being without a purpose of life. This changed however when he met two jackal pups in the middle of the forest he lived in who at first attacked and nearly killed him on their first meeting. He survived this encounter, and even though most would have ran away screaming he decided to raise them or at least help them until they were old enough to live on their own. Normally it was forbidden to make any contact with canines, but being the outcast that he was no one really bothered to stop him or report so he did as he pleased. So after having them warm up to him and such, he raised them just as he had planned and created a bond with them to the point that they decided never to leave him no matter where he went. Happy to finally gain he attention he sought he decided to become a beast tamer, much to his uncaring father dismay. It was rather strange for him to hear his tiger of a father telling him not to do something. Hell it was amazing that he was even speaking to him in the first place about anything. However, against his father's wishes, he left his home to fulfill his dream and found a nice little academy in which he decided to enter. Along the way he found a rather large egg that seemed abandon and so he took it along with him on his journey and now here he is.

Crush:

" I don't have anyone, but even if I did it wouldn't matter ...

I'm just an animal in their eyes anyway."

[Pm me if you wanna hit this tail you perverts!]

Other: Namir is an androgynous and does nothing to allow

the other species to know it's gender. It uses male pronouns mostly

so it is assumed that it is male.

Has a secret ability that it keeps hidden. When overwhelmed

he can change into a demonic cat or when wet he can change

into something entirely ... unexpected?

~Secrets~

His kids can be seen next to him. The one on the right is Isle

while the one on the left is Styx. They're both male.

Even though he lives in the dorms, he tends to sleep outside with

Isle and Styx as he doesn't feel all that comfortable leaving them to

sleep outside in the cold.

Carries the unhatched egg with him everywhere.​

 

[A Guileless Fable]

Name: Shadow; Lilith

Surname: Campanella

Age: Reanimated Age is 18; Actual Age is 20

Kind: Ghoul, Wight, Zombie. Many different names that her kind go by.

Appearance:

Personality:

Despite being just a bunch of dead meat and bones, Shadow is a rather energetic character. She is a rather talkative one and prefer playing rather than sitting still than doing nothing at all. Quite a weirdo and a lover of anime and manga, she has plenty of quirks that set her apart from all the others. A realist that lack seriousness, Shadow likes to keep a clear mind when thinking about difficult situations especially when it comes to arguments. Not one to easily anger, there are points in which she does get somewhat pissy, however, people are rarely able to push her to that extent. Despite appearing somewhat loose, she is quite the intelligent woman having experienced many different things during the time she was alive. Overall a fun loving girl who prefers being a weirdo over being a stick in the mud,

Staying in dorm: Yes/No

Classes:

Biology; Human Anatomy

Monster/Animal Anatomy

Math; General Class

English; General Class

Astronomy

Physical Therapy

Likes:

Cigarettes

Humans

Movies

Having Fun

Cold Areas

Meat

School

Anime

Manga

Refrigerators

Dislikes:

Being a Ghoul

Boring Things

Fools

Clowns

Hot Places

Roaches

Short history/bio:

There was only her. She wasn't anything, but a shadow. Not a human nor an animal, but a shadow destined to live for the one that shines in the sun, her. She found herself in the Campanella family at a very early age, maybe even born there ... she didn't know. As long as she could remember she never really existed, she was a cast away of an even brighter human. They called her her sister, but they all knew that they weren't related. Hell, they weren't even in the same social standing as one another. Well, there may have been some truth to this as they did look similar to the point they could have been mistaken for twins. Dubbing herself the shadow, she lived just that. The Campanella family was the owner of one of the most successful hotel services up-to-date with some member being big figures in the political world. As any other business they had fierce competition that would love having them gone, and with their daughter their next in line to inherit the corporation they'd do any to get rid of her ... including her family. To avoid any harm coming to her, they needed body double, someone who could take all the attacks away from her and onto themselves. Who better to fit that bill then the Shadow, a child that looks exactly the same as she did. And so, she spent most of her life acting as a body double for her supposed sister until her untimely death at the hands of a sniper during one of the many business meeting held by her "father's" rivaling company. When she awoke shortly after her funeral, she was alone and so has been roaming the earth as a ghoul until coming to her current school.

Crush:

"Don't got one."

[Pm if you have that type of fetish o-o You

Necrophiliacs...]

Other:

- Her actual name isn't Shadow but Lilith.

- All her current scars were received during her lifetime.

- Was (and still is) blinded in her right eyes during her time which is why it's is

a different color than her left.

-She eats humans, although she is capable of eating other

things her life is dependent on human flesh.

-Has no clue who revived her nor their reason

for doing so.

- She is unable to feel as all her nerve endings are dead. Only

her brain cell and heart remain alive.

-Prone to having her limbs fall off.​

 

[A Guileless Fable]

• Just Your Average Joe
• This Joe Ain't So Average
• Russel
• Troy
• It

• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Username: A Guileless Fable
  
  
  Name: Veronica Smith
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Species: Human
  
  
  Age: 26
  
  
  Height: 5"9'
  
  
  Weight: 135 Lb
  
  
  Which side you are on:
  
  
  "Hmmm, In this situation I guess I'll be on the good guys side. So humans, and frankly I hate Gijinkas."
  
  
  Scars:
  
  
  "Well I have a stab wound from a Gallade that almost took me out on my stomach, burns on back from the time I took a blast from a Charizard guy . . . Oh and my favorite would be the 3 scars on my leg parallel to each other thanks to a Zangoose. I have plenty others, but that's to much explaining to do, so that'll have to do for now."
  
  
  Mental state:
  
  
  "Sane nearing the edge of insanity seems to suit me."
  
  
  Psychical state:
  
  
  "I'm as clean as a whistle, or the barrel of a rifle."
  
  
  
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  Personality:
  
  
  Intelligent, cheerful, sadistic, and crazy would be the terms used to describe Veronica Smith. Having been trained at a young age to be a deadly solider, she has befriended death and no longer holds what people call fear. She may be slightly philosophical, because she finds it the most fun when things absolutely make no sense whatsoever. Yeah, philosophy does that to a person. Surprising optimistic, she tends to send chills down enemies and allies alike with her signature smile she holds while sometimes humming a tone amiss all the screams. A weirdo at heart, the only thing that bothers her are gijinka. She hates them and funny enough, doesn't know why. She hates them because she was born to hate them is the only things she can come up with. This most likely stems from her father having hated them and telling her that she should hate them as well.
  
  
  History:
  
  
  A hate born from nothing, that is all it is. Veronica was born and raised in Fortree City with a single father, nothing was ever as it should be. From the time she was able to stand all she knew of was war, blood, the piercing cries of those screaming, and hate. Her father was a veteran who fought in the war against creatures known as the Gijinka, beastly things that have the abilities of a pokemon but the faces of humans. No longer could he fight thanks to a Kabutop's Gijinka slicing off his left leg leaving him immobile. However, this wasn't enough to make the old man quit so he simply changed ranks from First Sargent to Trainer. Ever since she was a little girl her father always told her that Gijinkas weren't to be trusted, that they were disgusting and needed to be put out of their misery. At first she really didn't mind them, but slowly with each passing day and the words flowing through her like a cleansing water a small seed of hatred began to sprout. She slowly adopted the ideology of her father who in turn began training her to become the best solider for the human army. So when she turned 5, training began and never once did there seem like an ending.
  
  
  Cut the neck. Learn their weakness. No mercy. Those were the things that filled her thoughts on the training field with other's like herself. While the other girls in town were squealing over new clothes, she was happy with the knife she'd received. While they chatted and giggled, she spat dots and dashes into a walky talky. While they played their instruments, she orchestrated a symphony of screams, and when they slept she did too, because . . . she was just an ordinary girl. On her 10th birthday, her father presented her with something that never once crossed her mind. It was a small rufflet, a pokemon, inside of a small pokeball that he had manage to get through some connections even with pokeball being rare. To be completely honest, pokemon had never really been part of her life other than the Houndooms that protected the training area and the Chanseys that roamed the medical tent. None of them bothered her, so in turn she didn't bother them, that was her relationship with pokemon. However, with this little rufflet beside her she knew of nothing to do with it. Veronica's days were packed with training, an hour or two of eating, and sleep. She brought this to her father who simply replied," You're my daughter, you make it happen."
  
  
  With that, he left her with the normal// flying type pokemon. Without any prior knowledge of the creature before it she came up with only a single solution. It did what she did. Russel spent every waking hour with his new trainer, crawling through mud, sneaking around the base, and something else. Now that she had a flying pokemon she was allowed to join the Air Force, a group of people who specialize in aerial assault via pokemon. Through their time together, a bond was made between solider as well as family that would never break no matter the weight pushed upon them. Soon another joined the group, a stray Scyther ventured into the training camp swinging it's scythe aiming for the nearest limb available. When they first met, Veronica didn't like him to much, his scythe reminded her of the Kabuto that chopped her father's leg off. So she and it battled, the now evolved Russel watching from his self-made perch of metal. She almost lost her head once or twice . . . five or seven . . . too many times to count. Her head, her arms, her legs, all were in danger of flying although she doubted they'd soar well to be consider flying. Maybe Gliding? Well, it kinda didn't matter if she was gonna be an amputee like her robotic father.
  
  
  The battle ended with a bloodied Veronica, a triumphant scyther, and a new found friendship that no one saw coming. Joining her unit, the final member was what she was seeking to destroy. She was 20 at the time, her father having long since passed leaving his trainer position to one of the more suited candidates while she crawled up the ranks to his old position of First Sergeant. While raiding the Gijinka's hiding spot with the goal of murdering them all, she found one to be particularly useful. A female tyranitar, dripping with a beautiful red as she had been shot multiple times but still standing upright shooting shadow balls at her squadron. Interested, she took on the beast personally, along with Troy who seemed to want a piece of the action. The eager scizor got what he wanted as he fought against the wounded female, the creature taking hits that should have killed her but didn't even make her flinch. It was a bullet to the legs that finally got her down, Veronica tired of waiting for the battle to finish. Now normally this is where the cutting of the throat would occur, but instead she decided to keep her. It wasn't rare seeing as their were other people who controlled Gijinkas at the base.
  
  
  Ever since then she has abused and used the tyranitar restraining her movements as she still fights captivity till this very day . . . a savage one alrighty. Considered of the best soldiers of her time she continues killing as many Gijinkas as she could possible and if one were to ask her why she'd respond with "I don't remember anymore. Now when is the next mission."
  
  
  Specalized weapon:
  
  
  "I have a great assortment of weapons, but mainly Monofilament Wires that are threaded in my gloves and a gun or rifle doesn't really matter to me."
  
  
  
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  Name: Russel
  
  
  Species: Braviary
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Type: Normal || Flying
  
  
  Ability: Defiant
  
  
  Move Set:
  
  
  • Brave Bird
    
  • Return
    
  • Superpower
    
  • U-turn
    
  
  
  History:
  
  
  There isn't much to Russel other than the time he was born in the hatchery. From that point on he was to be sent to be used as a weapon, but was luckily given to Veronica on her 1oth birthday. At first he was a weakling to scared to look at what was in front of him, but eventually learned how to brave things out. He saw a power in Veronica that he had never felt before and created a strong bond with his trainer. He's been with her ever since.
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  • Loyal
    
  • Protective
    
  • Understanding
    
  • Strong
    
  • Intelligent
    
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Name: Troy
  
  
  Species: Scizor
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Type: Bug || Steel
  
  
  Ability: Technician
  
  
  Move Set:
  
  
  • Bullet Punch
    
  • Superpower
    
  • Sword Dance
    
  • Bug Bite
    
  
  
  History:
  
  
  Unknown.
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  • Militant
    
  • Hyper
    
  • Active
    
  • Short-tempered
    
  • Fun-loving
    
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Name:
  
  
  "Monsters don't need names, so It will suffice."
  
  
  Species: Tyrnaitar
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Type: Rock || Dark
  
  
  Ability: Sandstream
  
  
  Move Set:
  
  
  • Crunch
    
  • Rock Slide
    
  • Low Kick
    
  • Protect
    
  • Dark Pulse
    
  
  
  

 

[A Guileless Fable]

• A Subject to Your World
• A World Subjected to My Own
• Where Me and It Intertwine
• Megatama

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  Username: A Guileless Fable
  
  
  Name: Aaleahya
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Species: Gijinka
  
  
  Age: 52, but has been mistaken for 24 due to her slow aging.
  
  
  Height: 6'1"
  
  
  Weight: 145 Lb
  
  
  Which side you are on:
  
  
  "I would prefer to stay out of this useless squabble, but I would have to side with my fellow Gijinka when time calls for it."
  
  
  Scars:
  
  
  "Very few things mark my body aside from the occasional scratches I don't have any major injury."
  
  
  Mental state:
  
  
  "Peaceful and Serene with a clear view."
  
  
  Psychical state:
  
  
  "I'm am fine, no need to fret over me child."
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Gentle and wise, Aaleahya is very motherly towards the younger generation of pokemon, human (If not hostile), and Gijinka alike. Not enjoying violence, you may consider her a pacifist, but she understands there is a need for fighting at times and is not completely against it. Some may think of her as cold or uncaring when she decides to watch instead of helping, or just leaving all together. She think one learns best from having experienced it rather than being told, so if one most kill each other than so be it (although she mostly intervenes at that point. Fight, but no killing in front of her.) Calm and sometimes cruel she might entertain herself by playing a little joke on someone, not all the time, but with old age comes a prolonged boorishness that is quite hard to get over. Lastly she is quite secretive about herself, telling no one her past nor telling them anything of worthwhile information. Her role in the war is unknown, but it seems she is on the Gijinka side for the most past. However, many consider her to be an outsider and tend not to involve themselves with a woman who has such a shady background. Laslty her sense of humor is frightening. Finding death and harm to be quite funny she tends to come up with jokes that depict mutilation, strangulation, intoxication, and anything other gory thing there is to life. Has no filter when it comes to joke telling, and acts confused when she sees frightened faces wondering why no one is laughing. (Her threats may be included with her jokes, one never knows.)
  
  
  History:
  
  
  Alone, amongst the burning trees and a single crater, a grayish child laid in the center of ashes. When she awoke, she knew nothing, saw nothing, but felt everything. The wind that passed through her body, the silent quaking of the Earth, and the heart of the volcano before her easing her fright. The child had no name, no family, no home, only the naked body along with a smaller pair of secondary limbs that covered her stomach. So the volcano named her without an audible voice . . . she'd be called Aaleahya. Aaleahya was five at the time of her awakening, everything behind her was something of a blur, a bad movie with a shaky cam would be something of equivalence to the haze of her past. Like an infant, she knew nor understood anything, her location, who she was, what she was, or how she came to be. The only thing she thought she knew is that she was indeed there, may it be physically or mentally she was standing in the middle of trees and ash. Aaleahya roamed the seemingly empty plot of land until she came upon a rocky creature, a little animal that repeated the words "Shuckle". Surprisingly, she knew what it was saying although it's words didn't sound anything like her own. It explained to her where she was, who she was (or at least the what she was), and nothing more. From that point the Shuckle became her guide as well as a friend of her own.
  
  
  As time passed, she grew rather slowly, her body maturing later then it should be possible. When she was 15 she appeared to be 10, and when she was 20, 17 so on and so forth. During her growth, she learned many different things from her shuckle companion, the world was vast, the food plentiful, and the creatures . . . What could be said for them? He warned her of the varying species known as pokemon, which he was considered, Gijinka (her class), and humans, something that she was apparently related to in some way. As a child, she had to learn how to survive, her friend advising her that she needed to live her way and not his own. Which was quite difficult in the beginning since the only way she was accustomed to was his own, however, a change is hard, but not totally impossible, so her work began. Her wings at the time (15) were still to thin to hold her body, so her only mode of transportation was walking. Difficult indeed. It was rather hard figuring out which food were edible and which were, finding the smell of meat to be disgusting while various fruits and grasses intoxicating. Herbivore . . . Check! There was a time where she accidentally bit another pokemon, a Lilligant who seemed quite frightened by the random bite from a "Volcarona" as she called her.
  
  
  A Volcarona? What in the world was that? She apologized before questioning her statement, the grass Pokemon explaining that she was a Bug || Fire Pokemon called a Volcarona. It also stated that there was another one that took residence in the Volcano that rested in the center. Curious to see her own species, she traveled up the mountain, the Shuckle warning her not to enter in fear of the wrath of the Pokemon she was planning to face. Assuring that she'd run at the sign of hostility, she entered the mouth of the Volcano to see a dancing insect like creature feeding dust to it's volcanic home. It was quite a stunning sight, and the heat of the volcano on her charcoal skin felt . . . right. Suddenly, the pokemon turned in her direction, it's compound eyes peering down at her with a sense of anger and then a burning rage that she didn't think existed. It charged at her, spewing fires from it tiny mouth down on her, the flame nearing frying her where she hid. Luckily she moved before it connected. Fire continued to rain down on her before the Volcarona got tired giving her enough time to approach the being who was still on guard.
  
  
  "Why do you attack me?" she'd ask.
  
  
  "(Because your kind knows nothing but destruction and chaos. Just like the humans you fight against.)" it yelled, spitting out a small flame.
  
  
  "What do you mean?" Aaleahya questioned, unsure of what it was speaking about.
  
  
  "(Your people, the Gijinka, or whatever your name is. You battle endlessly with the humans, bringing havoc to the pokemon around you even making this great Volcano cry due to your selfishness.)" it answered.
  
  
  The two talked, the Volcarona become slightly lest angry as time passed, until it told her everything. Apparently these human's fought her kind in an attempt to eradicate them, battle ensuing in this area caused the Pokemon to become quite hostile towards both side. Understanding this, she told the fellow that she was not the one causing harm, although this still didn't get her into his good graces. Finding something of similar origins, she thought it may be best to learn from him, and even though he refused her multiple times she still tried to get him to mentor her. It took a good 5 months before he gave into her wishes, and taught her everything she needed to know (But living in the volcano was strictly prohibited). During her training, her good friend, Shuckle found him a mate with one of the neighboring females. As time flowed, she learned a great deal of things from her mentor and even a few moves to help her to survive. Her wings became sturdy enough to lift her, and for the first time, she was enjoying her new abilities. That all changed when she saw her first battle between a Leafeon Gijinka and a strange light skinned creature that she had concluded to be human. The human had the help of a fire Pokemon called at a Magmar in which it used to burn the latter and eventually killing him. It was the first death she witnessed, but undoubtedly not the last.
  
  
  From that point on she came into regular contact with Gijinkas often, sometimes human, but Gijinkas mostly. Volcarona was right, these squabbles were meaningless and held no meaning to whatsoever. She decided to stay out of them and focused on living normally, until a forest fire erupted from one of their battles. Quenching the wild fire, her old friend had to find a new home for him and his family of now four. She helped them relocate in which Shuckle ask to live with them, but she refused saying she'd rather be in the forest of their old home. Saddened by her answer, he gave her one of his children who was still in it's egg. He told her that this little one would be a little piece of him that so she'd never be lonely. Happy, she hugged the pokemon before leaving with the egg in hand. Another 15 years passed and she's turned 52. Many things occurred in those 15 years, but that's a story for another day.
  
  
  
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  Ability: Flame Body
  
  
  Move Set:
  
  
  • Heat Wave
    
  • Quiver Dance
    
  • Protect
    
  • Bug Buzz
    
  • Rage Powder
    
  
  
  
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  Name: Megatama
  
  
  Species: Shuckle
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Type: Bug || Rock
  
  
  Ability: Sturdy
  
  
  Move Set:
  
  
  • Sticky Web
    
  • Encore
    
  • Toxic
    
  • Rock Tomb
    
  
  
  History:
  
  
  Born to Aaleahya, Megatama may have had the weirdest childhood of any Shuckle. Currently 14, when he was old enough to remember he always thought his mother was a little bit odd. For one, he looked nothing like her and two she was way taller than him. He cried a lot while growing up, which often times got him one out of two things : A gentle rocking in his "mother's" arm or a death defying fall from a cliff when Aaleahya felt her son needed to improve on his life skills. At the tender age of six, she took him to meet his biological parents, a pair of shuckles with children a year older than him. She had given him the option of staying there with them or living with her, seeing as the war between her kind and humans was really heating up. Of course he choose his mother over the complete stranger. He loved Aaleahya even though she tried to kill him countless of times, and feel lonely without her. Plus, knowing that she wasn't his real mother he began to develop a childish crush on her (Ewwww. She knows this, but allows him to do what he wants knowing he'll grow out of it eventually). As time went on, his crush diminished seeing her as a real mother instead of a love interest and besides the age cap was too big to look over despite her young appearance. He's been with her ever since, monitoring the battles that happen within their vicinity. He dislikes both Gijinka and human due to the great amount of disrespect they give towards his "mother".
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  • Shy
    
  • Clumsy
    
  • Awkward
    
  • Boisterous (When alone with his "mother")
    
  • Idiotic
    
  • Childish
    
  • Lazy
    
  
  
  

 

[A Guileless Fable]

The Belle of The Ball of Death Gun



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• The Basics
• Digging A Little Deeper
• Teigu
• Everything Else

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  Name: Belle Heartland
  
  Age: 18
  
  Hobbies:
  
  Breathing
  
  Gardening
  
  Walking
  
  Falling
  
  Getting Hurt
  
  Moving
  
  Playing Pranks on Friends
  
  Likes
  
  Mask
  
  Capes
  
  Hood
  
  Anything that covers her face
  
  Animals
  
  Life
  
  Reading
  
  Dislikes
  
  Blood
  
  Pollution
  
  Littering
  
  Failure
  
  Forgetting
  
  Night Raid
  
  Him [HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE]​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Reason why you joined: "I'm looking for someone, but you see I'm broke soooooooooooo money makes the world go round right. Ya send me here you send me there and then boom! I meet the person I'm looking for.... Don't glare at me like that! I'm fated to meet this person, I just wanna make fate go a little bit faster."
  
  
  Personality: Clumsy, Anemic, and fragile is what describes Belle the most. Not overly energetic like her appearance may suggest, but unusually cheerful for her circumstances and level headed she fits the saying of "not judging a book by it's cover". She is rather intelligent for her appearance, and enjoys reading whenever she can. Naturally shy to newcomers she is easy to warm up against people she think could possibly be her friends, but it rather cautious to outsider. One could even say she is downright hostile towards people outside of Death Gun although she has learned to keep this in check being a member, but she still holds hateful feelings towards those she does not know. She tends to be random and clingy to her friends and tries her best to live her life to the fullest as she now has the opportunity to live instead of watch. Extremely weird, she enjoys talking to herself ... alot. (Just like her creator. ). She tries very hard to understand new trends (explains why she dresses as she does), but still finds it hard to communicate with others without it being awkward.
  
  
  Bio: Born in a middle class family in the capital, Belle was an abnormally sickly child. She had been given a frail body and terrible lung disease which required her to wear a gas mask that would ultimately lead her to live a sheltered life and crushed any hopes of her living a normally. Her parents were distraught to find that their daughter would not be able to go about life like other children her age, but being born with nothing but them Belle was weirdly okay with the situation. She had never experienced what other called normal and therefore did not yearn for it as how can one yearn for something that they have never had or seen before. Her day was usually spent in her room reading books, building puzzles, and looking through the small window that rested beside her bed. Her parents would often play with her and tell her stories about the outside world, something she thought to be extraordinary. When her mother or father weren't entertaining her with strange adventures she watched the world change from outside her window. The flowers blooming in the spring, the sun burning in the summer, the leaves changing in the fall, and the snow falling in the winter. So many things happening around her that she didn't understand, but she enjoyed every bit of it. Oddly enough, she was happy with the cards she had been dealt and figured that as long as she had her parents and this window she was okay with the way things were. However everything good must come to an end at some point.
  
  
  On her 13th summer, she had been stricken with high fever that the doctor said would kill her if not given the necessary treatment. When her father learned of the cost he was devastated and weeped as he held Belle's hand. What was he to do with as his child slowly died in front of him due to his lack of money. He didn't know, but he was determined to to do whatever was necessary to get the funds for his daughter, even if it meant dabbling in illegal affairs to do so. And so Belle stayed in her room nearing the verge of death as her parents visits became infrequent while the doctor came on a regular basis. During this time, she was beginning to heal as she had been given medicine that would eventually cure her illness and save her life. Time flew by, and her parents now rarely came to visit her, even when she had become significantly healthier than before. Feeling abandon, she stared out her window for awhile only to hear the voice of a man in black calling for her below. He was quite ordinary, but to her he was the most handsomest man (2nd to her father) she had ever seen (the only man she has ever conversed with) and conversed with him. Apparently he had just enter town not to long ago and was seeking shelter but knew not where an inn was. Bashfully, she pointed towards a swan that laid a few meters north telling the wanderer that it was there. Thankful for his help, he promised to come visit her tomorrow which she attempted refusing but he had already left before she could tell him no.
  
  
  And so he came as he promised, and they chatted through the tiny window where she at first shooed him away, but later warmed up to him company and began telling him all kinds of stuff about her. She hated when his eyebrows furrowed, and loved the way he smiled when she told him a story. A feeling grew within her that she had never registered before, but she didn't at all dislike it. In fact she enjoyed it's warmth very much and decided to let it fester to what she would soon be calling pain. As usual, he came to her house, however, his face seemed dark and heavy as if burden with something that weighed down on him. They chatted as usual, but this time he asked about her parents, specifically her father who was now frequent in his visits to her although a little haggard he was still him. She answered, unaware to why he would ask about her parents which seemed so out of character for him. However, it would all come together as he came into her home and murdered her mother and father in the name of ... Night Raid. It was too sudden. The door slammed open, her mother screaming her fathers name and soon a silence came over them both. What was happening? She didn't know, but she was prepared to find out as she staggered from her bed to see what all the commotion was about.
  
  
  There he was. Covered in blood midway up the stairs. Her father disembodied head hanging from his hand while her mother intestines laid sprawled across the floor. Why are her parents dead? What was he doing here? Her heart began to race, to the point where she collapsed and went into a panic attack. The man she "loved" killed her only family, but that was not the worst of it all. Not in the least. When she awoke in the hospital she found herself heavily wounded and ... her legs, or what's left of them, were now stumps. She howled, going into another panic attack and once again she fainted. Waking up for the second time, she was met with a well dressed woman who held a wooden mask that asked her ,"Do you want revenge?" Belle knew of the word, but never once had she thought of it. But as she was now, her parents dead, and her lover their killer, she wanted it. She wanted so badly she could taste the blood that filled within her mouth. Agreeing to the lady, she gave her a mask to replace her own and soon a surge of pain ran through he body causing her to convulse and piss herself. Somehow, she managed to stay awake through it all much to the woman's delight. With this she was recruited into Death Gun and with a few mechanics and some rehab she regain fully functionally legs as well as a healthier frame due to her new Teigu she inadvertently named Koh.
  
  
  
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  #124 Mask of Bestial Transfigurations: Koh
  
  
  
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  Dormant Form:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Made from the flesh of a Danger Beast known for devouring the faces of those unlucky enough to cross it's path, Koh main ability is it's transformation quality. A mixed between a biological and offensive type teigu it mainly transforms into a stag like creature and increases physical prowess.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ceryneian Hide Version 1
  
  (Mask can be seen in Version 2)
  
  During this transformation, the user fuses with the mask to become one with no physical difference other than increase of all other 5 senses as well as the inclusion of a sixth sense. Special to this user, the mask transform into a that of a stag that covers nearly half of her face. While in version 1 her hands and feet are harden and have a similar feel to hooves reinforced with steel which can be used to batter the opponent.​
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Trump:​
  
  
  
  Ceryneian Hide Version 2: Le Regalia
  
  
  Spoiler

  
  
  In this version of Cerynian Stag, the wearer transforms into a more bestial form of the prior mask (in this case a large stag). User with small will or beginner are capable of losing themselves and their humanity while in this form so it necessary for the user to have a strong mentality if in this form. This transformation brings in a greater changes within the 5 senses than that of it's previous forms, but it also grant the user the ability to use a form of magic that takes the shape of a beam that forms from the "mouth" of the creature.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Sibling: Born an only child and will never have the chance of a sibling.
  
  
  Relationship/Crush: None worth mentioning.
  
  
  Other: Possible reasons her father was killed is due to human trafficking and the torturing of slaves in order to earn the money necessary for Belle's medical fees.
  
  
  

 

[A Guileless Fable]

• At a Glance
• In the Abyss
• Neptune
• Jupiter
• Uranus

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  Name: Nysa Comet
  
  
  Age: Nearing the end of her 17th year.
  
  
  Alignment: The bad guy's bad guy's lackey. In other words, Team Delta.
  
  
  Height: 4"8'
  
  
  Weight: 115 Lb
  
  
  
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  Bio:
  
  
  When the sun rose and fell in an instant and there was nothing but you, would you call that loneliness? Being born in Fallarbor Town to two overly obsessed scientists, life was what one would consider ... cliche really. The kid left alone at home to fend for herself, the super scientist venturing off into the world of the unknown. Yeah, pretty boring story if you think about it. Nysa spent most of her days outside with a book in hand, most likely one from her parent's wide assortment, and would read. Probably the best thing they ever did for her in her opinion. They weren't outstanding cooks, they rarely ate themselves, they weren't greatmotivators, unless it was for meteorites, or understanding unless again for some space rocks. Yeah, they weren't fit to be caretakers, which often made her wonder how in the world were they able to get out the lab long enough to make her. Wait. Never mind. She really didn't want to think about it. The nightmares would start piling on if she let her imagination run amuck. When she was around 6 or 7 she had already accumulated a great knowledge for many things, pokemon being one of them, although stars interested her more than the overgrown pets did. She could remember when her classmate bragged about getting his first pokemon, a Torchic, and he'd go rambling on and on about how awesome it was and all the other stuff kids like him bragged about. Nysa shot down his pretentious attitude with hard core facts stating that sooner or later the Torchic would die at some point while stars would last for billions of years (something she just had to add). A fight broke out and both were sent home for today, an empty house as always with no angry parents in sight. Disciplining are for idiots she assumed and off to her room to start on a new set of books that her parents had just recently ordered. Yay!
  
  
  Nysa hated school, finding it overbearing and narrow minded as they only focused about pokemon this and pokemon that. What was so great about living flamethrowers or fire hoses?! Besides all the pokemon junk they were spewing, everything they taught was so simple that she wondered how the school was even running with such grade school questions. When she was 10, she did what any other kid her age did, went to the professor to get her first pokemon. Nysa groaned at the rehearsed explanation about how this is the start of something great and other bull she was sure the man told all the other kids who passed through his doors. Once the orientation, as she called it, was finished she choose her "partner" as Birch would call it. Out of her three choices, she picked the mudkip since it's cheeks reminded her of the pointed edges of stars, more than she could say for the orange fluff ball and the arrogant leaf. So with her "partner" in tow, she began her "journey" as a pokemon trainer. She left her house without bidding her parents farwell, not like they were going to be there, but at least they could start bidding good bye, to the stash of book she took. Probably infuriate them to the point they go super nova and start destroying everything. Now that would be a sight to see, but finally free from the darkness of that wretched house she wasn't going to wait to see.
  
  
  At first, the blue thing was quite annoying, jumping out of it's pokeball whenever it pleased. Taking bites from her books whenever she was sleeping or wasn't paying attention. Oh how she hated him with a burning passion. There were points where she wanted to throw him over a cliff they were passing or leave his pokeball somewhere and never look back, but never did she do it. She didn't understand why she didn't and concluded that she was simply too lazy to go through all the trouble for something so trivial. The pink haired child spent more time trying to get rid of her pokemon than catching her own. She'd swat him away and sometimes kick him to get the thing away from her, sometimes shooting her with a bubble beam. After a month of this torture, she finally decided to let him go. Releasing him from her pokeball and out into the wild, much to his surprise. When she left, she could see the sadness in his face as he waddled away much to her delight. On her way to the next town, she accidentally bumped into a Teddiursa, the little beast crying until a rather intimidating Ursaring popped from behind a large tree. Crap, she was done for. Nysa ran, but the hibernator pokemon would not stop and continued to follow her until she was out and breathe. Tears fell from her eyes as the bipedal monster attacked, a small scream exiting her mouth before something unexpected occurred.
  
  
  The Mudkip she had released had apparently followed her and was now fighting against the one ton giant, biting and scratching as much as he possible could. Why was he doing this? After all the times she hit him and beat him, why was he risking his life for her when he wasn't even her pokemon anymore! Then it came to her. The reason why he did all that was because he wanted her attention. Never really knowing what it felt like to get attention, Nysa didn't know how to give it either. So all the times she thought he was being annoying, he just wanted what she wanted at one point in her life. Love. Cliché, everything that happened felt like something that came out of a storybook, but she wasn't mad, but warm. Once the battle came to an end, with a worn out Ursaring and a badly injured Mudkip, Nysa knew what she had to do. Immediately she took . . . Neptune, to a pokemon center and pleaded with the Nurse Joys to help him. They complied and after a week he was good as new, but there was something still broken that needed to be fixed. Did he want to be with her or live freely? She wasn't going to stop him, although the answer seemed clear enough as it was. Going through the stuff she put him through, one would pick the latter right? He didn't. Neptune chose to stay with her even though she yelled at him, even though she beat him, even though she abandoned him . . . he stayed. She never cried so much in her life, and something change. Although not significant, a change did occur.
  
  
  Nysa began to cherish Neptune more, and although she still didn't go around catching pokemon she started searching for those she thought were interesting. She even trained Neptune as he had always wanted going against gym leaders to better himself. She caught her second pokemon, a Cleffa, while venturing to Kanto when she was around 11 going on 12. Soon afterwards, she caught a honedge while in the Kalos region visiting one of the renowned observatories it had recently built. Speaking truthfully, she rather enjoyed herself and experienced fun for the first time, but that all would change when a unknown team started popping up catching everyone's pokemon with some strange device. Soon, they manage to capture Neptune in which she decided to join them in order to get them back. She really didn't care for their goal or what not as long as her pokemon, her family, was safe. Four years have passed since then and hasn't really cared much for Team Delta nor the resistance. As long as she can keep her pokemon and continue her research on the universe anywhere is fine by her.
  
  
  Extra:
  
  
  • Although she originally hated pokemon, there were four that caught her eye and still do. These four are Deoxys, Jirachi, Mew, and Crescelia for being extraterrestrial pokemon. This also includes Lunatone and Solrock although the four above are still more impressive than the others.
    
  • She may dress flamboyantly, but she really not into fashion. Just something she liked.
    
  • Scared of Thunder and Ursarings.
    
  
  
  
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  Name: Neptune
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Ability: Torrent
  
  
  Type: Water || Ground
  
  
  Species: Swampert
  
  
  Noticeable Traits: Loyal || Protective || Fierce || Outgoing
  
  
  Held Item: None
  
  
  Move Set:
  
  
  • Earthquake
    
  • Waterfall
    
  • Ice Beam
    
  • Protect
    
  
  
  
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  Name: Jupiter
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Ability: Magic Guard
  
  
  Type: Fairy
  
  
  Species: Clefairy
  
  
  Noticeable Traits: Cheerful || Mischievous || Playful || Friendly
  
  
  Held Item: Leftovers
  
  
  Move Set:
  
  
  • Calm Mind
    
  • Soft-Boiled
    
  • Moonblast
    
  • Stored Power
    
  
  
  
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  Name: Uranus
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Ability: Stance Change
  
  
  Type: Steel || Ghost
  
  
  Species: Aegislash
  
  
  Noticeable Traits: Calm || Clumsy || Collected || Intelligent
  
  
  Held Item: Weakness Policy
  
  
  Move Set:
  
  
  • King's Shield
    
  • Shadow Ball
    
  • Flash Cannon
    
  • Secret Sword
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Was given to him as a gift,
  
  and so he where's it when around
  
  the base.​
  
  
  
  

 

[A Guileless Fable]

Witch of the Abyss

Name: Elois Campanella; Witch of the Abyss

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Witch

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Class: Criminal

Preference for magic fuel:

- Corruption - Death Energy - Emotion -

Weapons:

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Magic:

Elois is reliant on magic, and as such she has done her best to perfect the magic she has been gifted to the extremes. Her strongest magic lies with Death & Corruption while seriously lacking in Emotion as she is capable of using only two types of said magic being Void and Death Magic. Despite her youthful appearance, she is quite adept in the use of Death magic feeling no remorse to those she may inexplicably harm. However, due to the lack of practitioners willing to learn the ways of Death Magic it is quite a limited in the amount of currently known spells that can be cast while using it. However, there is also an abundance of life essence that can be absorbed due to the lack of magicians making the few spells more stable and stronger than that of other magic types.

Abilities:

Unlike many magicians in this world of today, Elois was not born with her magic ability intact. She later received it during her lifetime as a human before becoming the witch that she is now. With this being said, she has the uncanny ability to see the souls of both the living and the dead which normally is undetectable to the naked eye. Normally the soul usually depicts the character of the person and is able to converse with her when she sees it depending on what she needs to know. However, some souls are capable of ignoring her call when asked, so this power is not very cooperative at points. Along with that she is capable of conjuring a number of undead being as well as a demon or two with the use of her staff. She also has one other ability, but she has yet to use it so refuses to talk about it.

Strengths:

Death magic is where Elois skill lies, as she is capable of conjuring multiple spells consecutively without breaking a sweat. She has incredible stamina for her age and can go for days without eating and still maintain her condition. Also one of her strengths is that she is skilled at keeping her emotions in check and thinking logically even during the toughest of situation. Thanks to this quirk of her, she can manipulate a raging opponents movements and attacks to her favor leaving her the victors of her duels.

Weaknesses:

Elois has a hard time dealing with people up close and outside her range of magic. Refining her skill solely in the magical arts, she has completely neglected to better herself in the way of physical hand to hand combat or sword play. This is perhaps her weakest part of her is the fact she cannot defend against close ranges attacks. She has worked on ways to get around this handicap, but it still is extremely difficult to block and counter attacks that get within 3 meters of her location.

Personality:

If we were to describe her personality in one word it would be an actor. Life is full of little white lies and mask that hide the wearers true intentions, Elois just happen to be a master at portraying her character. Her personality is solely dependent on her needs and want at the moment. Her current mask is that of a clumsy yet cutesy imbecile who could be considered to have the worst hand to eye coordination humanly possible. However, in actuality she is a rather manipulative and sly character willing to do anything to reach her end goal. Good at concealing her emotion she is rather insincere to those who serve no purpose and often categorize people by there usefulness. If you're useful than more likely than not she'll interact with you, and if you weren't then there was no point in wasting her time. She thinks logically and is extremely intelligent to the point where if she tried hard enough she could even become a royal strategist if it weren't for her current status.

 

[A Guileless Fable]

• Tamer
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  Name: Jun Akiyama
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Appearance: Standing in at around 5'9, taller than the average Japanese man and woman, Jun is a rather tall muscular girl. She weighs around 150 Lb, most of it being muscle instead of fat due to her intensive training. She has candy red hair that stops at her neck with pumpkin colored eyes to match. Normally seen in her high school uniform which consist of a black short skirt, a forest green blazer, a white collared shirt, and a red striped tie. Normally she wears black biking shorts underneath her skirt seeing as it tends to fly open whenever the wind blows. On off days she can be found in knee length khaki cargo pants, a red plaid jacket, a white muscle shirt, white sneakers, and her favorite white hat that reads "Mafia X".
  
  
  Personality: Jun's brain is the only muscle on her body she doesn't take the time to work out. An idiot by definition, she is not the brightest star in the sky and the one who's most likely to take a remake test in all her classes due to her idiocy. To add insult to injury she's a full blown tomboy and is the type of person to fight first and ask questions later. Lacking any feminine charm she tends to be treated like a man and for some odd reason is quite popular with girls. Giving credit where credit is due, she does use her head sometimes ... when it comes to headbutting her opponents. Although she is an idiot and a brawny fool, she makes up for this with her hard-work and people skills. She works hard at whatever she sets her mind to regardless of whatever it is. Even if she doesn't understand it and ultimately fails at it she continues to put forth 101% of effort. As for people skills, she is quite friendly and does mostly anything anyone asks her to as long as it doesn't fight against her beliefs.
  
  
  Background: Born inside a home with 2 older brothers, a sweet mother, and yakuza like father, life was pretty normal for Jun. Growing up she never really had a feminine figure to look up to since, though sweet, her mother had tendencies to toss her family members out the house often times returning to her old high school delinquent days. Her mother was probably the strongest yet scariest person in her household, so although she looked up to her Jun also held a perpetual fear of her. Jun spent most of her childhood playing with her brothers and picking up their habits turning into the masculine tomboy that she is today. For the most part, she enjoyed her childhood, although she did find her brothers to be a bit on the over protective side, but nonetheless she enjoyed herself to the fullest.
  
  
  It wasn't until middle school that her bad habits would start to manifest. She had already fought dozens of time in primary school without any repercussions, but as she went up a grade level she noticed how people started to look at her differently. They started weird rumors about her originally beginning with being a delinquent which soon escalated into fighting and beating a hundred guys in an all out brawl. It didn't really bother her much until her friends started leaving her one by one because of them. She eventually ended up a loner in middle school, and when that happened she began filling in the role the rumors had made her out to be. She skipped school, got into plenty of gang fights with other schools, and started hanging out with friends who held the same rep. as she did. It didn't take long before she got out of her "slump" and returned to school newer than before. Yeah, her mother had to sock it to her to get it through her thick skull, but she eventually learned that people didn't define a person, the person themselves do. Now a high school student, she left her violent past behind and in order to make a new start for herself. Still an idiot though.
  
  
  
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  Species: Fanbeemon
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Personality: FanBeemon is quite the cheerful digimon. Polite and level-headed he tends to apologize for Jun's otherwise seemingly rude actions. Somewhat set back by his tamer's apparent stupidity, he tends to lead her in the right direction when she gets lost or makes mistakes. Intelligent and quick witted, FanBeemon is the brains behind the brawn sometimes making it seem like he's the tamer and she the digimon.
  
  
  Digivolution Line: Pupumon || Puroromon || Fanbeemon || Waspman || CannonBeemon || TigerVespamon
  
  
  
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