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  <title>❛ ᴀᴀᴀʜ!! ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs! ❜</title>
  <subtitle>α вσх full σf mσnstєrs</subtitle>
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    <name>๓๏ภรtєгฬคг∂</name>
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  <updated>2012-01-13T23:23:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:17369</id>
    <author>
      <name>ᴜʀᴅɴᴏᴛ ɢʀᴜɴᴛ</name>
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    <lj:poster user="crushtheirbones" userid="43916961"/>
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    <title>mass effect ii ❚ grunt.</title>
    <published>2011-12-06T01:07:55Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-06T01:07:55Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="650"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="grunt" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/iI0IZ.png" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;CHARACTER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Grunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="" target="_blank"&gt;Mass Effect&lt;/a&gt; ( II ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Original or Alternative Universe:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon Point:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Number:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;SETTING&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;HISTORY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;Lorem Ipsum,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="impact"&gt;ABILITIES, WEAKNESSES &amp; POWER LIMITATIONS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;INVENTORY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;APPEARANCE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;AGE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;SAMPLES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;LOG SAMPLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;COMMS SAMPLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:17070</id>
    <author>
      <name>ɴɪᴄᴋ</name>
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    <title>the forsaken ❚ nick.</title>
    <published>2011-12-05T23:06:42Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-13T14:27:40Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="650"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="nick" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/ndItV.png" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;CHARACTER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Username:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="gotshithappens" lj:user="gotshithappens" &gt;&lt;a href="https://gotshithappens.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://gotshithappens.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;gotshithappens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0245120/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;The Forsaken&lt;/a&gt; ( 2001 ) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;HISTORY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As History and legend go, the First Crusade was a bloodbath. During the war, the only survivors were nine French Knights. Before them appeared Abaddon, the Angel of the Bottomless Abyss. The story goes that eight of these French Knights made a pack with the demon Abaddon for eternal life. To seal the deal, they made the ninth of the Knights the sacrifice to Abbadon, killing him by drinking his blood. However, when the sun came up, they were so ashamed of what they had done they could not stand the sight of each other. So instead they hid away in caves until nightfall and then went in separate ways, spread out all across the world. Forever cursed with the desire for human blood, never again able to walk in the light of day. They became known as the Forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do anything to do with Nick, who was living the rock 'n roll life during the year 2001? Well, about a little over a year ago, Nick was bitten by some "crazy chick" in a party. That one girl? The source of all of his problems. The two following days, he was sick as a dog and really thought he was going to die - so much, he dragged himself to the hospital. Lucky for him, one of the interns had been bitten and he knew what he was dealing with, so he gave him the cocktail of drugs that had been discovered in the late eighties (during the drug trials for AIDS) by a doctor that had also been bitten. It only slows the virus, as he was told, since the only cure for the infection is to track down the original Forsaken and kill him. Ever since, Nick has pursued the &lt;i&gt;career&lt;/i&gt;, if you could call it that, of a vampire hunter, trying to trace down the source of his infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings him to Sean, a simple guy driving through the Arizona desert to get to Florida to get to his sister's wedding. Unfortunately for Sean, he was driving and Nick needed a ride so when the opportunity presented itself, Nick grabbed Sean's wallet and conned him by telling him he would pay for gas if he would give him a ride.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#cccccc" face="georgia"&gt;❝&lt;/font&gt; &lt;tt&gt;We are fucked. Take a look at the world we inherited. We're a bunch of fast-food munching MTV freaks humping the great Amercian Dream. The generation before us sold their innocence for 200 digitally enhanced satellite stations, and it's been downhill ever since. They had Mickey Mouse, Easy Rider and The Beatles. We got South Park, The Blair Bitch and Ricky Martin. They had "Be here now!". We got "Shit Happens!". If that doesn't put thinks in perspective, I dunno what does. I mean, we're just Microsoft Neanderthals addicted to surfing Netland, still shitting in our nests. And every time i think about giving a rat's ass, I picture Monica making millions from sucking Bill's little red rooster. Just rockets me right back into reality.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#cccccc" face="georgia"&gt;❞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Nick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; consectetur adipiscing elit. Sed faucibus, orci sed sagittis placerat, mi risus dictum odio, a hendrerit est odio vel tortor. Etiam vel dolor consequat orci consequat cursus vel ut lorem. Vestibulum porttitor tincidunt nunc, ac sollicitudin felis bibendum et. Donec sagittis, risus vitae consequat sodales, tellus leo sollicitudin nunc, sit amet fringilla ante metus ullamcorper arcu. Curabitur sit amet ligula risus, eu cursus leo. Donec cursus iaculis dolor id convallis. Aenean diam lacus, convallis nec pellentesque vel, molestie a nisl. In at lectus ut augue interdum adipiscing. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Vestibulum sodales tempus dolor eget gravida. Aliquam euismod dapibus orci eu commodo. Morbi eu libero lorem. Fusce commodo placerat neque, et commodo lacus tristique eu. Quisque ut est non enim hendrerit scelerisque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morbi vehicula, urna at auctor interdum, elit leo posuere purus, eu interdum nulla leo in neque. Morbi in tortor nisl. Vivamus id eros mauris. Nulla facilisi. Aliquam erat volutpat. Mauris vel leo felis. Aenean pellentesque felis at augue suscipit ut sollicitudin ante gravida. Nam mollis pulvinar diam. Integer varius mi id magna hendrerit lobortis. Pellentesque tincidunt lobortis ipsum, eget tempor diam varius ullamcorper. Sed rutrum odio vitae nunc volutpat malesuada. Sed augue erat, imperdiet a viverra at, volutpat eget nibh. Morbi dolor ante, sollicitudin eu dictum sit amet, ultrices a sem. Integer metus enim, placerat in porttitor ac, tempor a diam. Donec elementum nunc at augue suscipit adipiscing. Integer ac lectus id ligula dictum fermentum. Donec at suscipit nulla. Aliquam at ornare mi. In tellus turpis, elementum eu consectetur sed, sagittis eu velit. Nunc sodales, risus id blandit eleifend, purus elit molestie erat, et consectetur nunc nunc sed tortor. Aenean mattis, erat ac porta porta, turpis justo porta enim, eu ultricies lorem lectus blandit nisl. Duis lacinia nulla et erat ultrices viverra. Duis a tortor sodales elit lacinia pulvinar in eu mauris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donec at nulla vitae nunc sodales cursus id non tortor. Cras non purus quis metus laoreet adipiscing suscipit vel nunc. Nam tempus enim in arcu elementum at pellentesque enim auctor. Vivamus quis pharetra lacus. Aenean vel elit quis felis facilisis convallis vitae nec mi. Morbi sollicitudin mauris ut metus placerat pharetra. Duis sed arcu ipsum, id tincidunt risus. Nulla et lectus sem, quis vulputate est.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cras interdum rutrum nisi nec pulvinar. Quisque lacinia, urna non cursus auctor, purus quam lobortis tortor, ut consequat est quam sed eros. Praesent sapien arcu, commodo tincidunt dictum cursus, accumsan at eros. Vestibulum mollis nisi at nulla tincidunt commodo. Nam non elit non leo luctus scelerisque a quis mauris. Nullam ultrices congue felis id porta. Sed pretium hendrerit lectus ac aliquet. Morbi non arcu sed diam semper molestie id id ipsum. Curabitur tincidunt tristique nunc sit amet accumsan. Cras vulputate tempus nulla, ac molestie nulla elementum eu. Integer a massa vitae magna viverra ullamcorper id vel mi. Quisque fringilla ultrices mi, quis scelerisque tortor commodo vel. Phasellus id augue lacus, sit amet iaculis sem. Nunc in mi sed eros dictum molestie vel eget justo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proin sit amet lectus ac leo tristique commodo. Maecenas et justo sit amet dui sollicitudin accumsan sodales in libero. Cras dui nunc, pulvinar vel dignissim ac, lacinia et dui. Donec malesuada tincidunt diam, at tincidunt metus porttitor a. Vivamus est dui, ultricies consequat ullamcorper et, adipiscing nec libero. Vivamus viverra nibh in sem blandit sodales aliquam nisl aliquet. Nulla mollis laoreet augue, eu dictum ligula sollicitudin et. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Phasellus vulputate venenatis vestibulum. Proin non lorem vel neque scelerisque interdum in nec enim. Cras at urna eu mi molestie varius id ut dolor. Praesent tempor enim id turpis consectetur eget vulputate dui consequat. Sed ut ante eros. Pellentesque vel sapien mauris. Sed euismod ornare velit eget mattis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proin eget tortor risus. Suspendisse a nulla arcu. Integer sem leo, hendrerit a elementum nec, dapibus eget mauris. 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Maecenas a tellus magna, quis semper elit. Cras eget velit augue. Etiam nec congue lectus. Cum sociis natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Nam blandit mauris non diam ultrices in tempor est auctor. Nulla feugiat sodales est sed vulputate. Mauris at dolor et magna varius facilisis aliquam nec nunc. Donec justo tellus, blandit in rhoncus et, viverra et libero. Maecenas aliquet enim eget velit blandit aliquet. Pellentesque sollicitudin rutrum urna nec gravida. Maecenas ac metus arcu. Vestibulum ante ipsum primis in faucibus orci luctus et ultrices posuere cubilia Curae; Sed sit amet. &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;SAMPLES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;NETWORK ENTRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;LOG SAMPLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:16767</id>
    <author>
      <name>яαɪᴄʜσ.</name>
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    <lj:poster user="matriotism" userid="36932516"/>
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    <title>monsters! ❚ a terrible noise.</title>
    <published>2011-09-11T00:41:57Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-05T18:13:02Z</updated>
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    <category term="- canon: monsters!"/>
    <category term="matriotism: raicho"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="650"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;PLAYER INFORMATION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name (or internet handle):&lt;/b&gt; Ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current characters in Bete Noire:&lt;/b&gt; N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Past characters in Bete Noire:&lt;/b&gt; N/A&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="raicho" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/sQ4lx.gif" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;CHARACTER INFORMATION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Raicho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Livejournal Username:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="matriotism" lj:user="matriotism" &gt;&lt;a href="https://matriotism.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://matriotism.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;matriotism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Original ( &lt;a href="http://monsterward.livejournal.com/8194.html#monsters" target="_blank"&gt;Monsters!&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Image:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://i.imgur.com/J7zK8.gif' rel='nofollow'&gt;http://i.imgur.com/J7zK8.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reserve:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://magistrated.livejournal.com/10038.html?thread=2003510#t2003510" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age ||| Appearance:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Chronologically&lt;/i&gt; she has existed for five years, but because she is a monster the human rules of aging and maturity don't apply. They don't have maturity in the human sense - they exist and from the moment of their existence they are a fully developed being, quite apart from the human concept of "growing into adulthood" given as monsters don't go through puberty nor any aging process. They are born ready to kill, eat, and terrorize. In terms of how aging would effect physical appearance, monsters simply claim any human body they want, and thus have any physical appearance they want. While she has existed for five years, she&lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; isn't five by human standards. ||| In a way, Raicho has three appearances, but you can really only see two. The first and her "original" appearance, given how she is female, is the body of a young woman, about twenty years old, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She looks absolutely adorable and even harmless, and that's exactly why Raicho picked this skin: to deceive. As for the male body - which she changes by regurgitating the skin around herself - he looks slightly younger, taller, with strong features. Hair brown and short, rather messy, and big brown puppy eyes. They are both very attractive bodies, deliberately so (she is quite vain). Both appearances receive slight changes when she feeds, eyes turning completely black and skin stretching, jaw unhinging so that she can devour a person. The "third" appearance is her monster appearance, which is a shapeless black goo. &lt;small&gt;( &lt;b&gt;PB:&lt;/b&gt; Sara Ziff &amp; Francisco Lachowski )&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexual Preferences/Orientation:&lt;/b&gt; Monster views on sex are not bond by human morality - monogamy, consent, and all those concepts are something they simply don't care to understand. There are differences between male and female monsters: male monsters dislike leaving offspring, but can't seem to make an effort to avoid them beyond killing (and eating) their sexual partners. Female monsters are typically sterile, and Raicho is too (her &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="ambushedgames" lj:user="ambushedgames" &gt;&lt;a href="https://ambushedgames.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://ambushedgames.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;mother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is one of those rare exceptions). &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;She has absolutely no romantic interess in anyone although she does fancy some people over others (usually, that means she doesn't eat them or maim them to death). As for the sex itself, given her ability to shift bodies, she enjoys both male and female anatomy with no big preference. It depends on her mood really, although she has gathered that it's easier to convey to human's sexual preference, be it man or woman she is dealing with. Raicho herself doesn't have a preference when it comes to her partners. Aesthetics are, however, critical: she likes the pretty ones. Of course this is highly ambiguous because what &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; finds pretty may not be what someone else deems it so. Another big thing for her is mothers, she adores them, but she doesn't indulge sexually with them, although she does like to touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's rough and likes to have it her way, so violence will always find its way into it if she takes the time to indulge herself. Over the years, she has figured she is also a bit of a voyeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reason for playing:&lt;/b&gt; When it first began, &lt;i&gt;Monsters!&lt;/i&gt; was just a small time original story created by a fellow player and I, however, it has since grown into this massive, super entertaining project and there at least five other players involved now. In a way, you could call it an "interactive story" and all of the characters have their own important part to play. Raicho in particular is a challenging character because of how to approach on the concept of a "baby monster" (although, as said, it's more of an affectionate term, since monsters don't really have any maturing phase). Letting her grow outside of her world is a great writing challenge; obviously I would be more comfortable playing her in a musebox, but pushing outside of the comfort zone is something I enjoy since it helps me put obstacles in the way my originals are "supposed" to grow, thus understanding them better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the choice of &lt;i&gt;Bete Noire&lt;/i&gt;, not only does it seem to be the perfect game to throw in an ugly heart such as Raicho, but it aslo challenges me as a writer and roleplayer to play around with the twisted side of the monster. I love writing villains and I think all games should have at least that blatant bad guy and I would love to try to make Raicho fill that nasty role.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;To begin to understand monsters, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; first one must realize that human ideals are something they don't care. They understand them but just like you understand why someone doesn't like chocolate, you don't necessarily agree with them. Like any other monster, Raicho does not see anything wrong with eating humans and doesn't care at all about human feelings regarding the monsters natural habit of eating humans. The conception of "good" and "evil" is something she understands but does not agree. She has never had the need to change who she is because of some silly ideals. If anything, the ideal she follows is that of her mother. For Raicho, her mother is someone that should be heard and respected and she obeys her without even blinking. First and foremost come her mother and right next to her, comes herself. As her contact with other monsters has been next to none, she isn't quite like every other monster out there and because Mother Monster was gone by the time Kulshedra gave birth to Raicho, she does not have that loyal attachment to her - instead, all of her devotion, all of her allegiance is towards her own mother, not Calathea. It doesn't help that Kulshedra has kept Raicho in a bubble, keeping her a secret from all monsters - this because it is rare for female monsters to give birth and letting out a secret such as Raicho's birth out there could endanger her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she is so attached to her mother, Raicho has the habit of policing mother's parenting skills. Finding out someone is a mother intrigues her and she will try to discover if said person is a good mother or not - and if not, you can bet your life that Raicho will do something about it. Of course doing something about it usually involves a lot of violence and not necessarily the best way to try and convince someone they should take better care of their children. Raicho herself is not interested in children. They are kind of boring toys, but she does think it's funny how small and fragile they are. In a way, she's attracted to motherly people but she isn't easily persuaded. Just because she may act like a curious animal, it does not mean she isn't an intelligent being. In fact, she is far more clever than people give her credit for, but she is a bit gullible in the way that there are still things she doesn't quite understand or grasp - like subtlety. Asking Raicho to be discreet or subtle about something is like expecting an elefant to not to stampede when a shot is fired. She's a brute, to put simply, and she has no regards for other people's private space or understand the concept of "leave me alone". She may even enjoy when someone is getting annoyed by her. She can ve very persistent in her nagging and doesn't really care if she's pissing someone off - to tell the truth, sometimes she really does like to push all the buttons a person has to see how far they are willing to stand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the ability to take over two bodies at the same time, Raicho has learned early on to appreciate the human form. She likes how different it is, how some are curvy and others are lanky, how there are short humans and very tall ones, how some have long blonde hair and some have short hair. She is extremely vain and only likes pretty people - however, what is pretty to Raicho certainly isn't influenced by the social media as she pays no attention to such things. Liking men and women just about the same, she does prefer the young adults to the much older folk, which isn't to say that sometimes she doesn't like to touch the greying hairs of a mature human. She is so vain that she refuses to eat anyone she thinks ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have gathered, Raicho is a very physical person. Invading people's private space, touching without asking, all of that makes her a very touchy-feely person and she doesn't like to hear a no for an answer. Most of the time, however, she doesn't use force unlike most of her fellow monsters. She has learned by observing how a pretty face can use its beauty to charm someone and she takes full advantage of that without a lick of shame. Because she doesn't have any human concept of morality, she doesn't think anything she does is wrong and, in a way, for her it really isn't. For example, while she doesn't go out of her way to be rude, while she has no interest in being offensive, she can sometimes end up being very off-putting with remarks she makes without realizing what she's doing. On the other hand, this makes her a completely honest person. It's not that she doesn't lie or doesn't know how to, but unless it's to protect her mother or to get something she wants, she prefers to tell the truth - probably because her mother doesn't like it when she lies to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, Raicho is a very inquisitive creature. She's curious and isn't afraid to ask or look dumb if she asks something really obvious (like "Why is the water blue?" or "Why do birds fly?"). She likes to learn things, likes to&lt;i&gt; know&lt;/i&gt;. Once more, this is her mother's influence working for she has always heard that knowledge is power so she believes that if she knows many things (even if it's useless information) she will get power and hopefully give it to her mother. It's not that she is extremely ambitious; for her power (whatever that is, she's not sure if she grasps the concept) has no use, but if her mother wants it, she doesn't see why not. She's more than happy if she has to get her hands dirty (and she will even if she doesn't necessarily &lt;i&gt;have to&lt;/i&gt;). She likes to investigate for her own, likes to discover for herself. She's not one of those "easy way" kind of creatures. If she has to swim through mud to find out something, she most likely will. Enthusiastically too, because Raicho is like a ball of energy. In fact, she is so energetic about things that she can be exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things considered, Raicho is not the worst monster you could encounter, but that doesn't make her the best either. While she finds humans intriguing, she doesn't think that they are that important and are easily replaceable; however, there are a few that she likes to take as pets (never friends, you need mutual respect to have friends and she can't manage to respect a human) and doesn't plan on hurting them. Or, well, what she thinks it's hurting them because a violent creature like Raicho will always inevitably hurt someone like a tiger playing with its trainer. A playful paw it's still a huge freaking paw with claws. And just loke a wild animal, she isn't exactly predictable. While she may be in a good mood, she might very well be hungry in the next and like a petulant child, she will want to have her meal and if it's someone she knows she doesn't care. She does what it takes to survive because that has always been part of her upbringing. So if she bares her teeth at you, you can bet she is being neither playful nor friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;ABILITIES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Monsters have no original shape; their physical form is that of whatever human's skin they are wearing. Generally, once a skin is worn, it cannot be re-worn as its inside have been eaten by the monster and only the skin remains, but Raicho has the unique ability of being able to hold two skins (holding one inside her and changing when she wants to). When a monster occupies a human, it clones the organs with fake ones made out of some sort of thick black slime, that only really serve to pass by as humans. When a monster changes skin, the old one vomits out the monster in a gruesome spectacle as it lets out from the mouth all the fake organs and ends up like an inside-out body that rots fast.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;By default, all monsters are fast, strong, and can heal the skin they wear quickly, though it depends on the size of the wound or for how long it has been worn - the younger ones have to change skin more often as the fake organs deteriorate faster while the more ancient can keep a body for years. They have a very acute sense of smell and can distinguish species with a simple whiff. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Monster powers can vary according to each individual. Raicho&amp;apos;s is not just wearing the two skins but also making &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/v9h5i90lb3" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;terrible&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/zuzfomqj6c" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;noises&lt;/a&gt;. These noises inflict fear upon any being (aside from those immune to fear). Aside from having the potential to be emotionally crippling, they can also have physical side effects.  Specifically, the noises can make the victim&amp;apos;s ears and nose bleed as they induce an escalating pressure that most bodies aren&amp;apos;t designed to tolerate. The vibrations of the noise can be manipulated so that she can shatter anything she wants to - in fact, she can affect only &lt;i&gt;one &lt;/i&gt; object, should she choose. (Usually this means making a specific individual implode.)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Weaknesses and limitations do exist. Monsters cannot eat sulfur slaves nor devils, as their flesh "exorcizes" the monster out of the human body. (However, the older the monster, the more powerful they become. A more ancient one may be able to take sizeable bites.)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;There are only two ways of killing a monster. The first is trapping the monster inside the skin it wears and destroying it - you must "burn" the monster within the body (devils do it by shoving their thumbs in their eyes and then burning them closed so that they can't escape) and then rip apart the flesh. The other is by eating the monster.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;WORLD INFORMATION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the quiet of the night, the sky tore open one day and from the holes in the skies, monsters began to descend from above upon Earth. Hungry creatures they were, feeding upon humans, devouring their flesh, their souls. At first, people did not understand what was going. Was it God's final wrath? Were it beings from another planet? But then they realized that the monsters under their beds, the monsters in the closet, in the basement, under the stairs, in the dark, the creatures children so wisely told adults about, were very real. Nobody listened to the children before. Leave the lights on, they would say, or the boogieman will catch you. Nobody believed until they were eaten and then, it was too late. People were afraid of sitting in the dark in front of a computer, they were afraid to hear a sound because if they looked over their shoulders, a drool driping monster could be waiting there. People were afraid of closing their eyes while they took a shower because they could be there when they opened them, behind the shower curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As real as the belief of people, some would say the only way to defeat them was to stop believing in them - but how can you do so, when that you are afraid of is so very real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only possibility was war and so soldier marched against something nobody quite understood how to get rid of. Then civilians picked up their rifles and their lanterns and their courage, their baseball bats and their crowbars and marched as well, hoping that maybe, just maybe, monsters could be defeated by union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was an utopic thought; monsters were quite happy to see so many people together, so much flesh, so much blood. So many skins to enjoy, to mutilate, to devour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil in its sulfur throne rejoiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Earth slowly turned into wasteland, humans began to lose hope. Governments destroyed, countries nothing more than empty landscapes. The despair filled the hearts of humans as monsters continued to be vomited upon Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, one very silly man decided to turn to the Devil and begged it to give him the strength to fight against monsters. The Devil said yes, of course. It would give the man the power necessary to defeat the monsters that wore the skins of humans. But in exchange, his soul would be Hell's forever, condemned to be a slave of the sulfer for eternity. Soon, those that were foolish enough, that had no hope left, began to make the Contract with the Devil in exchange for their souls. No turning back from that horrible faith, but the power granted upon them, the power to protect their families, their loved ones, was sometimes too much of a temptation to turn away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As monster began to die, big momma Calathea from above, the Mother Monster that had vomited her children upon Earth, began to get fed up with the Devil's antics. She did not like what she saw and her wrath took the lives of the sulfur slaves, making sure their souls would not reach the Sulfur King. She bore sons strong enough to take down entire countries and her daughters grew barren so that no hybrid would come from their womb. Those that escaped her anger kept their mouth tightly shut so that they would live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil did not enjoy Calathea's actions and as if to punish her from depriving Hell from the souls that rightfully belonged to it, he sent his own children, anger exploding into venomous bees, spitting acid and bile from its mouth. The monsters grew more powerful each passing day and began to see Earth as a comfortable ground for them, terrorizing humans, killing sulfur slaves, hating the Devil's children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children from human and monsters, those that escaped Calathea's killing spree, began to align to either monsters or humans, though most kept in neutral ground so that they would not get involved in the war. Humans continued to war against monsters and devils and sulfur slaves began to build cities to be guarded by them, keeping human life inside safely away from monsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some humans were not happy with the arragements. Revolution began as a hush-hush, but the word spread throughout the world. Rebellion formed underground, exclusive to humans as any other could be a threat to their secrecy - sulfur slaves to the Devil and hybrids to the Mother Monster - albeit some branches would ally themselves with hybrids. But with the revolution came more difficulties and humans began to turn to faith and the prophet, Sebastien, speaking through charades that fed the hope of those that needed, told a story of humans conquering the Earth back - or so the true believers say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years after Mother Monster descended upon Earth, she and the Devil disappeared. A well kept secret, however; neither humans nor hybrids nor sulfur slaves know. The Devil's children know of the Sulfur King and the monsters of Calathea. They don't know why or how, where did they go, if they will ever come back, but it's a information they do not disclose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during that time, the true prophet, a simple man from Canada, came out of his hideout to see just what is going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ➡ &lt;a href="http://monsterward.livejournal.com/8194.html#monsters" target="_blank"&gt;we stopped searching for the monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ➡ &lt;a href="http://monsterward.livejournal.com/8603.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;those are monsters: cast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ➡ &lt;a href="http://monsterward.livejournal.com/14595.html" target="_blank"&gt;and six years later, the skies turned red&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ➡ &lt;a href="http://holesintheskies.livejournal.com/894.html" target="_blank"&gt;the encyclopedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;HISTORY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The holes in the skies from where the monsters come from have been there for a very long time. They all come from above, from Mother Monster's, and that's where Raicho's story differs from her kin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female monsters are a rare thing. You will find a lot of male monsters (even if some prefer the female body, the monster itself is male). The little female monsters you find are either very rare or very dead, and even  if they are alive, they are infertile. Perhaps a mesaure to make sure Mother Monster continues to be the only Mother Monster there is. &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="poisongames" lj:user="poisongames" &gt;&lt;a href="https://poisongames.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://poisongames.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Kulshedra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, many thought, was like any other female monster: barren and hungry for power (and violence and blood). It would all change when an old "friend", &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="inonebody" lj:user="inonebody" &gt;&lt;a href="https://inonebody.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://inonebody.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Fenrad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, came back from the dead. Or, more like, finally conquered over the human that had trapped him inside his own body - the same human whose daughter &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="lmaoherlife" lj:user="lmaoherlife" &gt;&lt;a href="https://lmaoherlife.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lmaoherlife.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sasha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had been abducted by Kulshedra when the two monsters one day invaded his house. With the taste for revenge fermenting in his bile, Fenrad cornered Kulshedra when she least expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five months later (monsters don't really have a fixed gestation period), Raicho was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one can imagine, Kulshedra was enraged with the fact that she bore a monster and stay hidden, even going as far as getting &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="ambushedgames" lj:user="ambushedgames" &gt;&lt;a href="https://ambushedgames.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://ambushedgames.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;a new body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. However, she took good care of the monster she birthed. Raicho's first meal was enough to strengthen her to find her first body. She was ultimately attracted to the young and the pretty and the woman whose skin she took (and still wears) is proof of that. Satisfied with the skin, Raicho kept strolling around the world, following her mother everywhere she went, even if she strayed away sometimes when curiosity took the best of her. It was like this that she discovered &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="monstertoy" lj:user="monstertoy" &gt;&lt;a href="https://monstertoy.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://monstertoy.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Adam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Scrawny kid hiding away in a dark alley, she liked him so much she decided to keep him as a pet (as sometimes monsters do with humans). Kulshedra wasn't fond of the idea, but allowed it nevertheless. While she lets Adam walk around freely, she keeps him too terrified to leave. She has his scent, after all, so if he was to run, she would find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years after travelling with Kulshedra, Raicho stumbled upon a young man whose skin she was quite attracted to. She thought about keeping another pet - she could do so, it wasn't that much hard work - but she figured Adam would probably be jealous so she decided to take a break from wearing her blonde skin to instead trade for the boy's one. However, she was surprised to find out she could store an old skin within her as she wore another one, having only to vomit in a gruesome scene when she needed to change. As she informed Kulshedra of such ability, her mother seemed bewildered and then, proud - only it wasn't really pride and more of a cunning plan forming in her head, but Raicho cannot bring herself to ever think badly of mommy dearest. But while Kulshedra kept hiding away from the world, making sure their existence was kept under the radar (never explaining to her why, but most likely because she plans to come back), they traveled around although she has never been one to keep quiet, especially given how she enjoyed making her food run and scream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were prepared to get out of Spain, Raicho found an abandoned dog. Most animals have the tendency to run away from monsters or attack them and monsters themselves don't really pay attention to animals, but this particular doberman seemed rather fond of Raicho. The mutual liking led to Raicho adopting him and named him Wendigo. He is a very well trained dog although he seems to be only loyal to Raicho, obeying her every order and protecting her fiercely. Unlike the monster, he was not vicious unless he thought he, his property or his owner were in danger, otherwise he has always stayed close to Raicho, growling at anyone that comes too close - petting him would generally not result in a bite, but he won't be very friendly to anyone. Wendigo is an incredibly intelligent doberman - sometimes almost a bit too much - but there has been no signs that he is not just a dog, even if Adam seems to harbour his suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of Spain and into England, Kulshedra ordered Raicho to revisit her old mansion but for that, the monster was forced to enter in the maze surrounding it; one would think that the monster would not have the capacity to go through the difficult maze, but Raicho was surprisingly at ease when she entered it. At least, until she found &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="ourobsorption" lj:user="ourobsorption" &gt;&lt;a href="https://ourobsorption.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://ourobsorption.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ouroboros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the monster eating monster, wandering around it. He attacked her but she was able to escape by using her &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; ability (the terrible noises) for the first time (until then, Kulshedra assumed that her ability was wearing two skins). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, Raicho has kept her mother safe as it was clear that Ouroboros was a very real threat - there had been rumours, but no monster really believed Ouroboros was real. However, Kulshedra made sure Raicho did not speak a word of Ouroboros identity to anyone and, being the good daughter she is, she kept her word, especially because there were other matters occupying her head: Adam. The human pet had decided to disappear, much to Raicho's annoyance, and she went to look for him - she could not afford for him to reveal her mother's new location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother always comes first.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;SAMPLES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;FIRST PERSON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;tt&gt;VOICE &lt;blink&gt;|&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ &lt;small&gt;It might not have been the best time to have the speakers near your ears or in a high volume, because what comes from the other side is a loud, booming--&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELLO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;small&gt;There's a long silence; she's waiting for a reply to her energetic reply, but nothing comes, so she makes a huffed sound, a sort of a sigh through her nose, like someone who is greatly displeased with the lack of enthusiasm that does not greet her.&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this thing. I'm holding it. [ &lt;small&gt;Like whoever she's talking to could see it.&lt;/small&gt; ] I don't think I am supposed to be here. Mommy will get mad and I really don't like it when she's mad at me. Because you shouldn't make Mommy mad. [ &lt;small&gt;She sighs through her nose.&lt;/small&gt; ] I need to get back, I think it's time. I'm looking for my dog and a pouty-faced guy. His name is Wendigo. The dog, not the human -- &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; name is Adam, but I'll find him later, he can't hide for that long anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;small&gt;Another pause.&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smells funny. [ &lt;small&gt;You can hear the smile in her voice.&lt;/small&gt; ] It's "sin", right? Sin smells like this, doesn't it? [ &lt;small&gt;She's talking to herself by now.&lt;/small&gt; ] Ha, sin. It's a funny word. Ssssin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;THIRD PERSON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows that word, &lt;i&gt;sin&lt;/i&gt;. It's a human word, she hears a lot of them say it. She hears some humans say it's &lt;i&gt;sinful&lt;/i&gt;. She doesn't get it why there are things that are sinful. She had asked her mother once, why are things sinful, and her mother had simply scoffed and patted her head condescendingly, said that only humans worry about that sort of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good word, makes a good sound, a good noise. It's small yet it carries a peculiar weight to it. Makes your tongue feel funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, she has not understood what is this city or that she is stuck here, so she doesn't seem too worried. She's a little upset about the fact that Wendigo isn't there with her and she supposes she is going to have to beat up Adam because he's not there either, the stupid pet human. She was looking for him when she ended up here. He doesn't usually run away because he knows Raicho will smack him like a bad dog when he hides for too long. It's how she expresses concern, after all, the brute thing, but this situation is not sitting well with her so perhaps a smack won't do. Maybe she'll bite him, hard, on the neck. Let him bleed a little bit. Punch his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts entertan her and she's smiling, wearing her boy face as she does so, hands in pockets, walking a bit slouched. The word, "sin", does not worry her so she does not with full attention to her surroundings, doesn't care to; she's far too comfortable back in her world to get worried now, especially as she doesn't realize where she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, things smell different here, all things, the air, the floor, the lights. The sounds are different. But she doesn't worry, not even about the short-skirted women in the dark corners - if anything, they should be scared of her, hanging around in dark corners. Don't they know, dark corners, closets, under the beds, that's where they like to hide best. Monsters, that is. And when they sleep, when a leg dandles out of bed, it's fun to grab them by the ankle and &lt;i&gt;pull&lt;/i&gt; them under the bed and eat them while they kick and scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why worry? There's no need for that. Sin is just a silly human word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;THIRD PERSON II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She doesn't know the name for it, the proper one, doesn't care to know about it, but it's always fun to look up from between her thighs and see that thing humans do best: moan in pleasure. She likes watching, a lot, and she absolutely loves to hear it for there are two things she loves to listen to: moans and screams. The woman gasps loudly and grips her brown hair as she keeps her face between her thighs, her fingers tightening their hold until it hurts (or, well, she supposes it would hurt if she really was the boy she's pretending to be). But then the strength is lost in them and she falls hard against the floor, not minding the dry thunk sound her skull makes as she comes down from it. Raicho smirks, narrowing her eyes. It's a frightening sight, but the woman isn't looking at her, at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almight Prophet. Where did you learn to do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are barely audible between her gasps and Raicho sits up, leaning back on her knees as she watches the pretty body of the woman. She has dark skin, supple curves, keeps her hair short and black, kind of like a tuff. She likes it. It's pretty. Big lips, too, and her dark eyes are hiding behind her hands resting on her face. Wearing her male skin is as fun as it's wearing her female one, but sometimes it's easier to wear the opposite gender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster doesn't answer though. She lays next to her and tilts her head, dark eyes watching the body. The woman peeks at the boy-skin looking at her and grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want me to return the favour, baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes Raicho laugh and she shakes her head, pulling the woman's hand out of her jeans. "That's not what I want you for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow, you're hurting my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman doesn't find that amusing. In fact, she seems terrified the next moment, as she watches those brown eyes turn black, like oil swimming inside them and slowly filling them out. She screams and tries to tug away from Raicho, but she's having none of it. No, instead, she twists her hand slowly, like she's bending paper, until the bone snaps under the pressure, ripping through flesh. It only prompts her to scream more; that's exactly what the monster wants. It's always amazing to see how fast humans can change their expressions, from bliss to fear. How the heartbeat increases, how the blood flows, how the moans change to screams, how the throat becomes raw from yelping for help. She likes it best when they scream and squirm and say "please, please, please, I'll do anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's messy when she eats. The sounds are wet, there's ripping of flesh and skin. She likes the way it feels under her teeth, the muscles giving into the strength of her jaw, the bones breaking and the blood. There's always so much blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please! Stop! I'll do anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raicho pulls back and watches her frightened face, the blood bubbling from her mouth. She's holding her down, watching her, fingers tightening around her throat until she's making sobbing sounds as she chokes. She can feel the windpipe tremble under the pressure. Yes, she is very pretty. But she's just a human. Food. A good fuck and a good snack. Raicho leans her face closer to hers, close enough until her lips are touching hers, and she bites down, teeth dragging on the supple flesh, and then pull until it tears from her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be stupid. What else could a human do except scream and bleed?"&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>monsters! ❚ emilia gorski-grumley.</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="650"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="emilia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/oq3XC.png" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;CHARACTER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Maria Emilia Gorski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Username:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="howhuman" lj:user="howhuman" &gt;&lt;a href="https://howhuman.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://howhuman.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;howhuman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Original ( &lt;a href="http://holesintheskies.livejournal.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Monsters!&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PB:&lt;/b&gt; Amelia Warner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Icon:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111912478/39656914'&gt;http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111912478/39656914&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;APPEARANCE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fairly average would be the first take on her. In fact, she could very well mingle with the crowd. There is nothing that makes her stand out much and she makes no effort in correcting that - in fact, she would rather keep it that way. She is a modest kind of person. Emilia is small; she is called "tiny French" on occasion due to her small frame (about 5'3" feet). While there is nothing outstanding about her on a first look, she does have a pleasant face and a very warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time she wears simple things and she happens to love an old (but loyal) blue sweater that her own mother made. She is very affectionate of it and can be seen wearing it quite often. Other than that, she goes for the more practical clothing items, such as jeans, work boots or anything that is comfortable. In fact, her practical nature can be reflected on how she dresses, with her long, brown hair mostly kept in a ponytail. Big eyes, light brown, and a full mouth. She has working hands, always keeps her nails short and isn't vain at all. While she isn't a slob, she doesn't spend much time on her appearance. She certainly does not accessorise herself except two things of sentimental value: her wedding ring and a golden locket around her neck that has the picture of her children and her wife (not officially, but they are pretty much married).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of average frame, neither skinny nor fat, she does not have an athletic stand at all, but the fact that she is small and actually eats well have kept her in good shape and she has long quit smoking (though she indulges on occasion) so she looks a little under her thirty years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than a rather nasty scar on her knee due to an accident when she was still pregnant, she has no particular marks.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;SEXUALITY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When it comes to Emilia, her "sexuality" is really not very complex, yet at the same time, it is. See, as an average woman, she has never thought about her sexuality. She is not a prude or anything of the sort, she just never paid any mind to it. She never had any encounters that marked her sexual life as not average; she had her share of partners, but you can count with the fingers of one hand how many she has had. In fact, until Julia Grumley came along (and only months after did Em's brain made the connection of how she felt around Jules), she had never looked at a woman "that way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a good idea to have in mind that Emilia never gave much thought to her love life until it happened, as in, she never actually "chased" love, but rather it came to her. And while it may not look like, since she tends to be shy and reserved, once she is in a relationship, Em makes herself very vulnerable and since she has been hurt most of the time, she tends to avoid relationships. Or, well, used to. Jules came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she grew up, she had a boyfriend or two until she met who she thought was the man of her life (spoiler alert: he was not). She had a good few years with him and even ended up getting pregnant, but he ended up disappearing on one night, leaving her all alone after she discovered he was cheating on her. A few months after, there was an ambush and everyone but Emilia ended up dying; she only survived because Jules ended up stumbling upon the hidden community and got her out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a way, she is a heterosexual that simply happened to fall in love with another woman. That is the simple part. The tricky part was coming to terms with her own feelings, but that's a whole other story. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;WORLD INFORMATION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the quiet of the night, the sky tore open one day and from the holes in the skies, monsters began to descend from above upon Earth. Hungry creatures they were, feeding upon humans, devouring their flesh, their souls. At first, people did not understand what was going. Was it God's final wrath? Were it beings from another planet? But then they realized that the monsters under their beds, the monsters in the closet, in the basement, under the stairs, in the dark, the creatures children so wisely told adults about, were very real. Nobody listened to the children before. Leave the lights on, they would say, or the boogieman will catch you. Nobody believed until they were eaten and then, it was too late. People were afraid of sitting in the dark in front of a computer, they were afraid to hear a sound because if they looked over their shoulders, a drool dripping monster could be waiting there. People were afraid of closing their eyes while they took a shower because they could be there when they opened them, behind the shower curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As real as the belief of people, some would say the only way to defeat them was to stop believing in them - but how can you do so, when that you are afraid of is so very real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only possibility was war and so soldier marched against something nobody quite understood how to get rid of. Then civilians picked up their rifles and their lanterns and their courage, their baseball bats and their crowbars and marched as well, hoping that maybe, just maybe, monsters could be defeated by union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was an utopic thought; monsters were quite happy to see so many people together, so much flesh, so much blood. So many skins to enjoy, to mutilate, to devour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil in its sulfur throne rejoiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Earth slowly turned into wasteland, humans began to lose hope. Governments destroyed, countries nothing more than empty landscapes. The despair filled the hearts of humans as monsters continued to be vomited upon Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, one very silly man decided to turn to the Devil and begged it to give him the strength to fight against monsters. The Devil said yes, of course. It would give the man the power necessary to defeat the monsters that wore the skins of humans. But in exchange, his soul would be Hell's forever, condemned to be a slave of the sulfur for eternity. Soon, those that were foolish enough, that had no hope left, began to make the Contract with the Devil in exchange for their souls. No turning back from that horrible faith, but the power granted upon them, the power to protect their families, their loved ones, was sometimes too much of a temptation to turn away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As monster began to die, big momma Calathea from above, the Mother Monster that had vomited her children upon Earth, began to get fed up with the Devil's antics. She did not like what she saw and her wrath took the lives of the sulfur slaves, making sure their souls would not reach the Sulfur King. She bore sons strong enough to take down entire countries and her daughters grew barren so that no hybrid would come from their womb. Those that escaped her anger kept their mouth tightly shut so that they would live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil did not enjoy Calathea's actions and as if to punish her from depriving Hell from the souls that rightfully belonged to it, he sent his own children, anger exploding into venomous bees, spitting acid and bile from its mouth. The monsters grew more powerful each passing day and began to see Earth as a comfortable ground for them, terrorizing humans, killing sulfur slaves, hating the Devil's children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children from human and monsters, those that escaped Calathea's killing spree, began to align to either monsters or humans, though most kept in neutral ground so that they would not get involved in the war. Humans continued to war against monsters and devils and sulfur slaves began to build cities to be guarded by them, keeping human life inside safely away from monsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some humans were not happy with the arrangements. Revolution began as a hush-hush, but the word spread throughout the world. Rebellion formed underground, exclusive to humans as any other could be a threat to their secrecy - sulfur slaves to the Devil and hybrids to the Mother Monster - albeit some branches would ally themselves with hybrids. But with the revolution came more difficulties and humans began to turn to faith and the prophet, Sebastien, speaking through charades that fed the hope of those that needed, told a story of humans conquering the Earth back - or so the true believers say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years after Mother Monster descended upon Earth, she and the Devil disappeared. A well kept secret, however; neither humans nor hybrids nor sulfur slaves know. The Devil's children know of the Sulfur King and the monsters of Calathea. They don't know why or how, where did they go, if they will ever come back, but it's a information they do not disclose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during that time, the true prophet, a simple man from Canada, came out of his hideout to see just what is going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ➡ &lt;a href="http://monsterward.livejournal.com/8194.html#monsters" target="_blank"&gt;we stopped searching for the monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ➡ &lt;a href="http://monsterward.livejournal.com/8603.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;those are monsters: cast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ➡ &lt;a href="http://monsterward.livejournal.com/14595.html" target="_blank"&gt;and six years later, the skies turned red&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ➡ &lt;a href="http://holesintheskies.livejournal.com/894.html" target="_blank"&gt;the encyclopedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;HISTORY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The oldest daughter of two, Emilia was born in Poland and lived there for a while before moving to France, given as Poland became a place of carnage when monsters and sulfur slaves used the country as their fighting stage. In fact, after the escape, the Gorskis travelled a bit through Europe until they found a group of human refugees heading towards Paris - apparently a well kept secret, the Catacombs de Paris had been turned into a place for humans to hide and live their lives as normal as they could during times when monsters fell from the holes in the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling to Paris was not easy, and it took them a long time to get there without losing a limb or being eaten by a monster. Once they did, her parents started to work as soon as they got there, putting Emilia and her brother Izaak in the improvised school. Her father worked as a business man before the monsters that came from above invaded Earth, but in Paris he became one of the many electricians always needed to manage the power that the Catacombs relied on. Her mother was one of the cooks at the dining hall for the food hunters, those that had to go to the surface to get them food without being spotted. In fact, Izaak would become one of them while Em became a helper at the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she turned fifteen, she began dating the son of one of her father's colleagues, but that didn't well even after nearly four years of dating. She left him because, basically, he was a gigantic dick and honestly she had had her eyes closed until her best friend, Françoise, realised that Gérard (the boyfriend) was basically using Emilia for food and sex and nothing else. He was a good actor, though, since he kept Emilia fooled about his love for her. After him, she didn't date anyone until Joel came along. Joel was one of the soldiers that went with the food hunters to the surface. They met via her brother and soon after began dating. However, it wasn't a relationship meant to be, with Joel became involved with someone else soon after they had broke up - he was not that interested in Emilia, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when she turned twenty-two, she met Florian. An outsider rescued by a team of food hunters during their time on the surface, the man was apparently a photographer that was travelling the world and recording the war between humans and monsters. Emilia usually was the one that took the food to the improvised hospital, and Florian began talking to her every day when she did deliveries. As he recovered from his wounds, Emilia fell in love with him, and the two ended up dating for a couple of months before Florian had to leave so he could continue his passion of photographing the world. Em was heart broken and for a long time, she took refuge in the books Izaak stole from the surface, and in food - not that she ate away her feelings, but rather discovered an amazing talent for cooking instead of just helping out. It didn't take long until she became Head Chef of the cooking staff in the dining hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of twenty-four, Emilia was surprised by Florian, who had decided to come back after nearly two years of having disappeared to pursue photography. Emilia should probably not have taken back a man who so easily disregarded her feelings, but she is only human so she did and eventually, they got married. It probably was a sign that she &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; should not have taken him back when she found out him cheating on her with one of the kindergarten teachers. Even so, after a hell of a fight and many weeks spent setting her thoughts straight, Emilia took him back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when Emilia got pregnant at the age of twenty-eight, it was only fair that she was absolutely freaked out. Having children was not something she was expecting, not something in their plans, so she was rather scared and had to wait an entire day for Florian to return. He did not, that night, so the following morning she went to the kindergarten building to find the same teacher who he had cheated on her with was with him. This time, Em could not bare the thought of even speaking to him ever again, so she left and turned to Izaak to tell him what had happened. Apparently her little brother, who was quite over-protective of her, gave him such a beating that he kicked Florian out of the Catacombs along with the kindergarten teacher. Nobody else knew of any of it, only that they were gone, and soon the quiet Emilia was the topic of gossip, which was truly infuriating. If not for Dennis, an American who had become Emilia's best friend after the whole cheating mess, she would probably would have gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the following months, she was taken care of, and the possibility of twins became known when during one of her check-ups her mother informed her that she had a twin brother and that usually twins skipped one generation, so, if tradition followed, she should be next. Which only left her groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five months later, tragedy struck the Catacombs when a monster found out about the place. Em was, however, defended given her pregnant status and because Izaak had a lot, and &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; of friends willing to protect her. The carnage that had struck the place was sickening, and for 24 hours Emilia was stuck under a heavy wood structure that had fallen from the ceiling until salvation came. Salvation had a name, too: Julia Grumley, a lonesome traveller from England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, also the woman Emilia would fall in love with, but we'll get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia - Jules, actually, that's what she prefers - took care of Emilia after she got her out of the Catacombs, taking her to her Volkswagen van and helping her heal her leg, which unfortunately would never quite be the same. Nevertheless, she was very lucky, since Jules managed to get her back on her own two feet. For a couple of months, however, Emilia was quite depressed, devastated because of the attack of the Catacombs where she had lost &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;, her friends and family, remaining only with the babies inside her. She became extremely attached to Jules, however, and they decided to stick together, as friends and travelling partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the due date closed in, Jules contacted her parents and they decided to meet so that Charlotte, Julia's mother, could help Em with the birth, which was a little more complicated than what was expected, especially because apparently they really were the twins her mother warned about! Deciding to stick around for a couple of weeks to let Em recover and to get more acquaintance with the twins, the Grumleys decided to make sure Emilia had everything she needed. Apparently being a Grumley meant being protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the escape from the Catacombs, however, Em had been suspicious of Jules' nature and Charlotte ended up revealing the secret, thinking that Emilia was aware of Jules being a hybrid. Jules, who was nearby, heard the conversation and panicked, running out - but Em went after her. They had a long argument about it, Em hurt about the lack of trust and Jules insisting that she had to go be with "her own kind", which was only fuel to the fire. Eventually, Em understood why Jules had not told her, since the only person she &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; told she was a hybrid had betrayed her. Telling this person had resulted in her being taken by a group of humans and tortured until exhaustion - or, better yet, until the monster won over and she killed everyone, but she omitted that one detail back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they hit the road again, it took Emilia a couple of months to work out why she was so attached to Jules, why she was so terrified of being abandoned, and eventually she figured out she had a gigantic crush on her, which was scary at first so she kept it for herself, but soon after they became romantically involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year or so after, tragedy struck. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newborns are rare since monsters rained upon Earth and twins even more so. A group obsessed with the coming of twins that would save humanity learned of the Chloe and Matthias, Emilia's babies. They intercepted them and with sulfur slaves at their service, Jules was overpowered and they took Emilia away while (unbeknownst to her) Jules was beaten into a bloody pulp. While Jules was told that Emilia had taken advantage of this "rescuing" by making sure her children were not near a hybrid, Emilia was told that Jules had given into the monster long time ago and was just keeping her for entertainment. To prove it that Jules did not love her, Levi, one of the sulfur slaves, gave her their ring - a ring of symbolic union they had gotten for each other - telling her Jules had thrown it away. Only Emilia didn't believe a word of it, but the lies and torture had gotten into Jules' head and she escaped the cult's nest while Emilia and the twins were confined to a guarded tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the following months, Emilia would always try to escape until she eventually became a nuisance and Levi, who believed that he and Emilia belonged together, made sure she would never leave, putting a shocking collar around her neck that would taze her every time she tried to leave the perimeter. She began to eat less and less, only focused on her babies, never letting anyone go near them - only Em would bathe them and feed them and play with them. They were off limits to everyone - especially Levi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nearly six months, Em has been up in that tower, only taking the occasional walk so that she is given the illusion of freedom (a stupid idea in her opinion, since she as a &lt;i&gt;collar around her neck&lt;/i&gt;) and to play outside with the twins; curiously, she doesn't really have that many guards around her. In fact, the only one that tends to go with her is Levi, who seems to enjoy to be around her, more than it's considered healthy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;TALENTS/ABILITES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You couldn't really call it an ability, but she does have the knack of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Asides from that, she's a very average person. There is no noteworthy talent: no magic, no mind games, no musical talent (in fact, don't let her sing in the shower, the mirrors might shatter). She does know how to speak fluently in Polish, French and English and grasps some Spanish, enough to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to juggle though she has never been taught. She can tie a cherry stem into a knot in her mouth. She has the uncanny talent of always waking up at the exact right time if she sets her mind to it and she can fake 21 different accents in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you should taste her cooking. It's divine. She can improvise delicious food and drinks out of nothing. That's the most noteworthy talent - true talent!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;" You're an old romantic, at heart. It's so beautifully a cliché. "&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Julia Grumley on Emilia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;In films, books, and other media, usually there are heroes, the good guys, and villains, the bad guys,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Emilia would probably be more of a background character, the kind you don't really pay attention because the truth is she is neither good nor bad - she just &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;, standing on the grey morality grounds of humanity, abiding by the laws and pattern behaviour of the society she lives in expects of her. Some days, she will feel generous and happy, and yet she will probably not get out of her way to help others unless she truly believes they need help. Other days, she will be greedy and even mean. In the end, though, she is but a regular, everyday, average human. She doesn't play the role of either heroine nor villain. In fact, if she was to play a role in a film, it would be that of a background character whose line consists of nothing but an accidental cough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, and exactly because she is human, she has many traits that make her who she is, certain traits that distinguish her from others, that make her Emilia and not Roxanne or Françoise or any other background character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a story such as Emilia's, one would think that she is perceptible to change but the truth is while she can and will adapt to new situations, new places, she is actually a bit of an inflexible person that prefers stability and routine to the uncertainties of change, which can be a bit strange considering that she keeps travelling with her family, never stopping in one place in particular, but if you think about it, that &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; her routine. Nevertheless, she does have a longing for a place for herself and her family, a safe haven she can call home (you know, other than the van she lives in). As a practical person, though, she will try and get around the problem; this is not to say that she will try to &lt;i&gt;fix&lt;/i&gt; it, since that would be lying, but she will try to find a solution at the very least, at least something that will solve the part that concerns her and her family, even if not in the most conventional way. Thankfully, most of the time problems that she encounters don't get under her thick skin - in fact, there is very little that does. She is a rather placid, peaceful soul that tends not to stress about things. She likes to make her own path at her own pace; she isn't the best individual to be a leader and while she does believe in independence and likes the concept, she would rather follow someone she trusts (and those can be counted by her fingers) than to lead, which isn't to say that she is a person that has no goals of her own, because she has, but she just isn't the best one to deal with people. In fact, she keeps to herself and is naturally a shy person who doesn't allow much proximity from strangers, so she would be ill-suited for a leader. She will take charge, however, if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it's true that she can be rather exhausting because she has a terrible, stubborn argumentative side, especially when she's in a bad mood, but Emilia is a very patient woman and she's the kind of person you can blindingly rely on. She transmits a sense of security not everyone is capable of and it's not a fake one either, for she is able to provide that peaceful stability if the other person is willing to do so, and though she can be blunt and brutish to the point of being tactless when she talks to people, unaware of what they may or may not think of her, Emilia has the natural talent of &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; knowing what to say or do when a friend is down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to friends, she is a pleasant person (if quiet spoken), but she isn't a social butterfly. In fact, she doesn't really branch out too much when it comes to meeting other people. Most of the time, she isn't the one taking the first step, which isn't to say that she is a socially inept person; she would just rather keep to herself and sit in her warm corner with a cup of coffee and a book. Indeed, she may look aloof to most people outside her circle of friends, but Emilia is a warm-hearted person and a very caring one, too, which is very clear when she handles her children. At first, she never thought she would be a good mother, but she was wrong because she does have a very tender side to her - which doesn't mean she isn't strict when it comes to certain things. She has to be strict, with others and herself, given the world she lives in. You never know what is waiting for you when you turn a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can be prone to fits of jealousy and possessive of her things (and friends), but one of her worst qualities is how resentful she can be towards the people that hurt her and how hypocritical she will come off as. She doesn't take kindly to betrayal (a loose term here) and even if she forgives you, you can be sure she did not forget it. On the other hand, she's a loving person that will be willing to help those close to her - but will hardly reach out for a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people will point out how controlled Emilia is because, no doubt about that, one of her distinguishing traits is definitely her self-control. Yes, she is tactless and sometimes a little bit too honest, but you will hardly see her turn to anger as a very down to Earth person. While she isn't the most good natured or polite girl around the block, Emilia avoids fights and quarrelling at all costs. The truth is, she will avoid any kind of situation that involves serious commitment mostly because she thinks she will end up failing and disappointing others and that is a feeling she would rather not have to stand. However, when she is face with such a situation, when she involves herself in one, she will carry it out to the end; she's very resilient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, she will show signs of being a little too judgemental and though she does side-eye some things, she appears to be more than she really is. Because she mostly keeps to herself - out of timidness and out of simply being the way she is, quiet and calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;Object,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Other than the two wedding rings (hers and Jules') and a vintage sort of locket with tiny pictures, Emilia will be bringing (against her will) the tase-collar around her neck simply because she is unable to pull it out. Asides from that, the twins will be bringing along their favourite stuffed toys, a yellow otter and a green bunny.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;REASON FOR PLAYING&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;First, this character was first created for a very normal verse. She wasn't really planned on having this huge dimension, a Polish-French immigrant from 1993 with a talent for cooking, but eventually I got extremely attached to her. So much, I decided to "AU" her into this &lt;i&gt;MONSTERS!: six years later&lt;/i&gt; verse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been in a game for quite a long time and since I was reeled in by &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="neverbreaks" lj:user="neverbreaks" &gt;&lt;a href="https://neverbreaks.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://neverbreaks.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Julia Grumley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s player, we decided bringing Em and the twins would be a cool idea - but even better because while we are used to musebox them in their "recent timeline", these two will now take a different route as they are to meet &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; Emilia was rescued from the cult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/a99339b23a78b0ab4ccaaf3ed8121d2ad2cfeab18e1e8ad7e1f54c0032da533b/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h0jRjMSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkCqKYVcUMAUkxUkq9xIJm3jAbNaTvGUC8UEvOhzrUf4:o2VOp7IS0r6VmKN2gx--GA" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;GODS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Since the Twelve Point Divinity are the ones who favour the residents of Baedal, the ones who take interest, I would think that the character herself would have no real choice on picking the favoured god; which is good, because, if she could have gotten away with it, she would most likely not pick one. She believes in a God (yes, she has faith even if it's all messed up in her world), so picking one from twelve would have made her scoff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading through their likings I would think that &lt;b&gt;Shada&lt;/b&gt; would take much interest in Emilia since she is a both a lover and a mother - and, in a way, a caretaker too, especially given how she used to cook for the soldiers and food hunters of her community back in Paris. Obviously, this would also be one of those things I, as a player, would cackle while lighting strikes in the background since Emilia is a reserved and keeps her romantic life behind closed doors. And it's pretty horribly ironic the fact that she got cheated on so many times. So let's rub it in a little more.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;SAMPLES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;NETWORK ENTRY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;tt&gt;( video. )&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;small&gt;The CiD feed first shows a little kid. Big eyes, curly dark hair, and an interested look (quite upclose) to her. In the background there is a constant noise - banging on the door and then some words that aren't quite distinguishable. But the kid is just watching the screen interested until another one comes, puffy eyes. About two years old or so, maybe less, maybe more. It's hard to say. They look pretty alike, although the puffy-eyed one has shorter hair. A boy, possibly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are then moved around, like someone is picking them up and the toddler holding the CiD leans back against whoever is picking them up - who has also noticed the CiD. &lt;i&gt;Qu'est que ce--?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female voice and then the device is being picked up and the face that appears looks confused and tired. There's something around her neck, like a collar, and she looks exhausted besides tired. A bit scared too. Curly dark hair held back in a ponytail, big hazel eyes.&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there... anyone out there? Please-- we're trapped in here. They-- My kids are scared. [ &lt;small&gt;She adjusts them, holds them tighter, and the CiD is able to record a better look, the two twins and the woman.&lt;/small&gt; ] Please, get us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;ARRIVAL POST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For Emilia, there is nothing out of the ordinary in waking up in a place without any means to escape. For the last five to six months, she has been like so, trapped in a tower, surrounded by sulfur slaves - watched over by Levi. What she isn't used to is waking up in a room different from the one she has been forever trapped. She wakes up on the floor and quickly gets up, looking around frantically. Her twins, where are they? Where are her children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, a little hiccup from the little boy makes her turn around sharply and she sighs in relief as she walks over the very confused toddlers; Matthias looks like he is about to cry while Chloe has the biggest pout ever. Speaking softly in French, Emilia holds her hands out for the babies to hold on to them and gets them up. From her crouching position, she brings them close to her chest and sighs, kissing their heads as she hugs them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks over to the door and tries to peek outside, not sure if anyone will come. She bangs one time and listens. Nothing. Then she bangs again, three times, and calls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh! Il y'a quelqu'un ici? Moi and mes enfants sommes piégés ici." Nothing. She looks over her shoulder to them and rubs her forehead, before turning around again. "S'il vos plaît? lls ont peur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows how to speak English, of course she does, but after months of refusing to do so she automatically goes to French. She waits for a while longer before gritting her teeth, banging on the door which scares the twins. She hushes them and turns around to the door again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get us out, &lt;i&gt;please.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits for a while longer before starting to feel really worried. Walking up to the toddlers, she finally notices the pamphlet on the table. Frowning, she grabs it before sitting the twins on her lap, hushing them with soft words as she reads the words written in Polish (it is her &lt;i&gt;native&lt;/i&gt; language, after all, even though she has spent more years in France than anywhere else). Frowning, she rubs her forehead, very, very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Qu'est que ce...?" And then she notices Chloe is holding some odd device. She grabs it and frowns, not sure what it is, but it has a recording light on. She turns to the thing and tilts her head, frowning. "Is there... anyone out there? Please-- we're trapped in here. They-- My kids are scared. Please, get us out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;ACTION SAMPLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ❂ &lt;a href="http://rampallions.livejournal.com/1080.html?thread=49976#t49976" target="_blank"&gt;In which Jules finds Emilia in the Catatombs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ❂ &lt;a href="http://emprises.livejournal.com/42772.html?thread=7020308#t7020308" target="_blank"&gt;In which Em has to deal with a creep&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ They aren't prose logs, but they are emotionally charged situations with at least seven comments from Emilia. ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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&lt;td colspan="3" align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a name="asgardreid" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#1C1C1C" face="impact"&gt;ASGARDREID iGSB-3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#696969"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Asgardreid interGalactic Space Battalion-3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/Lz6jg.png" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="cambria" color="#c9c9c9"&gt;( concept art by &lt;a href="http://phattro.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#707681"&gt;pat c. presley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/font&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#222222"&gt;After the return of the &lt;i&gt;Asgardreid iGSB-2&lt;/i&gt;, the damages it had endured were such that the ship had to be discarded. Midgard Corps. was unable to repair it for the cost would be too much of a dent in its budget but because of how recognized the Asgardreid's mission had been, the AGN (Alliance of the Galaxies' Natons) sent many of its volunteers to build them a brand new space battalion, the &lt;i&gt;Asgardreid iGSB-3&lt;/i&gt;. All  of the Valkyries (stealth and combat ships), the Fenris (heavy combat ships) and the Svadilfaris (reconnaissance and surveillance crafts) were repaired and upgraded and there was even a big enlistment to fight in the new Asgardreid.&lt;p&gt;

One of the few multiracial space battalions nowadays soaring the space, it's a highly regarded ship. It is under the command of the Gran Admiral Amadi Uzoma and the support of Vizeadmiral Ziva Armstrong and Contra-Admiral Ghedan-Utorr IV.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARMAMENT:&lt;/b&gt; 1 x blast cannon (base); 2 x rotative cannons (base); 2 x rapid fire laser cannons (wings); Mantis Cloak (stealth mode), EFS (energy field shield)
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAPACITY:&lt;/b&gt; 8 passengers (2 pilots +6)
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARMAMENT:&lt;/b&gt; 2 x rapid fire cannons (base); 1 x blast cannon (vertical stabilizer); EFS (energy field shield)
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollow-art.com/base/judi-dench-quantum-solace" title="pb: judi dench" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://i.imgur.com/d5xfP.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://i.imgur.com/TGvs2.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asylums.insanejournal.com/citadel_icons/51234.html#cutid1" title="pb: cyborg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://i.imgur.com/hQiXO.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://i.imgur.com/01RfP.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;AMADI UZOMA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="courier new" color="#e3e3e3"&gt;52 | Human
&lt;br&gt;✪ Gran Admiral&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;ZIVA ARMSTRONG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="courier new" color="#e3e3e3"&gt;65 | Human
&lt;br&gt;✪ Vizeadmiral&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;UTORR IV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="courier new" color="#e3e3e3"&gt;11 | Ghedan
&lt;br&gt;✪ Contra-Admiral&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rosecolouring.livejournal.com/profile" title="pb: sophia bush" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112732703/41026478" border="0"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112732839/41026478" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aguidingstar.livejournal.com/profile" title="pb: nikolaj coster-waldau" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/113095592/32350768" border="0"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/113095837/32350768" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quicktriggers.livejournal.com/profile" title="pb: daniela ruah" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112864366/41226516" border="0"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112864385/41226516" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;JULIA GRUMLEY
&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;STARLING&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="courier new" color="#e3e3e3"&gt;27 | Human
&lt;br&gt;✪ Kapetan | Valkyrie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;MAX HADDIGAN 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;HOTSPUR&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="courier new" color="#e3e3e3"&gt;31 | Human
&lt;br&gt;✪ Lieutenant | Fenrir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;BRODIE ZUCCA
&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;TRIGGER&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="courier new" color="#e3e3e3"&gt;23 | Human
&lt;br&gt;✪ Lieutenant | Fenrir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://airdashes.livejournal.com/profile" title="pb: jamie bell" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112719697/40919902" border="0"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112719708/40919902" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;JOHN JONSON
&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;SPEEDBALL&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forgoldenskies.livejournal.com/profile" title="pb: sarah shahi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112751173/41061880" border="0"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112751265/41061880" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nipperkins.livejournal.com/profile" title="pb: joe anderson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112732331/41025916" border="0"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112732424/41025916" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;AURELIA MARASHIAN UZOMA&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="courier new" color="#e3e3e3"&gt;30 | Human
&lt;br&gt;Surgeon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;SEBASTIAN BALLAST&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="courier new" color="#e3e3e3"&gt;32 | Human
&lt;br&gt;Chief Mechanic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://astronougat.livejournal.com/profile" title="pb: amelia warner" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/113246898/41104000" border="0"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112771672/41104000" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacejamming.livejournal.com/profile" title="pb: charlie hunnman" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112771990/41105626" border="0"&gt;&lt;img width="95" height="95" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112772107/41105626" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;EMILIA GORSKI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="courier new" color="#e3e3e3"&gt;28 | Human
&lt;br&gt;Head Chef&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#707681"&gt;GREG THOMAS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="courier new" color="#e3e3e3"&gt;25 | Human
&lt;br&gt;Souschef&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="150" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/PAay1.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/8Eret.gif" border="0" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="cambria" color="#c9c9c9"&gt;( concept art by &lt;a style="text-decoration:none" href="http://rlyonsart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;font color="#707681"&gt;richard lyons&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="150" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/ZzzjTl.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/Sefu4l.gif" border="0" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="cambria" color="#c9c9c9"&gt;( concept art by &lt;a style="text-decoration:none" href="http://www.michallisowski.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;font color="#707681"&gt;michal lisowski&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="150" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/2XXbl.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/mphxf.gif" border="0" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="cambria" color="#c9c9c9"&gt;( concept art by &lt;a style="text-decoration:none" href="http://www.mattmatters.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;font color="#707681"&gt;matt matters&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="150" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/dMd0Wl.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/tVXXGl.gif" border="0" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="cambria" color="#c9c9c9"&gt;( concept art by &lt;a style="text-decoration:none" href="http://madeinjapan1988.deviantart.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;font color="#707681"&gt;josh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="150" align="justiy" valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#1c1c1c"&gt;THUGMEISTER VI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="#696969"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CREW:&lt;/b&gt; 2 pilots, 1 WASP
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAPACITY:&lt;/b&gt; 18 (2 pilot, 1 weapon specialist, +15)
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARMAMENT:&lt;/b&gt; 1 x rapid flare missile launcher (base); 2 x blast cannons (sides); 4 x rapid fire lasers (back, sides); 2 x missile launchers (nose); HAD (heavy armour defence); RES (reinforced energy shield) 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROLE:&lt;/b&gt; Heavy Combat; Transport&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="150" align="justiy" valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#1c1c1c"&gt;HYPERION C-1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="#696969"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CREW:&lt;/b&gt; 2 pilots
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAPACITY:&lt;/b&gt; 2 pilots
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARMAMENT:&lt;/b&gt; 1 x blast cannon (center); 2 x rapid fire laser cannons (side-front); 2 x missile launchers (wings);  1 x impulse gun (vertical stabilizer); HP stealth mode; EFS (energy field shield) 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROLE:&lt;/b&gt; Stealth &amp; Combat; Reconnaissance and surveillance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="150" align="justiy" valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#1c1c1c"&gt;UWF ALBATROSS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="#696969"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CREW:&lt;/b&gt; 3 pilots (2 pilots, 1 co-pilot) 
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAPACITY:&lt;/b&gt; 13 (3 pilots +10)
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARMAMENT:&lt;/b&gt; 1 x missile launcher (nose); 2 x rapid fire cannons (side vertical stabilizers); HAD (heavy armour defence); EFS (energy field shield)
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROLE:&lt;/b&gt; Rescue; Reconnaissance; Hybrid Ship (underwater); Transport&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="150" align="justiy" valign="top"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#1c1c1c"&gt;PATHFINDER SRT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="#696969"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CREW:&lt;/b&gt; 1 pilot
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAPACITY:&lt;/b&gt; 1 pilot
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARMAMENT:&lt;/b&gt; 2 x missile launchers (wings), 1 x blast cannon (nose); 2 x rapid fire cannons (base); REF (reinforced energy field); ISC (invisibility stealth cloak)
&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROLE:&lt;/b&gt; Reconnaissance and Surveillance; Stealth infiltrator&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>[ spaaaace ] ❚ beyond the milky way.</title>
    <published>2011-08-29T12:43:25Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-30T14:17:54Z</updated>
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="georgia" color="#999999"&gt;Humanity lost their claim to the Earth millenia ago, when beings from other worlds claimed the titles of gods. They wear the faces of animals, walk the Earth with man and take them as their followers and vessels. For time beyond memory and mortal lifespan their breed has held power over humans, shaped their lives and their world and reaped the benefits of their worship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;td width="150" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration:none" href="http://monsterward.livejournal.com/15833.html#spacenavy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;SPACE ARMY RANKS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="150" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration:none" href="http://monsterward.livejournal.com/16036.html#asgardreid" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;ASGARDREID iGSB-3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="150" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration:none" href="http://monsterward.livejournal.com/16036.html#armada" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;UWF SB-ARMADA III&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width="600" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration:none" name="milkyway" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#1C1C1C" face="impact"&gt;BEYOND THE MILKY WAY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#222222"&gt;The prelude to Earth's destruction began when Dr. Leandro Silveira, a Brazilian historian, discovered a dying creature in the Egyptian pyramids; its body was that of a tall man but its face was a goat's - just like the god Pan was described. As it died in the arms of Dr. Leandro, it spoke its last words with its dying breath.&lt;p&gt;

&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meus irmãos irão trazer a justiça para aqueles que nos esqueceram.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;p&gt;

&lt;br&gt;When death took the creature, Earth began to die as well. The tectonic plates began to move, shifting alike they had an agenda, a mind of their own, a will. Earth grew unstable and humanity was forced to focus all of its efforts to building spaceships that could harbour human life. By then, technology was already advanced enough but never such project had been made and though their first try was a disaster, the second time around they were helped by beings of another world, the Ghedans. While the barrier of language was not simple to overcome, soon it was discovered that they had a similar language to the Hadza tribe and the first successful spaceship was built, the Apollo SC-1. As the Ghedans led humanity through the Milky Way and into another galaxy, a mostly deserted Earth was left behind. It took them twenty years to find the Azure Plane, the galaxy known as the Galactic Dock. As they reached the InterGalactic Parliament, humanity began to take a political and diplomatic role, slowly earning a steady place in the United Worlds Federation. It was there that they learned that the goat-headed man that had brought Earth's extinction was part of an ancient race that planned to take over the galaxies. &lt;p&gt;

Receiving authorization of the InterGalactic Parliament, humans began to search for a world they could colonize and ended up finding one that suited their needs, a Mars-sized planet that was named Earthrise by its discoverer, Grand Admiral Naveed Kassis of the &lt;i&gt;UWF Colonial Apollo IV&lt;/i&gt;. As they settled in and began to make Earthrise their homeworld, humans also continued to struggle to earn the respect and acknowledgement of their fellow species in the UWF and the Parliament. With Earthrise now listed as their official homeworld, humans were no longer considered nomads and began to be able to enlist in the Space Force, the intergalactic army sponsored by the UWF.&lt;p&gt;

After years in service of the SF-UWF, humans were recognized as a valuable asset to the army and were authorized in creating their own space army. Founded by the then Earthrise Madame-Ambassador Lorenza Galluzzi, the Space Navy was officially recognized, but it would only be after the non-governmental human corporation, Midgard Corps., sent the &lt;i&gt;Asgardreid iGSB-2&lt;/i&gt; in a reconnaissance mission that they would be considered as equals, but only because humans were able to apreehend one of those ancient beings.&lt;p&gt;

Nevertheless, the imprisoned Sobek has not spoken a word ever since, it has become clear that these creatures seem to hold many secrets - the cure for the &lt;i&gt;sumu kuua&lt;/i&gt;, a deadly disease that can affect all species; where its brothers are; the solution to some of the fuels shortage, especially a different source of fuel; among many others. That is, if in the meantime Sobek does not escape...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="georgia" color="#696969"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*My brothers shall bring justice to those who have forgotten us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width="600" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="5" align="center" valign="top" bgcolor="#1C1C1C"&gt;&lt;a name="spacenavy" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#e3e3e3" face="impact"&gt;✪ OFFICIAL UWF SPACE FORCE RANKS ✪&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;ZHUN WEI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;SHAO WEI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;ZHONG WEI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;SHANG WEI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;DA WEI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;SHAO XIAO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;SHANG JIANG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;DA JIANG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;YUAN SHUAI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;CADET&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;ENSIGN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;JR. LIEUTENANT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;LIEUTENANT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;KOMMANDØR&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;KAPETAN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;COMMODORE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;CONTRA-ADMIRAL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;VIZEADMIRAL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="120" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="courier new" color="black"&gt;GRAND ADMIRAL&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:15610</id>
    <author>
      <name>cooĸ.</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="pureshit" userid="23475496"/>
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    <title>james cook ❚ it's got potential this day. it's pregnant </title>
    <published>2011-08-27T14:11:01Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-14T21:14:41Z</updated>
    <category term=".application"/>
    <category term="*fandom"/>
    <category term="pureshit: cook"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="650"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cook" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/h3ekr.gif" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;CHARACTER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; James Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://skins.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Skins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Season 4 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age/Appearance:&lt;/b&gt; 18 // Short bloke but quite fit. Keeps his light brown hair short, no particular style. He's a bit on the rugged side, keeps himself clean shaven. Blue eyes, a small stud in his left ear, and a simple style - shirts, jeans, random jackets, nothing too fancy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;HISTORY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://skins.wikia.com/wiki/James_Cook" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://skins.wikia.com/wiki/James_Cook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Gotta seize life, do something man, do something that matters. Squeeze the f—k out of every day. Life’s all sewn up, everything’s in its right place, charged, ready. &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--James Cook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Consectetur adipiscing elit. Proin semper congue magna sed euismod. Pellentesque habitant morbi tristique senectus et netus et malesuada fames ac turpis egestas. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Nulla sodales nunc sit amet quam varius in feugiat dolor fringilla. Maecenas molestie purus nec purus pharetra sed tempus neque consectetur. Nam convallis elit et turpis iaculis vitae adipiscing nisi auctor. Morbi mauris sem, eleifend congue bibendum non, elementum ut tellus. Ut vitae magna vitae velit auctor aliquet. Praesent aliquam sodales sapien, eu scelerisque ipsum tristique vitae. Praesent semper purus nec nulla mollis interdum. Sed dui metus, aliquet ut blandit nec, ornare at nibh. &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;SEXUAL PREFERENCES | ORIENTATION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;ABILITIES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;SAMPLES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;FIRST PERSON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nulla vehicula, felis sed consequat tincidunt, sapien lorem accumsan tortor, sit amet adipiscing orci velit nec lacus. Pellentesque eget nulla purus, vitae auctor ligula. Curabitur sem nisi, iaculis at mollis in, malesuada et justo. Vivamus auctor congue porttitor. Aliquam libero elit, hendrerit et iaculis ut, scelerisque vitae lacus. Nam auctor sodales scelerisque. Cras consectetur, dolor ac consequat blandit, felis lectus volutpat sapien, volutpat bibendum justo enim rhoncus urna. Mauris posuere mauris at libero aliquet venenatis. Ut ut justo tellus. Phasellus ut mauris sed sem dictum elementum eget ac felis. Aenean at lobortis lectus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;THIRD PERSON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mauris rhoncus augue sed dolor fringilla quis ultrices metus malesuada. Curabitur egestas dapibus mauris at iaculis. Fusce sagittis tincidunt pellentesque. Nunc vehicula elit vel tortor fringilla non hendrerit ligula bibendum. Pellentesque luctus, eros quis tincidunt gravida, arcu augue pharetra nisi, nec ultrices odio felis sit amet mi. Vivamus bibendum est rutrum est rhoncus interdum. Proin sodales nisi vitae mi condimentum varius tincidunt nunc posuere. Etiam auctor auctor leo vitae rutrum. Praesent nec mauris vel quam euismod vulputate. Integer sem nibh, porttitor ac euismod sed, condimentum nec arcu. Ut lacinia, justo ut dignissim gravida.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:15030</id>
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    <title>meme ❚ ⓫ inquire the characters.</title>
    <published>2011-04-17T18:19:15Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-17T18:19:15Z</updated>
    <category term="*originals"/>
    <category term="!meme"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="600"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="impact" color="a9a9a9"&gt;Pick one or more of &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/monsterward/409.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;my characters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll answer the following questions about him or her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#242424"&gt;1. What would your character kill for? What would they die for?&lt;br /&gt;2. What would they refuse to do under any circumstances? Why?&lt;br /&gt;3. What do they dream about?&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s their biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;5. What single object would they be most hard pressed to part with? Why?&lt;br /&gt;6. What is their fondest memory?&lt;br /&gt;7. What is their worst memory?&lt;br /&gt;8. What or who was were their most significant influence? Expound.&lt;br /&gt;9. What do they believe makes a successful life?&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes them laugh?&lt;br /&gt;11. What are their religious views?&lt;br /&gt;12. What is their greatest strength?&lt;br /&gt;13. Do they have a fatal flaw? If so, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is the most important person in their life?&lt;br /&gt;15. If they died, who would miss them most? How would they die?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:14595</id>
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    <title>monsters! ❚ and six years later.</title>
    <published>2011-04-01T19:23:20Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-12T15:02:22Z</updated>
    <category term="madesohuman: brynja"/>
    <category term="matriotism: raicho"/>
    <category term="dogofmonsters: wendigo"/>
    <category term="#verse: dark edge"/>
    <category term="staunchest: emily kingston"/>
    <category term="reasonstowar: milo allberry"/>
    <category term="*originals"/>
    <category term="!cast"/>
    <category term="- canon: monsters!"/>
    <category term="!info"/>
    <category term="onlytheskin: sasha vlaschenko"/>
    <category term="howhuman: emilia gorski-grumley"/>
    <category term="defythehunger: balthazar"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="500" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a name="monsters" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/F7JBq.gif" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;table width="600" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" valign="top"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#1a1a1a" valign="middle" align="center" height="65px"&gt;&lt;font face="PALATINO" size="6" color="#7b7b7b"&gt;❝&lt;b&gt;the skies turned red&lt;/b&gt;❞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%" valign="top" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="GEORGIA" size="2" color="#353535"&gt;&lt;font face="GEORGIA" size="1" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 11pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one knows our names, lying in this grave unmarked, with no name. Found you lying down by the roadside, half ways melted into the ground. Down into the ground. Come and lay me down beside you here in this ground, with five thousand more. One fifty passed and the hunger is gone now the feeling remains but the people are stronger. I still hear you calling out today. I walk past your grave each night and each morning I still hear the voices of eight million starving. I still hear you calling out today. Descended from a line of famine survivors, millions escaped but how many died though. I still hear you calling out today.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;table width="600" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" bgcolor="#1A1A1A"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourobsorption.livejournal.com/profile" name="ouroboros" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/KSQjW.png" border="0" title="ourobsorption" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;ouroboros&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;revenge is best served cold&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Little Wayne Hoffman grew back into Ouroboros and devoured Stephanos just as he was about to do the same to Emily Kingston - whether it was because it felt like it was the right time or because there was actually any concern for Emily's life isn't all that clear. Ouroboros never bothered to change bodies or hide his identity since, helping Hope Moore with her revenge against Romazvhir, one of his most hated brothers. He was her mentor for some time and donned her a new name as the monster Xesirit. Ouroboros now continues his search for revenge alone and in a much lest focused manner. One can argue that he makes himself a little too easy to find...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;❖ ♎∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://capableof.livejournal.com/profile" name="xesirit" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/Ngs1U.png" border="0" title="capableof" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;xesirit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;embrace the monster&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Little Hope grew up when the abuse from Romazvhir escalated and she discovered who he really was - the monster who had raped her mother. By chance or opportunity, she then met Ouroboros, who had finally gotten rid of Stephanos and moved on to his next target. He became her mentor when Both found that they had much in common in matters of revenge. The day before they completed their plan and executed Romazvhir, Hope asked that she be granted a new name to complete her metamorphosis into a monster. Xesirit was born when Romazvhir drew his last breath. Xesirit now roams on her own, killing and devouring as much as she pleases, far away from her origins and morality. There is little left to remind her of who she once was.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✧ ♉24&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inonebody.livejournal.com/profile" name="fenrad" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/n4FQL.png" border="0" title="inonebody" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;fenrad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;human no more&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Although Sasha was rescued, Sergej went mad from anger and that gave the monster inside of him a chance to take over control once again - even if winning the inner battle a struggle. Cursed to stay inside Sergej's body forever, Fenrad came out victorious as it once again regained absolute command of his actions, silencing Sergej and to punish the human, he tried to kill his daughter Sasha. While he left her to die in a ditch, he didn't finish the job himself as the last flicker of Sergej inside of him urged him to walk away - but after that final spark, the human inside was silenced forever. Kulshedra did not escape Fenrad's wrath either, as he blamed her for his fate, and made her suffer the same destiny he had: humiliation. He violated her brutally; unbeknownst to him, she became pregnant and gave birth to his daughter in secrecy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;❖ ♒∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ambushedgames.livejournal.com/profile" name="kulshedra" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/CRCUh.png" border="0" title="ambushedgames" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;kulshedra&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;in modest times&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Attacked, called out and betrayed, Kulshedra was left with practically nothing with Sergej took out his revenge and Fenrad followed. Kulshedra managed to flee with what little strength she had left and relied on Aspen's help for a long time. Fenrad's rape resulted in an offspring, Raicho, proving wrong whatever certainty there was of Kulshedra's sterility. She now lives secluded and in a new body, slowly plotting her rise back to power.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;❖ ♈∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://matriotism.livejournal.com/profile" name="raicho" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/hH9b2.gif" border="0" title="matriotism" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;raicho&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;a terrible noise&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;The baby monster, one of the very few that did not come from Mother Monster. Raicho is kept under the radar with her mother Kulshedra, but being just a baby she has the tendency to wander off a lot. It also doesn't help that she has the habit of making an enormous mess with her food - she likes it when they run and scream and usually leaves a gory trail behind, which in the end always earns a scolding from her mother. Nevertheless, Raicho loves her mommy more than anything in the world. She has the peculiar ability of inhabiting two bodies, hopping from one to another without causing damage to it when she does. She likes to take the body of pretty boys to flirt with people and then break their heart - and then eating them. Raicho can also make great terrible noises which can make wood and stone and flesh and bone shatter, but she has little control of it and has only been able to use it when stressed. She also loves Wendigo very much. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;❖ ♑∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dogofmonsters.livejournal.com/profile" name="wendigo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/1IDRP.png" border="0" title="dogofmonsters" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;wendigo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;the watchdog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Most animals have the tendency to run away from monsters and monsters themselves don't really pay attention to animals, but this particular doberman seems rather fond of Raicho - perhaps because the monster still is a baby. Wendigo is a very well trained dog but seems only loyal to Raicho, obeying her every order and protecting her fiercely. He is not vicious unless he think he, his property or his owner are in danger, but he's not a dog that allows proximity. Petting him will not result in a bite, but he will growl at strangers. Wendigo is an incredibly intelligent doberman - sometimes almost a bit too much - but there is no doubt he is just a dog. Or, at least, so far.&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://defythehunger.livejournal.com/profile" name="balthazar" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/8RBgT.png" border="0" title="defythehunger" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;balthazar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;the hunger does not own you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Son of a monster and his whore, Balthazar has been taunted by brief memories of a forgotten past for as long as he can remember. His mother was one of those humans attached to their monster. She was one of those whose body could not hold any monster, but surprisingly, she was able to hold the seed of the creature and later give birth to the hybrid named Balthazar. She did not keep him, unable to love anyone else but the monster that would eventually eat her. The baby was put in dumpster but fate would not have him dead and it was Brynja that saved the little baby from dying alone. Balthazar was taught to control his monster urges and find ways to lessen harm done to live humans. He proved however that he was able to resist the hunger for a lot longer than Brynja had ever seen. The she-devil kept him around her until he was about twelve, time when she abandoned him, trusting the boy would be able to survive on his own. For a long time, he only cared about finding his father and mother, but soon he turned to other focuses, like keeping devils from turning humans into slaves, keeping an eye in monster attacks to hunt them down, and looking out for human rebellion groups, making sure they were safe so that they can kill monsters.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✧ ♋25&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://monstertoy.livejournal.com/profile" name="adam" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/5594T.png" border="0" title="monstertoy" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;adam lauderdale&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;let's play a game&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Oh, Adam's life was never made to be a happy one. Orphaned at a young age, the boy travelled with countless groups of humans, joined rebellion after rebellion, never staying for long in one place. With a talent for music, he always brought a certain warmth to those he stayed with, entertaining them and providing them with something light to ease their minds. He picked up any songs that he could find, collecting old CDs and cassettes and always somehow unearthing somewhere to play them. Adam never had much contact with monsters; he considered himself lucky, or that never staying in one place for long was like avoiding their path. But he couldn't run forever. Whether through good graces or terrible misfortune, he was found, alone and vulnerable, by the baby monster Raicho. Instead of an imminent death, Adam became "hers", practically her very own "toy", a sweet little human who would sing for her and keep her company. In return, he has been given his life - for now.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♌23&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://madesohuman.livejournal.com/profile" name="brynja" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/xQqer.png" border="0" title="madesohuman" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;brynja&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;convert them not&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;It would not be a stretch to call Brynja a stray devil. While one cannot choose the nature of their being, this one devil strongly believes she can choose her own path - if that is true or not, well, it's something she will eventually find out. Mocked and even targeted violently by other devils because of her unwillingness to convert humans into sulfur slaves, Brynja has separated herself from her siblings, though she still loves daddy Devil no matter what. However, one could argue that the Devil her made her this human on purpose...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✩ ♓∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://creepinginmy.livejournal.com/profile" name="jack" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/CAW9g.png" border="0" title="creepinginmy" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;jack gibson&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;cut a deal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Cerbos was different from most of his siblings, unable to completely control a body and keep its voices shut. Instead he jumped from one dying man to another to breathe life into them and allow them to live as themselves as long as they allowed him to feed through them. Jack Gibson was as good as dead when the monster found him and presented that same deal. Desperate to cling to dear life, Jack accepted. The two travel together now, for better or for worse, and the man with the monster in his ear has been forced to question and forget his sense of morality ever since. Jack still finds enough of it to stand up to the monster on occasion, which often results in Cerbos completely taking over for a limited about of time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✧ ♌43&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://withdisgrace.livejournal.com/profile" name="patience" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/8kF7z.png" border="0" title="withdisgrace" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;patience&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;of two halves&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Born to two hybrids, Patience had the good fortune never to be familiar with her father. Less fortunate was she and her mother's capture by a monster when she was fourteen, and treatment as some sort of pet. The details are messy, but a combination of stockholm syndrome (her mother's) and torture (her own) didn't do much to develop her faith in people, hybrid or otherwise. She eventually got away, and has been traveling – running, one could suppose – ever since.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✧ ♒26&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventhegood.livejournal.com/profile" name="teagan" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/mPHKx.png" border="0" title="eventhegood" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;teagan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;hold on to humanity&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Teagan was raised on the phrase "even the good people can't always control themselves". It was a justification, a reason for her to be as human as she could despite being something terrible. Her childhood was spent travelling, running. An unfortunate encounter with a devil at the age of twelve left Teagan physically scarred and separated from her mother; ever since, she has gone on alone, looking for the one person who she always loved and loved her back unconditionally. No one wants Teagan, neither monsters nor humans, but she lives in hope. Despite everything, she feels human, in her emotions and her motivations, and she refuses to give into the monster instinct. She wants to be worth all the things that humans crave: life, love, security, happiness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✧ ♍17&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neverbreaks.livejournal.com/profile" name="julia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/uHEG4.png" border="0" title="neverbreaks" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="3" face="georgia"&gt;julia gorski-grumley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;heart of a lion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;With a human mother and a hybrid for a father, Julia has always been aware of her true nature as a half-hybrid and has always done her very best to hide it from the world. Separated from her family to increase the chances of survival, she traveled to a very destroyed France and there she found Emilia. She had a broken leg and was trapped after having hid from a monster raid to her small community, during which her ex-husband and father of her to be born children was killed along with everyone else. Julia took care of her until she was all better, eventually becoming her traveling partner so that she could keep her eye on her. Not long before Emilia had her twins, they began dating. But it was interrupted as the human was kidnapped by a fanatic cult that thought the twins were the hope to all humans. They fed them lies, telling Julia that Emilia didn't want any hybrid near her children, which made sense since she had told Emilia just before she had their babies. So she went away for six months, only to come back to get her Emilia back. Julia ended up confessing she was pregnant and they have been trying to patch up their relationship ever since. It hasn't been particularly easy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✧ ♌28&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howhuman.livejournal.com/profile" name="emilia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/3pE07.png" border="0" title="howhuman" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="3" face="georgia"&gt;emilia gorski-grumley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;love over prejudice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;For years, Emilia kept hidden underground in a small community with her ex-husband Florian with whom she had an affair. She ended up pregnant, but never revealed the father's identity to the community. In fact, nobody but Florian would ever know at all as everyone was killed during a monster raid. Unfortunately, she got trapped with a broken leg in one of the escape tunnels and for one very long day, she waited for rescue without any actual hope of being saved. So when Julia came in, Emilia couldn't help but to wail, cry and beg to not to be harmed because she was pregnant, hoping she would take pity or sympathy and to her surprise, Julia did help her and even took care of her until she was completely healed. As they traveled together, they formed a friendship that lead up to a romantic relationship. A year later, a cult kidnapped Emilia as they believed the twins were humanity's last hope. They told her Julia had gone mad, had given into the monster, and Emilia believed them. She became severely depressed and isolated herself from everyone but the twins. But Julia came back and unmasked the cult's lies, taking Emilia and the twins with her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♉30&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="#" name="twins" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/zTl5f.png" border="0" title="chloe &amp;amp; matthias" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;chloe &amp; matthias gorski-grumley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="top" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;the young hope&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Barely old enough to perceive the world around them, the baby twins had a rather rough start when their mother was kidnapped to make sure they were safe as they were believed to be humanity's last hope for some odd reason. Twins were becoming unheard of and because these were born during the disappearance of Mother Monster, they were said to be the bearers of great things to come. If it's true or not, both Emilia and Julia don't seem very keen on educating their children to become warriors, rather to love and protect them as much as they can.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♏2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fanaticisms.livejournal.com/profile" name="levi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/sl5wG.png" border="0" title="fanaticisms" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;levi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;praise the bringer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Levi was saved by a sect of fanatics as a young boy, and since that day dedicated his life to serving the people who treated him well, treated him kindly. Their shelter and their food gave him strength, and he committed it to them whole-heartedly. Where he had been alone, he had family, and everything he had lacked before was now met. He believed in their virtue and the prophet they honoured, and his gratitude and loyalty would, in time, bloom into fanaticism. When they needed sulfur slaves for protection, he was among the first to volunteer. When news of twins reached him, Levi was eager to lead the group to rescue them from the demon that kept humanity's saviours shackled. He was a vigilant watchguard, and rarely left Emilia's side save for those times when the Leader himself requested it. It was one such time that sent him away from the commune for days, sparing him the bloodbath that came with the demon's return. Having survived this scourge, and saw it for what it must be; a judgement of the unworthy who tried to flee, those not prepared to walk the dangerous path, and a bloody, noble sacrifice by those who had stood. It was testimony to the strength of their beliefs and the importance of their work, and he, &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; he would be strong enough to guide the Bringer and the Saviours Two on their journey to save humanity. This is a simply test, and he will find Emilia and do whatever necessary. It is what any truly honourable man would do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✟ ♐26&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://onlytheskin.livejournal.com/profile" name="sasha" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/puvbr.png" border="0" title="onlytheskin" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;sasha vlaschenko&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;ghosts of tattoos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;After years on the run, Kulshedra managed to shackle Sasha again and tortured the girl thoroughly before Sergej found her. She was rescued by him and learned he was her father but their re-encounter did not last long as Sergej later succumbed to the monster within. Sasha was found half-dead in a ditch by Aspen who, upon learning Kulshedra had killed her mother, decided to do some backstabbing. Once Sasha recovered, she was changed. Learning about herself and losing her father to a monster had a bigger impact on her than one would assume and she began to redeem herself. Although still a lone wolf, Sasha slowly began to plot the demise of monsters and devils alike. Ultimately, her metamorphosis into her new persona was when she asked Aspen to bite and claw through skin and meat to get rid of the tattoos that marked her body.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♏29&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://staunchest.livejournal.com/profile" name="emily" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/KNlTB.png" border="0" title="staunchest" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;emily kingston&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;ahead of the rebellion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Wayne Hoffman, the new pet of Stephanos, took his sweet time until he revealed that he was Ouroboros and Emily almost got caught up in that sort of family affair, was it not for Peter Johnson, who had just left the cult of the prophet Sebastien. The two of them quickly became great friends and slowly began to build a solid human front which was not as big as previous ones but far more effective because of it. Emily became the leader of said force with Peter as her right-hand man. They recruited only the bare minimum people they could trust, especially because some of their members were monster hybrids.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♋36&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wouldntthatbe.livejournal.com/profile" name="jerry" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/maqpT.png" border="0" title="wouldntthatbe" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;jerry redmond&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;before, now and after&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;While Sebastien the false prophet was worshiped blindly by his subjects, the world had no idea that a true one had been roaming about since before the beginning of the war. Jerry Redmond has spent his entire life in his home nation, Canada, also ravaged by war and left with little more than ghost towns and refuge camps. Immune to the powers of both monsters and devils, Jerry always had the knowledge of the before, now and after of the world and the people inhabiting it. This drove him to seek solitude, dreaming of a simple, normal life he will never have. He is the only one who knows if the red skies will ever clear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♑42&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="180" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reasonstowar.livejournal.com/profile" name="milo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/MzKMY.png" width="180" height="180" border="0" title="reasonstowar" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="4" face="georgia"&gt;milo allberry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="420" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;renounce them all&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Years ago, when the war exploded, Milo was just a normal kid and like many others, got lost from his family during the war. When he was a young child, he was rescued by Emily Kingston and she took care of him  - until Stephanos took her away. He met Nicola and ended up developing a crush on her, but that soon was made impossible as she sacrificed herself to save him and the rebels he was with at the time. From that moment on, Milo started travelling by himself, hopping from rebellion to rebellion but never actually setting down, always rejecting the approaches of devils.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♐18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#999999" face="monospace"&gt;&lt;a title="MONSTER" target="_blank"&gt;❖&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a title="HYBRID" target="_blank"&gt;✧&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a title="DEVIL" target="_blank"&gt;✩&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a title="SULFUR SLAVE" target="_blank"&gt;✟&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a title="HUMAN" target="_blank"&gt;✳&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;table width="500" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="1" bgcolor="#1A1A1A"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;deceased&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="250" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/q5dgk.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="250" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/jzSdY.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="250" bgcolor="#333333" valign="top" align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;romazvhir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt; | ❖ ♊∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="1" color="#DEDEDE"&gt;The prince of lies and deceit almost became the king, but his hybrid daughter Hope - by then Xesirit - faced him and with the help of the monster Ouroboros.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="250" bgcolor="#333333" valign="top" align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;stephanos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt; | ❖ ♌∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="1" color="#DEDEDE"&gt;Tired of Emily's company and lies, Stephanos decided the time had come to finally devour her and move onto little Wayne Hoffman as his favorite companion. Turns out little Wayne Hoffman had different plans, though, when he revealed himself as the monster Ouroboros and saved Emily. Stephanos was much too stunned to properly fight off his brother and was devoured.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="250" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/d6lzJ.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="250" bgcolor="#333333" valign="top" align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;sergej vlaschenko&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt; | ✧ ♒∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="1" color="#DEDEDE"&gt;Sergej, enraged to what Kulshedra had done to Sasha, decided to take her down and though he almost did so, he ended up succumbing the last minute to the monster inside of him. The last of his willpower was used up to save Sasha from being killed by Fenrad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="250" bgcolor="#333333" valign="top" align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;nicola avery&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt; | ✳ ♓25&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="1" color="#DEDEDE"&gt;When her brother Jules was seriously injured by Dazvellos, Nicola abandoned the monster and joined a small faction of the rebel human forced. She ended up dying to save the human front hiding out from monsters and devils alike.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="250" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/0Kx3V.png" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="250" bgcolor="#333333" valign="top" align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;eddie gavell&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt; | ✳♓38&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="1" color="#DEDEDE"&gt;Eddie was Jack Gibson's only companion and partner for many years during the monster invasion, self-taught in the matters of handling a gun and fighting for his (and Jack's) life. An ambushed encounter with a monster whispered madness into his mind, however, and he returned to Jack a completely different man. The damage done to his mind was irreversible and he was convinced Jack was a monster as well, so attacked and left him behind to die. Eddie's whereabouts and unknown and he is presumed to be dead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="250" bgcolor="#333333" valign="top" align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;mary-elena&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt; | ✟♐31&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="1" color="#DEDEDE"&gt;After having found her son Jaden in the nest of the human rebels, she joined them, going against Xanthia and the Devil itself. This didn't go well, of course, and Mary-Elena ended up dying protecting the rebel group, driving away the attention of monsters and sulfur slaves to herself while everyone escaped. Jaden himself was secretly taken under Brynja's wing so that indeed, if Xanthia was to claim him, Brynja would intervene and protect him from his mother's fate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    <title>minette danby ❚ and then the kraken sneezed!</title>
    <published>2011-03-18T13:15:30Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="650"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="minette" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/IDCvD.jpg" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;CHARACTER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Minette Danby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monster_Mission" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monster Mission&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( IBBOTSON, Eva ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Role In Canon:&lt;/b&gt; Protagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance/PB:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;As written by Eva Ibbotson:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;The child had a crumpled, pinched sort of look; she was small for her age and very thin and looked as though she had been born tired. [ ... ] in her long brown hair [ ... ]. &lt;small&gt;( &lt;i&gt;PB:&lt;/i&gt; Cassandra Sawtell ).&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;HISTORY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are always many stories to tell from the day you are born to the day of your tenth anniversary, but this particular story only begins when Minette Danby, at the age of ten, is going on her forty-eighth train ride from London to Edinburgh. Her father, Professor of Grammar, Mr. Danby, lived in Edinburgh and her mother, the aspiring actress Mrs. Danby (who would be a real actress if only she was given work), lived in London, and they were divorced since Minette was only three years old. So, this journey begins at the train station, on Minette's forty-eighth time to Edinburgh in what she expected to be yet another stomach-aching travelling course (it's very taxing, you see, changing families, and it would always give Minette belly aches). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time she travelled, Minette was put in the charge of an aunt, usually from an office called &lt;i&gt;Useful Aunts&lt;/i&gt;, but on that forty-eighth time, the office that had sent an aunt was called &lt;i&gt;Unusual Aunts&lt;/i&gt;, which in itself was a little... Well, &lt;i&gt;unusual&lt;/i&gt;, one would suppose and the aunt they had sent surely fit the image. She was called Etta and she was very tall with a small moustache and carried a large holdall which smelled slightly of fish and she had a deep voice and she had very long grey hair. At first, Minette wasn't very keen on Aunt Etta, but once they sat inside the old fashioned compartments of the train and Aunt Etta began to talk of weird things like believing in ghosts and moving seals about in a canvas, Minette began to think she really was unusual, which is not necessarily a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the journey, Minette told the aunt about her endless trips back and forth to her mother and father and asked, "Do you think there might be a third place? No my father's house or my mother's flat but somewhere else - by the sea perhaps? And that one day I might find it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had she known her words would indeed make Aunt Etta take her to that third place, Minette would have been very scared indeed (she was not a very brave child, you see, in fact, she was a bit of a coward and it was even one of the few things her parents agreed on). Because Aunt Etta was far more than an &lt;i&gt;Unusual Aunt&lt;/i&gt;. She had come from a very far island in the middle of the sea where she lived with her two sisters, their old father Captain Harper, Art the cook and, most impressive, many, many monsters! But the monsters weren't like those that the spooky tales told to children said, no, not at all. The creatures were, most of the time, actually quite nice. There were seelies that liked to listen to Mozart and mermaids in need of a scrubbing because they had been caught in an oil spill and a very, very, very long stoorworm that needed to be distangled from the trees and there was an egg-bound boobrie and so many wonderful things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that at first, Minette didn't like it at all. She had been kidnapped by an aunt! She guessed she had drugged her cheese and tomato sandwich on the journey and she hadn't been the only one. There were two other children there. One was Fabio, who had been also kidnapped by Aunt Coral, one of Aunt Etta's sister. He was supposed to go to the Greymarsh Towers to learn how to become an English gentlemen, but he didn't want that. Fabio was from Brazil and he didn't want to go to the Greymarsh Towers. Aunt Coral had given him a hamburger. There was also an obnoxious boy called Lambert but he was very spoiled and Aunt Myrtle had made a mistake to bring him there but she had had no other choice and was very sad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the children learned the Aunts had kidnapped them with a purpose. They were getting old and they were afraid that they might go extinct and then nobody would be able to take care of the Island and even though kidnapping children is not a good idea, sometimes it must be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minette and Fabio were set to work, but Lambert was kept in his room throwing tantrums and breaking things and screaming and generally being a very evil brat. They weren't told right away that there &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; monsters on the Island, just many injured animals in the need of help. There was a puffin with a splint on its leg, an octopus with eye trouble, an eel with scabbies, stranded jellyfish and work didn't stop, from morning to night, and though the children (Fabio and Minette, not Lambert because Lambert was a horrible child who cried out for his daddy and for his mobile telephone) always discussed that they absolutely must get out of the Island, they ended up falling asleep every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, the Aunts had decided that they had been good and they would be fit to go into the de-oiling shed (which Minette thought it was a very odd reward for someone being good). And there, they saw mermaids! Four of them and a very fat baby mermaid who was a boy named Walter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two children began to help with the monsters too and they began to think that it wasn't so bad, there on the Island. They ended up liking it very much and Minette and Fabio became good friends and they began to like the odd company of the Aunts and they loved to help around and even fed peppermints to the long stoorworm, who was an Icelandic wingless dragon that liked to think about important things like &lt;i&gt;Where has yesterday gone?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Fabio thought they very seriously should think about running away and though Minette agreed, she wanted to wait until the boobrie had laid her egg; it was a very big black bird of the size of an Indian elephant that honked through her very yellow beak. She was a distant cousin of the dodos and had been egg-bound for a long time and the children had been helping Aunt Etta with the egg stuck inside the bird. Fabio always made sure Lambert would never ever see a monster because the boy was horrible and he kicked him until he began to help out around the Island. He told him that the food he ate was drugged and that he was seeing things that weren't there so he should ignore him and Lambert believed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In London, however, Minette's careless parents finally figured out Minette was missing and so did Fabio's grandparents, the old Mountjoys. So they all went to the police and the Great London Aunt Hunt began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back on the Island, a Very Magical Thing was about to happen and everyone was feeling it. Well, everyone except Lambert but he was not really important to the Island, even if he was helping around after getting kicked by Fabio. Unfortunately, one day they all had left Lambert in the house alone and he had gone up to his luggage and taken his mobile telephone and he began to try to reach his father, Mr. Sprott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That went unnoticed however and the Island was beginning to hear the Great Hum of the kraken, the sea giant that cleaned the seas as he swam very slowly. He came from the Arctic and was headed to the Island and everyone was very excited, even the children that did not understand quite yet what the kraken was but once he arrived, everyone understood - even the Aunts realized that their need for kidnapping children had a greater purpose because the kraken had brought with him his son and was mostly pleased to see children on the Island. He was going to take a very long journey around the seas that would take a year and a day and couldn't take the little kraken with him and he wanted to leave him with children his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minette and Fabio's main concern was the baby kraken from that point on. They still helped with the Island, but they mostly played with the kraken and fed him and taught him to say "no" to the food he didn't want and "more" to what he wanted. But once the daddy kraken left, the little kraken was very sad and would always say "no soss" or "no spag" to food and "no ball" to play. Minette was beginning to get very worried and she didn't want him to just fade away and die, so Fabio had an idea; they picked a couple of buns Art made and went to the beach and the kraken's little head peeked from behind a rock when he saw the two children pretend to eat buns. And he was so curious he wanted to try a bun and when Fabio gave him one, his golden eyes glowed and he said, "Ah, &lt;i&gt;buns&lt;/i&gt;!" so they fed him more. Minette was so happy that she covered her face but the tears squeezed right through them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were so happy on the Island that they kept making up excuses to stay. Minette said that they couldn't leave the Island until the little kraken's father returned, which wasn't that long, just a year and a day, less back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, Lambert had been able to ring his father and Mr. Sprott was riding the &lt;i&gt;Hurricane&lt;/i&gt; which had been a military boat but was now his pride and joy. After many tries, &lt;i&gt;The Hurricane&lt;/i&gt; found the Island and the Aunts told everyone to go hide, but Queenie, one of the mermaids, had been curious and was almost caught by Des, Mr. Sprott's bodyguard. The Aunts invited the hideous man to lunch and gave him Lambert (because they didn't want him there anyway) and then the horrible man tried to buy the Island. When he was refused, he left very vexed and along the way, he caught Queenie and tortured her until she told him what was on the Island and though she did tell them about everyone, neither her nor Lambert said a thing about the baby kraken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minette and Fabio, who knew all about the evil men from their world, knew that Mr. Sprott would not give up easily and would try to return to the Island to buy it - or worse - so when they found out Queenie had been kidnapped they told the Aunts and soon everyone began to hide after Aunt Etta brought up a Council of war. In the meantime, Aunt Dorothy, who had been arrested in Hong Kong for hitting a chef in the head with a pan for serving pangolin meat, returned to the Island of Aunts along with her came Boo-Boo and Little One, the children of their sister Betty, who did not care for the Island at all and instead raised those two spoilt brats. The baby kraken was the Aunts biggest concern. However, Minette and Fabio took blankets and lots of food to the grotto he was to be hidden and though the aunts objected at first, the children stomped their foot down and stayed with the kraken anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as expected, Mr. Sprott attacked the Island of Aunts with guns and men and viciousness. He took all the creatures. Des had found her and Fabio and the kraken and then blown the whistle to bring reinforcements. Minette had dove and cradled the kraken's head to protect him but a net fell on them. Des thumped Fabio on the head and pulled out Minette from the net and took the baby kraken. Everyone was so very sad and Minette lay on the bed and waited for Fabio to wake up with a deep nervousism clutching her stomach. When Fabio woke up, they decided to go rescue the kraken as &lt;i&gt;Hurricane&lt;/i&gt; was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police had been called to the Island however, and a helicopter came and though Minette and Fabio thought the adventure was over, Boo-Boo and Little One ran straight to the policewoman's arms and begged her to take them out of the Island. Back in London, the Danbys and the Mountjoys were not amused when two unknown children appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that happened, Herbert, who was a seal turned into a man, the aunts and the children climbed aboard the &lt;i&gt;Hurricane&lt;/i&gt; to rescue the kraken. Minette managed to crawl over to the tethered thing and cradle him and encourage him to Hum because all krakens can hear the Hum. The baby kraken did Hum, calling his father from far away, but everyone got caught by Mr. Sprott's men and they were going to be sent overboard with weights all around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when all hope was lost, the kraken appeared, angry and roaring, causing a turmoil in the sea, making the ship sink. He almost killed everyone, but the baby kraken climbed to his father's shoulder and put his mouth to his ear and spoke very fast in Polar so that he would rescue everyone - except the evil men that had taken the creatures. So the children, the aunts, Herbert and all the creatures were put on his back and safely taken to the Island. Days later, the kraken decided to keep his Healing Hum but he would take not a year and a day but two years and two days or three years and three days for his son to accompany him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minette and Fabio knew that soon the police would come for them but the last days on the Island of Aunts were so very happy. The last day, not so much, because the police not only took Minette and Fabio but they also arrested the aunts. The children were vexed and frightened when they got to London, but mostly because they were dreading what would happen to the aunts when on trial, but once they were there, they made sure everyone knew that they hadn't been kidnapped. They had been &lt;i&gt;chosen&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the aunts were proclaimed not guilty and back on the Island, they wrote their will that, once they died, the Island would belong to Minette and Fabio. And the children promised they would return.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;By the time her great adventure on the Island of Aunts ends, Minette is a different child from the one changing outfits on the train to please both her parents. Staying there for the time she did changed the girl for the better and made her grow out of her shell quite a bit - and even helped her overcome her cowardice. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;And the ache of parting became a different sort of ache - an ache of happiness...&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monster Mission&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;THE FORTY-EIGHTH TRAVEL;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When she first meets Aunt Etta, the woman sees her as a wet and feeble child that could prove herself to be useless on the island. But her appearance does not say a thing about her for you see, Minette dressed as her parents want her to, not the way she likes; this can translate in a bit of a desperate need to make everyone else happy and forgetting about herself. In fact, when Minette is given mean messages to pass on to her father or mother, she always makes up pleasant greetings for each other. She tends to daydream a lot of herself being driven to the hospital and her parents, concerned for her health, reuniting over her bleeding body. Now, this isn't to say that the child is morbid, because she isn't, she just seems to have an intricate need to be loved by her parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because they don't seem to pay much attention to her, the child tends to drift into daydreaming, which she indulges a lot except when she is distracted. She loves to hear stories, can hardly get enough of them, and that has not changed since she lived her wonderful adventure - if anything, it merely made her love stories even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;FROM COWARD TO COURAGE;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While in the beginning Minette was a coward (she even admits this herself, saying &lt;i&gt;"I don't have the courage. [...] I'm a coward. [...] I'm frightened of the dark and of diving off the top board and of being bullied."&lt;/i&gt;) by the end of the book she is clearly far more self-assured and has driven off that coward side of her. She can still be nervous, of course, and she still has doubts, but living on the Island has given Minette the courage to go against grown men to save the kraken and even to hold on to dear life as the angry sea tried to swallow because of the kraken's wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Island of Aunts, she grew far more than she would ever grow going back and forth with her parents. The girl who once was frightened of the dark stopped being afraid and although she can get scared and nervous, Minette has learned how to be sure of herself. She is modest, yes, but that does not stop her of being proud of her when she does a good job (although she does enjoy being told that instead of being only to herself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Fabio, Minette has learned how do proper teamwork. Once, she was most likely a bit of a loner that liked to read books and talked to only a few people, but nowadays she is okay with working with someone else, although only if said someone else is someone she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;"I AM NEVER GOING TO HAVE CHILDREN. &lt;i&gt;NEVER.&lt;/i&gt; IT'S AWFUL.";&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here is where it gets tricky. While Minette seems rather mature, she &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; only ten-years-old. She is a child. However, the girl is very intelligent for her age and she does seem to know what she wants - and what she doesn't. You see, while she has said that she never wants children, she is actually pretty good with the creatures on the Island of Aunts, even to the point of being motherly to the baby kraken and restless when it comes to helping the monsters and animals getting all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, Minette is a very emotional child. She cries very easily - mostly because she has one big heart - and feels things very intensely, which makes it easier for her to be very perceptive of others and, because of that, she can be empathic towards other. It's something adults tend to forget about most children: they are very intuitive and you can hardly hide sadness from them. Minette won't go out of her way to help a stranger (unless said stranger is an animal), but she will try to pat a friend's back when they are sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of how sensitive she is that she can be very moody and sometimes say things she doesn't mean to say or blow things out of proportion. She can be a little bit overdramatic, though not obnoxious. She is usually worried about something, which relates to the fact that she can be very protective of those she loves. Sure, she is a child, but ever since she has gained courage she is willing to take risks for others and make her stand, as proven by the rescue of the baby kraken and the firmness of her voice when called to witness at the aunts' trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;ALWAYS PLEASING OTHERS;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Undoubtedly, Minette is a sweet child. Maybe because her parents are divorced and she is used to try and please different types of people (that are always quarrelling), she has learned how to be very polite and how to act around people. She's pleasant and she will always say please, and she has the sweetest smile, though she does not smile all that often. It's not that she is a serious person, but while she has broken out of the coward shell, she is still a rather coy child. Not the timid type that runs off when she's faced with social gatherings, but more of the type that smiles genuinely but would rather listen than speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can be a bit clinging - not quite possessive, though - and can attach herself to people easily (like she did to the aunts and the baby kraken and, ultimately, the Island as a whole) and it's very hard for her to let go of those she loves and mostly, those that love her back and &lt;i&gt;show&lt;/i&gt; it. She has a bit of a necessity of actually feeling that people are nice to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;ONE DAY, A GREAT AUNT;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All in all, Minette does gather a lot of qualities that would make her an amazing Aunt, one of them clearly being a hard-working girl that is very intuitive and even the fact that she is imaginative (she does spend a lot of her time daydreaming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, she has still a lot of overcome, namely the fact that she is indecisive. She hesitates and hardly ever takes the first step, but as soon as she gets a pat on her back, she's ready to go. It's not that she is dependent, she can simply be very needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, her time on the Island has made her a better person (at least, she believes so). She still worries to please everyone and she daydreams a lot (less morbidly now and more happy thoughts of the Island), but she is not afraid of the dark anymore and she is sure she can face a bully on her own.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;font size="6" face="impact"&gt;ABILITIES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Generally speaking, Minette has no abilities whatsoever, at least, not anything supernatural. What she does is a natural gift to take care of creatures and she has gained a lot of knowledge with the aunts. She's very good at figuring out people (or as good as a child can be, at least) and she deems herself a very good swimmer, but that's about it.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:13701</id>
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    <title>don't see the angels ❚ angels of death.</title>
    <published>2011-02-23T22:21:28Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-27T22:56:48Z</updated>
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    <category term="- canon: don&amp;apos;t see the angels"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/PSPAS.gif" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;table width="700" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#181818"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="helvetica" color="#a0a0a0"&gt;EVERYTHING THAT IS CHAOS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; All humans are bearers of Sin. Within all of us there is the urge to give into desire, the need to commit offence, the misbehaviour of transgression, the natural instinct to turn to violence. We do not always act on it, but it's there, the parasite of Sin, and the only way to extinguish Sin is to kills its bearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genocide. Death. Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody quite knows where they came from, when it started, how long it has been going, but Earth became infested by angels or, at least, the image Man has built around the humanoid with wings. Those that have been deemed guardians are doing nothing but the purpose we, humans, have given them through stories, the duty of cleansing all the is vile and evil and all that has the potential of causing harm to life. And what is the human being but all of that then some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the power to cause death, angels first began with subtle accidents. Car crashes, hits and runs, then freak accidents. The fact that the human being is in the constant search of change and thrill made it easier for them to let death wrap its tentacles around them. But they kept hidden, they were at the sidelines, until one day, a little boy &lt;i&gt;saw them&lt;/i&gt;. Nobody believed them - except the angels themselves. If you see them, they see you. And if they see you, &lt;i&gt;they will kill you&lt;/i&gt;. The boy was the first direct death. His name was Jason Bale and he was Ethan's little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan began to investigate his brother's death and he began to discover really strange things. He began to &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; shadows. He began to think that the statues of angels watching over the tombstones in the cemetery seemed to move closer to the gates and to the houses every day he drove by them. And one day, he saw one of the statues disappear and the next moment, it was in his car with its distorted face and empty eyes looking at him. He would have died if it hadn't been for Cass and Mickey: they pulled him out of his car and ran off as fast as they could. They hid but the angels &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; chase those that see them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="740" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="170"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/6GQJr.png" title="( pb: zac efron )" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td align="justify" valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#181818"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="helvetica" color="#a0a0a0"&gt;ETHAN BALE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ( 20 ) Ethan was the sort of guy that had it all. He was good at sports, he did well in college and he had a life filled with wonderful friends. Then things started to go downhill. Accidents and misery seemed to  happen all around him. And then he saw one of them: an angel. He thought it was a good omen. But then he realised they were there to kill him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td align="justify" valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#181818"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="helvetica" color="#a0a0a0"&gt;DIANA NORWOOD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ( 22 ) She was a college drop out until she met Ethan. She chose to go to community college to take a degree on education and everything was going smoothly. She used to work at Starbucks before she began to have these &lt;i&gt;nightmares&lt;/i&gt; about the mall collapsing during her shift. She called in sick the day her nightmare became real. She and Ethan lived together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="170"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/iKBOd.png" title="( pb: ellen page )" border="0" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td align="justify" valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#181818"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="helvetica" color="#a0a0a0"&gt;MICKEY ROLF&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ( 19 ) She began to see the angels when things just went bad and she saw two of them looming over her brother. Before she knew it, she was getting him out of the garage and running as far as they could with two angels chasing them down while the place exploded. While on the run, she found Asahel and kept its existence a secret until Cass found out. Ever since, they have been exterminating angels with Asahel's power.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td align="justify" valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#181818"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="helvetica" color="#a0a0a0"&gt;CASS ROLF&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ( 26 ) He can't see the angels, but just like everyone else, he can see the shadows and the attentive to detail mechanic he is, he can see when the angel statues seem to have moved an inch. Cass protects his baby sister from any potential harm, even if he's kind of a troll. They travel on his Honda Shadow cruiser. He isn't exactly a fan of Asahel, but he does see its utility.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="170"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asylums.insanejournal.com/satansicons/24803.html#cutid1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/ztfYI.png" title="( pb: idris elba )" border="0" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td align="justify" valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#181818"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="helvetica" color="#a0a0a0"&gt;WESLEY BRIGHT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ( 40 ) He was one of the assigned investigators regarding the bizarre deaths that were happening and one of the very first that happened to realise that they were, somehow, related. He only figured out &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; after seeing his ex-wife get taken away by an angel. He is being chased by an angel himself but so far has managed to throw it off by taking a lot of risks and paths that no human would dare to take. He found Duda and has been travelling with him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td align="justify" valign="top" width="200"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#181818"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="helvetica" color="#a0a0a0"&gt;EDUARDO DA SILVA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;( 12 ) An orphan boy from Brazil, Duda seems to be immune to the eyes of angels: they don't seem to see him. The why is still a mistery. Some people have died along the way to protect him because they believe that, somehow, he will bring salvation to the human race, but so far he has only proven to be a kid with a heart of gold and a bit of a fertile imagination. Wesley has been protecting him ever since he found Duda.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:13352</id>
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      <name>ｍａｕｄｅ ｄａｎｔｅ ♣ ＲＩＯＴＥＲ</name>
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    <title>maude dante ❚ smoking rockstar.</title>
    <published>2011-02-20T20:11:24Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-15T23:54:33Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="650"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="maude" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/Sc4Rg.png" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;character information&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Name:&lt;/b&gt; Maude Grace Dante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series:&lt;/b&gt; Original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Species:&lt;/b&gt; Demihuman (half heart) | Altered Human DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance/PB:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://miniowl.deviantart.com/art/Smoking-Red-171228575" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Maude Dante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Maude is a relatively average-height woman, about 5'6" feet tall but she does have a very toned up body, that while not bulky she is clearly the working out type. Even though she is barely twenty-two, her hair is completely white, has always been - it's her natural colour. She keeps it short, messy and wild, kind of spiked at the back, much like a messy rockstar (yes, it is a cliché, but it does fit). Her eyes are deep blue, a little intense, but she is clearly the type of person whose eyes are a window to the soul. She is a pretty young woman, and honestly? She knows it. She doesn't flaunt it, but she knows how to use her appearance to her advantage, although she mostly chooses to discard the red dresses and pretty clothing and dress as messy as possible: untucked white shirt, a loose tie, a leather jacket and some ripped, worn out jeans and nice old boots, to the rockstar liking. She does throw in a long leather jacket and a short black skirt, combat boots and a big belt as well as a top when she's out to on a devil bounty. She has a tongue piercing that you can barely see unless she's sticking her tongue out and a simple black stud on her left ear. On her lower back she has a tribal tattoo that really has no big meaning other than she liked it - you can ask her about it, and that's the honest answer you'll get. &lt;small&gt;( &lt;i&gt;PB:&lt;/i&gt; Agyness Deyn ).&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; The world as we know it - sort of. Set in the near future (or a different present). An era of magic and technology together. 101 Metropolis is a mirrored Earth, but this one seems to have a big advance in what comes to genetics and technology. It's not unusual to hear about a non-governmental project going on underground of people being turned into super soldiers. However, it's not just the science that's different, but also the fact that many beings besides humans exist, travelling from different realms to this one, given how easy it is to access it, though there aren't any portals around, but only people who can travel through space and time and realms (some of them powerful enough to allow others to travel along).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, the unnatural (demons, angels) have great influence in men and women, acting a bit as a sin or virtue personification. There are also other non-human beings that may classify as a Metropolitan, that is, someone that's not from an outer realm, such as cyborgs, non-humans and half-breeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse does have a couple of non-existent cities, the biggest being somewhere in America, called Metropolis (hence the name). Each non-human being has their own characteristics and rules, be it a cyborg or a demi-god and depending if they are from another realm or not, in the 101 Metropolis verse, instead of abiding by one single "rulebook". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; Maude's earliest memory is that of growing up in a quaint orphanage in Canada. Her life was relatively boring up and the reckless kid couldn't sit still. The nuns that ran the place usually had to put her in detention or give her some other kind of punishment. Maude was the kind of little girl that would climb trees and sneak off to play with the boys or the kind you would expect from a misbehaved child. Still, it's not that the nuns &lt;i&gt;hated&lt;/i&gt; the troublesome kid. They simply had a lot of headaches with her. Nevertheless, she always had her heart in the right place and the charming kid managed to get out of detention more often than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was... normal, really. Until the day she was taken by men in suits wearing white gloves. During the night, they took Maude and sent to the facility - there was really no given name, just "the facility", a secret underground military base where she, along with other children, was put to test. These were not aptitude tests: they were real and they were brutal and deadly. In the end, only twenty children survived the pain and experiences they had to endure. Out of these twenty children, only eight made it to the Soldiers program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the Facility wasn't that different from the orphanage, testing and military stuff aside. Maude still kept that irreverent rascal inside of her alive and usually gave superiors and scientists more than many headaches. Maude's serial number was 1001213 and her codename was RIOTER. She was number two. Number one's serial number was 2758034, his codename PRODIGY. Tobias had always seen Maude as a rival, not because &lt;i&gt;she &lt;/i&gt;wanted to, but because he was so competitive. Being number one was his goal, his focus. There was a kind of hate sparking between the two and there were always disagreements and fights, but they were the very best and ended up going teaming up a lot and their missions had a success rate beyond imagination. And it didn't take long for the then eight teenagers to get fed up with all the training, the experiences, the drugs, the tests, the missions, the assassinations. It was not a surprise when they all managed to escape from the Facility and went on separate ways. Of course, it was unsurprising as well when orders to hunt down and bring back, dead or alive, the seven Soldiers was issued. Over the years, the Soldiers were either killed or brought back to the Facility for "readjustments". Tobias, Maude and Kent - codename ULYSSES, ranked four - managed to keep alive and independent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maude travelled to England and only settled down in Cardiff, where she got a job as a barmaid at the age of sixteen. She lived with an older guitar player, Vincent O'Hara. At the time, they were just buddy sharing a crap flat just above a loud pub, but eventually things &lt;i&gt;progressed&lt;/i&gt; and they ended up in a relationship. Maude, who had a sort of love-affair with music, ended up picking up guitar lessons from him and eventually moved to the bass and vocals - while she does not possess a voice of a siren maiden, she has a raspy tone and a deep enough voice for the sort of rock group Vincent wanted to band together up with her and two other mates, Alex, the drummer, and Liam, the lead guitar, then Vincent in the second guitar and vocals and Maude as their bassist and back-up vocals. The band started playing in pubs and small time clubs, and eventually began to gain some popularity. Though first named &lt;i&gt;Up Your Bums&lt;/i&gt;, they changed the name to &lt;i&gt;Dirty Grace&lt;/i&gt; to become a little more approachable by eventual editors. Vincent got on the 50th best new guitarists chart, landing on the 29th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as things began to look more favourable, Maude's relationship with Vincent began to go down the drain as drugs, rock 'n roll and &lt;i&gt;sex&lt;/i&gt; began to interfere too much with their lives. Vincent couldn't keep it in his pants and Maude wasn't having none of that, so eventually they broke up and with that, Maude left the band to go back to Canada - just in time, too, as apparently the White Gloves trashed her place just as she was embarking the plane. During her stay, Maude began to search for some answers about her parents - and consequently herself. Although her inhuman strength, stamina and speed could be blamed on the Soldiers test, she had a feeling that her regeneration that apparently seemed &lt;i&gt;total&lt;/i&gt; (which meant was she to lose an arm, she would probably be able to grow a new one, &lt;i&gt;à la &lt;/i&gt;starfish) was way more than that. Surely the white hair helped as well but the most pushing fact was the whole detail that, while other Soldiers were hooked on drugs just like her, they did not have spasms of pain like she had; maybe something in her system was not compatible, maybe it was some side effect but nevertheless, Maude wanted to know why - and deep down, because she really wouldn't mind kicking  off the drug habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Canada, she met up with someone she hadn't seen in a long while: Prodigy, from the Facility. It was him who told her the White Gloves had re-opened a hunt for the three missing Soldiers and Tobias and Kent were bent on killing anyone that approached them. However, maybe out of friendship, Tobias offered to help Maude slip under their radar by faking her death. They agreed on it and Maude continued on her search for the truth. Eventually, she found out her mother had died soon after Maude's third birthday and she went to pay her respects to her grave. As she approached the tombstone, she took notice of a fairly willowy figure with long black hair and a flower in her hand. Hope flared, and she called out for the girl - only to be attacked by her. Maude was surprised to see that the apparent Japanese girl, younger than her by a couple years, was as strong as herself and she seemed completely bent on &lt;i&gt;fighting&lt;/i&gt; her, yet not kill her. Some destroyed tombstones later, the girl fled the scene and Maude was left wheezing with a few broken ribs; she was surprised to see that the presence of the girl had &lt;i&gt;blocked&lt;/i&gt; her accelerated regeneration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discovering some other clues about this woman, she travelled to the Metropolis, where she settled down on a tiny flat. She worked as a barista at night - while doing side jobs as a devil hunter, because apparently, Metropolis had an infestation of those. Sometimes, she would grab her guitar and play a few gigs here and there, and whenever she had the time, she would go down to the local community centre to give some guitar lessons for free to kids and seniors alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she became a little more talked about in the hunting business, one night a potential client came to her with a hefty amount of money and hired her to go after a devil called Valerie, who was once Queen of the world, then exorcised away, and apparently she had broken free and was coming back to take over again. Laid back Maude obviously took the bounty with a small, unworried shrug. Maude talked to her boss - with whom she maintained a rather weird friendship - to explain the situation and as she was used to it, the boss told her to hurry up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the cocky bounty hunter hadn't realised how &lt;i&gt;impossible&lt;/i&gt; it was to beat the to-be Queen succubus; Valerie was a force to be reckoned with. In fact, they were butting heads for a long, long time. Months went by and Maude still wasn't able to pin the devil down. To be honest, they seemed to have a lot of fun fighting each other off. Eventually, however, Valerie came to Maude when the girl was resting from a heavy fight with hundreds of the woman's minions, and offered truces. Of course Maude gave that the squinty eye, but there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of them and so Maude dropped the bounty and instead started to hang out with the to-be Queen as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long after that a god-like creature named Mattharg came from another dimension to apparently take vengeance on Valerie. Unsurprisingly, Maude quickly went to her aid, but it was impossible to fend him off and the succubus had to rescue her instead before she died at the hands of the god-like dickhead (as she so lovingly baptised him). Valerie fought him instead and eventually lost, but Mattharg wasn't necessarily evil. Instead, to calm everyone nerves down, he opened a realm for Valerie alone and she became Queen of that world, which seemed to appease the devil woman. After her recovery, Maude went back to a regular life, trying to stay away from too many side jobs. She would find bounties once in a while, but mostly would check with Valerie to make sure she wasn't cutting off one of her friend's head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of twenty-one, Maude had an encounter with the girl that had attacked her a couple of years ago on her mother's grave. By then, Maude was much readier to take her on - only to discover that she wasn't alone. An incredible force stayed put as they fought and eventually, the guitarist got to him. He was tall, handsome, and had a sleek style, Armani suits and expensive bowl hats. He had long hair, very white, and covered his right eye - his left one was of the colour of fire, gold and the setting sun. His name was apparently Dragonus, a creature that had been exorcised out of all living worlds into the forgotten ones, who had come back. He was the girl's father - and he was Maude's father as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encounter shook up Maude quite a bit so she went to Valerie to find some kind of comfort and they began to have a sort of... relationship. It wasn't the usual relationship, Maude simply found comfort in her and the succubus both enjoyed Maude's company and usual attitude and liked to keep her around. She let her stay in her realm for as much as necessary, giving her free access to it - the devil had a sort of venom gland which she could change at will behind her canines and one of the venoms was the key to get into her realm. Nevertheless, it had a sort of secondary effect of leaving said person rather infatuated with Valerie to ensure the succubus anyone that went in her realm had no intention of betraying her, and though she used the minimum possible on Maude, the girl couldn't help but to feel a little knot in her stomach when Valerie was around, even if she realised that it was all about the venom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maude came back to the Metropolis after a couple of weeks in Valerie's realm to look for some answers. She learned through various clues that her father wanted to become a god, a single deity worth of worship, eliminating all other creatures of god-like power. Dragonus apparently was looking for a way to turn a human a heartless, a creature without soul and heart that he could use as his private army, an unstoppable force capable of killing gods. Apparently, Gloria, her half-sister, was who was closest to being a heartless. In fact, Mattharg would be killed by her - and once he had been, the realm he had built for Valerie began to fall apart. Maude had to dash away to her to rescue the succubus before she too disappeared without trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie tried to stop her - it seemed that the succubus's former mentor, Illyanna, and Dragonus were old friends and she knew what a handful the man was. It even had put a knot on her throat knowing that Maude was his daughter. Dragonus had betrayed Illyanna and indirectly, Valerie, thus imprisoning both of them, but she did not blame Maude, so much that she was trying to stop the girl from fighting him - but how could she when the girl was so bent on rescuing brainwashed Gloria from Dragonus's grasp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maude managed to find a way to Gloria and she learned that wasn't a heartless at all. Although part of her heart was not human either, Gloria still had a very human-like soul. Maude, however, apparently only had half a heart, which meant Dragonus would find her much more suitable as the leader of an army. He disposed of Gloria, but the joke was on him: Valerie rushed to the scene and bit Maude with that venom of hers, making her a slave to her will. Dragonus was pissed but he had a certain limit of time to be on each realm and his clock was ticking. Before he realm-shifted, the creature nearly managed to kill Valerie. Instead, he almost killed Maude instead as she was still Charmed at the time, and protected the succubus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her recovery was excruciatingly slow and painful, but the succubus, who had by then taken up on a  new identity, &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="tergiverse" lj:user="tergiverse" &gt;&lt;a href="https://tergiverse.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://tergiverse.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Siobhan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, stayed with her until she was fully recovered, and made sure that she regained her whole free will. Gloria, thankful for her sister's effort of releasing her from their father's grasp, made sure to guard her like a hound until she was up on her own two feet. The girl wasn't much of a talker and she wasn't exactly the most social-friendly girl, but she did try and she stayed at Maude's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after all of those events, the sisters were informed that there was yet another sibling living in Miami. Maude planned on travelling there to check up on this rumour but it was the sibling who ended up finding her; he was a young man that looked a lot like her. He was out of danger because in the eyes of Dragonus, Sean was his biggest failure as he was entirely human - not a drop of Dragonus blood in him. Maude was quickly charmed by him, feeling they were actually very much alike personality-wise. He was just a male, gayer version of her. He told her he studied physiotherapy so he could be a masseuse and lived with his boyfriend Dave back in Miami but they were thinking of moving. Like her, he had grown up in an orphanage, though his childhood had been spent in Ireland. He was adopted at the age of eight by a lovely couple and then moved to America when his parents got a job overseas, where he met Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean had to return to Miami. During that short time, Maude and Siobhan had a rather bad "break up" of sorts, and Maude couldn't stay around so she went to Chicago to visit an old friend, John 'Jonas' Jones, from her bassist phase. Meanwhile, Gloria went to Japan to learn more about herself. Once she arrived at Chicago, Jonas picked her up at the airport and they went straight to a bar to drink a couple of beers. Jonas was trying to put a band together and he wanted Maude in as vocals and guitarist as he played the bass. A friend of his was drums, a Russian guy named Savva Jeloudov. The three of them hit off right away and they formed what they would eventually call &lt;i&gt;Little Red Dresses&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prodigy, or Tobias as he went by then, met her in Chicago and informed her Kent destroyed the Facility and the White Gloves alike. Kent was also a bounty hunter and Tobias was getting into business as well, especially into the underground weapons merchandise. It was trough him she met Monroe, a weapon dealer lady with a lot of class - and Maude's eventual boss. She had a bar and Maude needed a job and so it worked out. Although sometimes they headbutted a lot, Maude was loyal to Monroe and vice-versa. The band slowly began to work around bars, but they didn't have much luck in finding a nice contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Maude's life was relatively normal by then, it went back to regular-crazy when Siobhan came back into her life broken and hurt. Dragonus had taken revenge on her for stopping his plans. Of course Maude took care of her and made sure she was protected at all times, while being careful for any signs that would indicate Dragonus presence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, everything was fine and dandy. But soon things went downhill when Dragonus appeared with Gloria and Sean brainwashed, with the mere purpose of bringing Maude in to him and use her as a mean to kill all that would stand in his way of becoming the single god, as Dragonus was the only person able to unleash what it was to mean a heartless in Maude. He managed to trap her in and he did turn her into a heartless, but as she did have another half human, she was able to fight back and instead of killing everyone he ordered her to, she fought against Dragonus itself but won for a high price: during process, she lost most of her physical enhancements and nearly bled to death if it wasn't for Siobhan who, once again, rescued her. When she came to her senses, Maude had most of her abilities diminished with the exception of her durable stamina and her accelerated regeneration (even though it had been diminished, she could use it at will, only not to grow lost limbs any more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that event, Maude has been doing the occasional bounty hunt, but mostly works at Monroe's bar and does as many gigs as possible. Though still sort-of in love with Siobhan, she tends to drown those feelings by turning to other people and to alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; Maude is an optimistic soul with a immense soft spot for music and life itself, for parties and friends. Nobody would guess that inside of her chest beats only half of a heart. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;The heart is forever making the head its fool.&lt;div align="right"&gt;François de la Rochefoucauld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;AAAHHH WIP SHIT COCKS ;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Many things come to us naturally, and to Maude, it would be being extremely playful and even a bit (a lot) of a flirt. As a young woman, she tries to live it up as much as she can, enjoying each minute of her life, probably because of her past experience of being trapped until she was sixteen in the Facility, which made her eager to compensate the teenager years she lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, Maude is a cheerful and positive woman with a smile on her face. She's quite friendly, never really having an anti-social streak because of her past - in fact, back in her life at the Facility, she had been always the kid that stood out because she was always so comforting to her friends. And she's loyal to them, being the kind of person that give a leg and an arm (and something else if that's what the situation calls for) for those she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, and no matter how much she wishes she could surpress it, Maude is still a soldier deep down and sometimes, it rears its ugly head in and it takes a lot of herself to bury it deep down again - and she makes bad decisions regarding it, trying to mute the call with alcohol, drugs, sex, just to ignore it. She is partially afraid of it, terrified that side of her will take over someday and make herself vulnerable, something she can't stand. It makes her uneasy and nervous, giving her the need of shielding a lot of things though she is honest most of the time with her feelings. She's been hurt in the past, of course, who hasn't, but she does know how to pick herself up, even if she lets herself be on her knees for a while to catch her breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she is an extremely open person, she still has a lot of secrets she refuses to share with, well, anyone. While she's extremely social and can get along with almost everyone (even the crazies), Maude does have a sense of private space and so she doesn't ever really step boundaries when she's told she's doing so, least it's important to help the person. She has no trouble in sacrificing this and that for a friend and is always ready to protect them. Maude isn't exactly the kind of person that ever truly shows her real face, at least not completely, and she doesn't have any problem in telling lies, little white ones or big ugly ones.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; MONKEYDICKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything Else:&lt;/b&gt; SHITMAGNETS!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>black blood ❚ bullets like butterflies.</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="650"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="cat" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/dXcDx.png" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;character information&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Name:&lt;/b&gt; Cat ( Catherine Anne Shaw ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series:&lt;/b&gt; Original ( Black Blood )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Species:&lt;/b&gt; Human | Instrument of the Black Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance/PB:&lt;/b&gt; Despite her fragile figure, Cat is nowhere as delicate as she looks. She isn't particularly tall nor short, about 163 centimetres, and she's a bit too thin, but her muscles are defined against pale skin and her hands with long, thin fingers are calloused from the overuse of guns and fist fights with usually scrapped, bony knuckles. She keeps her black hair short and her ice-blue eyes are as cold as the colour they evoke. It's rare to see her smile, which has a bit of an impact in a doll-faced girl like her - a face which has recently acquired a little scar under her left eye. She has a tattoo of a butterfly on the left side of her hip and quite a few markings all over her body, such as small scars and the occasional bruises. Her earlobes are pierced several times in a row. Since she doesn't really care for clothes, Cat seems to wear the same thing all the time, though there's a certain affection for her long black trenchcoat even if its rather tattered at the hem. She wears once white sport shoes which are now an odd shade of a colour that's definitely not white. She tends to wear baggy jeans so she can be comfortable - these also quite old, though Helen seems to buy her a pair once in a while (because Cat can't be bothered to buy them otherwise). As for the white tank top and hooded cardigan, they're comfortable as well and simple, which Cat most prefers. She wears a simple belt and a holster under the cardigan, so her Beretta (a gift from Blackmore) is hidden from curious eyes. She never seems to take off her chain from her neck that holds two dog tags. &lt;small&gt;( &lt;i&gt;PB:&lt;/i&gt; Ciara Nugent ).&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Otherearth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;small&gt;The boogieman is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, at least, he is around these parts. In fact, to picture this world, all you have to do is to think about horror movies - it is Earth as we know it, an early XXI century world, which means technology and History remains, but much darker, much grimmer and much, much more dangerous, as beasts from our very nightmares are no longer restricted to our imagination but actually roam the world. They're out there to get you, and the big problem is that you don't know they are. The stories of the monster in the closet? They are true, given as many of these dimensions tend to end up in dark rooms, basements, under your bed and in some special cases, under your god damn blankets. The only reason parents tell their children monsters from horror stories aren't real is because more and more the very same creatures prowling in their closets and under their beds are becoming more cunning, adapting so they can rule the night under anonymity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherearth is a mirror of our days as we know them, except for the fact that these creatures, the Others, exist. The supernatural, the wicked, the damned, the angels, the saints. They have many names. Call it a slightly darker version of our Earth, which can be subdivided in alternative worlds. Vampires, werewolves, witches, banshees, monsters, demons, inhuman creatures that feed on human flesh and bone and soul and emotions, they walk among us and we don't even know about them until they have their teeth around our heads or their claws gripping at our still beating hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls are real, yet an abstract concept, but only those aware of Others - and Others themselves - are sure of its existence. Human philosophers can go on thinking: does it exist or is it a figment of one's imagination to inspire hesitation in doing bad things? The fact is, they're real. Their purpose is not exactly given, but it does serve as a source of food for Others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is called Otherearth since it gathers different dimensions: the Earth and the Otherside, among others that can be accessed through what are commonly called as portals or doors. Usually these doors are closed and common humans cannot cross them unless an Other pulls them in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others are not only what we know from the stories as the monster, the children of the darkest hours, but they are also what the Bible tells her: angels, but they are not the forgiving, winged creatures they have made themselves appear to be. They aren't holier than the demon. They are simply more bent to uphold balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unresolved police cases, human brutality, surges of insanity. Not all of them are legitimate. Some of them are the work of the Others. They don't have a name for themselves, but have gained names through the legends. The vampire, the werewolf, the undead and the demon. These are well known figures that evoke one of the most primal sensations in Man: fear. The fact that it exists proves it has a purpose, a purpose of self preservation. Some have it more acute than others, and others were born with a burden upon their shoulders that pushes them to ignore the fear to protect themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the burden of Black Blood, an unwanted heritage amongst those that have it and far more than wished among those that fear it.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; On the twenty-fourth day of November, a foggy afternoon, the Black Blood found itself an Instrument at last, after centuries of searching for a recipient for itself. It came in the form of a newborn, a being barely able to open her blue eyes with no idea of what the future was holding out for her. Innocent, devoid of the notion of fear - because the Instrument must not feel fear during its first breath - she was but a small baby with a lot of dark hair (the darkest hair you'd seen in a new born). The blood which covered her was washed out of her body and she was held almost carelessly by the woman who had given birth to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Shaw began her life unaware of every challenge about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until her twelfth birthday that a crazy turn happened. This isn't to say that she had a happy childhood, but she was as protected as possible, considering the circumstances. Alice, the woman that had given birth to her (not her mother, she never once called her as such) worked at a rather shoddy strip bar, until her addiction to drugs became too much for the patron to handle and threw her out. Not exactly the best place for a child to grow up in, but surprisingly not that awful as some of the strippers took a fancy for baby Catherine. It was why she was never dropped on her head nor suffocated to death during her late night cries. The workers of that place took more care of her than Alice would ever care for. One in particularly, Helen, made sure the girl was sent to school as soon as she was old enough so she could have a moderately regular life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of eight, her mother married an usual of hers. Clearly a bad choice: he had won the lottery and that had been all it took for her mother to move in with him, dragging the young girl with the luggage to a nice little flat with warm water and food. As expected, the money didn't last long. Catherine was far too young to fully comprehend it, but a smart kid such as herself managed to grasp the general idea. Alice went back to the streets at night, came home drunk and drugged, sometimes beaten. The man she had married, he left them after not being able to live with a woman such as Alice when Catherine was ten. From then on, they had to hop from place to place, avoiding bills and law suits though the girl did manage to go to the same school, even if generally tired every early morning for having to take care of Alice once she had arrived home in a complete mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during her school years that she became passionate about gymnastics. The fact that she had the never-ending support of her gym teacher Tracy helped her getting really into it. Tracy signed her up for ballet lessons and paid for them, knowing she couldn't afford them, and helped her practice gymnastics. All of that, it made Catherine forget about the situation back home. At the age of eleven, both of them had created a friendship that much resembled a mother/daughter relationship, something Catherine had always craved for. The teacher started to look into legal work on how to adopt a child in a situation such as Catherine's and even was aided by Helen. Unfortunately, luck was not on their side for on Catherine's twelfth birthday, Tracy disappeared without a trace, shattering the little girl's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same night, she became aware of the existence of the Others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tracy's apartment, where the girl had broken into to steal a picture of them as a memoir, she had an encounter with an eerie creature that ended up revealing himself as a vampire. A lot of what happened that night is mostly gone from her memory - maybe she blocked it, maybe she pretends she can't remember, but she doesn't talk about it. All she knows is that after waking up drenched in blood all alone in that apartment, Catherine fled the scene. She knew, after that encounter, she &lt;i&gt;knew &lt;/i&gt;Tracy was alive and she had to find her. Had to know why she abandoned her. Why she had shattered her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got home late, very late and the stench of blood and her revolving stomach were making her sick. She didn't know whose blood was it, but she simply had to get it off of her. In the shower, she broke down and cried for the first time since the teacher had been gone. On an impulse, she cut her long black hair very short, trying to erase the memory of Tracy's hair playing with it, how she liked to braid it. Catherine didn't want to remember that. So, she cut it short, so short, chunks of hair falling all over the bathroom's tiles, floating on dirty red water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got dressed and stood in front of her Alice's empty room. She didn't say goodbye nor did she leave a note. Behind, all she left was everything that made her who she was, left all the memories and the sorrows, left behind her hair and her belongings and everything. She only took with her the dog tags that had belonged to Tracy and the photograph she had taken from her place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that girl with no home and no name would become Cat, never again acknowledging what she had once been, to fully become what she embraced the moment she left home, for home existed no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While years of living with Alice taught her to overcome dependence and how to take care of herself without relying on anyone, Cat was still only twelve. Many times she wanted to give up and go back, to ask Helen for help, but she always fought against it, out of pride and shame. She endured what came her way and learnt how to survive on her own, how to be street smart, how to adapt. As she became more and more detached from human contact, she grew colder and stoic, grew uncaring of those around her and only focused on her purpose, on her life goal: to find Tracy. Nothing else mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat mostly lived on the streets, but she occasionally rested in empty houses. The homeless people  that observed the daily life of the common man all around them tipped her about when home owners were out. Sometimes Helen, the only person she still maintained contact with from her previous life, offered a room for her to stay in at the strip club, which she by then owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time she shot a gun to kill was at the age of thirteen. During a quarrel, she managed to kick the gun out of the man's hand and when he aimed another one at her, she didn't even blink before pulling the trigger. It was a kill or be killed situation, however she wouldn't use the excuse. She shot him right in the face and eyes, guts, blood, it splattered all around her and she couldn't sleep nor eat for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first kill... It brought her more than nightmares. The end of innocence, the blood-spilling of a living being. A couple of nights after said event, she encountered a strange, macabre jester-like figure. He introduced himself as Mister Macabre. Not very clever name, but it suited him perfectly. He was unique - no creature like him existed, or so he said. From him, Cat confirmed that Others did exist, as she had never encountered any clues until then, and they reigned during the darkest hours of the night. He knew she carried the Black Blood within, but he did not explain to her what it was exactly - perhaps he couldn't really understand it, perhaps he wanted to have the upper hand, but it didn't take long for Cat to slowly begin to discover what it did and how it would be used to her advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit she tried to maintain a low profile, by the age of fifteen Cat had already earned a titled through the underground. Among the people that were involved in that kind of life, everyone was aware of "Shadow Cat" (ridiculous, she would call it), some believing it was but an urban myth much like the boogie man. And just like the boogie man, she was real - and the Others knew it. Some of them knew she was the one that carried the Black Blood, but few knew what it was. Macabre, for his own benefit, shared information in regards to the Others and their activities. Not because Cat was concerned about the well being of humanity but because she still pursued any leads that could bring her to Tracy, though more and more they were hard to find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months later, Cat shot down the culprit of a series of murders, who turned out to be a rampaging Other possessing a policeman's body. Cat was nearly caught by a private detective, Lawrence John Blackmore. This man wasn't sure (couldn't be sure) of the existence of Others, but he let her go. From then on, Cat sometimes helped him and his friend Nikki, a photographer of Asian heritage who gained, during sleep, the extraordinary power of the Vision, where she could see things happening behind the dimensional doors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, Cat mostly worked on her own for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she began to discover more about the Black Blood, she began to understand that around her, the Others lost their immortality. She was able to make them half-immortal, sharing with her their never-ending life, giving them a zombie-like resistance. The head and the heart would become vulnerable spots for the Others around Catherine. In return, she was able to become more resistant to their powers, immune to the control of the soul, the mind and the body, regenerating fast from wounds and able to shake off their corrosive "magic" from her soul. But she did not know its cost. As she killed them, she offered them to Macabre, who would feed on their flesh to become more powerful and in return, he would give Cat any information he needed. A quid pro quo kind of servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was sixteen, she met a French reporter who was investigating peculiar case. Yvette Theuriau didn't know she had ran into something much more than what she had bargained for. While the case seemed to involve the kidnapping of women, it was more than just that. A vampire lord was involved in this and Cat was tracking him down and both ended up meeting when Cat infiltrated in an art museum, having followed a lead that his next victim would be there. Though it proved to be a fake lead, the reporter spotted her. Thinking she was a thief, Yvette caused a scene but Cat managed to flee; the persistent French woman followed right after her. After much ado, Blackmore came into the whole investigation and they ended up resolving the case which would lead Cat to another discovery regarding the vampires reign. While each House had their own Head, all of them reunited to discuss several problems in front of the Prince, one of the most powerful figures of the Otherside. After months of waiting and researching, Cat managed to figure out a set date so she could infiltrate and learn about Tracy's whereabouts. Because no matter how long ago it had been, Cat never really forgot her real intentions, why she was still alive, why she was doing what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to infiltrate in the Prince's mansion with a little help of Macabre, Cat found out that many were worried about the Lady in Red (the Dame), who apparently wasn't going to attend the gathering. While many took that as an offence and tried to convince the Prince (a character that always kept himself in the shadows so Cat never got to see his face), a servant of said vampire made herself present not long after the discussion had started. The internal affairs of the vampires could have been important for humanity's sake, but Cat didn't care about them. She was following a lead on Tracy and couldn't care less about what happened or didn't with the Others - that was what they mostly discussed, on how to overcome Others by being a supremacy, thus able to claim a bigger number of victims, of power and of territory. However, the servant of the Dame brought to the table a subject that directly interfered with her, since it revolved around the Black Blood. Wary of this, Cat decided that perhaps the Lady in Red was worth some sort of investigation. Getting out of the gathering wasn't easy. Nearly out she was spotted but managed to escape barely alive, with the help of Blackmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, as she investigated the Lady in Red, Yvette got into trouble and disappeared, having left no trace behind. Moments before, she had contacted Blackmore telling she was going to meet Cat back at her hotel room. The detective quickly suspected something was up, since the girl didn't meet up anyone ever, so he asked for her help to solve the case of the missing reporter. Cat confirmed his doubts when she said she hadn't asked anyone to meet her ("Especially not the nosy French," she would say) and while she didn't seem interested in rescuing the woman, she helped him and tried her very best to find her. After a month working with Blackmore, both finally found a lead on Yvette and Cat didn't hesitate to follow it due to a sort of a bad feeling clenching her gut. Cat seemed to give into those sort of impulses many times and it ended up being a deadly trap. She would die if the mastermind behind it wasn't someone who didn't want to kill her - not yet, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that Cat would end up discovering something she had not even once thought about, not even regarding the why Yvette would meet up with Cat when she hadn't requested for it. The moment she met with the person was pretending to be her she discovered that her mother had had a premeditated birth in exchange for money. She was to be given to a rich couple, but she hadn't not because they had backed out but because they just wanted one child, and not two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that child they had received was today the Lady in Red. Her twin sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a sibling bond that had brought Mary and Cat together, but the fact that the vampire twin had learned about the Black Blood and was surprised to find that her sister carried it. She was quite enraged because she herself had not been picked as the heir, which meant she had felt fear during birth, but she found herself a far better suitable candidate to carry such heritage than her human sister, who seemed to make no use out of it. She left her with a warning, saying that there was a way of killing the Black Blood heir and absorb it inside herself. The only reason she was still alive was because she was useful to Mary, who was searching for a way to gain  her power. Although she should have felt frightened, the new discovery of having a twin sister - identical, without counting the vampire's hair which was long like Cat had once had - had completely got to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected of her, Cat never told anyone about the encounter. She was able to find Yvette nearly dead in an abandoned mirror house. She took her to Blackmore, who drove the wounded reporter to the hospital. Since then, Cat disappeared for quite a while to gather her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after a long time did Cat appear again. By coincidence, that very same evening she was going back to gather information - now about both Tracy and Mary - she ended up getting into a fight with a Purged, an Other exiled from his home for having brought disgrace to his family. He managed to catch her off guard and stabbed her, but the proximity he risked exposed him to her and Cat was able to kill him. However, the wound was worse than she expected and she had to take shelter in what she thought to be an empty basement. It turned out to be a shelter for an empath that was running from the rain, a Brazilian emigrant called Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol took Cat to an old orphanage where she and other kids lived. There, she helped her recover from the wound. While it wasn't exactly a friendship - the British girl refused to allow herself to get any friends - a certain bond was formed between them. Her recovery was fast and Cat soon left teenager Carol with her kids to go find leads on Tracy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackmore found her during one of his cases, while patrolling late at night, and informed her Yvette was recovered and was living near his block, travelling back and forth to France. Nikki had gone to America and apparently was pregnant. Lastly, it seemed that there was a new file open on "Shadow Cat" at the police, led by a new transfer, a woman called Parker Mullen, Blackmore's niece. None of this was exactly information she cared much for, but she took it in. Helen was the next she visited, for she needed a place to stay. The woman gave her quite the scolding out of concern, which ticked off Cat - to feel concern for her was to make oneself a target and she couldn't have that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following month, Cat spent a lot of her time learning more about Mary than Tracy and, indirectly, about the Black Blood. It seemed that only humans were able to inherit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was becoming a bit of an obsession of hers. Perhaps because she felt threatened by her. The twin held a certain power over Cat and the girl didn't like that at all. However, she wasn't the only one investigating and Mary ended up slowly making connections and through that, she got to Carol. To get under Cat's skin, something she clearly found pleasurable, she sacrificed the empath and killed her while making sure the short-haired girl watched all of it. This got to Cat so bad the girl put a hold on Tracy's footsteps to avenge Carol. She went on a manhunt for every vampire family that was useful to Mary, slaughtering as many as she could. It wasn't a most intelligent move, but Cat was far too tenacious to care by then, glass heart broken again by the heavy guilt of Carol's death upon her shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such events eventually led her to her own demise. It seemed that Mary had far more influences than Cat was aware of and she was able to summon a gathering with the Prince to request his permission to form an alliance with a particular Other, a figure quite known in the underworld. He took Emil as his human name, an ancient Romanian shaitan who ruled over a small part of the Otherside. Somehow, he agreed in executing Cat. So one night, after a brief encounter with the police officer Parker, Cat was ambushed by Emil. Macabre, the Other she still kept around for information, apparently vanished when she most needed him. The shaitan took the girl to a deserted space, where a textile industry had once been active, and they fought. Emil was so ancient that he had grown powerful enough to influence the Black Blood running through Cat's veins against her. He was able to twist it against the vessel and dragged out this long execution, making sure it was as excruciating as she could take without letting her pass out, before delivering the final blow, ripping out her heart. He dropped the still beating muscle and the dead girl to the floor and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her soul survived with the Black Blood cursing her forever by not allowing her to cross over. A war went down until someone could claim her as theirs, but by either luck or misfortune, the Arcadia salvaged the girl's soul. Amongst human stories, they were known as angels, however they were nothing like the Bible told. They were strict and austere, far from stories of forgiveness. With an authoritarian discipline, they made Cat one of their Omens, a prestigious role among them, upholders of truth and justice, but it was short lived. Because of the Black Blood she had and the corruption it had withstood throughout her years of fighting against the Others crawling on Earth, part of her soul was far too rotten and damaged to handle the "pure" essence of an Omen. Like most of them, she was to gain wings, but instead only managed to grow a deformed black wing. As soon as she was allowed to go back to Earth, she immediately went to seek for revenge and drunk in her power, killed Emil cold-blooded, something an Omen should never do without fair trial, thus leading to a trial of her own. She was Judged traitor and expendable to the Arcadia, even if she held a power that would be very convenient to them. They ripped her wing out and Punished her by sending her back to her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrettably for them, the Black Blood always took something it had been in contact with, so Cat was able to recover from a dead, rotting corpse due to the very few minutes the Black Blood carried the virtue of an Omen. This, however, came with a price. Not only was it painful like her bones, flesh and skin were made out of needles and nails, her ability to quickly recover from wounds nearly vanished, though she seemed to still have more stamina than a regular human. Her ability to identify an Other was muted to the point where she couldn't be certain, yet there was still a fickle remain of that power. And where once the broken wing had been was now a tender spot, a scar that would never heal - the only spot on her skin that would never withstand any touch of the skin of an Other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon her return, she learnt that Mary had gone missing, so she went to focus once more on Tracy. That would soon prove to be impossible due to Parker's pursuit of the urban myth that "Shadow Cat" was - a name was sounding more and more pathetic as the girl herself grew. By that time, the myth had already faded, giving place to new urban legends of the underworld since Cat's feats were becoming increasingly more obscure as time passed. She was eighteen by the time she met with Parker again. The tempestuous detective was resolute in accusing Cat of all charges, but she was proven half wrong as they were caught by a famished ghoul, a lost Other that would feed on any kind of human being. While Parker nearly lost an arm, Cat strained herself far too much in trying to finish it off while protecting the confused officer, since it was too soon for a "recovering corpse" to exercise too much. When she woke up again, she noticed she had been taken to Blackmore's place by the young woman, who later closed the file on "Shadow Cat" for good after finding rather plausible evidences that most of what had been archived in the file were merely urban myths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by. Cat searched relentlessly for anything that could relate to Tracy and every little thing was precious to her, even if it meant endangering her life - she was used to that after years of doing so, but through those years, she had met all those people and slowly figured out that she wasn't made neither of stone nor ice and she did need the occasionally human contact, for she went to them when they didn't come to her. Her relationship with Blackmore was strong, the detective acting very much like a protector. Helen was a haven for when Cat needed rest, while Yvette made her feel like a teenager she had never been. The slowly developing affinity with Parker proved to be almost like the one she had had with Carol, an odd kind of friendship where Cat felt almost safe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Khel, the fallen Other that had once stabbed. She had a sort of... carnal relationship with him. He fed off of sex, she sometimes needed to "scratch an itch". She was not a little kid, she was a woman and she was no innocent. While it wasn't a great relationship, she would consider him an ally rather than a friend. More on neutral grounds. Then there was Audrey, a vampire who had turned very powerful after Cat's killing spree. She risked a lot when she aided Cat, but she gained a lot as well. While she wasn't good by any means, she did not see all humans as sheep like most of her kin. And she had a sort of&lt;i&gt; affection &lt;/i&gt;for Cat. Just as with Khel, on occasion, they would share a bed. Besides, it wasn't everyone (anyone) that could feed off the Instrument of the Black Blood. But Cat seldom had encounters as those and she rarely gave in to the wills of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the English Autumn rain began to fall, Cat received a little visit from someone she hadn't seen in a long time: Macabre. The Other seemed rather changed, more powerful, but still comfortable in acting as a servant to the Instrument of the Black Blood. He carried a valuable information that held the answer Cat had been searching for years and years: Tracy whereabouts. However, for this piece of knowledge, Cat had to give Macabre something in return, something he had also been searching for a long time. While he didn't tell her right away what it was, he did tell her if was she to accept this she should know it involved a trip to the Otherside. It was known that humans couldn't live more than one hour there, but he assured that, because she carried the Black Blood, she should be safe for at least three hours, which were about two weeks in the human realm. Before she accepted it, Macabre disappeared for one day to let her think about it, knowing the pressure wouldn't let her sleep. She decided to tell Blackmore about Tracy then, making him vow not to ever say anything about it to anyone. He told her that if she was sure she would come out alive, then she should go ahead and do it, but in the end, it was her call. Audrey told her not to dwell in the Otherside. Khel told her she was strong enough if she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat ended up agreeing to Macabre's preposition and the moment he appeared, she told him to take her to the Otherside. She nearly regretted it as they got there, a trip only achieved by an enormous strain on her body as she had to dive in a lake that was skin cutting cold - the door was beyond depths of the lake. She had to use all of her willpower to pass through it and all of her stealth to sneak through the Otherside unseen until she reached the place Macabre wanted her to. It seemed like the ruins of a once beautiful mansion with a fountain that instead of water spat blood. As they got there, Macabre presented to her what he needed her to do. He needed her to rip the soul of a Herald, a promising Arcadian, a to-be Omen, so that he could feed on him. The Arcadians had Judged her and Punished her, but Cat held little against them and the fact she had to kill one of them made her nauseated, especially one that reminded her so much of one of Carol's kid - only to later discover he &lt;i&gt;had &lt;/i&gt;been one of her kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macabre held the last piece of information she needed to find Tracy. And she had very little time left to return to the human realm. Against everything she had build herself to be at that point, Cat ended up doing what the Other told her to and fed Macabre the wailing Herald in return to what she would forever regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Macabre that took her to the place he had said Tracy last track led to. Still on the Otherside and with very little time left to return, Cat forced herself to endure the pain that realm caused her so she could see what this lead was. Macabre wasn't allowed to go near the place. It was pitch dark and she couldn't see a thing, but guiding herself by hearing and touch, she managed to reach a garden, dead silent and empty. At first, she thought Macabre had tricked her, but as she walked further into that seemingly endless darkness, Cat began to notice a woman laying on the floor, naked. She was sure who it was. Cat rushed to her side and gently turned her while calling her name. And she wasn't wrong, it was Tracy. Only a changed Tracy. A Tracy that had been corrupted by the Others, for she had turned into one of them and didn't recognize her. As a succubus, she had tried to simply attract a lost human to herself and as soon as the girl was near, the once human lunged at Cat and tried to devour her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely escaping the encounter, she ended up crashing against Tracy's owner, one of the very first Others ever spat into the universe, a shaitan as ancient as the Otherside itself. Time was running out and she would soon crumble under the darkness of the realm. It was pure luck Cat escaped the unnamed shaitan, narrowly managing to find another exit back to Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the time in the Otherside worked in different way, the three and a half hours she had been gone had given enough time to the human realm to turn into Winter, so when she returned, the lake was frozen. It was a shit load of luck, but the fact that lake was the one near Parker's new place was what saved Cat from drowning. The detective was just returning from work when she heard some odd sounds coming from under the frozen lake. Then, she saw blood and a struggling hand coming from beneath the ice. Parker set the girl free and took her home to ensure she wouldn't die of hypothermia. However, the fact that Cat couldn't stop crying worried her far more than the fact she had been gone for nearly one season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for Cat to recover emotionally and physically. Her body had been pushed to its very limits to endure her stay in the Otherside, so it took her weeks to improve. Parker took care of her, although she told Blackmore that Cat was back the moment she had found her. During her rebound, she tried to make the girl live a somewhat regular, steady and normal life, though she seemed to have shut herself even more from everyone after the day she had been found in the lake. Slowly, however, Cat began to search for a new motive, and as obvious as it was, bringing Tracy to salvation was what she then decided to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just needed to find a way how to bring back an Other to their human souls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Black Blood would play a vital role. She just didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; Catherine was born without fear. Because of this, she is the Instrument of the Black Blood. However, it is not because of this that she has not learned what is fear. She knows it. She lives in it. They have became acquaintances, and so has death, misery, and pain. She is the prerogative of determination and of perseverance. But most of all, she is the shell of a butterfly - the armour around a glass heart. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;A swarm of butterflies appeared and the people were frightened - thinking they were an omen of coming evil.&lt;div align="right"&gt;Lafcadio Hearn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; ➡ &lt;b&gt;FROM THE BEGINNING;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The life of the Instrument of the Black Blood is not easy and requires a metamorphosis. Catherine was not always like this. She was once a sweet, smiling girl with long dark hair and a special sparkle in her eyes, dreams and aspirations she was willing to chase. Her life fell to pieces when the one person that could help her through her difficulties disappeared - from Catherine to Cat, she built and impenetrable shell around her glass heart, a fragile thing she never shows. Instead of sweet, she became sour, stoic. Instead of chasing dreams, she hunted down nightmares. And instead of a smiling face, she became expressionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;BENEATH A SHELL LIES A GLASS HEART;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't be fooled. Cat has a lot of trust issues - in fact, it's almost unhealthy the amount of fear she has of letting herself get close to a person, a fear masked by stoicism as a way to save herself from suffering. Just like any other person, she hates to suffer and will avoid it at any cost. Of course, this is about inner torment, for she doesn't seem to think much about her physical integrity, which has earned her quite a few crazy wounds. This is not because she has some kind of death wish, like some have wondered, but because she will go through any pain to achieve an end. Cat doesn't back down, even if it's her life on the line, but it's mostly because she knows she has to take chances to be able to get something done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, because Cat has forced herself to grow up so suddenly, she still has difficulties in establishing relationships and just like a child, her heart is like made of glass and can be easily wounded, even if she doesn't show it since she doesn't seem to ever take off that mask of impassivity, the aloof, apathetic way she deals with people. Honestly, she won't admit it, but all she needs, sometimes, is to feel safe again, to fall asleep without her gun under her pillow and be alright with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when she closes her eyes, she can see the remaining of the smiling Catherine whose dream is to become a ballerina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;SIN: PRIDE;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Because of her pride, she doesn't like running away from anything unless it involves the life of someone she's loyal to. Although she will risk herself for others, she can be quite selfish and cold; killing Others is not a task she takes because it ensures the safety of humans, but because it's a lead to Tracy, something she alone wants and really couldn't care less about what other people may say or think of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to do anything for her. She won't like it unless you have known her for years. It's hard for her to let go of things, especially revenge. She will not rest until she can calm the anger ticking in her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's no secret that Cat's people skills are poorer than the lonely weird kid in high school, so small talk is something she very much detests and can't even grasp. Cat is so bad at it that she's hurtful even when she doesn't mean to be and sarcastic when she's trying not to - she can have terrible, vicious remarks and a biting sarcasm that put off the most friendly of people, but with time, people get used to it because it's very evident that she doesn't mean it most of the time. In fact, she can be a... &lt;i&gt;somewhat &lt;/i&gt;amiable person once in a blue moon, mostly by gestures she'd rather not acknowledge than by words, since she has never been good with those. It's probably due to that fact that she can't help but to be bluntly honest and sometimes a little brutal in her speech, but in the end, she's not much of a talker and doesn't like to talk about herself the very least. Sometimes a thing or two will slip from her tongue - after all, she is only human - but mostly, she keeps her mouth shut and kicks away anyone that sticks their noses in her business, because, yes, she does have an ugly temper, even if she's hard to actually aggravate. She'll often resort to violence if she's feeling suffocated by the intrusion of her privacy (which is easy to do, to be honest, given how wide the personal bubble she has around her is bigger than an elephant). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;NEVER BACK DOWN;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Perseverance. Perhaps indirectly related to her pride, Cat has the sort of determination that many people can't seem to get. She has been through so much &lt;i&gt;shit &lt;/i&gt;that it's somewhat incredible to see that she holds on to hope as if it has never been shattered and kicked and diminished and ridiculed. She is stubborn and clings to her ideals and to the ideas she sets in her head like a vicious little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;OF DESIRE;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you come up with the concept of sexuality, Cat will look at you funny. As one gathers, she is out of touch with society, but not so much that she doesn't know what sexuality is. She simply isn't deep enough to even care of what others think. She isn't a lustful person by nature, but sometimes there is that need - and once it's there, she doesn't beat around the bush much. She doesn't talk much, but she is rather ardent when it comes to passion. She has never been rejected because she has never branched out much, but she hardly takes initiative when it comes to this. It's not that she is coy nor inexperienced, it's simply because she has zero social skills, so she will probably just stare at the person until said target learns how to read her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;TALK LESS THINK MORE;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Most people notice how Cat usually grunts, hmphs, hms, shrugs, nods, glares and tends to mutter only monosyllables. She hardly speaks. But that does not mean that she doesn't think. She is not booksmart - she was an okay student, but she never really liked the more theoretical classes. She is, however, hardly ever not thinking. She tends to do a lot of introspection. And she listens. She listens to things some people aren't even aware of. She's patient yet tempestuous and that tends to throw off people. She may seem impulsive, but she has simply learned to trust her instincts and bad feelings, given as they have saved her life more than many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she hardly voices her thoughts, she tends to pass by as an enigmatic and even mysterious person - most of the time, secretive and rather unsympathetic. But really, she is simply reserved and antisocial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;BULLETS LIKE BUTTERFLIES;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cat is not sure of many things and has many doubts, but in her heart, she knows it she will die sooner than she wants. And instead of taking this a permission to do crazy things, she takes it as a warning. Although she dives head first into stupid situations, she usually is sure she will come out alive. Or sometimes there is no other way to achieve an end than acting like so. But she has no desire to die before she can save everyone she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;WEAR LOYALTY AROUND YOUR NECK;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's not every day that Cat lets someone come close to her, but once you are within her "okay" group, you will have her undying loyalty. She will go out of her way to make sure those she is loyal to are not harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's scared to death that she will lose them - even if she doesn't show it. She can't even think about a "what if" situation of someone else dying because of her &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. She still carries the heavy burden of Carol's death and she will never forgive herself for not being able to protect her when she needed her most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tends to beat herself up a lot for the misery that happens around her. She thinks she is a magnet for bad luck, which is the main reason why she pushes people away. But the more she pushes them away, the more she wants them close. The more people close in on her, the more frightened she is - frightened because she's afraid her glass heart won't be able to withstand one more loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; She's proficient with handguns, knives and unharmed combat. She doesn't know any martial art, simply experience with street fight which isn't, not by a long shot, an exquisite martial art of any kind. She's always been quite the acrobat, given her talent with gymnastics, a talent she has been refining ever since she was a child, thus she is extremely agile and can improvise during the many situations she gets into, putting parkour artist to shame. She also had some lessons in ballet, and though she has retained them, she does not have a good technique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has always had a lot of pain tolerance, which helps her get through accidents she might get involved in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she can no longer use the Black Blood to identify Others, her life experience has given her the instinct to know that certain creatures aren't human. The Black Blood gives her some other abilities; she can no longer recover quickly from fatal wounds because of her death, but still has a stamina beyond human levels. The most precious gift she has been granted with is the fact that her soul can't be corrupted and her mind can't be controlled, though a powerful Other aware of the Black Blood in her veins might be able to pull on some strings. On the downside, she seems immune to what one could consider "pure" powers, which makes healing all up to her own body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the most useful power is that anyone around her become only half-immortal. She &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; kill those that possess the gift of immortality with a precise shot to the heart or to the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Possessions:&lt;/b&gt; Besides her clothes, she has a small knife, her dog tags, a photography of her and Tracy when she was about eleven and her gun, a Beretta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything else:&lt;/b&gt; The Earth Cat comes from is in almost every way equal to the one we're living now, with a major difference: on this Earth, creatures called Others exist. The Others are what we commonly know as "demons", "vampires" and these obscure creatures many fantasize about. The year is 2004, not 2010, but everything that has happened until then on this Earth has happened in Cat's Earth. As a mark of the vessel of the Black Blood, butterflies, creatures with a short life span, seem be attracted to Cat and vice-versa, perhaps a bit of a symbolic sign, like a bad omen or the indication of her condemned soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blink&gt;IMPORTANT!!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cat does not have a soul. Her soul has been scattered in tiny pieces throughout butterflies - past, present, and future butterflies, that will keep on living on until the Black Blood can completely take over her.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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      <name>ｐｏｎｇｏ。</name>
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    <title>fat space ❚ pongo, from space!</title>
    <published>2011-02-15T18:28:30Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-16T03:08:52Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="650"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="pongo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/Cc1cD.png" border="0" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;character information&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Name:&lt;/b&gt; Pongo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series:&lt;/b&gt; Original Character (&lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="fatspace" lj:user="fatspace" &gt;&lt;a href="https://fatspace.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://fatspace.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;fatspace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon point:&lt;/b&gt; See &lt;i&gt;History&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Species:&lt;/b&gt; Human-alien (approximately 2/3 human).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance/PB:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii229/zombienessy/Art/spacepongo.jpg" title="colour reference" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;PONGO,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://imgur.com/m2TAZ.gif" title="full body" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;IN SPACE!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Having some alien blood in him, Pongo seems to be a little stuck where it comes to growth - he's barely over 5'4" feet, even though he is already fifteen, also maintaining much of his boyish features. He has sandy brown hair, which seems to stand on its own and he has a tiny scar that breaks his right eyebrow. One of his prominent features is definitely the gap right at the two front teeth and the dimples that pop up every time he smiles. Though he seems skinny even for a tiny guy like him, he does have a little bit of belly fat around his stomach, usually easily concealed, not having much muscle mass. His eyes are differently coloured, the right one brown, the left one blue. He always wears a jacket with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a blue turtleneck shirt, black fingerless gloves and some black pants with kneepads tucked inside &lt;a href="http://imgur.com/wPlM0.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;his race boots&lt;/a&gt;. He carries a hi-tech headset that he uses to receive calls or to listen to music or even take snapshots - on Splendor, the headset becomes his Seal. He wears it over his left ear, which conceals the deformity he has since birth.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance upon arrival:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; IN THE BIG, FAT SPACE IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR, FAAAARRR AWAY... A little boy was born and then shipped off to an orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the boring part. Raised in said orphanage until the age of four, Pongo was adopted by a Snookumpook*, Mrs. Wunnykins. She already had a large family with three kids of her own (twins and a baby), all girls, and had another adopted son - and would eventually adopted a pair of twins - and so Pongo grew up in a safe, warm household with all of his six siblings. There was Schnookumhead and Moopsiekins, the twins, and the baby Kissiekin. The oldest was Oramushi, the first son adopted by Mrs. Wunnykins. When Pongo was ten, the twins Ksathel and Yijash, a boy and a girl respectively, were adopted, thus completing one big happy family. Mrs. Wunnykins lived with her husband, Mr. Wunnykins, on planet Endolia, where thousands of species lived much like you would expect your everyday regular urbanized planet live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pongo was about eleven, his interest in racing and speedbikes began to spark and Mrs. Wunnykins, ever the indulger, took him and his siblings to a racetrack for his birthday. From that moment on, Pongo knew that he wanted to be a racer when he got older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended up working for a "food delivery throughout space" company, which was, well... Food delivery throughout space. It was a start for him, really. He began to work part-time, but ended up getting full-time after graduating from high-school at the age of fifteen (school works different on space, shut up). He quickly began to rise up in his career and his boss began to give him tougher works, riskier spots, given how good the kid was with the vehicle he drove. During that time, he began to get a regular client, a mail delivery service where he would meet Cameron and his sister Daneen. He quickly developed a sort of fanboy fascination for Cam - Pongo thinks he's "super-awesome-mega-cool" and because of that he wants to try and become a mail delivery man himself once he is of legal age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his riskier missions (because of the asteroid path he'd have to take) involved going to a neighbour planet for a peculiar food delivery and there he met a young couple that revealed themselves as his parents. At first, Pongo didn't believe in them, but he then started to warm himself up to the idea and would sneak every once in a while to visit them. They ended up revealing themselves as shapeshifters that ate kids. They managed to trap Pongo, along with many other kids, and threw him in a basement, which seemed to be their fridge. Gross. Being who he is, however, the boy quickly cooked up a scheme to get himself out of the situation and with a lot of teamwork, all the kids managed to get out &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; get the two shapeshifters in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pongo spent some time back home after that episode, learning that his sister Moopsiekins decided to get married and Schnookumhead was working at the orphanage from which he had been adopted. Oramushi was finally enrolling in college to get a major in biotech-chemistry. The three youngest where just about to get into school. Through Schnookumhead, Pongo discovered his &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; parents whereabouts. He didn't go after them without talking to his mother (and the person who he would always regard as such). Mrs. Wunnykins was very understanding of his desire to know more about his parents and consequentially, himself, so he left with an easy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found out that his parents had separated not long after he was born. His biological mother was married to an alien businessman and they had one baby and his father was missing. It was through his biological mother Adayea that he discovered that he was part alien himself (which would explain a lot of things, like why the heck was he able to be underwater for so long) by his father side. However, the Adayea didn't like him to be there because he was a reminder of a "past mistake" so she asked him to leave and please not to come back - she didn't want her current husband to find out about a life she wanted nothing to do with anymore. And that was okay for Pongo, he understood and didn't take to heart what she had said. He did ask, however, if she had any pictures of his father and much to his surprise, she had - only two, hidden in a box. It had some deep meaning to her that he didn't ask for sake of privacy, but she did make him two copies so he could try and look for his father to ask him questions about his alien blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, the signal of his radio/headphone/communicator device got jammed and he wasn't able to listen to the space-updates about a fast moving alien asteroid wall that was blocking the route he was taking. Pongo avoided a considerable amount of space rocks, but eventually, there were so many blocking his way that not even a professional could have avoided them all. He got thrown off course and crashed. When he came to his senses, Pongo waited for the visor-screen of his helmet to indicate good breathing conditions and he tumbled out of his broken vehicle. He was alone on that planet for two days. It was a mostly wild planet, with a lot of hostile beasts and colossal bugs and the boy was forced to find a hideout or be literally stung to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his third day, he heard some music and intrigued, he followed it, in hopes that perhaps friendly lifeforms would be the ones making the sounds, only to find a pretty music box, which he picked up carefully, curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he blinked and he was somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;*A rather plump and frog-like humanoid alien species, generally very nice and fond of candy. They usually adopt a lot of kids.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; If you had to use a cliché to describe Pongo, it would be that one energetic kid that while sweet invokes an inexplicable urge to trample. Either that, or smoother in hugs. He's very much a person of extremes, never being one to hide his feelings. While not the Sensible Guy™, Pongo is definitely a kid with a heart of gold and he's the kind of person that would probably cross the road to help an old lady cross it - only the road would be space and the old lady would be an alien, but you get the general idea of it. But while he is a sweet kid, he can be a little dense. He's not very careful of the things he says, usually talking before thinking, and he'll end up messing up a situation when he could have avoided so by keeping his big fat mouth shut - he has... troubles doing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the terrible habit of knocking things over or dropping them or generally be a klutz. Surprisingly, this does not translate into his driving: he's extremely well gifted in that particular area and even graceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pongo is a very practical kid. He's not the type to think through things - not that he is unintelligent (though he's not exactly the brightest bulb in the box), but he's a very impulsive kid that has the tendency to disregard logic and reason over instinct. While it generally gets him into big troubles, this attitude of his has saved his ass more than he can count with his whole ten fingers. He's the type of guy that can make a key for handcuffs out of barbed wire. At the same time, he's an impressionable person, which means if he likes it, he tends to overreact about it. And if he likes it, &lt;i&gt;it might not be so good&lt;/i&gt;. Especially if it's food. He's one big fat eater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feed him candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mustn't forget, however, that Pongo is still a kid and he is not one of those 15-years-old that go off on a big, great adventure and are forced to "grow" (and later on end up angsting in various episodes over it). No, not him. He's the embodiment of "boys will be boys". A prankster, always ready to play, with short attention span and a memory that does not occupy itself with holding grudges. He can have a very annoying type of humour and can be exhaustingly inquisitive, always pushing buttons that he shouldn't and trying to solve problems better off left on someone else's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; Since he's partially alien, Pongo has the ability of holding his breath for thirty-minutes (in effort, one hour if not doing much). He's an amazing racer and he can run pretty fast, though not for that long. Because of his gap in his front teeth, he can actually whistle through them, pretty loudly. He has an amazing sense of direction and can, almost always, point North without the help of a compass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Possessions:&lt;/b&gt; Besides the obvious (clothes), he carries his hi-tech headphone (turned into a Seal). He also has a little pouch at his leg that carries his radio, which is dead, a small pen-like flashlight. The headphone, in its original use, works as a radio, communicator and camera phone. In Splendor, it will serve as the Seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything else:&lt;/b&gt; He's partially deaf of his left ear (which is badly deformed). &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;samples&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action/Communication thread/post sample: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/zenseagulls/5693.html?thread=67389#t67389" target="_blank"&gt;In which Pongo talks and talks and talks...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/splendortrials/5516.html" target="_blank"&gt;caught with his finger inside his nose and not caring&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Log/Prose sample:&lt;/b&gt; As he grew up, Pongo never once lost his dream of becoming a racer - star racer, even, cover of &lt;i&gt;Space Race &lt;/i&gt;magazine and all - but for the time being, he kept it real, because to get to the top you gotta climb your way up and that was what he was doing: climbing from the bottom of the chain as a food delivery boy throughout space (which, really, was exactly what it says: he delivered food to any corner of space). Hey, he wasn't going to complain, after all it was a fun job, he was good at it and because of his skills, he was always sent out to other places he would otherwise never have the chance to go to. Like Do'En'Saf planet, where he currently was trying to give the food delivery to the msodygn that was eying him. &lt;i&gt;Trying &lt;/i&gt;being the keyword, since the msodygns where the most distrustful creatures in all universe. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, see," said Pongo, his voice already an octave higher because it was the eighth time he was trying to explain, shaking the food box in front his client's beak-face. "You ordered this. It's food. Look, look inside!" Pongo opened the box, showing some... pretty distasteful looking goo that apparently made the msodygn's eyes gleam in hunger. "&lt;i&gt;Please &lt;/i&gt;take it. I'm running late already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why don't you eat it?" It asked, voice full of suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pongo made a face of disgust, looked horrified at the goo that moved slightly and was in a very unorthodox color of neon green, and then back at the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't eat that! I'm only part alien, I'm mostly human. Look at that. It'll eat my stomach!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creature clicked its beak-like mouth, peeked into the huge box (it was three times bigger than the boy himself) and gave a little grunt, deciding that, alright, he had made the order and that wasn't some poisonous thing, finally letting Pongo back into his vehicle so he could go back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flopping down onto the driver's seat, he took a long sigh and put on his helmet, turning the radio on. "Hey, Cam, you there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the other side came a disgruntled voice, topped soon by a weird whine/moan like sound of &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;, then there was a &lt;i&gt;shut up!&lt;/i&gt; and some more noise until finally he got his answer, "&lt;i&gt;Pongo, where the hell's my food?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, man, sorry, don't blame the messenger! This damn msodygn wouldn't believe me. Anyway, long story, I'll tell you once I get there." His tone was  a little too excited. Cameron was something of an idol to Pongo and he loved to just follow him around like an annoying little brother does, a tone met with a groan from the other side. "So, gimme your coordinates, I'll be there in a zap. You know my motto: your food, anywhere, anytime, throughout space!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <published>2011-02-11T17:52:03Z</published>
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    <title>monsters! ❚ all the future ghosts.</title>
    <published>2011-02-09T14:43:31Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="650"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="sasha" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/dWcu4.png" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;character information&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Name:&lt;/b&gt; Sasha ( surname unknown ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series:&lt;/b&gt; Original ( &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/monsterward/tag/-%20canon%3A%20monsters!" target="_blank"&gt;Monsters!&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Species:&lt;/b&gt; Human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance/PB:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://i54.tinypic.com/x1glls.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Sasha is a scrawny little thing, big olive green eyes and dyed hair kept in a short cut in constant disarray. Bony, almost unhealthily so, she seems to be tired all of the time, and usually beaten up -  especially her knees, they tend to be constantly bruised. One could suppose she is intentionally scrawny - it helps her disappear in the corners, hide in a crowd and simply cower away. Though you can't see it, the inside of her mouth and part of her tongue have some cuts and healed scars, from which her very mild lisp comes from. She carries a worn out leather backpack with a lot of things shoved in it, some clothes, some money and a old MP3 player - the nomad essential moving bag. Most of her clothes are to be found in the same worn out state as the backpack, with a tattered black leather jacket, t-shirts that are older than dirt and possibly have belonged to some large man, ripped jeans and &lt;a href="http://i55.tinypic.com/23iz5f6.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;old boots&lt;/a&gt; that have seen more dust and dirt than water. Although she does not wear any jewellery besides the cheap kid's watch with the wonky pointers and an earring in her right ear, she has plenty tattoos: two big black straps around her wrists, &lt;a href="http://i53.tinypic.com/24n2lwg.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;an intricate sleeve on her left arm&lt;/a&gt;, a large pattern of &lt;a href="http://i53.tinypic.com/2rfdagx.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;peacock feathers&lt;/a&gt; all around her back and &lt;a href="http://i51.tinypic.com/313llx3.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;many birds flying&lt;/a&gt; on her back. &lt;small&gt;( &lt;i&gt;PB:&lt;/i&gt; Ruta Gedmintas ).&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; One day, the sky tore open and from the holes in the skies, monsters from above descended upon Earth, hungry little creatures wanting to devour the people below. At first, nobody knew what was going on, but soon people began to realize the nightmares from childhood were real: the monsters under our beds, the monsters in the closets, the monsters in the basement and under the stairs and behind your shower curtains. Never go alone in the dark, people would say. All dreaded that feeling in their gut when they sat alone in a bedroom with a computer as their only light because if they looked over their shoulder, a drool-dripping monster would be waiting for them to eat them. They were as strong as the belief of people. And how can you stop yourself from believing something that is real? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't. They were as real as the children wisely told the adults before going to bed. Leave the lights on or the boogieman will get us. Nobody listened until themselves got eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So war broke out. Soldiers marching against something that nobody quite understood, then civilians picked up their lanterns and their rifles, their baseball bats and their crowbars and they tried to kill them. The war was the chaos the monsters fed off of, and soon, Earth was nothing but a wasteland. The humans were eaten, monsters killed and the Devil in its sulfur throne rejoiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years later, one silly human turned to the Devil and begged it to give him the strength to turn against monsters and the Devil said yes, yes, of course, yes, but in return, the fool's soul would be its forever, condemned to Hell, a sulfur slave for eternity. From that moment on, the humans began to make contracts with the Devil for extraordinary powers in exchange for their souls to fight off the monsters and the darkness from above so they could protect their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big momma Calathea from above, the Mother Monster that vomited her kind upon Earth, began to get fed up with the Devil and decided to come down as well. She wanted to see what was going on. And then she saw what she didn't want to see: monsters killed and sulfur slaves winning and some goddamned hybrids. The few of those that survived her disgust won a special place and as long as they kept on bringing the head of sulfur slaves to her, they would not be disposed of. The few lady-monsters that Calathea allowed to live were regarded carefully. She didn't like them much and made sure they were sterile so that no monster would come out of their womb. One or two, they escaped this birth defect that most she-monsters suffered from, but they were clever enough to keep their mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the monsters began to lose against the sulfur slaves, they took their children and their humans and hid below the surface: limbo, some call them, the step before Hell, others say. There, they tried to trick the Devil, intercepting the souls of the sulfur slaves, not letting them go to Hell, to the Contractor. It didn't take the Devil long to understand what was going on and its rage and anger exploded into venomous bees, spitting acid and dripping bile. The Devil went above, to Earth, and began to hop from body to body, destroying monsters in its cold anger, gathering back the souls that belonged to Hell. The monsters soon saw that body hopping was a convenient way to travel unseen and so began to adapt this as well; unfortunately, the monsters wounded far too much the human body and their recipients usually grew unstable. Very few managed more than a few years with a monster inside. Some others rejected the monster, but on the other hand, these pure things would be delicious snacks for monsters, their blood and flesh tastier than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started to indulge in lust and began to have little monsters with humans. Unwanted babies that would be left to die or to survive. Those few that managed to get away would either go to the Devil or go to the monsters. Others would pretend to be human. Unbeknownst to all, the Devil too had its share of spawns. Few, very few, were born, for to carry the pregnancy of the Devil's child is hardly an easy task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans were left in the middle. The few that managed alive out of body-hopping and Devil-making, they kept on fighting. The rebellion. People who still believed that one day, Mother Monster and Devil Thing would be destroyed. They simply needed a plan...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ➡ &lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/monsterward/8194.html#monsters" target="_blank"&gt;we stopped searching for the monsters under our beds when we realized they were inside us...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ➡ &lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/monsterward/8603.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;those are monsters: casts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; Sasha past is a big blur or gore and confusion. The little she remembers is being lying awake in bed, staring at the slowly opening, creaking door of her closet, and then all that comes are screams, blood, guts, &lt;i&gt;violence&lt;/i&gt;. She vaguely remembers another kid in the room, a sibling perhaps, and a ghostly image of a woman and then a man covered in blood and guts, eating another man - and she isn't even sure if this is a memory or simply one of those reoccurring nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she survived was very simple: there had been more than one monster that night, two rivals having met in the darkness. &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="poisongames" lj:user="poisongames" &gt;&lt;a href="https://poisongames.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://poisongames.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Kulshedra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had escaped the human's wrath because she had, instead of devouring the children, taken Sasha to herself. The girl couldn't have been more than thirteen years old at the time, but she was submitted to idle torture a lot to satisfy Kulshedra's sadistic side. In fact, it seemed that the girl was one of those inhabitable souls so slowly breaking her and destroying her was what kept her alive. The more twisted a soul is, the tastier it gets - for the monster named Kulshedra, at least. For each birthday, Kulshedra would tattoo the girl's skin. She wanted her to be her living art. She mixed with the ink her own blood so she would slowly poison Sasha and though the girl writhed in pain for days, ached in fever for weeks, she never really got close to dying - which was exactly what the monster wanted, just dismantling the girl until she was nothing but a broken toy for her to play with. It didn't exactly help that because of the blood, Sasha began to have to take blood like a monster would - though in smaller amounts. Was she to ignore this need, her tattoos would sting as if hot iron was traced upon them, her stomach would curl, her skin would burn with high fever and she would slowly drive herself crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sasha's seventeenth birthday, after getting her &lt;a href="http://i53.tinypic.com/2rfdagx.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;peacock tattoo&lt;/a&gt; (Kulshedras symbol were peacock feathers and such tattoo signified ownership), she began to notice something rather odd: she was able to see a ghost-like replica of people doing exactly what they did few moments before they executed said action. It was a sort of precognition, a secret she kept for herself. It was a painful one, too, because she could guess what Kulshedra would do to her moments before and she basically suffered in anticipation. But it was thanks to that new found power - perhaps obtained through Kulshedra's blood mixed with the ink of her tattoos - that she managed to plan out her escape, even if after years of torture she was almost ready to stay there forever, with hope nearly crushed and being treated like nothing but entertainment for the monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She planned it out carefully. It had to be when the handcuffs that chained her to the great wall of Kulshedra's chambers were off and that was usually during the short time she had to take a bath - always watched by the monster's slaves, of course. She kept her head low when they took her to the bathing house, but as soon as they opened the room, she called forth her power and her escape began, seeing a few moments ahead the dangers that peeked from each corner and each sudden turn. Luck was also what aided the girl's escape; she was almost caught and killed by Kulshedra when she got lost in her labyrinth-like gardens, but eventually managed to stumble out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked miles with only a towel covering her body, bare feet bleeding against concrete, but she did not stop until she found a place to hide, an empty brothel with nothing but rusting needles and drapes of spider webs all around. She collapsed on a dirty couch and she slept for at least one day. When Sasha woke up, she grabbed whatever clothes she could find and some shoes and began to walk again, even if all of her body was begging her to stop. She couldn't, not if the monster that had kept her captive wanted her back. The girl only stopped when she reached the city and once there, she was burning up and writhing in pain for she had gone without blood for too long. She ended up passing out from hunger and exhaustion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she woke up, she found herself in a majestic home. She had rolled off a big bed and hit the ground, only to find herself in clothes that weren't so... whorish. In fact, she was wearing pretty simplistic clothes, just a big sweater and underwear. Frightened little thing as she was, Sasha began to roam the house with careful stepping, until she was discovered by &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-deleted  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="arentyoujustso" lj:user="arentyoujustso" &gt;&lt;a href="https://arentyoujustso.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://arentyoujustso.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Xanthia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the woman who had brought her in. She was nice and understanding of her blood craving and that made Sasha feel even more nervous - it was only natural that a girl who had been shown nothing but betrayal and torture and pain to be wary of what appeared to be just genuine care. It wasn't, of course, as Xanthia was a devil hybrid and she was trying to lure in Sasha to become one of the sulfur slaves. The girl had none of that and she, as always, ran off once she could. She was not followed, though paranoia stuck with her for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To survive in the world where monsters reigned, however, Sasha had to do some pretty insane stuff as become an informant for all sides - the human rebellion, the sulfur slaves and the monsters. It was dangerous, but it kept her alive and surviving was all that she cared about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things began to look up briefly when she started to see some hope in the rebellion, but the girl couldn't help but to keep on betraying everyone - even herself - by passing information that she would pick up everywhere. She would try and make herself invisible in the streets when she followed monsters to hear upon their plans, disguising her thumping heart and human scent with the poisonous blood running through her veins, become mere human in front of sulfur slaves and pretending to be a good-for-nothing informant for the rebellion. It came to high costs, her information, the first and foremost being complete secrecy about her identity, the second food or blood, and lastly money. Most of all, she made sure to never ally herself to any side, so she could run whenever she wanted. It didn't always work. Monsters sometimes would get frustrated and kick her until she was bleeding, humans would punch her when they saw nothing but despair in the news she brought and sulfur slaves would make sure she was stripped of any lick of dignity whenever they could. One of her clients, a monster, made her eat glass to never again say a word about certain subject. Of course, she eventually did, but she stopped talking for a couple of weeks, completely terrified of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the scrawny thing always manages to survive. She has managed to have a bigger control over her thirst for blood, as it seems that it only increases when she uses her precognition ability. While she watches the war from the sidelines, Sasha secretly wishes she was a little braver to join the rebellion. She doesn't like neither monsters nor devils, but how can she ever belong to humans when she feels like an animal herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; Full of vices and broken beyond repair, Sasha is a skittish thing full of despair and a pit of deep, dark hopelessness and a couple of weird quirks, such as stammering when nervous and having a bit of a lisp. She scratches her tattooed wrists when she becomes nervous and she rarely - if ever - looks a person in the eye. If she was different before being abducted by the monster, it's unsure to say. Maybe she was a spunky kid, but she has lost any spark that maybe she add. She has become someone she doesn't like, she is ashamed of, but nevertheless, she has become a &lt;i&gt;survivor&lt;/i&gt;. A lone survivor, but a survivor, even if, to achieve such feat given her background, she has turned into a thing she hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mahatma Ghandi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;COWARD;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There is no way around it, no redemption about it. Sasha is a coward, pure and simple. She is the kind of person who will hide under the covers at the faintest sound and think with her legs at the vague prospect of a challenge. She can't overcome her fear and her anxiety starts to pulsate strongly from within and she stops being able to think in anything but to run away. Because that's what she does, she runs away from everything - from herself, from others, from reason and from consequences of her actions. She doesn't want to see what she does and prefers to pretend that it wasn't her fault. She fools herself by saying that she is helping someone, when in fact, she isn't really. She tries to say it's okay to do a bad thing because she will then compensate it with a good thing. She doesn't. She's a coward and she's afraid of her own shadow at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is that she has the kind of contagious cowardice - if she thinks it's dangerous, she will tell someone to not to do it, to stop doing it and to run. Of course, she won't try to &lt;i&gt;convince&lt;/i&gt; them, that's far too much trouble to her. If they keep trying, she will flee and leave whoever was stupid enough to try and make a stand behind without blinking. She can't even stand up for herself, rather curling into a pathetic stammering ball of pity than saying 'fuck off' to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because she is a coward, she cannot bring herself to trust anyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;PARANOIA;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Directly related to her fear of nearly everything and her constant anxiety, Sasha is a paranoid girl that always thinks someone is out to get her. This was mostly because of her escape. She's constantly looking over her shoulder and she never trusts a person in fear that they might be an ally of Kulshedra or maybe that they've found her. Life as an informant is not easy and for someone as anxious as Sasha, it becomes a bundle of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;A BUCKET OF ISSUES;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her most recent memory is of herself being chained in Kulshedra's chambers and being beaten into submission, being told that she was nothing, she was weak, and useless and she was never going to be someone. Years of this have taken quite the effect on Sasha's self esteem. She doesn't trust herself and she trusts others even less. She eyes genuine care with suspicion and she will not take anything that is given to her. She doesn't trust kind people even if she, deep down, just wants to surround herself with those that show her a helping hand or a comforting shoulder. In fact, she will shove those away quicker than she will push away those that hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has an incredibly twisted and self-destructive side, as if Kulshedra's words have been scared in the back of her head. She deems herself nothing, and thinks she only deserves being mistreated. While she does try to not to hate herself for anything, she can't help but to fall back to this behaviour of self-destruction. She &lt;i&gt;consciously&lt;/i&gt; sabotages anything good that comes her way. If you want to talk about her massive &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stockholm_syndrome" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Stockholm syndrome&lt;/a&gt;, prepare to hear about an essay. She &lt;i&gt;doesn't&lt;/i&gt; want Kulshedra out of her life. She doesn't &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; what do do with herself if she goes away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her constant fear of betrayal makes her unable to reach out. She would rather suffer and writhe in silence than to ask for help. She's the kind of person that you would not see begging, rather just a lump in the darkness trying to hide from light itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;WEAK NOT STUPID;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't let her fool you. She &lt;i&gt;isn't&lt;/i&gt; stupid, just weakwilled. She is actually a very bright and eager kid and if life hadn't kicked her in the shins, she probably would have been the type of girl that fared well in school. Instead, she takes all of her intelligence and puts it to test by being a quick-thinker and a ridiculously good improviser. It's probably what has been keeping her alive, in spite of all of the terrible choices she makes (sometimes, maybe, she does it on purpose to try to hurt herself in a sort of karmic retribution, so she can keep on lying to herself and aiding all sides without feeling overly guilty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she is weakwilled when it comes to self-worth: she has no sense of it, she doesn't trust herself nor has she any belief in her own person. But most of the time, it's quite hard to convince her through words - trying to trick her is nearly virtually impossible. She's the trickster, a clever kid, not the other way around. It does clash on how easily &lt;i&gt;manipulated&lt;/i&gt; she is via emotions. She is easy to twist around if you are a person who can pull the strings of the heart, but usually only when it comes to the bad stuff. Flattery won't get you anywhere with Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that she has very little dignity and her concept of morality is far beyond salvageable, but that brings her leverage when she has to trick someone, especially if said someone is her own self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;KEEP TO YOURSELF;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She's very... quiet. For someone that is an informant, she actually doesn't talk much. In fact, she avoids talking as much as possible, preferring to hide in that dark corner and disappear than to say anything, even if saying something would benefit her. She lets herself be pushed over without a word and will take punishment - even if she doesn't understand why, she will always associate it with her being trash, being worthless - always with her lips sealed. The fact that she is ashamed of her slight lisp doesn't help. She hates it and she just shrinks and nearly cries if you even point it out, especially if one makes fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;CALM BEFORE THE STORM;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not only is she quiet, but the girl is also a very calm thing. Fearful, yes, but she never bursts out in rage. It's like she has dampened all of her rioting side, subdued it into submission just like Kulshedra has done it to herself. However, just like everyone, she does have a breaking point and if she does get to it, she might be boiling inside enough to not to run. It's not usual, but she tends to become violent if she reaches the breaking point, as if it's the only way for her to express her frustrations. She will bottle up everything but once the cap is off, hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;STOCKHOLM SYNDROME;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The syndrome, in psychology, is the paradoxical phenomenon wherein hostages seem to have some sort of feelings towards their captors that appear irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims, essentially mistaking a lack of abuse from their captors as an act of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that Sasha will attach herself mostly to people who cause her harm. It's uncanny how she always has the tendency to float towards those that have intentions of causing her harm. Is it conscious? Possibly not. She just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a hostage of her own self-destruction, of her emotions, that much is clear, so she will not blame those that harm her; on the contrary, she will tend to have some sort of servant-like attitude towards them. On the other hand, if she is facing someone genuinely nice, she will try to get away from them as fast as possible. But, hypothetically speaking, she would feel some sort of attachment as well if she was to deal with a person who tried to protect her as much as possible from everything that she is terrified of. She is a clingy thing, you see, only she has an easier time dealing with mean people because she &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; them. Nice people possibly scare her even more than the contrary. Maybe it's because she's constantly afraid of being left alone and helpless if she gets too comfortable or too needy on someone who has no second intentions, maybe it's because she has no idea what to give them in return, maybe simply for the fact that she has the feeling of nothing good should ever come to her because of all the terrible things she has done and have been done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulshedra has done quite a number on Sasha. It's a scar that will never truly heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;LONE SURVIVOR;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And even though she is self-destructive, that she constantly sabotages all the good things that come her way, Sasha is like that rat in the sewers that has managed to turn every odd chance into another opportunity to survive. She knows when to seize the moment to gain leverage over others, knows when to scurry away before it's too late and knows better than to face death - she may be a terrible person for herself, but she is &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;suicidal. She doesn't want to die. In fact, she clings to life with teeth and nails, at least until she can feel at ease. After all, if she wasn't like this, it would be nearly impossible for her to be alive by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a survivor means she has the occasional burst of confidence and determination to keep going - of course, in her case,  this means that moment is being fuelled by fear but it hardly matters what keeps her going as long as it keeps her alive. Sasha will struggle as hard as her scrawny self can to get out alive of any situation she faces. If it's by being submissive, that is what she will do. If it's by scurry away through trickery and words, that's what she will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't, however, cooperate with others. It's a bad idea in the first place. She's an individualist and doesn't play well with others. She might look like she will help you out, but you can be sure that there is something in it for her - she has learned how to be selfish to survive, because in a world like hers, that is the only thing that will keep your head attached to your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;DAYDREAMS AND ISOLATION;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Above all, the girl seems to be bent in being alone for as long as she can. She doesn't like to associate herself with anyone, doesn't have friends and would rather keep like that. The occasional trip to bed with a stranger, it has happened, but mostly out of a sense of obligation rather than actually wanting that moment to happen, possibly because she was entertained with daydreaming, something she does a lot. Pick a cigarette, light it up, and stare into the distance, letting her brain overwork in the hours of undrugged silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;SUCCUMB ALL THE TIME;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's hopeless to try and make Sasha see her vices are bad for her. In fact, it may just be why she indulges in all of them. Not as much drugs, mostly because they're expensive and she is, of course, afraid of needles, but alcohol is exactly what she tends to indulge in mostly. Sometimes toppled with a couple of pills. When she can turn off her always working brain, it's a relief. She doesn't have to think about all of her terrible choices. She just lets her mind shut off and it's the only way she can actually enjoy life nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;➡ &lt;b&gt;DEEP, DEEP DOWN;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But deep inside, Sasha is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; a bad person, just a terrible misguided, unloved girl who has never really known anything else but the life she has. The little love she has been shown had second intentions and still she &lt;i&gt;wants&lt;/i&gt; to believe that, maybe, one day, she can find someone who will offer protection - because that's exactly what she needs, something she can call a shelter. Of course, it will be a hard struggle with that wall that her self-destruction has built all around her, the constant reserved attitude and the mistrusts she faces everyone with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, she wants to believe she still has something human within and is more than eager to help the rebellion - the biggest problem is that she keeps on thinking about herself only because she trusts nobody else to do so, always afraid that the next step she takes will lead her to sudden death. She fears it more than anything. She doesn't want to die, but in the back of her head, if she has to, she really does pray it is because she will go by doing something selflessly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time (which will involve a lot of patience), Sasha will show her more tender side. Has she ever done it? Yes, on very rare moments of her life. Of the very few things she can be proud of, there's one she likes to remember every once in a while where she managed to grab a girl's hand and pull her out of danger before she got eaten by a monster. It's just that, most of the time, she buries the humanity inside her so she can walk away from a scene of gore and terror without making a sound, without listening to her conscience until much later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; Sasha has the ability of seeing a few moments into the future - but specifically the future action of a person. She is completely human, but the poisonous monster blood mixed with the ink of her tattoos seems to have activated some sort of link in her brain. Although it's not completely effective, she has never once been wrong (if we were to talk percentages, the chances of the person in question doing what she foresees are about 99% spot-on; alas, there is always that 1%). When she does use this power, however, the craving for blood increases and if she doesn't get a transfusion or directly drink it (which is gross and she tries to avoid it as best as she can) she will burn up in fever and she will ache all over, as if thousands of needles pierce through flesh and bone. She must consume human blood, not animal - it does nothing but make her queasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the poisonous blood, most poisons don't work on her. She doesn't have allergies because of it too. The downside is that many drugs also have no effect on her, and we're talking about all types of drugs, medical pills included. This is not to say that she can't get sick - she can - but if she was to catch a cold, probably the syrup or prescribed medicine would have little to no effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although only helpful in her world, she has the outstanding capacity of dissimulating her scent around monsters, making herself virtually invisible to their senses, because of the poisonous ink of her tattoos. In fact, because of that ink, she can't be eaten without causing massive damage to the monsters, possibly killing them - which is why all that have tasted her blood have thrown her to the side with disgust. Unless she comes across a masochist monster, she is rather safe from being food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Possessions:&lt;/b&gt; She will keep holding on to her backpack, which has a lot of stuff, namely notepads, some books (she likes to read once in a while), a couple of pencils and pens, scattered batteries, a tiny flashlight, a cellphone, many packs of cigarettes, a water bottle, keys she found and eventually kept them, toothbrush, an old battery-powered MP3 and sometimes when her big headphones aren't around her neck, they're in the backpack. She also has sunglasses tucked in the inner pocket of her jacket. For some odd reason, Sasha keeps all of her used up lighters: she has about eleven lighters and empty matchboxes in her backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything else:&lt;/b&gt; She compulsively scratches herself a lot when nervous, especially around the tattooed wrists - she doesn't even notice she's doing it unless someone points it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will not eat food that hasn't been prepared by her - this is directly related to her paranoid side since she thinks everyone is out to get her and someone will eventually poison her, so she wants to lower the chances by always picking the food herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of her scarred mouth and tongue, she struggles a little to dissimulate her lips. It becomes increasingly noticeable when she's nervous which tends to make her shut up since she's ever so embarrassed of it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>the devil's tattoo ❚ the gods and the devil.</title>
    <published>2011-02-03T14:27:20Z</published>
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&lt;td height="20" align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#DCDCDC" face="courier new"&gt;the god chapters...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#202020"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hell is empty and all the devils are here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, all the devils fled Hell and came to Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They weren't all that bad, except for the whole corrupting and fornicating and eating of humans they did. Since the devils strolled to Earth, so did the gods, but to protect humans from them - for a price, of course, for nothing is free. As long as they were being protected, humanity was to pick a deity to pray to in time of need and beyond, creating armies of zombie-zealots, returning to old rites and sacrifices. And if one was to think gods were forgiving, those would face the wrath of gods if they stopped praying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth stopped belonging to humans, instead passing ownerships to gods and their Saints and Priests. They all took Messiahs for their own, bodies of willing humans that were more than happy to throw away everything so they were an empty body for them to occupy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do when gods take over? You ask the devil to come to cause havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you see, the devil isn't written as the bad guy &lt;i&gt;just because&lt;/i&gt; - she is worse than the gods, but at the time he was the lesser evil, no pun intended. So even though the devil agreed to get rid of all the gods, she asked in return for a Messiah of her own, one of the few non-believers left: Malak Shammas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malak's parents were zombie-zealots, converted to the discipline of Apollo. The devil went to her when she was escaping one of the Priests of Apollo. The devil offered her a Contract. A promise that could never be broken, a &lt;i&gt;quid pro quo&lt;/i&gt;, something very few devils were capable of doing - and her, being the last one, the most ancient one and most powerful one had never given one until then. She became her tattoo; a Messiah of of freedom, but of chaos as well. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="devil" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f6280d5a6d6d72197fe54eda8b5e88ee339ecf5e65cfc2198a9b2ed4c8e4d480/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h01hvTCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgsBkQhTwNhuEUXgQ:jUqWDC1y6j0H962MPibL0g" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td height="20" align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#DCDCDC" face="courier new"&gt;the devil chapters...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#202020"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All religion is evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination and poetry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil's tattoo, just two big wing-like tribal shapes, soon became multiple tattoo&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;, shapeshifting regularly and to Malak's will and taste, sometimes to the devil's needs as well, as a big red eye on her palms appeared so the devil could watch, a big snake on her neck with its head against her ear when she wanted to talk to Malak. Sometimes, names of people, locations and gods would appear written on her skin whenever it was time to kill a god - that was the devil's power, the power to deny a god's existence, unzombiefying the zealots, stripping the god of his believers and ultimately, the power to kill a god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this did not come without its due price. For each god she killed, she was to Reshape at least one human into a devil, repopulating Hell. And to survive, Malak had the normal necessities of a human - drinking, though not as much eating nor sleeping - but because of becoming what she was, she also had to drink a Messiah's blood every so often to keep on living. Sure, regular human blood did the trick, but a Messiah's blood would possibly equal five to seven humans feeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would discover in her travels that there were many religions and gods spread throughout the world, and some religions had been forgotten. In fact, she would discover that the power that devils had of inflicting emotions, of corrupting humans, came from the established Seven Sins of a forgotten religion.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="tattoo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/5e9d7819da8536ae7e6ce45ed11f94014f926aae42c92cb8036f2790bd728793/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h0jRvMSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDqMM1MWLgoau0kq_h8VkibAadbUvQoergFmaA8:DNfkbnQW58HocIf3D6EYMA" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td height="20" align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#DCDCDC" face="courier new"&gt;the people chapters...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#202020"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are blind people who can see, but do not see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Malak wanders from city to city, town to town, country to country, eliminating as many gods as possible as she Reshapes humans and sends the then-devils to Hell, making sure they are locked and don't return to Earth. But sometimes, she encounters those special strangers that stick - and some stick with her. Messiahs, Saints and Priests, the converters of humankind, stand little to no chance to Malak's strengths and powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Messiahs:&lt;/i&gt; Humans that have sacrificed themselves so gods, Priest and Saints can use their bodies. Once used up or killed, the user of the body will dispose of it. Messiahs are much like discarded old clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Priests:&lt;/i&gt; Humans given the power to preach and convert others to a particular god. They need a ritual sacrifice to change bodies. They are able to heal minor wounds and have the power of the preaching word, which means they can manipulate people into becoming zombie-zealots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saints:&lt;/i&gt; Demihumans, somewhere between a demigod and a human; they are the warrior kind for gods, their "soldiers". They can hop from body to body as long as they are within arm's reach. They can heal rapidly and protect themselves from what could be a fatal wound. To effectively kill one, they need to be trapped in the body they are using (devils and Malak can do so) and then burn the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non-believers:&lt;/i&gt; Rare humans with enough willpower to resist Priest, Saints and Gods words. They tend to hide and pretend to believe, but usually are around to help each other out - and they are quite the fans of Malak as she is freeing them all. However, it's interesting how once in a blue moon, a non-believer is willing to become a devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gods:&lt;/i&gt; There are plenty but slowly being exterminated by Malak, who uses a revolver to shoot them in the head when they are stripped of their powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Devil:&lt;/i&gt; The big man (well, woman actually, the devil likes to take the shape of a human), sort of Malak's boss. &lt;i&gt;New devils&lt;/i&gt; are the Reshaped humans turned devils by Malak. They have the power of the manipulation of the Seven Sins, of fire and corruption and of soul-trapping. They feed on human blood - and in some cases, flesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seven Sins:&lt;/i&gt; Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride. These are the most prominent emotions devils can inflict on humans - or simply tug at their strings as all people carry at least one of these temptations. The more powerful a devil is within each sin, the easier it will be for him to transform a sin into something more intricate (for example, sloth into despair or pride into vainglory) or even turn virtues such as chastity into lust.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/monsterward/11482.html#malak" title="thedeviltattoo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9a26a64a35d158be070d6e18ac1444266e5302109572658c721812a77a95aeb5/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgvUhZ5B1U_pkxS3iA:BCvMXWdng6YmOjTw7ROsMg" style="border:15px solid #1C1A19;" width="200" height="200" align="left" valign="middle" hspace="3" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#1C1A19"&gt;THE DEVIL'S TATTOO.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#BCBCBC"&gt;malak shammas | devil messiah | 24.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Malak turned 20, the devil came to her with a Contract: to work for her in exchange of a powerful gift, the gift of god-killing. Malak accepted this and so she became the Devil's Tattoo, marked forever with shapeshifting tattoos. She uses the devil's powers to continue on with her mission, killing gods and freeing humans of their bullshit religions.&lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beverybad.livejournal.com/profile" title="beverybad" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/66e3b2c07e443bfe0070dc54be1ee3d3d4d23fefc9ce8d9adfa79a0b08876241/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgrGEp5Sh0_pkxS3iA:eMDT0F1Xn1CyrZeUEWCQ4g" style="border:15px solid #1C1A19;" width="200" height="200" align="left" valign="middle" hspace="3" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#1C1A19"&gt;BE BAD, BE VERY BAD.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#BCBCBC"&gt;the devil | the devil | ??.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://devilturned.livejournal.com/profile" title="devilturned" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/99e8b8ae2146c651e2f43d4198f6dcdeb27cee7190dc5b77e2523f68b9513a9c/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h01hvUCaZagcnD-huals6oRxt2GVd_BlU_pkxS3iA:xnkFIlhvngwVONwDTeVyEA" style="border:15px solid #1C1A19;" width="200" height="200" align="left" valign="middle" hspace="3" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#1C1A19"&gt;THE FIRST.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#BCBCBC"&gt;petre dodrescu | devil | 23.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a true believer, Petre succumbed to the wrath of his precious god when he dared to question their place on this Earth. Petre's family was completely wiped out; he was left alive only to watch and remember their death. The Dodrescus would become a message to the rest of the village. Malak arrived just in time to perform the Devil's work and avenge Petre's relatives, killing the murderous god. When Malak found the young human crawling and bleeding in the dark depths of his wrecked home, she offered back the rest of his life and made him the first Reshaped human. Petre now walks alongside the Devil's Messiah until hell claims him into its regrowing population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://withinherreach.livejournal.com/profile" title="withinherreach" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/2254bfebc43c9ba28efcbfb805dbeeec3870246c7587de4ca20ba806999fcdab/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h01hvTCaZagcnD-huals6oRxh1FBV6CEA_pkxS3iA:eyXjxutjs4NXQr-PSlcJ8Q" style="border:15px solid #1C1A19;" width="200" height="200" align="left" valign="middle" hspace="3" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#1C1A19"&gt;WITHIN HER REACH.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#BCBCBC"&gt;sieglinde | saint | ??.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sieglinde -- obviously not her real name -- was once a petty little girl with too much devotion in her brain and not enough sight to see beyond her goddess's lies. When her goddess heard rumors about the existence of the Devil's messiah, She immediately turned to the petty little girl and granted her the powers of a Saint. The girl was beyond thrilled, immediately killing and switching bodies with whichever delicate woman crossed her path. Now a treacherous beauty, she's adopted Sieglinde as her name, tracing her path to smaller villages with soft-spoken deceit and vulnerable eyes. She couldn't take any more pride in her work (for all for her beloved goddess has given her); her vanity will be her end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://onceadancer.livejournal.com/profile" title="onceadancer" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/wJI1G.png" style="border:15px solid #1C1A19;" width="200" height="200" align="left" valign="middle" hspace="3" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#1C1A19"&gt;THE DEAF WHO HEARS MUSIC.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#BCBCBC"&gt;sammie | human | 22.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born deaf, Sammie grew up a mute without the means to communicate as nobody ever made the effort of teaching her sign language - nor had the time, as she grew up in the slums. However, since an early age, Sammie became aware that there were particular sounds she could hear faintly: sounds that her brain interpreted as music. With that, she started to dance with a couple of people from the slums. Impressing people with her dancing skills, keeping her ability of listening to music a secret, Sammie began to travel the world alone with no apparent goal - except that of becoming affiliated with gods or devils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="#" title="" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/3tstL.png" style="border:15px solid #1C1A19;" width="200" height="200" align="left" valign="middle" hspace="3" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#1C1A19"&gt;A CRIPPLED MESSIAH.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#BCBCBC"&gt; abigail nevinson | human | 25.&lt;/font&gt;With her mother as a Priest and her father a devout follower of their god, Abigail was raised to become the perfect Messiah. She was to be a &lt;i&gt;proper&lt;/i&gt; lady, a child that was given all that she wanted and more. Pampered by everyone and raised in a safe environment, everything was prepared for her to receive the great honour of becoming a Messiah. Until the day she was captured by a group of non-believers. Although she was rescued again by her mother, Abigail was no longer fit for a Messiah as she had become crippled, a broken leg that had not recovered fully. The god was enraged by this unfit offer, but his brother trapped him inside of Abigail. The brother became the new worshipped god. With her life purpose no longer there, she was abandoned by her mother and banished from the group; she became a bitter non-believer, rejecting the god inside of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="620"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="malak" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/8XyBF.png" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;character information&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Name:&lt;/b&gt; Malak Shammas | The Devil's Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance/PB:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;small&gt;( &lt;i&gt;PB:&lt;/i&gt; Ugne Andrikonyte ).&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; The world itself is Earth, although clearly not as we know it. It was on 2012 that devils and gods came to Earth and since then, things have changed, especially in the field of religion. There isn't the one god theory anymore and most churches have been demolished to give place to grand temples and places of worships for the many gods that rule the Earth. If anything, you should think of it as a slightly futuristic Earth, though thoroughly modified when it comes to geography. Some countries remained untouched, others have been claimed and modified and you can't rule yourself by a world map anymore - because each god thinks this or that country is theirs but so do their god-siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, however, that humans carry on with their normal lives, jobs and families and all the likes, it's clear that most of them have been forced to chose a god to follow - whoever doesn't is treated as an outsider, a non-believer, and usually those that do not bend and break over the word of their preaching Priests, are shoved like cattle to be killed. To fool humans, non-believers are said to be the next devils and they should be exterminated before they can organize themselves and form an army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although devils and gods exist, you shouldn't really call it a &lt;i&gt;magical&lt;/i&gt; world, since that word is thrown around far too much. It's not magic, it's nature - power, soul, inner strength, call it what you will. Just don't say "hocus pocus" or you'll have to find some very angry gods. As for gods themselves, they are forgotten gods accidentally devils when they began to populate Earth. You have Ares and you have Odin, you have Ran and you have Apollo. Most minor gods have given up in trying to stand out, instead allying themselves with other more powerful gods, disguising themselves as Priests of Saints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we can't forget the devil. The gods thought all devils had been extinguished, but they forgot about the one devil that had been asleep until her last child crawled back to hell to wake her up. Once she learnt of the killing spree of her kind, she quickly started to plan her revenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; Nulla vel augue nec dui condimentum malesuada. Nulla id turpis adipiscing dolor pharetra mollis eget in tellus. Morbi elementum gravida aliquet. Morbi malesuada dolor ac ante euismod bibendum. Nunc metus elit, congue ac dapibus a, venenatis in urna. Donec feugiat eros id dolor sollicitudin et rhoncus quam egestas. Curabitur pretium cursus nunc quis pretium. Maecenas non purus a diam fringilla ullamcorper. Aliquam quis risus lectus, et lobortis diam. Sed non odio quis dolor luctus egestas eget id diam. Donec a cursus massa. Sed at ligula in nisl molestie euismod nec eu nunc. Sed mattis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; Fusce pulvinar quam ac eros interdum at pretium lacus fringilla. Nulla facilisi. Mauris pharetra augue nec tortor laoreet egestas. Morbi scelerisque pretium neque id aliquet. Pellentesque id consequat lorem. Mauris dapibus adipiscing metus vitae convallis. Curabitur vitae risus ligula. Morbi mollis velit eu nisl posuere et elementum neque luctus. Cras gravida pharetra bibendum. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Integer laoreet gravida velit, vel feugiat erat iaculis at. Integer ut nisl sed ipsum interdum varius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; Sed non tellus dui, quis placerat libero. In eleifend tempor libero, sit amet elementum sem convallis et. Integer massa justo, accumsan eget congue ut, sodales ac purus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Samples:&lt;/b&gt; Sed non tellus dui, quis placerat libero. In eleifend tempor libero, sit amet elementum sem convallis et. Integer massa justo, accumsan eget congue ut, sodales ac purus.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid0-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:10988</id>
    <author>
      <name>hayley stark</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="foundyourbox" userid="24026093"/>
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    <title>hayley stark ❚ i am every little girl.</title>
    <published>2011-01-24T13:08:24Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-24T14:25:21Z</updated>
    <category term=".application"/>
    <category term="*fandom"/>
    <category term="foundyourbox: hayley stark"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="620"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="hayley" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/5452e2979baefb9af9c08d007a945c7b50258c73ff131440a76b13c023375798/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h01hvTCaZagcnD-huals6oRx82ChRhHANhuEUXgQ:0rY1PUuWm0qkBbnIeUIt3w" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;character info&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Name:&lt;/b&gt; Hayley Stark*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Series:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/i&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon point:&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="#" title="Just before she convinces Jeff to commit suicide" target="_blank"&gt;SPOILER, HOVER TO READ&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Species:&lt;/b&gt; Human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance/PB:&lt;/b&gt; Short, cute, petite frame, with brown hair cut short and big hazel eyes. Is usually seen wearing a little cute skirt with red leggings and a red hoodie over a grey tank top. She looks pretty adorable. &lt;blink&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;DON'T FALL FOR IT!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance upon arrival:&lt;/b&gt; The same, but with a little scratch on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; After three weeks of chatting online with Jeff Kohlver, a 32-year-old photographer, Hayley meets him at a hip coffee shop, Nighthawks. She flirts with him in spite of the age difference and proposes to go to his house. Once there, he offers to prepare her a drink, but she refuses, saying that they have taught her to "never let someone else handle your drinks", and instead makes a screwdriver for them - and Jeff passes out because his is spiked. When he awakes, tied up to a chair, Hayley accuses him of pedophilia. When Jeff denies the accusation, a cat and mouse game begins while Hayley tortures him until she can make him admit it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hard_Candy_(film)" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0424136/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras feugiat leo sit amet quam imperdiet vitae rhoncus lacus interdum. Duis tellus velit, malesuada vitae accumsan eu, facilisis in lectus. Praesent nec vehicula felis. In vitae sapien tellus, quis fermentum diam. Integer et rutrum risus. Cras aliquet pretium sem volutpat tincidunt. Integer accumsan, elit sed consequat semper, mi massa aliquet lectus, in fermentum nunc nibh in dolor. Etiam sit amet metus vel felis cursus euismod. Etiam ultrices sodales massa, non sagittis orci viverra rhoncus. Phasellus hendrerit lobortis turpis, quis vehicula urna tristique sit amet. Nulla gravida viverra feugiat. Nulla vel augue nec dui condimentum malesuada. Nulla id turpis adipiscing dolor pharetra mollis eget in tellus. Morbi elementum gravida aliquet. Morbi malesuada dolor ac ante euismod bibendum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fusce pulvinar quam ac eros interdum at pretium lacus fringilla. Nulla facilisi. Mauris pharetra augue nec tortor laoreet egestas. Morbi scelerisque pretium neque id aliquet. Pellentesque id consequat lorem. Mauris dapibus adipiscing metus vitae convallis. Curabitur vitae risus ligula. Morbi mollis velit eu nisl posuere et elementum neque luctus. Cras gravida pharetra bibendum. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. Integer laoreet gravida velit, vel feugiat erat iaculis at. Integer ut nisl sed ipsum interdum varius. Sed non tellus dui, quis placerat libero. In eleifend tempor libero, sit amet elementum sem convallis et. Integer massa justo, accumsan eget congue ut, sodales ac purus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunc metus elit, congue ac dapibus a, venenatis in urna. Donec feugiat eros id dolor sollicitudin et rhoncus quam egestas. Curabitur pretium cursus nunc quis pretium. Maecenas non purus a diam fringilla ullamcorper. Aliquam quis risus lectus, et lobortis diam. Sed non odio quis dolor luctus egestas eget id diam. Donec a cursus massa. Sed at ligula in nisl molestie euismod nec eu nunc. Sed mattis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; She has &lt;i&gt;amazing &lt;/i&gt;bullshitting skills. Other than that, she's very self-sufficient for a 14-year-old teenager, and quite intelligent (she's on the honor students board of her school). She can pick up skills fast and grasps the minimum of the minimums of some medicine - at least, enough to screw someone over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Possessions:&lt;/b&gt; A bag with some couple books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anything else:&lt;/b&gt; *Hayley Stark may &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be her real name; she's a liar and though she introduces herself as Hayley Stark to Jeff, she may be lying about her real name (since she wanted to leave no traces of her existence). I will, however, keep it as her "official" name. Don't be surprised, however, if she introduces herself with a different name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;in-character samples&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action/Communication thread/post sample:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Log/Prose sample:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:10623</id>
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    <title>meme ❚ ❾ usernames.</title>
    <published>2011-01-22T11:29:11Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-22T14:27:09Z</updated>
    <category term="gggrrrrrrrrrr: old lace"/>
    <category term="oohfreakout: freakazoid"/>
    <category term="somewhatinhuman: kaworu nagisa"/>
    <category term="markedbullets: cat"/>
    <category term="problematical: seifer almasy"/>
    <category term="*fandom"/>
    <category term="supahfly: superboy"/>
    <category term="genderfused: yoshiro takatsuki"/>
    <category term="pausethetime: kiden nixon"/>
    <category term="howaverage: emilia gorski"/>
    <category term="*originals"/>
    <category term="willbereborn: the phoenix"/>
    <category term="unwrittenfate: tokidoki rikugou"/>
    <category term="forthismonster: nicola avery"/>
    <category term="oohfreakin: dexter douglas"/>
    <category term="hatesspicyfood: naota nandaba"/>
    <category term="smokingrockstar: maude dante"/>
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    <category term="fourthchild: toji suzuhara"/>
    <category term="!meme"/>
    <category term="choklitmilk: cheese"/>
    <category term="foundyourbox: hayley stark"/>
    <category term="pureshit: cook"/>
    <category term="mmmchildren: pikachu"/>
    <category term="allywithred: trish"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial black" size="4" color="#575757"&gt;☄ WHY DID YOU GIVE YOUR RP CHARACTER THAT USERNAME?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;table width="675" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" bgcolor="efefef"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify" valign="top" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="4" color="#202020"&gt;☆ fandom&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://abitofaputz.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;abitofaputz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( ALICE MAXWELL, &lt;i&gt;Cell &lt;/i&gt;); Apparently her father told her many times she was "a bit of a putz", and I love the word putz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allywithred.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;allywithred&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( TRISH, &lt;i&gt;Devil May Cry&lt;/i&gt; ); She is Mr. Dante's partner. His trademark is that red longcoat. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://badassinred.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;badassinred&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( DANTE, &lt;i&gt;Devil May Cry&lt;/i&gt; ); He wears red and has been called "the man in red" and he is &lt;i&gt;the dorkiest badass you will ever meet&lt;/i&gt;, hands down. It's not very creative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://choklitmilk.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;choklitmilk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( CHEESE, &lt;i&gt;Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends&lt;/i&gt; ); He sure does liek his choklit milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://foundyourbox.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;foundyourbox&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( HAYLEY STARK, &lt;i&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/i&gt; ); If you haven't seen the movie, you won't get it, but basically, she found his box. And I suppose she will find anyone's "box of secrets". Surprisingly, there were a lot of taken usernames for Hayley, but all accounts were like, dead or never used. Motherfuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fourthchild.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;fourthchild&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( TOJI SUZUHARA, &lt;i&gt;Neon Genesis Evangelion&lt;/i&gt; ); HE'S THE FOURTH CHILD, YEAH! Lmfao, of course it was available, nobody plays him. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://genderfused.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;genderfused&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( TAKATSUKI YOSHINO, &lt;i&gt;Hourou Musuko &lt;/i&gt;); BECAUSE SHE IS CONFUSED/UNHAPPY ABOUT HER GENDER AND WANTS TO BECOME A REAL BOY!! She's so cute, I want to canon review her and app her at &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="splendorocity" lj:user="splendorocity" &gt;&lt;a href="https://splendorocity.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://splendorocity.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;splendorocity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gggrrrrrrrrrr.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;gggrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( OLD LACE, &lt;i&gt;Marvel's Runaways&lt;/i&gt; ); She's a dinosaur. She goes gggrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hatesspicyfood.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;hatesspicyfood&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( NAOTA NANDABA, &lt;i&gt;FLCL&lt;/i&gt; ); He doesn't like sour soda nor spicy drinks. He's a picky kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mmmchildren.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;mmmchildren&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( PIKA&lt;tt&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Kingdom Crack&lt;/i&gt; ); Hum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oohfreakin.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;oohfreakout&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://oohfreakout.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;oohfreakin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Dexter Douglas/Freakazoid!, &lt;i&gt;Freakazoid!&lt;/i&gt; ); He freaks out to into Freakazoid! MODE and freaks in to turn back to Dorky Douglas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pausethetime.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;pausethetime&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Kiden Nixon, &lt;i&gt;Marvel's NYX&lt;/i&gt; ); That's her power, kind of. She flips herself into her own timestream and it looks like she has paused the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://problematical.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;problematical&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Seifer Almasy, &lt;i&gt;Final Fantasy VIII&lt;/i&gt; ); Because that's what he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pureshit.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;pureshit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( James Cook, &lt;i&gt;Skins&lt;/i&gt; ); Because that's what he is. ALSO, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS WASN'T TAKEN LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://razzledazzlee.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;razzledazzlee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Jubilee, &lt;i&gt;Marvel's X-Men&lt;/i&gt; ); I think it was a quote from &lt;i&gt;VG Cats&lt;/i&gt; where she goes "At least you have real powers! Not like, WATCH YOUR ENEMIES GOES RAZZLE DAZZLE!!" or something like that, IT WAS REALLY FUNNY. And then the original was taken and I added an "e" for Jubi&lt;b&gt;lee&lt;/b&gt;. Hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://somewhatinhuman.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;somewhatinhuman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Kaworu Nagisa, &lt;i&gt;Neon Genesis Evangelion&lt;/i&gt; ); somethinginhuman didn't fit, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://supahfly.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;supahfly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Superboy, &lt;i&gt;DC Comics&lt;/i&gt; ); HE'S FLY. HE'S SUPER. HE'S SUPAH FLAAAHH!! One day I will write him an app, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uncommits.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;uncommits&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Shane McCutcheon, &lt;i&gt;The L Word&lt;/i&gt; ); Her inability to commit is basically the foundation of her whole personality. It's not a real word, but, hey! Gets the message across. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unwrittenfate.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;unwrittenfate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( Tokidoki Rikugou, &lt;i&gt;Amatsuki&lt;/i&gt; ); He is the unwritten page, thus his fate cannot be read. And speaking of reading, I REALLY SHOULD CANON REVIEW THIS ONE TOO, LMAO.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="4" color="#202020"&gt;★ originals&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://brontides.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;brontides&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( MELVIN AXFORD | HAVEN, &lt;i&gt;Biomachines&lt;/i&gt; ); It's the sound of a rumbling thunder, and that's what the steps of his Dragon sound like. So. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forthismonster.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;forthismonster&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( NICOLA AVERY, &lt;i&gt;Monsters!&lt;/i&gt; ); She knows that Daz, the monster she is hopelessly and helplessly in love with, will eventually eat her, so her heart his for her monster to eat one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://howaverage.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;howaverage&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( EMILIA GORSKI, &lt;i&gt;N/A&lt;/i&gt; ); Yup, she's pretty average when it comes to RPG, since her life/world is basically the one of any regular person. NO MAGIC SHIT HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://markedbullets.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;markedbullets&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( CAT, &lt;i&gt;Black Blood&lt;/i&gt; ); Some of her bullets have marked targets, and there are many people with bullets with her name on 'em. So, yeah. CLEVERRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://notthatdog.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;notthatdog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( PONGO, &lt;i&gt;Fat Space&lt;/i&gt; ); Not Pongo from &lt;i&gt;101 Dalmatians&lt;/i&gt;. I'm pretty sure he runs away from alien-dogs when he's trying to deliver food every once in a while too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smokingrockstar.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;smokingrockstar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( MAUDE DANTE, &lt;i&gt;N/A&lt;/i&gt; ); She smokes and she pretends to be a rockstar/has a rockstar attitude. It's not a clever username. I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://willbereborn.livejournal.com/" style="text-decoration:none" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#cccccc"&gt;willbereborn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( THE PHOENIX, &lt;i&gt;Red Birds&lt;/i&gt; ); She's a phoenix and she will eventually reborn. A-yup.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;IF YOU WANT ANY OTHER CHARACTER, &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/monsterward/409.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;MUSELIST IS HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:monsterward:10443</id>
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    <title>biomachines ❚ cast.</title>
    <published>2011-01-11T17:33:39Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-16T02:39:20Z</updated>
    <category term="!cast"/>
    <category term="directiva: ❙❘❚❙❘❚❘❙❘❚❙❙❚❙❚ ( six )"/>
    <category term="wiresandvirus: anders oaks | killock"/>
    <category term="- canon: biomachines"/>
    <category term="fixtherobots: camille kirouac"/>
    <category term="derodidymus: syne callum | hellion"/>
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&lt;td height="20" align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#202020"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#B9B9B9" face="courier new"&gt;the dragons...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anopenhand.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v155/owlet/partisan.gif" title="( megan washington as ) PARTISAN" hspace="5" vspace="0" border="0" align="left" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="impact" size="5" color="#181818"&gt;PARTISAN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; kalas badua ■ 20 ■ leviathan lvl ⑨&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalas was raised to become a multi-talented intellectual member of society. From arts to science, her discipline did not allow her to stop until she mastered the subject in question. Needless to say she was more inclined to succeed in some areas than others, but that did not make her any less accomplished. Saying she had a purpose for all her goals would be a lie, though, which often pulled her into a state of depression, quickly replaced by more work. The possibility of piloting a Dragon was not just another step in her road, however -- it was Kalas' own fascination with their nature that helped her make the choice. Piloting them was not her first option, but her level of synchronization helped it step up the list. She has since become the fully dedicated leader of the current group. Kalas tends to keep to herself, conversing with her colleagues in a friendly manner only when she finds it necessary. She's known for being focused both on the mission at hand and on protecting her team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiresandvirus.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v155/owlet/killock.gif" title="( benjamin lønne røsler as ) KILLOCK" hspace="5" vspace="0" border="0" align="left" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="impact" size="5" color="#181818"&gt;KILLOCK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;anders oaks ■ 13 ■ odin lvl ①&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anders was a sewer rat. He used to be one of those barefoot kids that begged for money and run away to the sewers when social services came looking for them. He ate from the garbage and scraped for survival. Until one day he wasn't able to run away and was caught by the military to become one of their pilots. He endured a series of tests and when everyone thought his synchronizing wasn't going anywhere, Anders run away again - to the underground levels of the facility. There, he found an Odin model which reacted to his presence, creating such chaos that it took them months to make the people forget about the incident. Still, the Odin model, which had been dormant ever since the first capture, began to respond to Anders and he was able to synchronize with it, but it is still a very unstable model, but Killock feels some sort of weird connection with it and though it freaks him out sometimes, he doesn't think about it much - he was never much of a thinker anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://derodidymus.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v155/owlet/hellion.gif" title="( felicity jones as ) HELLION" hspace="5" vspace="0" border="0" align="left" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="impact" size="5" color="#181818"&gt;HELLION&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;syne callum ■ 20 ■ eidolon lvl ③&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syne was just another kid in high school: a little bitch that used to hang out with other bitches and bullied the others, never really making friends except those that pretended to be to become associated with her. Once she was gone, nobody mourned her loss and that drove her into a bitter, resentful girl that didn't care if she died or not. She was assigned to a rather young Eidolon model and after extensive training, she became Hellion. Although she keeps mostly to herself and isn't much of a talker, Hellion will quickly show how ugly the monster inside is, a destructive force in the field. She doesn't seem to care about anything, but she maintains a good friendship with Killock and tends to be extremely protective of him, even aggressively so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://howimperfect.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v155/owlet/reaver.gif" title="( nataliya piro as ) REAVER" hspace="5" vspace="0" border="0" align="left" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="impact" size="5" color="#181818"&gt;REAVER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; odean fey ■  16 ■ eidolon lvl ⑦&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always shy and with her head in the clouds, Odean spent her time daydreaming and detaching herself from the world. She would observe things closely and pick away at their imperfections until they were unrecognizable to her. People that asked her questions got answers they wouldn't understand, quickly labeling her as the resident weirdo wherever she went, which only caused her to become even more reclusive. Odean was one of the several students approached for synchronization tests, recruited when she triggered a reaction from one of the Dragons. She finds herself smiling more since that day, though she still keeps a lot to herself. She's not insecure about her skills, but piloting a Dragon is an entirely new universe she's not quite prepared for. She seems to take this as a reason to overcompensate, becoming incredibly violent and unforgiving during their missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brontides.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v155/owlet/damask.gif" title="( jack o&amp;apos;connell as ) HAVEN" hspace="5" vspace="0" border="0" align="left" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="impact" size="5" color="#181818"&gt;HAVEN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;melvin 'mel' axford ■ 18 ■ leviathan lvl ⑥&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin 'Mel' Axford was never very good at anything. He wasn't the smartest of his classmates in school and didn't care about grades. He wasn't particularly bad at sports, but he wasn't the top of his class either, though he did enjoy playing football with his mates. And then one day when he was at his regular pub downing his beer, the military came in and yanked him to the testing facilities to make a him a Dragon pilot. He synchronized with a Leviathan, became Haven and, surprisingly, he proved himself to be rather good at the whole Dragon synchronizing mess. It has been a year since he has been in the military and though he is undoubtedly a top pilot, he does not have the spirit of a military person and that tends to leave to severe repercussions and even some time in The Box, as he calls the prison-like facility troublesome Dragons are sent to. However, because of his skills, he usually gets out of it sooner than expected - and either way, he tends to flee most of the time to drink beer with his mates, being the reckless shithead he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="20" align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#202020"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#B9B9B9" face="courier new"&gt;the rebels...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://directiva.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v155/owlet/six.gif" title="( freja beha erichsen as ) SIX" hspace="5" vspace="0" border="0" align="left" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="impact" size="5" color="#181818"&gt;DISC: SIX&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;beta csu-1 ■ 45 ■ cyborg&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labelled as a dangerous criminal, she was accused of murder albeit she was framed by someone she is still trying to find out - something that happened frequently behind closed doors when the military needed new people to experiment biomachines prototypes. Seeing it as a way out, the young woman accepted the bargain, exchanging her life on the death row to become a lab rat for a prototype combat model and the first to have a breakthrough chip to be installed in her brain. However, the project failed as she was able to overcome the chip's directive, shooting herself in the head and risking brain damage, but the biomachines inside her body quickly healed her as she escaped the facility with only the amnesia that the military provoked in her persisting. She laid low for a long time, her body never ageing again. Only after ten years, the newly named SIX (Soldier Ixion Ten) appeared again as a Renegade, an illegal cyborg that had started investigating the military facility she had been locked up in for experiments, wanting to find out how they framed people, while doing small jobs on the side - and finding out things about Earth's recovery as she travelled the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fixtherobots.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v155/owlet/cam.gif" title="( hayley kyoko as ) CAMILLE KIROUAC" hspace="5" vspace="0" border="0" align="left" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="impact" size="5" color="#181818"&gt;CAMILLE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;camille kirouac ■ 16 ■ mechanic&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With parents that still called themselves French immigrants, Camille was a girl that usually kept to herself until her mother, Shu Bao, was arrested for a crime she had not committed and her father, René, followed suit as he "resisted and opposed authority" and soon they were both on death row. Left alone, Camille ran away so she wouldn't be thrown into some sort of adoption centre like it usually happened with kids and ended up running into SIX, who saved her from a bunch of soldiers that were after her, as she was a witness to the military corruption and they couldn't have her running free. Since then, Camille has assisted SIX in all of her missions as her medic/mechanic sort of person, given as she's quite the little genius when it comes to biomachines technology, able to fix a lot of things that most scientists can't by observing and studying the problem for a while. Although she knows SIX will never admit it, Cam is very aware of the fact that she's her "golden girl", seeing SIX as a bit of an older sister because of it.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    <title>biomachines ❚ synchronize the code.</title>
    <published>2011-01-11T14:09:39Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-16T01:56:14Z</updated>
    <category term="wiresandvirus: anders oaks | killock"/>
    <category term="- canon: biomachines"/>
    <category term="fixtherobots: camille kirouac"/>
    <category term="derodidymus: syne callum | hellion"/>
    <category term="directiva: ❙❘❚❙❘❚❘❙❘❚❙❙❚❙❚ ( six )"/>
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&lt;td height="20" align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#DCDCDC" face="courier new"&gt;united mars federation...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#202020"&gt;After the Second Coming, a terrible natural catastrophe that began to rumble the Earth, humanity was sent to Mars for safety reasons given how unstable home was becoming time with all the changes - hurricanes, blizzards after dry seasons, eruption of dormant volcanoes, too hot, too cold, it was as if nature itself was purging humans out. Impossible to carry on with human life on Earht, many had to endure for years the terrible climate while the military, scientist and activists cleaned up Mars so it was prepared to harbour human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cleaning was complete, life began anew and Earth was slowly forgotten. Over the centuries to come, areas such as science, robotics and others began to suffer changes, improvements and new discoveries. The military focused on preventing another nuclear war from happening (the First Coming from Earth). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years went by and soon science needed volunteers to experiment with Mars organisms and others and so soldiers ended up volunteering to become part machines (later called cyborgs), becoming part of the massively improved machinery: biomachines. The military began making deals with prisoners on the death row to become cyborgs, instructing them as they saw fit, made to never disobeying their orders. Should one unit fight against the law and orders the military imposed upon them, the entire series would be discontinued and destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took centuries for humans to understand that they were not alone. Mars was populated by organisms with the ability to shrink and turn invisible and as human life came in contact with them, they slowly began to become &lt;i&gt;visible&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;giants&lt;/i&gt;. These aliens - called wraiths by humans - were not happy with the invasion and so began to rebel against them. But humans, as the very adaptable beings they are, fought back with their biomachines and their wits and soon discovered that some of these giants were much like machines - and like any machines, they could be piloted. But not by everyone, for only a couple of people were able synchronize with them, thus creating a new form of fighting back against the giants.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td height="20" align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#DCDCDC" face="courier new"&gt;enemy intel...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#202020"&gt;There are various type of Martian life form, but none as exotic and dangerous as the Wraiths. They come in various forms, though there are some that are more common and others that are rarer. The Eidolons, Leviathans and Odins are the species so far that are known to be able to be piloted by synchronizing a human inside of them. Ogres, Colossus, Behemoths, Titans, Mammoths and Goliaths are the species that are unsynchronizable, which means they are a danger to human society and seem to have quite a liking for destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Wraiths is such a &lt;i&gt;injurious name&lt;/i&gt;, piloted Wraiths are addressed as Dragons, since it empowers them a little to receive the name of such honourable beast. A Dragon gone rogue is instead called a Wyvern - though such occurance has happened a couple of times, the military silences such rumours. However, there is a story of one Wyvern that still soars the skies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#BCBCBC"&gt;DRAGONS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;EIDOLON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While balanced, it is more inclined to be used as an attack weapon due to its speed and powerful strike. However, because of this speed, handling one is difficult as it can become unstable very fast. It cannot endure as many hits as the other Dragons, but its speed seems to help the pilot to almost foreshadow his opponents moves. Still, it is a rebellious model and there aren't many willing to bend to its will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;LEVIATHAN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Possibly the most defensive type of Dragon, it is able to endure more hits than any other known type. The synchronization levels are good, but the attack power is not as destructive as its counterparts. Although it recovers fast, it is a bit of a slow model, unless the synchronization levels are maxed out, in which the movements flow gracefully and with little to no glitches, as its hard to infect a Leviathan. It's to most common type of Dragons, as they seem to be far more domesticated than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ODIN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Only three of these Dragons are registered as captive and only one is currently operational, &lt;a href="http://wiresandvirus.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;Killock's&lt;/a&gt;. The synchronization levels are off-putting because of how hard it is to achieve one, but the destructive power it has is simply awe-inspiring. It's said that a level 20 Odin could wipe out an entire aerie (as the nests of Wraiths are called) with one single blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#BCBCBC"&gt;WRAITHS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;KING FENRIR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The first Wraith, he has only been sighted once after his début. It is said to be the king of Wraiths and everyone clamps their hands over their ears when the name "Fenrir" is spoken as it is said to bring bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BEHEMOTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus tincidunt odio metus. Donec leo velit, mollis a facilisis sed, fermentum vel urna. Aenean pulvinar malesuada sodales. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Donec luctus lacus quis risus faucibus sit amet tempor risus vulputate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;COLOSSUS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus tincidunt odio metus. Donec leo velit, mollis a facilisis sed, fermentum vel urna. Aenean pulvinar malesuada sodales. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Donec luctus lacus quis risus faucibus sit amet tempor risus vulputate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOLIATH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus tincidunt odio metus. Donec leo velit, mollis a facilisis sed, fermentum vel urna. Aenean pulvinar malesuada sodales. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Donec luctus lacus quis risus faucibus sit amet tempor risus vulputate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAMMOTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus tincidunt odio metus. Donec leo velit, mollis a facilisis sed, fermentum vel urna. Aenean pulvinar malesuada sodales. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Donec luctus lacus quis risus faucibus sit amet tempor risus vulputate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;OGRE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus tincidunt odio metus. Donec leo velit, mollis a facilisis sed, fermentum vel urna. Aenean pulvinar malesuada sodales. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Donec luctus lacus quis risus faucibus sit amet tempor risus vulputate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TITAN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Vivamus tincidunt odio metus. Donec leo velit, mollis a facilisis sed, fermentum vel urna. Aenean pulvinar malesuada sodales. In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Donec luctus lacus quis risus faucibus sit amet tempor risus vulputate. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td height="20" align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a name="sync" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#DCDCDC" face="courier new"&gt;synchronizing...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#202020"&gt;To pilot a Dragon, one must have the capacity to synchronize with it. Of course, once the military learnt of this, they rolled up their sleeves and set themselves to work on both finding, recruiting and training these few people able to do so. So that they could study and monitor these people closely, a series of tests were run and they are still learning about the Dragons and the pilots. The younger the pilot is, the better, which is why their identities tend to be top secret - which is rather hard as all pilots have to undergo severe surgery to install an &lt;tt&gt;ORB&lt;/tt&gt; (Organic Rechargeable Battery) inside of them so that they can operate the Dragon outside facilities. The &lt;tt&gt;ORB&lt;/tt&gt; makes these pilots extremely dependable of a type of energy scientists have baptised as &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilots are forced to install a port at the base of their neck so that they can connect the &lt;tt&gt;HEARTWIRE&lt;/tt&gt; of the giant to them - which is exactly what it sounds like. The heart of the Wraiths is also their brain and it's in the shape of a wire - in the case of the Dragons, at least. This allows the monitoring team assigned to each pilot to check their vitals and the synchronizing level, which is said to be able to reach level twenty. This level is important since it allows the pilot to have more control over the Dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kill a Wraith, you have to deactivate the &lt;tt&gt;HEARTWIRE&lt;/tt&gt; and it will automatically expose the second heart, which can be in any location - head, foot, leg, you name it - protected by a powerful metallic structure. Dragons have an advantage over Wraiths because the military has built armours for them, hiding their rather haunting appearance from civilians which seem to often forget Dragons &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; Wraiths. These armours are called &lt;tt&gt;AEGIS&lt;/tt&gt; and are incorporated with a weapon most adequate for the Dragon type.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td height="20" align="justify" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#DCDCDC" face="courier new"&gt;system database...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#202020"&gt;DISC: SIX (Directive &lt;i&gt;Intelligent Surrogate Combatant&lt;/i&gt;: Soldier Ixion Ten), a beta cyborg of the CSU-51 series, was one of the disposed biomachines. She was able to destroy part of the directive chip inside of her brain by shooting the place in her head where it was and spent years running from the military. Years have passed since she was last seen, but she was not destroyed. She simply disappeared from the radar, soon to return as a Renegade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she returned, SIX was not pleased with the situation regarding the giants, but she was even more displeased with the fact that biomachines were still being made and, on top of that, the pilots were not always so willing to become part of the military, just like the unwilling people that became cyborgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met Camille Kirouac, a daughter of French immigrants who lived in Sector Eight. Cam proved herself to be a little genius when it came to building and rebuilding and tinkering with robotic equipment - and a massive talent to get into trouble all the time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    <title>how average ❚ emilia gorski.</title>
    <published>2010-12-09T08:43:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="620"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="emilia" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/deCkL.jpg" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;character info&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Name:&lt;/b&gt; Maria Emilia Gorski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance:&lt;/b&gt; Petite, about 5'3" feet, and fairly average. She does have a pleasant face, but doesn't stand out in the crowd much, especially given how she tends to dress very modestly, usually seen with a black knee-length coat over a simple long-sleeve and skinny jeans. She keep her hair in a messy ponytail and occasionally she's seen with reading glasses. ( PB: Amelia Warner &lt;small&gt;[which is unfair because she's far too pretty but she's the closest to what Em is supposed to be]&lt;/small&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt; The year is 1993, the world is... Earth. That's about it. If it matters, she's a Bosnian immigrant of Polish descent who grew up in France that talks English with a British accent and moved to Ohio at 20 to study to be a chef. Currently, she lives in a crappy flat in Manhattan and works a shitty job at a travel agency. She's very international. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; Emilia, or Em, has the outstanding capacity of being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, every other freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at it, it has been like so since the begging. First, she was basically born at the airport when she "decided" to come out earlier than expect. She learned how to climb out of her crib when her house was under construction and nearly died in the process as she crawled through the house full of nails and half-broken fake ceilings and walls. She began to walk when her parents were away and she was staying with her slightly drink-happy aunt. She ended up walking out the door and being lost until a neighbour saw her. The first time she had sex, it was at his grandmother's house and they were caught. The second time, the condom broke. One time, she had to go to her bank to make a deposit and it was robbed. There are many other episodes, but these are to give you a general idea of her whole talent, which really is bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in Sarajevo, Emilia and her parents immigrated to France when her father, a simple business man, was assigned to take a job as the vice-president of the company's French counterpart. She grew up in a little neighbourhood in Paris and by the age of six her parents had conceived another child, a baby boy named Izaak. Emilia's life was not an extraordinary one: she had family issues like any other teenager, rebelled like any other girl, tore jeans and refused to wear skirts, climbed trees with the boys and had her moderate share of life experience. Just an average person in an average world. When she completed high school, she had her mind set on becoming a worldwide known chef, something that she was quite talented in. Unfortunately, the economy was not going so well and her father's company was struggling to survive, so Emilia was forced to take a break and not keep on with her academic path, instead finding every couple odd jobs that came along, some of which she regrets - possibly the worst one of them working as a waitress at a strip bar. She really would rather &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she turned nineteen, she met the man of her dreams. Or, at least, so she thought. She was working at a night club as a bartender at the time and he approached her like many other would. He told her his name was Florian and that he had been looking for someone quite like her his whole time - which, considering how the club was one of the hottest spots in Paris at the time, she hardly thought it was true. But apparently he was being honest and he gave her his number. Usually, Emilia wouldn't really care for it, but she ended up calling him in a whim of boredom and met him at his studio. He was a photographer, &lt;i&gt;un artiste&lt;/i&gt;, and he very much insisted in using her as a model and after hanging out for a couple of months, she decided to let him use her as such. Things ended up escalating and they had sex right on the studio - just in time for the cleaning lady to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did have that awful timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They dated for eight months before Florian, convinced she was the love of his life, proposed to her. Emilia wasn't expecting that at all, but somehow ended up accepting it. The first person she told was her brother Izaak, with whom she always had an excellent relation, followed by her best friend Françoise and later her parents during a family dinner. But in a surge of anxiety and fear of commitment, Emilia decided to not show up at the wedding, hitching a ride from her brother Izaak and Françoise for a road trip around France. She was aware she was leaving a heartbroken Florian behind, possibly the only right man for her, but she could not bear the thought of marrying him, not because she didn't love him - because she did, so very much - but because she had this undeniable feeling that they would end up hurting each other if they went ahead with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the road trip, the three of them met an American. His name was Dennis and he would become Emilia's greatest friend in a short time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the four of them returned home, she heard Florian had immigrated somewhere, leaving only a note behind: &lt;i&gt;Toujours, peut-être un jour.&lt;/i&gt; Although still slightly disappointed with Emilia, their parents welcomed the siblings back. However, it would not be for long as Emilia had decided, during the road trip, to part to the United States to study to become a chef as she always wanted. Dennis would provide accommodation and she would try to find a job to afford her studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ohio, Emilia and Dennis began college - Dennis was on his second year of marketing and Emilia was admitted to a Culinary Arts Institute to begin her studies to become a chef. While the first year of college was fairly calm, on her second year she began a relationship with Curtis, one of her friends from college, almost at the same time as Dennis began his first relationship with another man, the shop clerk from the little grocery store the two roomates usually went to. They were short-lived relationships, but they brought something good for both of them: Dennis got to finally admit that he was gay and Emilia slowly stopped thinking and comparing men to Florian so she could carry on. In 1989, Emilia finished her major in Culinary Arts and moved to New York when Dennis managed to get a job in a small advertisement company. In September of that year, her family moved to America as well. Izaak quickly got a job as a taxi driver, her mother had never really worked and her father was about to retire, so everything went particularly well, except the part where Emilia struggled to find a job in the area she wanted to. Unable to do so, Emilia began to work part-time for a company as a translator, given how many languages she could speak, but she ended up being replaced. She still lived with Dennis and their neighbours thought they were a couple - they acted very much like one as well and would probably have been, weren't they such good friends and Dennis wasn't, well, &lt;i&gt;gay&lt;/i&gt;. And, to top it off, though, they ended up adopting a "kid" - &lt;a href="http://imgur.com/npKK8.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;a dog named Mowgli&lt;/a&gt; they rescued from the streets. During that same year, she was held hostage in a bank robbery that ended up failing and nobody was hurt. That situation made her meet Joel, a policeman that was on his day off. After a while, they began dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By '91, Emilia was working full-time at a travel agency, something that she really did not like. She hadn't stopped looking for the job she wanted, but she had taken a break, too frustrated for persisting. And one day, when she worked there, a familiar face walked in her office. Older, of course, rather changed too, but it was Florian all right. Not really knowing what to say, both of them stared at each other for a long time before she spoke up, for the first time in years (&lt;i&gt;"Je suis désolée. Je suis vraiment désolée."&lt;/i&gt;). Although difficult at first, the two of them ended up becoming friends. Florian had straightened up his life, gotten a professional studio right there in Manhattan, and was engaged to one of his models, Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life went on until tragedy struck during the following year of 1992 when &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bosnian_War" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;the Bosnian War&lt;/a&gt; erupted. Her parents and Izaak had gone to Bosnia to visit their grandparents and convince them to move away due to the conflicts that were happening, but ended up getting caught up in the war. With no word from them, Emilia packed up and started to plan on how to get into Bosnia and rescue her family. Although advised &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; to by Dennis, she still went ahead and travelled to the war zone with the help of Joel. Over there, she managed to get a hold of her family and though it was very difficult to go back to the States, a Bosnian pilot woman named Sadika helped them and they escaped. They had to land the plane in a hidden area, however, and leave it there so that the woman was not reported back to the military as she confessed to be part of. Sadika began living with Dennis and Emilia and by Autumn, they were as if they had been together since birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilia broke up with Joel in 1993, after finding out he had been cheating on her with one of his co-workers. Dennis decided to take the girls out to celebrate Em's decision and they met Florian and in a drunken whim of stupidity, the two of them ended up having sex - which was ridiculously hypocritical of Em, given as she was making Florian do to his fiancée what Joel had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; There is one thing that people shouldn't forget about Emilia and that's the fact that she is neither good nor bad. She simply is, standing on human morality grounds, abiding by the laws and pattern behaviour of Western society. Some days, she will feel generous and happy, some others she will be greedy and even mean, but in the end, she is but another woman. She is neither heroine nor villain. Really, if she was to play a role in a movie, it would be that of a background character whose line consists of nothing but an accidental cough. Still, she does have certain traits that distinguish her from someone else, like any other person would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a background such as that of Em, one would think that she is perceptible to change, but though she can and will adapt, she is actually a rather inflexible person and prefers stability and routine to the uncertainties of change. Still, she is a practical person that will try and get around the problem. It's not to say that she will try to &lt;i&gt;fix&lt;/i&gt; it, because that would be lying, but she will try to find a solution to, at least, solve what concerns her, even if it's not in the most conventional way. But most of the time, problems don't really get under her skin - there is little that does. She's a very placid, peaceful soul that tends to not stress over anything. She likes to make her own path at her own pace. She isn't best suited individual to be a leader; while she does believe in independence, she's a person that would rather follow someone she trusts than lead, which isn't to say she's willing to be driven, because she isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that she can be rather exhausting because of her argumentative side of hers, especially when she's in a bad mood, but Emilia is a very patient woman and she's the kind of person you can blindingly rely on. She transmits a sense of security not everyone is capable of and it's not a fake one either, for she is able to provide that peaceful stability if the other person is willing to do so, and though she can be blunt and brutish to the point of being tactless when she talks to people, unaware of what they may or may not think of her, Emilia has the natural talent of knowing what to say or do when a friend is down. Regarding friends, she is a rather pleasant person (if quiet spoken), but she isn't a social butterfly. In fact, she doesn't really branch out too much when it comes to meeting other people. And though she may look aloof to most people outside her circle of friends, Emilia is a warm-hearted person and a very caring one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can be prone to fits of jealousy and can be quite possessive of her things (and friends), but one of her worst qualities is how resentful she can be towards the people that hurt her and how hypocritical she will come off as. She doesn't take kindly to betrayal and even if she forgives you, you can be sure she did not forget it. On the other hand, she's a loving person that will be willing to help those close to her - but will hardly reach out for a stranger. Self-control is a distinguishing trait of hers. Yes, she is tactless and sometimes a little bit too honest, but you will hardly see her turn to anger as a very down to Earth person. While she isn't the most good natured or polite girl around the block, Emilia avoids fights and quarrelling at all costs. The truth is, she will avoid any kind of situation that involves serious commitment mostly because she thinks she will end up failing and disappointing others and that is a feeling she would rather not have to stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; You couldn't really call it an ability, but she does have the knack of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Asides from that, she's a very average person. There is no noteworthy talent: no magic, no mind games, no musical talent (in fact, don't let her sing in the shower, the mirrors might shatter). She does know how to speak fluently in Bosnian, Polish, French and English and grasps some Spanish, enough to get by. She know how to juggle though she has never been taught. She can tie a cherry stem into a knot in her mouth. She has the uncanny talent of always waking up at the exact right time if she sets her mind to it and she can fake 21 different accents in English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you should taste her cooking. It's divine. She can improvise delicious food and drinks out of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sample:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mothdeath/84861.html?thread=13193085#t13193085" target="_blank"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/zenseagulls/8226.html?thread=355106#t355106" target="_blank"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/spliss/439.html?thread=439#t439" target="_blank"&gt;three&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;voice/action&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;small&gt;There's a visibly tired woman sitting on the grass, hand over her cheek, fingertips rubbing her eye. She sighs and shakes her head, dropping her chin slightly to her chest, like she's giving up, before looking up to the vine that stretches along the tree.&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;small&gt;She's talking a bit to herself by now, a overly pronounced British accent marking each word of a somewhat distressed voice:&lt;/small&gt; ] Can anyone, &lt;i&gt;other than animal&lt;/i&gt;, tell me what in God's name is going? 'Cause, really, animals do not talk and I just spent ten minutes staring at a &lt;i&gt;cat&lt;/i&gt; that was apparently trying to tell me something. Without using a voice, thankfully, but I swear, I felt like I was in a Disney movie. Don't get me wrong, I love Disney, but not in real life. I feel like I'm tripping out and I am not, that much I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ &lt;small&gt;There's a long moment of silence before she lets out a frustrated sigh. She slaps a hand over her face and speaks in a muffled whisper.&lt;/small&gt; ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, I'm going insane. I just-- Jesus. God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Addendum:&lt;/b&gt; Although she doesn't know it, Em is pregnant. Or, it's very likely that she will become pregnant as it has always been two days. While the chances of the pregnancy happening are high, I don't want to say it's one-hundred per cent sure. I wish to keep this under the radar, so do not use OOC knowledge to know this unless it's completely canon for your character to know these things. 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      <name>ｔｈｅ ｐｈｏｅｎｉｘ  ✹ ｂｉｒｄｉｅ</name>
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    <title>the phoenix ❚ red birds.</title>
    <published>2010-12-05T02:32:12Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-17T02:48:29Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" width="620"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="georgia" color="#131313"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a name="birdie" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgur.com/LJsbi.jpg" border="0" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;player information&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal Journal:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="candlejack" lj:user="candlejack" &gt;&lt;a href="https://candlejack.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://candlejack.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;candlejack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Contact Info:&lt;/b&gt; E-Mail: mininessy @ gmail | AIM: theinsultmachine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other Characters:&lt;/b&gt; N/A &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;character information&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Name:&lt;/b&gt; The Phoenix ("Birdie").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; Unknown [ 6 months since rebirth ], as time itself is not an important concept to her as to humans. Physically, in her early twenties. Mentally... she acts like a baby bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance:&lt;/b&gt; As a human, Birdie is a fragile looking girl in her late teens/early twenties, with short, light blonde hair, which rather fluffy and flow-y (much like feathers). She has big lips, quite reddish, and big golden eyes that seem to shine like fire when the sun reflects against them. She's of average height, about 5'5" feet, and a bit thin, but she weights a lot less than what she looks like since her bones are hollow. As a phoenix, she is of the size of an adult dove, though she is clearly a youngling. She still does not have all her red feathers, but she already has very long tails (three of them). Most of her plumage is white with some fire-coloured feathers at the tip of her wings and tail. If anything, &lt;a href="http://i56.tinypic.com/2w23pcp.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;she looks something like this&lt;/a&gt;, if a little whiter. ( PB: Annabelle Horsey ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="settings" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Setting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Generally speaking, this sort of setting is very similar to "ye olde tale" kind of story. With Western-medieval influences, this world is set in a fantasy land where the horse is the fastest method of transport, though is set apart by the fact that while magic exists and it's alive in every being, it has been forbidden by the Emperor. Humans are also influenced by magic and the ones able to channel it are called Sealed Ones; magic imprints itself upon their skin, either in the shape of a birthmark or curious hair colour or any other peculiar feature. In fact, many albinos were thrown into the dungeons, mistaken for Sealed Ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many creatures of myth exist in this world (mostly of Western origin) and there is no exception to what may or may not exist, but while humanoid creatures such as elves or orcs as we today perceive them are unheard of, faeries and the more magical inclined creatures are very much alive, though hiding, since most of them have been murdered by the Emperor's soldiers, the Echoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor reigns the Known World, which means, yes, there is more to the land that is on the map. Those places are called the Edge of the Land. Which are exactly that because this particular world is not round like the Earth but flat, so there really exist the end of the world. Step out of the borders and you will fall forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic is a sentient &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt;. While you could not call it a being, it is a sort of live organism like bacteria. To control magic is impossible, but if trained, a Sealed One can learn how to properly channel it. The Seal magic imprints in these people can be taken away from them by wicked rites practised by very few as it consumes much of their spirit. To take the Seal from a person is to take their soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic first appeared from the Five Stars, which, again, are not beings but rather &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt; that metamorphosed into tactile creatures. The Five Stars were lost in the world and basically the plot revolves around a little magical bird finding them so magic can be freed from its chains and the Emperor overthrown. Unbeknownst to everyone, the Emperor is actually one of the Five Stars turned corrupt - in the end, a new Star must be born so magic is again free to roam the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History:&lt;/b&gt; In a world where magic was forbidden and forgotten, enchanted creatures were forced to hide from human eyes to ensure their own survival. Although some still believe in magic, believe that it is all around them, everyone kept quiet. The Echoes, an elite force of disciplined hunters created by the Emperor Tseran, take their mission with a severe sense of justice. They are the guarantee that any trace of magic is silenced and extinguished. But for the Emperor, the extermination of every magical beast encountered was not enough. He ordered his Echoes to search for all men, women and children born with the Seal of magic and then send them all to the Dungeons of Mandril. There, they were to be executed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one survivor amongst the Sealed ones: Bernard the Yellow Eye. He has survived not because he had been shown mercy nor because was he had been fortunate, but for the fact that he had been able to discover how to destroy the Seal inside people, having tested it upon himself first. He bottled each taken Seal inside a vial made of dragon skin and kept it hidden in the Emperor's safe house. This, of course, was kept secret by the Emperor himself and the commander of the Echoes, for there was a need for an insider to capture all those that were born with the Seal. Onias Kubo, the leader of Echos. Her mere name made skin crawl. A fearsome warrior with the iron fist of a tyrant, Onias was the Emperor's left hand, the one used to execute all of the dirty work. Much like her forefathers, she quickly occupied the rank of commander, raising among all other Echoes. As the tradition dictated, she shaved her head, the little hair left dyed black to show the markings of an Echo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went, the Sealed Ones were thrown into the dungeons and Bernard kept taking their magic, extinguishing life itself out of them and eventually sending them back as mumbling fools - spiritless people with no longer a will or a thought of their own. But Bernard was no fool and was not willing to give up on magic entirely, like he pretended to. His intentions, those of becoming the most powerful Sealed - the &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; Sealed one - were cleverly hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What nobody knew was that his yellow eye was not a mark of a Sealed One, but the mark of a Cursed One. When he was but a young boy, he had the misfortune of falling into a lake which was the home of a selkie. Though Bernard managed to kill it, it cursed him upon its death with blindness during the day (and hydrophobia). This encounter was the reason of his transformation of a young boy into a hateful man, loathing all those chosen by the Seal and too why he wanted to become the only Sealed One, planning on concentrating all the magic in the world inside of him to avenge his wounded pride. To become this man, sacrifices were to be made - and he was perfectly fine with that. The eradication of magical creatures and Sealed Ones were just the beginning of a vile end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if magic was being extinguished bit by bit, there were still brave survivors. A family of phoenixes, living far away from the Emperor's reign, had built their nest at the top of a sleeping volcano, the only place warm enough so the egg the mother phoenix had laid would hatch safely. Unfortunately for them, during one of Bernard's night walks - the time when both phoenixes went to hunt - he heard a strange, melodious cry of a baby bird and went to investigate it. When he found the newly born phoenix, he stole her from her nest and took her home with him. He kept her existence secret and made sure she was protected and well fed, although it was quite hard to cage such a bird as a phoenix. In fact, he had to use of of the vials of magic to turn her into a fragile looking human girl. Clumsy with her body at first, the phoenix slowly became used to it and as she learned how to run, she would be constantly running from Bernard, which drove the man insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she grew, the phoenix learnt of the truth regarding her real nature (for you cannot lie to a creature of magic about herself) and slowly became aware of  her powers. The baby bird was smart and she kept quiet about the burning magic inside so that Bernard would not try to take it. It was short lived; he caught her turning into a phoenix, breaking the magic of the Seal he had used to turn her human and scolded her, then forbade her to ever use magic, ever, &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years went by. The baby bird kept running from the Yellow Eye and hiding from the Echoes, even if she eventually had to come back to him. He had power over her, he had learnt, for once you steal a baby phoenix from its nest, "it will forever be yours until it is found again". Those were the words he had read from a forbidden book about magic. He would always summon her to him, but she would stay away until she could no longer stand the deafening bells his call made in her ears, like a wail of a million chimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, as she ran from the Yellow Eye, the little bird ended up stumbling upon Onias arresting a mother and child, both Sealed Ones. Angry at such display of cruelty (and anguished at the sight of magic being found &lt;i&gt;vile&lt;/i&gt;), the phoenix turned into the red bird of fire and rescued the mother and child. However, she was deadly wounded and part of her wing broken, feathers ripped by Onias's hand. The mother tried to nurse her, but the arrow that had been fired through her heart was embedded in venom of a bolla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the phoenix erupted into flames and under her ashes, a new egg was laid, her cocoon of rebirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was reborn not in her world, but in a hole in time and space where many worlds connected, a parallel ripple. There, she met the &lt;a href="http://everyblackdog.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;Black Dog&lt;/a&gt;, a servant of Death, that somehow took a being of Life such as the phoenix under his care, giving her a name, something she had never earned. A playmate as well, &lt;a href="http://aut-augur.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;Jast&lt;/a&gt;, a bird of Spring, and the &lt;a href="http://k0kka.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;warden of fire&lt;/a&gt;.* She spent many months with them and learned about everything she was forbidden to back home - not that back there was &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;. She never really had one, nor home nor nest. As always, though, the time the chimes rang in her ears came and she was forced to go back to Bernard as he summoned her, and though blinded by the sound, she found her way back to him. And she found him in a dungeon. Onias had made the connection of the phoenix to him and he had been deemed traitor. But the man had a plan and Birdie was to play a big part in it. He forced her to call forth magic and used it through her, blasting open the door and walls of the prison, escaping with her laying half-dead in his arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hid in the woods, much to his ill luck, for there reigned a forgotten creature, so old that it had turned into a physical creature, something not quite describable: it was a man and a woman, a tree and a deer, the sea and the sky and the mud and the earth. The creature expelled Bernard from its woods and took away his right over the phoenix, unbeknownst to both him and her. It kept the little bird, taking good care of her until she was ready to fly again. It told her she should find a way to free magic once more, to break the silence. She should bring back the stolen Seals of the Five Stars, a story she had never heard and but eagerly listened to. It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once upon a time, five stars gave birth to magic. They vowed to keep it alive through their own lives and through humans that would later be called "Sealed Ones". One day, the Five Stars got very angry at each other and left the land for a long, long time. Except two: one became old, ugly and uncaring, the other became powerful, vicious and cruel. The cruel one decided to eat up all the magic in the world because it did not agree to humans being given the gift of magic and the ugly one made sure all magical beasts were safe. But the ugly one was weak and lost the battle and then was forgotten as the cruel one kept eating and eating all magic. The three missing stars got lost on their way back to the land and so magic is slowly disappearing like sand in the wind...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdie did not understand immediately what it meant, but she was willing to do what the creature was asking of her: find the three missing stars and guide them back home so that the ugly one could win over the cruel one and restore magic back to its place, inside every dream, every tale, every heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;* This is the only plausible explanation I could find to give &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="mothdeath" lj:user="mothdeath" &gt;&lt;a href="https://mothdeath.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://mothdeath.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;mothdeath&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a meaning of sorts in her story. The reason why I chose to keep it in her canon is because the relationships she formed there are extremely important to what she is &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personality:&lt;/b&gt; To compare the baby phoenix to an actual bird is a accurate way of analysing her attitudes and most of her reactions. After all, Birdie is a little flying animal and she will approach a situation like one. On the other hand, she has been used to humans and civilization (though not by her own will) so many things won't scare her as much as they would scare an actual bird. However, loud noises will startle her to the point where she is going to look for cover, sudden movements will make her flinch and step back and new people will be approached carefully, even if curiously - because, boy, she sure is the inquisitive little bird, always eager to learn new things, especially if they are stories. She adores them, drinks up the words of a storyteller just like a child. You will have her undivided attention if you want to tell her about a story she has never heard, teach her about a game she has never played or sing her a song she has never sang. She seems to be both curious and afraid of everything that surrounds her, as if re-discovering all that she sees every time. Even in her strange speech pattern, in which she repeats her words here and there, as if she's learning them again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not unlike a bird (or any other animal) Birdie is not the kind of creature to hold grudges or anguish over something terrible in the past. In fact, you may end up noticing her attention span is either too short or that she simply cannot be bother to bind herself to things such as revenge. It's complicated, the way she views things, since it is not a human approach, but rather her nature as a phoenix. She's also quite the energetic thing, tends to be all over the place at once, rarely stopping to rest - she doesn't need it. However, because she has spent a lot of her life in a society bound by human law and order, there is a sort of understanding about those types of emotions. While she is not a creature that feels the need to form bonds, she understands them. One cannot say that she is a loyal person, not because she doesn't love people, but because of the freedom she is eternally (ironically) chained to. And while she isn't exactly a coward, she will rather hide or run than face danger, even if she has learned that friends are important and worth standing your ground with her playmate, Jast. This same playmate, however, has pampered her quite a bit and while she is a little bit spoiled and, yes, she is vain (she is a phoenix and they just love to hear compliments, even if this particular one is quietly happy with them), she is a self-sufficient creature. She likes to keep close to people who are naturally warm and people who she thinks that can protect her from eventual harm (which is why she always kept close to the Black Dog of Death). This does not mean she has friendships strictly by interest, but she does tend to be curious about a person rather than have no intentions behind her desire of getting to know someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a sort of skittish attitude about everything, much like what you would expect to see in a bird, but unlike a common animal, she is not the sort to be attracted to food but rather to warmth. Because of this, she is sometimes unnecessarily and awkwardly physical, not really grasping the concept of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proxemics" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;proxemics&lt;/a&gt;. It's interesting to see this constrast when she's usually such a shy, wary little bird but when faced with warmth she becomes so very close. Birdie is a very impressionable and gullible person, very innocent in a way you don't see much these days. In the end, though, she's a chirpy little thing, all smiles and laughs and giggles once she gets past the shyness and wariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; As a phoenix, Birdie has the mythological abilities these birds of fire have. While she can be killed, she can be reborn. Her tears can heal even the deadliest wound and her song can inspire the heart of the brave and dissuade the will of the wicked. Unlike the myth, in this world there were two phoenix, male and female, but they only met per pure chance - the phoenix symbolizes freedom in the most chaotic way for it cannot be bound by no cage nor chain. Birdie is the second born phoenix, the first one having been lost during the eruption of a volcano where the nest lay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, Birdie can make her body temperature so high that her skin can &lt;i&gt;burn&lt;/i&gt;, although she is too young to make magic. In her phoenix form, she can produce flames from her wings and tail. On the downsize, she has maintained some of her weaknesses as a bird and she is very easy to break, with hollow bones and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdie understands animals to an extent. It isn't a &lt;i&gt;Disney&lt;/i&gt;'s film where they all talk perfectly good English, however, but more of a mute understanding. Animals don't talk for a reason: they don't need to. They have basic signs that can indicate hunger, pain or some other primal sentiment and Birdie can both read and show them. Her empathy is far beyond human, too, as she can sense when one is sad or happy, which does not mean she will &lt;i&gt;care&lt;/i&gt;. Curiously, she cannot tell lie from truth nor she is able to grasp the concept of and evil like humans, though she can tell if a person is &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of her unfortunate encounter with Bernard, the vial she was forced to take has made her partially human, so she can alter her shape of bird to human at will, although she will spend most of her time in her human form out of habit, having to hide all those years from the Emperor and his Echoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sample | ( video feed ):&lt;/b&gt; [ &lt;small&gt;Hands and cheeks pressed against the mirror, the image one would get through the vine would be of a blonde girl all squished against it, before she pulls back, though only barely. She tilts her head and blows against the mirror, looks up, looks down, in a very skittish nature, very energetic, almost. Like a bird trying to find her way out of a closed house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knocks on the mirror softly and waits. When nothing happens, she pouts, puffs her cheeks out, then seems to stare directly at the viewer.&lt;/small&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost, lost, Birdie's lost. [ &lt;small&gt;She says in a little wail, pressing her forehead on the mirror again with the saddest look.&lt;/small&gt; ] Lost like the Stars. Must find my way back home, yes, yes, I do, must find the Stars again, too, also, yes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>monsters! ❚ those are monsters.</title>
    <published>2010-11-22T19:52:50Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-14T14:53:04Z</updated>
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&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;table width="600" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" bgcolor="#1A1A1A"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitespore.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/Kf4rV.jpg" border="0" title="whitespore" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;calathea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;mother monster&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;The seed of fear, the tales that mother tells to make you behave, to teach you your lessons. Don't go out in the dark, don't stray from the path: mother says, mother knows best. Mother sends forth all her dangerous beasts into the world below. Aligned with the Devil himself, until he begins to kill her children, the white flower Calathea has descended to Earth to tidy up the mess that's been made. She has a bounty out on the sulfur slaves' souls. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;❖ ♏∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gorethrough.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/42zqC.jpg" border="0" title="gorethrough" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;dazvellos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;of the lightning &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;One of Calathea's older children, Dazvellos takes great pride in his pure-blooded heritage, looking down on both humans and hybrids alike. He is affiliated to the lightning, beautiful and terrible, and Dazvellos has an affinity for stealing the bodies of human females. Now that he has acquired Nicola Avery, however, the form takes new entertainment. Mercilessly cruel with her, he thinks eating her too soon would ruin the fun. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;❖ ♊∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://monstrouslies.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/AtD0y.jpg" border="0" title="monstrouslies" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;romazvhir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;of deceit to conquer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;He lies. To Mother, to the brother, to the hybrid and to the human, to the slave of the Devil and to himself. When he speaks, he lies. He detests nicknames, so he addresses those he does not like by them. Hybrids are filthy and sulfur slaves are garbage, humans are food and the Devil is the son of a dirty whore. He likes to mess with people's head, deceiving to conquer them, using them. This war is of great use to him, but he is loyal to Mother, even if only because he knows her strength. He has heard of the the prophet, it has made him curious: what will his flesh taste like?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;❖ ♊∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://madeamillion.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/01DV4.jpg" border="0" title="madeamillion" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;stephanos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;tongue of many tones&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Sneaky little bitch, no one's quite figured out how such a stupid monster has managed to survive for so long. Stephanos goes from body to body, leaving his mark behind in human tongues. He may be stupid, but he's still dangerous, picking boys and girls with the promise to offer them protection and fascination. He is as hungry for flesh as he is for knowledge, indulging in his curiosity with those willing to share what they know and feel. He bites meat and crushes bone after learning everything about what goes in the mind. Stephanos can be recognized by the colors of his mutated tongue: orange and purple. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;❖ ♌∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a name="kulshedra" href="http://poisongames.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/7636d782afdd9f85e33f54859165af2efcec29c7ad052a3f3f611624b86e6826/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h01hvXCaZagcnD-huals6oRxtwCBd7SBU_pkxS3iA:XjxUOYU8G7uttz0C3L0E5w" border="0" title="poisongames" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;kulshedra&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;playing all the games&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Kulshedra quickly performed the a rise to power when she took the body of a millionaire heiress and vanquished her entire family. Ruthless, manipulative and sadistic, she has been gathering her own little cult of monster hybrids and human slaves, using them for protection and entertainment. Few of her enemies are brave (or stupid) enough to challenge her power, and she makes sure traitors learn their lesson. Kulshedra is known for her appetite of female flesh and poisonous blood. Rumors that she desires to take Calathea's place are fueled by her overindulgence and what little she has done to put an end to the Devil's power. She rules through fear and false hope; she draws her slaves in with passion and a sharp tongue.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;❖ ♈∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a name="kulshedra" href="http://nolongerhers.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/4urHB.png" border="0" title="nolongerhers" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;wayne hoffman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;freak among freaks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Wayne Hoffman was a little orphaned boy found roaming the streets on his own in a daze and with no apparent recollection of his past, just the certainty of his name and age. He was saved and taken in by Xanthia's charms to be properly raised into a sulfur slave, but Wayne suddenly decided to take off again, only to be found by Stephanos. He is now the monster's new favorite -- and willing -- human pet. But that's not quite how his story really goes... The little boy is indeed an orphan, but Wayne Hoffman is long gone and now the vessel to the gluttonous monster Ouroboros, betrayed by Stephanos big mouth and disgraced by the monsters' mother, Calathea, upon being revealed as a cannibal and traitor to his own kind. By miracle or fate, Ouroboros was left to rot in the remains of his own corpse, but the tricky little thing managed to escape and regain a body. He now walks in the guise of little Wayne Hoffman, eating humans and monsters alike, always hungry, for food and for revenge, making his way into Stephanos' grace so he can weaken and devour his brother.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;❖ ♎ ∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://war_eater.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/SSp8U.jpg" border="0" title="war_eater" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;kurrence&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;the warsoul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Born from the hate and desperation of the Sulfur Wars, Kurrence is a hybrid creature that feeds on the deep scars left by the slaughter. The mourning and pain effects him deeply. A solitary creature, he lived near a small fishing village in quiet torment until a boy from the village noticed him and followed him. Elian proved himself impervious to the creature's attempt to steal his body, which resulted in Kurrence possessing him in other ways. Kurrence finds a certain amount of peace in Elian's presence; except when he doesn't. The boy's suggestion that they travel has been particularly helpful in keeping Kurrence's mind of the divide in his hybrid blood.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✧ ♈∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://o_humanchild.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/mpVu3.jpg" border="0" title="o_humanchild" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;minotauro s.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;the grandson&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;One of the younger generation, Minotauro was actually raised by his human mother after she was raped. Looked down on for his soft ways, Minotauro has long since learned how to defend himself and those humans that he chooses to defend. He is fickle in his protection however, choosing survivors on a whim or physical desire. He is hardly above the past times of his kin, indulging in the casual feasting, raping, and slaughtering of humans when it suits him to, but he might let you go, if you ask him nicely enough. A devoted hunter of the sulfur slaves, he's received some interesting rewards from grandmother Calathea. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✧ ♑∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://endresults.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/P7NMJ.png" border="0" title="endresults" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;hope&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;the renounced one&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Hope has an ironic name. The child of a woman who had fought to follow through with the pregnancy against everything and everyone, fruit of Romazhvir's rape. The woman somehow saw the baby as some sort of her last hope in humanity - if she could raise Hope to work against the monsters and the Devil alike, she would have accomplished something much grander than herself. However, all that Hope was given was the contradictory and desperate love of her only parent, who refused to answer her questions about her father (&lt;i&gt;There is no such thing&lt;/i&gt;, she'd say) and oppressed any of Hope's misbehaviours with what seemed to be terrified severity. Things took a grave turn when Hope tried to eat another child. Her mother grew distant and depressed from that moment on, treating her daughter like a freak, as Hope represented her colossal failure. She eventually died of illness, leaving Hope with unanswered questions and no one to turn to. She became used to running from monsters, dodging devils and evading every other side of the war. She does not know who or what she is - just that she is gradually giving in to the impulses that her mother tried so hard to erase. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a name="aspen" href="http://freaklike.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/jMHT5.png" border="0" title="freaklike" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;aspen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;treasured slave&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Daughter of a female monster and male human, Aspen was picked up by Kulshedra and taken into her forgiving lair of slaves when her mommy was killed off by one of her many purist monster relatives. Kulshedra seems to have a very twisted sort of affection reserved for this one, treating her almost like a second-in-command at times. When the matriarch is out somewhere, Aspen takes control of the house. While she isn't allowed to eat any of her fellow slaves, she's given the privilege of leaving the property to hunt for her own meals every now and then and, without fail, Aspen returns every single time. She has nothing to hide or lie about, or so Kulshedra thinks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✧ ♏21&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://arentyoujustso.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/HiBNC.jpg" border="0" title="arentyoujustso" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;xanthia t.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;raised to indulge&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Beautiful, polite and sticky sweet, Xanthia was raised by a sulfur slave and fanatic. Her mother was more than willing to give birth to one of the Devil's children, vowing to help her child grow into one of his most loyal subjects. Xanthia does her best to bring the poor innocent humans into her father's lair, taking in young runaways and old survivors with the promise of shelter and salvation. She is the wise and seductive voice that whispers in their ear, telling them there is no other way. Only the He can save your soul, if you give it to Him. Would you rather have the monsters imprison you inside your own body, then fall into the abyss of their hunger? No, of course not.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✩ ♋27&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inthecorners.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/rnBYP.png" border="0" title="inthecorners" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;amraerya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;the quietest hunter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Amraerya likes small, confined spaces. More intimate, he thinks. Nowhere to hide. A child of the Devil, he moves amongst humans, largely unobtrusive, seeking souls that he believes suitable for Him. Cold and distant, Amraerya hates inane, idle sentences that lead to nothing and fill space. Humans and monsters alike talk too much about the pointless and inconsequential, and he has few acquaintances. Even those are held in relatively disdainful regard. But for all his pensive, silent moments, he stores a wealth of words and remarks that he releases in streams when the time is right, twining around his targets like sharp, cutting threads of disillusionment. Waiting in the dark, tight corners, Amraerya likes to remind all these lonely, tired humans that their lives are hopeless and their goals meaningless. He gives them a choice; they can continue to fail and suffer, or give themselves to Him. One way or another, however, even those that say "no" will eventually say "yes". &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✩ ♐29&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cracked_breath.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/B1yOF.jpg" border="0" title="cracked_breath" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;elian&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;stockholm boy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Born in a small fishing village that was ravaged by the wars, Elian spent the first few years of his life with his widowed mother who earned their supper as the town's laundress. The conditions were harsh and inevitably his mother died when he was a teenager and he took up her work washing and mending clothes. When a strange young man he did not recognize began to come to his shop, Elian took to him and one day followed him back to the cave he lived in outside of town. Raped by Kurrence, a hybrid monster with no real interest in the power struggle of his kin and the demons, Elian found an unexpected warmth in the creature's presence. And with winter coming, they needed all the warmth they could get.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♋23&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forthismonster.livejournal.com/profile" name="nic" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/9xM6c.jpg" border="0" title="forthismonster" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;nicola a.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a title="nic" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;hears their voices&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;She fell in love with a monster, knowing it would be the end of her eventually. Usually a little too sore and bruised because of Dazvellos, she hangs out more with monsters than with humans, something she tends to keep secret or humans and sulfur slaves alike would try to kill her. Or worse, her brother Jules, who has recently found out about the monster she's in love with. She has an unique ability of hearing the humans monsters wear, listening to the screams, but Daz seems to mute out their cries. One of those humans whose body rejects monsters and devils alike, she doesn't worry about being taken, just eaten by her monster. She pretends that she can accept that, but she can't. When Daz isn't looking, she sometimes goes out to kill monsters so the voices will stop. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♓21&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iwillbeswifter.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/2mBtT.jpg" border="0" title="iwillbeswifter" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;jules a.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;speaks for their voices&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Nicola's older and estranged brother, Jules left the family household when the situation reached a critical point. He sold his soul to become a sulfur slave, dedicating his life to slaying monsters mercilessly. He travels alone, always in silence, incapable of speaking words. The eternal silence is replaced by his supernatural ability, amplifying the screaming voices of humans trapped in their own body. Jules' help is often requested to spot the creatures that come from above. He prefers to work solo, hopeful that his sacrifice will have some significance in the end. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✟ ♍25&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://getnosleep.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/E77Jh.jpg" border="0" title="getnosleep" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;sebastien&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;made prophet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Maddened and damaged by the insanity that the world has become, Sebastien lies on his throne and on the floor all day, unwilling to move, desperate to fall asleep. He is considered a prophet by accident; he mumbles and babbles all day long, revealing visions of things to come and idle words misinterpreted by humans to give them hope. Sebastien is fiercely protected by his own kind and offers them no real reward for it. His words are enough, all he has to keep him alive. He no longer knows of the world he lives in and he doesn't care; he just wants everything to go silent so he can finally sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♉22&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abandonhumanity.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/gJvFW.jpg" border="0" title="abandonhumanity" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;mary-elena&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;to protect them&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;When she was only seventeen, Mary-Elena gave birth to a beautiful child whose father one has yet to discover. But her child was taken from her and to protect him from harm, Elena gave up on her humanity to empower herself through the Devil's contract. But things took a terrible turn as her family was &lt;i&gt;eaten&lt;/i&gt; by monsters and she still could not find her son. But there is little one can do to stop a mother from rescuing her child and so Elena rampaged through the wasteland of the Earth in search of her son. What she did not know is that he has been taken to the rebellion to become one of them, to fight for the human cause without fear of repercussions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✟ ♐25&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beforesheread.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/YXZ2H.jpg" border="0" title="beforesheread" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;veracity k.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;serves him well&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;When God fails, eyes turn to the devil. Raised a generational devil worshipper, Veracity has been sacrificing blood to her dark master (amen) since she was three years old. She can think of no higher service than joining his armies against those who would try to usurp his dominion. A green young soldier, but an eager one. She does not always wait for confirmation of possession before she slits throats. Quite the namesake. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✟ ♌17&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharperthan.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/5URWp.jpg" border="0" title="sharperthan" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;emily k.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;sharper than his tongue&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Before the war, Emily was a promising pediatrician, but then monsters came from above. She managed to escape the hospital, rescuing some of the children before the monsters ate them and built a shelter for all of them. One day, when she was sneaking about to find food for the survivors, Stephanos caught her and turned her into his pet. Or so he seems to think. Sharper than the monster, Emily turned her back to everything she believed in ("never bow down to the monsters") so that she could protect her children from Stephanos. While she can't visit them anymore in fear of being followed by the monster, Emily writes them letters, hiding them from him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♋29&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anynoblefire.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/45e459e8b9bcada715035f690bb34255ed8d1b12dd015b06c69b6d3d195d1ec7/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h01hvTCaZagcnD-huals6oR0AkUEEvTQNhuEUXgQ:KlJ1HNT5MmtfQk8msWbCTw" border="0" title="anynoblefire" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;peter j.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;neither of faith nor logic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Suspendisse semper consectetur nibh. Proin rutrum, lectus sit amet laoreet lacinia, erat dolor sodales nibh, mollis commodo libero est eu orci. Duis aliquet dui eu diam sagittis varius. Quisque quis quam at nibh fermentum mattis at non nulla. Nullam sem urna, condimentum sit amet pellentesque at, malesuada quis tortor. Donec id magna nulla. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♑33&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://keysmashing.insanejournal.com/3370.html#cutid1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/NaZsH.jpg" border="0" title="( cameron boyce ) player needed!!" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;jaden&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;to become a rebel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Suspendisse semper consectetur nibh. Proin rutrum, lectus sit amet laoreet lacinia, erat dolor sodales nibh, mollis commodo libero est eu orci. Duis aliquet dui eu diam sagittis varius. Quisque quis quam at nibh fermentum mattis at non nulla. Nullam sem urna, condimentum sit amet pellentesque at, malesuada quis tortor. Donec id magna nulla. Class aptent taciti sociosqu ad litora torquent per conubia nostra, per inceptos himenaeos. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♒8&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wewantitraw.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i.imgur.com/XSkG0.jpg" border="0" title="wewantitraw ( player needed!! )" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;sergej v.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;no longer only one&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Once upon a time, Sergej awoke in the middle of the night to a monster eating his two daughters and wife. Blinded by rage, he killed the monster with his bare hands, quite a feat for a human, but he ended up letting the anger consume him and, guided by the momentary insanity, he ate the monster. This led to a transformation, becoming both human and monster, a sort of screwed up hybrid, with part of the eaten monster living through him, sometimes - rarely so - taking over the mind and body of the Russian. Ever since, Sergej can only feed on the flesh of both sulfur slaves and monsters, or else he becomes so sick to the point of dying. There are two reasons for him not to let go of life: one, because he is a vengeful man and wants to kill all the monsters for the pain they caused his family and two, because the monster inside won't let him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✧ ♒∞&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://loseamillion.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/a4c7d92d13c63cfa23f4a43f14d0ff15c49e790a4886de5e233075397760e853/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h01hvQCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgoAkQkTlc_pkxS3iA:83M8RoJ7Y1r3mHXUKYZsAw" border="0" title="loseamillion" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;austin b.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;the avenging brother&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Nothing drives this poor, simple, insignificant human, save for the desire to avenge his brother, whose body was taken by the monster known as Stephanos. The Burton brothers had been the last surviving members of their family until they were separated by a monster. Austin only heard of his brother's fate from rumors. Enraged and broken, he picked himself back up and let the growing hate guide his steps. He refuses to become a monster's meal just as much as he refuses to become a sulfur slave. Austin will lie and deceive and use and kill whoever he needs to find his brother's body and give his life the dignified ending he deserved.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♌27&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="200" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a name="sasha" href="http://lmaoherlife.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/1a89e1c7c479ae1a331e352946468de80683f3de695d13c05fe4ac266a040ad5/P2WlxyVijxKvg25t981fV0Mdsf-ah7h01hvTCaZagcnD-huals6oR18nEUF8UF1_sQBI:fPcDFneVYCuda2l1t2EuYA" border="0" title="lmaoherlife" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="5" face="georgia"&gt;sasha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td valign="middle" width="400" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;all the future ghosts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="2" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Taken when she was only a child by Kulshedra, Sasha doesn't remember any of her life previous to the monster. She became her toy and her canvas, skin used to tattoo with ink and monster blood, giving her the need to feed on blood - and the ability to see a person's next action. She escaped Kulshedra's grasp when she was 17 and ever since tried to keep herself alive by being an informant for both monsters and rebellion alike. Of course it's a dangerous game and she has suffered multiple punishments because of it - the most dramatic one being forced to eat glass, managing to keep her voice but tends to have a slight lisp because of all the scars both the inside of her mouth and tongue got from it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;font color="#1A1A1A" size="3" face="impact"&gt;✳ ♏23&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; 

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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;font color="#999999"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;❖&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; MONSTER | &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;✧&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; HYBRID | &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;✩&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; DEVIL'S CHILD | &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;✟&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; SULFUR SLAVE | &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;✳&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; HUMAN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;

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&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="cambria" color="#999999"&gt;deceased&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="100" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://solpadeine.insanejournal.com/9123.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd253/darkgreenenergy/icons/vincentcassel/solpadeine48.png" title="pb: vincent cassel" border="0" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="300" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333" valign="top"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="3" face="georgia"&gt;fenrad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="1" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;The monster that was with Kulshedra when she killed Sasha's family. He was eaten up and now lives in Sergej.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="100" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://solpadeine.insanejournal.com/2216.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd253/darkgreenenergy/icons/lenaolin/solpadeine37.png" title="pb: lena olin" border="0" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="300" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333" valign="top"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="3" face="georgia"&gt;area moore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="1" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Hope's mother, raped my Romazvhir. Raised her daughter to fight or die, lived with a religious rebellion group that worships Sebastien the Prophet for many years. Deceased from illness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="100" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hellontoast.org/icons/2010/09/28/michael-pitt-3/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v89/PrncsPnut/icons/michaelpitt/delirious/36.png" title="pb: michael pitt" border="0" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="300" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333" valign="top"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="3" face="georgia"&gt;mark burton&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="1" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Austin Burton's brother. His body was taken by Stephanos, he currently lives trapped inside with his voice forever unheard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="100" align="center" bgcolor="#1A1A1A" valign="top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://seethesoldiers.insanejournal.com/35856.html#cutid1" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v116/Vampyr/Icons/seethesoldiers/famkejanssen/photoshoots/006.png" title="pb: famke janssen" border="0" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="300" align="justify" bgcolor="#333333" valign="top"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e5d7bc" size="3" face="georgia"&gt;majymene&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;font face="georgia" size="1" color="#DCDCDC"&gt;Aspen's mother. Once Kulshedra's lover. She broke the monster's heart when she had a child with a human man and was killed by one of their many purist siblings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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