Another bump! please finish up your forms guys~
this gal deserves a good home!
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The meaning is the dawn, bright red like the color of her eyes.
Fitting
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Reckless, all musokas are reckless but they gave way to her. She would go through the inner circle without caring for the rules, and even during her time on earth she cared for no rules. When faced with a nightmare, she would stare them down, or engage in a fight without fear of the shadows.
Why should she? She had her own shadows to control, to fight back.
However, she was loud mouthed. If there was any musoka where secrets couldnโt be trusted with, itโs her. She enjoyed blabbering, as if without sense of mind, and saw it fun to see other musokas sit in a tight position.
That said, she did not put effort into finding humiliating stories, but rather gives good advice, which is why some go to her anyway. Of course, if they fix their stories before she told it, they were saved. It was a little game she played.
She danced on the fear of others, which is why she has managed to survive in the inner circle, and out in the shadows. No one opposed her, for both her kinds were too weak against her powers. Of course...she has yet to meet another half-tainted.
I see a path, one displayed in red, the other in blue. The red shows my actions as a nightmare, the blue those of the musoka. I travel on the red line, to disobey all rules. The consequence, is this red powder which would not wash out. On all six paws, the color of blood, as if I had killedโฆ
The color stains all orbs I touch.
The path of others, I see in color. The world I see in monochrome. Is this a curse or a blessing? This is why...I don't see so well.
Musokas who do not obey the Inner Circle. Nightmares who do not obey the darkness.
They say some dwell amongst the two.
It was like standing on a wire, bend too far one way, and you fall.
So not many are able to stand for such a long time, and eventually obey the orders of one or the other.
Thatโs assuming they arenโt finished off first.
How Roxanne first became tainted, she does not really know.
Why she still has her conscious - that was her inner will, suppressing the voices of the darkness echoing through her mind. But the reason she was targeted, was because of her hatred towards the Circle.
โWhy make us love, then tear us away thinking that our heart would still be intact?โ
So now she stands. Servant of none, master of herself
Soriams wrote:((I love this one so much, and was afraid I would not have time to post a form. At the very least she deserves one more.))
Username ;; Soriams
Name ;; Eerin
Gender ;; Female
PersonalityEerin is an odd little creature, as she seems to have no strong feelings or emotions, ever. No matter what happens, she is simply calm and stoic, analytical to the point of it being a fault. The result is that she forms no strong relationships with anyone, and has a difficult time keeping friends, not that she is really upset when they drift away anyway. Some might think her cold, heartless, but she is not, she is simply indifferent. It seems like a lonely life, but it is hers, and she would have it no other way.
Neither musoka nor nightmare, Eerin walks the thin grey line of balance between between light and dark. She feels that while dreams are good, and everyone needs hope, that the fear of nightmares are just as important. They teach you about yourself, and tell you what to fear and how to overcome them. A product of two worlds, she can never fully exist in either and so she flits between them. Though her actions are seldom kind, they are never unjust. She will not wantonly terrorize, nor will she coddle. Eerin represents the embodiment of balance and detachment.
What's up with that red powder?Being part nightmare, Eerin does not have any orbs naturally, but her musoka half longs for them and she feels incomplete without them. Unfortunately, she can't hold onto them for long. Even if she is very careful with them, they eventually crumble, leaving behind a fine, red dust. Their destruction distresses her, and she will carefully gather up the dust and paint herself with it, as though trying to keep at least some part of them with her at all times.
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