[brian emo]

oh man is that old gregg oh man oh man im not ready for this

[∅blivi∅n]

OH MY GOD!!! Blue I think you just killed me. Ok so reserve. Flipping reserve.

[Friesian Forever]

“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”
― Mark Twain

name-
William. But he is known to everyone as Willow. He reminded me of not exactly the horror genre video games with mossy forest settings (Like Slender...),but the first thing that popped into my mind was definitely a dark, mossy forest with pine trees and mushrooms growing everywhere and a bunch of decaying dead tree logs. I mean, before I read the description my brain was like- FOREST, DARK SPOOKY FOREST AND WILLOW TREES. He also reminded me of a foggy pond with weeping willow tress around it's bank. And weeping willow trees always look kind of dark and sad and spooky to me, which reminds me of this kiamara. So I called him William- his nickname Willow.

gender-
male


likes-
What Willow likes really shows his personality.
pine trees, storms, mysteries,
haunted houses, pranks, Slender Man,
owls, video games (horror games especially), space,
the Moon, piano music, willow trees,
fungi, moss on trees, (dark) forests,
fog, rocks, willow trees,
wolves howling, bloody stuff, eerie bird cries,
slime, darkness, silence,
being alone, walking in the woods, deep breaths,
horror movies, scary stuff, worms,
spiders, rats, snakes, poisonous stuff,
witches, potions, mythical stuff,
Norse mythology, sad stuff, Irish stuff,
old castles, moss on stones, Venus flytraps,
bugs, Renaissance time period, black plague stuff,
plague doctors, Halloween, mud,
herbal remedies and medicines, natural stuff, soil,
swamps, frogs, lizards,
being cold, rain, streams and rivers,
ghosts, the list goes on and on, filled with cold, foggy, scary stuff like the things mentioned in this list.







history-
Told through Willow's point of view.
~-~-~-~-~-~-
I fly though the foliage, my sister's cries penetrating my ears as clear as day push me forward. As the sound gets very loud, I burst into a small clearing littered with pine needles to find a horrific scene. My mother lies in the center with her beautiful fur bloodied. I don't want to know what did this to her. My sister too, has suffered wounds...both my Mother and sister will surely die, I realize. My mother shudders and as I approach her her face turns happy. WIP


personality-
Willow is a very shy kiamara-no friends, keeps to himself, doesn't talk much. He's also kind of mysterious and is kind of always sad.

.WIP.

[Oddly Shaded]

- "bis dass der Tod uns Teil" -
"Till death do we part"
username;;

- Hello there! My name is Oddly Shaded at your service!

name;;

- I have decided to name "die lebenden toten" which is German for 'The living dead". I choose this so that i'd be able to develop his story further and give him something unique to my fellow competitors. His nickname is Tote, which also means 'Fatality' or 'dead' in German. Read on for more on Toten's life and personality.

general information;;

- Tote is an unknown age, but is considered to be around middle aged.
- Tote is a male kiamara.
- Tote's origins are German. He speaks both German and English often with a german accent.
- Tote lives in Australia now on his own facing the rouge lands of the Australian weather.

Still working on this one ;D Wear your hard hat!

Sadly I will not be able to continue writing my form. But I know whom ever gets him will certainly looks after him. So wish i could finish my form. But I don't have any time :C

[ki-neko animura]

Vehnus on DA and Venus on here
"I am the one going bump in the Night."

Name:
- Ukungu -

Meaning:
- mold, mildew, etc in Swahili -

Nickname:
- Uku -

Gender:
- Male -

Species:
- Kiamara -

Hobbies:
- Taking the bones from his victims and carving them, creating different accessories, decorations, and more for himself and the scavengers he cares for. -

Abilities:
- Uku has the ability to release a green odorous muck from his mouth, eyes, paws, and tail. He can sometimes be seen with it pouring out of the green markings on his body. The muck is used to disorient and create illusions among any he sees fit. -

Likes
- Darkness -
- Moss -
- Scavengers -
- Tormenting other beings -
- Killing other beings -
- His Stitch Plushie -
- Bones -
- The Fog -

Dislikes
- The Light -
- Rivers/running water -
- Fire -
- Other beings -
- Blood -
- Those who intrude in his forest -

Fears
- Being alone -
~ Though Uku is technically alone in his little forest, he still has the Scavengers around. If he gets a couple intruders in a short span he will let some of them go, well after torturing them some -
- Stitch Plushie -
~ When he was younger he wasn't like he is now, he enjoyed others and loved being around them. His favorite thing was Stitch the little blue alien from Lilo and Stitch because he reminded him of himself.

Strengths
- Killing people -
~ When Uku was younger he would always be picked on. Called a "freak" or "the devil" after a while he started to believe it, his mind forming that he wasn't like the others. He had always been able to wield his muck but always kept it hidden. Until the day the bullies went too far. He used his muck and paralyzed his first victim. Something snapped in him and he reveled in the feeling.
- Creating bone items -
~ Uku needed something to help his brain grow and pass the time as he was alone in the woods.

Weaknesses
- Blood -
~ He has never liked blood. When he was younger he almost lost his tail to a bullies "joke". There was blood everywhere. If he sees blood he can go crazy, freaking out and killing anything nearby. Which is why he leaves the bone getting to his scavenger "friends"
- Running Water -
~ He just doesn't like getting clean. The muck is strongest when he is dirty, the enzymes reveling in the bacteria growing in his forest. It makes him stronger, faster. He also has no idea how to swim. He left his home before he was taught.

Personality:
- Cruel and unfeeling, Uku likes being alone and is willing to prey on anyone intruding in his territory. Mainly staying solitary if someone is seen in his woods he uses his muck to trap them in a continuous illusion. Sometimes filled with the person's worst fears or making them wander endlessly through his fog covered forest. He can be rather cruel and heartless. He does have a soft spot for the scavengers of his forest. -

Story:
- “Ever since I was a young pup I preferred being alone, far from the eyes of anyone who would call me a freak or a demon. It is because of these cruel fears that I secluded myself inside a fog covered and rather creepy forest. Years of solitude can do weird things to someone… I know it did to me.”

I can feel the fear slowly seeping into me, hear the coarse screams coming from my latest victim. I can see the images that my muck has caused.

“Darkness… Why are these beings always afraid of darkness?” I grumble to myself as I make my way towards my unseeing and fearful victim.

Darkness, why darkness? I think to myself, truly fascinated. I revel in the darkness, I make it my home! My playground! Growling, I watch as this victim, a large muscular Kiamara, twitches helplessly on the ground.

“I should let you rot here.” I say my voice low and angry. I can smell the fear rolling off him in waves, his mewling sounds like nails on a chalkboard. With a grunt I lift the twitching body onto my back. Walking through the fog I ignore the wet swamp under my feet, enjoying the way the muck seeps between my toes. Padding even farther through the forest I make my way to the other side, slipping just outside of the fog that surrounds my forest, dropping the body carelessly to the ground.

Crouching low, I narrow my eyes, “You will never come back to this place. If I see you again you will not make it out.” I threaten before turning and disappearing back into my home.

Huffing, I toss myself down on the cold, wet moss that I called a bed, pulling my Stitch plushie to me, the one thing that I kept through everything. This is the only place I will ever be in, the only place I ever want to be in! Closing my eyes, I listen to the sounds of my forest; the creaking of the leafless trees, and the croaks of the frogs that lay deep in the swamps. The sounds surround me lulling me to sleep.

A couple of days passed since I allowed one of the other beings to remain alive and with every passing hour I began to feel restless. Padding around the perimeter of my forest, I look out across the vast fields, mountains, and ocean that surround my home, hoping to spot a new victim that may succumb to my muck. To my undying happiness, after a couple hours a weary looking traveler started to come towards my home, a lantern clamped firmly in it's jaws.

Fading back into the fog, I creep around on silent paws and watch as this traveler hesitantly enters my lair. Following the stench of this newcomer, I can almost see the fear drizzling off it, as if a rainstorm had just hit. Chuckling I allow my voice to travel towards him.

“Who dares enter my home?!” I call, voice thick with fake rage. Dang, when did I even learn these voices? I think before shrugging and maneuvering silently around. I can hear the stumbling apologies coming from the thing in front of me. Stepping out of the fog, I allow my muck to seep from my pores, it’s thick gases floating around me, clouding my body.

A cold chuckle escapes my throat as the creature hangs its head, eyes wide with fear as the gas surrounds it. “You will never again see the light of day,” I gaze over it as it drops in front of me, its whole body shaking in fear. “Puh…pu…please. N…no.” I roll my eyes and step forward, towering over the now twitching body of my victim. “Pathetic.” I growl as I watch its greatest fears flash in my own vision. “Being alone... Quite a fun fear to have.” I say as I fade back into the fog, my eyes on the, now still, corpse; its white lifeless eyes staring wide at me. “It is all yours my pets.” I call as beady eyes appear in my shadow.

On silent wings and paws, the scavengers of my forest clean up the body leaving nothing but bone. “Bring them.” I command as I turn to head back to my bed. “It is time for me to get to work.”

As I make it to my small clearing, I head towards a small pool of water that I use to wash the muck off my body. Getting as clean as I need, I turn and pad over to the pile of bones from my victim, now placed in a pile by my knives. -


Song:
- Halloween by Aqua -

Items:
- Uku isn't seen with very many items but he does have one guilty pleasure. He sleeps with a Stitch plushie. Yes Stitch the little blue alien from Lilo and Stitch. It is one thing that he has always kept with him. He currently has no other accessories. -

Art:

[olivionary]

[All about me]
Name;;
Nicknames;;
Gender;; Male
Nationality;;
Voice;;

Allergies;;
Medical traits;;
Phobias;;
Quirks;;

Wip

[juni.purrs]

Reserved with the name Bane (cause of misery).

I love this guy. v3v

[petrify]

Reserved. *3*

[Southern sweetie]

*Reserved*
With the name labrinth :3

I am quite please with my whole layout and everything.
Please do not attempt at stealing or anything in that matter!
I worked very hard and actually had to take breaks cuz it creeped me out finding stuff for my tryout :3

ωє αℓℓ нανє α ∂αякѕι∂є.
ѕσмє σf υѕ ʝυѕт ¢αи'т ¢σитяσℓ ιт.
-Labrinth

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Doctor:''Hello and welcome. Why don't we start with introduction. I will start; My name is Doctor Logan Ireland, Or for short Doc. ireland. I am here to help you with your 'issues' Ok? Now why don't you tell me what your name is. hm?"

Pacient: "My name is Labrinth."



|Doctors Notes|


First blog of pacient #206
Name;; Labrinth
Gender;; Male
Case;; murdering family
Assignment;; Find out why he killed.

Pacient seems to feel fine and ok.
Now signs of what happened on
the night of the murders.
Show's no signs of agression towards
me or the staff.
Repeatedly askes if he can go home
and see his family.
But supposedly killed off all
and the daughter that was about 3
months old at the time.



N A M E
His name is Labrinth

G E N D E R
He is infact a male,
if you will take a look down below
it will explain why.

M O T H E R
(owner) Ireland

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Doctor; "Hello, and welcome back! How are you, are you well?"


Pacient; *Paciet does not respond*


Doctor; *Sigh* "Alright, let's get started then. Please take that mask off. It is hard to read your expressions when I ask questions. In reading your expressions I can tell if it sparks somesort of memory in your mind."

Pacient;*Long moment of silence* "I want to go home."

Doctor; " Remember, you can't. Your family is all dead..."

Pacient;"No there not, there right here."

Doctor; *doctor does not respond*

|Doctors Notes|

Twenty Seventh Blog of pacient #206
Name;; Labrinth
Gender;; Male
Case;; murdering family
Assignment;; Find out why he killed.

No progress has been made.
Pacient has desendagraded
from former self.
Shows sign of being mentaly ill.
Claims he has "friends" that
he can only see.
Has started this condistion
where he wheres
a mask and never removes it.
Claims his "friends" think
he looks better with
it on his head, makes him look
more supior.





G E N D E R
As you can tell there is no way this creater of all
our minds can be any sorts of a girl.
No little miss pretty thing can penitrate his
masculen insane body. It was chosen by
the devil himself along with the universe on
agreement that this spectical would be no
doubt a male. No loop hole, nothing for a
girl spirit to enter his body.

A G E
His is infact only a child, but
on the brink of turning into
a full adult.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
He is viel and cold. No heart lives in that chest. Unhappy and feelings of unwantedness; he has no soul. In short terms; He is no one.

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∂єєρєя
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Doctor:"Hello again.Please remove that mask. I cannot see your face to talk to you.

Pacient:*Pacient Does not respond*

|Doctors Notes|

Forty second Blog of pacient #206
Name;; Labrinth
Gender;; Male
Case;; murdering family
Assignment;; Find out why he killed.

Paceitn has become non-responceve
He staped talking a month ago.
It seems he has given himself bruises
and scars.
But he claims he didn't do it.
He says his friends do it to himn
for when they have fun.
Servaliance has been put in his
room to watch 24/7.

Update:
He has no signs of hurting himself,
But the camera has been blacking
out on occasions and things
have been moving on there own in his room.
Strange voices have been herd from his room.
When pacient is taken out gaurds are put
at post on his room all time round.

Update:
Strange writing has been found on his walls.
Servalince hasn't proven helpful for this occurance.
Experts have been brought in to intruprorate it.

F A M I L Y
He had family. But they were killed in the incedint
that he was put in this asylum. But he origanally had two sisters, a mother and a step father.

F R I E N D S
One that has visited him receantly is a little black crow.He has been shoowen away before but he returns everyday at a certian time.

F O E S
He claims the world are his foes. Once in a great while he will write a secret to our staff and it will hold hidden messages. They will say such as 'Home . Friends" Or another 'populare one is 'Mask' He claims that all of these things are what he calls friends. But other thans that he is actually foes with the world. Everyone is in danger with him alive.

S E X U A L I T Y
He is straight, but there is a slim chance he was not have a girl in his life. His friends have forbid it, but he still has one section of his mind that he has reserved forhis own disisions. His friends do not know about this section.

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ιитєяєѕт
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Doctor; Hello labrinth. Can we speack today?

Pacient; *Pacient does not respond.*

|Doctors Notes|

Ninety second blog of pacient #206
Name; Labrinth
Gender; Male
Case; Killing family
Purposle; Finding out why

Pacient seems to get worse
Every secon ticking away.
Tests have been run on
Samples of his blood but
Nothing out of the ordinary
Seems to show up in the scans.
And the progress with the servaliance
Seems to have seaced with any help.
His collection of masks seem to grow
Everyday now since him turing into an adult


Update;
The crow has seemed to dissapier.
No signs of the fellow anywhere.
It is very strange because the night
He didn't show, was the night in fact
Pacient 206 had a mental break down.

L I K E S
He likes silence.
And being alone

D I S L I K E S
He dislikes loud noises, and people.

P L A Y L I S T
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M A S K
His mask is his intire life.
He makes a new one every day.

F R E E T I M E
In his free time he likes to makes masks.
listens to soft music.

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Doctor; "Ok, labrinth I am resigning from yuor case. I am no longer going to work with you. I have been pulled because of no progress. I am really hurt by telling you this. In these past few years, I feel like we have boned into friends. Good by Labrinth.

Pacient; *Pacient does not respond*

|Doctors Notes|
Final blod of pacient #206
Name; Labrinth
Gender; Male
Case; Mudering family
Objective; Finding out why he killed.

THis is my last blog.
I am no longer working with pacient 206
I have been pulled because of no progress.

Update:
Pacient 206 has excaped.
Every one is in Danger

A F T E R W A R D S

After his doctor left for good, later that night labrinth excaped from the asylum. He murdered three workers at the asylum. One being known to work closely with labrinth. Ever since he escaped A warrent has been put out for capturing him.

Art|
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xxx-Done by geefriend45
xxx-Done by me
xxx-done by dragonswhisper
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The songs belong to their rightful owner.
The The lyerics belong to their rightful owner.
The format belongs to me.
Stealing will not be tolerated, k thanks :3

[Karmaloco]

Sludge

Goo, Mossy, and Trail.

Male

Sludge:
1. Thick, soft, wet mud or a similar viscous mixture of liquid and solid components, esp. the product of an industrial or refining process.
2. Dirty oil, esp. in the sump of an internal combustion engine.

Pretty much asexual, though he does want a kia that can love him for him.

Karmaloco

"Your worst nightmare is my sweetest dream."
"The night is my play ground, shadows my friends."
"I love in fear and relish in its glory."
"My dear, you don't know fear until you've met me."

•Fear.
•Shadows.
•Night.
•Moon light.
•Mud.

• Sun.
• Colorful Things.
• Small Things.
• Happiness.
• Crowds.

•Has a nervous tick.
•Has a learning disability.
•Is light sensitive.
•Loves being dirty.
•Obsessed with the color brown.

•Scaring others.
•Building mud castles.
•Staying dirty.
•Chasing flies.
•Collecting dead leaves.

Distant
Sludge is very distant towards others, always finding a way to get around talking to others. He despises being surrounded by others and being confronted.
Rude
He comes off as very rude towards others and looks down on them for them being "normal" in a sense and "happy" with their lives at times.
Selfish
Sludge is also very self absorbed and focuses on him, his self, and his own. He normally does anything in his power to get his way.
Easy to Anger
He is very easy to anger at moments when being around others, if someone comes off as being a brag about themselves he gets in their faces with disagreement.
Frighting
To put it simple, he loves scaring others, he gets a thrill off making others shiver and shake in fear. Sludge sneaks up on his "prey" and spooks them any way he can.

Deep in the depths of a dark, dreary moss covered forest lies the dwelling of a dark and deeply disturbed kiamara. Sludge, as he is known, calmly awakes near midnight to do his nightly forest check for his leaf collection. He walks through his forest, hiding in every shadow behind each tree looking for the brownest of the leaves on its floor. Sludge keeps looking for his perfect leaves only stopping when he came upon a small opening hearing voices, "go on!, what are you waiting for!, its just an old silly prank" said one voice, Sludge comes closer.
The voices grow louder, "you're just a big chicken!" said the same voice as before, "no..no I'm not.." said a female voice in reply, Sludge found the voices amusing though he couldn't understand the language. The female sighed, "alright I'll do it!" it said then the sound of foot steps, Sludge stood his ground listening to each foot step as they slowly approached his forest. Sludge peaked out form behind the tree that was hiding him to see the shape of a human walking into the forest with another standing still in the opening, "see I told you it was just a silly prank!" the voice called to the girl, "I..I guess" the girl replied softly, standing in place in fear.
Sludge grinned devilishly at a new thought that had entered his head, he crouched low to the forest floor, moving ever so silently through the leaves and brush that covered the ground. He approached near where the girl was planted, his grin grew as an energy grew inside him, almost as if he was feeding off the fear this girl felt. Sludge lunged out of his cover, letting out a sound that almost sounded like a roar crossed with a snarl and a growl through his bared teeth. The woman screamed and ran towards the other figure, Sludge chased the girl only stopping at the forests edge, making his sound once again then watching the figures scatter away. He proudly stood there with a gleam in his eye, happy with this feeling, he picked up his leaves then headed back to his home.

in the dead of the night, a loud cry
a fierce sound, not many can deny
coming out only when it needs
using your fear as it feeds
but don't worry, don't you cry
it only aims to petrify
kinda sticks but its by me xD..

By Me
By Me
By Me
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