[finoodle]

MARKING TO WATCH, jeez this bae is amazing <3
I needzzz one of des RUs!

[symmetra]

//Why would you say that?... The part about the hunt?
Now I'm having a stress attack because I don't know what's up hhhhh
Whatever, this bae is gorgeous and I should start my form soon;

[epimetheus]

hiya. <3
not trying due to lack of motivation and... other stuff.
but!! i am willing to help out ONE lucky personnnn c;
i can do; coding, form crit, grammar/spell check, ideas, and much much more!
pm me and i will choose.
when i strike out this post it means that i have someone. do not pm me if you see this struck out or ill get very upset! :(

[jojivlogs]

username; levi.acker.man
name; petra
gender; female
the rest is up to you


reserve

[bullie]

username;
name;
gender;
the rest is up to you

[crash.]

nvm good luck everyone!
He/She is amazing! c:

[Neon sparks]

username; lieutenant sparks
name; Cheshire
gender; male

[Offended Cockatiel]

“I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish -- you know!”

- Emily Dickinson

Watch closely because things might be deceiving

username; Byteme
name; Opiate - [O-pi-ate]

A drug with morphine-like effects, derived from opium.

gender; Male

Opiate can be described as quite the effeminate little male. He has the likely habit of being mistaken for the gender he is not. From his soft voice, so hard to decipher, to his body form and movements. Even his voices mistook him for a female the first time they spoke to him, except for the center.

The voices in my head tell stories

Turn left for the sad and blue

One is silent as the darkness itself
and speaks like he is far from the border.
His voice is low bearing, a mutt like mix
of such strong yet meshed accents, it's hard
to be sure where he's from. He says Sweden
is his homeland. I imagine he is telling the truth.
His voice hits octaves worse than his usual haul of
saddening pitches,
when he is to ever talk about it. His name is Albin,
And he is very interested in rainy days. He seems
strong but you can hear his whispered tears fall
within the crevices of my mind. It is better for him.

Without them he may get sick, his stories make my heart
crumble Into pieces but soon after... I can never remember them.

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Foreward for secrets and mysteries

She can not keep quiet, but she always has
A reason. She makes me understand things, she is the ruler
of everything hidden, everything that you think you have
battened deep within your brain. She is all knowing,
a hand on the world and her eyes on everyone within it.
Her title is blank, I am to call her Stalta.

She is the reason for all my knowledge. Stalta, the brain behind everyone.
Everything I know, every trick I can use on you, my devious little book
of bad things, comes right from her. Stalta is, as you may say, my third eye,
my extra sense. My blackmailing system.

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And to the right for pure petrifying anger

For him the world is hell and he's always complaining,
He's far into worlds distances off the map. Figuring Out
bad little ideas in levels you can't even imagine. He, Misha
is more energetic than anyone I've ever known. Always ready
to jump into the light, not thinking about what consequences following us.
His emotions control him, he is lead by passion, by desire. So very hard to stop...
His plans are brilliant though.

He's got them lined up from start to finish, the very first step I take to trip
someone, to the hand shake afterwards a week later when I... "Just happen"
to see them again, and the careless sale after.

And I listen until one more sucker lovely little customer comes into my merchants trap

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Liar Monster. Snappy Dresser

Though Opiate follows all his voices commands without fail he's not good at following most others whatsoever. It's only because they, he and his voices, have formed a symbiotic relationship. He goes through with their stratagems and they get to watch what folds out, from all of this mishap of their minds. He gets something from it too, from a sale to information that could cripple down certein enemies. 

He is to himself, someone that caters to his own needs, and his own resources before anything else. It is just what he's learned. A quirky, energetic guy who lives for sneaky, tricky, shady activities, and discordant things.

Opiate knows how to play at emotions, get peoples attention, be very coy and forewardly deceiving-- though he is powerless it does not provide a lack of skill, or confidence for that matter. How else could he be such a merchant?

His skills lay in the art of trickery. Being an illusionist is his skill, deceiving people and understanding just how to do it. He has the patience required to end you slowly until you don't realize it, drown you in your own misunderstanding of what's going on within his plan.

And be with good trust that that there is a plan. A deceptive artifice, ready to bite whomever is in the way. Albin, Stalta, Misha... The eye within his mind, his mouth and tongue, and the eye watching the world, his evermore companions in crime. He is the physical body, filled with mental issues and softly sneaky normality.

Attractions; Opiate has a strong interest for one person in particular. Leto is just the perfect mix of eerie and peculiarly-unusual, and that hair doesn't hurt. Leto's his nobody.

[sutekh]

username;
name;
gender;
the rest is up to you


Ahhh major reserve cx

[inaudible]

• username: ahoy
• name: mystique
• gender: female
• age: 15
• sexuality: straight.
• nicknames: misty; que.
• favorite hobby: to make
letters
• occupation: a card maker
• favorite place to be: at the park
• traits: kind, shy,
nice, shaky around others.
• likes: nature, sweet
people, birds.
• dislikes: mean people,
destruction, pollution, war.

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s t o r y:
I don't really know what happened when I was born, I heard people
screaming, shouting, saying I was odd and weird and deformed. I never
really noticed why, I didn't really care.

I had no feelings, what so ever. I couldn't be moved by deaths, by yelling
and slapping. I would feel the pain, but I wouldn't notice it emotionally.
I didn't understand when people cried, when people were happy with joy.
But I understood one emotion.

Love.

No matter how you could put it, I just understood when people loved each
other, when people were fighting for love. Most of the time, in these stories,
like mine. Most of the time you would see that they only felt hate and they
took over the world and dominated things and blah blah. But no, I am different.
Honestly, I loved only feeling love. It felt so warm and fuzzy when I was near the
emotion, when I felt it alone in myself.

I often felt embarrassed as a child when I said out loud to unknown couples, that
they were in love. It most likely ruined their couple life afterward, but once more,
I only felt love, nothing else. So hate wouldn't touch me to tears. In fact, I had
never once cried.



WIP PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY IDEA THANK YOU <3