[Murdoc Niccals]

username; Murdoc Niccals
name; Aluthera
gender; NB
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Black sclera, pupil is stark faded gold. There's the same faded gold iridescence on the sclera, like there's light in the eye being reflected back...

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In the queendom of Gestaln, the birth of the next in line was always celebrated with much joy. The royalty celebrated the upcoming birth by giving the realm days of festival, where everyone did not have to worry for food until the heir was born. Tradesmen could harp about their wares as people came from the farthest reaches of the nation to participate in the bounty and bustle. When the inns filled, the castle itself opened up its barracks for the poor and in need. Parades and concerts for the fertility of land and people filled the streets. For something that happened once every few decades, it was a big deal. Much of the lower classes might not see it for generations.

The third night of festivities was filled with baited breath, for the castle announced the heir was to be born that night. The night was filled with abnormal amounts of cheer and light, heralded by a full moon. But even the inside of the castle could notice the sudden fading of noise and jubilation, especially those near the queen.

The moon was gone, the exact second the heir was born. The young child's eyes seemed to shine in the dim torchlight, and a guard made the frightened connection that the moon suddenly disappeared. Of course, the queen was terrified of this, and ordered a midwife to bring the nearest clean cloth. It took the poor woman a minute, but the moment the blindfold was put over the child's eyes, the moon was back.

The child was cursed, it was plain to see. Our of fear, the queen begged to have the peasantry be shown the child in the morning, so they do not think the moon's disappearance was linked to the strange eyes of her child. And, with the sun up, the moon won't disappear, so the "curse" would no be in effect. But every night, the queen demanded the child's eyes be blindfolded, in fear for what could happen again...

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[ShrimpnamedLuka]

username; Castiel Novak
name; Cáel
gender; Neutral
eye design; Green and blue with spots of gold
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[zoosea]

username; Junemusic
name; Ink
gender; Male
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"You would never understand..." Ink said raising his voice, he gritted his teeth.
He was confused, Ink didn't know what to do. Ink felt his friend stroke his back, he could sense it was smiling. Ink suddenly felt sick, it felt like something wanted to burst out of his body. His heart ached.

"I'm sorry... I-I didn-" Ink's paws were shaking, he couldn't contorl it anymore.

"It's ok, Ink, you'll be ok. I'm here for you, always. Its not like they are all going to leave you... that your going to be all alone forever." It continued to pet him, but everytime it did, Ink felt worse and worse.

Ink wrapped his arms around his own stomach, everything started to hurt now.

"I never asked you to be here, I never wanted you here." He choked as he closed his eyes. "Hnn.. I wish you were never a part... of my life." Ink said as he struggled to catch his breath. He was light-headed now.

It smiled more, and had stopped stoking his back. It grabbed his shoulder firmly. It's gaze was fixed on his eyes.

"Well thats a shame, your so entertaining. I get to ruin your life, parties, meetings, morning, night, lunch, breakfast. You don't eat much anymore because of me, do you? You've lost most of your friends, and the people you love. You never have fun anymore because of me, but I've protected you from things that might happen... bad things. You could say I'm a blessing and a curse-all JUST for you." It's voice was bitterly sweet.

It softly pushes aside Inks long, soft white hair. Ink's eyes are closed.

"You can't hide me forever, Ink. You'll have nothing left if they find out."

Ink' eyes open quickly, and he fiercly whips his head around towards the direction of the voice.

"BUT I CAN HIDE I-!!" Ink shouts until he realizes, that he was just shouting at a mirror.

Ink stares at the mirror, watching his own red eye's gaze.

"I'll protect you Ink, I've always have been- "

"My friend, my anxiety..."

[Lillybear]

username // Lillybear
name // Prince Jericho - "city of the moon"
gender // Male
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Possible res! Don't know if I have the time but they're so beautiful ahh <3

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AHAHA I Am HERe

[satyn]

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username; satyn

name; Mercil

gender; male

eye design; (pinkish red shades
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The inscription on the crystal ball reads:

Looking into the future comes with a price
The farther one sees, the more one must offer
But beware: if one is unwilling to pay or does not have enough,
the light of one's days will go dark.

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"I hope that your future is full of prosperity. Good day," Mercil called, dressed in flowing robes bedazzled with rubies.

The fortuneteller eyed the regent beside his crystal ball. Customers were required to bring something that belonged to them as payment for the crystal ball to show their future; in this case, a golden necklace was used.
Of course, Mercil doubted that payment was actually needed to see the future. He simply asked for it because he usually sold the customer's belonging after they left.

"This would make me good money off the market," he mumbled to himself, slipping the necklace into his breast pocket.

He still had twenty minutes until midnight, which was when he went out to visit his secret lover, Rita. She had a strict curfew from her parents, while Mercil himself had to work most of the day. Rita usually snuck out at night and met him in the park by her home.

The couple's peaceful talks under the moonlight were something that Mercil looked forward to every night. Tonight was no different, but first, he decided to experiment with his crystal ball to pass the time.
After placing a half-eaten sandwich from his dinner as payment next to the crystal ball, Mercil sat down and took a breath. Memories of the past began flipping through the ball like a film, but the fortuneteller wanted to see the future.

He guided the memories in the opposite direction, causing the time to move forward until it exceeded the present. Meaningless events of the future appeared and disappeared, none of which were of interest to him.

"Show me more," he growled, moving to grip the crystal ball. His sandwich "payment" would hold him out for another minute of future-observing, but he wanted more.

Suddenly, his phone alarm began to buzz, signaling that it was midnight. Mercil let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and released the crystal ball. His experiments would have to wait. He left his little corner shop and headed to the park.

"I suppose you can't mess with time if you don't have the time yourself..." he thought out loud. The sentence might have not made sense to the passerby in the city streets, but Mercil was too caught up in his thoughts to care. Crazier things happened in the city anyway, and Mercil was just a drop in the ocean of individuals.

He saw Rita resting her back against the cool grass. Mimicking her position, Mercil stared up at the stars and sighed.
"Long day?" she asked gently, her hand touching his. The fortuneteller grasped her hand and squeezed. "It was fine. How was yours?"
"Ah, I went to go see a musical today. It was really nice, although I fell asleep before the end."
Mercil laughed and began to clutch his sides. The kalon next to him pouted and lightly slapped his arm.

They spent a few minutes in silence under the moon's glow.

Rita, who looked deep in thought, turned over to face Mercil. "Mercy, what do you think happens after we die? Do you think we'll still be together?"
Mercil felt slightly unsettled, suddenly remembering the visions. "Of course we'll be together. Forever!"
Turning back over, Rita nodded, satisfied. However, Mercil's mind began to pick at him. We'll always be together... right?

The next day passed by quickly. Mercil was anxious to experiment with his crystal ball again, but he didn't want to be interrupted by a customer while he was focusing. When the last customer left, Mercil put up his "closed" sign for the night.

Sitting by his crystal ball, he was about to place payment, but decided against it. I've never not used payment for the future... but I got this crystal ball off of eBay, so surely the instructions are just for kicks and giggles.

Mercil placed his hand on the crystal ball once more. Again, he flipped from the past to the future, watching several images move through the ball.
All was well until Mercil noticed something off. He searched the images until he found it - a vision of Rita crying. Frowning, Mercil viewed more images until he found another unpleasant one. The visions started to become more and more dark in nature.

The fortuneteller wanted to stop, but found that his hand was stuck to the crystal ball. "Get off!" he hissed, but the ball would not move. Mercil tried to look away, but something was compelling him to watch.
"No... this can't be true..." Horrible visions filled his head. In the end, he was sobbing.

The room began to shake, and the lights flickered. A vial nearby crashed to the floor and made Mercil flinch, but it ended up being his ticket to snapping out of the crystal ball's control. He passed out.

On the other side of the room, a poster dropped to the floor. It read:
Curiosity killed the cat, but did satisfaction really bring it back?


Mercil woke up, disoriented. He fumbled around to get a hold of his surroundings, but touched broken glass in the process. Yelping, he retreated his hand and looked around.

The room was a mess, and if it had to be compared to something, Mercil's mind was equally in shambles. He wasn't sure what to make of anything anymore. He had seen so much, and from what he could see, the future was hopeless. Everything led to nothing.

"I-I don't... want to s-see everyone and thing I l-love... w-wilt and crumble into ashes..." he whispered. The time was 1:34AM - Rita was probably wondering where he was.
Mercil stared down numbly at his robes and tore at the bottom. Using the ripped piece of fabric, he wrapped it around his eyes and head. "Let me see the sun no longer. I don't want to watch the horrors life has in store for me."

There was a pounding at the door, despite the sign indicating that the store was closed. Curious, Mercil rose and felt his way around until he was able to open the door.

"Mercy! I was so worried!" Rita cried, burying herself in his arms. She looked up with questioning eyes at his blindfold. "Why are you wearing that?"

"Rita... I'm sorry, but I don't want to see anymore. I saw too much already," Mercil replied.

"...What do you mean?"

"The future! Oh, how bleak it is... there's no hope," he lamented. Mercil proceeded to tell Rita of the visions he had seen.

Rita stared, shocked. She knew Mercil was a fortuneteller, but... the things he was saying made no sense. She wanted to understand, but she couldn't.
"You're crazy," she whispered. Rita slowly backed away from him as if she was frightened that she might catch his delusional thoughts like the plague. Her eyes continuously flitted from their surroundings to the blindfold pressed against his eyes.

She didn't know what else to do, so all she could think of was to run.

Mercil watched his lover, who was too repulsed to be with him, leave him in the silence of the night.

Mercil did not open his store the next morning. He sat in the room with the crystal ball, unmoving. When he tried to distract himself, his mind reminded him that it was meaningless.

Everything is meaningless, he thought.

Night came, and Mercil made a single decision. Before he could leave, there was a knock at the door. Rita stumbled in, panting.
"I came to say that I'm sorry, Mercy... I didn't mean to say that last night," she confessed, looking to the floor and shuffling her feet.

Mercil didn't say anything for a while, and Rita let him have the next word, but she would soon regret it.
"I'm moving," he said quietly, his white hair shadowing his blindfolded eyes.

"Wh.. What?" she breathed, moving forward to clutch his arm. "No, no! Mercil, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!" She was sinking to her knees, now. "Please, don't leave... don't leave me..."

He smiled sadly and gently held the hand that was gripping his arm. "It wasn't your fault, it was mine. I cannot cleanse my mind of what I saw." Starting to step away, he let out four unfair, heart-stopping words. "I love you, Rita." Mercil kissed her one last time.
I'm sorry Rita, but I must go... I cannot bear to watch you lose the last petal of your rose, he thought. The former fortuneteller exited through the door and left the life of his lover forever.


Mercil's pure white hair fluttered ethereally in the moonlight.
Mercil, the kalon that had held her heart until he realized it was too delicate to hold.
That was her last memory of him.

[Shinnybear]

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