wιcked [semi literate, accepting!]

[johnsum.]

Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween

This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween

This is Halloween

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my system blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa
I'm breaking in, shaping up,
checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

Radioactive ~ Imagine Dragons

Dragged ya down below
Down to the devil's show
To be his guest forever
(Peace of mind is less than never)
Hate to twist your mind
But God ain't on your side
An old acquaintance severed
(Burn the world your last endeavor)

Flesh is burning
You can smell it in the air
Cause men like you have
Such an easy soul to steal (steal)
So stand in line while
They ink numbers in your head
You're now a slave
Until the end of time here
Nothing stops the madness,
Turning, haunting, yearning
Pull the trigger

You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your ******' nightmare

Nightmare ~ Avenged Sevenfold

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

Demons ~ Imagine Dragons

Hey yeah, don’t let ‘em know we’re coming
Hey yeah, tiptoe higher
Take some time to simmer down,
keep your head down low
Hey yeah, tiptoe higher

From your slanted view see the morning dew
Sink into the soil,
watch the water boil
They won’t see me run,
who can blame them?
They never look to see me fly, so I never have to run

Tiptoe ~ Imagine Dragons

In 1879 there was a town founded in Western New York that seemed to disappear weeks after it was found for unknown reasons to the now "dead" residents and visitors. Investigators from the town they were a part of came to investigate, but they were never found, they did not go back to where they had came from nor had left any traces to their families as to where they had left. Everyone was thinking that the ground was cursed by the Seneca Tribe, or possibly something older than the Seneca Tribe since not even them had lived on that land. It was quite odd to the people that had settled in the area and it made them be quite unsettled over the matter and it was known that no one was to settle there again, that was until the texts were lost in a fire at the time. It was only a short decade after it had been made law in the city.
Then 1979 had rolled around. It was much like any other day in the area, which was a fair metropolitan area for the time. The date was September 30th, 1979 when a small community, much like the forgotten one in 1879, popped up again in the area, it was nearly exactly the same since the area where the town had been was just a forested area. It was quite odd since the houses seemed to be like the large farm houses from the 1800's which was odd for the area since most of the houses were built in the early 1900's. Many people tried to make an explanation about it that would be normal when some of them drove through those woods nearly daily and didn't see any development going on. Many more people had moved out of the city life many of them knew to the forest since the houses were being sold for cheap prices and the spacious areas in the houses. Once again, this village, which was now considered a town due to population in the area, once again disappeared under everyone's nose. It didn't help that they had their own school building and such for it to disappear. It was noted a year after people started to move into the houses that they all had vanished, even the houses, the only thing left was the forest and the road that ran through it, the only road for the vast area. It was basically 1879 had happened all over again, investigators were sent out to explore the now desolate area and they disappeared without a trace. The vehicles the investigators had used, which were the police cars for the area, were sitting, with no gas, on the side of that road. It was deemed that no one was to develop the area by the head government. This time the documents were not lost and the area had been made into a large national forest so no developers could ruin the area.
In March of 2012, eight teenagers had been found on the side of the road that ran though the park. All eight were unconscious. The rangers of the park had called in the police to investigate since it seemed as though the found teenagers were not breathing and all seemed to have some kind of bruise on their temple. It was noted in the police report that no children of the description of the teenagers had gone missing in the area, or even in the country, that they had no pulse, that they all seemed about sixteen, give or take a few years, and that four were males and the four others were girls with in ten of the minutes of the police being there. After about fifteen minutes of the police being in the area, all eight of them came to at the same moment as the police had started to place their bodies into black body bags. It took them about a hour to come to after they were found on the sides of the road. All eight were questioned and nothing could be noted of how they got there, who they are, where they were from, or how they were living. Nothing was found because it seemed the teenagers all had amnesia and couldn't even remember their own names, age, or birthday. They were all sent to one of the officers that had investigated them to see if they regained any information to see what had happened. Each one of them were deemed seventeen by the doctors they had went to and were each given a name and a birthday individually by each officer.
Now it is October and the teenagers had been found for exactly six months and all of them had found their lost memories. They all found them out through a dream they had exactly six months after they were found and adjusting to the mundane human life. Each one of them is a different immortal species from humans, much older than any human by millenniums, their knowledge on the planet much more vast, their knowledge on the universe much less is more grand, and they all came from another realm much like Earth's climate changes and air structure. The realm was a planet that was translated to Hell by the humans when they had found a few of their kind during the Medieval times on Earth and the name had stuck through out religious texts. They are called Hellspawn.
Why were they even sent to Earth from their realm that is much more advanced by ages compared to earth? Even if they could get back to "Hell", they would first have to complete their task, which is to bring the downfall of all Earthlings' government and to create a free for all world and watch the chaos. They are to do this with in twp years of being there, using the first year is to learn of the races that inhabit the planet even more through the eyes as the dominant one and the final year to create the plan and to enact upon it. They are all to stay together to complete the plan of domination of the planet. This is to make a complete wave length between the two plains so that their kind can inhabit this plant since their planet is reaching it's population capacity. Either they can do what they were sent to do or they can simply choose to keep the planet the way it is and let their own kind die out since not every person is per say a demon like depicted by humans.
What is their choice?
Keep or kill the Earthlings?

[johnsum.]

~ Two characters per person, keep the gender ration even
{One male for every female, vice versa}
Note* I may give special permission for certain people to
bend this rule. They are: ❅Cider Chi.
~ ❅Cider Chi. helped me create this so she is a
co-creator/mod.
~ Only join if you're going to be active.
~ This is semi literate so that means good grammar and
spelling and five or more lines of writing in small or normal
sized fonts. If it's larger than font size 100, then take it
down to normal and count the number of lines please.
~ Powerplaying is allowed to a certain extent over human
characters. Also godmodding other characters is allowed,
like when you pick up a person in real life and they can't get
out of your grip easily or when you pin a person down.
~ Swearing is starred out to a certain extent. ex. Sh!#,
F**k, D@m^, etc.
~ Take "mature" scenes to PM.
~ Don't overdose on the violence.
~ No perfect characters or overly powerful powers.
Note* Characters can have powerful powers with limitations.
~ Earthlings will most likely die and Hellspawn cannot die,
that is why their age is unknown or thousands of years old.
~ Keep species creative, even create your own! I don't want
to see vampires, demons, witches, angels, werewolves, and
common stuff like this cluttering up the characters. Also there
can only be one of each specie.

The rules are due to change from time to time. Add or
remove as the RP goes but still goes by CS rules.

.:Hellspawn:.

1) Kasper Crestlin ~ Pg. One ~ ❅Cider Chi.
2) Neon Jinxx "Joy Lee Collins" ~ Pg. One~ david tennant.
3) Treble Stone ~ Pg. One ~ ❅Cider Chi.
4) Sage Ella Alexander ~ Pg. One ~ Rivkah2012
5) {Male} {Reserved}
6) {Female} {Reserved}
7) {Male}
8) {Female} {Reserved}



.:Earthlings:.

∞

{{ Forms should be your own, but include: Name, Gender, Age{For Hellspawn include true and human age}, Looks, Description of species if Hellspawn, etc. And make them pretty. But posts do not have to be complex with the coding. Message me or ❅Cider Chi. if you have any questions.

[johnsum.]

I am the lone Neon Jinxx. I have no parents, but I am the embodiment of magic. Though my knowledge of the various realms where magic dwells is vast my body is mortal and I cannot die by natural aliments, like old age or a disease. The magic though is what I control and cannot bend since I have been in this body for seventeen years and have not unlocked the abilities to control what I am. I can only phase, disappear, and control objects of matter, like myself or a wall. I could be called an Elemental. Genderless, but female looking in a way.

Detective Collins is the investigator that took me in after the park accident as everyone calls it. He named me Joy Lee Collins since he is my guardian after signing some papers. The birthday they gave to me was October 31st, and then I'll be eighteen and on my own.

I have naturally black & blue hair that is a black at the roots as it turns a bright blue about one half of a centimeter away from the roots. My skin is a porcelain shade of the purest white, meaning I have no blemishes and it is the whitest Caucasian shade you can find without being albino. As my eyes are a dark blue, much like a sea when it is not filled with algae.
It's quite obvious I shave my head into a mohawk style that I never spike or gel up. I just straighten it since it naturally falls in loose curls. It is much longer that it was in the picture back then. That was a picture from when I was still in Hell. I miss home. Well I am five feet, seven inches and I weigh 118 pounds, that means that I'm a size one in pants and a small shirt sizes. When Collins took me to a doctor to get my head injury looked at the female doctor had said I'm severely under weight even though I do have a petite frame. Collins had tried to bring up my weight and BMI but being the fact that my body literally burns food and doesn't need it means that I'm just the weight of the bones, skin and the Arcane blood that creates the firm, muscular texture that is much lighter than human muscle.

A magic Elemental or Arcane Elemental is the embodiment of magic or Arcane Power so speaking. Much like a witch, the only difference is that once they die they lose a body and their magic is then free floating for a witch to use. Never does a magic elemental want for that to happen since then they would be used, or find a witch to speak to and create a new body for them.
They are immortal in a sense, like their souls or spirits would keep living on indefinitely with out a body to contain them. Basically they are a spirit in a sense for the time only seen by those who have the ability to give them a mortal body once again. In that form they are a humanoid shape that looks like a violet night sky, full of dark and light violets and star-looking lights.
Their mortal bodies can only withstand how much damage a human can take though one can make a truly immortal body with the help of willing of the magic that bounds them. Most start off like any other Elemental, controlling water, fire, life, darkness, earth, air or light but very few develop a more mind like abilities, like a mental or physical manipulation of objects and people, or what is deemed a psychic ability. Often one form lasts a Arcane Elemental about three earth centuries.
They cannot have children though they often lean more towards one human gender form. A "male" seems more like a masculine human and a "female" has more curves, a higher voice and qualities that are found through out a feminine human.

I am a video gamer, quite good at it. Ahh... I remember when the first system came out. Personally my favorite has to be the PC and Xbox. I love role playing games with some action. By far, in my spare time I've been on WoW and D3 nearly in all of my free time. I do love to read as well, though I cannot read a book that I haven't already heard the plot of and spoilers. I also do love cosmetology, nearly every aspect of it,that would explain my blue mohawk and the fact I bother to do my make up differently every day I wear some. I love Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Pokemon, Star Wars, and Marvel Comic movies.
I love vintage clothes, like sweaters and tank tops. I absolutely hate skirts and stiletto heels, though I do love the occasional heeled boot. And cats... don't get me started on my love for the feline. They are often drawn to me since they are in tune to magic and I am it... well in a humanoid form and mortal body.
I tend to shy away from people due to my antisocial nature and the obvious lack of social outtings due to video gaming. The closest I got to meeting many people before this was when I video chatted with a person. I was heavily homeschooled as a child which also lead to a lack of social interaction, even in Hell there was high schools and universities I could have attended, my "parents" wouldn't have allowed me to. My "mother" was a shinigami, or death god, something very much like a grim reaper in western belief on Earth, as my father was a kami, or in Shito, a spirit of nature. I remember that he is some kind of tree.
Though when I do meet new people, or try to make new friends I am a very chatty person compared to many people who are antisocial and I seem full of life and endless energy, though I show what I am really like after they are my friends for about six to eight months. Then I'm my usual mellow self, having the occasional hyper outburst though it's just mostly random stuff that I would emit through my mouth. It's just mostly pointless facts on what I've seen when I haven't had a physical form. Usually I would travel outside of Hell then and I had visited Earth and other inhabited planets then. I definitely do not want the humans to become extinct as a whole instead of other Hellspawn helping kill them off, like they would be bound to do without government.
I love music, I play the violin, flute, piccolo, piano, guitar, and bassoon. I also love to listen to electronic and rock bands of all kinds though I prefer if the song has some kind of lyrics to them. I do love to sing though as well. I've had a voice compared to that of a siren once, though that is not true. I do not lure men to die. Even when I don't sing my voice has been compared to that of a flute.

I wear baggy sweaters, sweatshirts, and hoodies. Often I am found with a tank top of a basic color on underneath the quite bland torso apparel that I do not match with jewelry. On my bottom half, or legs I often wear high rising pants of various different patterns, like bright colors or just distressed denim and high rising shorts. I find that these kind of pants complement my figure by making sure nothing is seen when I wear something. For shoes I am often found in combat boots, platform heeled boots, and Converse of all different colors, mostly white and black Chuck Taylors. The only jewelry I wear often is my One Ring from Lord of the Rings. That goes with everything on my thumb or on a chain around my neck or on my wrist.
Since I had not taken a picture of myself in ages I had changed quite a bit with body modifications, like I now have many more ear piercings, a tragus, four lobe piercings all in a slightly curved line up my ear, and a triple helix on my left ear, and four lobe piercings, an anti tragus, and a horizontal industrial bar on my right. All of my lobe piercings are stretched - the lowest one being one inch currently, second one up being at a 0g, the third one being a 8g, and the fourth one being at a 14g. I also have both sides of my nose pierced twice and a septum piercing, with my tongue and hips pierced as well. For tattoos I have one sleeve worth of various different cartoon characters, a TARDIS, and floral designs. This sleeve is located on my left arm and comes down three quarters of the way.
I often smell like strawberries though. I love the scent of pomegranates and strawberries.

My Earthling name is Joy Lee Collins whereas my "father is Detective Collins. His full name without his title is David Collins, which most of his friends call him Dave and myself Joy or Joy Lee. Detective Collins is not married nor has a girlfriend since he is a single forty year old man. He can only find enjoyment in... Enter very "mature" speech about what happens at night. Personally me and Collins fight all the time because I don't call him father or any title like that since I don't view someone as mundane as him as a fatherly figure. My "actual" father in Hell is lucky I even called him one. He died about a millennium ago.
The house Collins owns is much like many houses in the area due to the old farmhouse look and the land he owns on the property. He does have a farm house on the property he uses to store his many cars. I would have to say that the house and property size is fairly large due to the fact that only he and I live here with my cats and ferrets running around the house. The ferrets are actually litter box trained and I love each and everyone of the six animals running around the house, two ferret and four tomcats.
My bedroom doesn't seem like it belongs in the house that is much like a country house in decor. I have a fairly large flat screen TV I often hook up to my laptop, which is an Alienware gaming laptop which I love with my heart. I have numerous games for it. Also there's the Gamecube and Xbox I have in my bedroom along with the Playstation 2. Not to mention underneath my couch is filled with video games for those systems that Collins has bought me to bribe me into calling him father, not to mention the numerous PC download games that are on my five thousand dollar laptop. Personally I think he spoils me to see if I will ever call him father.
Also in my room is a vast closet filled with vintage clothes, shoes and books. I'm nearly almost always found on my couch or bed reading a book or playing a video game.

[princess pudding]

|| finished ;__; Just a heads up, Kasper and Treble are siblings...I think I forgot to mention that. Sorry Kasper's history is so short, I wanted to save some of it for the roleplay.
This is not at all how I picture Kasper, but I couldn't find a decent photo. x3

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★ Kᴀsᴘᴇʀ Cʀᴇsᴛʟɪɴ ★ ᴍᴀʟᴇ || Aɢᴇ Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ|| 'Tʜᴇ Pᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀ'

❝ N-ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ❞

... ★ ...

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ★ Kᴀsᴘᴇʀ Cʀᴇsᴛʟɪɴ
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ ★ Kᴀsᴘᴇʀ
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ★ ᴍᴀʟᴇ
ᴀɢᴇ ★ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ★ 'ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ'


... ★...

... ★...

Way up in the air,
you're finally free,
and you can stay up there,
right next to me.
Gavity will try to pull you down,
but not this time.

... ★ ...

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★ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

❝ Uʜᴍ, ᴡᴇʟʟ...ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ I ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴇ ᴛʜɪs? ❞

... ★ ...

ʙʟᴜᴇ
ᴇʏᴇs
★
ᴄʜᴇsᴛɴᴜᴛ
ʜᴀɪʀ
★
Sʜʏ
Gʀᴀᴄᴇ

... ★ ...

Kasper is an interesting character as far as his description goes, for both the good and the bad. To kick everything into gear, he has a strangely cute awkwardness to him; he is normally wearing an edged expression with deep chocolate eyes that pronounce his skittish personality like a life story. Although he doesn’t tower above most other boys, he has a fair height of 5’8” and a slightly built body enough to get him past ‘lanky’, weighing at only 150 pounds. His skinny shape tends to swoon back and forth like a ragdoll during a fighting stance, which both baffles and puts his opponents on edge, giving him the satisfactory he needs to put an end to the battle. Despite this, he often trips over himself and declares a clumsy outlook that mostly comes from nerves—and his wavy, quirky spine. Kasper’s jaw is set straight and has a defined structure with no abnormal behavior what so ever. His nose is nothing compelling, either, and is smooth and seeks a common American shape, with a few transparent freckles that fleck the small bridge like the dapples of a burnt autumn leaf. His face seeks a youthful description that reflects the branches of his unique figure, and he could definitely fit under the category defined ‘cute’ if you can see past his tendency to shy away. And the fact he isn’t human at all.

Kasper’s hair is nothing cutting edge, nor does it obtain any Beiber framed ideal. It is a shade of dark chestnut, nearly black under the light, and laps over his forehead by just a few inches. His hair spikes up at the meeting front like a pointed tip, and it remains a constant, normal length—nothing fancy, but a cute expression of himself. Although the boy is shy and secretive, he doesn’t portray any outcast traits, and isn’t bold with his style or the way he dresses. In fact, he appears normal at a first glance, if you can see past his skinny frame and sorrowful expression.

His eyes however, seem to hold the uniqueness of his appearance. Being a brunette, you wouldn’t expect to look up and spot dazzling blue eyes against blushing cheeks. They are in fact a warm aqua, and despite several encounters with strangers, he does not wear contacts and has never considered the idea. Whether or not you want to believe him if up to you.

★ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

❝ Wᴇʟʟ, I ɢᴜᴇss ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ... ❞

... ★ ...

Cʟᴜᴍʙsʏ
★
Sʜʏ
★
Bʟᴜsʜᴇʀ
★
ᴘᴏsᴇssᴇᴅ
★
Aɪʀʜᴇᴀᴅ

... ★ ...

Unlike the typical bursting, obnoxious male, Kasper is a different siege of character for both others and himself, whether it be huddling to himself over his dark deeds or gazing off at the clouds of the human world. Kasper is a daydreamer . He definitely fits in the ‘human’ range much better than his brother does, and seems to enjoy this new life much better than the old one, although he realizes why he was really sent here. To destroy it. Often lurking about and keeping to his own thoughts, he comes off as an easy push over by the world; it only comes naturally to him to do what others say, and he has a way of being overly obedient, as his imperative history has molded the traits from his continence and a powerful feeling of dread. Despite his tendency to stray from the flock, Kasper is a sweet boy and will often go to extreme heights to achieve another’s happiness just to see their smile. Kindness comes naturally to him and even if it’s hidden behind flushed cheeks and frightened blue eyes, the emotion is blatant. Treble has never truly understood him or his lack of bloodlust, but has never questioned it.

Kasper is a quiet, shy boy that is often embarrassed by his actions or the things he says. He is normally wearing a deep flush to his cheeks and a nervous expression, showing the sadness that conflicts with previous memories and slaughters done by himself; he’s a sweet boy, but that doesn’t change the fact he’s also dangerous and can control anything he pleases. Whenever given the chance Kasper will crawl off into the unknown and let his worries drift away. He’ll do everything in his power to avoid using his ‘puppetry’ against humans, but with a bad influence like Treble constantly at his side, it comes off a difficult task. Going even further, Kasper has had a ‘voice’ inside his head since his younger years. He’s convinced himself he is possessed by an evil spirit, but has yet to tell his brother or anyone else.

Fear has always been an obstacle for Kasper since he was but a small child. He’s petrified of the dark and anything related to it, as well as being locked in rooms, and he can become twitchy at the mere mention of either topics. Due to both previous and recent events, he has locked himself away from his fears to his best abilities, but it has given him a sense of crestfallen behavior that often brings out his flaws. As unobvious as it may seem, Kasper wants friends more than anything, even if he can’t admit it to himself.

ғᴜɴ ғᴀᴄᴛs
|| favorite shape is a star
|| likes to compare himself to Casper the friendly ghost
|| favorite novel is Lord of The Flies, because it reminds him even humans can go evil.
|| he hates his ability.
|| loves human food

★ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ

❝Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ? ❞

There isn't much to be told that Kasper is willing to speak, but much of it will be revealed. As a child, he was often picked on by his younger brother, which led to being locked in dark rooms, thus leading to his fear of the dark. Refusing to use his puppetry on his older brother brother, Treble took advantage of this, and still today enjoys poking and prodding at Kasper for his amusement. He doesn't admit much of this to anyone, nor the others, and lets it go on in silence. After all, Treble is family.

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| Treble Stone |

“Nᴏʀᴍᴀʟ-ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ. 'Tɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ sʜɪғᴛ...”

{ Treble Stone } | { Male } | { Age Unknown} | { Weapon Shifter }

N ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ “My full name is Treble Stone. No middle name. …Yeah, I realize it’s different, but I’m a different kind of person. Got a problem with that? …Anyways, I gave it to myself a few years back. It’s more of a nickname than anything else.”
N ɪ ᴄ ᴋ ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ “I have a few, but hopefully you know better to use any of them, other than Treble. You can call me your worst nightmare if you get in my way.”
G ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ “Well…This should be a pretty obvious question, but if you want to check that badly…Go right ahead. Because you seem pretty blind, I’ll just spell it out: I’m male. A guy. Boy. Hopefully you get it.”
A ɢ ᴇ “Well, to you, I’m seventeen years young. Where I come from, I’ve lost count.”
A ʙ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ “I’m a weapon shifter. Meaning, I can shift into any weapon I please—and I don’t even need a partner. I can change any limb into a blade and still use my feet to fight lone side. Like I said, stay out of my way.”
--Based off Soul eater.





{ Dark Hair } | { Green Eyes } | { Pale } | { 5'9 } | { 190 Pounds }


ʜ ᴀ ɪ ʀ “It’s simple, if you haven’t already noticed. Very, very dark brown. Nearly black. I keep it messy and if I feel like it, spiked at the tips. Nothing fancy, and no beiber-cut crap. ”
ᴇ ʏ ᴇ s “My eyes are probably the most interesting part of my face {except for my amazingly hot looks, ha…} There deep emerald green and contain flecks of hazel, but it isn’t very noticeable unless you look closely. I can actually change the color to grey due to my blade shifting.
s ᴋ ɪ ɴ ᴛ ᴏ ɴ ᴇ “I’m pale. Not much more I can add to that, I'm afraid.”
P ɪ ᴇ ʀ ᴄ ɪ ɴ ɢ s & T ᴀ ᴛ ᴏ ᴏ s “…Nope. Nada.”
H ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ I’m only going to give you the basics, because quite frankly, your starting to annoy me with all these questions. I’m not a freaking giraffe, but I don’t stand pretty tall, either.
S ʜ ᴀ ᴘ ᴇ “Seriously? You must be some stupid girl, I’m guessing. I’m fit, and in shape. If you want to know so badly, then yes, I do have a nice body.”
ᴡ ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ “You really do like to get on my backside. I’ll repeat this one more time: I’m not going to get detailed. I’m not fat. If you were to even think of me as ‘fat’, you’d probably have your eye ripped right from their sockets, with no exceptions. But because you’re so determined to stalk me with all this information, it’s too late to go back on any of it: I’m around 190.





{ Vulgar } | { Ruthless } | { Sarcastic } | { Secret Soft Side }


D ᴇ s ᴄ ʀ ɪ ᴘ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ “This’ll be fun…” The moment your eyes pick out Treble in a crowd, you’ll know there’s something dark and almost wrong to his appeal. He’s often wearing that I-know-your-secret kind of grin, and he tends to lurk in places he shouldn’t, even if he is aware of the consequences that will follow. Treble has the usual characteristics of a male, only he has his differences, being a ‘different’ kind of guy. He has a strong build with a six pack, and to be general, a nice body that knows how to get him out of trouble in sticky situations, whether it be defending himself or pulling in his targets with good looks. Treble isn’t very tall, but he does have the intimidating look when it comes to becoming hostile and knows how to put a villain face on in any kind of crisis. The seventeen year old has dark, short-clipped hair that could easily be considered black if not for the brown shade in sunlight, and it tends to spike up in a messy manner; his eyes, however, seem to hold an interesting aspect of green. He’s an excellent opponent when using knives and tends to keep one around at all times, even if he can shift himself. In general, Treble is a unique figure that definitely resembles his personality…both good and bad. But he’s a ruthless killer, so we’ll stick with the bad.
P ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ Treble’s personality could go on forever, but we’ll keep it simple for the both of us, shall we? Treble has many, many sides to him, all including his dark air that tends to show his darker side. You might see him as the villain everyone loves for his secretive soft side, because let’s be honest, he’s not exactly a ‘good guy’ in his book; he’s a ruthless killer that has buried himself in so much complications that here’s really no way out of it. Despite this, he doesn’t tend to show off this darker personality, but rather his rebellious, trouble-making side.
Treble might come off as harsh, but he just as a thick skull and likes to get on people’s bad sides. He finds it amusing to get himself into trouble and will often score any place to find it, even if it doesn’t include murder. He’s snarky, terribly sarcastic and quite a sour puss when people get in his way or try to run him down; he’s definitely not the usual trouble-maker, but furthermore, a human’s worst nightmare. He has a lot to hold on his shoulders and even though others don’t see it, he tends to break down at points, unable to keep everything in all at once; even being self consumed, he really does need someone to lean on.






L ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s
{ Killing } | { Alone Time } | { The Dark } | { Drawing } | { Violence }


“Let’s start with the basics, shall we? Okay…I like myself. That’s a start, I guess. Being alone is one of my best qualities, because quite frankly, I tend to stick to myself whenever I get the chance. I like using knives and kicking butt, but it doesn’t happen often when you have to run from the undead your whole freaking life. I like to kill, too. {Maybe that’s harsh in your book, but were in mine}. There’s either two things that can come from killing: The first being self-consumed in the bloodshed you struggle to find any way to keep doing it, and the second typically losing your mind. So, which one am I? That’s an easy answer, of course; I’m both.
While most people are afraid of the dark, I actually have a cold liking to it for self reasons you wouldn't understand; one thing I do have in common with humans is drawing. It's kind of amusing, actually, and I think I'm quite the artist.”

D ɪ s ʟ ɪ ᴋ ᴇ s
{ Boring classes } | { Humans } | { Pity } | { Most Girls }


“Well, this boat could go on for hours. I generally hate people—I’m not a people-person. Duh. I’m not even human. Another thing I typically turn my back to is suffering. Maybe it’s wrong, to leave someone behind or let them suffer from your darkest deeds, but isn’t that what survival is based off of?”

L ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ I ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ s ᴛ “Myself. Do you really think I have time for love? That it's possible?”

[johnsum.]

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[Rivkah]

Shadow of the Day, by Linkin Park.

I close both locks below the window
I close both blinds and turn away

Sometimes solutions aren't so simple
Sometimes good bye's the only way

ηαмє ;; Sage Ella Alexander, darling.
ηι¢кηαмєѕ ;; Sage is it.
αgє ;; Sixteen - seventeen in appearance. Her real age is many centuries.

ѕρє¢ιєѕ ;; Hell-spawn.
αвιℓιту ;; Specifically, she is a controller of the shadows. Anything dark or shadowy, she can manipulate it. She is also able to influence humans and animals, but she doesn't do it often. She has night vision, and increased hearing as well.



єуєѕ ;; A pale blue, as most living things with her disorder have.
нαιя ;; Straight and blonde. Right, now let's stop pretending. Everyone thinks it's an extremely pale blonde, but what you see is pure white. Sage is has a particular disorder, she did not dye her hair.
вσ∂у ;; Rather thin, standing at 5'7". A moderate height, right? She's a healthy weight of 125 pounds, mostly because of her metabolism. She's also rather pale...

And the sun will set for you
The sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

σνєяαℓℓ ρєяѕσηαℓιту ;; Sage can be troubled sometimes, but she almost never shows it. It takes a person whom she has known for a long time in order to see past any walls or masks. She's definitely bubbly and looks at the optimistic side, even in the bleakest times. You could say she's optimistic to a fault; she always counts her blessings to the point of annoying some pessimists. But she always does her best to make everyone happy.

Despite all of the nice-girl signs, sweet little Sage has a dark side as well. She can become very brooding at times, and easily the wallflower. She's stronger and much more stubborn than she looks, but she likes giving the impression of being harmless. In reality, she's neither harmless nor easy to influence...

In cards and flowers on your window
Your friends all plead for you to stay

Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple
Sometimes good bye's the only way

ℓιкєѕ ;;
-> The outdoors. -> Animals. -> The night.

She feels best being outside, mostly because of her claustrophobia. The nighttime is when she feels safest.

∂ιѕℓιкєѕ ;;
-> Depression. -> Being alone or isolated. -> Being inside for too long.

Sage does not like being affected by either of her disorders. She also doesn't like being provoked with it. I would advise you not to tease her if you like your face.

∂ιѕєαѕєѕ / ∂ιѕσя∂єяѕ ;; Sage has claustrophobia, meaning she has a large fear of tight spaces. Leave her in a small room for too long, she starts to get edgy. On top of that, she's also an albino, if you haven't noticed already. Being albino can happen to any vertebrae, it isn't limited to humans.

And the sun will set for you
The sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

ƒαмιℓу ;; Really? Truthfully? She doesn't know.
ƒяιєη∂ѕ ;; She's not very social.
єηємιєѕ ;; No one notable or solitary.

And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

[Nightra]

((Can I reserve a Female Hellspawn?))

[johnsum.]

{{ @ Rivkah: I'll get up your character in a moment to the list.
@ Nightra: Okay ^.^ }}

[paradox.]

"How long has it been since I've tumbled through the rabbits hole? How long will it be till I get out?"

"Well this calls for a toast so pour the champagne."
-PANIC! At the Disco I write Sins not Tragedies

I'll try to keep this as short as possible because I'm only going to tell you the basics and really I don't find anything there that interesting. They call me Jillian Larson. If you want my middle name ask my guardians because really who cares about middle names? If you know me you know I wouldn't protest to nicknames. If you haven't noticed I'm a girl. My real age is 3298 years old which is pretty young for someone of my breed though to the humans I pretty much look like I'm 17. Wouldn't they be surprised by that little tidbit of info? The birthday they assigned me with is May 29 so yeah it already passed. No need to get presents though they are much appreciated.

I'm a nightmare, a disaster/ That's what they always said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero/ but I'll make it on my own
Me Against the World- Simple Plan

What I am is a little harder to articulate. My species is called doppelgangers. Yeah you've probably heard of us. Doppelgangers are usually called doubles of people. Bad omens that are extremely dangerous to see. You've pretty much only got half the story. My powers are to be able to impersonate a person kind of like a shape-shifter yes but that's only a part of my power. I can also enter dreams. This seems to make us all the more dangerous no? Playing with your psyche and freaking you out. My job though is more like eating dreams. Have you heard of a boku? If not look it up. I can eat your nightmares away but it does come with a price. You get good luck and no nightmares but in exchange every time I will get a little bit of your lifeline. A day or two depending on how bad your dreams are. This is where the whole "bad omen" thing comes in. You will always forget when you see a doppelganger the first time but we will continue to visit you when you have nightmares and make that deal for us to enter and eat it. If people have so many nightmares that their lifespan has shortened considerably well you will see us before you die because thats just it. We've taken your whole lifespan because we've eaten all your dreams. Just a small warning. The only problem is that I can only impersonate someone for maybe half an hour. My powers pretty weak so I kinda need to train it a bit more and I can only devour weak nightmares.

TL;DR: Jillian is a Doppelganger with boku properties as well and a few things I've added to make it kind of fun.

Manage me, I'm a mess. Turn a page, I'm a book half unread
Weightless - All Time Low

Jillian is far from short, standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 129 pounds. She stands tall and proud, kept with good posture and with an ever present smirk that screams "come at me bro" on her lips. You can tell from a glance that she is not someone you want to mess with. She is quite filled out thanks to her ever present junk food but not filled out enough to call her chubby. She has a swimmers body and is proud of it.
Her hair is a dark brown color that nearly looks black but if shone in the light you could clearly tell that it was brown. It falls straight down her, reaching up to mid-back. She also has side bangs that usually cover up one of her eyes. Her eyes are another interesting topic as she has sectoral heterochromia. This means that her eyes have 2 colors in them instead of most peoples usual one. Her eyes are a deep and dark green color but also contain brown coloring in them.

One night and one more time
thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great
-Thnks fr th mmrs - Fall Out Boy

Jillian's most noticeable trait is probably her sarcastic nature. She uses it like a shield, deflecting questions she doesn't want to answer or just doing it to mess with your mind. She has been shown to be quite stubborn when certain subjects are breached such as her personal life. She has a somewhat cynical view on the world, believing humans are ignorant to the world around them and greedy. Though she is cynical, however, she does not like the thought of killing all the humans since their world does indeed interest her. She is also extremely competitive. The thought of losing irks her to no end and thus she is also a bit of a perfectionist.
Jillian does have her good traits though. If she deems that you aren't an idiot and worthy of her time (her way of saying you are really her friend) then she would be loyal to you and help you out if you need it. If you mess with what she deems as hers she will hurt you in some way as she is slightly overprotective and a bit aggressive. Jillian often tries to keep a calm head on her though, preferring to hang back and watch a scene unfold than to interfere in it herself because where would the fun be in that?
She has a fond liking of Lovecraftian horrors. She doesn't know why, just that reading it is interesting. Though she isn't into music that much if asked she will instantly say her favorite type would be pop-punk. Her favorite food is junk food. Any and all kinds of junk food from chips to churros. If her "mom"
doesn't make a home cooked meal she is always okay with eating pizza or ordering boxes of chinese food to snack on.
What she dislikes could go on forever but in terms of music she really dislikes boy bands and music where people scream the lyrics because its more of yelling the entire song out than singing. In terms of food she generally dislikes European food as a whole except for Italian or French. She dislikes losing because this is when her competitive streak shows as she starts to shout that her team is a bunch of moronic noobs who can't play right.

All this time we were waiting for each other
All this time I was waiting for you
All this Time- One Republic

If you want my real parents go to hell. No seriously. You have to go there to visit them. Haven't talked to them in 3 centuries though so don't know how much they'd warm up to someone asking about me. My human "parents" or guardians are a sweet couple who couldn't have children. Yipee they adopted hellspawn as a child.
If you want to know about my romantic relationships I'd probably be laughing. No I am not dating anyone at the moment, supernatural or otherwise. I have made "friends" if you could call them that considering I really truthfully think they are a bunch of idiots. Of course I've made enemies over the years. Who doesn't? I usually handle some of them though with a bit of powers. You know. Shapeshifting into them. Maybe causing some trouble. Anyways yeah I don't really keep many close friends around. Only if I find them useful.