x.bittersweet.x 1x1with Khefri-Sun&&Drocell

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♪♫♪♫♪♫When the time comes that you want to end your life, you'll have no doubt written a suicide note. Take the note and a pair of scissors, and cut away at it until you get somethign that resembles a key. Take the key, and go to a door. Any door will do. Now, push the key forwards as if into an invisible lock, and turn the key. The lock is real. Now, open the door and enter into the new world you have found. But be warned; this world is far different to our own...
And yet, nobody seems to listen. Nobody understands just how different this other world is. And when they find out...? Well, not everyone is best pleased wth the discovery...
But all the residents are bound here to this earth, by an inivisible force that keeps them stuch there, no way of escaping.
Those monsters you see in your nightmares? They're real, too. Not in your world, but here in ours. They all exist, and it's you that brings them here, into this town known only as 'X'. The signposts which mark the town are scratched out and blood splattered. They are far too messed up to even read.
And yet, the most feared thing of all here is not the monsters, not the darkness, not the shadows... but it is infact one of it's residents; a young girl known only as 'Mist'. Mist seldom speaks, and none have ever heard her voice. Some people believe Mist is mute, and others believe that she uses ventriloquism. But there is one thing that we can all agree on... There is something dark and mysterious about Mist, and the puppet she lugs around which is known as Crow.
But what could it be about the girl who communicates through her puppet?
When her shadow is cast across the wall, it is not her shadow at all. Instead it is the shadow of a three headed dark beast. What are those things known as...?
The Bitter Ones.♪♫♪♫♪♫

So, where is this set?
This story is set in the alternate world known only as 'X'. It is a dark place, far, far different from our own world. The monsters that haunt it were brought here by the residents. They are the creatures of nightmares, ones which, had you not thought of them, would never even be here. In this place, you don't age. You stay at the same age you were when you entered. You are linked here, unable to move from this terrible earth... And up int he real world? You never existed.
Yes, that's right. you never existed.
It was all just a dream. Nobody up there remembers you, nobody up there known who you are. Heck, you were never even there in the first place...

Welcome to X.

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::FORM::

Now now, do not worry my dear friends. We just need to know a little about you before we let you in... Nothing personal or anything, we just need records. Now don't forget, we can quite easily kick you out of here, so stay in line... Fields marked with an asterix ( * ) are optional.

Full name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
History:
Appearance:
Anything else we should know?

Wonderful... But before you depart, there is someone you should know about... She rules this place with her dark powers. Stay in linr, otherwise you'll have to deal with her, and the Bitter Ones...

Name: _____ (Unknown, reffered to as Mist)

Age: She is believed to be about 16 years of true age, though she has been here in X for thousands of years by now...

Gender: Female, that is known for sure.

Personality: Mist has none. But her puppet, Crow, on the other hand...? He's cruel and sadistic, very possessive, and very powerful. I suggest you stay out of their way unless it is nessacarry that you speak with them. But even so, Mist will not speak, so prepare for Crow's wisecracks...

Appearance: Mist has pale skin, almost as white as is possible. Her hair is black and layered, covering most of her face though she looks down alot. Her hair goes down to her mid-back. She simply wears a black dress, one which ti seems she wore alot in the real world... Crow on the other hand...? Well, he's unexplainable, I shall have to let you see him for yourself. I warn you though, do not gaze into his eyes,. for he gazes into your very soul.

Other: Mist has dark powers which you must now know of just yet. She is protected by The Bitter Ones.


Crow needs no explanation; He's a very evil puppet with a sick mind who also happens to have a human form which he uses from time to time. It would be best not to reckon with him. He created X.
Now, off you go my dear friend, into the world of X.


Full name: Drocell Keinz

Age: Unknown, believed to be early 20's

Gender: Male

Personality: Drocell may origionally come off as a cruel man with sadistic tendencies. However, that is not true. It has been revealed to Mist, and Crow, that upon entering X, his soul was stolen by a demon.
However, after his body was reanimated, he became very loyal to who he sees as his master, Crow. He would do anything that Crow orders him to, no matter what the cost of that may be.
Drocell rarely shows emotion, as he never understands when he feels it. Something he never shows is pain, as it seems to most that he cannot feel it.
He seems unaware that his body has been reanimated with a temporary soul and stuffed with straw. He is also unaware that he is no longer actually alive, and tries to mitigate by reasoning things out.
He has a tendency to describe people as the materials he would use to make them into a doll.

History: All Drocell knows of his life away from X is that he was a puppeteer for the Mandalay family. However, he learned that the Duke who was his boss had killed himself.
Drocell had never had a real family, and the death of the Duke was soon followed by that of the others in the family. Theyw ere the closest things he had ever had, and so he decided to follow them.
He thought they may have gone to X but, upon arrival, he found out that they hadn't.
He has since forgotten about the Mandalay family.

Appearance: Drocell's skin is pale and unflawed. It is not white, simply a pale peach colour. His face is well proportioned and as the rest of his body, seems to have no flaws, almost like a doll.
His eyes are a dull and lifeless lavender colour, seeming shadowed under the dark cast by the rim of his hat. On the top eyelid, is a lilac colour, though it is not makeup and will not come off. It seems painted on and, at the bottom of his eyes, it fades into a dark blue. On his right cheekbone is the Fluer de Lise in blue. Once again, it seems painted.
His hair is orange, going above his eyes in a slightly choppy way. They extend into long side parts that go to just above his chin level. The rest of his hair is about the same length, and seems slightly choppy.
He wears a black top-hat with a red ribbon tied around it, two raven feathers atatched also.
His jacket is a royal blue, with fastenings that are golden, a red rim running around it. Ithas tails at the back. it is much like that of a circus ring leader. Underneath is a white dress shirt.
He wears black pants that show his black and white striped socks. His shoes are also like that of a ring-leader, going to a few inches below his knee, and a polished black colour.

Anything else we should know?: Drocell is a living doll.


Full name: Grell Sutcliff

Age: Unknown, believed to be early 20's by appearance though he will never tell anyone his age, since he's lived for so many hundreds of years.

Gender: Male, though he reffers to himself as female.

Personality: Grell, in the human world, appears to be a meek and shy man who is akward and fairly inefficient as his cover as a butler, ruining even simple things like making tea and driving a carriage. However, that is all a disguise meant to keep him out of suspicions from those not worthy of seeing his true form.
He is really an over the top flamboyant man, with a tendency to use female nouns when describing himself. He ofte puts things into the context of theatre, reffering to his infatuations as Romeo and Juliet and the likes. He often gets infatuated with random males and will not take no for an answer until he gets what he wants. Infact, he will often eliminate any competition for those males by giving the competition in question a chance encounter with his chainsaw.
Grell's favourite colour is red and, whilst int he human world, he will paint women whom he deems ugly with their pretty red blood. He was the source of the Jack the Ripper murders. He states that regular women are not fit to wear the colour red.
Grell often empathises with woman unable to have children of their own, as he too wishes that he could give birth, but is unable to since he is a man.
He has two distinct personalities; Most of the time he is cheerful, if somewhat sadistic, with a playful flirtatious quality, and is usually seen whining about how unfair certain things are or flirting with those he deems attractive.
However, at any given time, he can switch to a frightening and bloodthirsty persona who will do anythign for the desired results.
He seems apathetic that those he finds attractive often don't return his affections, and continues to flirt anyway.

History: Grell was once under a butler cover for a human named Angelina Durless (Madam Red). He did this because he empathised with her being unable to have a child.
When she started the Jack the Ripper murders, he followed her around and assisted her with them. However, after she refused to kill a certain person, Grell lost interest in her and killed her with his beloved death-scythe. He claimed he had no use for her if she was just another woman.
His reason for coming to X was a silly one; he became frustrated with the lack of attractive men in the real world. Since he is a Reaper and therefor unable to die, he simply fashioned a key and after a long while of failed attempts, he finally figured out how to come to X without completely following instructions.
He now works as a Reaper for Crow.

Appearance: Grell initially appears as a meek looking man with long brown hair, tied back with a red ribbon, golden yellowish green eyes like most Reapers, and round glasses. He dresses in simple, mostly brown clothes to match his seemingly shy personality.
However, this is not his true appearance.
In his Reaper form, he has long red hair, golden yellowish green eyes, false eyelashes, shark-like teeth, and red-framed glasses, which are accessorized with a neck chain adorned with skulls. He also wears a suit like other Shinigami that includes gloves and a tie, high-heeled ankle boots, and a red coat he took from Angelina's corpse, which he slings off his shoulders and wears around his elbows. Occasionally, his tie is replaced with a red-striped bow. He is slender and 5'6" tall.

Anything else we should know?: He is a Reaper. He also has no romantic interest in girls. Infact, if a girl even tried to kiss him, he'd probably let her 'kiss' his chainsaw instead.

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Full name: Melrose Junip
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Melrose is a morose, and shy individual. She views the world through cynical, conniving, and almost hateful lenses. She hates most people, unless she can see some of the same dark qualities she has. She rarely speaks, and has been known to not speak for even months at a time. Of course, when she needs to speak she will especially if it is to her advantage. {Meh, personality is fail so far will add as we go on. Hope you don't mind D:}
History: Melrose was raised by an alcoholic mother. "Caring" and "affection" were not things that Melrose ever learned in her life. Very early on, Melrose learned such bad habits such as cutting, drugs, and many more things that teenagers often fall into. The day she found out about the world of X was the day she gladly faded from this world into that one, where she could be with others of her same dark nature.
Appearance: Melrose has blond, blond hair. It's almost the color of dried wheat. It's very long reaching past her waist. She also has very pale skin with a light spackling of very light brown speckles on her arms and nose. She has huge light brown eyes framed by almost reddish eyelashes. Despite, her behaviour and her upbringing Melrose is a very cheerful and pretty individual. One wouldn't know all the dark secrets she knows and has by looking at her. Her smile is very pretty and her teeth are white and perfectly straight.
Anything else we should know? A new character, just made, xD


Name: مروارید Morvarid Edge.
Age: 27.
Gender: Female.
Appearance: Click. (All credit goes to photographer.)
The best two words to describe Morvarid would be small and dark. She stands at about 5' feet tall and has black hair with faded red streaks that seem to be growing out. Before she came to Comforting Pines she always wore black fingernail polish, now though she has just taken to drawing on them with sharpie. Morvarid has electric blue eyes, perhaps the only thing about her that isn't dark. Usually she hides her eyes under her extremely long bangs. The rest of her hair is cut very short and is usually a great mess.
Morvarid's nose is a bit large and hooked. As for Morvarid's ehm, female assets she really has none to speak of. She usually wears a sports bra to give that area a little more..bounce. Morvarid also sports a variety of piercings. She figures since people already judge her because of her looks why not go all out? She has a ring nose piercing, eight ear piercings, and snake bites. She often plays with her snake bites which can look a bit disgusting at times. Morvarid is by no means pretty, but she does have the most beautiful dark brown skin. Despite her lack of hygiene, her skin never breaks out and always looks absolutely flawless.
Last of all, Morvarid loves clothes. She will wear the most ridiculous outifts from day to day. Great big floppy hats, shoes too large for her, skirts that are tattered and often trail behind her, huge sunglasses, and shirts that are either way too small or way too big. Morvarid hates and refuses to wear shoes. If anyone tries to force her into them she will wait until they leave then burn them. Lastly, Morvarid can never be seen without her choker necklace. This necklace is made completely of black pearls and is quite possibly the only valuable thing the girl has ever known. Besides her necklace her three other favorite pieces of jewelry are her spiked bracelet, spiked collar, and her tiger tooth necklace.
Personality: Morvarid is best described personality wise as sullen and stubborn. She speaks with slight foreign accent and will go crazy if anyone makes fun of it. Most of the time, Morvarid does not enjoy speaking unless she senses a situation turning against her. Morvarid does not "make friends". She's far too selfish. Morvarid does have her few good qualities though. Her very few good qualities. Morvarid will never lie. She can twist your words however which way and will twist her own, but she will never all out lie. Also, Morvarid is by no means cowardly(merely shrewd). She usually has a quick wit and enjoys talking her way out of danger. If that doesn't work, she just runs and hides. She has a very particular way of finding the most unlikely places to hide. Finally, the last thing one needs to know about Morvarid is her insane fascination with blood and fire.
History: Morvarid was born in Iran. Her name is actually ancient Persian for "pearl." For about ten years of her life she lived in Iran. It was a beautiful wondrous time for the young girl. She was a happy, normal child. Until the day that her mother was killed, by marauders. Morvarid doesn't remember much about that day. She's probably suppressed most of it. All she knows is that was the day her happy life changed forever. Her father took Morvarid away from Iran to America where he wasted away and drank. He would mutter to himself all about the "Shadowless" and how they must run. The next few years of Morvarid's life would be quite frankly a living hell. In school, she was made fun of because of her accent and Arab looks. People called her father a terrorist, a drunkard, useless. People called her useless.
After awhile, when the girl found no help from her father she started to rebel. She began to acquire piercings and tried to make herself look as tough as possible so people would stop picking on her. It wasn't easy for Morvarid to look tough due to her size but eventually people started to ignore her. Well, most people ignored her. There were those who would torment the poor girl asking her many cruel questions. It was one such boy that was the reason for Morvarid's introduction to mental institutes. To make a long story short, she set his house on fire. She told her psychologists she was trying to save him, but it did no good. She was sent to St. Margaret's School for Troubled Young Ladies. There she stayed causing all sorts or trouble(setting bushes on fire, drinking her own blood, once she even set a cat's tail on fire), so that release from the institute when she turned twenty was not even an option. She bounced from facility to facility until finally she ended up entering the world of X.

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((I'm going to start this off with Drocell:3 I'll add Mist and Crow in at some point<3))

"London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down,
Falling down.
London bridge is falling down,
My fair lady..."

A voice echoed through the darkness and down the quiet streets, filled only with the whisper and murmur of the residents who hid from the Nightmares roaming around, dragging their deformed bodies down the streets of this hellish place. They terrfied others without meaning to, without attatcking, without approaching.

"Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay,
Wood and clay.
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady..."

The voice continued. The residents who had been here for so long all knew better than to follow it. They were too scared, they wouldn't dare, even if the voice meant them no harm.
The eeriee melody of a music box with the same tune as the voice lead the way down the streets. It was an intruiging sound, and it had an odd way of luring curious or daring people down the alleyways and to the building that the sound came from.

"Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away,
Wash away.
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair lady..."

The shop had a warm and welcoming light coming form inside it, illuminating the darkness around it. In the window, dolls could be seen. They were sat on the sill, chairs, shelves, all staring out of the window and around the room lifelessly.
They were so delicately crafted, so real looking. It was like real little girls were sat there in that store, staring into the darkness of the alleys.
They were beautiful.

Inside the shop, unseen from the window, was the figure of a man. He had his back to the world outside, staring down at the work table as he fitted the pieces together of a new doll. His face was emotionless, his voice monotone. He was dressed oddly, but in a wonderful way. He looked almost like the ringleader of a circus.
Adjusting the hat atop of his orange hair, he stopped his monotone melody.
His eyes were a violet colour, dull and lifeless. Above his eye was a liliac-pink, underneath fading to a dark blue. On his right cheek bone was the blue fluer de lise.

A quaint little shop. Eeriee, intruiging, both welcoming and repelling.

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Morvarid was at the edge. Which was funny to the morbid, overly depressed girl, since her last name was Edge. She laughed maniacally as she played with scissors dangerously on her fingertips. Morvarid whispered to herself a strange, sour melody, that seemed to fill the room with a terrible sense of dread that stuck like syrup to the air.

"Morvarid Edge, Morvarid Edge, sitting on her bed,
Dreadfully anticipating the end..."

It would repeat and repeat the syncopated rhythm haunting and eerie. In each line, Morvarid would cut a line across her flesh, just small cuts barely drawing blood. She would take time to giggle each time as her arm slowly became more and more crimson. Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore she drew one long line straight down upon her arm. As the blood flowed, and Morvarid started to feel it drain from her head, she absentmindedly cut out a key from her driver's license.

As she played with the key, her fingers coating it with blood. Suddenly, some type of doorway opened up. Lazily, Morvarid tilted her head toward it. Her head had been hanging off her rickety, broken down cot of a bed. Drowsily, she stared at the door and then at the key in her hand. She lifted herself from her bed and slowly made her way to the door. With a click flick of her wrist, and a twist of the knob, the door was open and she was inside with barely a backward glance.

She entered the strange "World Through the Door" and the first thing she heard was music, not unlike her own. Mindlessly the girl followed it, not even noticing the wounds on her arm were no longer bleeding and were now scarred over...

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The alleyways thinned into trails of darkness, looping in and out, in and out, in and out... A maze of alleys that seemed to be lead by the eeriee tune that played until finally the darkness was pierced by a single light, shining in through the window of the eeriee and odd doll shoppe'.

As Movarid finally reached the shop, the music box stopped playing its eeriee melody at the very same moment that the man had stopped singing his tune.
A bell jingled lightly as the door opened, pushing on the bell that hung there. Dolls were neatly placed aroudn the shop, hundreds of tiny, realistic eyes staring down on the girl who had enetered, as though she had disturbed the peace. There was never any peace here, though the dolls knew no different.
The music box stopped playing, as if by magic.
The man had heard the bell tinkle, heard the voice, but he didn't respond just yet, too busy with finishing off this task he was doing.

The shop was eerily silent, for the most part. The only sounds were the slight clicks that came from the pieces the... Well, lets call him a man for now, was fitting together. he did so with ease, as he had been doing this his whole life. His clothes didn't have a single crinkle in them, not a single speck of dust on his hands. he worked rythmically, carefully. He didn't wish to break the delicate figure he held, didn't wish to inflict any damage upon her body.
He treated her much like a real child, delicate, soft, innocent. She looked just like one, too.
Finally, he picked up the doll in his hands, her perfect brown curls tracing her angel face lightly. He slowly turned, and walked past the female who had entered his shop, stopping before a shelf.
"...It seems we have a visitor." He spoke to the doll in a monotone voice, before reaching up and gently placing her on a gap on the shelf, between two equally beatiful dolls.
Only then did he turn to face the young girl that had entered his shop.
His expression held no emotion, that look never changing. "Hello." he spoke. His voice was emotionless, but yet somehow soft at the same time. He noticed her looking at the dolls that were carefully placed around the room.
"Do you like them? You can have one if you want." He spoke, his voice monotonous, his gaze expressionless. His movements were slightly jerked, unnatural.

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((Bump to let you know I added another character:3))

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((Bump to let you know I added another character:3))

[He scares me...xD Umm, sorry for my lateness yet again! D': This week is like the last few weeks of school, so I'm trying to get my essays all out of the way, so maybe I'll have time to type up a reply. :3]

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((It's ok!:3 And yes, he should scare you x3 I love him though, he's everybody's favourite gender confused psycho :3 probabaly the only gender confused psycho xD))

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[Just a small pet peeve of mine, I feel like you kinda roleplayed my character for me(if my character was the one you were talking about entering the shop o_O) I know I didn't leave you much to work with but I promise I'll add more meat to my post this time, ^^]

Morvarid had been drawn, inexplicably to this land. Her short hair seemed to whisper in her ears as her quick, jerky steps caused a slight breeze to blow past her. Even though she was moving quickly, she seemed to be just an aimless animal sniffing at the air drowsily. Nervously, the girl ran her hands over her lower arms pausing as she realized she was no longer bleeding. With a flick of her unruly hair out of her eyes, Morvarid dismissed the thought and continued to follow the sound of the singing. The streets were so abandoned and eerie. No one seemed to be out and about even though the hour wasn't as late as the darkness suggested. Not that Morvarid was really a great judge of that. She rarely even notices what clothes she wears sometimes.

As she walked, and walked the girl finally came to a alley with a store inside. The music had stopped, so Morvarid could not be sure if this was the place that she had heard it coming from. Not even caring to wonder how the music had carried so far, Morvarid approached the store her steps less jerky and her pace slower. Her delicate hand opened the door and she walked into to be greeted by a sight that would send shivers down most people's spine. Dolls were everywhere. It looked as if there wasn't any part of the little store that wasn't covered in them. Their cold, uncaring eyes seemed to stare at the uncaring young woman, as she entered in boldly. A voice quickly spoke to her,

"Hello. Do you like them? You can have one if you want."

Morvarid stared at the man in front of her. He was an odd, almost patched together creature, one that wasn't easy for her to tell exactly what he was. He almost had the same qualities of the dolls he possessed, a certain pristine air that made his very presence unnatural. Morvarid walked deeper into the shop examining the dolls, but never touching them. She was almost ignoring the question the man had asked her, but finally after she had processed it all she spoke.

"What is this place?"

Her tone made it hard to tell if she meant the shop, or the world she had unwittingly gone to. Her eyes were large, but not in the way of innocence. More in the way a child in a horror movie might stare at someone. She had been like that in the human world, and there her creepy aura had made her the object of many people's disgust and disliking. Here, though, in this strange world it wasn't like she was any creepier than the next person...