[koegami]

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· Times all it takes
» history
» a snipers view
· Forging a country
» theme song
» songs

[chaton,]

Marking. Is the Art a requirement, and does it count if we've ordered it from someone else?

[Chimericect]

Casually marks and reserves with the name uranium

[azemyc]

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hexes;
#1C1C14
#2D2F21
#131210
#070300
    #73C33E

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If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

• ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ •

Username:
Wyrd
Owner of four other simas, and looking for others that I have a connection with.
Partnering with tiidye's form

Sima's Name:
Cyanide
There isn't a more fitting name for a toxic based sima.

Gender:
Female

• ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ •

Relationship to brother/Sister:

Cyanide is that over bearing sister that everyone dreads having. She won't stand for her brother occasional antics, and will often just shake her head at him when he tries talking to her. Despite this tension, Cyanide would never let anything happen to her brother. She's just as over-protective and defensive of her brother as she is occasionally annoyed by him.
There isn't too much a rivalry between the two of them, as Cyanide won't bother even arguing with him, believing herself to be above him, only just slightly. The older of the twins by a few hours, Cyanide does consider herself to be the older sibling, and thus, a sort of dark guardian for her brother. She won't easily back down from a fight against one of her brother's enemies, and they often won't even show up for a fight against her.

• ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ •

Personality:
-guarded, merciful, pretend, indifferent, sarcastic mask-


Cyanide is a quiet, passive-aggressive sima. She tends to fight with silence, taking her time to formulate a plan of revenge or pay-back. She's not one for violent fist-fights, but can be just as effective as her brother in some cases. Not talking often led to Cyanide becoming highly guarded, and often refusing invites out for dates or dances, or anything really. Even with her deadly outside, Cyanide is much more merciful than her namesake, and will simply walk away from a fight in the middle of it, simply because she's either felt she's done enough, or doesn't want to do too much for the other sima's sake.

This outside shell, however, can change in an instant. Cyanide adapts to her surroundings and the situations she's in, often changing masks to gain an upper hand in a situation. She can be sly one second, and submissive the next, to being stubborn and rash. Most would call her unstable, but Cyanide knows what she's doing, and how to control others.

Indifferent to the troubles of anyone who's not her family, Cyanide will simply walk by those in trouble, or in danger. She may even ignore someone completely, just because she doesn't feel the urge to help them as she would with someone she cared about.

• ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ •

Art:
-wip-

• ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ •

Cyanide does have her favorite songs, but one song that she appreciates and listens to the most and is also the most fitting for her would be Eyes On Fire; the remix. Another song she's pretty much addicted to would be Recovery; by James Arthur. Both songs fit her in two ways, and each fits her separate sides.

Eyes on Fire is her aggressive side, the side won't back down from anything or anyone. She'll go to any length to protect and watch over her brother and anyone she cares about, and will do anything for revenge or to get even with someone.

Recovery is about her attempt to become a better being. It's also about her struggle with her two sides, and knowing that she's changing and needs to 'break down' her own walls that she's put up for her own protection.

First Entry;

My brother came home today, beaten and bruised as always. I know what he does, the fighting. He doesn't seem to think that I care as much as I do. Seeing him come home like that, it makes me want to go give the others the same treatment that they gave him. I know it's just a game, a competition. It's fun for them. He doesn't understand that it's utterly pointless. It's just... Hnngg Not worth his time, or his injuries. And it's not worth my time patching him up like some over-worn bloody rug. It's not.

Second Entry;

He came home. Again with the bruises and bloody mouth and all that stuff. I finally told him that it needed to stop, he was hurting himself in ways that I wasn't going to be able to fix soon. He only shook his head and passed it off. His injuries on the outside, they aren't the only injuries that he has. They aren't the only type of injuries we have. I only wish he would understand that. I only wish there was something that I could do to help him.

Third Entry;

This time, I followed him. I followed him to the fighting Club, dressed in all black from head to toe, with a black mask on my face. I couldn't risk him discovering that his black shadow wasn't his own, but his sister, finally going to fix the issue. Following after him, I knew I never would have been able to find the club on my own, and it wasn't until I was inside the seemingly abandoned building that I heard the booms of the shouts coming from deeper down. I snuck off from my brother, darting behind a concrete column as I saw the fighting ring. I waited a few rounds out, and Louis won every round with ease. Slight annoyance filled me at that time, and I wasn't sure how he was getting so damaged from the fighting. It wasn't until the second to last round that his opponent did some severe damage, bringing me out from the shadows of the pillar. Louis was standing alone, having won the round, and the runner of the contest was looking for another opponent. Several dead seconds passed, before my hand rose. My brother was going to learn the hard way what it was to actually fight someone who had a reason to fight.

Fourth Entry;

This time, no one came, and no one left. It was just Louis and I, holding ice packs to our various bruises and cuts. It was an uneasy tension, the one that you're afraid to break, because you're not sure if it'll ever be silent again. So we sat, half grinning, half glaring at each other as we nursed our injuries in the silence. It took a moment, but Louis finally spoke up, complimenting my fighting style. I responded with a similar compliment, and despite the fact that the winner of our little spat at the club was unknown, since he had forfeited after my mask had been pulled off by the ref after a few rounds, we seemed to be closer than before. Well, of course we were, who doesn't feel closer to someone who was also holding a meat slab and an ice pack to their eyes in exchange. We both looked and felt ridiculous, and we knew it.

[kittywolfwarrior]

Username:Name:Gender:Relationship to brother/Sister:Personality:Art:Extra(2x):

[RottenMilk]

ending may 8

[RottenMilk]

ending in an hour to judge

[azemyc]

Good luck everyone! nwn

[RottenMilk]

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hexes;
#1C1C14
#2D2F21
#131210
#070300
    #73C33E

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If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?

• ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ •

Username:
Wyrd
Owner of four other simas, and looking for others that I have a connection with.
Partnering with tiidye's form

Sima's Name:
Cyanide
There isn't a more fitting name for a toxic based sima.

Gender:
Female

• ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ •

Relationship to brother/Sister:

Cyanide is that over bearing sister that everyone dreads having. She won't stand for her brother occasional antics, and will often just shake her head at him when he tries talking to her. Despite this tension, Cyanide would never let anything happen to her brother. She's just as over-protective and defensive of her brother as she is occasionally annoyed by him.
There isn't too much a rivalry between the two of them, as Cyanide won't bother even arguing with him, believing herself to be above him, only just slightly. The older of the twins by a few hours, Cyanide does consider herself to be the older sibling, and thus, a sort of dark guardian for her brother. She won't easily back down from a fight against one of her brother's enemies, and they often won't even show up for a fight against her.

• ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ •

Personality:
-guarded, merciful, pretend, indifferent, sarcastic mask-


Cyanide is a quiet, passive-aggressive sima. She tends to fight with silence, taking her time to formulate a plan of revenge or pay-back. She's not one for violent fist-fights, but can be just as effective as her brother in some cases. Not talking often led to Cyanide becoming highly guarded, and often refusing invites out for dates or dances, or anything really. Even with her deadly outside, Cyanide is much more merciful than her namesake, and will simply walk away from a fight in the middle of it, simply because she's either felt she's done enough, or doesn't want to do too much for the other sima's sake.

This outside shell, however, can change in an instant. Cyanide adapts to her surroundings and the situations she's in, often changing masks to gain an upper hand in a situation. She can be sly one second, and submissive the next, to being stubborn and rash. Most would call her unstable, but Cyanide knows what she's doing, and how to control others.

Indifferent to the troubles of anyone who's not her family, Cyanide will simply walk by those in trouble, or in danger. She may even ignore someone completely, just because she doesn't feel the urge to help them as she would with someone she cared about.

• ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ •

Art:
-wip-

• ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ • ████ •

Cyanide does have her favorite songs, but one song that she appreciates and listens to the most and is also the most fitting for her would be Eyes On Fire; the remix. Another song she's pretty much addicted to would be Recovery; by James Arthur. Both songs fit her in two ways, and each fits her separate sides.

Eyes on Fire is her aggressive side, the side won't back down from anything or anyone. She'll go to any length to protect and watch over her brother and anyone she cares about, and will do anything for revenge or to get even with someone.

Recovery is about her attempt to become a better being. It's also about her struggle with her two sides, and knowing that she's changing and needs to 'break down' her own walls that she's put up for her own protection.

First Entry;

My brother came home today, beaten and bruised as always. I know what he does, the fighting. He doesn't seem to think that I care as much as I do. Seeing him come home like that, it makes me want to go give the others the same treatment that they gave him. I know it's just a game, a competition. It's fun for them. He doesn't understand that it's utterly pointless. It's just... Hnngg Not worth his time, or his injuries. And it's not worth my time patching him up like some over-worn bloody rug. It's not.

Second Entry;

He came home. Again with the bruises and bloody mouth and all that stuff. I finally told him that it needed to stop, he was hurting himself in ways that I wasn't going to be able to fix soon. He only shook his head and passed it off. His injuries on the outside, they aren't the only injuries that he has. They aren't the only type of injuries we have. I only wish he would understand that. I only wish there was something that I could do to help him.

Third Entry;

This time, I followed him. I followed him to the fighting Club, dressed in all black from head to toe, with a black mask on my face. I couldn't risk him discovering that his black shadow wasn't his own, but his sister, finally going to fix the issue. Following after him, I knew I never would have been able to find the club on my own, and it wasn't until I was inside the seemingly abandoned building that I heard the booms of the shouts coming from deeper down. I snuck off from my brother, darting behind a concrete column as I saw the fighting ring. I waited a few rounds out, and Louis won every round with ease. Slight annoyance filled me at that time, and I wasn't sure how he was getting so damaged from the fighting. It wasn't until the second to last round that his opponent did some severe damage, bringing me out from the shadows of the pillar. Louis was standing alone, having won the round, and the runner of the contest was looking for another opponent. Several dead seconds passed, before my hand rose. My brother was going to learn the hard way what it was to actually fight someone who had a reason to fight.

Fourth Entry;

This time, no one came, and no one left. It was just Louis and I, holding ice packs to our various bruises and cuts. It was an uneasy tension, the one that you're afraid to break, because you're not sure if it'll ever be silent again. So we sat, half grinning, half glaring at each other as we nursed our injuries in the silence. It took a moment, but Louis finally spoke up, complimenting my fighting style. I responded with a similar compliment, and despite the fact that the winner of our little spat at the club was unknown, since he had forfeited after my mask had been pulled off by the ref after a few rounds, we seemed to be closer than before. Well, of course we were, who doesn't feel closer to someone who was also holding a meat slab and an ice pack to their eyes in exchange. We both looked and felt ridiculous, and we knew it.

I must say this was a great birthday pressent for my self to judge my Hyena Sima babies and I happy to see them go to a person who has made this girl perfect at any angle. The music is tied perfectly to her in every way
So thank you Wyrd I hope you will enjoy your new girl and work with tiiedye's Louis

[azemyc]

;D;

Thank you Silver! I'll take care of her, don't worry. nwn