[snil]

mark!!

[néktar]

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username, néktar------------
name, zerø "ż, the static"------------
gender, male (♂)------------

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personality, [ 255 ]
ż is more of the calm and quiet type, he doesn't often speak or like to speak. which often freaks others out.
he doesn't like socializing much either, often keeping to himself. when in a crowd he'll often sit in the corn
er or get as far away from some everyone as he could. he's often called a spoil sport as he doesn't enjoy goi
ng out. though he is a rather good listener, he listens to understand others and doesn't judge though he can
be honest to a fault sometimes. though he means well he just can't tell a lie no matter how hard he tries. h
e does enjoy reading a good book or going out on cloudy rainy days, he finds peace in the loud noise of
thunder and smiles at the lighting. he is rather soft despite his scary out look, he has a soft spot for animal
s. but he is rather colorless, not one to express emotions to others or around others. he tends to shield
himself from others judging eyes. he does not trust many and refuses to give his trust to just anyone. when
approached by anyone he is often clumsy with his words or just ignores them completely, coming off as rud
e or hearless though he just does not enjoy speaking. ż is very gentle when it comes to actually communica
ting, also very caring in his real nature that he shows seldom. zero means well though is often only seen as
scary.

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ghost?, [ 452 ]
there was a t.v. that is the last thing i can remember. it was loud and static, it was too loud for my ear, it hurt to list
en to. i wanted it off, i didn't want to hear any more. i was tired, it was late. i couldn't see correctly as i walked over
to it. i tried so hard to find the remote to turn it off, i remember glancing at the clock on the wall. 2:50 am it re
ad. i looked harder, the old folk tales from the mother repeated in my head as i fumbled around in the dark. 3 am wa
s witching hour, the time your body is most vulnerable and the most paranormal hour of the night. i felt my heart spe
ed up when i couldn't find the remote. the t.v. just kept getting louder in my ears, it was ringing, too loud to stand it.
i ran over tripping over my own feet to pull out the plug in the wall. i managed to untangle myself in my mass of legs
and yank out the cord. the static ceased.. at least i though it did. before i knew it, the t.v. was back on and louder n
ow. i walked over in astonishment and horror to gaze at the static. i didn't want to look but my eyes refused to look a
way. i was terrified, frozen in place, i couldn't move. i could barely breath as the static consumed my senses. i soon,
with out notice began to get closer and closer to the fuzzy grey light. my face shone in the light of the t.v. i looked gl
ossy my eyes looked pure white and my face dark from shadow. i head something then, not the static that filled the r
oom but something else, the clock. it chimed. it chimed... it was now 3 am as i realized this everything went black an
d i felt my head hit the t.v. full force. though when i awoke i was not myself, i saw something laying next to me. i fel
t so light and relieved. though that relief soon turned into horror as i stumbled over the thing next to me, the static s
oon again filled my ears as i tried to cry out but no sound came. it was me next to me, it was my own body but as soo
n as i opened my mouth it faded away as though it were never there. it never existed, i don't exist anymore, but i am
stuck. stuck in the static that rings in your ears. too loud, you think. yes too loud, i'm too loud.

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the static, often times around this time of year, you'll start to hear sto
ries about me. a new wives tale, spoken to children to keep them from
staying up late and watching too much t.v. it works pretty well though
many don't know that the story they tell is true. 3 am, that's when i co
me to take you away. 3 am, the witching hour, you must be afraid for
when the clock strikes 3 you'll never be seen again. i'll consume you, p
ull you through the t.v. into the empty void that is my static. though i
do give you a sign that i am coming. your t.v. may start to flicker as th
e clock closes in on 3. 2:00 am it may blink out for a second but only j
ust a second. 2:30 am it will grow fuzzy and the noise will distort so yo
u turn the t.v. off and back on. 2:50 am the whole screen will resort to
a loud static void for a good five minutes, each minute it is left on the
static grows louder. too loud. 3:00 am, if you have not by now turned y
our t.v. off and gone to bed it is to late. now you are unable to turn it
off and everything has gone dark except the grey and white flicker of t
he t.v. screen. you pull out the plug just as i had done, you can't figure
out why, why won't it turn off. but as you are looking into the glass at t
mesmerizing glow, everything goes black and all you hear is the static.

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why are you afraid?
> i
> don't
> bite
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[angelshy]

friendly bump ! c:

[jensen ackles]

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Username: jensen ackles
Name:
Gender:
Personality: [300 word limit]
How did he become a ghost?: [600 word limit]
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[vvitch]

Username: sphynx
Name: sudden
Gender: agender - high male influence
Personality: 162 words


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▲ creative | adjective ; having good imagination or original ideas
▲ eccentric | adjective ; (of a person or their behavior) unconventional and slightly strange
▲ insouciant | adjective ; showing a casual lack of concern; indifferent
▲ protean | adjective ; tending or able to change frequently or easily

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◄ absentminded | adjective ; having or showing a habitually forgetful or inattentive disposition
◄ recluse | noun ; a person who lives a solitary life and tends to avoid other people
◄ temperamental | adjective ; (of a person) liable to unreasonable changes of mood
◄ unhurried | adjective ; moving, acting, or taking place without haste or urgency

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▼ aloof | adjective ; conspicuously uninvolved and uninterested, typically through distaste
▼ disturbing | adjective ; causing anxiety; worrying
▼ morbid | adjective ; abnormal/unhealthy interest in disturbing subjects, especially death and disease
▼ possessive | adjective ; demanding someone's total attention and love


How did he become a ghost?: 297 words


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Death in any family is never fun. My death was sudden, I was supposed to grow up and be an adult, I was supposed to experience life and all its fun trials and mistakes. I was supposed to grow up, find someone to love, maybe have some pups, grow old and then welcome the cold hand of Death. But no…my death was sudden.
Once you die, everyone thinks there’s either a bright light or a dark tunnel…there’s neither. Have you ever experienced the DMV? Well that’s what Death is like…you’re in a long line, with a number, waiting to be called and you have God knows how many ahead of you. There’s no “women and children first” rules here, whenever you die…however many people died ahead of you and haven’t been seen…get seen first. Thems the rules.
I probably spent a long time there…the memory of that line is just a blur to me now…but I finally made it to the front. The creature sitting at the desk was nothing but a faceless mass in the form of some two handed creature, wings of charcoal dripped an acidic like fluid that burned holes in the fabric of the table, multiple eyes popped up in several locations…blinking before slinking into the pale pink flesh before popping up again in a different location. The receptionist asked me for my name…my name? Well…I had forgotten it…”Your previous name was &^#^&*#*&…would you like to keep this name?” The name felt foreign to me, I shook my head. “Then what shall you be called?” it asked.The receptionist stamped the paper in front of it…I cast a curious look over the sheet “Name…date of birth..date of death…reason for death….”Demonic Possession” What? I thought about it…Death was so sudden…”Sudden” I spoke without thinking.



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They had moved into my house…this was MY house…I claimed it years ago. Ugh…what were they doing? Renovations? What was wrong with the house? I liked the house how it was! Put that back! Stop tearing that down! UGH! I….just….couldn’t…TAKE IT ANYMORE!
It started out small. A cup falling here, a picture turned upside down, a noise in the night. I tried to be nice…I really did….but they forced my hand. I started with the youngest first, we were friends…I really didn’t want to scare her…but if she didn’t let her parents know that this was MY HOUSE and NOT theirs…well…I’d have to go after them. I gave them so many chances. So many. I just wanted to be SEEN…I wanted to be RESPECTED.
That night…I woke him up by pulling him out of bed. He was so scared…hehehe…so funny…wow…who knew this could be so fun? He could see me now, so I played with him some more…the ooze around my neck dripped and stained his light blue pajamas as I stood over him. His eyes were wide…so wide…I could see everything….
Wait…where are you going? Why are they leaving? What did I do?!? I just wanted to be seen! I just wanted everything to stay the same! I just wanted to live peacefully in MY HOUSE!! My house….my house….my house…

[Tart]

Username: Tart
Name: Fallon
Gender: Male
Personality: [300 word limit]
How did he become a ghost?: [600 word limit]
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[redhorizon]

Username: CaesarHorse
Name: Demonic Angel - Angel
Gender: Female
Personality: Fairly new at this whole ghost thing, she doesn't really know what to do. She spends most of her time running away from others. Painfully shy and afraid, she can't even look at another living, breathing thing without breaking down. She does, however, have one best friend named Recoil (http://caesarhorsecharacterz.weebly.com ... ecoil.html). He's always there for little Angel.
How did he become a ghost?: She died in a horrible fire along with the rest of her family. She was supposed to be finding her way up to Heaven, but she got lost on the way because of all her regrets. She fell back to Earth to live out her regrets as a ghost.
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Username: -Shaded-
Name: Kaden
Gender: He/Him Male
Personality:
[300 word limit] [Calm] [Logical] [Tired] [Longing] [Lonely]
How did he become a ghost?:
[600 word limit] He was a writer but he was killed by psycho python while he was writing one of his greatest novels *In his opinion* When he was killed his face was covered in ink was choked but when he inhaled the ink-- he soon died of ink poisoning

Extra: [not optional - art, poem, etc. 300 word limit]

Now your desperate.
Living in a dark, deep cave
and its the hands you bite
where you look to be saved.

You thought you were
only poisoning yourself
but there is an anguish infection
to those you couldn't tell.

You're a stolen memory.
A long, lost hope
and now here in the aftermath
the rest of us have to cope.
- Chrissie Finney (not by me <3)

[hiraeth + hound]

This has been extended until the 10th by request!

[iBrevity]

I love this little bean oh my