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Name;;
Gender;;
What is he based off?
Art;;
- What his name is? Well, that greatly depends on whom of the two you mean. Of course there's just one body, but there are two different souls trapped in that single body- or, at least that is what one of those 'souls', Noir, says. His other part is called Blanche. Noir is who you usually meet, he's the more dominant, yet also cold-hearted and dangerous one, while Blanche is the more submissive, kind-hearted one who rarely manages to take control. Now, I'll let you decide if they are actually two different foxerflies sharing the same body, or if whoever the 'first' one in this body was just has a rare mental disorder called multiple personality disorder.
The two names are both the french equals to what black and white would be in English (Noir being black and Blanche being white). Both, Noir and Blanche, prefer to go by their full names, although some may occasionally refer to the two of them together as 'The Fallen' or 'The Damned'.
Gender;;
- If there's one thing you can be certain of about the shared body is that it is male. While Blanche is a female name, it appears that he indeed identifies himself as a male, just like his counterpart Noir.
What is he based off?
- Just like pretty much all the other users, I believe that this handsome guy here is based off of the famous urban legend Slenderman.
Art;;
- "Lost in darkness."
Parts of Noir's diary
XX/XX/XXXX
We are not alone anymore.
I don't even recall how long I've been stalking trough this forest anymore, nor do I remember how long it has been since I've seen another living soul other than the few animals, myself, and Blanche whenever he actually speaks up for once. I also don't know if I like seeing other foxers around here- they are intruding my forest, my territory after all. I isolated myself here to get away from all of these fools, yet I can't help but feel... fascination? They're rather amusing to watch, really, how they stumble around in the fog aimlessly. They obviously are lost, but I'm not going to show myself or help them anytime soon. They are way too much fun to toy with, their paranoia makes me laugh and their fear makes me want to mess with them even more than I already do. It's sick, Blanche tells me. He hates what I do with those 'poor' fellows. But it's not like I care. I never said that I wasn't a little more... ah, 'dark' than the others, and I also never denied my morbid sense of fun. Plus, I don't have to worry about Blanche interrupting the time I spend toying with those new foxers. He's way too weak to fight my control over this body we share, and also way too hesitant to even use force to attempt and push my consciousness into oblivion for even a minute. So I'll just keep playing around with them and ignore Blanche like I usually do, for I am the hunter and they are the prey.
XX/XX/XXXX
My plans have changed quiet a lot over the past few days. And now, that Blanche is taking a involuntary 'nap' caused by me, I can finally write it down. Although I'm not quiet sure as to why I keep writing into this... diary? Is that what it's called? I usually don't do pointless things, they are just a waste of time. But I always feel the urge to write anything that's even mildly interesting down. Maybe I just fear forgetting it, who knows. But let us focus on my wonderful plan for now, no?
Blanche has become a very good friend with a young girl out of the pack that has been wandering around in my forest for at least two weeks now. I was getting a little bored just observing and toying with them from afar, but didn't feel like approaching them. As much as a charmer I can be, I'm sure I'm a little bit rusty after the time I spent alone. And if I had approached them, they would have surely asked me for a way out or a place to stay, and I don't help others. It's of no use to me, after all. Sure, they may be grateful and thank me, but such things and feelings are worthless to me. So, Blanche has been by far more active lately. I felt him linger in our mind all day, and he got by far more talkative... and a lot more sassy. He keeps telling me to leave them alone. Hmph, who does he think he is? He doesn't even know how lucky he is that I haven't shattered his pathetic and weak spirit just yet, but if he keeps up that defiant and impossibly rude behavior I might just have to show him how great my power is. But now that I'm thinking about it, it would also be utterly boring without him, so I guess he's safe for the time being. So, I allowed him to take control for once, naturally I was ready to just cast him back into the dark parts of our mind if he were to get too comfortable with it. He approached them, and although the majority of the pack distrusted him at first, they quickly grew attached to him. I have to admit, Blanche also has some kind of charm, even an aura. Not the kind of charm and aura I have, he's nowhere near as dark, mysterious and dangerous as I am, but the purity, the innocence and kindness he basically radiates do have it's positive sides. In the end, he showed them a cave where they could stay, simply because he himself doesn't know the way out of this place. It annoyed me to no end, since he was just being way too friendly to those foxers, so I regained my control and simply rushed back to my own place. Blanche was upset and actually withdrew into a part of our mind only he has access to, so I had time to think about what I should do now. And then I had the idea. I allowed my weak little counterpart to take over our body and visit the pack every day after he brought them to the cave, and since then he has become good friends with a young female. They are alike in various ways, and my plan is to take her away. It'll surely make the group think Blanche kidnapped her, and it seems like a perfect punishment for the way he behaved towards me lately. He'll not only lose his first real friend, he'll also be despised by the rest of the group. Oh, only thinking about it gets me excited, it'll surely be fun... well, for me, at least. Hm, what's this I feel? … Ah, Blanche is awakening. Time to put away the pen and close this diary- I'd hate to ruin the surprise.
XX/XX/XXXX
I've done it. That annoying girl is gone, and I can clearly feel Blanche's conflicted emotions, even though he tries to hide from me. Pain. Betrayal. Shame. Sadness. Anger. A truly intoxicating mix of emotions. That female (I never seem to be able to recall her name, it's not like it matters, anyways) and Blanche were actually taking a walk. They were talking about boring, unimportant things when I took over. She actually noticed the change in behaviour right away and asked me if I was okay. I didn't respond, of course I was okay. Blanche, on the other hand? Not so much. He was yelling at me to let her go, to not hurt her. I've never felt so much fury from him before. But even with all of this fury, he was way too weak to fight me. Now, I didn't hurt the girl. All I did was threaten her a little, with words and body language. She's just as much as a wimp as Blanche is and ran off into the foggy forest, into a direction she probably had never gone before. When I went back to the pack, they asked where she was. I simply replied that she was gone and that they'd never see her again. Then I left without anyone trying to stop me. Maybe they noticed that I wasn't the foxer they all knew and liked, maybe they were just too shocked. All I know is that it was oh so very satisfying- and that that pathetic weakling Blanche won't be defying me anytime soon again.
Slender
