Barty's 101 Halloween and Guy Fakes Night Project! NEW CHAR!

[Kites]

Your choice Barty ^-^

[Bartimaeus]

Your choice Barty ^-^

I suppose... D:
But it's making me feel bad taking a char I know you guys will love just as much.

EDIT: Want me to post a pic to see what y'all think?

~Barty

[Duh]

Well, don't feel bad. I may take that back once I see it...
And how is peanut butter ew?!?!?!?!

[Bartimaeus]

And, better ref:

Personality:
Horrid. Annoying. Sarky. Don't make him look happy, I beg you. D:
Likes: Medival times, being alonesolitary, All Hallows Eve... and not much else really. D:

Dislikes: Chocolate, sweets, chubby annoying brats, American Holidays, Halloween, Hell, Cerberus, other demons of his kind, optimists, overly talkative creatures, and any other living/dead entity of whatever level. They all annoy him, basically... D: He's not too sociable, as you can guess.


Here's a short, unfinished backstory to help give you more of an insight into his personality...
Sucks to Halloween! I hate this damned holiday, and all those stupid trick-or-treaters fishing for free candy on that one day of the month. They're making us look horrid, that's what. Us monsters, devils, witches and demons of the night. They're making fun of us, that's what! Stinky little brats, snotty-nosed kids, scoffing down handfulls of sweets, chocolate and all sorts. Why? Because some idot decided to turn our night, All Hallows Eve, the day when we're supposed to get our celebration, our time for fun and mischief, into some stupid holiday for little children!

Honestly! I mean... Honestly! Why should they get to celebrate the day we get to wreck everything? I know it doesn't make much difference, but it sure annoys the s*** out of me! And it's not just me... All my friends down here in the Underworld, we've been waiting all year for this day. The day where we're allowed out of our hollow prison in Hell to cause as much havok as we like, to get up to all sorts of nonsense and mayhem! Then we're locked up again for the year, those bloody saints! All Hallows Day... Ooohhh.... I'm so scared. It's just as usual, but I still don't get why these sorry little brats need to ruin our fun, dressing up like us, mocking our ways! It's not like we even like that sugary substance they beg and plead for every year. We don't need to eat, and never have done!

Ooohhh.... don't even get me started on that photo. Yes, that one up there, just at the top of this. Ugh... Some chubby, stumpy little thing with a camera phone and fake devil's horns snapped it of me whilst I was out late on Halloween. Don't know how the hell he could've spotted me. I mean, we're invisible to the rest of the mortal world, yet we appear in photos.

Shrugging this strange occurence off, I continued to make my way through the crowded streets, seeing the screeching children, all dressed up, ready to go fill their bags to the brim with sweets and lollies till their arms ache. Some of 'em aren't even in scary costumes. Counting on my fingers(Okai, so I don't technically HAVE fingers, but our kind can congure up some if we want), I figure throughout the night I saw about 38 fairies, 23 princesses, a couple of bunnies, and one rather overweight child dressed as a French Baguette. Things used to be so different centuries ago, before all this Halloween nonsense spread like swine flu, infecting countries all around the world.

Before, it was All Hallows Eve, the night when us creatures, ghouls and goblins would come out and scare the hell out of the townsfolk. Is it just me, or are people getting stupider and stupider, as well as harder to scare?

I mean, they'd sit there, huddling their childeren through the night, back in medival times, begging for All Hallows Day to finally arrive. I remember snickering down the cobble-stone streets with all my 'pals', floating mid-air and peering through the walls at the scared little childeren as the night went on. Ahhh..... Bliss. Where have the days like that gone? Down the sink, along with the rest of humanity, presumably. They are such thick creatures, mortals, aren't they?
Anyway, enough babbling. I've been sat here long enough explaining the ups and downs of All Hallows Eve, or 'Halloween'. Whisting and a-wondering, walking down the road I ponder over the tasty childeren that pass by. Agreed, I did just say that I don't eat. Well, we don't HAVE to eat. Certainly not sweets anyway... But don't worry. Those plump little things'll be filled with callories by the dozen, a trillion E-numbers, and probably half a ton of pure fat. Kids these days... None of 'em would be any good for my indegestion either. It always happens to me on Halloween...

Grinning, I stared down into the emptiness. It was now around eleven or so, and I only had about an hour left out to do whatever the f*** I like before I'm shut away again for the year. Sighing, now in a rather glum mood I sat on the edge of the pavement, still staring into the emptiness and fog. The night was growing short, and I was wasting my damn time sitting here and staring into space! Get up! I yelled to myself through thought, though my body paid no attention. I still had a migrane from earlier, when two sticky-faced chubs crawled up to me and started singing. The little nitwits...

Somehow I couldn't break that gaze. All I could do was stare... And stare... And stare... And stare. How pequliar, I thought again. As the gentle breeze kissed my fur lightly, I sat once more, motionless apart from the gentle sway and bob of my head in the wind. A broad smile suddenly stretched across my face, as I realised what was lurking before me, into the streets and blackness. It was far too dark for me to see on this plane of sight, but like I could be bothered to change my vision until now. Eventually I heard the squeaky little voice in my ear once more as she stepped from the shadows.

"Hello CandyCorn." She snickered at me. Generally, Sylimna had a habit of bursting into a fit of giggles each time she tried to muster out my name. Yes, CandyCorn. Don't laugh, that's it, okai?! I don't know what Candycorn is either... Some stupid American sweet, presumably. It's not my real name. More of a nickname I picked up after deciding to travel to the US. Lazy bunch of... Mumbling to myself I looked up once more, staring directly into Sylimna's shallow hazel eyes. She stretched herself out, now taking up her favourite form once more, a small, 'innocent' and skinny cat with wide, electric blue band of fur round her neck, and a mouth to match. The vain and deeply irritable feline paused for a second, yawning slightly as she stretched herself out, mid-air.

Poking my tongue out at the familiar witch, I sat down and paused for a second. She snapped her fingers, and a fat severed head came floating along, in her attempt to impress me. I rolled my eyes, rather predictably. She was useless, and a general nuescence.

"Why are you even here?" I asked dully, not a smile in sight on my part. She was boring me, to beyond death, as in fact, I was never alive. A broad grin spread across her face as she showed off her large teeth and fangs, once more, I was surely 'green with envy'. Or perhaps not. Sarcasm is certainly one of my many talents.

"I could ask you the same thing." She began to mince up to me, her fur ristling slightly against the tree we were floating next to. Our kind tend to fly, or float. We don't have to, but walking is for mortals and the extremely boring. Once more, my eyes rolled ackwards into my head, and came up from the other side. Another one of my many... talents. Safe to say, I could do anything if I chose. I'm just that amazing. Modesty, is but another of my many talents, along with that sarcasm coming back again.

"Oh, I truely love your capability to lie." I clapped my metephorical hands, my face still as blank as ever. "Now why are you wasting my time?" I began to snarl. "I've only got a bit left of All Hallows Eve, and you're ruining mine. Now scram before I dice that puny brain of yours." Her face began to twist as her smile faded away into a wrinkled frown and scowl, plastered right across her brow.

"Oh come now, Candy..." She purred, a smile of pure evil stretching across her mouth.

"Don't call me that. They're called bloody sweets. Not this 'candy'. Sweets! And they're disgusting little snacks for brats and twits. Now bugger off!"

"But it suits you..." She smiled, in a false pout, delierately trying to wind me up. Tutting, I realised why she was really here. To enjoy Halloween, of corse, by p***ing the hell out of me.

"No, it doesn't." I blinked quietly at her, my face still as long and straight as it was before. "Now please leave me be! I have things to get on with before the night ends..." I muttered back at her in a dull tone.

"Like what?" She purred curiously, deliberately wasting my times. She began to play with the stray fur about my ghostly face, annoying me even more as a low and deep growl began to emmerge from the back of my throat. If she wasn't careful, I'd... Well, you don't want to know what I'd do. But, since I was a 'gentlemen' I wasn't about to engulf and swallow her escence just yet.

"Is that honestly anything you need to know?" I asked in return, noticing that neither of us actually seem to answer the other's question directly. She smiled once more. Honestly, that creature could probably muster up a smile for every occasion and emotion. I hate people like that. They annoy me terribly, as do... well, everything else, basically.

As the Autumn leaves fluttered down from the trees like buterflies in Spring, I rolled my head back lazily, watching them tumble down from above. Perhaps if this insessant thing would leave me alone I could get some peace for once. Surprisingly enough, I didn't actually fancy going around, up to my usual tricks and mayhem this Halloween. I just wanted some peace... and quiet, away from everything that reminded me of Hades the Underworld, Cerberus, the rest of the Hell Hounds, and all of those other demons that share eternity with me down there.

But of corse, that wasn't going to happen.

Sylimna purred again, rubbing her fur up against mine, and bristling against me. I shoved the girl off, now in an even worse mood, as the silence was broken. I looked down, seeing little kids scramble underneath us in the streets as we floated. It seems as if one of them had dropped their trick-or-treaters bag. And like I gave a damn.

I know so far it seems as if this is going no-where, ranting and babbling on about sweets, and holidays, and saints, and hell, and blah-de-blah-de-blahdeblah... But bear with me. My physcotic madness does have it's methods.

"Look, I'm in a bad mood already. Either you can scarper or


Like I said... It's unfinished. :S

~Barty

[Duh]

Hes so cute! I didnt read the story, but I will.

[Bartimaeus]

:S He's not cute... Trust me. He's actually alot like Bartimaeus, personality wise.... If you've never heard of Johnathon Stroud, you won't have a clue as to who Bartimaeus is.

~Barty

[Duh]

Well, he's not cute personality wise (read the story) but his pictures are pretty adorable :3 But maybe thats just 'cause of the artists. And I have no clue who Bartimaeus is. I love him. He's much like my character Kolouth actually (in a way) except Kolouth comes from some distant outer space place.

[Bartimaeus]

I love him because he's hilarously snarcastic, irritable and the most annoying and annoyable creature on this planet. Much like Barty, actually.... :S

So what do you guys think? Do I keep him or stick him for adoption?

~Barty

[Kites]

Wow, he looks great! Since you are so fond of him, I'd say keep him ^-^

[Bartimaeus]

Wow, he looks great! Since you are so fond of him, I'd say keep him ^-^

-Shall wait for other opinions, but thanks!

~Barty