[SoupPupped]

☻...just escape it all sometimes

username:
souppupped
kalon name:
menteur
personality: (100 word max)
Menteur is definitely not the nicest. She’s sociopathic, though she may seem
perfectly nice at first. She’ll try to get to know as many others as possible,
and if she sees a way they can help her in the future, she’ll get as close to
them as possible. If she doesn’t see a future of advantages for her, she’ll
quickly drop that relationship. In fact, she’s only interested in mates for
reproduction. She’s lonely, but she quite enjoys being able to not feel many
emotions toward living beings. The only living thing she cares about is her pet
snake, Indicolite.
100/100

their 'escape': (300 word min, 700 word max)
- messing with people online
- snacking while watching youtube
{w.i.p.}

[Esther~]

mark

[angelfangs]

mark.

[SilentMelody]

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personality: morgan is a fairly quiet individual, though her anger gets the best of her at times. she's impulsive and acts aggressively on instinct. by nature, she's an introvert, and for long periods of time she will keep herself secluded from anyone she knows in the park closest to her house (which is where she was kidnapped). morgan doesn't show any affection or emotions towards anyone, and it's doubtful that she'd ever change that. she's been sick of people for the past fifteen years; at seven years old her father started abusing her, and since then she's been distrusting of everyone. (100 words)

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(the art to the right is by me. please do not claim as yours or steal. i will decide if the winner can keep it or not once the winner is announced. -->)


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their 'escape': (loosely based off of my favorite movie "split") "i'll be back. don't make a move," he warned and backed out of the doorway for a second, leaving morgan unwatched. while he was gone, her eyes glanced over the floor and noticed a glint along the lining of the wall -- it was a screw. dashing forward, morgan snatched it up into one hand and pulled her sleeve over it, hoping the man wouldn't notice.

and he didn't. when he came back, he was a completely different person; he'd taken off his glasses and unbuttoned the top button to his shirt. "now, listen closely. you'll be staying here for a while, and your friends won't be returning to you." his voice was gruffer and harsher than the one she'd heard before.

morgan couldn't inspect him for long, as he'd already shut the door with a slam and locked it. she placed an ear against it and waited for the other door to close shut. luckily for her, this door was wooden and now she had something to slice through it. clawing at the wooden lining of the wall where the deadbolt was placed, morgan watched with wide eyes as wood flew everywhere. if he didn't return soon, she could escape.

after ten minutes of frantically making her way through the linining, the deadbolt slipped past and the door was open; morgan was free. she rushed into the second room, but the metal door was locked, and she let out a cry of frustration. her plans were foiled again.

but out of the corner of her eye, morgan spotted an older-looking computer and settled down into the chair. her fingers flew over the keys as she tried and failed to recieve the internet. slamming a fist against the table, she was just about to give up when she noticed various files scattered all over the desktop of the screen. curious, morgan clicked on one and watched as a video loaded up. it was the man, except he was wearing feminine clothes and spoke in a feminine voice as he ranted, "how come all of the other personalities are carefree, and i have to deal with these damn insulin shots? why was i the only one to deal with diabetes?"

clicking onto another video, it was the same man with a with a fashionable coat talking about his new designs and fashion lines. sighing heavily, morgan got up from the chair and began searching for some keys while the man continued to talk from the screen. "...and that's all for today's blog. i will see you later."

the jingle of keys stopped morgan in her tracks, but it wasn't coming from behind the metal door -- it was coming from within the screen. she glanced over just in time to see the man pick up a grey beanie among other clothes on hooks and reveal a set of keys from underneath it. morgan moved to the set of hooks and snatched the beanie off, causing the keys to jingle again. she couldn't help but smile and burst out laughing. there was a chance.

but now the problem was that she didn't know what key to use. morgan began swiftly trying each one and became more frantic after each fail. at one point, she was shaking so much that she dropped the keys with a clatter and picked them up with trembling hands. "i have to get out of here," morgan told herself, and the door unlocked.

she sprinted on somewhat quiet feet down the hall, but halted when she noticed two doors with light streaming out from under them. "katie? claire?" morgan whispered in a hoarse voice and meekly opened the first door. she choked down a sob when she saw that it was the blonde-haired katie, but a dead one. the other room contained animalistic sounds and screams from behind the door.

covering her mouth to keep herself from sobbing openly, morgan hurried along and hoped that the beast wouldn't follow after her. the man -- perhaps the one personality where it was of a child -- told her that there was another personality, one of the beast. and he would be coming for her just like he had come for katie and claire. (700 words)


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username: Necrozma
kalon name: Warrick Andrew Holloway
voice: [wc 72/100]
Father Warrick's voice is deep, smooth and melodic. He often puts many a child to sleep during mass as he speaks his sermon in a monotone. If he becomes angered, he rarely ever raises his voice. Instead he becomes very quiet, just above a whisper with a deep growl trapped in his throat. If he must raise his voice it is a commanding, clear tone so that no one may question him.
stature: [wc 73/100]
Warrick is of average height with a lean but strong build. He does not draw attention to himself as he moves; his steps are quiet and well placed. He often moves with his arms folded in front of him, right hand gripping his left wrist. He is not imposing and does not appear threatening at all. All his movements are well calculated and he tends to limit himself to what is absolutely necessary.
personality: [wc 95/100]
If you asked anyone what they thought of Father Warrick they would say he is a kind, measured and wise man. He devotes his life to charity and helps all in his flock. The only thing that might unsettle people is how stoic and expressionless he is. He has two sides, like most people, however. This other side is darker as he suffers from delusions of grandeur, believing he alone is saving the world from evil. He also hears voices and can be heard whispering replies to them but most people just assume he's praying.
warrick's 'escape': [wc 619/700]
Warrick woke up again, feeling wide awake this time. He immediately heaved himself into an upright position, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He turned on his bedside lamp, yellow light cut through the darkness of the tiny windowless room. The room had a bed, a nightstand and a closet all encased in black. It had no clutter and would likely be too small to be comfortable for a normal person. However, for Warrick, this was as comfortable as he would ever want. He stood up and walked to the closet, opening the sliding door. Dressing quickly, methodically and was ready in minutes. He pushed his hair back, tying it back into a ponytail before striding toward the door.

Warrick stepped into a main hall and shut his door behind him. He was dressed in form fitting but stretchy black clothing with a pair of fingerless gloves and shining black boots. He was also covered in belts and weapons. A pair of pistols in a shoulder holster beneath a black leather jacket lined with silver tipped wooden stakes and a vial of holy water. Clipped onto one of his belts was a solid silver, spiked set of brass knuckles. As he passed flocks of people dressed in similar fashion, he was focused only on business.

It didn't take long for Warrick to get a job, he had been briefed very quickly. There was a local outpouring of demons from a portal that just won't close. There were already two hunters at the site, they sent for Warrick as back up. Upon arrival he immediately notices a fallen comrade. Not knowing if he was dead or alive, he felt nothing as he focused on the shining portal in front of him. The other was speaking a closing spell and laying runes. It was working, the portal was shrinking because of his efforts. But there was a problem as demons began to draw nearer trying to stop him from closing the portal. Warrick grit his teeth and charged in. This is what he's trained for. This is how he keeps the world safe.

"Will he ever figure this out?"
"No, if we've done our job, he'll believe he's just a regular priest."

He's awake again, feeling sore and exhausted. Warrick pulled his body into a sitting position, groaning in the process. He winced as he ordered his muscles into a standing position, his very bones seemed to whine at him. He didn't understand why he was so sore. Had he slept wrong? Perhaps, the bed he slept on was old and worn with few comforts. Father Warrick went through his usual morning routine: shower, brushing his teeth, brushing his unruly hair and getting dressed. His clergy uniform was a simple black and gold arrangement that he pulled off well. He wrapped his hand rosary around his wrist and began whispering a prayer as he moved toward the main part of the church.

A flash of a fanged creature with leathery skin leaping at him caught him off guard on the staircase, causing him to reel back and slam his back hard into the stone wall. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes tight, praying a bit more fervently for the delusions to pass. After a moment, he continued up the stairs. He never understood the voices or flashes that plagued him so, but he felt they were important. He feels it is a burden he must shoulder and that he, himself is protecting the world from evil. He has felt this way for many years. If ever the delusions threaten to overcome him, he escapes from them by cleaning, praying, allowing for confession and other duties a man of the cloth performs. He is dutiful and resolute. This is how he keeps the world safe.

[watts]

res with dancing on rooftops (;

[Firedancer77]

username: Firedancer77
kalon name: Alzena
personality: (100 word max)
their 'escape': (300 word min, 700 word max)

[seijuu]

username: seijuu
kalon name:
personality: (100 word max)
their 'escape': (300 word min, 700 word max)

[Gingy Tea]

mark

[ser]

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