[Tjebb]

Username: Tjebb
Name: First Head (Kira) Second Head (Dread) Third Head (Regret)
Gender: Male
Personality: (First Head from the left): Strong, Bitter, Pessimist (Second Head from the left): Forgetful, Kind, Energetic (Third head from the left): Sassy, Curious, High strung
How did he lose his ear?

"KIRA!" Dread and Regret yelled in unison.
"Hurry up!"
"NO, Don't rush me." He snapped back.
Dread and Regret exchanged looks.
"Kira, we need to go, I'm hungry." Dread said.
"Stop, okay. I get it. Life isn't all about you." Kira stated
Regret snapped and lunged toward Kira. His jaw clamped down on Kira's ear.
"OWWWW, You're gonna pay for that!"
The two were fighting, while Dread was staring at a butterfly off in the distance.
Later that night......
"Kira, what happened to your ear?" Dread asked.
"Regret happened, and this is the 13 time you have asked me."
They didn't talk that whole night, which was difficult, considering they were connected at the torso.
Kira muttered under his breath, "And I will be stuck with them forever. UGH."

Extra:

"Lets go!" Regret yelled.
"No I want to go over here" Kira replied
"Well, to settle our differences, I think we should go over there, by the tree." Dread replied.
Kira and Regret blew up at Dread.
"Okay, never mind."
The end. That is why you have a bunch of problems with multiple headed creatures. They all think differently.


(I have wanted a Yaeko since I joined CS, which was two weeks ago, so thanks for the opportunity.)

[Chocolatestripe]

Username: Chocolatestripe
Name: Malu (first), Revni (second), Crein (third)
Gender: Male
Personality: The
How did he lose his ear?
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[Dragonheart48]

Username: Dragonheart48
Name: Ghidorah
(Named after one of Godzilla's greatest foes)
Gender: Male
Personality: Wip
How did he lose his ear?
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[Michael's Fan.]

Username: Michael's Fan.
Names: Ezekiel, Ken, and Beethoven (In order from left to right)
Genders: Male
Personalities: 😤 Ezekiel (Zeek): He can have a hot temper if you mess with him, but usually he is in a fine mood. 😆Ken: He is always outgoing and too talkative, he can get really excited over small things, like going to the store.😬 Beethoven: He is quite an anxious boi, he is really socially awkward unless he is talking to his head-buddies Zeek & Ken.
How did he lose his ear? Ezekiel lost his ear because these dudes once we encased in a thick layer of amber. They broke through, though, leaving parts of them still covered in amber, and dripping tree sap. But part of his ear broke when they broke out of the amber because it wouldn't detach. It broke off, leaving the ear he has now. This is part of the reason Zeek tends to have a temper. He has some PTSD from it. The spider is on them because he was a curious little bug looking for somewhere to put their web.

Extra: The gang chillin' at a restaurant:

[bakuraas.]

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[Chimericect]

Username || Chimericect

- Nonowner
- In the discord !
Name || as a whole, referred to as “the demon” or “the beast.”

Head 1 || [ Odd eyes ] Zerachiel

Possibly means "command of God" in Hebrew. The Book of Enoch names him as one of the seven archangels.
Head 2 [ Middle ] || Kazuya

means Peaceful one
Head 3 [ Black sclera ] Asmodeus

one of the evilest of fallen angels, being an archdemon.
Gender || Male
Personality ||

As a whole, the being is now rather unpredictable. All three brains are connected, and all three can communicate without speaking if necessary. The middle is more dominant, having more direct actions over their movements, however the other two are able to have more influence if need be. With the corruption of Zeras mind, as explained in the story below, the beast has been must more chaotic as of late. Unpredictable, ruthless. They’ve made a name for themselves, they are known to not be messed with. Individually, though, they have their own respective personalities as well.

Zera || Zera, once correctly given the name of an archangel, once had a sense of good and only good. He acted as the angel on Kaz’s shoulder, keeping him from doing something he would regret. In fact, he won most of the time, Kaz once taking more of a liking to him. However, since the corruption incident, he has been changed. He is still the more calmer, more analytic one, but now possesses no will of his own. He is bound to do the command of any who wield a certain scepter, which is currently in the possession of a cruel man thirsty for power. Zero is prone to aggressive bouts as well, spiffing hot tree acid at others, or simply snapping at them if they get too close. He has proven to be a bit scary when he’s angry, or even when he isn’t.

Kaz || The mediator between the two and the one with the most control over where the body goes or what it does, Kaz feels the most responsible for things and wants everything to go right. He’s a bit of a perfectionist, although he tends not to show it with the other two egging him on to not care. He is easily swayed and doesnt hold very strong beliefs. This poor Yaeko is easily manipulated by the other two, as he wants to make the best decision for them and, unfortunately, that isn’t always possible. Kaz is very good natured, and extremely friendly. If you want to talk to the beast, it’s likely you will try to talk to Kaz, as the other two don’t seem to be as approachable.

Asmodeus || Asmodeus is the head that most tend to consider “the devil on your shoulder.” He has no impulse control and appeared to be the one that always led them into trouble. He’s like the friend that constantly bothers you to steal something or do something you know is wrong. Peer pressure. He uses that a lot to get what he wants, even moreso now since Zera is no longer the influential head. Asmodeus is, however, jealous of Zera. He doesn’t understand what happened, but is upset that he is unable to do the same things that he can. Asmodeus isn’t exactly the brightest star in the sky, as most could tell. When he speaks, it’s not usually something of high intellect.

How did he lose his ear? ||

From the POV of the one who did this.
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”What a rare sight, You’re saying you saw one? With three heads?” A ghastly voice echoed from behind an odd telephone type machine, although seemingly outdated for the time in the outside world, news of a three headed Yaeko being spotted in the ruins of Erulech. He bore a small, cruel grin as he twiddled with a long knife.It was believed such a creature could only come from story, that one never truly existed, and was only existent by some crazy old man passing down the myth after seeing something vaguely similar on a hunting trip. Of course, the man claims to not have hurt the beast, as such a rarity must be allowed to live. That’s how the myth goes, and legend has it that this man was later changed into a god for his compassion. You see, it’s only a myth, and this hunter did not believe in myth. If such a creature existed, he believed it was long gone; but in his eyes it wasn’t possible.

Now he was presented with the opportunity of a lifetime; multiple sightings confirmed in the Erulech kingdoms; his kingdom. A cold, harsh place ever since the overthrow of the king. With the sudden advance in technology in Koruvia, and a booming black market for the citizens looking to make a quick buck regardless of what they were selling or who they were selling to, the hunter successfully created a weapon that would allow him to control the beast. Then, when all was said and done, the beast would fetch a good price, especially to those in Gwellarr, who would no doubt wish to study the being. It was perfect.

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Days. Weeks. Months. It took months to finally track down the elusive creature, but eventually there it was: standing before him once again in the ruins. Why he was there was unknown to the hunter, but it seemed like there was something important there. The hunter didnt really care, though. He just wanted the being. He seemed slightly bigger than most Yaeko, and much more terrifying. Three heads coming at you, though, would be terrifying. The thought of wielding the power of a beast like this made the hunter grin with excitement. “Aim for the middle head,” he whispered to himself. “Easier to control, the other two will have to follow in suit.” He added. His weapon was much different, though, than you may think. It would not hurt him, not this time. That wasn’t what the hunter wanted. Instead, it was laced with the toxin from a special plant from Gwellarr that would afflict those that were poisoned by it with a special susceptibility to commands. Usually it was only temporary, but with the help of a specific sorcerer, the hunter managed to make it permanently affect the mind of its target. The only problem being it was tied to an object of power, to which the hunter wielded with excitement.

The hunter readied his weapon, ready to shoot. He had won.
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“Kaz, we should go.” Zera warned, speaking in a calm voice as always. It was soothing. “No, Kaz we have to stay. We have to find it.” Asmodeus hissed. Kaz looked between the two heads and sighed. “Alright. I think we should stay. We really have to find it, it’s vital to us right now.”

The hunter let go of the shot, waiting in anticipation.

The demon jerked to the side, though. Zera trying to protest. “If we don’t leave soon we can-“ He stopped, feeling something suddenly stinging his ear.

Wrong head. Wrong head wrong head wrong head. This wasn’t the plan, this wasn’t what was supposed to be going on. The hunter banged an angry fist on the ground, gritting his teeth. He had more ammo, if need be, but they were hard to come by. He waited to see what would happen.

“Ouch.” Zera murmured. The other two winced as well, feeling the same pain in their ears as Zera had felt. For a moment, nothing happened. The laced venom hadn’t kicked in just yet, but soon began to seep in, burning Zeras ear. He screeched and instinctively began to claw at his ear, trying to get the small arrow-like object from making him feel any worse. Asmodeus and Kaz were also attempting to help, trying to grab it out.

The hunter watched as the one head began to cease its efforts, soon staring into the ground with a sudden blankness. It twitched a few times, then let out a cough. then another. then another. He watched as the two other heads were confused, and scared, but were also feeling the effects of the venom. The hunter watched as the middle head did what he believed he had to: be ripped the arrow right out of the ear, taking a small chunk with it. By then, it was too late. The head that was inflicted began hissing, tree sap drooling from his mouth. His eyes were no longer normal, like his counterparts. Instead, they seemed to glaze over, eyes slit as he took in what had happened. He did not speak, not make any other noise.

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“Zera?” Kaz asked nervously, the pain from ripping off part of an ear burning in his own. Their head hurt, the only thoughts coming from Zeras mind consisted of “Obey, obey, obey.” Kaz wasn’t sure what was going on, but soon found these thoughts mixing with his own mind as well. He didn’t like it. Then, he watched as a human stepped out from the foliage, an odd charm in hand.
“You’re mine, now.”

[Gaycko]

Marking

[your conscience]

This ends soon - finish your forms!

[Alcidesire]

Username:
Alcidesune
Name(s):
Egoegeo (used to refer to the being as a whole) - from the Latin terms; "ego" for "I" or the concept of a self, and "egeo" for "need". Can be interpreted as "I need" or, alternatively, in need of a concept for 'self'.

Ollie (used to refer to the center head) - chosen due to Oliver being both a popular name among young boys and Olive being a tree sacred to both the Greeks and the Romans.

Captimor (used to refer to the head wit heterochromia ) - from the Latin terms; "capti" for "trapped" and "timor" for "fear", roughly making the name "trapped by fear".

Phlegethon (used to refer to the head drooling boiling sap) - refers to the river Phlegethon, described in Greek mythology as a boiling river of fire. Used either literally as a boiling river or used metaphorically to represent danger, anger, and torture.

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Ollie: Of three individuals inhabiting this body, Ollie is, in his mannerisms, the youngest of them. This doesn't mean, however, that he fits into the stereotype of a loud, adorable, and sometimes annoying young child. No, like any child, he is driven by his wants and desires, so much so that his every waking moment is driven by fulfilling simple little goals. Maybe one day he wants to see what's inside the local haunted building, the next he might be trying to win a little game of his own creation. He may be lacking the experience and knowledge of the other personalities - even when considering none of them remember the formative stage of their life - but every waking moment his little mind works away at the problem of the day. In particular, Ollie is good with patterns, especially those related to people's behavior. When he recognizes a pattern it's hard for him to shake it off - it's led to some confusion on the part of his new caretakers after Ollie became stressed over seemingly harmless things when he himself couldn't remember why they stressed him out. Stress in Ollie manifests as him coping through daydreaming, though he gets easily enough that it's concerning for his caretakers, with Ollie spending more time daydreaming than he does ""lucid"". Ollie doesn't care too much for gender: toys from both sections are equally interesting to him, but he has preference for coloring books, play-dough, slime, and other hands on things he can interact with.

Captimor: Chronologically, Captimor is the oldest of the individuals inhabiting this body. While he can't remember their earlier years any more than the others, he does know one thing - they weren't born as split beings. Each of them is a 'piece' of one original Yaeko's identity, split apart by... something. Something none of them can remember in detail, but still has distinct marks on how they behave. For Captimor, this manifested as 'fear', as an all encompassing sense of anxiety, that if he does something wrong he'll suffer for it. Everything he does and says is heavily filtered and picked apart before he even considers actually doing it, running through a million ways it can go wrong. More often than not, the heavy weight and fear of ways things can go wrong results in him not doing anything at all - accounting for everything and being afraid of everything is just too much of a drain on him on most days. Like Ollie, simple things can frighten him deeply, though for different reasons. While Ollie recognizes a set pattern in behaviors and assumes this meaning is universal, Captimor sees a behavior and interprets it in every way he possibly can before assuming the worst of them. Even something as simple as silently doing a chore comes across to him as passive aggression and sets him on edge, and even if constantly assured he's fine and not a bother he will still assume that it's a lie meant to make him feel better. More often than not he is the one who controls their body, as control is normally swapped between the three of them rather than simultaneously shared. While his fear makes him miserable and no longer helps, it has kept the three of them safe for a majority of their life, so he resists the attempts of his caretaker to help them heal, worried that it'll either vastly change who he is or expose them to danger once again.

Phlegethon: For his entire existence, Phlegethon has held a lot of negative emotions. Frustration, anger, self hatred... as well as all of the bad messages taught to the group by their unfortunate circumstances growing up. He was never taught a healthy way to vent these feelings, and so he lashes out, both at Ollie and Captimor as well as people 'outside' of their group. Lashing out, aside from venting anger and frustration, serves additional purposes that seem perfectly logical to him. For the latter, others make him feel unsafe and cornered, like he's not in control of the situation, so he lashes out at them to regain that sense of safety and control. It's better to lash out and drive people away than it is to be the one getting hurt, in his opinion. When it comes to Ollie and Captimor, he has a misguided notion that his behavior is acceptable because it will 'teach' them and keep them ready, that way when they eventually meet someone worse than him they'll know how to behave and won't get hurt by misbehaving. Though he lashes out at others out of fear of being hurt first, Phlegethon craves attention and intimacy to the same extent he fears it. Once someone stays and shows him that they care for him, he will typically throw his all into this person - his sense of self worth, his interests, everything becomes catered to this one person, and he fears their abandonment just as much as Captimor fears aggression. Things are black and white to him: if he sees a sign of hurt or abandonment, even one fake and imagined on his part, he will go straight back to lashing out, creating a vicious cycle of hurt and pain on both ends. He knows he's wrong in both his actions and his way of thing, but it doesn't help in the slightest aside from making him sink further into various coping mechanisms to deal with his perceived failure at even existing. All in all, Phlegethon is severely misguided and needs help just as much as the other two, which his new caretaker is helping him with, though, like Captimor, he secretly fears that his doesn't have an identity outside of his issues.

How did he lose his ear?
For all three, this memory is one of the ones that sticks out the most. It sits in a liminal space, a border between two states of being for them. See, the three individuals had yet to fully 'detach' from the original. They existed, but they still existed as 'pieces' of the original, like a water droplet just on the verge of separating from a larger droplet. As such, it is one of the first memories they actually possess as individuals, one of the few from that time not altogether repressed, and, arguably... One of the few memories they could consider "positive" in any way shape or form, despite widely being regarded as a tragedy. For you see..
That was the day they were 'freed' from their original owner.
Not a caretaker, not a friend, nor any of the terms most Yaeki would prefer to refer to their human by. An owner, through and through. How or why they came into his care is something among the leagues of lost memories, but in the end it hardly mattered to any of them. All that mattered was that on this day, in that horrible wreck, they were finally free from his influence.

The day had been one plagued by a strong snowstorm, and the night fared no better. Like a monster from fiction past, the full moon rising above seemed to give supernatural strength to the raging force of nature. Sight was limited to a good 50 feet ahead of them with high beams on, and practically non existent without them. Those possessing either a superstitious nature or any kind of common sense would have stayed within their homes, bundled up, and waited for the flurry to pass before heading anywhere. However... Bereft of common sense are those grasped in the clutches of greed and entitlement. This man in particular was a strong example of such. Christmas was just around the corner. Parents of all stretches of wealth and fortune went to various lengths to secure presents for their children. Some people saw this as a time of giving and celebration. Others? A chance to make quick cash off of the former. As one would assume, this man was of the latter group of people. Plenty of posts had circled through social media about a three headed Yaeko and the man had practically begun preening himself underneath the attention it had brought him. Even better, however, were the offers to purchase it that had flooded in. Most the man had turned down, preferring the fame such a pet had brought him. However, as Christmas drew close, the offers from the old money in the area became... Tempting. Six digits at the minimum for a 'mutant' without a pedigree? Such a man wouldn't turn down an offer like that even if he had to walk barefoot through the snow himself to deliver the mutt.

It was a mistake on his part. An uncharacteristically warm period had predated this awful storm, bringing about minor snow melt which had, in turn, frozen once more upon the roads, leaving a sheen of deadly, near invisible ice over its surface. A classic tale, really: a car slides on the ice, the driver over corrects, and the car skids out of control, flipping onto the side of the road and rolling several times. The man wasn't enough a fool to disregard seat-belts for either him or the crate containing his precious sale, and it proved to be both of their saving graces. Phlegethon, at the time referred to by a name none of them can remember, suffered damage to the left side of his face, situated to the left side of the vehicle as their crate had been. A torn ear and a broken jaw, to be precise. Their owner suffered from a broken arm, several cracked ribs, and a shattered femur. It wouldn't be until morning that an ambulance would arrive for their owner, now suffering from frostbite and hypothermia in addition to his other wounds, and when it did Egoegeo, then going by a name similarly forgotten, was handed off to animal control to take care of. Between his own hospital bills and car repair bills, the owner could no longer afford to pay for the extensive bill of his own pet's surgery (nor was it likely he still had any interest in the 'animal', damaged now as it was and suffering from facial paralysis and drooling on the left head) so the Yaeko now known as Egoegeo was surrendered to the local pet hospital and shelter, where they would soon meet their future caretaker.

[Hydra.]

Heccin hell. My heart is gone. This bab stole it-- I'll probably have like, the slimmest chance, but I shall try! This Yaeko is a dreamie-- I'd die for him! D:

Totally going to try to add an art extra of them, and the story all done. I'm going to pour all of my energy into this bby.