Trapping and Guiding - A Story of Souls

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Name;; Ramill Horo
Alternate Name;; Borimir Horo
Ramill Gender;; Male
Borimir Gender;; Non-binary

1 - Introduction (Here)
2 - Basic Info
3 - Two Sides - Two Purposes
4 - I Want to Be in The Room Where It Happens
5 - Origin Story
6 - Fantabulous Q and A

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Username;; Legolas The Elf

Boa Name;; Ramill Horo (Nickname: Rami)
Alternate Boa Name;; Boromir Horo
Ramill Gender;; Male
Boromir Gender;; Non-binary

Favorite Color;; Any neone color. Or tan. That always works!
Favorite Food;; Bacon or Fruit Salad. Boromir and Ramill can't agree.
Favorite Movie;; Both agree on The Hobbit, LOTR, and The Walking Dead (no one cares that it's a TV show!)
Favorite Weather;; Sunny and Gloomy, Ramill and Boromir respectively.

What Ramill Does in Free Time;; When not guiding, saving, or realsing souls, Ramill is often found at a local library or orphanage, telling wild yet believable stories to the youngsters. He is also a very bad artist and draws literally as much as possible. He also is a creative writer, and only shares his stories with Boromir, who, for once, actually likes them. Ramill also likes participating in community service and small musicals. And he'll make toys for the kiddos. Simple, bust still a kind gesture!

What Boromir Does in Free Time;; If Boromir is in control, and isn't trapping or tormenting souls, he is often seen swimming (a past time he will never admit to) or preparing for Halloween early. He may also be seen editing works of literature, and is quite a good editor at that. And he'll also never admit it openly, but he thinks Ramill's writing is actually very good, and will spend hours reading it. Or Boromir will watch a movie. He's all for it!

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What many people don't know is Ramill's origin story - but we'll get to that later. But what they also don't know, is that he doesn't harbor violent mood swings - he is quite a mellow fellow. No. But he has Dissociative Identity Disorder, at an extreme level. Ramill - the more common side of the boa - is quite kind and self-conscious. However, the less common side of this boa, Bormir - is the opposite. Doesn't care about himself except for the rooms he houses - to trap souls and the such, for entertainment. He is a pretty cruel prankster, but of course, you've already guessed that - so onto the real reason you're here.

Disorder: Dissociative Identity Disorder
Personalities: Two
Differences: Polar Opposites
Common Side: Ramill
Uncommon Side: Boromir

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Okay. But what you have been waiting for - what his 'rooms' are used for.

Now rooms isn't a term either Ramill or Boromir is confortable with. I mean, how can a boa have a room inside of them? Much less multiple? Besides - these weren't real rooms! A fledgeling couldn't even fit inside of it! But then, neither can think of a better term. And no, I'm not procrastinating - just reading what Ramill gave me to say! Gah!

Just like Ramill has two different sides, the rooms are used for two different things. When Boromir is in control, they search for lost spirits or souls - those who haven't quite made it to The Haven (Boa form of heaven/underworld) yet. They enjoy seeing others suffer, so, when they find them, Boromir catches the soul(s), and not in a way you would imagine. They sing. Yes - sing. Their voice is incredibly enchanting, and has a quality that pulls souls towards it. Once Boromir has an entranced soul, they will stop singing, snatch them, and - quite literally - eat them. But instead of ingesting the soul like they would do with fruit - the soul pops up in the left rooms (Boromir's left. If you're looking at him face to face, your right). The souls have a source of energy that helps Boromir, well, gain energy and strength, which is the main reason he traps them. I mean, strength and energy are very good when trying to edit your alternate personality's writing. However, the souls, despite being trapped and used as an energy source, don;t deplete or grow weak. In fact, Boromir unintentionally helps them in regaining memories of past lives before their current. And the living space isn't bad either, despite having a window that looks out into the real world.

But there is a way for the souls to escape. When Ramill takes control away from Boromir, he lets souls on the right side out as soon as the request to leave. But of course there is the matter of getting into the left side. Because both Ramill and Boromir are literary boas, you have to solve a puzzle to open the door of a room. Only three souls can pass through one door before a new riddle is set using a kind of concussions magic from Ramill. However, he also brightens souls - like really bright - in the night, when he sees a lost soul wandering around. The souls brightened - the ones still trapped of course - love to help guide them towards an entrance to The Haven, as it saves them from Boromir's wrath. However, there is always that time where Boromir suddenly took over and captured the soul - you should have seen Ramill's angry writing for days afterwards! Anyways, Ramill is in touch with The Haven and knows where all the entrances are. He helps the souls still trapped out into the entrances. The rooms were used as power cells, helping the souls grow stronger on Ramill's part - and now they can finally head home.

- Side noteL Each room has the same contents, but colors, wood, photos, and materials are different for every soul who is in them - they are personalized, in a sense, but hold all the same materials.

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Ramill looked down at the story he was starting, sighed, and crumpled up the paper under his paw. "No good." he sighed. A persistent voice in the back of his head interrupted him. Let me out, let me see! But Ramill pushed Boromir back. Never again.

He sighed, looking at the only souls 'in' him at the moment. That of a young fledgleing, rocking back and forth and crying. Unhappines spread through Ramill like water in a flood, and he tapped the glass with a claw.

The soul sniffed and looked up. Ramill wordlessly locked eyes with him and concentrated. He felt his body slumping, heard an exasperated sigh in the back of his mind, and then suddenly his soul was standing next to the fledgeling's. The other shrieked.

"Shhhh." Ramill said, sweeping his fluffy tail over the flegeling. "It's alright. I'm not dead. I'm here to help you."

"No you're not!" growled a voice. Ramill spun around to see another soul melting of his own. They were mirror images except for the darkness swirling in the copy's eyes and his angry expression. "Boromir!" hissed Ramill. "Go back!"

"Why should I?" Boromir asked, looking bored. They counted their claws. "With you currently in control and your soul concentrated in here, I'm locked in your mind - empty. I can't do anything here."

Ramill's gaze was unusually harsh. "Look at him!" he hissed, hood frilling out in anger well gesturing to the young boa. "You trapped the soul of a child. I try to forgive you for many things, Boromir, but this I can't."

Boromir hesitated before sighing. "Fine." they said, glancing at the child. "Weaken our body. What do I care?" Then the fledgling popped in. "If I'm causing any trouble or weakening you....umm sirs, I'll stay here!"

His voice was honest but sad, and Ramill shot Boromir a look to say look what you've done, and the power-hungry moron looked guilty for once. "No." Ramill said, kindly but firmly. "We're gonna get you to The Haven safe and sound."

Suddenly Ramill was blinking back in his own body. The fledgling's soul was pressed against the glass watching Ramill with wide eyes. The boa stood up, closing his hood the best he could.

"To the nearest Haven entrance!" The boa said, to no one in particular.

Ramill was not far from it. A crack in the hollow of a large tree - much to small for a fledgling to fit into, but the right size for a soul. However, the Fledgling soul had to get out first. Again, with another burst of concentrated energy, Ramill's body fell to the ground and both his and Boromir's spirits were suddenly next to the fledglings. "Why hello again brother!" Boromir grinned, mock surprise lacing their voice.

Ramill rolled his eyes before turning to the soul. "Alright. To get to the right rooms; the rooms we can release you in - you have to solve a puzzle; it's all related to literature. Boromir and I will help you. So we need to look for the first clue in here." As if he had spoken a magic word, all three boas set of searching on command.

Ramill looked inside a translucent lollipop lamp, but it was empty. He looked under the cushions of the kangaroo couch - nothing.
Suddenly, "I've got it!" Boromir was brandishing a silver key. "It says.....Wingardium Blank." "Leviosa! WIngardium Leviosa!" The Fledgling shouted.

He scurried to the door to the room below, marked with the engraving WIngardium Leviosa above it. The kit fit perfectly. The door opened. And the three souls fell.

In the new room, Ramill felt a burst of energy/. His frill flared wide open, his hunger and doubts vanished, adrenaline coursed through his blood. He could see Boromir felt it to. Both boas had taken strength from the energy of the fledgling's excitement at the new room, and one unwillingly. But the soul seemed unharmed. "Keep looking around." Ramill said, shaking out his sticky fur.

This room was full of stuffed animals and toys. Boromir picked up a bseball bat, testing it'd weight. The fledgling was opening the zipper in a stuffed bear. Ramill sliced open a toy kangaroo. crumpled piece of paper caught his eye. He pulled it out.

I open at the close. It read. Ramill frowned. Harry Potter again. But how did this relate? "Guys..." he said slowly, "I think we have to find a golden snitch." Boromir's eyes widened and he cracked the baseball bat excitedly against the ground. As it splintered, nothing came out.

This took a while, but 10 minutes later Boromir had pried open a tennis ball to reveal a golden ball, wings fluttering frantically. The boa had shoved it into the keyhole, and yet again, Ramill and Boromir had a surge of power.

About an hour later, all three boas were in the second to last room on the left, where Ramill's tail was. It was like a mini theme park. Ramill immediately wormed his way up a ferris wheel. Heights had never scared him. But nothing was there.

Ramill slid down a sleek pole and landed on the floor with a grunt. Boromir was checking a caroseul. Then an excited shriek from the fledgling alerted him. "I found it! It's here!" The fledgling's claw was on the Kingdom of avenvaill on a huge grove. "Avenvaill." Ramill said. A creak. The door to the right open. Ramill glance at the fledgling. "Meet me at the top!"

Ramill was thrown back into his own body, watching the top right room (a nice candy themed living room, eagerly. A flash of silver and the fledgling was there. Ramill unlatched the glass (it didn't hurt him!) and held out a palm. The soul stepped in.

Ramill guided him to the crack in the tree and smiled, his odd pupils shining. "Have fun." And the soul stepped into the light,

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ORIGIN STORY

At first, before Experiment 102, lost souls were just....there. They couldn't do anything about being stuck on Earth. They couldn't get to the Haven. No magical being even had that power. But science....science did.

It was all Dr. Abicus's fault. She had been taking a rich, pink, cake, made with chemicals, from a shelf to test on. But it spilled on a dollhouse she had been planning to bring to her daughter.

At first the doctor was mad. An experiment and gift ruined. But the chemicals and cake started forming around the doll house; wood melting away, sticky cake soldifying into fur, a hood furling out, paws, eyes, a nose - then a fledgling stood before Dr. Abicus. It was a he; and he was normal, save for his long body, hood, and dripping fur.

Dr. Abicus adopted him. She wanted to keep a close watch on Experiment 102, who she dubbed 'Ramill.'

Ramill was an odd boa. Quiet, observant, always sticking to things but never leaving a trail of the cake that seemed to come off his body. As he grew older, rooms started pushing their way into his body. Dr. Abicus supposed this was the dollhouse, but people who touched them in interest always got splinters or fabric stuck to their claws. So the Doctor decided to encase the rooms in glass.

By the time she had finished the prototype, Ramill was the size of her. The prototype wouldn't fit. Experiment 102 had grown to fast.

So she tried again. And three more times. Ramill's growth had finally slowed on the sixth glass. This fit perfectly, and as Dr. Abicus measured it, Ramill's fur easily absorbed the glass and it became part of him.

Surprised, Dr. Abicus went to work with an almost full-grown Ramill the next day. As she was getting her tools ready, she had a freak accident. A heart attack ailed her as she was readying a syringe for a later experiment. Her paw slipped, and the needle pierced Ramill's skin - he bled cake batter, how surprising - and the Doctor died moments after.

And although Ramill knew he was an Experiment gone wrong, his heart ached when his adopted mother died. And like his fur had grown to embody the glass, the chemical format caused his eyes to grow pupils of hearts; for the strongest feeling he had felt.

After calling 911 and bandaging his cut arm, Ramill felt something stirring in the back of his mind. He ignored it, guessing it was grief. His mistake. Boromir wouldn't exist if he hadn't pushed him away. If he hadn't conveniently 'forgotten' to tell the Paramedics he had been injected with an unknown fluid.

Over the next month or so, a voice started nagging Ramill. Let me in, take control. I'll right all the wrongs, save the Doctor! Ramill was scared of this, thinking his bad side was taking control (not like he had one). Then, one night, Dr. Abicus appeared. Ramill and her freaked out when they realized they could see each other.

Dr.. Abicus fretted that the liquid from the syringe, more chemicals, must have given Ramill a strange ability - to see the souls of the lost souls, or the ones that still had business on Earth. But not without a cost.

Ramill eventually told her about the voice, and the Doctor's soul did a strange thing - asked him to let the other take control. The chemical boa should have refused, but no - he let it.

When Ramill awoke again, he was in a different place, and heard banging. He looked down to see The Doctor's soul incased in his body. He freaked out and jumped back, but power rose in him as a voice laughed in his mind. His hood flared wide open, energy course through his veins. I have given you power brother. said the voice. Don't you see? We are the most powerful boa in the world!

And Ramill, horrified, wrote. Wrote of his past, of the the voice in his head he nicknamed Boromir, of Souls, of the Doctor, of the disorder he knew he had (thanks syringe) : Dissociative Identity Disorder. This is how he developed his love of writing.

And,veto days later, Ramill heard a tapping. The soul of Dr. Abicus was tapping on the glace of his right hood room. Pure instinct told Ramill to unlatch the hood, and that he did.

The Doctor's soul stepped into his palm, and, instinctively, Ramill knew where to go. Quick purposeful steps brought him to an entrance to The Haven. He let the Doctor go. And Ramill discovered his true self, finally. Not Experiment 102, not the freak child - Ramill and Boromir, siblings of Souls.

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Q AND A WOTH BOROMIR AND RAMILL

Q: Erm, what are the candles for?

Ramill: The candles were just with me when I was created. They don't bother me, and I can't feel their flames. I light one every time I free a soul and it burns until Boromir appears.

Boromir: What he said

Ah, I see. Now, this may be a bit personal, but do you...taste good?

Boromir: To all the ladies.

Ramill: Boromir, shut up! Anyways, anyone nor me has never tried. If I had to guess, though......chemicals, fur, and smoke? Not good.

Ok then. Do you mind telling us about The Haven?

Ramill: I've never been. I know where the entrances, are, granted, but I just release souls, never travel there myself. I'm sure that will render me unable to return here.

Boromir: Alas, no. I hate to agree with Ramill, but we would probably die, and what strength would that give us?

Well....that's slightly disappointing. Last question, because Boromir looks like he wants to tear our fur off. What is your opinion on each other?

Ramill: Well this will sound odd....but Boromir is a great critical reader and editor. That past, I definitely have conflicting feelings. They are my brother, in a way, so I don't want harm to come to them. But I also wish they would stop attacking and being so hostile. Who needs strength and power to do good? Kindness always helps me. And capturing helpless souls - that's pretty cruel, especially for the selfish reasons they do it. But if any harm befalls them....I would blame myself.

Boromir: We are brothers. We can never be separated nor hurt without one of us screaming in pain. And he writes really well with a few grammar mistakes. Back on topic, though, Ramill needs tor realize that the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows - hostility, pranks, and selfishness are the only things that will get you by, especially of you hold strength and power. And we become weaker if he releases a soul - the power we can have with them. But then, Or come from chemicals. What does that make me, huh? Grrr.....