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тнere αre тнιɴɢѕ вeѕт leғт υɴтoυcнed. υɴғorтυɴαтely, yoυ doɴ’т нαve мυcн oғ α cнoιce αт αll.

yoυ’ve мeт wιтн α тerrιвle ғαтe, нαveɴ’т yoυ?

тнere αre ѕтrαɴɢe тнιɴɢѕ нαppeɴιɴɢ αroυɴd α ғew ѕelecт, very ѕpecιαl, ιɴdιvιdυαlѕ. тнeѕe people мιɢнт ɴoт eveɴ ĸɴow eαcн oтнer, вυт wнeтнer тнey ĸɴow ιт or ɴoт, тнeιr lιveѕ were coɴɴecтed ever ѕιɴce тнey ғιrѕт тooĸ α ѕтep ιɴтo тнeιr dreαм. ιт мαттerѕ ɴoт ιғ тнey тeɴтαтιvely ɴυdɢed тнe lιмιтѕ oғ тнeιr мιɴd’ѕ owɴ creαтιoɴ or тore тнroυɢн αll oғ тнeм. ιт oɴly мαттerѕ тнαт тнey αre ɴow lιɴĸed тoɢeтнer, ιɴ αɴ eɴdleѕѕ cнαιɴ; α ѕɴαĸe eαтιɴɢ ιтѕ owɴ тαιl.

yoυ αre oɴe oғ тнeѕe people, вelιeve ιт or ɴoт. вυт yoυ doɴ’т ĸɴow тнe oтнerѕ ιɴ reαl lιғe. αғтer αll, тнey αre jυѕт α ғιɢмeɴт oғ yoυr ιмαɢιɴαтιoɴ. rιɢнт?

ever ѕιɴce тнαт ғιrѕт ғιт, тнe lιveѕ oғ coмpleтe ѕтrαɴɢerѕ were вroυɢнт тoɢeтнer тo ғorм α cнαιɴ. αɴd тнey αll мeт. тнey ɴever reмeмвered eαcн oтнer αғтer wαĸιɴɢ υp, ɴoт ιɴ тнe ғιrѕт ғew тιмeѕ, αт leαѕт. тнey тнoυɢнт eαcн oтнer тo вe ғιɢмeɴтѕ oғ тнeιr owɴ ιмαɢιɴαтιoɴ, αѕ well αѕ тнeιr world. вυт тнeɴ, тнιɴɢѕ вeɢαɴ нαppeɴιɴɢ. ѕтrαɴɢe тнιɴɢѕ. тнιɴɢѕ тнαт нαd ɴo rιɢнт тo leαve тнe coɴғιɴeѕ oғ тнe ғαвrιcαтed dreαм world. вυт yeт тнey dιd, αɴd ιт doeѕ ɴoт ѕpell ɢood тнιɴɢѕ ғor oυr dreαмerѕ.

yoυ doɴ’т ĸɴow wнeɴ ιт нαppeɴed. тнere, oɴ тнe ɴewѕ, or вy word oғ мoυтн, pαѕѕed oɴ ғroм oɴe perѕoɴ тo αɴoтнer, wαѕ тαlĸ oғ α dιѕαppeαrαɴce. мyѕтerιoυѕ αɴd тerrιғyιɴɢ, ɴoвody ĸɴew wнαт нαppeɴed eιтнer. αɴd тнeɴ yoυ ѕee тнeм... ѕнαdowѕ, αт тнe edɢe oғ yoυr vιѕιoɴ, αccoмpαɴyιɴɢ yoυr owɴ ѕнαdow, нιdιɴɢ υɴder yoυr вed... тнey αre everywнere. тнe oɴly ѕolαce yoυ нαve αre yoυr dreαмѕ... вυт тнey αreɴ’т αll ѕαccнαrιɴe ѕweeт eιтнer.

ѕoмeтιмeѕ, тнeѕe ιɴdιvιdυαlѕ doɴ’т eɴтer тнeιr dreαмѕ вy ɴorмαl мeαɴѕ. ɴo, тнey αre ѕpecιαl, αɴd ѕpecιαl мeαɴѕ нαvιɴɢ тo ѕυғғer ғor тнeιr owɴ ѕιɴɢυlαrιтy. тнey нαve ғιтѕ, тerrιвle oɴeѕ, ѕeeмιɴɢly ѕeɴdιɴɢ тнeм ιɴтo α deep ѕleep αғтer тorтυrιɴɢ тнeм, ѕoмeтιмeѕ ғor нoυrѕ, αɴd ѕoмeтιмeѕ мιɴυтeѕ. ιт doeѕɴ’т мαттer, αѕ тнe oυтcoмe ιѕ тнe ѕαмe. тнey eɴd υp ιɴ тнoѕe worldѕ, тнe dreαм worldѕ, αɴd тнe oɴe тнey eɴd υp ιɴ мιɢнт ɴoт eveɴ вe тнeιr owɴ. тнe worldѕ cнαɴɢe; тнey αlwαyѕ cнαɴɢe. rαrely тнe ѕαмe world тwιce, ɴever ɢoιɴɢ ιɴ α predιcтαвle pαттerɴ. тнere αre creαтυreѕ тнere, тoo, ιɴ αll oғ тнe worldѕ. αɴd тнey αre dαɴɢeroυѕ.

You start remembering things. Your neighbor from down the street... they seem familiar. Or that quiet kid you share a class with but never acknowledge. All of a sudden you are seeing them in a new light. Your memory still seems foggy, and you never remember completely. Not yet, at least.

ѕooɴer or lαтer, тнe dreαмerѕ wιll вe ɢιveɴ α тαѕĸ. нιɢнer тнαɴ αll oғ тнeм, тнe ѕтrαɴɢe ғorce wιll ɢυιde тнeм, ɴever нoldιɴɢ тнeιr нαɴd, вυт leαvιɴɢ тнeм тo ғιɴd тнe ѕolυтιoɴѕ oɴ тнeιr owɴ. тнeιr αcтιoɴѕ ιɴ тнeιr dreαмѕ wιll ѕooɴ вeɢιɴ мιrrorιɴɢ тнe нαppeɴιɴɢѕ ιɴ тнeιr reαl lιveѕ. oɴe мιѕѕтep, αɴd тнey’ll ɢo plυммeтιɴɢ dowɴ.

αɴd тнere ιѕ ѕoмeтнιɴɢ нαppeɴιɴɢ тo тнe world. ѕoмeтнιɴɢ oɴ α мυcн lαrɢer ѕcαle, dwαrғιɴɢ yoυr dreαмѕ, αɴd yoυr lιғe αѕ α wнole, мαĸιɴɢ αll oғ yoυr proвleмѕ ѕeeм мιɴυѕcυle ιɴ тнe ғαce oғ ιт’ѕ ѕeverιтy. ιт ιѕ ѕυвтle αт ғιrѕт, α pαѕѕιɴɢ ѕнαdow. вυт тнeɴ ιт ɢrowѕ, вecoмιɴɢ вιɢɢer αɴd вιɢɢer, ѕυвтly, ѕlowly тαĸιɴɢ over. αɴd yoυ recoɢɴιze ιт. yoυr dreαмѕ αre ѕlowly вecoмιɴɢ α reαlιтy.

yoυ’ve мeт wιтн α тerrιвle ғαтe, нαveɴ’т yoυ?

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αll oғ тнe cнαrαcтerѕ wιll вe reғerred тo αѕ тнe dreαмerѕ. тнe dreαмerѕ αre ѕpecιαl people wнo, wнeɴever тнey ɢo ιɴтo oɴe oғ тнeιr pѕycнedelιc ғιтѕ, αre тrαɴѕporтed тo тнeιr dreαм world. тнere, αѕ тнe ɴαмe ιмplιeѕ, тнey нαve тнeιr owɴ world ιɴ wнιcн тнey cαɴ rυɴ αroυɴd ιɴ, мolded αғтer тнeιr perѕoɴαlιтy, ιɴɴer deѕιreѕ, ғeαrѕ, or нopeѕ. wнιle тнey αre ιɴ тнeιr owɴ world, тнey doɴ’т reмeмвer мυcн ғroм тнeιr reαl lιғe, oɴly ѕɴιppeтѕ αɴd ғoɢɢy мeмorιeѕ. ιɴ тнeѕe worldѕ, тнey αlѕo мeeт oтнer dreαмerѕ. υѕυαlly, αll oғ тнe dreαмerѕ eɴd υp ιɴ oɴe world per dreαм. тнe world ιѕ ɴever тнe ѕαмe ιɴ тнe ѕecoɴd dreαм, αɴd тнey αre αlwαyѕ нoppιɴɢ вeтweeɴ тнeιr ғellow dreαмerѕ’ worldѕ. ѕoмeтιмeѕ, тнey мιɢнт eɴd υp ιɴ αɴ υɴcнαrтed тerrιтory, or worldѕ cαlled “тнe lιɴĸ”, wнιcн coɴɴecт αll oғ тнeιr dreαмѕ тoɢeтнer.

ɴow, тнe dreαмѕ ѕeeм ѕιмple αт ғιrѕт. wнeɴever тнe dreαмerѕ wαĸe υp, тнey doɴ’т reмeмвer мυcн ғroм тнeιr dreαм. тнey мιɢнт ғeel тнe eғғecтѕ oғ ιт, lιĸe ғeelιɴɢ ғαтιɢυed ғor ɴo reαѕoɴ, wнeɴ тнey нαd, ιɴ ғαcт, вeeɴ rυɴɴιɴɢ or doιɴɢ αɴoтнer ѕтreɴυoυѕ αcтιvιтy ιɴ тнeιr dreαм world. вυт αѕ тιмe pαѕѕeѕ, тнe dreαмѕ вeɢιɴ вecoмιɴɢ мore αɴd мore тαɴɢιвle. тнe deɴιzeɴѕ тнαт dwell ιɴ тнe dreαмѕ вeɢιɴ coмιɴɢ oυт, αɴd ɴorмαl people вeɢιɴ ɢoιɴɢ ιɴ. ѕoмeтнιɴɢ ιѕ нαppeɴιɴɢ тo тнe world, ѕoмeтнιɴɢ вιɢɢer тнαɴ αll oғ тнeм, αɴd тнe dreαмerѕ αre вeιɴɢ ɢυιded вy αɴ oтнerworldly eɴтιтy, тнey вeιɴɢ тнe oɴly oɴeѕ cαpαвle oғ ѕeттιɴɢ тнιɴɢѕ rιɢнт, αѕ тнey αre тнe oɴly oɴeѕ wнo αre ѕoмewнαт ιɴ coɴтrol oғ тнeιr dreαм worldѕ.

тнere αre oтнer people oυт ιɴ тнe world wнo нαve тнeιr owɴ dreαм worldѕ αѕ well, вυт тнey ɴever jυмp тнroυɢн worldѕ, ɴor do тнey reмeмвer or ғeel αɴyтнιɴɢ ғroм тнeιr dreαм wнeɴ тнey wαĸe υp. тнey eхperιeɴce тнeιr dreαм worldѕ jυѕт lιĸe α ɴorмαl dreαм, αɴd oɴly α ғorce oғ ɢreαт power cαɴ мαĸe тнeм αwαre. αɴd ɴow, ѕoмeтнιɴɢ ιѕ doιɴɢ jυѕт тнαт, wαĸιɴɢ тнe мoѕт corrυpт people, тυrɴιɴɢ тнeм ιɴтo αɴ αrмy ғor ιтѕelғ... αɴd oɴly тнoѕe αwαre oғ тнeιr owɴ αвιlιтιeѕ cαɴ ѕтop ιт.

тнe roѕeѕ

тнe dreαм worldѕ cαɴ ѕoмeтιмeѕ вe dαɴɢeroυѕ plαceѕ. тнe ғαcт тнαт every dreαмer нαѕ “α lιғe ғorce” oɴly ѕerveѕ тo ѕolιdιғy тнιѕ ғαcт. тнeѕe lιғe ѕoυrceѕ coмe ιɴ тнe ғorм oғ roѕeѕ, αɴd every roѕe ιѕ υɴιqυe тo eαcн dreαмer. αll oғ тнe roѕeѕ αre color-coded, every dreαмer ɢeттιɴɢ α dιғғereɴт color тнαт, lιĸe тнeιr dreαм world, coυld repreѕeɴт тнeιr deѕιreѕ, perѕoɴαlιтy or eveɴ ғeαrѕ. тнe roѕe peтαlѕ αre тнe αcтυαl lιғe ѕoυrce. α roѕe cαɴ нαve υp тo тeɴ peтαlѕ αт αɴy тιмe, вυт ɢαιɴιɴɢ тнeм ιѕ мυcн нαrder тнαɴ loѕιɴɢ тнeм. peтαlѕ cαɴ вe loѕт ιɴ α ɴυмвer oғ wαyѕ, вυт тнe oɴly wαy тo repleɴιѕн тнe peтαlѕ ιѕ тo dιp тнe roѕeѕ ιɴ wαтer wнιcн, ɢιveɴ тнe αppeαrαɴce oғ ѕoмe dreαм worldѕ [lιĸe α deѕerт dreαм world], cαɴ вe rαтнer dιғғιcυlт. ɴow, тнeѕe peтαlѕ αre ɴoт jυѕт ғor ѕнow. тнe dαɴɢer ιɴcreαѕeѕ αѕ тнey ғαll oғғ, αѕ тнe dreαмer ɢeтѕ weαĸer wιтн eαcн peтαl вeιɴɢ loѕт. ιғ αll oғ тнe peтαlѕ нαppeɴ тo ғαll oғғ, тнe dreαмer wιll вe ejecтed ғroм тнe dreαм world ғorceғυlly. oɴce тнey reтυrɴ, тнey wιll ғιɴd тнαт тнe мαхιмυм ɴυмвer oғ peтαlѕ oɴ тнeιr roѕe нαѕ decreαѕed вy oɴe.

тнe deɴιzeɴѕ

тнeѕe αre тнe creαтυreѕ тнαт roαм тнe dreαм worldѕ. мoѕт oғ тнe тιмe, тнey αre мαlevoleɴт eɴтιтιeѕ ғorмed ғroм oɴe’ѕ reɢreтѕ αɴd ғeαrѕ. wнιle тнere αre мαɴy dιғғereɴт ĸιɴdѕ oғ deɴιzeɴѕ, мoѕт oғ тнeм cαɴ вe ѕepαrαтed ιɴ тwo proмιɴeɴт ɢroυpѕ. тнe ғιrѕт ιѕ тнe leѕѕ dαɴɢeroυѕ ĸιɴd, тнoѕe тнαт αттαcĸ мercιleѕѕly αɴd нαve ɢreαт power, вυт αre ɴoт тнαт ιɴтellιɢeɴт αɴd αre eαѕy тo тrιcĸ. тнeɴ тнere αre тнoѕe wнo, wнιle ɴoт very ѕтroɴɢ oɴ тнeιr owɴ, ғeed oғғ oғ тнe dreαмer’ѕ ĸɴowledɢe, тαĸιɴɢ ιт ғor тнeмѕelveѕ αɴd eмployιɴɢ ιт ιɴ вαттle.

тнere αre ѕoмe deɴιzeɴѕ wнo wιll coмpleтely ιɢɴore тнe dreαмerѕ’ eхιѕтeɴce, αɴd тнere αre oɴeѕ wнo lιve ѕolely тo тrιcĸ, тo cαтcн тнe dreαмer ιɴ α тrαp αɴd ĸeep тнeм ιɴ тнe dreαм world... ғorever. αɴd тнeɴ тнere αre тнe ever ѕo rαre, ғrιeɴdly deɴιzeɴѕ. тнeѕe мιɢнт ɴoт ɢo oυт oғ тнe wαy тo нelp тнeιr dreαмerѕ, вυт тнey wιll ɴoт нιɴder тнeм eιтнer.

тнe мoѕт dαɴɢeroυѕ deɴιzeɴѕ cαɴ вe ғoυɴd ιɴ тнe lιɴĸѕ. тнeѕe αre creαтυreѕ creαтed ғroм тнoυѕαɴdѕ oғ people’ѕ ғeαrѕ αɴd тroυвleѕ, тυrɴιɴɢ ιɴтo тнeм тowerιɴɢ, ɢαrɢαɴтυαɴ вeαѕтѕ oғ мιɴdleѕѕ deѕтrυcтιoɴ. вecαυѕe αlмoѕт every deɴιzeɴ тнαт ιѕ creαтed ιɴ тнe lιɴĸ joιɴѕ ιɴтo oтнer deɴιzeɴѕ, тнere αreɴ’т тoo мαɴy oғ тнe overpowered creαтυreѕ αroυɴd, вυт reѕт αѕѕυred тнαт тнey wιll ғιɴd тнe dreαмerѕ, eveɴ ιғ тнe dreαмerѕ cαɴ’т ғιɴd тнeм.

тнe lιɴĸѕ

тнe lιɴĸѕ αre worldѕ тнαт αreɴ’т ιɴнαвιтed вy oɴe ιɴdιvιdυαl, вυт αre α мιѕн-мαѕн oғ dιғғereɴт people’ѕ dreαм worldѕ. αѕ тнeѕe people αre υɴαwαre oғ, αɴd cαɴɴoт αcceѕѕ тнeιr dreαм worldѕ, тнeιr worldѕ мerɢe тoɢeтнer тo creαтe lιɴĸѕ, αɴd αre wнαт coɴɴecт αll oғ тнe ѕolιтαry dreαм worldѕ тoɢeтнer. ѕolιтαry dreαм worldѕ αre worldѕ вeloɴɢιɴɢ тo тнoѕe wнo αre αwαre oғ тнeιr dreαмѕ [lιĸe oυr cнαrαcтerѕ]. dυe тo тнe ғαcт тнαт тнe ɴoɴ-dreαмerѕ αreɴ’т αwαre oғ тнeιr dreαм worldѕ, тнe lιɴĸѕ υѕυαlly тαĸe oɴ тнe αppeαrαɴce oғ вαrreɴ wαѕтelαɴdѕ. wнιle тнere αreɴ’т αɴy dreαмerѕ ιɴ тнe lιɴĸѕ, тнere αre pleɴтy oғ мoɴѕтroυѕ deɴιzeɴѕ.

тнe weαpoɴѕ/αвιlιтιeѕ

wнιle тнe dreαмerѕ αre ιɴ тнeιr dreαм worldѕ, тнey αre qυιтe dιғғereɴт ғroм тнeιr нυмαɴ ѕelveѕ, αвιlιтy-wιѕe. тнey coυld нαve powerѕ coмpleтely υɴнeαrd oғ ιɴ тнe ɴorмαl world. тнere αreɴ’т мαɴy тнιɴɢѕ тнαт αre ιмpoѕѕιвle ιɴ тнe dreαмѕ, вυт тнeѕe powerѕ ɴever ғollow тнe dreαмerѕ oυт oғ тнe dreαм worldѕ. wнeɴ тнe dreαмerѕ αwαĸe, тнey reтυrɴ тo вeιɴɢ α ɴorмαl нυмαɴ, wιтн ɴo powerѕ тo ѕpeαĸ oғ. нowever, dυe тo тнe ѕтrαɴɢe нαppeɴιɴɢѕ, lιĸe creαтυreѕ αɴd eveɴтѕ вleedιɴɢ ιɴ ғroм тнe dreαм worldѕ αɴd ιɴтo тнe reαl world, wнo ĸɴowѕ ιғ тнe dreαмerѕ’ powerѕ мιɢнт cнooѕe тo coмe oυт αѕ well.

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- тнιѕ ιѕ α нιɢн ѕeмι-lιтerαтe roleplαy. αт leαѕт тwo тo тнree pαrαɢrαpнѕ oɴ тнe loɴɢer ѕιde αre eхpecтed oғ yoυ, вυт reмeмвer, qυαlιтy over qυαɴтιтy! doɴ’т jυѕт cнυrɴ oυт wordѕ ғor тнe ѕαĸe oғ мαĸιɴɢ α loɴɢ poѕт, вυт reαlly тнιɴĸ αвoυт wнαт yoυ’re wrιтιɴɢ dowɴ. тнαт ѕαιd, yoυ ѕнoυld тry тo wrιтe αт leαѕт 8-9+ ѕeɴтeɴceѕ per cнαrαcтer, wrιтer’ѕ вlocĸ or ɴoт.

- тнe ѕтαɴdαrd rυleѕ αll αpply. ɴo мαry/ɢαry ѕυeѕ, αɴd deғιɴιтely ɴo ɢod мoddιɴɢ. мαĸιɴɢ α ғlαwed cнαrαcтer ιѕ eɴcoυrαɢed! reмeмвer, ɴo oɴe wιll αlwαyѕ вe αвle тo нαve α wιттy coмeвαcĸ αт тнe reαdy, or ĸɴow тнe ѕolυтιoɴ тo every proвleм, or ɴever qυαιl ιɴ тнe ғαce oғ ɢreαт dαɴɢer. мαĸe yoυr cнαrαcтerѕ ғeel reαl.

- roмαɴce ιѕ eɴcoυrαɢed, αѕ ιѕ vιoleɴce [тo ѕoмe eхтeɴт], вυт pleαѕe, ĸeep ιт ѕαғe ғor тнe ĸιddιeѕ. ɴo oɴe wαɴтѕ тo reαd αвoυт eхтreмe ɢore, ι’м ѕυre. αѕ ғor roмαɴce, well, yoυ αll ĸɴow тнe drιll вy ɴow. ғαde тo вlαcĸ.

- вoтн αɴιмe/drαwɴ αɴd reαl pιcтυreѕ αre αllowed. нowever, αɴy pιcтυreѕ yoυ нαve ѕнoυld oɴly coмe ѕecoɴd тo yoυr cнαrαcтer deѕcrιpтιoɴ.

- αll oғ тнe ғorмѕ мυѕт вe pмed тo мe вeғore тнey αre αccepтed.

- oɴly тwo cнαrαcтerѕ per perѕoɴ. вυт ιғ yoυ wαɴт тo мαĸe α ѕecoɴd cнαrαcтer, тнey мυѕт вe jυѕт αѕ deтαιled αɴd well-тнoυɢнт oυт αѕ yoυr ғιrѕт cнαrαcтer.

- roѕeѕ cαɴ oɴly нαve α мαхιмυм oғ тeɴ peтαlѕ. yoυ мαy pιcĸ αɴy ɴυмвer oғ peтαlѕ вeтweeɴ 2-6, нowever, вe αwαre тнαт тнe ғewer peтαlѕ yoυr cнαrαcтer'ѕ roѕe нαѕ, тнe weαĸer тнey αre. doɴ’т worry, тнoυɢн, αѕ peтαlѕ cαɴ вe eαrɴed lαтer.

- ιɴ тнe cαѕe oғ вαттleѕ вeтweeɴ тнree or мore people, or α ɢαтнerιɴɢ oғ мoѕт oғ тнe cнαrαcтerѕ ιɴ oɴe locαтιoɴ, тнιѕ rp wιll ғollow α poѕтιɴɢ order. ɴυмвerѕ wιll вe αѕѕιɢɴed тo everyoɴe, αɴd yoυ wιll poѕт αccordιɴɢly. вυт тнe poѕтιɴɢ order woɴ’т вe ιɴ ғυll eғғecт υɴleѕѕ тнere’ѕ αɴ υrɢeɴт ɴeed ғor ιт, wнιcн ι doυвт ɢιveɴ тнe ѕмαll ɴυмвer oғ people тнαт wιll вe αccepтed ιɴтo тнιѕ rp.

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➸Skye Xavier Briht//15//Male//Pale green rose//Form
➸Ruby Eleanor Davies//22//Female//Red rose//Form
➸Charles Andrew Discordia//19//Male//Black rose//Form
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[color=#808080]An explanation: your character's world will be filled with "denizens" or malevolent entities that inhabit the dreams, as well as good ones, spawned from every-day life experiences and worries. These entities might not even be the person’s own. They could belong to their close friend or a family member, worries not entirely their own but ones that they are entertaining the thought of, giving these worries way to transform into unimaginable monsters that begin to plague the person which they do not belong to.[/color]
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[color=#808080]little description if you think it's necessary. Roses are basically life force in the dream world. The number of petals show how much of the life force they have left. Each one is a unique color for each person. Refer to the character list to see which colors are taken
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ɴαмe Junko Ann Fujita
It was decided between her parents that, if Junko was to have a Japanese surname and first name, she should at least have an English middle name. Before Junko was born, her father was insistent that she have an English first name, but her mother won out by arguing that Junko would get teased in school because of her unusual name. Junko is very much used to her first name, and feels strange when anybody calls her by the middle name [which is quite rare unless her parents use her full name].
αɢe 13
Junko was born on the fourteenth of June, and her parents never really thought about having any more children after that, so she is an only child.
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нeιɢнт 5’4
Junko is rather short, even for her age. She is actually the shortest one in her class, but she doesn’t let this bother her. She has been told once or twice that her shortness makes her cute, in a childish way, and while she doesn’t appreciate this very much, she would rather be short than be like some of the monstrously tall people she has seen before. Both of her parents are rather tall, however, so she expects to reach their height as soon as she turns fifteen [as her mother did when she was her age].
weιɢнт 130 pounds
Junko is very close to the “target” weight for her height, and she doesn’t do anything to change this. She is still as skinny as a stick, as her body type is naturally like that, so she appears much thinner than her actual weight shows her to be. Junko tries to eat healthy, as her father strictly enforced the rule of “no junk food in the house, young lady!” which soon translated to no junk food ever. She doesn’t exactly keep a close tab on what she eats, and she eats a lot. Still, her fast metabolism seems to keep her skinny enough.
ɢeɴerαl she is an unusually serious child
In addition to being short, Junko is also skinny, and despite her small stature, she has a serious air about her. But to start off with her appearance, it is best to go from top to bottom. Junko has black hair, and it is quite unremarkable in her opinion. Her hair is long, reaching just a little under her shoulders, straight and neatly combed, and kept in check with a large bow. Most of it is swept over her right shoulder. While she is in school, her hair is tied up in two braids, which keeps it from getting in the way and is more fitting to the school rules. Junko has a rounder, childish face, with a slightly upturned nose and her eyes are on the wider side. Her irises are a very dark brown, almost black, another thing she adds to her list of unremarkable features. As most children, Junko doesn’t have an athletic, toned build, and is instead slim, but not very graceful. She has no chest or hips to speak of, but that is to be expected.

Overall, Junko’s posture doesn’t speak much about her. She has a straight back and walks properly, as she was taught. If there was a way to describe her appearance, some people would say judging, and others, contemplative. And perhaps she’ll just be described as quiet, which is exactly what she is.

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perѕoɴαlιтy she’s still a child at heart
There are many traits to Junko’s personality, some more apparent than others. Describing her completely isn’t the easiest task ever, but there are a few traits that stand out. It is the most obvious that Junko is a very intelligent child. She was leaps and bounds above of her classmates in elementary school, though met her match quite a few times as she entered middle school. She can’t stand up to many adults, obviously, but she is much more intelligent than children her age. This intelligence makes her very observant and analytical. She loves to break things apart to learn how they work, and in some cases is quite good at it. She also never lets a detail slip past her, as she notices and records even the smallest things, incase they become useful later. Junko is a very resourceful child as well. It could be said that this is because of her cleverness, but, in reality, it all has to do with her parents. Due to her mother’s lax nature, and the fact that Junko has to move between apartments every month, she learned to take care of many things herself. Moving to America for a whole year also made her much more capable with dealing with new situations effectively, though even she had culture shock during that time. Now, Junko’s intelligence doesn’t give way to only positive traits. One negative thing that it brings her was that Junko had a lot of trouble connecting with children her age. Because of this, she is slightly awkward when meeting new people, or just conversing with those she knows. She would much rather stare intently as a greeting than shake hands, and if the latter was to happen, she would be cold and uninviting, making the person less enthusiastic about speaking to her.

Junko is a rather persistent little girl. This goes hand in hand with her stubbornness, and she will not stop until she gets what she wants. She may pause in her quest, but will never give up. Just like any child, she doesn’t really like following the rules all that much, though she does out of respect for her parents. However, when it comes to doing something that she does not want to do, she will root herself to the spot and refuse to cooperate until people just give up. She is also prone to getting very angry if she is made to do something against her will. Junko can also be rather childish at certain times, and is quite impatient. But as her motto for situations like that goes, if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. She isn’t very reliable on other people, and especially not if they keep her waiting. That is why she mostly takes care of herself at home, as she hates having to rely on other people to do things for her. Despite being a child, Junko is very polite with people, but even she is prone to the occasional temper tantrum.
lιĸeѕ Online and console games [mmorpgs, RPGs and visual novels happen to be her favorite], monsters, reading good books, cake and other sweet things, horror movies.
dιѕlιĸeѕ Social situations, being forced to do something, realistic gore [while she enjoys horror movies, she likes those that rely more on suspense and spooking the viewer rather than those that elicit disgust].
тαleɴтѕ Junko is good at remembering small details, and has a great memory. She’s also very resourceful, and can handle new situations better than most kids her age. She’s quite a fast runner.
ғeαrѕ Bugs, being chased

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plαɴe It is disgusting
Junko’s world is... unusual. It is pure shock value, at least for Junko. Her world looks like a normal city, with the usual tall buildings and a school and even grocery stores. However, that’s where the normalcy ends. Junko’s world also happens to be made entirely of flesh and muscles. The ground, the buildings and even the occasional flora are all red and pulsating, going between soft and firm, and still somehow standing on their own. Junko’s guess is that the objects in her world are only enveloped by their fleshy extrior, instead of being made out of it completely. However, chipping away at it even a little causes some problems from her, as she discovered one time by accidentally poking a hole through a tree. Now, there is no blood in her world, none at all. It’s as a meat sold at the butcher’s, drained of all blood beforehand. In fact, the world almost looks completely fake.
deɴιzeɴѕ a list
Junko’s world has a lot of bug-like denizens running around. Most of them are on the larger side, and some are a mix of two or more kinds of insects. There are tinier insects running around as well, but those can be easily disposed of, while the larger ones are those that should be looked out for. There are also strange denizens that group together, usually forming a pack of a terrifying twenty. They’re weak, but while working together they can cause serious damage. Their appearance could be described as... well, they’re like larger bugs with many, many tiny legs, encased in a protective shell. They come in a few muted colors, but are usually a glossy black. Finally, the most dangerous aspect of them, they’re like blood-sucking leeches. Once they attach themselves to your skin, they won’t let go until they are full.
roѕe A light purple.
Junko’s rose color is her favorite color. Currently it has only five petals.
power αɴd/or weαpoɴ[ѕ] A large, ornately decorated sword, almost as tall as Junko is, super speed Junko often wished that she could enter one of her RPGs, and live there, thinking life would be much easier and much more interesting. As such, her weapon mirrors this desire. It is a large, ornately decorated sword, almost as tall as she is. Despite its unwieldily and heavy appearance, Junko has no trouble with picking it up and swinging it around. This strength doesn’t translate well to other tasks, unfortunately. Junko also has super speed, and can jump to great heights, havign a lot of power in her legs.

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нιѕтory It’s somewhat difficult
Junko’s father is a foreigner who married her mother only one week after their first blind date. What’s even more unusual is that her parents don’t live together, even though they aren’t divorced or fighting with each other. In fact, they’re on perfectly good terms, but they rarely show any intimate affection for each other. Every once in a blue moon they both choose to live together, and even then they act a bit distant from each other.

Most of Junko’s elementary schooling happened in Japan. Due to the fact that her father was American and because of her unusual name, some of the kids teased Junko, or, in worse cases, alienated her completely. Junko didn’t really mind, as she had a select group of people that she was... acquaintances with. At age 10, she was pulled out of her school, and her parents took her to America, where they stayed for a full year exactly. However, due to her fathers’ un-accepting family, they moved back to Tokyo, Japan. Junko continued her schooling and entered middle school a year earlier than usual. The teasing had stopped, due to the fact that her father was American wasn’t as widely known. The other kids were still a little wary of her, though, due to her name and unusual way of speaking, which she could not hide. By age 12, Junko slowly began alienating herself from her classmates, and began devoting more time to her studies and, surprisingly, gaming. Her father, by then, had moved permanently near Junko’s mother’s place of residence, so Junko would have an easier time hopping between the apartments.

It was actually at age 9 that the “fits” began happening, worrying her parents immensely. No doctor could figure out what was wrong with her, so they let her be, keeping a close watch on her. The fits didn’t seem to do anything harmful to her, other than putting her in a deep sleep for a while, and so her parents learned to relax a little more as the years passed. Junko only became somewhat in control of her dream world powers at age 10.

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love lιғe She’s only a child
Junko’s love life is non existent. She has had a few puppy crushes before, but that is all.
orιeɴтαтιoɴ Even though she is still a child, she is unsure.
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ɴαмeSkye Xavier Briht
Technically, Xavier is his first name. However, in his first few years of life, he both had trouble pronouncing the 'Xav' and couldn't write half the letters, so he went by his middle name. Now, he can easily say and write it, but his middle name had stuck and he goes by Skye.
αɢe 15
Skye was born on the fourteenth of November, and was the second of what would be three children. His older brother was born four years previously, and his younger sister would be born in another five.
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нeιɢнт5'5
For a fifteen year old boy, he's certainly short. He acts like it doesn't bother him, although it does, and makes uses for his lack of height. There are many small places that tall people can't reach, Skye has discovered. His parents aren't very tall either, so he's not expecting to get a lucky growth spurt.
weιɢнт 115 pounds.
He's slim, and doesn't care that he is. It's not bone-thin or anything, so he doesn't mind. It's not that he doesn't eat or anything, he simply forgets. Some wonder how a person, let alone a teenage boy, and forget to eat, but Skye does. Not very often, but he does, and paired with the constant running he does it's resulted in a thin build.
ɢeɴerαl Skye is a clearly hyperactive boy.
'Don't judge someone on how they look' is a phrase often said, but in this case, any guesses about Skye from his appearance will probably be correct. A glance can tell that he's not the usual boy. Sitting still, a rare thing from him, he might look normal. Other then the constant, blank grin on his face, there's little noticeable about him from the neck up. His hair is a very light brown, a shade or two whiter then his skin, which is a faint olive. His hair is always a mess, both because it naturally is and he never bothers to try to flatten it down. The only effort to keep out of his face he bothers with is tying it back into a short little ponytail that reaches nearly to the base of his neck. His face is childish, without the sharper features that growing older usually gives. His pale green eyes are almost always held wide and excited. His legs are long in proportion to the rest of him, and he has a thin, not particularly noticeable layer of muscle over his limbs. As it looks, he can run quite fast and kick hard, though his arms are quite the opposite; his upper half is weak indeed. Any grace he might have had was lost; he runs and trips without any air of dignity in him. His clothes are simple and loose to keep from restricting movement, and usually speckled with dirt with grass stains at the knees and elbows.
His hands are always tapping away at something, whether a desk or his elbow. Combined with his eyes darting around the room, his hyperactivity is obvious. Always shifting his weight as if unsettled and unable to walk, only run at varying speeds, only makes that clearer.

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perѕoɴαlιтy "Oh look, a butterfly-"
The world, to him, shouldn't have any cares. Skye has as few as he can. He's a naturally cheery boy, always smiling or grinning, except for when he's bored, in which case he's left staring blankly off into nothingness or running away from wherever he is as if to search for something interesting.
As one would probably realize by now, he neither focuses nor cares. But when first meeting people, Skye is laughing at simple things and trying his best to befriend whoever it is. It's genuinely difficult to find a way to anger or depress him. With that smile always on his face, some think that its mocking, that his blank happiness is teasing. There's a small problem with that assumption; it's not true, not at all. Mocking or teasing is something that Skye has suffered but never recreated. He doesn't see the point; why give people another thing to care about, when, is his opinion, happiness is not caring? His smiles are genuine, his laughs are true, believe it or not.
But no person has one state of mind. Skye is human, he does anger, he does cry. However hard to reach, there is a thin line between his 'happy' and 'angry' states of mind, and one that lien is crosses, it's incredibly hard for him to go back. It's strange what angers him. Teasing, bullying, that sort of thing usually doesn't. Actual blows do, getting hurt does, irritating people sometimes manage it. And once he's angered, Skye launches at whatever/whoever irritated him with the intent to rip it apart with his bare hands. Calming down isn't something he understands very well, and it often takes hours and several broken objects before he reverts back to his normal mood.
Crying isn't something he does often. He isn't easily saddened at all, and usually Skye becomes angered instead of depressed. There are few things that actually make him cry, and those are mostly injuries. Other then actual harm that was accidental or his own fault, because if it was someone else's then he would be too focused on attacking them to be saddened, it's very rare to see Skye's smile waver.
While it might make him sound idiotic, that he's always daydreaming and running around and refusing to care about anything, Skye isn't. True he's always behind in schoolwork as a result of his inability to focus, but other then that he thinks on the level of the usual teenage boy. Skye converses without trouble and with ease, and usually can work his way through problems. He's just a bit odd.
lιĸeѕ The dark, open spaces, cheery people, sweets, anything fluffy and alive, almost anything fantasy related, anything that involves getting to run around aimlessly, having no goals nor plans.
dιѕlιĸeѕ Sunny and/or hot days,anyone who's serious/annoying/quiet/emotionless/uninteresting/normal, organization, plans, schoolwork, sitting still, vegetables, small spaces, water.
тαleɴтѕ He can run fast and kick hard, but that's it.
ғeαrѕ He has slight claustrophobia as a result of his hyperactive, he just detests small or restricting things to a level at which he's scared of them. Skye has hydrophobia as well, a crippling fear of water. Small amounts, like a small puddle or water bottle, don't bother him. Anything larger, like a pool, lake, downpour, etc are hellish to him. He'll panic just being near it, somehow thinking he'll surely drown and die. Naturally, he can't swim.

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plαɴe It's a place of ignorance.
It's his place to escape. It's a large, empty world. Glancing around, there's little to see. One can see the world fade off into the horizon, not that Skye has ever wandered that far; after about what has to miles and miles the world changes into a deep, still river. It looks like there's meadow on the other side as well, but Skye, even in his dreams, would never brave water and therefor has never found out. On the side of the water he has wandered through thought, it's meadow, with short grass and little else. There, it's impossible to care. Everlasting nothing is all that's too be found. There's the occasional tree or bush, but it's incredibly rare that the largest occurrence that happens. Running around, screaming, digging, anything Skye tried doing had no effect. The hole he dug into the ground once, flinging grass and dirt around, vanished once he turned away for a second. The sky is always the same: a pale blue-grey. There's no weather, no changes .Soon after arriving, Skye had realized it was what he wanted; a place where there was nothing that needed to be done, no past, nothing to care about.
deɴιzeɴѕ What makes people care.
Ignorance is bliss, or some say. If Skye's world is ignorance, most of the denizens are knowledge then. They're people, but no one Skye has ever known. Just random features thrown together to make a person. Occasionally he'll think he sees the hair of someone he knows, or maybe one of the denizens has someone's eyes, but it's not very common. They walk around through the endless meadow known as his world, grouping together when they run into each other. They don't speak to one another, but they can seemingly sense when someone comes. They rarely cross the river that Skye has never dared ever go near, so he rarely has needed to be near them. However, occasionally one appears in his side, in the meadow Skye thinks is this safe place. They not only seem to attack with bare hands that act and cut like scythes, but they bring with them what this world lacks: cares, in the worst form. Boredom, fear, and helplessness run rampant when they're near, which is devastating in a world with no good things. In Skye's thankfully few experiences with them, he's been driven to the ground just by the thoughts they bring, even before they attack. If there are good ones, they're on the other side of the river.
roѕe Pale green
It's the color he likes; the color of nature, but in a pale, reduced form, that doesn't attract attention. Unimportant but nice in his eyes. It has five petals, but honestly, he's never even figured out what they mean, so he's hardly trying to get more.
power αɴd/or weαpoɴ[ѕ] He's fast, very fast. His weapon is a glaive
He can move incredibly fast, only fitting given his always hyperactive and running mind in the real world. It's paired with the small downside that he's not particularly good at slowing down, and once again like in the real world he often crashes into things/people/denizens accidentally. His weapon is a wicked thing, two and a half feet of metal pole that shifts into another three of razor-sharp blade sharped down to a point at the end. It's heavy and he could never hope to lift it in the actual world. The entire thing is a dark gray and nothing more. One could wonder where that came from in his mind.

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нιѕтory Was he ever normal?
From a young age, it was clear that Skye was not like other children. He only lasted a few years of school before being switched over to classes specialized for dealing with children like him. Even when he was only little toddler legs, unstable underneath him and he toddled around, giggling uncontrollably while he did, Skye couldn't stop running around and hated to be still. The ability to pay attention was lost on him, and he was quite young when he was diagnosed with severe ADHD. It never let up through the years, and Skye remained in his own little mental world, never focused on what he should be.
His parents were simple people, who at the time he was diagnosed were dealing his year old baby sister and had better things to deal with. He was one of their children anyways, even if he would never do well in school nor be still. They weren't looking, and they didn't see it was something more then that even from the start. Skye started to daydream, fade away from reality, to an extent larger then a lack of attention span should have accounted for. He could not follow plans at all, any responsibility made him uncomfortable and angry. Skye didn't want to care.
It was age eleven the fits started happening, age twelve when he started to control them better. Skye didn't exactly fall asleep, but rather closed his eyes and faded away from the real world. The first one lasted two hours and happened in the middle of a class. A teacher shaking him and lot of panic from family didn't snap him out of it, until his eyes randomly randomly snapped open. The fits grew more common as he grew to unconsciously like this other world. It was soon realized that it wasn't harmful, and his parents grew to accept it as just another strange quirk their son had. Despite doctors constantly requesting to set Skye up in some place where he could be closely watched, at Skye's begging his parents refused the offer and let him be.
Up to the current day, Skye has remained that boy who's either running through the fields or staring off into space carelessly.
ғαмιly Two parents, a brother who's older by four years, and a sister who's younger by five.

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love lιғe Nothing yet.
A childish crush or two has happened, but that's it.
orιeɴтαтιoɴ Homosexual
crυѕн No one.
вoyғrιeɴd/ɢιrlғrιeɴd Nope
eхeѕ None

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ɴαмe Charles Andrew Discordia
His parents thought it would sound great to give their child two posh names along with a weird surname - Charles Andrew Discordia. Sadly, the opposite effect was achieved, and it has given Charlie the reputation of a posh badass, which blend just as well as water with olive oil. Charles detests these names and prefers going by simpler things, like Charlie or Drew. Calling him by his surname will guarantee you a death warrant, as Discordia, meaning 'disagreement' and 'havoc' contrast his calm first names terribly.
αɢe 19
Charlie is legally of age now - 19 -, and he intends to enjoy this hazardous life as much as he can, even if it involves leaving the country for a while. He was born on the 4 of April, 1993, in a hospital bed from, well, his mother.
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нeιɢнт 1.75m
Of thin bone and lanky posture, he isn't the tallest of guys, yet je isn't too short either. Paired with his slim figure, he is easily described as lanky.
weιɢнт 75 kg
Not particularly thick but not thin either, he is wiry and has muscle, but less than he'd like to have.
ɢeɴerαl A pretty vessel mixed up with a messed up mind.
Charlie has a lithe, well-muscled body that disguise his strange antics; strong, defined arms cloak thin bones and a well-kept 'pack lies on his stomach. He has bony hands, wherein one may note the tendons wriggling under the skin and veins pulsating meekly, and an - almost - lanky frame exposed by not overly wide shoulders, jutting bones and the beggining of definiton muscle-wise.

His face could be described simply as jaunt, not plain, angular, alike the rest of his features. His semblant is usually composed, although his facial expressions vary from moment to moment, becoming the bubbling laughter in an akward situation or the ice-cold personality in a warm moment. He has thin, defined lips, and high, full chekbones, gaining a dimple to his right side when smiling. He has straight, white teeth, and a nerve-inspiring smile; his eyes usually reflecting his thoughts on the situation - ie. he may seem composed yet maintain sparkling eyes or smile warmly with nothing but hatred in them - in their unnerving, misguiding way. He has long brown eyelashes with similar, un-crowded yet unkempt eyebrows that frame his strange eyes; a pair of dim, unnequal gems coloured in turqoise and cloudy-sky blue. However, this difference is minimal from afar and can only be noticed from three or four - at most - metres away.

He weighs 75kg, and is 1.75 metres high, giving him a very lanky - not burly - appearance.

He has deep russet hair, and wears it unkempt, casually. It is not excedingly long, and has a bit of a lank curl to it.

His stance is complicated in the way that he carries himself in a nochalant manner most of the time with a hint of cockyness and strength, which makes him stand out as he seems to look bored but usually isn't. However, he can become rigid in a manner of seconds, neat, poised, elegant, but still keep his hands in his pockets and smile silkily to his opponnent. This boy is a two-face, and he isn't that afraid to hide it, rather displaying it subtly as to confuse others on his direction in thought by raising his tone while remaining calm or making his posture aggressive while smiling inocently.

His voice is like silver; solid and spiked when dangerous, silky and flowingly liquid when deceptive and basically non-existant, gaseous, when stunned for words, which is not often. His voice might be considered irritating by some, but it is actually quite attractive and unusual in the way that it changes state more often than not.

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perѕoɴαlιтy Paranoid schizophrenic.
Charlie can be quite confusing. He comes across as the cold guy, the uninterested one, the one that does not care for what surrounds him, the one that enjoys sarcasm and wit, and uses it way too often. He always acts chill and composed, but, deep down, he cares. It's just that he's been cheated by life so many times, he can't bother to show anymore. He'd rather just wait for that special someone to open up his badly stitched up seams, and close them properly.

Charlie is very partial to eye-raising, cocky wit, sarcastic retorts, eyebrow wiggling and suppressing dramatic sighs. He's quiet; whomever manages to wring a word out of him is actually quite lucky. He never means any wrong, but he usually gets into bad starts with everyone because he's pesimistic about life. However, he couldn't seem to care less, and will shrug off any blaspheming with a well practiced, nochalant shrug.

This is all explained by his mucked up past. Charlie cannot care to give a turd until someone shows that they might want to help him. Only then, and under very special circumstances, will Charlie begin to change for the better.

His paranoias and mild, sporadic schizophrenia can convert Charile into a wild sibject, but he has somehow managed to grasp control over his personality. He has been clinically adressed as bipolar, but controls his mood swings tactfully and manages them well.
lιĸeѕ -the number four and any divisible by four numbers - related to his OCD.
-the colour gray
-silence
-peaches
-walking under the rain
-darkness
-music
-shakespeare
-open spaces
-prime numbers
-winter
-the cold
-physical duress
-being tested
-summer breezes
dιѕlιĸeѕ -being babied
-his attackers - related to his schizophrenia
-sarcasm
-hypocrites
-heat
-his mental issues and how they stop him from getting better
-jungles
-ice
-poliester
-the color green
-the colour yellow.
тαleɴтѕ being cold-minded, sticking knives between people's ribs. Running, both short and long-distance.
ғeαrѕ He has mild obsessive compulsive disorder, boosted by occasional bouts of paranoic schizophrenia. He is claustrophobic and has fear of heights and planes, flying and helicopters

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plαɴe Dark, twisted and filled with inversely proportional metaphors.
Charlie's dream worlds are usually disturbing, even to the most composed, calm and cold-blooded dreamers. They lack light, are usually set up methodically and logically - but only for Charlie to see. Mazes abound, as do groves, mountain ranges, hedge laberyinths. They usually revolve around his many paranoias and fears - of prime numbers and the colours green and yellow, for example - manifesting in ways that can usually only be read by Charlie himself.
His world is usually either very subtle or incredibly sharp and obvious. Strangely, charlie is at his most paranoid when the world is subtle and is strangely calm - usually, when others are completely freaking out - when his dreams are a mess and are horrible are twisted. This is simply due to Charlie being used to his bouts of schizophrenia, making his wacky dreams seem normal in comparison. To him, it could be said that the subtle dreams are the calm that preceeds the storm - even when there isn't a thunderstorm brewing. He doesn't and can't accept tranquility - peace is a stranger to him.
Usually, the only comfort that is provided to him by his mind is either the sound of the sea and a thunderstorm with rain, even though there is no physical meteorological changes in the atmosphere. Even so, the sky in his dreams is usually purple and covered up, brewing, yet rarely ever breaking into precipitation. Charlie's mood in real life usually reflects how the sky will present itself when he sleeps.
Internal conflict usually is exposed in sound. The further away the sound, the worse and more problematic the situation.
However, the actual denizens that inhabit the dreamworld are far apart and small in number, as Charlie's greatest fear is his mind. He sees things in everything, finds enemies in shadows and allies in clouds. The greatest enemy in this place is the host himself. He makes a willy and scary guest when in shared sessions.

deɴιzeɴѕ People. Sometimes his closest 'friend' will become the most dangered enemy, sometimes the best ally will be a hated person.
there are not many denizens in Charlie's world, but they are never neutral, and very rarely helpfull. They are two-faced; one dream they might be the best ally, the next a hated monster. They usual take on the face of people, showing Charlie's fear of socialization and people, and reflect his paranoic personality. More often than not, Charlie's world sponges denizens from the rest of the guests' worlds, as people and their weapons - words - are not precisely fearful to most people.
roѕe black
Twisted, dark and deadly. Sick and exuding a malevolant air, but one of innocence at the same time. Had five petals, classifying Charlie as one of the stronger natural dreamers but meager because of his mental issues. Physically strong, fragile to the touch. Reflects his dark past and sob health.
[color=#004040]power αɴd/or weαpoɴѕ Uses knives, a trident. Occasionally converts into shadows and exudes a poisonous air.
Basically, Charlie is deadly with anything pointy. He is quite stealthy, and rarely uses his more mystic abilities because he would consider it hypocritical to be afraid of shadows whilst becoming one.

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нιѕтory mucked up.
Charlie was born into a wealthy but frayed family life. His parents argued constantly, but Charlie could not complain. He got taken care of and got his education payed, along with his costly medical apointments and bills. He travelled to and from his various family homes, learning how to speak polish, german, french and english fluently, sparing him the necessity of learning any extra languages except from russian, which he takes to easily. However, his grades soon began to detiriorate and he was soon diagnosed with mild depression and anxiety, paired with paranoid schizophrenia as problems at home got worse and worse. His mental health continued to worsen, and, after filing for divorce, Charlie was on the verge of going crazy.

His mother, now in charge of him, soon became worried and decided to fly him over, with his father, who grudgingly agreed to go with them, to a Medical Centre in Zurich.

(Heir plane crashed, killing almost the whole convo. Somehow, Charlie managed to survive. He was immediately transported, maimed and with a huge, almost 50cm laceration across his back, to a hospital. On the way there, summed in hysteria, he severly hurt one of the crew and managed to knock one uncocncious.

Now considered dangerous, and with a further fear of flying, enclosed spaces and needles, he was locked up in an asylum for three weeks for intense therapy in an asylum, money being no problem after his parents left him a wealthy legacy.

His paranoid mindset now under control using heavy medication, he was not removed from the institution and into an orphanage as he was 'too dangerous' and nobody would want to adopt a twelve year old paranoid and mildly schizophrenic child that had nearly killed two people. Now an adult, he lives in London, near but not in a medical institution.
ғαмιly He is an orphan, and, being a socialy disturbed person, he jas little to no friends.

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love lιғe strange
he's too wild to have had anything longer than a couple hour fling.
orιeɴтαтιoɴ straight
crυѕн no
вoyғrιeɴd/ɢιrlғrιeɴd too psychotic for anyone.
eхeѕ too many to count.

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ɴαмe Ruby Eleanor Davies, most commonly known as Red.
Ever since she was a young girl Ruby has hated her name, maybe it was due to the fact that it the name wasn't given to her by her real parents, or maybe it was because a girl so practical, so forgettable, did not ever want such a pretentious thing as to be named after a gemstone. Anyway, whatever it was down to, Ruby decided, what with her initials and love of colour, she would rename herself Red. And since that moment Red is what she has been known as.
αɢe 22
Red's never really publicly celebrated her birthday until recently, she always knew when it was, but she hated the idea of sharing it with people who weren't her true family. For many years she would celebrate by herself, she would run down to the shops in her pyjamas at three o'clock on the morning of her birthday, the 4th of April, and with the small amount of pocket money she had earnt she would buy herself a muffin. She would rush back home and, before any of her house was awake, would get out her matches and birthday candles, and have her own birthday party, just for herself, nobody else.
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нeιɢнт 5'8...
...or there abouts. She's never really been sure, she lives alone you see and so trying to measure herself is more difficult than it looks. However she has maintained this height since around the age of sixteen, so she is unlikely to change any time soon. Although she is above average height for a woman, she is not extremely tall, she sits at a fairly medium height and doesn't seem to loom or take up lots of space, it makes her quite a forgettable person really, what with that and her general appearance.
weιɢнт 140lbs
Red manages to keep in the 'ok' BMI. She's been maintaining this weight for a fair while and though she strays of the mark sometimes, she doesn't feel the need to drastically lose, or drastically gain any more weight, she's perfectly happy how she is, though it has taken a while to get there, she was a very skinny child, and it has taken her a while to get healthy and become the lithe woman she is today.
ɢeɴerαl perfectly forgettable and quite unremarkable
Red's never been one for big shows or understated elegance. She's never been one for much really, she's comfortable in her own skin and she doesn't much care for looking fancy. She's of a medium height and lithe body shape, she isn't particularly busty or curvy and isn't really a subject of any great lust. Her face is a slightly pointy oval, her nose upturned a little and quite small, the rest of her features are fairly pretty, although, like the rest of her, unremarkable. Her short mouse brown hair is kept in a bun, a few untidy strands always clouding her vision, which, with her glasses, wasn't all that great to begin with. Her eyes are a light brown, resembling some woodish colour, but no-one can quite put their finger on which type of wood that might be, but most of the type people don't tend to look at those eyes, afterall, they're covered by her plain black, almost classy rectangular glasses. She has an almost bookish, librarian appearance, or maybe that of a well-meaning secretary, this image is not hindered by her bright smile, which is quite a pretty thing in itself, nicely spaced teeth and all. Despite this new, fairly nice, yet unnoticeable appearance, whenever she looks at herself in the mirror she sees the girl she used to be. A young child with lank mouse hair, huge, geeky glasses, and braces. It never bothered her back then, but it seems to haunt her now.
Her appearance is really quite average though, and she doesn't go out of her way to dress anything other than average either. She doesn't stick with trends to keep with crowds, nor does she go out of her way to get herself noticed either. She just wears jeans, baggy cardigans and jumpers, usually in maroon, and comfortable doc marten style boots. She doesn't really feel any need to advertise herself, after all, ever since she was a little kid, she's wanted to stay out of the way and not be noticed, she always felt if she tried hard enough her adoptive family would forget her so that she could run away, find her real parents.

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perѕoɴαlιтy Shy and Unencroaching
Red has always made it her policy to stay out of the way of others. She never felt like she belonged with her adoptive family, she felt like they were in the wrong for taking her in, even though she truly had nowhere else to go, and because of this, she became distant, holing herself up in her attic room, teaching herself to sing, to write, to draw, to play guitar, and sometimes, how to make things, how to pick locks, and how to do all the things she would have wanted her mother and father to do. She became more and more reliant on her own company, and rejected those at her school who were trying to make friends with her.
Although she received plenty of love as a child from her adoptive family, she was never very loving, she often seemed cold and harsh. Nowadays this just translates as plain shyness. She tries not to get in people's ways and tries not to get too close to people. She just doesn't know if she can deal with it. She never really knows where she belongs. But through all of this, all of her negativity, her dislike, and often hatred of company, she has always found counsel and calm in drawing. It is her passion, her driving force, her one and only love. When she draws, she can be free, she can be herself, she can be who she wanted to be, she can be the girl the people knew at the foster home who was always kind, polite and laughing. She doesn't have to be the shy little woman she has morphed into; she has the possibility to be something more. However, if she hadn't had this loneliness to begin with, she would never have learnt her skills and aptitudes. It is from her holing herself up in her room that she learnt independently, without the angry emotions behind her seclusion, she would just have been another of society's clones.
The only person who really sees her as her kind and gentle self is her best friend, and her boss, Luke. He employed this sad looking teenager into his bookshop four years ago, he didn't need extra staff, he could run the place on his own, but he took pity on her. Her who had walked in from the rain, not dressed for an interview, but dressed as if she had done so quickly, in an emergency, and was carrying around all her belongings in a suitcase, which it turns out she was. He offered her a job, and he offered her the flat above the shop, which he himself had neglected to use, because he had his own flat a short walk away. He knows everything about her, he doesn't expect her in to work some days because he knows about the fits, and he expects her to come down from her flat in the night when he's working late and cry. He knows her, and he is there for her, and Red can be herself around him. Together they laugh and joke and have fun, they sketch crazy doodles on each other's arms, or sometimes on the walls, they celebrate when they sell lots of books and drink lots of tea when they don't. But they are best friends, and it is down to Luke that Red can even talk to people today, without his help, she'd just be a shell, an empty, shy little shell of a woman.
lιĸeѕ Art, Sketching, Books, Pens (she seems to collect pens), Taking photos, Her Apartment, Free leaflets and Tea, she really loves tea.
dιѕlιĸeѕ That feeling when you're sure someone is watching you but it turns out no-one is there, Coffee, Her adoptive family (yes, all of them, no, they never did anything to her), Spiders and two-tone cars.
тαleɴтѕ Well, she can pick locks, though this probably won't be useful in the dream world, and she has a photographic memory, helped by her viewing of life as if it were through a viewfinder. Because of this she can often sketch her memories or what she sees so other can recognise them easily.
ғeαrѕ Spiders, Darkness and Sudden change.

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plαɴe The city of serenity - Seren.
Apart from her evil denizens, the city of Serenity, or Seren as she calls it, is a place of relief. It is a cool temperature, not too hot, not too cold, but warm with a gentle evening breeze. That’s the odd thing, it's always evening there, no matter when she has her fit, it is always evening in Seren. It is a calm city, surrounded by a huge body of water, and despite the fact that it is always evening influences its colour; it consists of deep purples, blues and blacks. There are huge towering buildings, libraries, coffee shops, offices, all staffed by silent, yet friendly, automatons. She doesn't class these as denizens, after all, they serve no purpose other than to fill the role of humans. They can't interact and remain completely still unless doing a job for Red. She likes the world here, and the only thing that disconcerts her are the eyes. Instead of lights that we have in the normal world, there are eyes. And rooms are prone to suddenly flicker into darkness when the eye blinks, due to the fact the eyes are like lights, they output a glow that is disturbed only by their blinking. They would be ok if she wasn't so afraid of sudden change and the darkness. That and the fact that the eyes follow your movement. It always feels as if someone is watching you.
deɴιzeɴѕ There are the 'mechanicarachnids' as she calls them, and the 'tree bears'. You can probably guess which ones are the good ones and which ones are the scary ones.
'Mechanicarachnids' are exactly as they sound. Great, big, mechanical spiders. There are a few huge ones, about five at her last count, these are great slow, lumbering beasts, but their legs double up as scissors, slicing and dicing whenever the spider moves. The only way to get rid of thse beasts is to trail them into water, they rust pretty fast, and if they're in the water for more than half a minute, they're gone. However, Red doesn't actually know how to kill these denizens yet, she's never had a need to. Although these giant spiders seem pretty deadly but they're not the worst. There are also some that are about a foot long, these are fairly common, fairly fast, but their squeaky, unoiled, scuttling noise gives them away. These ones latch on to your back and their sensory legs curl around your throat, the only way to get rid of them is to snap off their legs, easier said than done. And last but not least, the normal sized spiders, quite possibly the deadliest, and easily the quietest, the quickest and the most lethal, these ones you've got to watch out for. They have a pulsating sack on top of their back, usually in a purple, or even a red colour, this is filled with poison that will kill you in 49 seconds the instant it hits your blood stream. These little vipers aim to kill, and quickly. The only way to stop them is to grab their poison casket, hold them up and poke them in the soft, glowing circle of their belly. Poking spiders sounds easy enough right? But you rarely hear them or even see them before they get you, so you'd be lucky if you could even catch a glance before it bites you.
'Tree bears' look like topiary sculptures of teddy bears, except these bears are made of the spirit of nature and lumber around quit of their own volition. They are very wise creatures, always there to offer comfort when you need it. But that's exactly the thing, these serene, beautiful bears, are only ever their when the dreamer is in dire need. Red has only seen them a few times, but it is always very easy to wake from her fits when she cuddles into their arms. Also, as it turns out, a tree bear's presence wards off the mechanicarachnids, so even if Red cannot see the bear, if the spiders suddenly flee, she knows she is protected.
roѕe Red, well a deep maroon sort of red, but red all the same.
Red's rose is red. Yes, she probably has some deep inner sarcasm that decided this would be the colour of her rose, but after all, it is her favourite colour. She only has four petals on her rose at the moment, but she aims to gain some later.
power αɴd/or weαpoɴ[ѕ] Mental Photo Album and Bow and Arrows
Mental Photo Album - Basically, anything she sees in the dream world that is of interest, she can take a mental photo of, then, when she has some time to think she can look back through the photos she has taken and can see things in crystal clear clarity. In this sense, less is down to memory, and she can actually visualise things in front of her. Occasionally, in the real world she will end up sketching a hazy drawing of one of her mental photographs. Once, she found a very blurry photo of something resembling a log cabin in one of her drawers. Although this was a photograph of her house in the dream world, she merely assumed it was a newspaper clipping of some holiday resort from a magazine. She put it in the bin and dismissed it.
Bow and Arrows - Fairly self-explanatory really, albeit the arrows replenish whenever she uses them and they are poison tipped, other than that just a bog standard bow and arrow.

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нιѕтory
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нιѕтory She never felt like she belonged.
Red spent the first eleven years of her life in a foster home, and, as a consequence, never knew her parents.
She was actually a very nice, funny, gentle individual there, loving all the art and painting she was allowed to do and all the books she was allowed to read. It was when she was around ten years old that a prospective family started seeing her and taking her away for day trips, these meetings coincided with the beginning of her fits. She was only ten at the time, and so her opinion of that matter was dismissed as childishness, after all, this family had already successfully adopted on child, and they seemed just perfect for Red, or Ruby as she was known as then. Red's fits were dismissed as temper tantrums, after all, they only lasted a few minutes before she fell asleep, and after a year of battling and paperwork signing she was adopted out to the family.
The fits only got worse after that.
Her new 'family' tried to take care of her, but she hated them, with a passion, she had like the foster home, but calling her new 'parents' mum and dad just felt false and untrue to her. She really got violent with them. After a while they settled into an untidy routine, her becoming less and less of a person, and more and more of a shy little girl. She would stay holed up in her room, she wouldn't let them know about the fits, the pain they caused, she just told them they'd stopped. At the age of eighteen when she was no longer legally obliged to stay with them she packed up her things and fled. She went far far away into a whole new city, London. It was on that very rainy night that she came across Luke's bookstore, and it was on that very night her fits slowly got better and she managed to untangle her dreams. Nowadays she seems fully in control of them, she's even getting better at getting the denizens away, but her adoptive family still plague her mind on occasion, and it is on those nights that her fits really wrestle with her, taking hours and hours to fall into sleep.
ғαмιly She has no idea who her real family are. But her adoptive family are the Davies.
Juliet, her 'Mother',
Paul, her 'Father',
Daniel, her 'Brother' and
Eugene, her younger 'brother'.

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love
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love lιғe Single
There have been a few here and there, but never anyone really willing to love her and understand her, so, for this reason, she is single and looking for love
orιeɴтαтιoɴ She maintains the viewpoint 'Everyone is bisexual until they die' simply because she doesn't think you can ever truly know until all your days are over and you love life is reviewed.
crυѕн None yet.
вoyғrιeɴd/ɢιrlғrιeɴd None yet.
eхeѕ None of note.

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