first annual semi-lit+ club OC competition

[crescent + cheep]

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I don't suffer from insanity.
I enjoy every minute of it.
Insanity is a rational adjustment to the insane world, is it not?
Insanity, is my only means of relaxation.
Even if it means slaughter.
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Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?
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Give me a reason to turn and run
Give me a reason to burn this house down
Give me a reason I wish you would
I wish you would
Wish you would

Give me a reason for disaster
And I’ll be happy ever after
Give me a reason I wish you would
I wish you would
Wish you would
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name
Liri Karis Dixon
{ lee-ree kay-ris dix-on }
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age
30
{ 4th of October }

gender
female
{ and happy with it }

class
genetically altered
{ since she was 4 }

personality
Liris mind is consumed by cruel thoughts of the next disruption she will cause, the next injury she'll paint. Her workspace is her home and she laughs as she works on her cruel art. Sometimes, she'll draw innocent landscapes, flowers or animals, but usually she paints people with injuries, or aches and pains, enjoying the pain she will inflict on the people she draws when she is done. Liri will then leave the house to find her victims and watch their suffering. She doesn't care about others, ignoring their feelings or opinions. Over the years of discrimination, she has acquired a strong self-preservance instinct, and coupled with her lack of consideration for others means she won't sacrifice herself for anyone except in some very, very rare incidents. You might say that genetic surgery has not only messed with her mind but made her lose it, and in a way it has - she has occasional bouts of laughter or depression, or temporarily forgets her identity, or goes into mad sprees of making dolls, lining them up, and stabbing them with needles like a xylophone player. Once a happy-go-lucky, friendly and social young woman with a sadistic streak, she is now a slightly bitter, unsocial [mostly because of discrimination], and has more than just a streak of sadism, and she sees no reason to be friendly to people who have mutated and discriminated her. Her imagination is both a refuge and a tool. Her paints, her pen, her pastels are her way of expression, and her way of harm. The dolls she crafts are beautiful, with great attention to detail, yet are used to imitate hurting people. Liri hasn't a strong physic, but her strong nerves and endurance often make up for it. She isn't the talkative person she was before she was altered, keeps to herself and observes others, rather than interacting with them. She also brands their looks into her mind to paint them later on if she hasn't the tools at hand. Overall, Liri doesn't live in harmony with herself, only with her little mentality; bitter and feeling rebellious, against humans and mutants alike. She doesn't care that her demeanor makes things worse for her sometimes, but being the lowest of the low means things cannot get worse, and they don't seem like they'll get better anytime soon. Liri feels mutated, which she is, but she feels somewhat like a monster sometimes, an abomination that should never have been, she hates that her organism is modified, and no longer in her natural state. She loves nature, and wishes to leave the city, but there are more refuges there, and she manages to have a shelter to do her art, but she usually carries her utensils around, because they are the things most precious to her, and come largely from the time in the family that adopted her and pampered her with pens, paper, pastels and the like. One of her passions is dancing, something she learnt from watching others do so, looking through windows and copying, learning slowly without a partner. Liri spends her time writing, imagining horrific scenes, finding food and finding music to listen to, dancing all along.

orientation
asexual
{ Or rather, aromantic. She doesn't feel romantically or sexually attracted towards anyone }

abilities
voodoo
{ Liri has a power similar to voodoo. She can injure people by writing about them having an injury or an ache. It sometimes goes wrong, and hits the wrong person or people if she isn't specific enough with her work. Being a sadist, she doesn't mind these escapades, and laughs at them when goes to find her victims to watch them suffer and sometime increase it with a pen and paper at hand. Her powers are more controllable than usual, maybe from the calm demeanor it takes to use them, but nevertheless she often makes mistakes, but as her aims, so to speak, are general disruption and pain, she doesn't mind in the least. }

history
Liri was born in the slums on a warm October day, with only plastic bins and fallen leaves to comfort her mother. For two years, she and her mother lived in a small shelter, searching for food, and later for work, strived for every single dropped penny, every untouched meal left to rot, old mattresses and blankets to keep warm. Somehow, she survived those first few years with her mother, but after than, the situation became dire - there wasn't enough food, her mother was getting weak, as she gave almost everything to Liri. By chance, they met the rebels, who quickly understood the situation and offered to take Liri in and feed and accommodate her, and in return the gave her mother money to live, promising her daughter a better life, but proclaiming that they didn't have the space to take in her mother as well. After long debates, with Liri unsure what was going on, her mother consented, and from that day on she was in the care of the rebels. They treated her well, but the experiments soon began, and by the time she was four years old, they had made her a mutant. Or rather - a faint copy of the grandeur and skill the mutants possessed. They hoped Liri, along with many others, would help them win the war, counting on the fact that at her age, she wouldn't realize what was going on and obey them without question. Unfortunately for them, Liri as inquisitive, as all toddlers, wanted to know the why an where of everything, and throughout the remaining years of war, she kept to herself, left alone as a failed experiment. As the war ended, the institution fell apart around her, but she managed to escape, her small size at the age of four favoring her. Afterwards, she managed to be taken on by a family, due to her rather cute looks, and a lie about how she had gotten the scars on different parts of her body. For some time she managed to keep her powers secret, but as she tested and discovered her abilities [as the rebels had taught her how to write, because they new her ability], the family eventually found out, and she was kicked out of the house at the age of ten. She somehow survived through stealing food, making people suffer and while they were carted off to hospital, breaking into their houses and taking what she needed, thus evolving a tactical mind. Eventually, in her mid-teens, she found a shelter to live in, and she has lived there for her life until this point, and although her physic suggests otherwise, her eyes tell of many things seen and done [Liri looks about 25].






© for lyrics goes to The Killers - Human and Three Days Grace - Reason
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© for writing goes to infinite stars

[Make_a__Scene]

It's early in the morning,
I'm laughing at the sun.
My mirror disappoints me.
Am I the only one?


name:
Shiloh

age:
28

gender:
Male

class:
Spliced

abilities:
Shiloh's "ability" is more of a physical deformity. He has an extremely small frame, nearly skeletal. When relaxed, several bones actually poke up from under his skin, usually joints and his spinal column. He is extremely flexible, as if he has no muscles and his tendons and ligaments have infinite elasticity. Often he walks on his hands and the balls of his feet, finding it more comfortable and easier on his body.

personality:
Shiloh is a lay-low kind of guy, which works out since he's so low on the social ladder. He's a background type and will keep to himself unless otherwise sought out. That being, he isn't particularly boring or static, either. In fact, he has a minor case of manic depression as well as ADHD. He does what he needs to survive, nothing more, nothing less. If that happens to be using people for various reasons, so be it. Shiloh has difficulty distinguishing right and wrong in a world such as this; he always has.

history:
Shiloh was a test tube baby, created in an experimental medical laboratory, along with who-knows-how-many others, in hopes that humans could somehow gain leverage over their oppressors. Their experiments weren't very successful, and unfortunately, Shiloh was a failure even among failures. They'd merely created a living skeleton with a suit of skin. He was placed in an orphanage with other kids just as revolting as him. It wasn't long, however, before he was on his own. No parents, no family, no friends, just people who would come and go. Most of whom would treat him as no more than vile filth. He's waiting for that to change, although doubts it ever will in his lifetime.

Within his early development, he found crawling to be easier on his bones. It was easier on his bones and he was able to move faster, which came in handy when fleeing. His unique form of movement involves the balls of his feet and his hands; his above-average flexibility assures that no energy is wasted, thereby minimizing awkwardness. Though his crawling is not awkward, it is far from graceful, and more of what nightmares are made of. Moving this way soon became a habit for him and is now just as, if not more, natural as bipedal walking. When around other people, though - mostly strangers - he tries his best to walk flat-footed on his own two feet. This proves to be harder than it sounds, especially if he has been crawling for an extended period of time.

Shiloh mostly stays out of everyone's way when he can help it; he prefers the outskirts of towns where people seldom travel. Since he's been on his own for the majority of his life, he doesn't have trouble seeing people come and go.

anything else:
I probably covered anything that would have gone here in the history section.

[Artesian]

name: Evangeline (Angie) Tomi Hastings, or Dr. Hastings

age: 35

gender: Female

class: Human with a mutant grandfather.

abilities: Dr. Hastings is a plastic surgeon with connections into both the underground and into mutant society. She specializes in body re-sculpting in medically dubious ways according to the specifications of the client. With her small dose of mutant genes, she is close to the upper class of the world, but she also has connection she has cultivated with the powerful in the rot beneath the gilded mutant crust.

appearance: Dr. Hastings has a scattering of mutant genes from her grandfather, who was a general in the war against homo sapiens. She is slightly plump, dark skinned (a mix of African and French genes), and has a surprisingly flawed face for someone who used to make her living as a plastic surgeon making others more beautiful. It's lovely, in an artistic way, but her nose is too long, her jaw too firm and hard, and her cheekbones too high and austere. The lines in her face lend themselves to frowning and blank expressions, and smiles don't seem to fit very naturally around her eyes. Her hair is curly and dark brown, but cut midway down her neck in a mass of unruly ringlets. It's usually held back in an aluminium circle out of her way. She has expensive, but not ostentatious, tastes, and tends to dress formally in almost all situations. In general, Angie appears human, a standard human. However, in two important respects, her superior genes shine through. She has sharp teeth, like those of a shark (they keep growing and falling out like one as well), which give her smile a predatory and frightening quality. The skin on her hands and arms is mottled in peculiar scale like patterns in blurry speckles of deep brown and swampy green, and the texture of her hands feels peculiarly rough and hard in patches, especially on her knuckles and the heel of her hand.

current situation: Dr. Hastings is a gateway. She's the shark that your mother always told you to stay away from. You can buy what you want the most from her, but the cost may be more than you thing. Angie is a plastic surgeon who specializes in a rather illegal and risky field: splice and mutant surgery. She can take a splice-baby and, in some cases, make them appear like a normal human to the casual eye, for a price. As most of her clients are fairly poor and have nothing but potential, she sometimes offers to help them out of the goodness of her heart. Bull cr*p. She is a blackmailer. She's fixed up and, with the help of her Hacker partner in crime, given splice-babies a new past, identity, appearance and home. When and if they succeed in life and garner power, fame or fortune, she comes out of their past and demands payment for her kind help all those years ago. She lives well off the fear of exposure.

personality: Dr. Hastings is greedy, driven, intelligent, sociopathic, and riddled with self-doubt. She is a diagnosed functional sociopath. She can fake sincerity and social graces like a talent actress, and to her casual acquaintances she appears pretty much normal. She loves money, expensive things, and having power over people. She is never cruel for cruelty's sake, but her obsessive focus on money and her method of getting it can be heartless in appearance. Angie doesn't make friends so much as draw people she finds useful and enjoyable into her influence with her wealth and social graces. She view everyone, especially splice-babies, as things and not people. However, with her self-centred and possessive drives, she hides a deep insecurity about her origins and genetics.

history: Angie's paternal grandfather was a general in the last war, and (though ailing) is still powerful in political and military spheres. She considers herself to be mostly human, and inferior to the mutants like her grandfather, which chews away at her inside like a parasite. She is technically 1/4 mutant, and only a few of her genes differ from homo sapien. Her parents were deeply associated with politics and the military: her father (half mutant) was a captain in the Mutant Allied Air Force, and her mother was a sympathetic homo sapien artist and activist.

Unfortunately, during the war, her father was killed in battle, and her mother was assassinated soon after. From the age of two, she knew only her grandfather, aunts, uncles and the servants who raised her. In those chaotic times, she received little attention beyond what was required, and almost no affection. She received rejection and distaste from both the full-blooded mutants and the homo sapiens. She considered herself ugly growing up, and hated the way she looked. She studied to be a nurse, then a doctor, and finally specialized in plastic surgery. Her interest in appearances and how much they signalled led her to increasingly more experimental and peculiar work.

After she left her home, supported absent-mindedly by her grandfather (preoccupied with his full mutant children), she made her living by the standard fare of a plastic surgeon: breast enhancements, facial resculpting, hormone therapy, weight loss and addition, etc. She grew bored with the fare, though, and soon took on a border-line illegal patient, removing the hair follicles on the face of a splice baby to allow her to pass as human. She found she enjoyed this subversive and well-paying job much more interesting then inserting bags of silicone gel into mammary glands.

She accumulated ties to the poorer classes and finally partnered up with a do-gooder hacker to give the damaged people new lives. After one person in particular made it big with a singing career, she turned to blackmail, and has since made it a part of her business (the most profitable part).

She has no one that she is particularly close to.

other: To elaborate on her parentage and history: Her grandfather was a mutant before the war. He remembers what it was like before the mutants were on top, when he was a freak of sorts. He's pretty old now (seventy-seven) and treated with respect by the other mutant upper-class. He has had several children. The first boy was by a normal human woman, and is Angie's father. The others were born a decade or so later, and are by a full-blooded mutant woman. (These are Angie's aunts and uncles). Her grandfather was very proud of his half-blood son, and his son considered himself mostly mutant. He married a human woman and had Angie, before being killed in action.

I figure the social structure of the world nowadays is like this:

Mutants (full blooded)
Part mutants
Humans who were pro-mutant during the war.
Humans who were anti-mutant during the war.
Neutral Humans.
Humans who were anti-mutant in the war.
Splice Babies.

Angie has the protection of her grandfather right now, who still views her father as his favourite child. When he passes away, she'll lose some of the prestige she has. Mutants view her as a mixed breed, but still better than a common human.

Timeline:

77 years ago: Gpa is born
55 years ago: Angie's father is born (gpa is 22)
37 years ago: War starts (pa is 18) (gpa is 40)
35 years ago: Angie is born (pa is 20)(gpa is 42)
33 years ago: Angie's father's plane gets shot down. (pa is 22) (gpa is 44)(Angie is 2)
31 years ago: Angie's mother is assassinated (Angie is 3)
27 years ago: War ends (gpa is 50) (Angie is 8)
17 years ago: Angie turns 18. (gpa is 60)
10 years ago: Angie completes her studies.
Present day: Angie is 35, Gpa is 77.

[lycr]

[Ａｌｅｋｏ · Ｔｏｌｓｔｏｙ]
[ａｇｅ 23] [ｍａｌｅ] [ｍｕｔａｎｔ]
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[ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ]
Gifted by his mutant DNA, Aleko is capable of manipulating gravity acting on objects in a range of up to 50 meters in radius, yet not disturb the rest of gravitational force. It can be seen as psychokinesis, but it is quite different. Under full power potential, he can make things move without touching them, snatch things from people without using his hands fairly easily, make persons or objects float, drastically add weight to something that normally wouldn't be seen as heavy or vice versa. When used under full power, the movement will be so quick that it will resemble teleportation. There are a few catches. First, the user of his ability has to make direct eye contact for the command to be followed. Eye contact in reflective surfaces is sufficient enough for the effect to occur. When active at the weakest strength, he could go at it for around a good 10 seconds at maximum. When used under full power, who knows? His ability gets better with practice, which he evidently doesn't engage in, as when manipulation is active, it strains his body and mind heavily, impacting the rest of his day with hunger and tiredness. Because of this, Aleko is a big eater.
[ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ]
An INTJ in personality, Aleko is a highly intelligent individual who lives in the world of ideas, planning, and strategics. Aleko is known for having a very stoic, nonchalant, and uncaring personality. Despite his powerful ability, Aleko has little idea how to actually use it to his advantage, as he had not used it for around a decade now. If pressured, it would only be worse for him. Sometimes, just simply out of boredom and if he had nothing to do, he would float objects for his amusement, but that wreaked havoc on his body. Aleko rarely finds time for love or lusting after things or people, but he has a love for interesting people. He enjoys watching them and documenting. Because of past events, Aleko plays it for the side of the human, believing that the government would never work out here. He had a strong will and opinion, and had some degree of knowledge. He was prejudiced and his ego was too high, as he underestimated the power of numeracy. He is very cold and tactical, yet extremely lazy, frequently putting off work in favor of hobbies, waving off the official and the assigned. Because of these faults, Aleko has very few friends or people he goes for in help. He underestimates the power of friendship, and never goes out of his way to try and forge relationships unless the secondary party makes the first move. Even then, he is relatively closed off to the prospect of other people entering his life, so he keeps human interaction simple, short, and sweet.

[ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ]
He was born into the family of a wealthy political family on March 9th, four years after the war. (As we know, those families, even in today's setting, are full of corruption.) Anyways, yes. As all heirs to large sums of money, the boy spent his early childhood being coddled and spoiled. When the parents realized their mistake and saw that the kid as a lazy and unprepared to take on official business as heir, he was hastily dropped in the care of the maid's family and sent to public school. Really, a common tactic for desperate and the extremely rich families, that's for sure. When he came into the house of the maid, he had been arrogant, bratty, and, in his opinion, completely entitled to look down on them.It was also in the first couple weeks of this that he learnt how to use his power, and he abused it as often as he liked by shoplifting and being as defiant as ever, later on because of energy drainage, going on to sleep for hours upon hours, and then waking to consume copious amounts of food. He didn't get punished for the shoplifting, the human caregivers did. As he lived with them, though, he started to find out more about them--the stocky, cheerful patriarch had been a musical man, released from jail fifteen years ago for an unjust reason. He was not a danger to anyone as far as Aleko could tell, and this was the man who introduced Aleko to the family's greatest possession: the piano. The smiling and cheerful matriarch, the mother of the maid that cared for them, had been a poor girl from a poor family. "Are all families this bad in condition?" The child had wondered, aghast at their living conditions. The answer to this question, though, would not come to him until five years later.

In the summer eleven years after the great war, the year in which his eighth birthday had been celebrated and a year since he came into the house of the maids and learned how to play on their piano, was the year when he started to see her around at the playground in which he frequents. The 'her' was a human girl of eight years of age, and he probably would have done something downright nasty to her if he had been younger and more spiteful, but he stayed his distance and watched her for a while. He watched her draw beautiful pictures on her sketchbook. One day, she had bought a canvas and on it came alive a secondary world sculpted by beautiful landscape, a world of birds and trees and ponds and little woodland creatures. Aleko had sat and watched, enchanted. "Would you like to draw with me?" She had asked smilingly as she handed him a pencil crayon from the pocket of her suspender pants. Greatly taken back by this, he nodded and crouched beside her in the grass, raising a tentative purple crayon to the whiteness of the canvas. "Not bad." She had said cheerfully. At first, it had been like that, small bursts of conversation usually initiated by her. He showed her the piano. In the following year, she had been the guest of honor at his ninth birthday party. "Al" had been the name that she--that Charlotte- had for him. When his parents noted that he was taught the art of humility and thoughtfulness, they sent word to have him delivered back to the house. Aleko, never one to believe in sad goodbyes, took Charlotte out on an outing that day, the one day in their lives when he, Aleko, had been Al, and she, a human girl Charlotte, had been Charlie. They went to a zoo, a public park, and had dinner together. He left the following morning, stepping back into a shiny, golden, rotten, corrupted world.

Even after he returned to his parents' house, he continued to write letters to Charlotte and his maid's family, letters to the people that he had spent the last few years in life with. It was never the same, though. When they finally lost contact, he decided to spend his first day free to visit her. At eleven years old, he meant to pull Charlotte along behind him and show her his real home, the home with the large hallway and his own bedroom and his own piano. They spent the first half of their day talking excitedly and catching up to each other's lives, and then he was ready to take her to his house. "Are you sure that this is safe?" She had asked him as he showed her the quickest route to their house, the route in which lots of mutants were known to live after the war, and sentiments against homo sapiens were high. Aleko, as ignorant as ever, nodded and insisted. They were almost there before getting stopped by a gang of indignant and ruthless mutants, the people that Aleko considered his acquaintances. He had watched, frozen, as they got stopped. Charlotte had taken a few fists to the face before he broke out of his anger-induced paralysis. He tried to use his powerful, even by mutant standards, ability to stop them, but prior to this, he had not used it for three years. He did stop them, using his ability to pull the bully apart from her. He could not have controlled the power, and instead of pulling him off his friend, he shot him into a building, successfully knocking the other boy out. The exhaustion was incomprehensible, and he had fallen backwards and collapsed. This episode his parents made it clear that he wasn't going to forget easily, and he was barred from human contact and given power continence training courses, which he would often skip out on.

Later, when contact with humans had been forbidden by his parents, he mulled over books and paintings and piano as a lonely student. A brilliant one, nonetheless. The school he was sent to in high school was mutant-only. He studied and got excellent grades, was moderately social, and spent most of his time doing normal student things, but was still lonely. Nostalgia was all he had, now. All the books he had read are usually books from the underground that he would get from human-owned bookstores, politics-related, about what exactly the government is doing. How cruel they were. How none of this could have happened. Throughout school, he thought of this, but didn't put any plan to action. He was about to take a political science course in university to go after the career path of his parents, but after not getting into it, he spent time away from his parents, and instead of staying with them and taking his course, he went the other direction and got his own apartment, cutting off ties with them for a year or so.

[light.]

name:
darcan jae tucman

age:
27

gender:
male

class:
human

abilities:
none

personality:
darcan is not afraid to say he's a bit self absorbed, caring only about himself and not even his own family. like many humans living in slavery, he supports the regime. many would say he was been brain washed, but he believes it's the best thing: no more war, no pain unless you break the rules. passive is an adequate word for him: if a bunch of mutants decide to get violent with him, he'll just lie on the floor and wait. no temper or rage, he knows it's stupid and irrational. what's the point? they're smarter, faster, stronger and far more powerful than him. darcan is not the cleverest, but he knows when he has a chance and when he doesn't. one of his biggest flaws is the low concept he has about himself. although he's not ugly, he believes he's worth nothing, and won't stand against the ones insulting him.

he knows the regime surely has investigated him once, but he tries to do his best. sometimes he cries himself to sleep because he doesn't know what else to do to please the regime and the mutants. darcan has the mutants as divinities, deities in a shrine he can only clean to keep it immaculate. there are some things that bother him, objects such as wool or slate, or emotions such as pessimistic attitudes or discouraging comments. he knows the society and how it works, and knows there's no way to change it, but they must carry on, because the humans must survive, even in the worst conditions.

history:
nothing remarkable. darcan was little when the war finished, just a few days old. the war officially ended when he was eleven days old. humans didn't celebrate the end of the war, they knew it would mean slavery for them, but darcan grew accustomed to it, so it doesn't really bothers him. sometimes he just wonders how live would be without mutants. but his mother wasn't of the same opinion, and she was punished by the regime. that gave the whole family a lesson. now, she's mentally unstable and lives with dracan on the suburbs. dracan's father ran away at the end of the war, but he doesn't judge him, he would have done the same thing.

darcan has to do many house works apart from his former job, since his mother is ill: her lungs are partially collapsed and needs oxygen 20 hours a day. that means she cannot cook or make efforts such as sweeping, cleaning, making the beds, etc. that makes him also kind of a maniac, and tries to keep things very clean -so his mother doesn't inhale corrupted air- and almost perfect. his mother calls him a perfectionist, but when she's not trying to correct whatever he's doing he's calling him coward for not standing against the regime and leading a revolution against it. darcan is tired of repeating her they would kill him and with him gone, no one would take care of her and she'd die too.

he have heard of his father before: tall and strong, a man ladies would die for, and he chose fragile helenna, his mother. there used to be many photos of him around the house before the regime, but when it was implanted his face was cut from every picture. his mother doesn't even talk about him, knowing his surely dead and remembering him as another coward. darcan grew up without a masculine role model, and had no relationship with any women. he works as a fast food cashier and occasionally as a deliveries boy.

anything else:
i couldn't find a better picture, so take away the tattoos, the ear pierce and the clock and you have him

[eden .]

alright, that should be all the forms that were pm'd over. stay tuned, guys. since there are only 5 of you, we can probably afford to take more time if you want it. ^^;;

[eden .]

sorry about the delay guys, but the prompt is finally up at the front! you have 2 weeks ^^
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[eden .]

hi guys 2/3 people that are actually still active on CS asked for extensions and I couldn't get on but I'm back now so if you want to have a week or two more, then go ahead I didn't read any of the submissions after I saw 66% wanted extensions.
you might want to pm them to kiro and hikari or smamm instead of me though b/c my attendance on this site is waning fast |: