[A Chicken]

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[☣ Chernobyl ☢]

{ This will be all over soon.
Pour salt into the open wound. }

Username: Volatile Clockhands
Name: Darion (Rian for short)
Gender: Male
Favorite song: Breath - Breaking Benjamin
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Reserved~ <3

[Monstercat]

You enter a white room. You can't remember how you got there. You're completely blank. You don't recall anything. You're completely alone in this white room.

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Oh wait, you realise, you were not alone. You look around the room and find a grey coloured bean staring into the corner of the two white walls. You completely forget his question and begin to study his appearance. He is sitting down completely upright and stiff, almost like he's been sitting in that exactly position for decades. His fur, ruffled but with an odd sense of being clean. His black horns seemed to gleam with a royal purple shine.

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Oops, you forgot about the bean's question. You state your name. But it seems like he didn't hear you. He just continues to stare blankly at the corner. You state your name again, but he still stares at the corner. You walk up to him cautiously. You nervously reach out to touch the beans shoulder. But when you were just centimetres away from touching him, he whips his head around.

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You jump backwards in fright. He begins to move but still keeps and eye on you. You scramble back faster and faster but he continues to move closer and closer to you and still looking as blank as ever. You back up into a corner but the bean continues to move forwards. He put his face right up against yours. You can feel his hot breath on your face. His dark eyes fixated on yours. He opens his mouth.

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He hugs you. You feel utterly confused. You thought the bean was going to attack you but he doesn't. He continues hugging for at least 5 minutes. He eventually lets go. You sit there in silence as he stares blankly at you. And then he smiles. It was the first time you had ever seen him display some sort of emotion. You are officially creeped out and make a run for the door. You try and open the door but it is jammed shut.

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He repeats this over and over again until you stop struggling to open the door. He cautiously walks up to you and looks deeply into your eyes. He almost looks forlorn.

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You look sadly at the bean. It was obvious that he hasn't seen or met anyone alive for a long time. You gently move your hand towards his snout. You stroke his soft fur. You ask him what his name is.

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You look down at your feet and sigh. Poor thing, who would name their son that? You search the room. It was pretty bare. Except for the office desk which had been plonked down right in the middle of the room. Critical Error walks back to his corner looking pretty pleased with himself. Well, actually he was still looking blankly at the corner but oh well. You walk up to the table. There were a bunch of files. These were all Critical Errors files.

SUBJECT 60123
STATUS REPORT - AUGUST

GIVEN NAME:
UNKNOWN

GENDER:
MALE

AGE:
25 YEARS

BIRTHDATE:
27TH OF AUGUST 1987

SPECIES:
JELLYBEAN DRAGON

MEDICAL REPORT:
Appears to be HEALTHY. Is a bit UNDERWEIGHT (140 kilograms) for his HEIGHT (157 centimetres) but can be arranged to be put on a HIGH CARBOHYDRATE diet. Has no obvious PHYSICAL DEFECTS. THE SUBJECT'S Medical history states that he has been implanted with a PERSONALITY CORE for testing reasons. It is unknown whether it has been CORRUPTED and may be the reason for having MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES. Tests should be conducted for symptoms.

It is unknown whether the TEST SUBJECT is lonely. Has been known to talk to SENTRY TURRETS. Is unknown whether this has developed into SCHIZOPHRENIA. Tests should be conducted. Is recommended to be tested with another SUBJECT.

PERSONALITY CORES Are used for changing the PERSONALITY of the TEST SUBJECT for tests to determine if the test could be done differently if was tested by a different SUBJECT.

STATUS REPORT:

SUBJECT is deemed healthy for TESTING. Though, should be wary about his PERSONALITY CORE as it may be CORRUPTED and may test INCORRECTLY.

THE SUBECT has been told numerous times that he has no name, therefore should refer to himself as 60123. Subject rejects idea and still refers to himself as CRITICAL ERROR. It is believed that he has spent time in testing chambers with SENTRY TURRETS. Therefore, his testing program with the SENTRY TURRETS has been DECOMMISSIONED.

IT IS ADVISED THAT THE SUBJECT MUST ONLY BE USED FOR TESTING UNDER CERTAIN CONDITIONS.

You're so engrossed with reading all of Critical Error's paper's you don't notice that Critical pulls out a radio, Yeah, you think it is nicer that you call him Critical. You hear static and whip your head around. Critical is fiddling around with the radio. It's about the size of his paw. Conveniently pouch sized. He turns the knob



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[Adallina]

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[Drakongeist]

~d[-_-]b~ <- lol headphones ftw

"You want to get to know me? Whatever, its your time that's wasting away."

.:Username; WhiteFire Raven
.:Name; Hadrian Melanchthon
.:Pronunciation; Hae-drien ~ Mel-ahn-ke-thon
.:Gender; Male
.:Age; 19 | Nineteen and Eleven Months
.:Birthday; November 9th
.:Star Sign; Scorpio ♏
As a Scorpio, Hadrian pursuits to survive all opposition, and often feels like the world is against him. He wears steel bands with his stone representative, the topaz. His zodiac sign gives him strength and resilience, thought this also means he can at times be stubborn.
.:Nicknames; Melanchthon being his last name, is rarely used, so most just call him Hadrian, unless addressing him formally, though in such cases, being laid-back and careless, he just rolls his eyes and says 'Continue'. His companions Wolf, Nite and Kali call him 'Hades', which is the name of the god of the underworld in Greek mythology. This habit was started by Wolf in one of her childish scenarios, when they first met him. She sais it's because he acts really creepy and never laughs, like anyone would behave if they spent their whole lives surrounded by ghosts. He's not terribly fond of the name, but she refuses to call him anything else until he laughs, for her. He puts up with the nickname, even though he despises it, he would rather do so than fulfill her wish.

.:Reasoning; 'Hadrian' is a Latin name meaning dark, and his second name Melanchthon means 'Dark Earth'. I thought this name had an eerie but suiting ring to it, It makes me think of the mysterious, dark dragon whom it now belongs to. Then there is also the fact that it sounds like a formal, gothic, higher-class name, the kind that would belong to a member of a wealthy family, as Hadrian does, believe it or not. I found that not only did this name suit him through its meaning, but it was simply perfect for his position, and overall it was a beautiful name.

"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." ~ Berthold Auerbach

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.:Favorite Song;
✦ Hysteria - by Muse

.:Other Songs;
✦ Uprising - by Muse
✦ Time is Running Out - by Muse
✦ Monster - by Skillet
✦ Falling Inside the Black - by Skillet
✦ Ultra Numb - Blue Stahli
✦ 115 - Elena Seigman
✦ Dark Ages - Two Steps From Hell
✦ Black Heart - Two Steps From Hell
✦ Juggernaut - Two Steps From Hell

.:What Music is to Me;
It used to be nothing more than a distraction. I would turn it up so that all I could hear was the beating of drums and the ring of voices. In this manner, I did not listen to, I could not listen to my own miserable thoughts. It was just the barrier I used to hide my emotions. Then the time came when I met people who did not know of the problems I was trying to forget and run from. They did not know of my fortune or trauma, and they did not care. I could talk and socialize without the dread of having to face those things again. I no longer needed to create that barrier, but then I didn't know what to think. All I had ever let myself think of was the music, and I couldn't let that go. But bringing back the music was creating a barrier that I no longer needed. So they taught me not to think of it as a barrier. I felt a connection with the whispers and roars that echoed through my head, one that I had never felt before. It was a part of me, and now it always will run in my blood. Music is now more important to me than I had ever imagined anything could be. It is my life ~

"Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness."
~ Maya Angelou

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✦ Problem Solving
✦ Literature
✦ Pretending
✦ Persuading
✦ Reading Music
✦ Writing Music
✦ Fast Learner
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.:Likes;
✦ Rock Music
✦ Reading
✦ Writing
✦ Dragon Fruit
✦ The Color Green
✦ Few Friends
✦ His iPod
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✦ To Play An Instrument
✦ To Be 'Normal'
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✦ Cannot Play Instruments
✦ Terrible Singing Voice
✦ Panics When Crowded
✦ Shows Little Emotion
✦ Often Stubborn
✦ Sucker For Marshmallows
✦ Talks Very Little
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✦Crowded Places
✦ Personal Questions
✦ Complete Solitude
✦ Being Given Nicknames
✦ Others Exploiting His Wealth
✦ Cold/Wet Weather
✦ Very Bright/Light Places
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✦ Complete Solitude
✦ Expressing His Emotions
✦ Being Used For His Riches
✦ Being Alone In The World
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.:Personality;

Serious | Level Headed | Stubborn | Anti-social | Irritable

Hadrian can at times he cold and humorless, glaring at or ignoring his companions when they try to lighten the mood. He prefers not to waste time, and get strait to the point when having a conversation, as he isn't too comfortable when socializing, and just wants to get it over and done with. This side of him however is caused by a combination of an empty social life and being raised to have a strict personality and behave in a 'proper' manner at all times, though he ditches the posh attitude the second it is no longer required of him.

He always thinks things through before taking action, being careful to consider all the possibilities that his behavior may result in. Sometimes in stressful situations this can lead to him over thinking things and confusing and frustrating himself even further, and this can cause him to make rash, careless and even moronic decisions which come back to bite him later. In such cases, once he has realized his mistake, he is able to clear his head ad usually repair any damage he has caused.

His intelligence and personality mean that he hates being on the loosing side of any argument, and refuses to accept when someone manages to prove him wrong. He finds it difficult to consider and take in the opinions of other, but he had spent most of his life not knowing and not caring. He was not used to letting others in, and its not something that can be turned around in a day. His friends are usually able to understand this, but they try and push him into opening up.

Because he spent his whole life pushing others away, the sudden turn around can at times come as a shock, and he has trouble interacting with others. If spoken too first he will reply, but is rarely one to start a conversation. He hates crowded places and being asked personal questions, about him or his friends and family. He does want company though, he likes having his few friends, he just feels uncomfortable being around lots of other people.

He loves his music more than anything. He is always listening to it, even when it's not playing in the real world the words are echoing in his head. He loves everything about music, it is like a part of him, but he cannot play nor sing for his life. He is a great composer, he can write the music, he can hear every beat, melody and harmony clearly in his head, and put it onto paper, but he can't create the sounds in the real world. It is all he wants to be able to do this, to play an instrument or be able to sing. To make real music.

.:Relations;
✦ Favored Merchant; Vasilis - Sells him his favorite exotic fruits, and small treasures if he has them.
✦ Mutual Friend; Kaiden - Understanding and quiet, someone he can relate to.
✦ Mutual Friend; Kali - Sometimes hangs out with their little 'group'.
✦ Mutual Friend; Lunae - Irritating but loved, like a little sister.
✦ Best Friend; Neoma - Trusted with his secrets but not with his valuables.
(Permission received from all necessary)

"Madness is not a state of mind, it is a place. Let's go there, shall we?" ~ Alice Madness Returns

Kreetchur is a true mystery. This strange, little shadow sometimes appears when it is dark and Hadrian is alone. He seems to disappear into the darkness when someone else comes into Hades' presence. This could be either because he is shy and only seems to trust Hadrian because he is quiet and motionless, or because if he is a figure of his imagination; A mirage that Hadrian subconsciously created to keep him company in his darker times when he felt alone. It may never really be known to us what he is and why he appears. Kreetchur doesn't speak and only seems to make He also seems to have the ability to make his body physical at times or turn into a black mass of shadow.


.:About Kreetchur;
Name Meaning: Misspelled form of 'Creature'.
Nickname: Kree, Kreetch
Gender: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Species: Hadrian refers to him as a Shadow Sprite, though he's not certain what he really is.

.:Page from Hadrian's Journal;

Tuesday, October 11th

The strangest thing happened just now. I was laying on my bed with the curtain's drawn and my music turned up, the sky was pale and grey so there wasn't much light coming through. I was particularly tired but I couldn't sleep, so I found myself gazing around the room. Then I noticed a pair of bright golden eyes glaring back at me from the shadows. I had never noticed them before. Was that because they hadn't been there or because I had never taken the time to look around closely into the darkness before? I lay there motionless for some time. The eyes stayed motionless with me, not even blinking. I wondered if they were even eyes at all? I had no Idea what I was looking at. Then finally from the shadows, the small, black creature emerged, confirming my original belief.

"What creature..." It blinked for the first time since I had seen it, and slowly crawled closer. He... I assumed it was a he... I watched him reach the blankets draping down over the side of my bed, and with his tiny claws he climbed, and sat on the bed beside me. We both stared at each other for a long time. I could not tell you now how long. I could not even hear the music roaring in my ears anymore, it was just a silence echoing in the back of my head. I dared not move, for fear of frightening it and causing it to run away. But he showed no fear, so slowly I reached for my shoulder and turned off the music, before pulling the headphones down from my ears to sit around my neck.

He tilted his head curiously like a puppy. And slowly raised a paw to step forward, so to move closer to me. When he was comfortable with the thought that I would not hurt him, he curled up beside me with his back pressed against my arm. He felt surprisingly warm, I had not expected such a thing from a shadow. I could not take my eyes off him, nor stop thinking about him. "What is he? Where did he come from? Why does he feel so comfortable around me?" Then it hit me, and I rested my head across my own arms, enjoying the moment. This was the first real company I had had in a long time... I could hear him. He gave off this faint humming, a sound very hard to describe. It was like thousands of voices whispering ever so softly at the same time, and it was soothing, relaxing, like my music.

I laid there enjoying my company for around an hour, it was peaceful, and reassuring to know that I wasn't alone. Then my bedroom door knocked. It startled me and I raised my head, then looked down at my friend, but by then I could only just see him vanishing into the darkness. "Wait! Don't leave..." But he was already gone. My mother opened the door and the light from the hallway created a river of light which flooded into my room. She came in to say that she was back and would be in her office if I needed her. I couldn't help but think hateful, angry thoughts. "Why do I need to know? I'm old enough to take care of myself I don't need you anymore! Even when I did need you you weren't there for me! Even if I needed you now it doesn't matter where you are your going to ignore me because your too buisy! And now you've scared away the only one who has ever been there for me! GO AWAY!" I wanted to scream so much at her, my heart and mind were roaring at me to let it out. But I swallowed my rage and silently nodded. If I tried to say anything it wouldn't come out very friendly. She closed the door and my room was dark again.

I turned my gaze back to the shadows where I had first seen him. It made me longing but happy. I pulled my headphones up and turned my music back on. I knew I would be seeing him again.

"I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more." ~ William Wordsworth

Hadrian comes from a rather wealthy family, but he suffered a lonely childhood, if you can even call it such a thing. His parents cared for him, but they were often too busy or tired to spend time with him. They tried to buy his love with gifts and things, but he didn't care for such materialistic possessions. The more things he had, the more other kids would try to befriend him, for what he had, not for who he was. The harder his parents tried to earn his love, the further away he pushed them, and everyone else around him. The only comfort he found was in music. The harmonic sounds were relaxing and distracted him from the stresses he faced in his own life.

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"It was an early morning, I did not usually awaken until much later..."

A warm golden glow crept in through the drapes and painted the dark room with the light of the rising sun. He moaned and pulled the covers over his head to block it out. He didn't want to get up ever again, not after what had happened yesterday. Then a large crash came from outside the window, causing him to jump and fall out of bed. He hated mornings, it meant nothing more than another day he had to tolerate. None the less, he picked himself up from the dark polished floor and took his headphones and iPod from the shelf as he passed it.

Hadrian turned handle and pulled open his bedroom door. Sitting in front of him in the middle of the hallway was a small parcel and a pale yellow note. The calligraphy was neatly written in dark red ink. He didn't want to read it, he already knew what it was for. The string that held the paper to the box was easily cut with his talon. Resting on soft material inside were two silver bangles and a necklace. Bright topaz stones encrusted in each one had patterns embedded in the stone which made them look like eyes. 'These had belonged to mother.'

He was tempted to throw the parcel and its content under his bed where it would gather dust and rot for years to come. He was sick of the gifts, he could have had them any time he wanted, he just wanted them to be with him. But now that wasn't going to happen, not anymore. Looking back, he wondered why he hadn't realized it sooner. It never had been going to happen. He picked up one of the silver bracelets, ready to toss it across the room. But he didn't. He slid his wrist through it. 'A perfect fit...' Then he took the other, and slid it on his foot, then finally the necklace he placed gently over his head. The stones matched his eyes, and gave of a faint, eerie glow.

.:Chapter 2;
"I took my first steps out the door and already I was reminded of how much I hated everything..."
As he walked down the long corridor on three legs he selected a song and turned up the volume on his iPod before making his way down the stairs. The house didn't seem at all different from the usual. His parents were no-where to be seen, normally they would be in their offices upstairs or sleeping in from being up so late working. Everything was quiet and still. The place had a dark, lonely feel to it, even if he was crowded for the wrong reasons when he left the house, it was better than being trapped in this awful building.

The stone steps were still cold, they hadn't had the chance to take in the sun's warmth yet. He spotted the source of the noise that had awakened him only minutes earlier. Some other beans around his age had their frisbee stuck in a tree, one of them had tried to climb it only to fall and pull many branches down with him. He was still sitting on the ground trying to pull out the twigs that were stuck in his orange fur, while the other three around him seemed to only just be settling down from laughing at the sight their companion's hilarious failure.

"Hey, Hadrian, what's up! Why are you up so early?" "You don't usually come out until dusk. Trouble sleeping or something?" He replied without looking back. "I'd rather not talk about it right now. Sorry guys." He said so to be polite, as he was raised to do so, but he wasn't sorry. He didn't want them to know. It would be best that they didn't know. Speaking about it openly would only draw more attention to himself. They would probably know sooner or later, though he would prefer it to be later. "Seriously, something is bugging you. Your even more of a downer that usual. Did someone die or somethi-" *SLAP* "Ow! What was that for?"

One of the other beans cut him off half way through his sentence, obviously she knew what it was, but Hadrian had already heard the question and stopped in his tracks. He glared back and hesitated before replying. "As a matter of fact, yes. Your friend there, she knows, that's why she tried to stop you from asking me. Now I must be going. Good day." With that he turned and continued without another word. Once he was out of range the female bean slapped the curious one a second time. "You idiot! I was waiting for him to leave so I could tell you! Didn't you hear? His parents were going over seas for business and the boat went missing, they're presumed dead."

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"Then I felt this presence, like I was not alone..."

Vasilis stood next to his caravan counting gold coins and organizing his found treasures to trade. At first he had a stern, slightly bored look on his face. Once he noticed Hadrian his sly, devilish smirk appeared. "Hadrian, there you are! Have to admit I wasn't expecting you until much later, but I won't ask. I know you too well for that." "Morning Vasilis." "You probably have things to do so I won't bother you with too much chatter." He ducked down behind the shelves of his caravan. That was when Hadrian got the strangest feeling he was being watched, he looked around but saw no one. He was about to investigate when Vasilis returned and placed a small locked chest on the bench in front of Hadrian. Then he pulled a small golden key from his pouch, it was just the right size for the lock on the chest. He opened it and pulled out a silver charm, adorned with a single red jewel. It looked to match the jewelry he was wearing exactly, except for the gemstone color.

"Your mother had reserved this and was supposed to pick it up, but uh, I guess it's yours now. Shame, I think this would have suited her, far better than that topaz set did anyway. You on the other hand, seems to be the other way around. You could say the gold goes with your eyes. Oh, and speaking of gold..." "I know." Hadrian sighed and pulled a small bag from his pouch. He handed it over to Vasilis and in exchange he was given the silver charm and a red dragon fruit. "Thank you."

"Anytime my friend." Vasilis exclaimed rather excitedly, knowing he had just received far more than his sale was really worth. This is why he liked trading with Hadrian, he knew he was paying too much and he never cared. Hadrian placed the jewelry in the pocket of his black coat and looked up at the cloudy grey sky. Vasilis could feel the cold breeze rustle his short fur, and the scent of rainwater was in the air. Normally this place was bustling with people, but due to the weather is was quiet and only few people stood out in the gathering rain.

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"It was frightening but I welcomed it... It felt good to have company..."

As he wandered the empty streets he couldn't shake the feeling he was being followed. The longer he walked the stronger the feeling got. At the same time this cold, wet weather was getting on his nerves, he hated being wet, and though the cloak had done him good up until now it wasn't water proof and the rain was starting to seep through. When he finally couldn't take it anymore, he located a book shop to the left and took shelter. That presence was still there.

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.:Chapter 5;
"Then I met them. They were strange, but they seemed friendly..."
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.:Chapter 6;
"I had never had a true friend before... I was always afraid of being hurt or betrayed..."
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.:Chapter 7;
"I know I can trust them. They don't want anything from me, just my company."
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.:Chapter 8;
"Finally. I'm not alone anymore."
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"And our time is running out, you can't push it underground, you can't stop it screaming out." ~ Muse

.:Height; 5' 7" - About as tall as a bean can get. He has a height and weight similar to that of a cow, though he will not grow too much more during his lifetime.
.:Weight; 200lbs - He is of a good average weight considering his height and age.
.:Voice; Similar to that of Hyde's but a bit deeper and huskier, and poor when used in song.

.:Fur Coloration;

Fur 1 - #262626
Fur 2 - #929292
Fur 3 - #565454
Fur 4 - #602998

Horns 1 - #060408
Horns 2 - #3a1561
Horns 3 - #602998
Horns 4 - #54cdfa

Eyes 1 - #f6f657
Eyes 2 - #c2c222
Eyes 3 - #fafaa5
Claws 1 - #060408
Claws 2 - #3e376f

.:Physical Health; Hadrian holds a fairly balanced and healthy physical life. Apart from his diet of nothing but dragon fruit and marshmallows he is strong, fit and a fast runner. Most of his health issues exist in his head and behavior rather than in his physical body.

.:Mental Health; His intelligence and understanding is fairly high, but Hadrian's mental health is not as stable as it might appear to be. Years of solitude and Isolation has damaged his mind and hurt him badly on the inside, even if he refuses to admit it. It is not good for a creature that is social by nature to be locked up away from the world for so long. Though it cannot yet be proven or certified, it is possible that he even hallucinates, seeking the company of a shadowy creature to soothe his longing for a friend. So far he has not told anyone of his companion nor seen him while in the company of others. This one is a true mystery...

.:Emotional Health; Hadrian often hides his emotions, because he is afraid of consulting them and admitting that he feels lonely. Allowing his feeling to gather and build up without being able to express them causes him mental stress as well as emotional and forces him to delve deeper into the madness that he has already driven himself into by cutting himself off from the world. Even to the few people that he trusts, he find it difficult to open up, even if he subconsciously wants to.

.:Social Health; Hadrian enjoys company but at the same time fears it. He wants a few close friends to be able to trust but is constantly doubting himself and others for fear of being hurt or betrayed. Due to this he has isolated himself and only brought upon the even greater misery of never having any friends at all.

"I need music. It's like my heartbeat, so to speak. It keeps me going no matter what's going on." ~ LeBron James

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These are eight images which I felt represented Hadrian as a writer and as a music lover. I take no credit for the pictures, you can click on them to view the entire image and to see the illustrator or photographer.

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Headphones - He has a few different kinds of headphones, most often thought they will be black with green markings of a sort.He is always wearing his Headphones and iPod or topaz dragon jewelry. Sometimes both, but never neither. He is always wearing one of the two sets, unless he is sleeping.

iPod Arm Strap - His source of music wherever he goes. It was a gift from his uncle for his fifth birthday. He very rarely takes it off. It is always worn with a pair of headphones or not at all. He is always wearing his iPod or topaz dragon jewelry. Sometimes both, but never neither. He is always wearing one of the two sets, unless he is sleeping.

Topaz Dragon Collar - A silver collar which belonged once to his late mother. They have topaz stones in them which look like eyes. She had left it with the matching cuffs behind at home on her trip overseas with Hadrian's father from which neither of them returned. It is always worn with the cuffs or not at all.

Topaz Dragon Cuffs - A pair of silver bracelets which belonged once to his late mother. They have topaz stones in them which look like eyes. She had left them with the matching collar behind at home on her trip overseas with Hadrian's father from which neither of them returned. They are always worn with the collar or not at all.

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✦ With Headphones
✦ With Topaz Dragon Items
✦ Emotions (Incomplete)
✦ Marshmahllowz (Incomplete)
✦ Hysteria (Incomplete)

.:Credits;
✦ Headings created at Cool Text.com
✦ Music Icon available for free use created by KibasGirlyGirl on DeviantArt

Where words fail,
Music speaks
But the music is yoUr knife
And my heart is the sheet.
Writing it,
It feels so wrong
But make it loud,
And make it long;
A never ending
Love Song.
Twisted as a
Lie does grow,
Beautiful as the lIfe
We know.
Though the truth does mingle
Down below,
Hidden from light
It'll never show.
~by Shaye Chesney

[verseo]

Now that I have Arisia i'm dropping out sorry ;-;

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Growing up around screaming and loud music made silence so freaking loud.So now I'm forced to carry around my iPod to get away from the noise.It's no longer a choice,it's mandatory.So I guess that I choose the wrong thing many years ago.But now,I can't care.I'm stuck inside a prison with no escape.
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Story of my life

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Hello,my name is Duffy.Please don't tell me yours,I don't want to use you.See,I have a curse.I choose to listen to music to get away from it all when I was little.Now,I have to get away from the silence.And the only way to do that,and her away from music,is to find something else.I've tried many things but none work.Then I figured it out a while ago.To have a family.But I have to find a special someone.Or else it won't work.I'll tell you my curse:

I was born as a normal egg to even more normal parents.They were both bright colored and always smiley.They were like a perfect example of JBDs.Very nice and considerate.But they had flaws.My mom was a chatterbox and talked about anything and everything to anyone who would listen.Many times she was snapped at,but she always took it lightly.She'd keep chatting.Now my dad,he would interrupt anyone with "I don't care!"He wasn't very nice to others during conversation,and although he didn't talk much,he only wanted to hear himself talk.Now,when it was his turn to talk,it mostly was just remarks,and you had to nod in agreement.He was very strict about that and the only voice other then his that he wanted to hear was my moms.So that encouraged her to talk more to others because my dad only wanted to hear two voices,hers and his.I barely talked to them,but whispered in my room so they couldn't hear me.I was caught sometimes and yelled at.They didn't want the others to hear my voice when I was calling for help or describeing my living conditions.In a windowless small room with 3 small meals a day and a small bed.They just wanted to hide me so they could continue a perfect life.

So when I hatched as a dark bean,that came to a surprise to my parents.They didn't tell most that I was dark colored.They pretended I was normal and colorful.They invited no one bit their relatives to see me.I didn't go to school,and I never had any friends.My parents just kept me in my room.And they would argue on what to do.All I had to get away from it was my iPod,that my aunt gave me.She and all the rest of my relatives felt bad for.They didn't think it was right for a little kid to live in their room with no friends.So I downloaded all the rock songs I could find.I felt as that they were the only kind that was loud enough to silence the screams.But after listening to loud music for about 2 weeks,silence became so freaking loud.I always had my ear buds in,and my iPod was always in my pouch.My parents never really came into my room,so they wouldn't know.If they did,I don't know what they would do.They would maybe through away my iPod.I would explain over and over again that I need it and they wouldn't care.

When I was a teen,my aunt came over and told my parents that she would take me.My parents,exhausted,begged her to and she did.I was in the car for a long time before I came to her farm.It was huge and the most alive place I've ever seen.Beans were everywhere,running and playing.I noticed that none of them had dark fur like me.I then realized,as my young kid self,I was special.And because of that,two things were revealed.Either no one wanted to be my friend or everyone wanted to be my friend.I was always good looking,but I was behind on many social things.I never had friends or played.So when I started,it was a little awkward.But I soon got the hang of it,but I never was as happy as some of the others.But as I was little,I didn't really care.

I'm an adult now,and that's we're I'll end this.In my early adult stages I was a little less happy about life and began to look back on what happened to me when I was younger.I was less sure that I was meant to be happy and more certain I was supposed to be sad.I never had a relationship because I was scared that our baby would be different and we would isolate them,and they would grow up like me.But I would be there,and I could stop it from happening.I guess my parents were in shock and refused to believe that they had given birth to a dark colored baby.But I'm forgiving and I forgive them.They just didn't know what to do.I just showed up and made their perfect world upside down.

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My dreams

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Well,there I was.Standing in the forest.I could hear the wind snap some tree branches.It was a dream,I was sure of it.How else would I get out of the house?My parents,I knew,must be close behind.I started running for my life.I was scared of what my parents would do once they caught me.
"Get back here,now!"they both hollered.I could hear that they were close.I didn't know what else to do.I was just a kid.Suddenly,I had this great idea.Crawl up the creepy bent old tree.I made a beeline for it and jumped.I scrambled to get a good hold and climbed to the top,only then looking down.My parents had weird creepy smiles on their face and were just a tail length away.I jumped from the top and started running some more.They were going to catch me!I didn't know what they would do,once they caught me.Eat me?Cut me up?I didn't want to know.I willed my self to go faster,but it didn't work.I was getting closer to them.My dream was getting scary.Lots of screams came my way.

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Quick Info

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My name is Duffy. Please don't tell me yours. I don't want to follow you around like a love sick puppy. Just don't. Please?

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Duffy means dark. It also means swarthy but I don't really know what that means.

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Duffy is Celtic. I wasn't born there but my parents loved going on trips there.

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I'm 20 years old. An adult. So don't treat me like a kid. I'm 20.

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Well if you wanted to give me gifts,then my birthday is September 10,1993. So I'm soon going to turn 21.

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♍,I'm a Virgo. I really don't believe in zodiacs,but I still say mine when asked.

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I'm totally fine with you asking. I'm a male. Which means I was a boy.

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I'm straight. Sorry guys.

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I never want any relationships because I don't want to hurt them. But mabye I will get into one.

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Throw Away by Blue Stahli is my favorite. It is such a good song.

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I,for some reason,love purple.

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Noodle soup. Like chicken noodle soup except with no chicken.

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A. That's my favorite word; A. It's just so simple and easy to write.

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Imagine Dragons. Just seriously. Their voices are just so perfect.

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A bird in the hand is worth more then two in the bush. Well,it's true. Something is worth more if you already have it. But what would you do with a bird?

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Full House. I know it's oldish,but it's so funny. I just love it.

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I'm like addicted to sky diving. Every week I do it at least twice. I wish I had a friend who owns a plane and he would take me up. It's a kinda expensive hobby.

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The sky. It's always changing,telling its own story. You just have to know how to look.

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♥ music
♥ his aunt
♥ soup
♥ birds
♥ mice
♥ dancing
♥ iPods
♥ kids
♥ his name
♥ penguins
♥ zoo
♥ forest
♥ park
♥ morning

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✖ silence
✖ his parents
✖ fire
✖ meat
✖ sharks
✖ swimming
✖ being laughed at
✖ school
✖ getting in trouble
✖ rich beans
✖ pop
✖ hip-hop
✖ chat speak

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☁ to start a band
☁ to have a baby
☁ to go on an airplane
☁ win something
☁ to become famous

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I'm kinda cool about stuff and not many things get me worked up.I'm more of a sturdy bean and I'm better at comforting someone then being comforted.While I'm an expert at seeing others emotions,its almost impossible to know what I'm feeling.Many of my secrets will go untold,unlike most.So basically,I'm like a fluffy rock.Or a pillow.I'm sturdy,and comforting.I also tell the truth at all times.Lies hurt as much as the the truth,but are more complex.I like to stick to my decisions and not change them time after time.But keeping something the same is always very hard.You think back on it,and your perspective has changed.You think something else is better so you change it,but not always for the best like you thought.

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PM me to be a friend

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I walk slowly,and I'm slouched.I'm only slouched because no one told me how to walk without slouching.

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I'm a little smaller then a cow. Kinda big for a Jellybean Dragon.

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That's all of my colors.

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I don't have any important issues but I do have a reoccurring ear infection.I don't always care because I'm used to it.

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