[shadownima]

[Bittertiffany]

Dead
I am dead

You put prescence into a mistake
You did not give it life
And you gave it to someone that was never intended to be a part of this earth
A glitch
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4P1wJ48foL4
Reserveeeee

[Hiroko]

up

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???: While I walk... why not jog my memory about myself? Gotta make sure I don't have some sort of concussion. Don't those make you forget things? Eh, doesn't matter at this point.
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???: Your name is Rebellatio, though a lot of people have called you Rebel because of your antics. You live in the vast, constantly growing universe of Internet. However, if you remember correctly, a war had recently broken out between the gods of the realm. Some of them wished to severely restrict Internet, destroying our lives as we knew it. The other gods, the majority, didn't like that idea. Their battlecry was "Internet should remain open to all!" However, the few that wanted the restrictions on our world had much more power than those who wanted Internet to be unrestricted and open.

Rebellatio: Us citizens could barely even understand how this world we lived in worked, yet we're being thrown into a battle with its gods. When the fighting started getting serious, you got yourself into more trouble than you could've ever imagined after getting involved, and went on the run. So, since then, you've been walking where no other citizens have dared to tread yet. Out in the wild of Internet, the place no one dares to venture into unless there are promises of a new website to inhabit. Which... there isn't. Just a moment ago, you woke up. Now you're walking again, and talking to yourself.

Rebellatio: I think I'm going insane.
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Rebellatio: Why is the border so... frayed? And it seems completely empty.
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Rebellatio: Well, since I have nowhere else to go...
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CeruleanRush, nice to meet you! I'm a non-owner, and this is actually my first ever form for a Plumerian!

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The name given to him was Rebellatio, which is Latin for "revolt". His parents really didn't have any idea of what it meant, they simply liked the sound of the name and how it seemed to fit his dark coloration.

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Spare me your judgements
and spare me your dreams
Cause recently mine have
been tearing my seams
I sit alone in this winter
clarity which clouds my
mind
Alone in the wind and the
rain you left me
It's getting dark darling,
too dark to see
And I'm on my knees, and
your faith in shreds, it seems

Corrupted by the simple sniff
of riches blown
I know you have felt much
more love than you've shown
And I'm on my knees and the
water creeps to my chest

But plant your hope with good
seeds
Don't cover yourself with
thistle and weeds
Rain down, rain down on me
Look over your hills and be still
The sky above us shoots to kill
Rain down, rain down on me

But I will hold on
I will hold on hope

I begged you to hear me, there's
more than flesh and bones
Let the dead bury the dead, they
will come out in droves
But take the spade from my hands
and fill in the holes you've made

But plant your hope with good seeds
Don't cover yourself with thistle and
weeds
Rain down, rain down on me

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>> e m o t i o n l e s s
Well... not entirely. Rebellatio himself is very driven by emotions, but he has a knack for not letting anyone know so. His face is almost always kept in a completely blank state that gives little to no hint of any emotion. The only real way to pick up on his emotions would be to try to decipher his actions and the logic he uses as excuses for them, pay very close attention to his body language, or somehow read his mind.

>> s h o r t - t e m p e r e d
Rebellatio only lets one emotion show, and that's anger. He does his best to keep himself from blowing up by focusing his mind on other things around him, though he's often not successful. However, his temper is unleashed in a way much more terrifying than yelling; he unleashes a soft, poison-laced voice filled with hidden fury that has the power to make a weaker Plumerian absolutely terrified.

>> c r e a t i v e
As most of his time is spent spraypainting, Rebellatio has managed to show his sense of creativity without the emotion of painting, singing, or any other fine art.

>> l o g i s t i c a l
Rebellatio prefers to think things through before acting, and would much rather spend time evaluating all options than rush right into one. If more problems develop from waiting, he usually tries to think of those ahead of time, but he's not always successful.

>> q u i r k y
If you manage to creep up on Rebellatio when he's alone, you might be able to catch a hint of his odder side. He claims spending so much time alone made him develop a habit for talking to himself. This has remained his main quirk for most of his life, and he still talks to himself to this day.

>> o r g a n i z e d
Oddly enough, it seems that Rebellatio is a fairly organized guy. It's rumored that he keeps his spraypaints in rainbow order...

>> d r i f t e r
The weird history that Rebellatio claims is his own seems to push him out of reality all too often. However, if you do manage to catch him in one of his dazes, remembering his homeland or his parents, he'll claim nothing was up and just walk away like it never happened.

>> t r a u m a t i z e d
Rebellatio, as time goes on, is beginning to develop more and more signs of PTSD.

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Mind over matter
Does it matter to any of us?
Don't change the subject
I'm heavy on your love
I missed that train, New York
city - it rains!
Fly to east L.A. in big jet
planes
You know you're on my mind

And if the world don't break
I'll be shakin' it
'Cause I'm a young man after
all
And when the seasons change
Will you stand by me?
'Cause I'm a young man built
to fall

Mind over matter,
I'm in tatters thinkin' about
her
Taste my disaster
It's heavy on my tongue
All the lights aglow
Tokyo - snows
Go to watch the show
Curtain's closed!
I'm watching you this time

And if the world don't break
I'll be shakin' it
'Cause I'm a young man after
all
And when the seasons change
Will you stand by me?
'Cause I'm a young man built
to fall
I missed that train
New York city - it rains!
Fly to east L.A. in big jet
planes
You know you're on my
mind
All the lights aglow
Tokyo - sno-ooows
Go to watch the show -
curtain's closed
I'm watching you this time

Mind over matter
Mind over matter,
You know you're on my
mind!

And if the world don't break
I'll be shakin' it
'Cause I'm a young man after
all
And when the seasons change
I missed that train, will you
stand by me!
(Fly to east L.A.)
'Cause I'm a young man built
to fall
And if the world don't break!
All the lights aglow
(Tokyo - sno-ooows
Go to watch the show -
curtain's closed)
And when the seasons change,
will you stand by me?
'Cause I'm a young man built to
fall

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H I S T O R Y

--While Rebellatio is normally dismissed as crazy for sharing his history, he refuses to believe anything but. The odd thing happens to be is that there is no other history of him recorded anywhere. He has no relatives or close family to be found anywhere; he claims they all died in his homeland. Several other Plumerians have actually tried to diagnose him as mentally ill for "dreaming up" this insane history, but he shows no other signs of any mental illness besides his odd claims at a backstory.
--His history began as many others do, born as a single child in a middle-class family. However, this realm he lived in was not the one he lives in now. He describes it as a vast universe called "Internet", which he later discovered to actually be more of a thing than a place. The people of the realm lived much as we do, but in a fairly more primitive fashion that bordered on medieval. Instead of towns, cities, or countries, they had websites. No inhabitants had any idea that their world was built on lines and lines of coding. He describes this as being possible by comparing it to recent studies done; tests were actually done on reality to see if it was a simulation like the Internet.
--His story continues on for many years; a happy childhood. However, things took a turn for the worst when he was a teenager and there was talk among government officials and those who provided the Internet to everyday people that the web needed to be controlled; those higher up should be able to hold more power over this vast database. Most everyone was against this idea, and all sorts of fighting followed. Online protesting by temporarily taking down sites, petitions, any sort of peaceful retaliation. On the other hand, this took a toll on those who lived in the simulation of the Internet, and this included Rebellatio. They had no clue they what really was going on, it seemed like a war between the "gods", who Rebellatio was later to find out were just other people using the Internet day-to-day. The constant changing of this page, that page, the constant flow of debates and angry emails to government officials turned the simulated world into a battlefield of its own. Some of those living inside sided with controlling the universe much more, and others sided with an open universe. Civil war broke out.
--Rebellatio was smart enough to leave his homesite quickly, as the majority of them were supporters of a more controlled universe. He spent several years on the run, fighting in his own way: he began by making enemy sites glitch a bit here and there, but soon it became that that wasn't enough. He moved onto a widely frowned-upon battle tactic which was known as "virus". With this tactic, he could stay in the shadows while still releasing damaging attacks that caused a great impact. Rebellatio never shared much about this point in his life for one reason or another.
--Eventually, he was linked to the attacks, and had to leave everything behind in order not to get caught. He spent the rest of his days in the Internet wandering hopelessly and aimlessly in the farthest reaches of the Internet where no sites had been set up for colonization to take place within them. He wandered like this for a year or so before coming across a single site, which he thought had been ravaged by the war. It looked destroyed, and upon entering...

--Rebellatio claims to not remember what happened then. He assumes he passed out, but he says everything went white rather than black. The next time his brain was able to register anything was as he woke up in small stretch of wilderness not too far away from civilization. He had taken the physical form of a creature called a "Plumerian". Every memory of his days in the Internet was still crystal clear, but everything about this new world seemed to confuse him. As a quick learner, he figured things out in a week or so before finally heading out to see what was in the nearby town.
--Since then, he's learned of the fact that he lived in a simulation, and somehow managed to generate this odd physical form with a pixelated aura being the only thing there to remind him of his old life. Not knowing what to do with himself, he has wandered, keeping a careful eye on the corruption he spies in this new world each and every day. As a protest against his old life and this new one, he's taken up spraypainting and parkour, making it his mission to dart around in the dead of night or heat of day to quickly paint intricate murals that aren't just gang names or generic vandalism on the sides of buildings. Instead, he tries to put a message in each one, a message that focuses on the world as a whole. Once he finishes each piece, he rarely thinks of it again, except for the rare occasion where he hopes it caught someone's eye and made them think, if only just for a minute.
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his hoodie

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A L I T T L E B I T O F E V E R Y T H I N G

A l l I n T h e N a m e

Birth Name: Rebellatio [reh-behl-ah-ti-oh]

Name Origin: His parents believed it to be a completely made-up name with no meaning, and that it's pronunciation made it seem like a powerful name.

Current Name: They have always kept the same name; they came close to having to change at one point after almost getting caught.

Nickname: Rebel

Alias: The alias given to him by those who managed to catch him in the act of his silent fighting during the war dubbed him "The Revolutionary". He hated this alias, but lived with it.

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Birth Date: October 19th, 1990

True Age: About 23

Appeared Age: He normally looks his age, but others have often mistaken him for being older than he is, as his silence is often see as intimidating.

Horoscope: Libra

Chinese Zodiac: Horse

Heritage: He has a bit of trouble recalling what website it was his parents came from before moving to his homesite, and hasn't been able to remember for years.

Nationality: He claims there's no real word for it and says "Internetian".

Ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ

Natural Eye Color: An electronic green

Head/Face Shape: The contours of his face are sharp, machine-like.

Body Frame: Broad-shouldered with an otherwise average frame.

Height: Very tall for a Plumerian, though not as tall as to be alarming.

Weight: Wiry, close to underweight.

Muscle Mass: A notable bit of muscle mass, but nothing incredible.

Fur Condition: Oddly, it always seems to retain a sleek, metal-like sheen.

Hygeine: A tiny bit of a germaphobe ever since winding up in reality, but nothing to the extreme. The concept of germs just freaks him out.

Scars: None; if he does have any, they're hidden by his fur.

Tattoos: None.

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Overall Health History: Gets sick VERY often, most likely due to the fact that he is just now being exposed to everyday ailments and his immune system doesn't really know how to fight them. He's also starting to show multiple signs of PTSD.

Injuries: He's gotten his fair share of injuries from roaming around tall buildings and alleyways, but nothing threatening.

Disabilities: Many believe he has a mental disability, but he doesn't. He's just abnormally quiet.

Allergies: He has yet to discover any.

Treatments: His current method of treatment is "hide all ailments and ignore any accusations of being sick/injured."

Current Physical Health: Currently healthy.

Current Mental Health: Currently healthy.

Current Emotional Health: Occasionally fights with his emotions about his past, but not enough to be harmful in any manner.

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h u m a n / a n t h r o

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As a human, the blue in his hair is dye, and therefore isn't always seen. However, as an anthro, the blue is always there, as well as his pixelated aura.

■--m a s k

Rebellatio wears a simplified gas mask when either just trying to hide his face or out spraypainting. It's the same grey as his hoodie with his typical electronic blue circuit-look near the nose.

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This hoodie was one of the first things that caught his eye in this new world, and after scraping together whatever money he found here or there, bought it. More recently, he's bought three more identical hoodies so he could always wear at least one of them wherever he went. The circuit design on his shoulder in feral form also appears on the shoulder of his hood as an anthro/human.

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Rebellatio typically tries to wear some sort of tennis shoe wherever he goes since starting his new habit of parkour, but his favorite are a set of neon blue Converse knockoffs.

<-- art by Moonskye

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T R U T H S E R U M
As Braeden is a, well, quieter bean,
This here is more or less an interview
with Rebellatio, but with a twist. I'll
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The questions will be mostly random,
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Are you a leader or follower?

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❝...I don't believe in subjecting others to fit into one of those categories.❞

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What one act in your past are you most ashamed of?

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❝Getting involved with a war that we weren't to be involved in. I mean, it wasn't even really a war. Just a debate about the internet.❞

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How good of an artist would you say you are?

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❝Eh, depends on the medium. Sit me down with paper and paints and I'll be hopelessly lost. Give me some spraypaint and I can create a masterpiece... at least what looks like a masterpiece to me.❞

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Have any enemies?

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❝Had, yes. I'm not sure if they're still around anymore.❞

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Do you have any bad habits?

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❝Uh... talking to myself.❞

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Night or day?

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❝I honestly prefer dusk much more; you get a blend of both as well as the night life finally being quiet and the day life not having woken up yet.❞

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Do you think redemption is possible?

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❝If I could redeem myself, do you think I'd be wandering the way I have for years upon years? I'm in a totally different universe and I still can't get myself together.❞

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Do you think there's a reason the form you were given was a Plumerian?

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❝Well... I think I've always been a Plumerian. Or destined to be. Back home, now that I think about it, I had multiple of the key characteristics, and that probably factored into how I turned out like this rather than a bird or a squirrel.❞

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Where do you live?

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❝Well... I've managed to make some money off of my whole spraypainting thing. People will actually pay me to put one of my weird pieces on some sort of canvas for them to keep and even display. I find it odd, but if it makes me money, it makes me money. After a while, I had enough saved up for a tiny apartment at the top of a gigantic building. But I like it; I can go out through the window when I'm up for leaping around some roofs.❞

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-----He had been thrown into this new world weeks ago, and there he was, laying around in an empty alley. It was surprisingly clean, (the town didn't have a lot of suspicious activity; no creeps down these alleyways) but this was no way to spend your days. That had gone through his head all too many times: this is no way to live. Yet there was nothing he could seem to do that would change that. He had gone out many times, wandering the streets and avoiding glares from every passerby. Nothing made sense. What was he supposed to be doing here? Was work this hidden? Normally, at home, he was able to find different tasks by just walking through his homesite and seeing who needed some help. Here, everyone was much more... quiet. Strangers didn't talk without a reason to. He didn't fit in here; it didn't seem like he ever could or would.
-----When he finally got sick of feeling so out of place, he took to a different method of travel around the city. He had seen some other Plumerians around his age try it, calling it "parkour". They leapt across rooftops and around every urban blockade like it was as easy as breathing. Rebel's first steps weren't so graceful; once he finally got up somewhat high, there were many times he swore he was going to fall and break every bone in his body. That never happened, thankfully, and he went on to improve to the point where he could successfully navigate as well as the Plumerians did. The higher parts of this urban jungle quickly became his new home during the day, but when night crept in, he found himself having to sulk back down into the alleyways he had grown to despise. And this was how he found himself then, leaning against an ivy-covered brick wall with a dumpster blocking his view of the rising moon.
-----He awoke with a start at what seemed like midnight to the sound of footsteps. He could see the moon now, glaring down at him from directly overhead. His back ached from falling asleep in a sitting position, but he did his best to stay still as the glow of passing headlights from a car on the road caused someone or something that he couldn't see to growl and dart out of the alley in a panic, dropping something before leaving. Before they completely passed, the light of the headlights allowed Rebellatio to see something new on the opposing wall: an unfinished string of fancifully-lettered words in neon blue. Whatever it is the figure had dropped rolled to a stopping point at his feet, and as he felt around in the darkness with fumbling fingers to grab it, he assumed it was nothing. However, upon closer inspection it wasn't. It appeared this was a half empty neon-blue can of something called "spraypaint". The button on the top called to him, and as he pressed it, the side of the dumpster next to him was suddenly cloaked in a circle of neon blue.
-----Standing on shaking feet, he walked to the opposing wall and tried adding some lines to the words already there to test it out. When his hands finally stopped shaking as well, he tried more precise lines and figures, leaving the wall covered in aimless doodles and scribbles that fought to be seen in a blinding neon blue against the darkness. Now that the wall was covered, he doubted he could stay here any longer. This stuff didn't seem like it was exactly legal to use all over buildings you didn't own. Retreating over to the first wall and attempting to climb the ivy, he dropped the can into an empty pocket so he wouldn't lose it.
-----From his perch on the roof, he observed that the city's quiet nights were actually quite pleasant with some light from the moon overhead. While the city may not ever replace his home, Rebellatio thought, if only for a minute, that he could get used to this.

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M Y P A R T + C R E D I T S

If I win, I promise to...

-be active with him in the fanclub
-roleplay with him
-draw art of him
-order art of him
-develop him even further
-generally love him

All formatting and content (minus lyrics) by myself
Prologue art and animations by myself
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[x] by Moonskye
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Lyric Credits
(in order of use on form)
Darkness - Imagine Dragons
Thistle and Weeds - Mumford and Sons
Mind Over Matter - Young the Giant

and lastly, thank you for taking the time to read all of these entries. c:

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[Shadowbolt]

DJ TRIX
"More like tricks. Hehe, heh, hmm..."

The black coated Plumerian looks up at me with a tired smile. He dips his head and I take note of his sleek hair which has neon blue tips. He brushes his hair to the side and glances around at the surrounding area before settling back on me.
"Want something? I can get you a drink, but if you've come to me looking for entertainment I'm afraid I'm no longer your guy."
Strange. Something seemed to fly off the Plumerian's shoulder and onto my arm. It was small and a bright blue, just like the guy's hair. The little fleck also seemed to be so perfectly square that it began to make my eyes go funny. I hear a bang and look up to see the Plumerian watching me with an odd glint in his eyes. Thinking about it, alot about this guy seemed odd. Wonder where he came from?
"You-you-you want to know about me? Uhh... I'm afraid I can't tell you that."
I shrug and turn towards the bar and ask about some more information on this Plumerian. It intrigues me how he is reluctant to speak with me. The bartender lifts his hands up into the air as if in surrender and shakily points to a stool in the corner with documents piled upon it. As I make my way over, I glance back at the black Plumerian who stares back at me with worry in his eyes. It's as if he really doesn't want me to read this stuff. Surely it can't be that bad?

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A quick Introduction

First Name: Dakarai
Last Name: Flame
Nickname: Daka
Professional Name: DJ Trix
Lab Name:PCDGF

For a long time as a pup, he was just refereed to as PCDGF. A code used for a test subject, not a real being. It took a full year until he finally received a real name. Dakarai, child who brings hope and joy. He was more well known by the younger generation as Daka, but he still prefers his full name. A common, mocking nickname he has heard is "Daka Waka" which can either, if he is a bad mood, make him snap. If he's in a good mood, he'll turn it around into a joke and start dancing.

DoB: 21st May 1996
Greatest Wish: To be accepted
Greatest Fear: Illness and Error
Valued Possession: Pet Lizard, or Hair Spray
Allergies: Water

Dakarai was born on May 21st at 0:21 AM in 1996, meaning he is currently 18 years old. He is fed up of being looked at like an outsider. Just because he wasn't born like everyone else doesn't mean he has to be singled out, right? His greatest wish is to be accepted. He doesn't think it'll happen, but that can make him more determined than ever. Dakarai has two greatest fears, the first being Illness as it claimed his father and thinks it may soon claim his mother too.


Not only virus illness either, but mental illness. He really hopes he doesn't get anything like this because he just knows it will end up like when he was 13 and he definitely doesn't want to live through that again. Another big fear of his is error. Something that has deeply affected his life. He isn't afraid of making mistakes, but afraid of how he was coded. Errors were made and every so often, with hardly any warning he will freak out and lose control of his body, go deep into his mind and connect with anything electrical around him. In the past he has caused too much damage and is still afraid to admit that he has killed a ship load of people.

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Early Beginnings

Life began with an experiment. Human dreams of bringing back the species sooner meant playing with genes.

OPENING LOG

:1 SUBJECT IS READY Log = May 21st 1996

0:00 AM
Subject is still motionless. Body is slumped on the ground of testing chamber 16. Systems are ready, all machines are a go.

0:21 AM
Slight reaction to the gene blast. Body fizzed and jolted across the floor, but still no obvious life signs.

1:34 AM
Subject moved without further probing, mission may have success.

1:55 AM
Breathing has started up. Uneven rise and fall of subject's chest is recorded.

2:00 AM
Subject opened eyes, vision may be blurry.

2:13 AM
Subject lifted head, it has life.

2:15 AM
Subject's head fell back onto the ground.

4:02 AM
Subject is moving again, has tried to stand up three times.

4:11 AM
Subject successfully stands and shows no signs of aggression. Walks over to the window and looks to be yawning. Pupils are somewhat diluted and strange sparks fly off it's fur. Mission somewhat successful?

Dakarai Processing: 00010101011110110001

:2 SUBJECT IS IRRITATED Log = May 30th 1996

2:00 PM
Subject has been pacing for the past half hour.

2:12 PM
Subject started showing signs of aggression, meat was tried and failed. Workers of chamber 16 are begining to panic.

2:40 PM
whoever you ArE reADing thiS savE YOUrself BefoRe iTS tOo laTe

Dakarai Processing: 00101101110010017ERR.ERR.

:3 SUBJECT IS CONTAINED Log = June 2nd 1996

3:42 AM
Subject caused mass damage despite being so small. Subject has been moved to the lock down room and given an official code name. PCDGF is now being monitored closely.

5:23 AM
PCDGF seems tame, as if the recent rampage wasn't in it's nature. Further research is needed to confirm.

7:43 AM
Taken several tries, but PCDGF is finally eating.

1:36 PM
PCDGF has been pacing for sometime. Lab workers are beginning to prepare for another attack.

1:42 PM
PCDGF has settled down to rest. Workers breathe a sigh of relief.

Dakarai Processing: 100101101111001..00..1....

:4 SUBJECT IS INTRODUCED TO HUMANS Log = August 23rd 1996

10:15 AM
PCDGF has been steady for the past few months. Workers are beginning to decide whether it is time for interaction. Meeting is held, Worker 351 is to go inside the confinement area.

10:30 AM
Preparations have been made, the team is pretty confident. Worker 351 entered the lock down zone wearing protective clothing. PCDGF stood waiting, yet didn't advance towards the intruder. Worker 351 took their time getting close to the subject Plumerian as not to startle it. Worker made contact with PCDGF, quickly jolted away from the subject and back toward the control room. PCDGF stared after him, probably trying to figure out what it did wrong.

11:12 AM
Worker 351 is unharmed, but returned to us with a perfectly square blue fleck in his hand. He reported that it stung like an electric shock, yet hadn't caused anymore pain since it had first touched him. Lab scientists have taken the sample away, PCDGF has been left to rest in peace.

Dakarai Processing: 011000101001110110

:5 SUBJECT IS ASSESED Log = August 25th 1996

11:08 AM
The results of the blue pixel have arrived back with a strange code which even the most knowledgeable technicians can't interpret. PCDGF seems to be behaving normally.

1:02 PM
An ear-splitting mechanical sound interrupted our lunch break, turns out PCDGF was just trying out the sound mechanics.

3:15 PM
Worker 351 returned to PCDGF's confinement room and managed to get the subject to make a strange mechanical barking sound again. Sound was recorded and more tests are being conducted. Worker 351 stayed with PCDGF for quite some time before getting shocked again by one of the strange flying "pixels" as he described them. Scientists are starting to wonder if these "pixels" are the results of trying to create a Plumerian with a computer system.

Dakarai Processing: 01101010100011001

:6 SUBJECT VISITS Log = August 30th 1996

8:16 PM
Worker 351 has agreed to visit PCDGF at regular intervals for the next few months along with some other workers to get the subject used to meeting humans.

8:28 PM
PCDGF identified as male.

Dakarai Processing: 011001000101110100111

:7 SUBJECT MEETS ANOTHER OF IT'S KIND Log = November 21st 1996

9:32 AM
Six months since PCDGF was given life, today is special for the workers. A second subject Plumerian has been captured and brought into the facility to be introduced to PCDGF. Specialist team workers are on hand in case of an emergency.

9:40 AM
Other Plumerian arrived, just waiting for him to be given the okay before he can go in with PCDGF.

10:17 AM
The other Plumerian is lead in by a rope against his will. PCDGF watches, yet doesn't come any closer. The Plumerian calls out to PCDGF, but doesn't get an answer. Plumerian approaches PCDGF and taps him on the shoulder. PCDGF lets out a mechanical call and the Plumerian jumps away.

10:40 AM
The Plumerian has settled a little way away still watching PCDGF who is sat looking around. Nothing much has happened between them for awhile, perhaps it will be okay to leave them overnight.

A Little picture has been attached with the caption: "The other Plumerian"

Dakarai Processing: 0111011101001010110

:8 SUBJECT IS PROVOKED Log = November 24th 1996

6:23 AM
The wild Plumerian and PCDGF seemed to have a great conversation last night. The lab echoed with ear splitting barks and strange grinding mechanical noises.

1:34 PM
PCDGF no longer seems too friendly. He has been pacing again and won't let the other Plumerian near him. We fear he is going to break out like he did six months ago.

2:05 PM
Suspicions correct. The other Plumerian is being pulled out as quickly as possible by specialists, here's to hoping the lock down room can withstand the damage.

Dakarai Processing: 01Humans?1001Plumerians?1011Prison?10100Escape1089ERR.ERR.

:9 SUBJECT DISCHARGE Log = December 12th 1996

3:13 PM
We have discovered that PCDGF can no longer stay with us. He's unstable and must be put down for the earth's sake.Worker 351 is having trouble parting with him and has been sat in the lock down room for several hours now, he won't move. PCDGF seems to be tame again and is lying with worker 351 sat next to him.

Dakarai Processing: 1Prison?Death?01End11010.

:10 SUBJECT LOST Log = December 21st 1996

5:06 PM
PCDGF was issued to be put down today. We don't think he liked that idea. Came in this morning, no PCDGF, hole in the wall of the lock down room. Guards had no information even though they had been on watch all night. Workers have gone out searching for him, doubt he will be found.

5:31 PM
After seven months of close monitoring, testing and interacting I still don't feel we've learnt anything about PCDGF. Maybe someone will read this log and it'll be useful. Who knows. All I know now is that our PCDGF is loose and has no clue what he's doing in this world.

Dakarai Thoughts: Run. I've got to run.

CLOSING LOG

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On the run

Paws and heart pounding, the black shape danced across the horizon. He had no clue where he was going, but he had to get away from the place he had once called home. He had to keep going for as long as his legs could hold out. It was the only instinct his brain was coded to do. The most he knew was that he was destined for something and that wasn't an early end.

The dark faded to light; the sun brought unwanted attention to the fleeing Plumerian pup. He was exhausted and beginning to believe this was it, he couldn't go anymore. His lope reduced to a jog, jog fell into a trudge. There was no way a young pup could go for this long and he just hoped he was far enough away for him not to be found.

He collapsed, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. He was out in the open here, yet the grass would be able to conceal him while he regained the feeling in his legs. After an uneven nap, the pup awoke feeling a new wave of confusing thoughts washing over him. Where was he? Where was he going to go now? Why was he even on this earth? He sighed, closed his eyes and fell back on the earth with a soft thud. The 1s and 0s started up again as his brain tried to convert itself back into a meaningless machine where feelings meant nothing and he could carry on.

The Plumerian rose to his feet and he began to lope across the field. He pulled up a digital map of the area in his head and began to make a route for his body to go. It was strange being a robot without the metal exterior, but instead to have free flowing fur and smooth muscle movement. Although, he couldn't think about this now. The escaping pup was focused in leaving the country and getting as far away from the lab as he could.

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Time passed and the Plumerian pup ended up nearing the coast. The map inside his brain told him this was the end to where he could run. He halted at the top of a hill to survey the area. For miles around all he could see was ripples of blue. He shook his head and began to desperately try to find a way of crossing this strange expanse of blue within his brain chip. Something loaded up about a "ship" that was to "sail" across the "sea". Was the "sea" the thing that was in front of him? It was getting dark again and the pup stood as a dark outline with little blue lanterns jumping off him every so often. Ship1011find0ship01 He struggled to find a safe way down the hill he was stood on and ended up tumbling down half of the way, yet he was still as determined as ever to this thing the humans called a "ship".

By the time he reached a port his brain was beginning to struggle.He was loosing all the language he had been taught in that one night by "Koro", the wild Plumerian that was captured for testing him. The pup shuddered, he really hoped that he hadn't harmed his new friend when the error came through, when he had woke the next day his new found friend was gone. He sighed and shook his head. 1Focus0101

Paws pattering against the strange concrete surface, the black Plumerian made his way across the man-made paths. He followed the map he held up inside his brain and managed to arrive in front of a tall building that sat in the "sea" bobbing up and down. Was that a "ship"? He shrugged and trotted through the revolving doors and into a warm room. He relished the heat and soon collapsed in the corner behind some sort of indoor plant. It didn't take long for sleep to claim him.

Waking up again felt like several days had passed, yet the pup felt great. He scampered off through the legs of some humans wearing white clothing. He had to do a double take as he glanced behind him at all the men in white clothing. Alarm shot though him and he dived down a set of stairs and landed face first into a pile of dusty sacks. Sneezing into the musty air, he shot off the bags and skidded on the floor. He glanced back the way he had came and still managed to spot men coming across. His paws scrabbled at the smooth, tile floor in his attempts to get away as quickly as possible. In his struggle, the little, black Plumerian failed to realize that these men in white clothing were not coming after him, they were not the lab scientists.

After creating a lot of noise in his distress, a rounded woman with an expensive purple jacket came creeping down the stairs towards him. "It's okay..." Her voice echoed as a whisper making the pup freeze. He slowly turned around, his whole body shaking, eyes peering up at her and he didn't dare bark. She leaning in closer, possible to pick him up, only to get stung by a flying pixel that rose from his skin. The shock gave him the time to dash through a door. Into a dark room, listening to the echo of the woman's screams. Fearing she would come after him, the black Plumerian made his way towards the cover of a pile of boxes filled with pillows. He buried himself among the feathery filling, trying his best not to sneeze.

Lifting his eyelids, the black Plumerian realized he had fallen asleep once again. Struggling out of the pillow case, he gazed around with wide eyes as he tried to figure out if anything had followed him into the dark room. Shaking his head to dislodge a feather, he jumped down to the middle of the room's floor. He began to take in his surroundings for the first time since he dived into here. There were boxes stacked much higher than him and the sweet scent of food rose to greet him. All was recorded to his brain chip.

Although, things didn't quite go to plan. The pup trotted back towards the way he had come only to discover that the door he had come in through was locked and there was no way he was going to open it. He shook his head and plodded back into the middle of the room and sat down, all the while staring at the door. He sat there for only a few seconds before a strange noise erupted into his ears. Letting out a strange, metallic bark, the Plumerian scrabbled to his feet and began darting all over the room. His paws skidded against the hard floor in his panic to get out. All he could sense was danger, danger all around and the world felt unsteady below his feet.

The pup struggled to regain his balance after falling for the second time and hitting his head. The room started to change colour, from black to red then back to pitch black then to blood red. His heart and head began to sway, his body felt heavier than usual. ERR.ERR He shook out his head and shot bolt upright. His eyes began to flicker and dilate to become even more distorted than their regular shape. Sparks began to fizz and spring from the blue markings on his fur.

Still staring at the locked door, the black Plumerian began to shake. His whole body trembling with pressure, he managed to stand on four paws. The dim lights of the cargo hold began to flicker on and off before shutting down and leaving the room in complete darkness. The Plumerian let out a strange bark which echoed throughout the ship before all turned to chaos. Paws destroying anything in their way, tail knocking down rows upon rows of boxes spilling raw food and extra supplies all over. A second bark turned into a eerie rumble which began to interfere with the actual ship. Claws began to slip out of his paws, claws that you wouldn't believe to be there. Somehow managing to dig in to the ship's solid floor, connecting the Plumerian to the ship's controls.

His eyes began to shut down, fading to become blank without pupils. He was no longer among reality, but in a world of computer science. He raced each piece of code to it's core until he uncovered an engine. Locking on, he took hold and subconsciously sped up the ship causing it to jolt forwards. The screams from above his body were inaudible as he roamed his own realms of technology. It was as if some monster had taken over. This was certainly not the Plumerian in his own nature.

Another series of screeching foretold that something drastic was happening to the ship. The noise of another ship's horn rose into the air and a clunk spoke of how two, full sized ships had collided at full speed. The dark, Plumerian pup fell out of his coded world and lost his balance, sliding down one side of the ship until he reached a door. The same door he had arrived through. Lying there, trying to regain himself for a moment. He shook his head and looked up. The door he was leaning against swung open and he was skidding out onto the balcony. It wasn't long before his paws were scrambling against the ledge before he would fall into the water. Instinct taking over, he sprung away only to realise that the other side of the ship was being lapped up by the waves.

Voices called out to him and hands reached upwards to grab his tail as he fought his way away from the water. What was happening? Had he done this? He shot upwards and grabbed onto a pole which was till a part of the ship. The scream coming from around him began to subside as one by one the people began to sink under the surface. The splashing began to get to the young pup as he stared in horror at all the lives they were losing and he knew it would be him next.

Emotions

Up until Dakarai was 12 he couldn't feel any emotions and simply lived as a machine. He couldn't share in other's pain or love, he could never understand how they worked. The most he knew was the feeling of danger and instinct, beyond that was nothing. After being struck in a thunderstorm, Dakarai's code got interrupted and somehow waves of emotions began trickling into his system and were recorded for later use. However, this wasn't all good. As the new information entered his system a fatal error also managed to get in and was only discovered when he became 13 years of age.

Entry 1
Dear Book Thing,
I refuse to call you a diary because I would have no
need for one of them, I do not need to record my
days in a book for I have a brain chip that can do
that for me. More on that later. Anyway, today is
October 8th 2008, I am currently 12 years old and
leading up to my 13th birthday. The only thing I
can say about my history here is the fact that I
am orphan. I am currently being fostered by a
questionable mother. My "father" passed away
two years ago, how very sad. Sound unmoved
don't I? Not my fault, was born this way. For
I am not fully real, I am machine.
Dakarai

Entry 2
Book Thing, I feel strange.
It was raining yesterday and they forced us
outside at school. I-I think I didn't only shock
my classmates, but myself too. I remember
blacking out and arriving in the school nurse's
room. She was speaking to me about something
deep when I fizzed and my coat began to leak
out masses of liquid. I was sent home, but there
was no one there to greet me. However book
thing, I feel different now. I feel almost... alive.
Dakarai
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Entry 3
Book thing, it's nice to see you at least.
Mother has been acting very odd at the moment
and won't speak to me. She seems to look at me
differently and won't come near me, actually no.
She wouldn't come near me before due to my
habit of stinging others. I've not been allowed
back into school since the rain and my head
keeps trilling with notifications of my "friend's"
messages asking how I'm doing. I don't believe
in those creatures for they do not fully believe
in me. Someday I'll be the same. Someday I'll
join them at the cool kids table, but for now
I stay away.When I tried to communicate
with mother this morning she snapped at
me and sent me away. Life's hard enough
at school, never mind at home.
Dakarai

Entry 4
Book Thing,
I don't think mother likes me anymore. She
pushed me away with her tail and walked
out leaving me to write to you.
I just wish I could know what's up with her.
If only I had a real mother, maybe she
would care for me more. I'm leaving soon
anyway. I've seen what is to come for me
in the future and it is for both of our
safety that I go away. I am going to
have to isolate myself before the world
is safe from my own error. I'll try and
ask mother to put an extra entry in
here, I don't even know why I started
doing this in the first place.
Dakarai

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Entry 5
Dear Book Thing,
Dakarai asked me to finish this for him. I already miss the little trouble maker. Maybe I should sum
up what's happening here. I gave Daka this book when he was very little and most of these pages are just filled with scribbles. Only recently he's started writing in here and only recently has he left me. Reading through the only four entries in here I can learn a lot about my so called son. Now I know why he was so neutral when his "father" died. He has only ever shown emotion through instinct behaviors. It hurts me to know that he wanted to swap me for a real mother and that he doesn't think I was caring for him. It's been a hard time recently and Daka has been slipping lower on my list of things that need attention. He's never been one to be very expressive, always disappearing into his own world and quite literally too.

A few days ago Daka came to me with his school bag swung over his shoulder and handed me a note. It read:
I must leave here for your safety, I would say I love you, but that wouldn't really mean anything coming from me because I don't know what love actually is. Good bye. From Dakarai.

I don't know where he's gone, or why he's got to go, but I hope with all my heart that he survives because whatever it is he's going doing I have the feeling it's going to be serious.
Dakarai's Mother

Full Name: Dakarai Flame

Gender: Male / Computer

DoB: 21st May 1996

Species: Plumerian / Machine

Current Bounty: 760 Great British Pounds

Physical Appearance: Lean and skinny build, inside mechanisms are hard to the touch. Sleek black hair, dip dyed blue. Blue pixelated markings painted onto various areas of the body. Some say that sharp shards can emerge from these markings and give a slight shock.

Vocal Sounds: An eerie robotic bark can be heard before going into a rampage. Stays silent for most of the time.

Characteristics: Very quiet, very spontaneous and an unlikely threat. Too intelligent, suspected to have a computer for a brain. Can be very good natured when roaming around, yet can instantly turn and become a raging monster.

Last Appearance: 11th June 2010

Wanted For: Hacking into various different computer systems and inputting serious viruses.
Causing innocent civilians harm and terror.
Disrupting city business.
Sinking a ship where people presumably drowned.

Information sources:
- Log, donated by scientist over in Spain. Subject is apparently lab made.
- Written Passage, donated by an Anonymous sender. Confirms rumours of the sunken ship.
- Replicated Diary, donated by a Plumerian that claims she might have been close to the suspect
- Digital image, created by an artistic witness.

IF YOU EVER SEE THIS PLUMERIAN, CONTACT 999 UPON SIGHT AND STAY AWAY FROM THE SUBJECT.
Thank you.

Recent Witness':

I didn't know it was him at the time. I just noticed a moving shape in the distance and managed to recognise it as one of the few remaining Plumerians. I wanted to get closer, I wanted to see what they were like in real life. But, but he isn't a real Plumerian. He barked at me in the strangest way and then continued to grab me and push to me the, the floor.

I have since then woken up in hospital with an artificial arm. What else he did to me, I can't remember because my memory feels odd and patchy. This all happened about 5 months ago, at least I'm starting to come back now.

You want me to speak about that beast? Oh no, please no. I won't be able to sleep for the nightmares. I can't remember anything useful, but he sucked out some of my brain. I swear I'm telling you the truth! This, this monster, isn't looking for pain, but for the cells in our heads. Don't let him get close to you, don't ever let him knock you out, you won't know who you are anymore and you'll no longer have any friends.

But where did I go?

I could tell you, but that would confirm my mystery. Perhaps we can leave it a secret for another century? I suppose I should tell you, this is all the records of my past, but do we want to remember such horrific times? Okay, just remember this isn't my doing. You brought this upon yourselves.

This section is a work in progress, if you see this while judging, just ignore this part and know I would have done something extra here if I had the time. ^^

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Upon Interaction

Dakarai believes in not judging a book by it's cover. He will never look at someone on the outside and decide to spit out his first impressions. He keeps his greetings short and polite. Some may say he's a traditional gentleman upon meeting him. He likes to follow by the little policy of: Be nice, you never know what someone is going through in their life. As it's true to himself as well. However, some can take this polite attitude the wrong way. Others will pick on him for his "posh" accent and "fancy" words upon greeting. This can anger him, yet he tries his best to keep his cool.

Although, upon meeting new girls, he will chicken out. He has no experience with the female gender and doesn't have a clue on what to say. He has trouble starting off the conversation or introducing a new topic. He often stutters and embarrasses himself, which often leads him to thinking that others will accuse him of having a crush on the girl he is trying to talk to. Dakarai then tries to exclude himself from whatever activity they were doing.

When speaking to those he knows a little better, Dakarai opens up a little more, but tends to vent at those willing to listen. He can throw about bad jokes and make puns at every chance he gets and can even go as far as playing something on the nearest musical instrument to him. However, he can get snappy at times and has often scared potential friends off with his "grumpy" days. These usually lead up to one of his famous errors, where he tries to exclude himself from everything. On the other hand, when he's not putting others off by being grumpy he's probably scaring them off by being too direct with his speech. He claims that it isn't his fault that others have their flaws, but believes that there is no point going around something when the meaning is going to hurt anyway.

One final thing for this section, is how willing Dakarai is. He is well known for doing what he is told and not giving it a second thought. You would think he'd be pretty bright with a computer operating as a brain, but some Plumerians just don't have common sense. This has lead to some late minute decisions to jump out at the very last second when he finally realises what he's actually doing.

When Alone

Dakarai has the habit of pacing and speaking to himself when he's alone. He can very quickly get stressed about stuff when he thinks too deeply about it. Then he will spend time delving into his computer chip of a brain to find out more secrets of his past, present and maybe even the future. Sometimes he can uncover something that really needed to be left alone and then he must live with the consequences.

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Heyoo, it's me Shadowbolt here and I'd like to first of all thank you for reading through my long form. There is a bit left to go, but I've seen others put this sort of section in and thought I'd give it a go myself too. So I've been obsessing over this plumie since it came out and have been busy trying to develop his character. I really enjoyed creating his story of how he was made in a lab, escaped to England, became a well known criminal and then ended up hiding at a pub. Since this is more about Dakarai then me I'll try and keep this short, but it really is up to you whether I deserve this Plumerian or not. He would be my first if I were to get him. If I won this beauty I definitely plan to roleplay with him and develop his character even more. I want to give more depth to his storyline than this. I would to love to add loads more to this form, but the closing date is just to close.

All in all, I had a great time doing this. Even if I don't win Dakarai I know I have enjoyed creating this character and this has helped me with various things and was never a waste. So Thank you. c;

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I return to the Black Plumerian still carrying the many documents. I speak to him and tell him to come outside with me. We find a small picnic bench and sit down. I can see he is shaking and is petrified. I lean forward and brush his sleek hair to the side, ignoring the pain as one of his pixels fall onto my arm. He stares back at me and I smile. I speak to him and say: so you did learn how to feel. He almost blushes and his hair rolls back down to cover his eye again.
"Yeah. But-but why aren't you freaking out?"
I chuckled and stretched out a hand towards him. I open my mouth and say: Dear Dakarai. I wrote all this for you, I helped create you and now I will continue on to write your story and draw your artwork for as long as you are one of my beloved characters.

DAKARAI
"For I am not fully real, I am machine."

credit ;;
Writing and Formatting - Me
Critique - .chamomile.
Korowai - Thunder
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xXx - .chamomile.
xXx - ||TechnoVanGogh||
xXx xXx - Me

[Little Fish]

You open the dusty gold, gem encrusted, box to find a heavy book with loose pages in between, sticking out at odd angles. The silver key and map you found in your basement led to this boring discovery until you open the front page to huge letters that dug through the page, ripping small holes, and smaller grey letters at the bottom, worn away with age.

This is a warning for those who do not qualify.

There is no glory.

Only destruction.

I hope you heed to my warning.
This is not a book you get at a library.
This is my book.
I am the Greek scientist, Soul, the famous discoverer of the more famous "Matrix Error", Sfálma ti̱s mí̱tras.
I have hidden this book from the world to protect her and me.
After gaining knowledge, of what was going to happen to my precious Mí̱tra, I had to get her out of there.
Even with the knowledge that I could never return, she was still more important than my own life.
Now all I ask is that you put this book back lock the box and throw the key far away from here, leaving no trace.
If you do not comply, there will be consequence's that will sit on your conscience until the day you rot six feet below this book.
Please. We beg you. There is no need to find us. Please.

Reading it over again and again, to make sure you read it right, your mouth hangs open flabbergasted at this magnificent discovery. 'The scientist Soul! She has been missing for a good sixty years and this is where she stashed all of her secrets!' You think to yourself before smiling into the dusty mirror with random words written in the years of dust that have collected on the mirror. Your eyes then go back to the huge black letters at the top. 'Destruction? What destruction? That horrible Matrix Error should have been destroyed the moment she was born, if anything. She has caused countless wars and deaths. Messing up the governments stored computer documents, firing off missiles into enemy and ally territory. SHE caused total chaos to spread like a disease and this ScIeNtIsT is protecting her!?!' Your thoughts race as you flip the page angrily, they come to a small stop as you read the next two pages of writing.

TuRn BaCk

Full name ;; Sfálma ti̱s mí̱tras
Meaning ;; Matrix Error in Greek
Shortened Name ;; Mí̱tra
Meaning ;; Matrix in Greek
Gender ;; Omni // No Gender
Born To World ;; Thu Jun 19, 2014 6:53 pm
Age ;; As old as the beginning of time
Sexuality ;; Refuses to feel an attraction to either sex
Spoken Languages ;; Programmed with all know languages
Voice ;; She is now a mute
Personality ;; Antisocial Personality Disorder

Day one ;; The subject responds with many grunts and growls
as we take samples and examine it.
It doesn't seem to feel pain, it doesn't seem to feel any emotion for that matter.
It just makes the same consistent noises for no apparent reason.
We have discovered it's origin, it is quite strange.
It's cells show that it is as old as the oldest rock sample we have of the earth.
One couldn't simply survive this long.
We can not come up with any theory using this odd information.
Though I have theorized that it came from the outer world that balances this world.
I have only come up with this theory because of it's knowledge of this world and the
fact that total chaos has broken out over the world since it's quick and short arrival.

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You speed through the pages reading each one carefully and inspecting every detail. Before long you come to the conclusion that even if you have Soul's book you will still never be able to find her or the Matrix Error. You close the book with a harsh slam and throw it to the side. A small but heavy note card falls out with tiny words written on it picking it up you read it.

Every first letter of every second word
Every fourth letter of every fifth word
In the whole section
Pages 53 through 100
That's where you will find us.

wip theres a storm QuQ

[Sethh]

I'm sorry to be rude, but will this ever be judged?

[jern.]

I'm sorry to be rude, but will this ever be judged?

There was no set end date, The artist will close this when she feels enough forms are done. She will post when she starts to judge, until than please have some patience. IF you have any more concerns about this message me privately, please dont post anymore on this thread about this.

[Hiroko]

This contest will remain open for a few more days to a week. Please, this is to everyone, do not PM me about the end date anymore.

[heir]

This contest will remain open for a few more days to a week. Please, this is to everyone, do not PM me about the end date anymore.

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