Fun Stuff! wrote:Username: PurpleKakashi
Plumie Name: Clay....
Gender: Gender fluid
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Theme Songs: *language warnings*
City - Hollywood Undead
"Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions"
The subject is gender fluid, but prefers the male tense from here on I shall refer to him as such.
A short personality wrote:
The subject is always difficult with everything and anything.
He is stubborn and headstrong. On top of being bull headed
he is smart as a whip, his I.Q. tests are off the charts when
he's not correcting the tests. Even though he is extremely
smart he has very few fears, he acts like he has no fear at
all and will try to take on anyone or thing. Unless of course
it's water. Clay is highly hydrophobic, there are days
when he will not go near window's because of the rain.
He is insane though, the real insanity comes out if he sees
the color red. His fur does not bother him, but if he sees
anything red he will do anything in his power to set it on fire
or better yet -if he has time- blow it up. Part of the reason
for his gas mask is the lens dull colors so he sees red less and
isn't triggered as often.
A brief encounter wrote:Subject has proven IQ of 200, this... Creature is exceptional, on paper that is. He has passed every test with the greatest of easy, he has even corrected errors in the tests to show me how they were wrong. I've never been made to feel so foolish. He is impossible to talk to without him making fun of your lacking intellect, I don't think he means to really harm though it just "shocks" him that there are beings "stupider" than me out there. This is a recording of our first encounter;Recorded Info: 001 wrote:*radio static, then a click of a play button*
"Hello. You have bothered yet another doctor, this time I will be the one asking questions. Do you understand?" It was a calm level voice that sounded overly controlled. There was no reply, but the voice continued on. "Subject, what is your name?" A long pause.
"Clay." A shallow, gravely voice replied "but you should call me 'The Master of Fire and Destruction'." he carried on, his emotion wasn't readable through the sound of the recording. There was another pause, shuffling paper and a sigh.
"What's your actual name?" The calm voice asked, this time more clearly. Again a pause, shorter than the other two though, before the reply of "Fred." From the gravely voice. Then a thick silence.
*Click, tape stops*
Two days later Clay blew up the half of the building we had kept him in. We know it was him because the cameras were able to capture sound, but not visuals after the large blast he had cause. He was laughing...
You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.
S҉ E҉. N҉. T҉. I҉. N҉. E҉. L҉
“You
gotta
fight
fire
with
fire.”
“The
flames
aren’t
burning
me.”
“Fire
can
only
be
extinguished
with
water.”
(You do not need to listen to these unless you want to)
Theme Songs: Fire with Fire by The Letter Black
Monster by Skillet
Demons by Imagine Dragons
Smells like a Freakshow by Avatar
Du Hust by Rammstein
This Close by Flyleaf
Cassie by Flyleaf
Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons
Going Under by Evanescense
Shadows by Red
Monster by Imagine Dragons
Lost Cause by Imagine Dragons
Some Basics wrote:Name: Well, you know his name is Sentinel now. You read his Journal!
Age: Unknown to everyone - even Sentinel himself.
Gender: Also unknown to everyone - again, even to Sentinel. Sentinel prefers to be called a he though.
Personality: Well, Sentinel is crazy...in a way...I mean... Well, Sentinel is a crazy, sad, depressed little guy, with not a lot of hope. He use to be kind and sweet and protective but his memory was wiped away like blood from a cut. Sentinel feels as if he has forgotten a part of himself that he will never get back...and that's why he is sad and feels as if he has no hope left.
The Touch?
-Sentinel is actually right. He can touch fire without it hurting him.
History?
-Sentinel, you see, growing up, was always accused of making things up, but it wasn't fake. He saw what he saw and he also saw...the future. It ruined him - seeing the future.
Being picked on made him protective - that’s why he joined the army. It was a bomb explosion that brought him home.
Everyone was expecting him to die or have major injuries but he survived with less than a scratch. No one else saw the embers and fire flittering around him like butterflies flying from flower to flower. Only he did.
Fire is harmful.
Fire is dangerous.
People want the fire to go away.
They hurt it by splashing it with water.
But no one stopped to realize,
that they should say please?
The Letter Black wrote:It's time to fight fire with fire,
The flames are burning, burning,
Higher and higher
Fire burns things
and it hurts things,
but maybe it's only
doing it because
it's hurt as well.
One cannot run away from their fears.
Try for the impossible.
It's hiding in the walls, in the closets, in the halls.
Touch?
Touch?
I remember touch.
Touch?
Touch?
I remember touch.
Where do I belong?
Touch?
I need something more.
I remember touch!
I need something more
In my mind...
Touch
I remember touch
Pictures came with touch
A painter in my mind
Tell me what you see
A tourist in a dream
A visitor it seems
A half-forgotten song
Where do I belong?
Tell me what you see
I need something more
Kiss
Suddenly alive
Happiness arrive
Hunger like a storm
How do I begin?
A room within a room
A door behind a door
Touch, where do you lead?
I need something more
Tell me what you see
I need something more
(Home..)
Hold on
If love is the answer you're home. (x8)
Touch
Sweet touch
You've given me too much to feel
Sweet touch
You've almost convinced me I'm real
I need something more
I need something... more
Media - Day 1
06/17/1998
Poor
UnknownToday was the day I took Media into the operating room. The others remember this day as the day Media had the explosion. Especially Engineer. He knows it also as 'the day I [beep]ed up'. Crazy man.
The first operation to remove singed fur and skin was successful. Though, the patient did not look visually appealing. Maybe I can get Engineer to design something for her-
My god, she's stopped breathing! Quick! Get the medical mask!
Media - Day 2
06/18/1998
Really poor
UnknownEngineer finally gave me the gas mask for Media... and I found a Plumerian and 'borrowed' their pelt... tee hee!
I grafted the skin and fur on earlier this evening and am currently hoping for the best for when the skin joins with the muscle underneath. Here's to hoping for no rejection!
Aaaand totally jinxed myself for [removed for gruesome detail] happened. Luckily I saved the [blankity blank] from getting any bigger and suppressed it.
tidbits! wrote:yo! i'm a huge loner that makes
art constantly. I use any pronouns
and go by twig, slasher,
or w/e u may know me as!
i'm also an art student studying
drawing & painting!
my pms are always open <3
mood: tired, but content
username: freakyFeline- These colors and design are too enthralling to resist!
My name?
It's been a while since somebody asked. Just call me
Pripyat
My age doesn't matter anymore.
Being exposed to nuclear radiation has had strange effects on me.
Both mentally and physically.
That's right, I have no specified gender, and my course of aging has tremendously slowed. How is this possible you ask? Your guess is as good as mine. But I can guarantee you it had something to do with Chernobyl... I did work there after all.
I woke up to darkness, and silence. The pool had been drained of the water. And I lied at the bottom. The factory had been evacuated. I was the only one left.
Personality:Pripyat has been left alone
for so long, that xe seems unresponsive
to the outside world, if you ask questions
or make commentary, xe will make short,
vague remarks in reply. If the effort is put
into getting to know xer, xe is very outgoing
in a way. Xe becomes playful, energetic, and
fun to be around. However, Xe always carries
an air of responsibility and guilt because of the
day sector 4 melted. Pripyat has also developed
a fascination for fire. Xe is drawn to it like a bug
is drawn to a lamp. Xe'll play in it with xer paws
and curl up dangerously close to it for the comfort it
brings Xer.
What next?: After the explosions, Pripyat
left the factory, afraid of the
radiation, but couldn't just leave
behind the only scenery Xe had called
home. So Pripyat settled in an evacuated
city. Xe explored the theme park and
collected small stuffed toys left behind
by children. Xe found company with them. Pripyat lived there for
so many years that Xe lost count.
Xe was recently discovered by a
photographer who had been photographing
the city. Pripyat was brought home with her
and, despite Xer years of being a recluse,
found a strong companionship with the
photographer.
Users browsing this forum: Amazonbot [Bot], astral. and 37 guests