◘|Mαƨզʋɛяα∂ɛ|◘{Semi-Lit/Lit Roleplay, O&A}

[AtomicMilkshake]

{It's very advanced.. I can't really get into the feel of it...}

[Kites]

{{My posts probably won't be as long as that, I just splash out occasionally :3}}

[BlissfulFarrago]

((Ah, this looks awesome! 83 I'll come back and edit this later~
◘Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ◘: BlissfulFarrago
◘Ɔнαяαcтɛя Иαмɛ◘: Amando Leon [He keeps his last name a secret, and effectively uses his middle name as a last name. His real last name, though, is Vesiger]
◘Δɢɛ◘: 21
◘Ǥɛи∂ɛя◘: Male
◘Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ◘: In the presence of others, Amando stays calm and cool. Never a hint of anger, fear, or happiness. This is his defense against others, and he uses it to the best of his advantage. Alone, he is very passionate about his occupation: a mask-maker. He's less reserved around, well, his masks. The same thing would apply, to a degree, if he had close friends, but he does not; he's too cautious to let anyone get that close. He's very secretive about his life, and does not appreciate being asked about himself.
◘˩˩Lσʌɛ Ɩитɛяɛƨт◘: Open
◘Ƥσωɛя/Ǥιғт◘: Amando has the ability to move objects and to make them sound as if they are speaking. He cannot make them do anything impossible with the material. For example, he can make a piece of metal bend, and say "Ouch!" but he can't make a piece of wood bend.

A curious side effect of this is that if he does this often enough with something, the object will slowly come to life, controlling itself at random times, or at all times if he uses his ability on it all the time. This has happened to several of his masks, which is why they keep him company.
◘Mαƨκ◘{pic of one that symbolizes gift}:
The one on the bottom.
(It's hard to find a manly mask! xD)
◘Δρρɛαяαиcɛ◘{Realistic picture, please}: Like this, but without stubble
◘Ƭнɛмɛ Ƨσиɢ◘: Another Town by, Regina Spektor
◘Ѳтнɛя◘:))

[Harpy•]

{{@ Mαsquεгαde♥, that's perfectly fine! ^.^ You don't need to post near as much, but I find that focusing on a couple of things and making them as detailed as possible makes your posts look a lot bigger than the actual content that's in them. xD
@BlissfulFarrago, thankyou for bookmarking! ^.^}}

[BlissfulFarrago]

((Edited. :3))

[Kites]

{{Friendly nudge }}

[Kites]

*Whistles Idly*

[Harpy•]

{{Sorry guys lol Accepted, thankyou for joining and I'll add you soon! ^.^ Post your intro whenever you'd like, but would you read Damon's intro first? It contains some information about the setting and other small details that you might find helpful. ^.^}}

[BlissfulFarrago]

The sun pried open Amando's eyelids, much to his regret. He pulled his comforter over his head and tried to go back to sleep, but it was too late; he was already awake. He threw off the bedclothes and got up, not bothering to make the bed. Amando shuffled towards to door which led to the main room of his small house, thinking about how these late-night meetings were really taking a toll on him.

Even before he opened the door, he could hear the voices, and moaned inwardly. He was not in the mood for this.

The first thing Amando heard was, "Well, Sleeping Beauty finally awakes."

"Shut up, Pigface," Amando muttered. Calling one of the many masks hanging from the walls "Pigface" wasn't an insult; it was his name, and not out of spite, either. He really was the face of a pig. Pigface was the first quality mask Amando had made, keeping it out of sentimental value. Sometimes Amando wondered if that really was the wisest choice, as Pigface wasn't exactly a joy to be around all the time...or even most of the time. Of course, that was Amando's own fault.

As he grabbed some sort of breakfast drink, Amando heard another mask speak. It was Galetzia, saying, "Oh, you're just jealous. It's not like you have any beauty, Pigface!" She laughed as Pigface muttered something vaguely insulting, and Amando smiled slightly. Galetzia, a white mask with extravagant eyelashes and makeup painted on, was one of his favorites. Talking to her was always flattering. Various other masks chattered in the background as Amando's bedroom lamp sulked in the corner, a rather unfortunate result of using his power to turn it off too many times.

Amando sat in his armchair, silently praying it wouldn't be alive now. When most people sit in an armchair, it makes a soft noise. Amando's either said "Oof!" or "This is the worst job in the world," or both. Today, it said both.

"Oof!" it complained. "This is the worst job in the world." Amando ignored it and looked at his newest creation, still sitting on his worktable. The mask was deceptively simple, nowhere near as impressive as his complex character masks. The material was red and plain, though it had a quiet luster to it. It was carved through in complicated designs, showing a shining gold material beneath it, one that caught the light as if to reveal hidden life and fire within. Golden feathers fell from the sides.

Amando would never use his power on this mask. It wasn't it character; this mask was he.

((Woohoo, long ramble! xD Sorry, I had fun with the talking masks and such.))

[BlissfulFarrago]

((Bump? o3o))