



Name;;A Given Name is the name someone is given when they are born, usually from a person's parents. If someone finds out your Given Name, they can control your movements. This can be prevented by making deciding on a Taken Name."My given name no longer matters. I never go by it, and dislike it. It does not represent me."
A Taken Name is the name a person makes up for themselves. The name you choose also protects the person from being controlled from their Given Name, above. A person can only choose a Taken Name once. They can choose one name or two names. Sometimes, the name isn't aesthetic, but is chosen by the mage because it feels right to them."My taken name is Luka Megurine. It is a beautiful name, and her songs represent me."
A True Name is the source of the person's power. If the person knows their True Name, they can become very powerful. However, if someone finds out your True Name before you, they can control you. A way to stop this is to seal your True Name before anyone else knows it. "My true name is... ha! I do know my true name, through methods I will not explain, but I am not so stupid as to give it to a stranger."
Gender;;"I am a woman, a girl, a witch - generally anything that implies femininity."
Talent;;"My talent is reading people's relationships just through looking at them. A chipped nail, smudged mascara and torn pair of jeans can tell me more than you can imagine. It is harder to do it on myself - not because I can't see, but because I often don't want to see.
I believe I may be some form of a
Sensitive, albeit a weak one. I am pleased with my talent."
Sexuality;;"I am, in fact, a demi-heteroromantic heterosexual, meaning I own get feelings for people of the opposite gender who I already am very close to. I support relationships of all kinds - I just don't feel a romantic connection to anyone who is not of the opposite gender. It's who I am."
Religion;;"I was brought up as a Muslim, but soon realised I did not share my family's belief in Allah. After I escaped my own wedding, I threw off all pretences of believing in any divine power. If there was one, they would have saved my ex-fiance the pain of being with me.
However, a while down the line I discovered the world of Skulduggery Pleasant - first through the books, then through real life experiences. Ever since, I've realised we are all powerful enough to be 'gods' - we just need to unlock that power. I found mine through cruelty and rebellion, but I like to help other's find theirs through love."

^^By Zombo^^
Story;;I felt sick to the stomach as that familiar face turned towards me, lighting up into a smile. I noted the bunch of tulips in his paws, the rose in his button hole. Bile rose in my throat. How could I do this to him, on what was meant to be the happiest night of our lives? I bit my lip to prevent myself crying out, and walked slowly down the aisle, hoping my white veil might hide my tears. My mother smiled proudly, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. I glared at her through. This was all her doing, her fault. From the moment she signed the agreement that she'd let her two year-old daughter marry the unborn son of her husband's boss to keep his job, every single slither of blame lies on her shoulders. Then I sighed, because I couldn't hate her. Not the woman who looked after me, who loved me and cared for me. If I was a perfect daughter, I'd understand the traditions of her religion, understand that she was doing her best for me. That she wouldn't make me marry a cruel man - for my fiance was a true gentleman. His charming smile, kind eyes and gentle voice enraptured my mother and all he met. And I loved him too, for he was as generous and chivalrous as his looks suggested. But I loved him only as a friend, not.. not like this.
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The imam looked smiled as he asked for the third time,
"Do you take this lady to be your bride, in accordance with her nikah and with the Qu'ran?"
Without hesitation, he replied, "I do,"
The imam then turned to me.
"Do you take this gentleman to be your groom, in accordance with her nikah and with the Qu'ran?"
My hands shook as my mind whirred. I didn't want to hurt him, or bring shame to my family.. but I didn't want to live like this, and I would hurt him whatever - the longer I waited, the more painful it would be for us both.
My finger traced the outline of my first gift from him - a bracelet with an infinity sign, to show his love for me was forever - and nimbly undid the clasp. A sob escaped my throat as I pressed it into his palm.
"Let's just be friends," I said, my voice steadier than I'd dared to hope. I kicked off my blasted high heels and fled from the mosque. My mother stared after me. Footsteps speeded towards me, so I ducked down into an alleyway and hid until they disappeared.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, before tearing off my veil, slipping out of of my wedding dress and into the T-Shirt and jeans I'd bought with me in my bag. A snip of scissors later, I was ready to enter my new life. I glanced at myself in the mirror. Pain-hardened face, scruffy clothes, short hair - I was no longer a desperate bride. I was free. But freedom had never tasted so sour.