[elyx]

Name: Tawny
Gender: Female
What scares him/her?: (250 word limit)
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[snil]

Dropping out, sorry

[groenii]

Name:
Kieran, means 'dark' in Irish

Gender:
Male

What scares him/her?: (250 word limit)

He fears a specific recurring nightmare:

*creeeeeaakk* the old wooden floor creaked ominously as Kieran silently but hurriedly navigated through the dark hallways. He had been here before. He didn’t know how or when but he knew he had to leave this place now. It was pitch black, but light from an unknown source lighted his path just enough to see where he was going. A wail sounded far of in the distance, rising all of Kieran’s hairs and sending a shiver down his spine. Kieran shivered and sped up. ‘Where? Where is the exit? I need to get out of here!’ he thought. *Thud* ‘What was that?!' Kieran froze and listened. *tap… tap…* Kieran jolted. *tap… tap… tap…* Kieran’s eyes went wide with terror. He could feel a presence behind him getting closer…and closer… ‘Feet! Move feet! Please!’ Kieran thought frantically as he tried to stir his terror-struck feet into motion. *tap…* “gihihihhihihi” a ghostly voice suddenly screeched just behind him. ‘Go away…’ Go away!’ Kieran thought as he finally started running faster and faster. Blazing through narrow hallways, barely avoiding holes in the wall, Kieran kept running. But no matter how hard he ran, he couldn’t escape the ice cold breath of the creature in his neck, and the feeling of the creatures ghastly claws, as it ensnared him more and more. ‘NO! Noooooo!’ Kieran tried to struggle and get away. But the creature’s hold was too strong, and it slowly dragged him off deeper into the darkness...

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Personality

Hello, my name is Kieran. I’m a cheerful guy who loves to have fun! Though I can be a bit grumpy when I just got of bed, hehe. I love to read books and watch films. But I’m not all that much into scary things though. I have a strong tendency to get… nightmares from things that scare me. I once read a book from the Goosebumps series called The Headless Ghost and now I keep having the same nightmares of being chased over and over again… *shivers* But yeah, *shrugs* that’s just me. Bye-bye!

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[Sambee]

Name:
Crisle

Gender:
Female

What scares her?:
Crisle is afraid of her own imagination. She tries to not think about anything horrific, but it always happens. At night, she will be almost a sleep, when her mind will create noises and make shadows start to mend into faces or creatures. If she ever sees or reads about an especially horrific scene it will always stay in her mind for when night falls.

Short poem she recites before bed:
I hope you're listening up there,
Because I can't bear another nightmare,
So please hear me out,
pay this prayer some mind,
And let me sleep safe and sound.

[heckhoundz]

name:
Lucifer Raven

gender:
male

what scares him/her?:
sciaphobia - fear of shadows

somniphobia - fear of sleeping

wip

[kittu]

name:
tart
gender:
female
what scares her?:
tart has a fear of loss or the replacement of her personal items,
especially within the possibility of loosing her hat or scarf. the
fact that even her most personal and favorite items could ever
be taken from her absolutely terrifies her, and usually results in
the recurring nightmares of herself wandering lost through the
corn fields she helps guard, searching desperately for her hat in
some while her scarf is the subject of others. tart's fear affects
other objects as well, and has always given her problems within
having to replace old furniture or move into a new home. it
always fills her feel guilty, no matter what it is that she is being
forced to rid herself of or renew. her stress with this often leads
to her tying her scarf around her hat and head while she does
her absolute best to prevent herself from misplacing her things.

-dreams of the lost hat-

[yenneii]

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Name: Tazz [Nicknames: Tazzy, Tazzles, Tang.]
Gender: Male

What scares him?: Tazz has a fear of peanut butter.
When he was sixteen he had a very severe reaction that sent him to the hospital.
Someone had brought peanut brittle to school and shoved a piece in his mouth
that caused him to go into anaphylactic shock and get teased after he was released
from the hospital. The next month wasn't that fun.

[néktar]

Lost connection u^u Good luck to everyone!

Name:


Gender:
Male

What scares him/her?:
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[Sp00kEHours]

Name:
Pirrip but also known as Pip.
Gender:
Male
What scares him/her?:
If there has ever been something to scare Pip on even the best of his days, with the sun shining but not beating those on the soil with sweltering heat, it is fire. Anyone can speak up and say that Pip is a natural born runner, and this little talent of being able to nearly outrun a ponypulled cart comes in handy whenever a field or something else is on fire. It is not often that a fire starts in his small town, with a population of only two hundred other residents - one hundred and one if you count Pip himself - and usually it is handled quickly.To the point where he doesn't have to worry about it or to the point where he doesn't even know it happened until the gossip sets fire - as nothing can really be kept a secret in such a small town if you don't keep your mouth shut well and not tell anyone. But when in the presence of a fire, feeling the heat of the flames against his beautiful fur, there is something about that uncontrolled source of heat that simply makes his blood run cold within his veins.His ears will perk, ever so very aware of the sizzling as those ember monsters devour whatever they can, and his tail will hang stiff like a board. Pip's body becomes stiff, and in the presence of fire - depending on how close ranged it is - he will either take the freeze or flight approach.
Diary Entry from Pip:
There is something about sitting upon the roof as the sun just barely rises in the sky that makes getting up early worth the while. Even if my eyes can barely stay open by dinner, and I collapse into my bed each night, watching the way the sunlight gives an amber reflection to the forever dark, ebony colored feathers of the crows lingering on the fence of the corn field. There's just something that absolutely fascinates me about the way those feathers light up, and the way those beady, possibly souless black eyes stare out ahead, into the brightening sky.

[Sora Kurai]

Name:
Harvey Fraser, but he is also known by ‘Scarecrow’ and ‘Crow’

Gender:
Male

What scares him?:
{his imagination}

Not much that others would consider real can scare Harvey. It's what others dismiss as daydreams that frighten him.

Harvey's over-active imagination loves to play tricks on him. He never talks about what he sees, but if he were to describe them, he’d depict them as dark figures shrouded in smoke; his mind makes them frightening. No one else knows the shadowy figures that skulk through the forest, or the figure perched on that scarecrow.
They remind him of shadowy ghosts that no one else can see.

Actually that’s not quite true, his grandma could see them, then his dad after she died. Harvey only started seeing them after his dad disappeared.

These ‘ghosts’ as he’s taken to calling them don’t seem to notice anyone besides themselves –and Harvey. They have never attempted to communicate with him.

Fed up, Harvey searched online for ways to handle these visions. One site suggested art. Harvey was dubious at first, but still bought some supplies, and started painting. He wasn’t known for his artistic abilities, but the finished piece shocked him

It had seemed surreal, the pictured fields glowed gold from the light of the coming sun, and perched on a scarecrow in the corner was a lonely crow-person, who seemed to be watching the sun rise. Harvey was disappointed, it looked nothing like his ‘ghost’; he quickly sold the piece, but never gave his name. The art community quickly supplied one, calling him ‘Crow’ and ‘Scarecrow’ after this first piece

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