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ptp name: none know her real name, as she is a dark shadow in the night, but many have called her crest and it has grown on her. for a gentler, more realistic name, some have even dubbed her crescent or cresseia, and she may respond more to the latter. in conclusion, many assume her name is cresseia.
ptp gender: dubbed female, she is often referred to with she/her pronouns, but is indeed genderless.
ptp rarity: very rare
what does this ptp kill, if anything? her cold, lifeless demeanor does not require any killing. she chooses not to kill, as she finds pain in herself while causing pain in others; it's like they are voodoo dolls and she is swung by a bout of agony when another finds it in themselves. she is often called 'death's voodoo' of the locals of the area because of this, and despite her elegantly dubbed name, her titles that follow her around bring fear from the people, and they tear their prying eyes away with annoyance. she does not eat and she barely drinks. some say they have seen her dead, but she does not kill. she reeks, yes, but the question is: what does she kill? maybe it's just herself on the inside.
personality: cresseia is bleak and her glassy eyes constantly hold emptiness, fear, and something near loneliness. it's like she has a frightening scene playing over and over in her mind, taunting her and drawing her from the depths of whatever hell there is. she acts sporadically; she's indecisive and forgets things easily, which is a major issue for her well-being as she is forced to take fight or flight methods in many situations where she is threatened as she does appear like a reaper or a voodoo puppet in some sort of snake form. she is considerably close to the famine paint-tailed python as they both share gaunt, pathetically slender appearances; for this she seems to tag along after the famine ptp much more than any other person or snake for that matter. crest's life is a mystery, from the stench of death to the way she seems to disappear at times. it may take a lot to figure out her mystery.
carmineflyer wrote:Everybody has their burdens, their grief that they carry with them.
-Elizabeth Edwards
βPTP Name: Adiv; "gentle, delicate"
He remembers the name given long ago, and keeps it, unsure why, for at first, he felt unworthy of the name given to him. But he joined with it as time past, understanding that though he needed to keep the others safe, those who gave pain need not suffer more then they needed. Death was to be feared, but in their final moments, all know peace.
βPTP Gender: Male
βPTP Rarity: Very Rare
βWhat does this PTP kill, if anything?
I didn't mean to. I didn't want to, but it came, and I needed to stop it. It scared me and I wanted it to go away. It hurt me, and I wanted it to stop. So I made it stop. It didn't take much more then a gesture, and I thought it would be messier. One movement, one life. No more fear and no more pain. Easy, almost, if I hadn't known, in the back of my mind, that this might haunt me forever if I let it. Unseeing eyes that would forever watch me run. That was the first time.
The second time, it was easier. Fear faded the third time, and pain dulled. Another life, another day. There were many as the years went on, any that caused me hurt. Little ones run from danger, and I ran to it, because I took lives to spare others. That was my justification for it anyway. If I let it get to me, I would shatter, and someone else would take my burden. That would hurt worse.
Hundreds of lives, many days later, I find myself staring into the unseeing eyes of the last thing that hurt me. I could not remember why I wanted it to go away. Little comfort was found in the supposed truth that I made sure only to kill the things that hurt me and the others. If I cannot remember why I kill would-be killers, would-be sadists and the horrible filth that must be trimmed away, why do I still do it?
But it isn't about me anymore. It's about the hurt and pain of others, and I don't matter anymore. I am one murderer who will face justice when he is no longer needed, and someone else will take me place. There is always pain and we will make it stop, if only for a few short seconds, minutes, days. It is worth it, just to see the light in someone else's eyes.
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