[Cleverify]

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Asterion "Bird" Cernan

◖Gender◗
Biologically Male - [Gender Confused]

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Video Journal salvaged from the wreckage of Orion-78 Project Delta - Saturn:
Entry #1: Day 26 ;; 03:46:13
[Subject sits unsuited in front of camera. Smiling.] Asterion: "It's time! They said we couldn't do it, but I'm here now! I'm approaching the rings of Saturn, landing will commence in 3 hours!
They said we couldn't do it, but we did, we have the technology!"
End.

Entry #64: Day 365 ;; 15:02:56
Asterion: "It's been a whole year now, since I've been here, my research is close to completion... I never thought it would be so... lonely. I think the seclusion is getting to me, I thought I heard someone whispering yesterday." [Subject's body language indicates lack of proper sleep.] "I'm so alone here."
End.

Entry #72: Day 402 ;; 00:00:00
[Subject is suited. Paranoid tendencies.] Asterion: "I heard them again today, they're getting clearer. They want me to go outside, I'm going I think, I have nothing left to lose." [Subject stands and exits camera viewing screen. Loud unidentifiable sound. Camera glitches. Subject returns to view. Appears Lucid.] "What was I about to do!? I need to leave, I'm going to try and get into contact with central command. I don't want to die here. I'm going insane."
End.

Entry #74: Day 000 ;; 00:00:00
[Subject appears desperate. Camera malfunctioning.] Asterion: "I thought there wasn't life here? It's supposed to be unsustainable! I hear them! They know my name! How do they know my name!?" *Indistinguishable rambling.*
End.

Entry --: Day --- ;; --:--:--
[Subject advised for containment. Classified information discovered.] Asterion: "They lied! They lied to me! I'm not the first one they sent up here!
End.

Entry --: Day --- ;; --:--:--
Asterion: "I'm going outside." [Subject exits camera view, proper equipment not worn.]
End.

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"Those are written transcripts from the journal I supposedly made while aboard the ship.They thought they could contain me, but I'm different now. I don't know what I am, but I'm not staying here any longer. When they retrieved my body from the surface of a large iceberg orbiting Saturn, I was somehow still alive, I wasn't wearing my suit yet I survived the impossible, but not without consequence. I'm different now, in body and mind. They said my name was Asterion, but that means nothing to me, they say I was a man destined for greatness, but I feel ageless and their genders mean nothing to me. This will be my last true entry. I'm leaving, see to it that no one follows me, you know what I'm capable of."

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You know nothing of your planet.

Did you know a planet can be ejected from its solar system? That big rock you pathetic lifeforms call home used to be ours! When it left the orbit of our sun, the planet began to freeze over, and we migrated to the geothermally active areas to survive. The 'Earth' as you call it had nowhere to go, it drifted through space as, slowly, we died off. Then, something wonderful happened. We attached to the orbit of another sun, and the planet could live again, but this new Earth was not like our old home. So we left, our bodies able to survive among the rings of Saturn, and we sent down our DNA so that a new species could evolve from our likeness. When you sent your own to us, we claimed them, for our numbers were low. Never before has one of them fought so hard though, and you managed to take him before we could finish.

I am so sorry for what we have unleashed upon you.
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[zelos]

Possible res??

Username: Sinful Symphony

Name: Jareth?? Zerah?? Remus? Icarus?

Gender: Male

Writing: winks

Art: c;

"You can be king again."

[sibylline,]

Username: dinitrix
Name: Diyun
Gender: Male
Writing: The huge network of caves underneath --- have shown ancient markings, made by dwarves. They are made with bright colours, and there are many repeating pictures...
Art:
res from a distant planet named Ceres
my planet so :P
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eep lost connection </3
Good luck to everyone participating and early congrats to the winner.

[Baylin]

mark
Username: chinchillax
Name: Aurio
Gender: male
Writing:
Out in space there are many many galaxies, vast enterprises with technology that was only thought of in cartoons and fairy tales. Today, we're focusing on one planet in the Keriou galaxy, Watoo. Watoo, home to eight regions that work together to live in harmony. While technological advancements aren't the main focus of Watoo, it is known for -
GaAhh, This has to be perfect but it just seems too... bleh
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Diary entry : 3155
"What does she have that I dont?
I've been with them longer...
thirteen years, thirteen years of my life wasted.
ThroWn away like -
-like a piece of traSh!

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Diary entry : 047// 4-17-2005



Art:

[Snowseph]

Marking! :0

I have two (probably pointless) questions. You said their blood is corrosive, yes? Does that mean they're immune/unaffected by their corrosive blood? I am pretty sure any corrosive material would not be good to have in a regular person's body, lol. Also, is their blood more acidic or basic, then? (As far as I'm aware, the average blood [w/o any diseases that would change it] has a pH of 7.4 or so?) edit// okay, just re-read and saw that it can eat through Earth materials, so then their blood is more acidic?
I'm a science nerd, whoops. I over think things, sorry.

[Lillybear]

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Username ;; Lillybear
Gender ;; Agender
Art ;; Above, by me.
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I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking that I'm from
another planet, even another
universe, perhaps. I am sad to
say that this guess is a common
misconception. As unbelievable
as it might seem, I'm still only a
Plumerian. A unique one, granted.

But let me explain.

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You could say I was more of a ghost than an alien.
You see, I'm literally made of the spirits of Plumes
who've passed on. I'm still a Plumerian at heart - or
soul, I don't really have a heart - but I'm made up of
all our departed, loved Plumerian's spirits. And I have
a special job, and that's to spread the love our passed
ones can't anymore. Basically my whole life is devoted
to flirting. But hey, I'm not complaining. It's really nice
to meet so many other Plumerians, but's it's sad to leave
them heartbroken, because I can't stay in one place for
long, because if I do, or if I stop spreading love, I start
to get weaker and weaker. I guess it's just a price that
I have to pay. So there you have it, the sad story of my
life, and where I'm from. Oh - there's one more thing
you're probably wondering about. My name. When I
was born - made - whatever, I didn't have a name.
When I was young, still understanding my job, I
got picked on a lot because I'm different, and
they kept calling me "Creep" so much, and I
guess it just kinda stuck.....................

[Novi]

Username: underfaker
Name: Keros
Gender: Agender
Writing:
Art:

wip eue

[crashkeys]

Username: shattered soul
Name: exe
Gender: female
Writing:
Art: cool plum sitting on her planet w legs crossed and silly face on wow
doesnt actually come from an alien place, she mad eit up....
she likes to make stories.....

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//stalking //

[howling dog]

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Username: Sinking Ink

Name: Halley.

Age: 19

Gender: Female. She/her

Cause of Appearance: Radiation poisoning from falling meteorites.

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People never believe me when I say that. They like making their own assumptions you know? They ask with their wide little eyes if I’m from space? No. Area 51? No. Some mastermind’s laboratory? God no. Just... stupid little Oklahoma. Then they start asking their obnoxious little questions. ‘But... how can something like... like you.. be from Oklahoma?’ they always ask like my very existence is rocking their boring little worlds. I always respond so sickeningly sweet ‘Well when two plumerians love each other veeeery much the stork brings them a baby, and my folks just happened to live in Oklahoma!’

And it’s as simple as that really. One rainy morning in the dingy local hospital I was forced into the world. My parents said I was a weird baby, I didn’t even utter a sound when I was born. The doctors said while that was strange, I seemed to be perfectly healthy. Perfectly Healthy. Just weird. I was straddled with the name Halley, like the comet, and I unwillingly became a resident of a backwater town with a population of 507. It was one of those communities where everyone knew everyone, and neighbors helped each other. It was a town where everyone was perfectly alike. Anything odd was frowned upon. Anything abnormal was shunned. Anything different wasn’t permitted to exist.

Luckily while I was an odd baby, I was a typical child. A sweet southern girl with that darling little accent in a town with no other children? I was quite the hit with the local folks. It's quite the shame it all had to end. One night when I was 16, The man on the news said there was gonna be a meteor shower, and I wanted to go watch it. Alone I crept up onto a hill a mile from my house to view the spectacle. It was late, and I was tired so I promptly fell asleep. It all feels like a dream now. Like it happened to someone else, and I was just the unfortunate plume who had to bare witness to it. But no, it didn’t happen to someone else.

I was awoken by the world shattering around me. A sound so loud I could feel it ripping through my eardrums greeted me as my nose started to bleed. I could see it dripping down my… fur? No, it didn’t look like I even had fur anymore! The blood dripped down my face towards the earth, and wherever the green droplets touched (At the time I didn’t question why my blood wasn’t red) the dirt began to simmer and smoke, burning tiny holes into the ground. Once again, I passed out.

I awoke towered over by figures in lab coats. Scientists. They told me in their calm voices that a meteorite had landed right next to me. I was unhurt, but the meteorite had been radioactive. ‘Like in the comic books’ I thought. My appearance had been… altered. I was strange, alien, and abnormal. I went home different, and my little town couldn’t handle that. They shunned me, turned their backs to me. It didn’t matter that I was still just me! I was weird and strange, and they just couldn’t allow that. They COULDN’T JUST PRETEND I WAS NORMAL when I looked so WEIRD! ...So I left. Or more accurately, the people I had once trusted threw me out. I’m still just me.

But they didn’t care.



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