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Username; Yugi
Name; Hannya
Gender; Female

Alignment;
● Chaotic evil

Birth date;
● 6th of June

Age;
● 600+ years
She has lost track over
the multiple centuries
she has lived

Scent;
● She smells a lot
like cinnamon
● Her clothes smell
like burnt wood

Name meaning;
● Hannya is the word
for the mask she
owns
● She was given
the nickname by
other actors in
her theater, mainly
due to how she
always has
that mask on
her somewhere

Other names;
● Her real name is not
Hannya; she has forgotten
it during her lifetime
● Her stage name is
"The Pink Oni"

Pet peeves;
● Not being admired
● Ugly truths
● Comments on her
emotions
● Negative comments
on her looks
● Negative comments
on her horns
● Not getting what she
wants when she wants
it
● Not being applauded
at the end of a
performance

Birth place;
● She comes from a
small village hidden
in the mountains

Motivations;
● Hannya is only motivated
by the drive to succeed
and be considered
beautiful by all who
gaze upon her

Dominant hand;
● Right handed

Foods;
● Roasted, sweet tasting
edibles are her go to
snack
● Sweets in general
● She has a weakness
for yams and chestnuts
particularly
● Donburi, or rice bowl
dishes, primarily eel
● She will only eat
freshly prepared food

Beverages;
● Fruit juices,
especially lychee
● She prefers juices
to be freshly squeezed
and without any
added sugars
● Black tea

Colors;
● Reds and pinks

Theater;
● Dramas that feature
singing and dance
● Japanese theater
Noh

Animals;
● Crows - Hannya
adores their jet
black color; when
she's not performing
or practicing, she
will often go out
to feed them if
they're in town
that day
● Black Jaguars -
Even though she has
only heard about these
creatures, she has fallen
in love with their
description; she wants
to be able to one day
see one with her own
eyes

Number;
● 4

Weather;
● Dark, cloudy, rainy
weather without harsh
winds or loud thunder

Likes;
+ Theater +
+ Performing +
+ The color red +
+ Roasted chestnuts +
+ Roasted yams +
+ Candied cherries +
+ Cherry blossom viewing +
+ Sweet lies +
+ Being active +

Dislikes;
- Bitter foods -
- Honesty -
- Playing nice -
- Boring plays -
- Being bored -
- The color green -
- Noodle soups -
- Hard candy -

● The cursed red mask
● Her yukata
● Linen foot wraps
● Wooden sandals
● A lacquered wooden
hairbrush

Art by me
Hannya with her
mask and fan

Personality
Hannya is a jealous, obsessive, impulsive, and manipulative liar. She knows how to trick people into playing along with her cruel acts, allowing her to get whatever she wants, whenever she wants, even if she doesn't deserve it. She obsesses over her looks and she expects others to do the same towards her; Hannya gets easily angered when someone admires anything else but her when she is around, causing her to lash out both physically and emotionally at almost anything and everything. She craves attention relentlessly and will go out of her way to stir up drama if that helps her achieve her goal. She doesn't care if a particular person hates her since she figures that she can always make them come crawling back later on. This feminine Viscet is also not afraid to destroy items, or people, that she likes or is fond of in order to get her point across. She figures that she can always replace them with ease, regardless of how long it will take. Besides, she has all eternity in order to do so, so waiting does not bother her one bit.

Hannya has trouble admitting her true feelings. Instead, they come out as a form of aggression. She doesn't like it when others know that she is feeling troubled or other negative emotions. She wants to appear absolutely perfect to the outside world. She frets that, by showing any sign of what she considers as "weak" or any of her flaws, other Viscets would come to mock and belittle her.
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Art by me|Click for full size
Hannya wearing her usual outfit

Hannya's Dress
Her yukata, a less formal styled kimono fit for the summer's heat, has been handed down to her after generations of wear. It is made of cotton and is completely unlined. Hannya overheats easily, including the winter time, so this is the only dress she can wear with ease. It is a bright reddish pink, becoming darker at the ends; a small floral pattern decorates the tips of her dress's sleeves and bottom. Her obi, the thick ribbon around her waist, is a paler pink. Hannya wears this dress whenever she isn't performing. While she prefers to be "bare-pawed", she will wrap her feet with white linen and wear sandals when she goes outside to prevent them from becoming dirty.

Art by me
A young Hannya gazing at the stars

Her Story
"What an ugly little thing." "What even are those hideous things on her head...?"

For hundreds of days, these nasty phrases clouded the young Viscet's head, throbbing with every repeat. She hid herself away, covering the sharp blackened growths that grew on top of her head with any object she could find that day. With her parents gone and no one close enough to comfort her, the little Viscet's heart had already turned cold towards the cruel world. Her trust for others had completely faded away, and she refused to leave her small, broken shack.

However, she would feel safe leaving the safety of her home only during the night time. This was when everyone in her minuscule town would be at their own home, leaving the streets completely empty. Every night, little Hannya would sit upon her stairs and look up at the dark sky to gaze upon the stars, wishing that she could too turn into a beautiful Viscet. She wanted to be as gorgeous as the actors she would always admire from far away; she didn't want to be different with the horns that grew along with her. One day, a mysterious voice answered her calls; "Do not worry little one," the voice said to her calmly, "for I can make you just as beautiful." The dazed Viscet looked around in total confusion until she stumbled upon a dark red mask placed neatly behind her.

The red mask, even though it was startling to see at first glance, looked familiar to Hannya. She had come to the realization that the very mask she was given was the same exact mask one of the actors had worn on the theater stage days ago. She studied the object closely, taking note of the long horns that adorned the top of the mask. She reached up with one paw to gently pat her own black horns; finally, for the first time she could ever recall, Hannya adored herself. She flipped the mask over so that the back side faced her and immediately placed it on her face. The Viscet stood up out of sheer excitement. She was absolutely ecstatic with how she felt with the mask decorating her face. She ran inside her wooden shack, pulling out a medium sized shard of glass that she would use as a mirror when she needed to brush her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror to admire herself all throughout the night.

When the sun finally rose, Hannya decided that from this point on she would no longer fear the world. Instead, she fixated on the idea that the world would now fear and adore her...

Art by me|Done with watercolors
Hannya with her mask

The Red Mask
Little did the young Viscet know, however, was that the mask was cursed; those that willingly placed it on their face would be permanently transformed into a demon. Their negative emotions will be increased, causing never-ending torment and anger, and they will be forced to live like that for all eternity.

Hannya found out about the curse a few days after wearing it when a traveler who stopped at her village went up to talk to her. She did not mind the curse. Besides, even if she did, what could she do? It was already too late for her to remove the curse on herself. She viewed the curse as a benefit to her situation rather than something that should inconvenience her; the mask was the first event that had improved her life. Regardless of the consequences, she doesn't want to waste this opportunity.

Her Occupation
Hannya was able to become a successful actor at a young age after she received the cursed mask. The theater's owners were just as entranced as they were fearful of Hannya, especially when she placed the mask on her face. Not wanting to feel her wrath, they quickly said yes and gave her any part she wanted. Thankfully for them, Hannya was a good actress who was more than capable of taking on lead roles. She was able to strongly display different emotions when she acted, even when she wore a mask. Audiences that came to see her left in awe of how powerful her acting is.

She often finds herself taking on lead villain roles; she loves how dramatic most villain characters are portrayed and she can perform them very well. She also adores the outfits that villain characters wear, feeling very pleased whenever she puts on their costume. While she is fine with showing her own face, she prefers to wear masks. Very rarely will she ever play a hero due to how bland their parts are, at least to her. One day she hopes that she can write a tale of her own to perform where the villain conquers all and the hero is defeated.

Art by my great friend, ratatouille.

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Name

Azophine(Az, Azi, Azoph, etc.)

Gender

Female

Personality

Az is vicious, wild, and respects no one. She’s a frantic control freak, and gets enraged when things don’t go the way she wants. She feels very bitter when cheated, and is sensitive about being treated fairly. She is maliciously carefree and relaxed, and would prefer to sit back instead of helping others. She feels superior to those around her and tends to be very rude and controlling. She doesn’t feel nervous in social situations, and often takes charge. She has an altogether selfish demeanor and often annoys people with her ego. She makes decisions based on what is best for herself and herself alone. She very much enjoys speaking out, taking charge, and even directing the lives of others to the way she wants. She loves bright lights and crowded streets, and is likely to take risks and seeks thrills within the extent of her liking. She often feels that she does not have enough control over her own life, so she seeks to control others to make things easier for herself. She finds rules overly confining, and thus is often seen as a rule breaker and generally unreliable and irresponsible. If something isn’t deemed important to her, she won’t even bother attempting it most of the time. She often says or does the first thing that comes to her mind without thinking of the consequences, feels cheated when people don’t pay attention to her, and screams to get her way. She likes to think she's an angel(that's why she decorated my post like this) but she is far from that.

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"Dance of Demons" --all poetry by me n' stuff

In the streets of a town malicious
melodies carry from lips so vicious
their sharp teeth shimmer in broken mouths
steps like daggers piece the ground
a sharpened spin, a slicing bow
a devious curtsy, which partners allow
to you, in the distance, watching the scene
dance with us; you seem so keen
your smile twisted, your eyes ablaze
Oh, but innocence makes your head a haze!
my dear, they call, you cannot wait
tarrying now shall seal your fate!
chained by sweetness, caged by light
to be a slave is a terrible plight!
goodness is your nightmare, this anthem is your wake
surely you must join us, such music you can make!
Yes, take our hands and step in tune
stay with us under our bloodstained moon,
and leave us not, for you will find
only corruption lays behind.

Evil Angel

Plotting your destruction
behind a falsehood of grace
your twisted little saint withholds
a wickedness that never dies

Story:

Crisp, dried blood stained the pearly teeth and lodged itself beneath the sharp, dirklike nails of a lone Viscet creeping along the edge of a dastardly-looking forest near a gloomy city. The ominous glow of the ebony-black streetlamps illuminated her crouching form, bringing to attention her large, wild eyes. She slunk noiselessly across the mushy ground, her paws a mess of grass, leaves, and mud that stubbornly clung to them after being pulled roughly from the wet earth. She had her head position at the dirt, her eyes wide and her lips barded into a wicked grin that stretched across the length of her face; a quite fitting expression for the mood of her surroundings. Her tail swished slowly and hypnotically back and forth as she muttered to herself, her eerie giggling filling the dense air every so often as the rhythmithic pounding of droplets drowned her chilling whispers in the pitch black night, pressing her snow-white hair to her soaking body.

"They cheated me."

"They did this."

"They cheated me."

"Their fault."

A cruel, menacing laugh escaped her lips, prompting all manner of creature to hastily retreat from its malice. Not from her, of course, for no creature would cower from such pure beauty; her luscious hair falling gracefully over her shoulders despite being waterlogged and heavy; the white a perfect contrast to the dark beginning of her elegant horns. She seemed the kind who prefers the artificialness of indoors due to the condition of her shiny, angel-like coat. Her glossy fur, adorned by an appealing cherry blossom pattern, was as soft and as extraordinary as silk. Her smooth tail swept out from her back with charming regalness, ending in a cherry-red tuft that was heavenly to touch. Indeed, even in her current state she was quite a sight to behold. By and by, she found herself at the center of the ominously lit town, sitting on the edge of a rusting iron-made fountain. She took a moment to stare at her reflection in the crisp water, and suddenly grimaced at the sight of her bloodied, dingy self. Quickly, she thrust her paws into the fountain, cleansing herself of the blood. The water had begun to change to a purplish hue, and she looked at it with disgust. However, the rain had stopped and she had no other choice. She uneagerly placed her muzzle into the water, and then her entire head. It burned. She yelled out and flung her head from the water, throwing sizzling droplets to the ground around her. She gasped several times, eyes rolling in her skull. When she looked back at the water, however, she forgot the pain. Instead, she looked directly forward as if her head was glued in place as she stared fearfully at the sullen, doll-like figures staring back at her with wide, plastered grins that were awkwardly reflected in the blood-red of the fountain's water. They began speaking to her in a monotone, combined voice before she even had time to react at all, not that she had anywhere to run to. They had circled tightly around her, making it impossible to escape.

"You killed them."
"They were your friends."
But you killed them anyway. For yourself."
For your vanity."

At this, Az cried out and shoved her head into her hands. But what could she do? They were right. They knew it too, for their smiles began to grow even wider. "What do you want?!" she yelled in agony. They let out a tiny conjoined giggle at her frustration. At their happiness of her pain, Azophine bared her lips into a snarl. "How dare... you laugh at me. I'll end you all." Another giggle from the group. "Perfect. What a broken young girl. Won't you join us?" They folded their grins into a warming smile. Or they tried. The result was cold as ice, the physical freezing wind caused the hair on the back of Az's neck to stand up straight. She shivered. "W-what?" was all that could escape her. Her vicious comebacks had departed from her shivering lips. They reached out for her suddenly, faster than she ever would have expected they could move. "You don't need to feel for those who betrayed you.We can help you forget the pain. All that will be left is joy. Be, happy, Azophine..." In the depths of her mind, Azophine reached out for them. She didn't want to feel for her victims anymore. That's all they where. But her body had no time to react thuswise as their hands brushed her chest. She jolted back in fear, tumbling into the rose red fountain. She yelped, just once, before her face became covered in dense, murky red. As the hands of the demons slowly covered her dimming vision, she smiled. And never stopped.

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Name:Diakrino
Nickname:Lotus
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Short Personality:
Manipulative, Smart, Quick
Thinker, Strategic, Sadistic
Mate: NOOO
Theme Song:
Trouble- Halsey

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Oh you're hear to learn about me? I'm Lotus obviously female, pretty simple girl. Or am I. Well there isn't much to know, i'm a family girl you could say. Well family wouldn't be the right word I think better word would be friendly. I'm situated in a very quiet and lovely neighborhood and to be honest i'm content with the way things are going for me. I've heard people say that i'm one of the nicest people they've ever met but i'm sure they're just trying to flatter me. I can't be that nice, no one can. Unless they're faking it. Which would never happen, well never say never. You have to stay on the positive side and be optimistic! That's what I meant, things sometimes come out sounding slightly twisted. I guess it's just because i'm so ditzy I don't really think about everything I say before I say it. Whoops there I go again.... Well anyways i'll catch you around sometime I have places to be, people to see.

Personality;

"Oh she's the sweetest girl ever!"

"Kindest soul i've ever met!"

"She always helps me with my yard work"

"Her name is so fitting!It's beautiful just like her."

All words she hears often. Neighbors, Police, Everyday hero's. All fools. Mislead by her fake persona.
It's not very hard for her to play nice, considering she's been doing it since the day she was born. Now who is this 'kind' and 'beautiful' soul? Well who really knows. Though her given name is Diakrino you'll never hear her being called that, mostly because no one knows that's her name. Fake. A very fitting word for Lotus. No one would suspect the seemingly innocent and ditzy neighbor to have such malicious thoughts. Oh how looks can be deceiving. Her initial personality is very cheery and happy, she seems like one of the most optimistic viscets you will ever meet. Always going out of her way to help others, even with the small tasks. Usually quite quickly Lotus gains everyones trust, even if not everyone usually falls for her sickeningly sweet smile.

my Interior isn't as bright as my Exterior

Misery, Confusion, Pain, Suffering. All attributes she loves to see in others. Why try to fix an already broken world is her theory. Succubus just likes to add to the chaos that she's surrounded by. Though completely insane isn't the right words for her, she still has a few positive traits but they are buried beneath her lies and corrupted thoughts. Occasionally she feels sympathy towards young innocent children who seem unhappy, though her happy thoughts scare her. So usually she tries not to feel sorry for others, which the girl has almost mastered. To be able to pull off her happy fake personality, she is very observant. Lotus studies how people react to what others say her whole life, so in other words she's very intelligent. Always having a back up plan incase something goes wrong, she's quite meticulous. Not just that but also she has a quick thinking mind, always coming up with way to save her act if needed.

extras;

Quick Facts;
Birthday: June 6
Zodiac: Gemini//Superficial
Favorite Things: Pain, Suffering, Profiting off of others, Spicy Foods, Gardening, Cheap things, Cherry Blossoms, Sun.
Dislikes: Sweet Foods, Perfection of others, Rock music, Viscets in general, Rain.

Job;
As a independent adult Lotus has learned that she has to be self sufficient. After leaving Zain the girl learned quickly that she needed a job to keep herself alive and get money to live in a house and pay for food. The girl had a decent background in school, but considering she missed out on several years of school, Lotus needed a job that payed decently and required little to no schooling. Luckily after a little over a week of searching she found something, that payed well and required almost no past knowledge, you just had to know how to make drinks and be attractive. That job just happened to be Bartending.
Lotus knew she was beautiful it wasn't a secret and when she wanted to be, the girl could easily flip on her 'nice' switch. Which meant all the more tips, so a job that could be bad turned into a blessing in disguise. Quickly she became a crowd favorite and earned an impressive amount of money.

History;

As a young viscet, Diakrino lived in an extraordinary house, beautiful rich neighborhood, and was spoiled beyond belief. Picture perfect family, with two successful parents and an ideal older sister. To any outsider or friend they seemed like a picture perfect family, who many envied. Though many were jealous they were all far from perfect. Her father was always gone on 'business trips', where as her mom always had strange people around the house when he was gone. Her straight 'A' sister often snuck out of the house, so perfect was an abused term in their case. Though despite all the imperfections Diakrino remained an innocent girl, always following her parents commands. She spent most of her days locked away in her room playing with her dolls by herself since no one seemed to want to play. Ever. It was very lonesome for her, but being so young she thought every kid went through that. Every kid had no real friends and only imaginary ones. So the tiny girl never complained, or spoke really, always afraid of the outcome.
It remained this way for several years, till some life changing event happened one night. It was one of those rare nights where her father was home, and they were having a party with the other high class neighbors. For show and tell they made Diakrino dress up and like usual pretend to be someone she's not. The girl had very strict rules as to what she could and could not say in front of these people. Basically only say very generic bland statements, don't engage in deep conversations, and no one cares how you feel so keep those thoughts to yourself. So Diakrino would be an obedient daughter like everyone expected and abide to her family's rules. Well she would have.
It was half way through the party and they were just finally starting to serve food, the now teenage girl made her way to the table where they were buffet style serving food. Not before her mother stepped infront of her and blocked her way "Oh hunny you've been looking a little chubby lately. Why don't you let the other guests take food before you?" It wasn't unheard of for her mother to make these comments, actually it was quite common but they drove Lotus crazy. "Ok mother" she replied solemnly, as Diakrino was about to back away a man stopped her. He looked very friendly and hugged Diakrino's mother with a kind smile "how are you both?" he asked greeting the two of them. "Perfect" her mother replied, without even thinking Diakrino replied "A little hungry is all." The man laughed and pushed her towards the food "well then eat ya silly girl." It was when her mother mumbled something under her breathe that Diakrino noticed she messed up really badly.
Later that night after all the guests had left, Diakrino was in her room prying the dress that suffocated her off. The girl was almost out of it when her mother walked in with a displeased face "What do you think you were doing down there" she asked in an irritated tone. The teenager looked at her mother and sighed "i'm sorry mother I didn't mean to speak". A strong stinging in her cheek was all Diakrino felt for the next few seconds, "don't ever talk to me that way again!" her mother commanded. Never had her mother ever hit her so this was a completely new feeling for the girl. Though it seemed to be her wake up call. "I'm done" her mother cackled in response "Oh shut it, and we will forget this ever happened." 1....2....3...4....5...in five long silent seconds Diakrino had made up her mind "You're insane. I hope you get everything you deserve." After those few words she ran right out the door of her room, and then her house. Not looking back once, she never even hesitated.
With teary eyes and a clue less mind she continued to just run till she didn't recognize where she was. Now with her parents strict ruled she was never really allowed out, so it wasn't weird that after twenty minutes she had no idea where she was. The houses weren't as nice as to what the girl was used to, but it didn't matter. Her only thoughts were what she was going to do now..."being homeless is better then being in that insane asylum."
After thirty more minutes of wandering she found herself at a street alley, it seemed to be pretty clean and fairly hidden...safe enough. At this rate she was extremely tired and was willing to sleep anywhere.
As the extremely tired girl drifted to sleep in the cold alley, she was startled awake by an unfamiliar presence. They were tall, but other than that she couldn't see their looks. Half asleep, and half conscience she could feel the figure approach her. Debating on freaking out or staying asleep she chose the later option. Seeing no point in freaking out at this rate, "damn children and running away" she heard the viscet mutter. Now she could here it was infact a male, "well no point in leaving them here to starve" he spoke again. The girl could feel her body leaving the ground and now she was being carried off to some unfamiliar area, an anxious feeling started to come over her but she swallowed it down.
When the two seemed to have arrived at the mysterious mans place, he set her down on what seemed to be a bed of sorts. Nothing fancy like she was used to but it was far better than the streets. "I know your awake." The slightly gruff voice spoke, Diakrino nervously opened her eyes and faced the now not as mysterious viscet. He was much larger than her, with a black coat and yellow red pattern that flowed down his body, he also had large ram horns that almost perfectly blended with his mane. Easy to say he was much different than the other viscets she has talked to, unlike them he seemed more free and intense. "So are you going to introduce yourself or are we going to stay in this awkward silence?" Diakrino blushed and looked down in embarrassment "uh s-sorry mister, i'm Diakrino, pleased to meet you" The male stood up from his seat and laughed "lose the formalities, you're not greeting the queen? Anyways i'm Zain. Now why the hell was a girl such as you on the streets?"
"Um i'd rather not get into it, but i'm homeless I guess you could say?" once again the male scoffed and shook his head "Oh really I couldn't have guessed?" he said with sarcasm dripping from his voice. The slightly aggressive tone caused tears to well up in the small girls eyes "oh god why are you crying? I'm not meant to take care of children." Mumbling the last part, he sat next to her. It was not usually in Zain's character to take care of random children, but he did have a soul. The male placed a hand on her back and took a deep breathe "you want to uh.....tell me what's wrong?" Just those few words, those eight simple words caused the girl to break down and explain her life to him. Now Zain had heard far worse but even he took some sympathy towards her. After the whole explanation there was a long silence and finally begrudgingly Zain opened his arms and brought her in a hug, just to comfort Diakrino.
Since that night Diakrino idolized and basically treated Zain as an older brother. Even if he continuously gets annoyed by her, they continued to share a love hate relationship like siblings. Though when Diakrino hit her later teen years, something changed inside of her. It's as if all her innocence and love kind of disappeared, one morning she woke up with a new view on life. All her pent up anger and sadness seemed to have just overtaken the good in her. Without talking to Zain she left his house and went out on her own again, giving herself a new name and finding a job at a high class bar. From there she was known as Lotus, and did well for herself. The bar job payed well since it was on the rich side of town, Lotus also uses her beauty to get better tips.
Which has lead to her life today. Living in her peaceful, quiet neighborhood. Continuously doing mischievous things, and stealing from anyone who gets close to her. To this day she regrets nothing she has done, not once having sympathy for any one of her victims.

Relationships;

~ The first time she met Lemure~
Five Months Ago- 2 A.M.- Lotus's House

The clock struck two, everything was silent. No sane person would be awake this early, not even the crazy girl who was currently cuddled in her warm comforting sheets. Everything in the house was dark, the only light was the moon that flooded through the windows. It was usually like this, but on this very night something seemed different. Odd almost. Unlike usual Lotus slept still, no familiar nightmares that haunted her mind were occurring. It seemed way or was peaceful till a loud crash woke her from slumber. Aggressively Lotus woke, more angry then scared, grumbling profanities as to what was going on. The tired girl lazily walked to wear she heard the noise, an unfamiliar anxious feeling spread through out her body as she entered her kitchen. Everything was completely the same. Well except for a vanilla cherry candle that was now burning in the darkness,illuminating the area surrounding it. 'Funny thought I blew out that candle'. Well it wasn't exactly funny because she knew that she blew out that candle at least six hours ago. Some daunting uneasy feeling over took her as Lotus looked around her empty kitchen "hello?" she called, in her sickeningly sweet voice sounding almost concerned. It was as almost as if it was a nightmare when she heard a response of a laugh.

"Who's there?!" she spoke now louder and annoyed, but this time instead of an answer something weird happened. A drawer in her kitchen slowly opened and out came a floating knife. "Alright um i'm just going to uhh....-" and with out another word Lotus ran back to her room. Not being able to shake the feeling that someone was watching her, she shakily took a deep breathe. "Alrightie Lotus, this can't be real. Knives don't float. I must just be hallucinating..." her voice fell short when the door to her room slowly opened. On the opposite side stood a pale ghastly like viscet, standing with a twisted and crooked smile. "W-who are you?" she called her voice unreadable as to her emotions. The figure stared her down, they didn't look as if they were going to answer. Everything was silent once again as the two stared each other down. Suddenly Lotus grew a giant grin and moved closer to the unknown trespasser, her smile looked almost wicked. This was unusual for both, Lemure's victims usually feared them, and Lotus has never felt the emotion she was undergoing currently.

"What's your name? I'm Lotus" she spoke with a subtly erie voice. "No one's ever tried to scare me before your the first" she muttered in an entranced way. The ghost like viscet gave the girl a strange look, confused as to what was going on. "you're not scared. why?" Lemure growled, Lotus remained staring at them with heart eyes "I think i'm in love" she mumbled. Those were the key words for Lemure to leave never has anyone loved them so what was wrong with this girl. Quickly the haunter turned into the hunted and now they were making a bee line for the exit.

Lemure left that night and stayed away from Lotus after that, she cried and hoped for days, only realizing that they would never come back. She grew angry in her discoveries and this only fueled her hatred for everyone.


The rivalry with Rosabelle

In her neighborhood Lotus is known to be the sweetest and most compassionate girl around. Well she would be,if the one and only Rosabelle didn't exist. Unlike Lotus, Rosabelle was effortlessly perfect. Sweet, beautiful, even her name one ups Lotus, and nothing drove Lotus more crazy than that. Perfect little Rosabelle. Lotus always seems to come in second compared to her, it's like an unseen force is working against her. Lotus puts on her act for everyone except for Rosabelle. Lotus keeps it very real with her, giving up on the nice act long ago. Often she will yell at Rosabelle or say extremely insulting things but it never seems to effect Rosabelle. Lotus has never wanted to see someone fail more than her in life. It's an unspoken rivalry between them, or it's more like a one sided feud.
No matter how hard Lotus tries to ruin the girls day, nothing ever works. She's pulled pranks, made fun of her, even stolen a few things and Rosabelle always thinks she's joking around. Nope, Lotus is doing anything but joking.

~Neighbor hood~
It was a typical sunny day in Lotus's neighbor hood. The sun was shinning, birds were chirping, and the girl was currently in her garden working on planting strawberries. It was an ideal afternoon, a day of pure relaxation, and best of all no Rosabelle. Which was kind of unusual since the said girl was usually out and about sweet talking neighbors or taking walks. No signs of the girl meant one thing for Lotus though, that it was going to be a good day. Well was going to be a good day because Lotus seemed to have spoken to soon, the much to perfect girl just left her house and was currently headed Lotus's way. Take back every word previously said, it was going to be a horrible day. "Hi Lotus!" the angelic girl spoke in her chirpy tone that made Lotus want to throw herself off a bridge. Lotus looked up from the strawberry plant she was currently covering with soil and narrowed her eyes "what are you doing over here Rosabelle. Don't you have some viscet rights club to be in right now?" she said in a clearly sarcastic tone. Rosabelle laughed "haha no silly, and it's the equality club. I think you should join sometime you'd love it"
"I'd rather die"
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing"
"Oh well ok anyways I was wondering if you wanted any help in gardening, company always makes things better!" Rosabelle offered smiling brightly at Lotus. She walked near the girl currently gardening and attempted to try and help, but Lotus held her in a death glare. "You know I was just about finished here.....so uh no." Lotus persisted but Rosabelle ignored her and helped plant the small strawberry plants. "Don't be silly, you still have ten left! It's alright I don't mind, no need to worry."
"Oh I wasn't" The white haired girl spoke with obvious irritation in her voice.
"Oh good, because I want you to know you can ask me for anything! We are practically best friends I mean." Lotus decided she would probably kill this girl if she spoke again so she remained silent. Hoping they could just speed up this process.
After about twenty minutes, they finished planting. Lotus was twitching from anger, Rosabelle had been rambling on about how she helped a baby bunny the other day. The perfection was legit dripping off of her, and if no one was around then Lotus might have actually taken her gardening tools and killed Rosabelle. Speaking of Rosabelle, said girl got up and left with a sweet goodbye. Lotus rolled her eyes and quietly screamed "I will find a way to get rid of miss perfect!"Lotus vowed but it was practically an empty promise.


The Unexpected Friendship

Making friends isn't something Lotus seems to be good at, well making close friends that is. Since she literally trusts almost no one, very few knew her actual personalities. One of those few happened to be Ocie, an aggressive gal who shares most of the same interests as Lotus. Though these two weren't always 'friends', they're time together started a few months ago.

Neighborhood//Mid-Day

There was a new neighbor, which wasn't exactly uncommon. Though since it was a small place everyone knew one another, so it wasn't weird when Lotus showed up at the new neighbors house with a fruit basket. Patiently she knocked on the door, waiting to see what the new neighbor looks like. As the door slowly opened she greeted the stranger with an overly happy smile, that seemed almost fake. Her smile was returned by a girl with hard eyes but a big smile, though Lotus could see through her smile it reminded her of her own. It seemed the stranger had the same thought and she narrowed her eyes, but kept her smile testing if her theory was right. "I'm Lotus" she greeted quite sharply, "Ocie" the woman replied. Ocie opened her door more "why don't you come in." Lotus stepped inside the house, it was still being unpacked obviously but there was nice furniture from what she could see. "Lovely place, can't wait to see it completely unpacked." Lotus said while observing everything about the seemingly nice home. "Thanks, I love the neighbor hood it's quite cozy." Lotus nodded in reply "yup and the neighbors are so precious." A silence followed after "[i]So what are you planning?"Lotus questioned. Ocie gave a fake laugh and with a harsh tone replied "Oh hunny I have no idea what your talking about? Is everything alright dear." Lotus faced Ocie now and the two had a stare off till a smile made it's way to Lotus's face "I haven't met anyone who thinks like I do." Ocie agreed "Me neither and I don't think I like it very much." her voice not as soft as before, and having more of a roughness to it.
"As long as you don't try and take my targets will be fine."
I don't see your name on them?" Ocie replied sassily "Though personally I hate people so I don't think you'll have much competition." Lotus's eyes light up "really? Me too! Like alot. People are disgusting" Once again she was agreeing "I know right, like if I ever had a baby, i'd probably eat them just so they didn't have to go through this world....or cause I hated them either sounds likely." After that disturbing comment from Ocie Lotus laughed "This is the best conversation, will have to talk again sometime neighbor."
"Eh I'd rather
not but whatever, see you later neighbor." With those words from Ocie, Lotus left the house with a weird feeling. The girl wasn't used to being herself next to others, but it was....nice. Even though both girls were strangely sadistic and had a cruel sense of humor they grew fond of one another.

Credits;

Chessycat- xXx and xXx
Proxyman- xXx
CrystalizedTerror- xXx
castiel.winchester - xXx
by me- XxX and xXx


Thank you to all the amazing people who let me use their viscets in Lotus's form! It was an amazing experience gathering all these viscets for her! Sorry for the slightly lengthy text but it was the only way to express all my ideas for this twisted slightly sadistic girl. I wish the bets of luck to everyone who entered, I saw some amazing forms on here. I hope mine can match up in some sort of way. SHe would not be my first viscet in fact far from it but, she would be one of my last. Probably my last adopt so this is a huge thing! Anyways, thank you so much for taking the time to read my form. I love you for that, and have fun judging everyone!

[imp.]

got an idea. yus.

i'd be willing to help with coding. just message me.

[danibo]

Dropping out, good luck to all!

[quitted;]

Oh my.... this comp is right up my alley.


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