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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 12:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 5:31 pm
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Baku
•Ａｇｅ
I stopped counting after 2,386. By then, I didn’t really see the point in keeping track.
•Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
Female, but others may know me as a male or a genderless spirit. Depends on which tale they’ve heard.
•Ｒｏｌｅ
Hoodlum more or less. I really just do whatever I feel like whenever I feel like.
•Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ
Nightmare Eater
•Ｓｋｉｌｌｓ／Ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ
- The ability to manipulate any being’s dreams
- The ability to see the truth in others
- I tend to feed off of a being’s nightmares
- I have been told that I have quite the imagination
- And the ability to change my form to anything I wish
•Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
The way I perceive myself may be different from how others perceive me. I have always thought of myself as an honest creature. A hard, diligent worker who only lived to please others. I was a protector. A guiding spirit with a servant’s heart. Yet in my final moments, I was branded a dishonest trickster. A no good heathen who brought tragic suffering wherever I went. I was a beast. A cold blooded monster. A killer. But like I said, perception means everything. If you are asking me how I view myself, I will gladly tell you that I am simply an honest creature who does exactly as I am told. I am not much different from many other beings in this universe. I breathe. I blink. I can laugh, cry, and carry a wonderful conversation. I drink. I eat. I’m really not such a bad guy. It’s just that people have never been very good at facing the truth, or their realities. So when I tell them the truth, they find it easy to push all of the blame on me. Why carry the burden of their own mistakes when they can bury it deep within their rotted souls and blame it all on someone else, right? Truly I am just so misunderstood… But I suppose it is what it is. The real question here is…how will you view me once you get the chance to really get to know me?
•Ｂｉｏｇｒａｐｈｙ
Oh where do I start~! I have seen so much of the world. Places that many only dream of discovering! Being alive was such a wonderful time. My job required me to cover all the corners of the world so I made sure to leave no stone unturned! I watched as the world evolved from era to era and advanced into machinery, weaponry, and technology. It was always a fascinating surprise with each new day. And back then, my job was something more admirable. I used to be desired by every living creature that was capable of dreaming because I was the one who could fight their nightmares away. Those that existed in Asia even created talismans and a shrine to honor me because I was once so highly valued! I never meant to bring any harm upon another’s soul. But…I was created for a purpose and without that purpose, what would be the point of my creation?
That was what led to my downfall. As the human world grew more advanced and began to rely more on themselves than I, or the other gods they worshipped in those days, they began to create things of their own. Things unusual to nature. Things that probably should have never existed. But I have no say in all that. To make a long story short, my talents came with a price. Those who came to me asking for me to eat away their awful nightmares, never were too careful in their requests. I eat until I am satisfied and if one’s nightmares do not suffice then I eat their dreams as well. People didn’t like that so much. It would leave the being feeling almost empty. They could still function, but they lost hope in their futures. They no longer aspired to be anything and felt useless. Often this would lead to such tragedies where one would take their own life to escape the unbearable hopelessness. The depression. Perhaps I have a few enemies here in Wreya, but they have not bothered with me yet.
I had always been so careful even when my greed and hunger started to consume me. I grew to be such a horrid liar. I would do anything to get my hands on another’s beautiful dreams. Nothing was more delicious… They were like a drug to me. If that helps you to understand. One day, a young girl reached out to me. The odd thing was, she did not ask for my help. She wished to help me. As if she could see that my soul was corrupted. Like I needed saving. But for some reason, I couldn’t stop lying to her. I told her I was fine and she needed my help. I had her wrapped around my finger and convinced her with ease that I could make all her dreams come true all because she had been so very kind to me. And I killed her without another thought. No dream has been as filling as hers ever since. Not that I need to eat anymore.
Oh? How did I die, you ask? Well isn’t it obvious!? It was all a set up, really. But the girl had no clue because her father knew I could make her tell the truth if she ever dared to lie to me. He had caught me in my frenzy. Didn’t even care to save the life of his child. She was his noble sacrifice that he was willing to give up so he could be painted a hero amongst his kind. And I remember this sharp, stinging pain with this loud popping sound. Then everything went black and I awoke here. Dead. I believe the humans called such an experience: being shot. By this strange contraption known as a gun. Oh well. Not much I can do to change my fate now. And maybe things are simply better this way. Maybe my existence in their world was more of a phenomena than their machines. No one will ever truly understand the ways of the universe though so there’s no point in me grieving over my lost life. Was it ever really my life to begin with?
•Ｆａｔａｌ Ｆｌａｗ
My lies and my actions have a way of catching up to me eventually. I couldn’t tell the truth even to save my life…
•Ｒｕｎ ｂｙ your classic mess
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2016 5:38 pm
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Astor Faust
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23
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Male
•Ｒｏｌｅ
Hero
•Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ
Meta-Human
•Ｓｋｉｌｌｓ／Ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ
+Pyrokinesis - The power to generate, and/or manipulate fire.
+Shockwave Clap - The power produce shockwaves by clapping their hands together.
+He is a very good artist
+Is very observant on how people act to certain situations
+ He's also very good at swordsmanship
•Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Astor is a passionate young artist, and can express himself in spoken word and on paper. He's a very laid-back sort of fellow that would listen to your troubles without saying a word and being your support. Sometimes, he can be a bit too honest and say what's on his mind, given that he never had that luxury when he was younger, which has given him a "no filter" persona. Astor has this helping nature to always do right by people whether they are good or bad.
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Born into a middle-class family in Barcelona, Spain. His father was a graphic designer and his mother was a professional model, that traveled the world. Due to his mother's job, he had to move around Europe and some parts of the States. It was never easy for him to make friends or stay in contact with them, so it made them feel like he had abandoned them.
He began to go to college and study to become a graphic designer like his father. Astor was bullied and harassed from those very people and new alike in his college, to try and faze him. It's been years since he was trying to cope with those incidents, but people like them kept going after Astor. One day, he couldn't handle being pushed any longer. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and slowly began to crave little marks on his arm, before actually grazing his pale-skin. His parents came home, to see Astor passed out on the floor, and then rushed to get him into a hospital. After losing too much blood, Astor fell into a coma.
•Ｆａｔａｌ Ｆｌａｗ
Social Anxiety...I can't handle people judging me for my actions or answers, cause of this I always overwork myself
•Ｒｕｎ ｂｙ Skyler The Poet
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 2:19 am
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Reni Solum
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She doesn’t know how old she is, but she died at 22.
•Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
Female
•Ｒｏｌｅ
Helper
•Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ
Mermaid
•Ｓｋｉｌｌｓ／Ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ
•Hydrokinesis- the ability to control water
•Shapeshifting- She can take the form of a human on land.
• Echolocation- If she lets out a certain noise, she can pinpoint the locations of objects.
• Strength- In her mermaid form, she is capable of swimming for miles without rest.
• Song- Her singing voice is unrivaled in the land of Wreya.
•Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Reni is a playful girl, with the best intentions in mind. Her positive attitude and helpful spirit makes her a great friend to have. As of the moment, however, she doesn’t have many friends, and she quite often finds herself lonely and bored. Her naturally social nature can be a burden, since without someone to talk to, she can easily become depressed. A constant thirst for adventure and attention can get her into trouble at times, but she’d never do anything to purposely hurt someone- unless, of course, her friends were threatened. She’d do anything to protect and help her friends, even if it hurt her.
•Ｂｉｏｇｒａｐｈｙ
As a human girl, Reni had always loved the sea. Her father was a sailor, and would always take Reni to port with him. Afterwards, they’d go to the beach and sit on the rocks. Even at a young age, Reni was swimming in the ocean, chasing after fish near the shore and playing in the waves. As she got older, however, that behavior was frowned upon. Reni found herself being scolded often, and becoming a social outcast. Girls her age were not supposed to be adventurous, they were supposed to sit and look pretty. All but her father chided Reni for her actions. Her father would still take Reni with him to port, and teach her sailor songs, and let her swim.
But eventually, Reni’s desire to please others grew too great. She stopped accompanying her father, and started staying home. She learned how to stitch, cook, and worked on her singing voice, which she was starting to take great pride in. She grew distant from her father, to his despair, and grew closer to the ladies her age. But it was never the same. She longed to swim in the ocean again, to play on the rocks, and to spend time with her father, who was going out to sea more and more often. Reni felt trapped, and even more lonely than before. Finally, she had endured enough. Sneaking away from her house, she hopped on a train and went to the beach. Being able to dance on the sand, climb on the rocks, play in the waves… it was magical to her. She stayed out until the only light was from the moon and stars, and sung alone on the beach. Longing to touch the stars, she climbed up the rocks- only to lose her grasp in the darkness. She fell down into the water, and a wave immediately pulled her out to sea. Years of neglect had weakened her swimming abilities, and unable to fight the water, she drowned. When she woke up in Wreya, she was lying on a sparkling beach, with crystal clear water, and tears in her eyes.
Since waking up in the kingdom of the dead, she’s travelled, never staying in one place for long. She learned the oceans, and she learned the land. Now, she’s just bored.
•Ｆａｔａｌ Ｆｌａｗ
She’ll do things she doesn’t want to do in order to make and keep friends.
•Ｒｕｎ ｂｙ sadsally514
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 7:54 am
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Constance Tilden
•Ａｇｅ
Twenty Three
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Female
•Ｒｏｌｅ
Hero
•Ｓｐｅｃｉｅｓ
Dark Enchantress
•Ｓｋｉｌｌｓ／Ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ
Darkness Manipulation :: She is able to control the dark element, of course her powers are strongest when in a dark area or at night. She can create light blankets of darkness but only in small areas and for very short periods of time.
Levitation :: She's able to lift herself, others, or objects off the ground. The heavier the object the less amount wise she can levitate and the more strain it puts on her.
Umbrakinetic Constructs :: She has the ability to create tools, weapons, and barriers out of darkness. Her main weapon of choice is a bow and arrow but she can also create spears out of the dark energies too, she also likes making daggers when needed.
Aim :: Her aim is impeccable. She can hit bullseyes majority of the time when using her bow and arrows or spears even.
Steathly :: Her control over darkness has made her sneaking around quite better than an average persons.
•Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Constance is hard working and dedicated, she doesn't finish things half way and probably never will. She has a habit of being to analytical at times, and can often seem uncaring about things if it doesn't logically work in ones favour or she dictates as unnecessary. She can pick up patterns easily because of her more logical standpoint, she prefers her alone time and often stays away from socialising. For her organisation is a big must, she's a neat freak when placed in a messy environment though she'll most likely clean the area when given a chance she often makes remarks on the fact how messy it is. She's loyal though, even if she seems a tad bit cold hearted. A friend of hers is a friend for life and she does her best to support them in their endeavours.
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Born to a single father as an only child, Constance spent much of her childhood alone because of her father's late night shifts in order to provide for the two. Constance's mother, best put, wasn't ready to take care of a child so she left the girl to her father to be taken care of. While one could say her life was spent in borderline poverty it wasn't all bad. Her and her father shared a small apartment in America where most of her life took place in. Of course apartment wasn't always the most comfortable her father tried her best to do what he could to spoil Constance when he was able to. Her time alone gave her her more grown up behaviours earlier on in life. She was the care taker of the house while he father worked. His profession often changed due to layoffs so he became more of an odd jobs man. One could say her coma form took after the loneliness she felt as a child. While there wasn't anything bad about her childhood, she was desperately lonely and because her father worked for so long and had so little time to spend casually she developed an inability to properly convey her feelings.
Her teen years became a bit of a roller coaster for herself. Her father managed to get a good job in another state and thus the family of two had to pack up and move. The few friends she had were now gone and a new school life was to be commenced. Coming from generally poorer family she quickly found out some people were less accepting of people with less money. This in turn fed more into her analytical side. She learned to carry on without emotional ties to people and began to favor logic over the emotional mindset many had around her. Her teen years passed in solitude into adulthood where she entered a community college where she could pursue the study of philosophy where she could freely explore more in depth about knowledge. Of course though Constance, while moving ever forward in her life, was slowly starting to suffer from habits she had formed while younger. The adult world was quickly found to be built on connections and being able to get along with others but with a standoff personality she wasn't easy to talk to, let alone she had to watch as her father grew more and more frantic to pay bills and college funds. While not one to acknowledge she had fallen into depression she tried to solve her problems financial wise by getting jobs alongside her father. Some jobs were particularly dangerous for one of her skill but she didn't mind putting the stress on her body. One day when working near a construction site she was hit by a falling metal bar meant for support beams in buildings. The accident put her into coma where she then ended up existing in a new world as a human yet again but as a enchantress of sorts.
•Ｆａｔａｌ Ｆｌａｗ
Unemotional :: She is often referred to as unemotional because of her preference for logical things and explanations because of this she has issues truly showing that what she genuinely feels.
•Ｒｕｎ ｂｙ d r e a m i e cakes
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