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 Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 4:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 4:09 pm
ⓣⓗⓔ ⓓⓔⓜⓞⓝⓢ "'Go to Hell'? Honey, I'll race you." Let's crack the surface.xxxxx The target's actual name: Marchocias.
In the human world: Quentin Joshua McKinley
D.O.B.: March 17, 1801.
Current Age: Two-hundred and nine.
Posing as a: Eighteen year old Human Boy.
Sexuality: Pansexual. Now it's my turn.xxxxx I tend to act Calm ↗ Sarcastic ↘ Lazy
This is the story of my life: Well, I was born on March 17th, in the great year of 1801. I was a European Marquis, I was raised Christian, I had four older brothers and one younger sister. I was very protective of my sister, unlike my elder brothers. They would always make fun of me for protecting her. You see, my family wasn't exactly 'warm fireplace and fresh apple pie'. No, they were the crudest bunch you'd ever find. Their first priority: weed out the weaklings. It wasn't long before my family disowned my sister and I, claiming that were were 'too weak', and a 'disgrace to the family name'. Come to think of it, I don't remember my family name.. Must not have been important. Anyway, after a few years on our own, my sister and I both caught a nasty case of pneumonia. I survived, she died. That was the day I sold my soul to Lucifer, a.k.a. Satan, and received power of the 66 legions. I used my demons to destroy my family. Oh, I remember the looks on their faces.. How lovely. Well, after five years my contract was up, an I was dragged down to the fiery pits of Hell. Lucifer transformed me into a demon, giving me permanent command over my 66 legions. He treated me and two others as if we were his children. I know, it's not the kind of thing you'd expect from the prince of darkness. After a few centuries, I and my two 'siblings'--as we began to call ourselves--started to feel sorry for all the pour souls that found themselves in Hell. We started to set them free. It went on for a few years before Lucifer found out, but we weren't being careful enough. Lucifer was furious, though I'm thankful that his unconditional love for us wouldn't allow him to destroy us completely. No, instead he concocted an even worse punishment: I and my two siblings were to spend an entire year on Earth, posing as humans and blending into their society as best we could. Depression struck hard when I realized that I would no longer have control over my legions of demons, but I didn't argue. I found myself a human vessel and set off into the world of the living..
I like these things:
Hell, demons, being in control, fire, darkness, my 'siblings', new world technology.
Keep these away, or else:
Earth, Angels, humans, bright colors or light, being so out of date, being challenged, being controlled.
Oh, by the way,
I love my two 'siblings', and will do anything to protect them.
I speak almost every language known to man, though some modern-day English terms still confuse me.
I was able to keep my power over shadows when I came into the human world, though it is almost unbearably weak while I'm in my human vessel. x Ishiyo Star "Let's take a trip to my favorite place." Let's crack the surface.xxxxx The target's actual name: Launiskiela
In the human world: Andy Lyn Glass.
D.O.B.: November 21, 1805.
Current Age: Two Hundred and five.
Posing as a: Seventeen year old Human Girl.
Sexuality: Straight. Now it's my turn.xxxxx Childish ↗ Two-Faced ↘ Secretive
This is the story of my life: My life story has never been a favorite pick of mine. To tell you the truth, I try to keep it stowed away in the back deep shadowy depths of my mind, behind lock-and-key. Though, perhaps, I shall un-lock that vault, and give you a peak. Though, do not proceed unwarned, it's not too pretty in there. I lived long ago. Year 1805 to be exact, the age... wasn't the prettiest. Women were not viewed as valuables, and weren't treated with the respect they deserve. I was born to a simple family, of two older brothers, and myself. My brothers, never had time for a mere sister, no matter how many jokes, or small games I tried to play. Yes. As any other child, I was happy. Playful even, that all changed quickly. My father didn't believe girls should be having fun, he believed we belonged in the four by four kitchen, where my mother once spent her hours, until she found sweet sanctuary at the bottom of a river. I despised my father for driving her to such a death. Even began to have dark fantasies of all the ways I could destroy him, all the dark deeds he, and my brothers bestowed upon me. Even at some points selling my body for their amusement, and a few extra coins in their pockets. "All for the better lives of us all." My father quoted day in, and day out. Better lives of us ALL? As you can see, it wouldn't take long for Lucifer to find such a girl as I, he gave me a gift. The gift my real father could never give. A gift I would sell my soul for, and never regret. My gift was unique, well thought out. The control of shadows. Oh sweet dark shadows. Simple? Only to an untrained eye. Ever considered all a shadow can accomplish? Well I found out first hand, creating life forms from shadows, dipping a small seed of shadows into a mind, and watching it corrupt a person, abling me to control them at my will. You can guess what happened to my small male dominant family, I let my brothers off quick, but kept my father alive. If that's what you'd like to call it. Alive to suffer from the hand of the shadows, until the end of my contract, where we both went down to shadows of Hell. Where I, found a new home, a new start. My old childish ways began to come back, and I gained better control of my gift. I met two others who were other favorites of our beloved Lucifer. They soon became known as siblings. It was almost as if my family was replaced by those I could love. But... life can only be constant for so long. Soon we began to do a deed, a deed that would end with us banished to a world I never wanted to return to... the real Hell.
I like these things:
Hell, Shadows, Lucifer, My 'Brothers', Games, Demons, Rythmic Sounds, and new modern day creations.
Keep these away, or else:
The past, places with out shadows, Earth, those with out humor, most men, taking orders, thunder.
Oh, by the way,
Even being back on Earth, I still have a small control of my old power, forming small things, and darkening some thoughts.
At times I find myself stuck in memories of the past, where I will curl up, and whisper "All for the better lives of us all."
I can be easily distracted by the smalled of things.
Tarnished Love "You should go to Hell, when you get some free time. Great vacation spot." Let's crack the surface.xxxxx The target's actual name: Cresilverin
In the human world: Christofer-Robin Greenly
D.O.B.: October 10, 1810
Current Age: Two hundred.
Posing as a: Seventeen year old Human Boy
Sexuality: Bisexual Now it's my turn.xxxxx I tend to act Childish ↗ Silly ↘ Cheerful
This is the story of my life: Let's see.. Well, I was born in the wonderful 1800's! The best time, in my opinion. I had a small family, just me and my mom. We were happy even though we were homeless and didn't have enough food. I was fine with our life, until she decided to have another child. Oh, no, it's not that I was jealous or anything. I was angry, above all else. I mean, how on Earth could you bring another child into the world when you and your son don't even have enough food for themselves? Seriously! Anyway, she had a normal pregnancy and the baby boy was born on my thirteenth birthday. A sign? Possibly. She started to give her share of food to the baby and me, instead of eating it herself. She got so skinny and weak, she could hardly do much. After a few years, she died from leukemia. I was so.. angry. I was sixteen, and I had to watch after my three year old brother.
I hated my brother. It was his fault that our mom was dead. It was fine when it was just me and her. He killed her. I knew I couldn't just kill him, but I found another way to get rid of him. I sold my precious little soul to Satan, and my little brother was whisked away by demons. Of course, as rumor has it, all children under the age of twelve go to Heaven, so I guess I lost out on that part. At least he was gone, right? The big man downstairs even threw in a power to bring inanimate objects to life. After a while, my contract was up, and I was dragged down into Hell and transformed into a demon. It soon became my favorite place, especially when Lucifer--Satan--started treating me and two others as if we were his own demon children. The other two demons and I got along swimmingly, and we began to refer to ourselves as siblings. Everything was all peaches and cream, until we were caught disobeying our 'father'. Lucifer was furious, and he sentenced my siblings and I to live out one full year on the horrible planet Earth, where people go hungry and die of diseases. Great.
I like these things:
Art, my 'siblings', Lucifer, Hell, darkness, excitement, the sound of running water, house pets, new world slang, new world fashion, tattoos.
Keep these away, or else:
Earth, humans, bright lights, sweet foods, stupid high school, loud noises.
Oh, by the way,
My vessel had such a pure body, so I decided to get a few tattoos and a lip ring, so make him look a bit cooler. (see picture)
I like to dress strangely, and to style my hair very wildly.
My 'brother' and 'sister' are my two favorite people--aside from Lucifer--and I would do anything for them.
I am completely infatuated with new world 'indie acoustic' music, and I've loaded up one of those.. iPods, I believe they're called, with thousands of songs.
You'll rarely find me without ear-buds blasting music into my new human brain. x Ishiyo Star
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 4:12 pm
ⓣⓗⓔ ⓗⓤⓜⓐⓝⓢ "One mans hell, can be another's heaven." Let's crack the surface.xxxxx The target's name is: Raven Marie Holloway
D.O.B.: December 9th, 1993
Current Age: Seventeen
Sexuality: Straight Now it's my turn.xxxxx I tend to act Sarcastic ↗ Easygoing ↘ Artistic This is the story of my life: Do I really have to share all this? I do, son of a bi-okay. So, I didn't grow up where I am now. I grew up in a northern part of New York, a little more..gang infested, if you will. My mom had died in a drive buy picking me up from school one day, and so, not knowing my dad, I was left in the hands of my cousins, Marshal, and Jake. They lived in an even worse part of town that I had, but, they were really cool. Very protective of me, so it was nice. For awhile. Nothing happened to 'em, they just...left. When I was around 14 or so, they left me a bunch of cash in my account, and a note. They said 'Sorry, but we don't want you involved with the things were doin' Rave, take care, M&J' I appreciated it, that they were still looking out for me, but in the end, it only made things worse.
A few weeks after, some guys came by, said they were lookin' for 'em. Of course, I told 'em I didn't know where they were, to try a few cities over, ask around. They thought I was lying, and beat me, a lot. I didn't think a lot of it, they left after awhile, a bloody nose, some cuts and bruises, nothing to serious. I wouldn't have really cared, but they came back, and came with friends. I told him again, I didn't know, to search the house if they wanted, and they did. Sadly, they weren't satisfied. They took out all their 'need' on me, and left, without a trace. I went to the police, but it was no help. They just let me stick around for awhile. I was going to school like normal, but I didn't feel safe, so I moved. Up to actual New York city, that was when I was only 15 and a half. The police were keeping an eye on me, just in case, but so far, ive been safe, and I got easily acquainted with people at my new school. Now, im just living life until I can move out of New York and somewhere a little more calm.I like these things: Nature, playing music, tattoos, animals, her friends, quiet, rain, reading, and sleep. Keep these away, or else: Meat(she's vegan), The heat, to big of crowds, rap, cocky people, liars, drugs, and people who waste my time. Oh, by the way,I have a few tattoo's. One on my hand and one on the back of my neck. oOoRainbow-SherbertoOo . . . Let's crack the surface.xxxxx The target's name is: Tyson Wolf
D.O.B.: June 2nd 1991
Current Age: Nineteen
Sexuality: Straight Now it's my turn.xxxxx I tend to act Stubborn ↗ Benevolent ↘ Lazy
This is the story of my life: Lets see to start I was born into a middle class family but that all changed after my father lost his job. In a matter of months where started living from pay check to pay check and life was hard. It did not help at the young age of two I became terribly ill with a virus that attacked my heart leaving in a weakened state for the better part of my childhood. I could do very little in the way of physical activity and that trend continued onwards until my early teens when my condition started to get better. Although that was rather short lived because further troubles caused me to miss two years of high school but that time was beneficial to me. It gave me and my family the time needed to visit doctors and to get my self into a healthy state. They found out I have high blood pressure among other problems that got treated over that time period. After my recovery I did what I could to keep my self fit and over the years I have developed are yet muscular body but running is still something I can not do. School on the other hand was not something I got used to quickly and it was odd being two years older then everybody else in my class but there was little I could do about that.
I like these things:
Electronic music, video games, being lazy, sleeping in, helping others, meaningful discussions with others, watching the world go by, winter and cooler weather.
Keep these away, or else:
Country music, mundane activates, religion, having to be up early in the morning, school, rude people, being forced to do something.
Oh, by the way,
He has a tattoo on his right hand and a piercing in the area between his lip and chin. RastkoB "Talk Sh!t, Get Hit. Cause & Effect Honey, Learn It." Let's crack the surface.xxxxx The target's name is: Tristian Mae Kasidee
D.O.B.: October 18th, 1993
Current Age: Seventeen
Sexuality: Straight Now it's my turn.xxxxx I tend to act Mischievous↗ Free Spirited↘ Extremely Opinionated & HonestThis is the story of my life: Upstate New York, god life here goes on so drearily. I've lived in the same house since I was born, I've known the same people for my whole seventeen years of life, and what can I say, it couldn't get more normal. I was born into a regular family, with a mom, dad, and two older brothers. Being the 'baby' of the family wasn't a big deal to me, my attitude put me up in the running with my older brothers Drew, and Conrad. My younger years were uneventful, I won't deny it, I mean who really wants to here about going to the park, or a birthday party with a fake "Elmo". Things got interesting when I turned thirteen though, I used to get bullied for being different, like with my clothing, hair styles. Yeah it wasn't like I, Tristian, was actually gonna take it. After the first times, I got into a fight with one of the girls and broke her nose, whoopsies! She deserved it, that preppy little b- whoa off topic! Well of course I had to deal with the punishment, so that was my first string of detentions that I had ever earned, quite proud of them I must say. With that little incident, those pigs left me alone, a little crazy girl the corner. I could care less if I had friends or not, people were idiots back then, some still are. Well life dragged on during my seventh and eighth grade years.
Now Highschool was interesting, during Freshie year, I had actually found some people that I wasn't annoyed of, yes this was an accomplishment. So it was fun, parties, good people, not too much that happened. I had a couple flings with some guys, but I don't trust 'em when they say they love you. Ya just trying to get in your pants. I learned that the hard way, not going back there. As I was saying, during the parties people brought all sort of crap like pot. I tried some of course, every kid does sometime. It was disgusting, and it just so happened that someone had called the cops that night too. Luckily I left right before they came, just luck. Sophomore year, nothing special, except that this girl moved here. She was nice, I talked to her, we became friends. I also got interested in Theater, you know musicals and such. Turned out I wasn't bad at acting, go figure, and I was getting some main roles here & there. Finally I had found a talent that was my own, no one else's. The Power of Individuality was very satisfying. Now there's more new kids, and while everybody will most likely be trying to give 'em hell, I just might take an attempt at being nice. Fat chance it'll work though.I like these things: Musicals, Theater, People Who Don't Talk Sh!t, Black Coffee, Bitter & Sour ThingsKeep these away, or else:Sweets, Movies That Are Over Two Hours Long, Depressed People, Extreme Sunshine and Heat, Girls Who Think They're All That.Oh, by the way,You have no idea how much I want to get the hell out of this Upstate New York boring place. I want to see the world! Take me anywhere, I'll go, just get me away from home. Oh and I also have these tattoos, piercings/tattoos. Yeah pretty BA, won't deny it! Painters Brush
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