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from the Ⅱ▼Ðaґкиёss Ḟallş▼Ⅱ Advanced Rp Ⅱ group.
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*shows up 15 mins late* what I miss?
No spoilers, please~
⇡ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ⇡➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
They were distant specks on the balcony, and then they gone, obscured by the rush of water. Now, she could feel it, the pain. It coursed through her one last time before she let go and fell into blackness.If this had been any other time, any time before the war, there probably would have been stories about the screams that came from the temple. There probably would have been stories of the blood that smeared the walls, or that poisoned the water. There would have been tales of the bodies that littered the grounds, turning the temple into a garden of limbs.Where was the white light? She was sure how long she'd blacked out for, but when she opened her eyes, she was on the balcony again. She looked over the edge, and could see the white of her kimono, as her body floated through the water. Confusion took hold of her, and then a growing bitterness. Then came the anger. That was right; she was angry. It was her turn to throw them over."What have we done, oh ancestors?"
But it wasn't, so there were none.‟ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ? ɪ sʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ; ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ „
Fast forward a few years, and she's been haunting a number of unfortunate souls. Misao liked the idea of haunting. A near permanent fixture to a person of thing, moving to places she'd never seen. The first person she'd haunted was her sister when she moved to the States to escape all the Oni that were in the country.
Now, there was so much time for haunting.✖ ▌▸ ᴅᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜʏ, sᴇʟғ-ᴘʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ
✔ ▌▸ ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜʏ, ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄʜᴀᴏs, ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ
⇥ Nani? ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ
█ ) R ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s
✘ ▌ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Deceased ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 43 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤
↪ Tᴏʜᴍᴀ Aᴋɪʏᴀᴍᴀ
✘ ▌ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Deceased ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 43 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤
↪ Aɪᴋᴏ Aᴋɪʏᴀᴍᴀ
✘ ▌ Sɪsᴛᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 21 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤
↪ Hɪᴋᴀʀɪ Aᴋɪʏᴀᴍᴀ
✘ ▌ Rᴏʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ - 〈 Tᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Deceased ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 26 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
↪ Aɪʏᴀ Mᴜʀᴀᴍᴀsᴀ
✘ ▌ Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ - 〈 ♥ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
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[ ghosting ]Finishing the last part of Misao while watching a video for her namesake video game with mah brother
[ online ]I've come to find how easy a character is to make when you have the right music and decide not to get distracted ^-^
((You have to wait for your character to be approved before you can start roleplaying, and please ask next time before you just jump in.))
Just look up gifs with couple between the sheets and look at the old song lyrics because those were sexual
⇡ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ⇡➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
Dwelling on the past is kind of part of the whole ghostly existence. Or, that's what Misao thinks it entitles. It's really just her excuse to stew over her old life, and think about what she lost without feeling too pitiful. Of course, this one layer of her being that people will rarely be able to see, either because she's managed to find a way to gouge their eyes out, she's already killed them, or she's scared them off. Yeah, fun times.
The black dog grows larger every day. Misao doesn't know how to stop it. When she was alive, she never had to worry about it. Depression is new to her, well, new to this part of her life, er, afterlife. It could be a side affect of her lonely existence, or of her death. Or, maybe she's conjured it up as a means to do herself some harm. Maybe some part of her is still the girl that died, and not so much the girl that kills. Who knows; you'll never get a straight answer from her if she keeps alive long enough to ask.‟ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ; ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ „
One way or another, Misao had been prepared for her fate all her life.
It wasn't the typical thing that she had to think of, aside from schoolwork and friends, as well as her duties at home. She was only six when she was first taken to the temple, placed in front of the high priestess as a candidate for that very position. There were other girls who would have been just as glad to take her place, but she wanted to be the one that people adored. That's what every six year old wants: attention.
What are you to do, but give it to them?Years went by with Misao and Aiya becoming friendlier. Before long, they were like sisters. It was like she'd forgotten her entire family that had left her here to begin with, and in a way, she actually did. They were a long gone memory in no time at all, as if they'd never really existed.She heard the order to sit upright, and was quick to obey. She most certainly didn't want to upset the woman in front of her, the woman of absolute power. She noticed first how young she was. She was a teenager, at best. It wasn't possible that she was going to be that young with so much power, was it?"This is the girl who is to take my place?"Misao had been too busy staring at her lusciously curled hair to really hear her father. A rough hand on her head forced her into a bow, and she didn't move when her father let go. She continued staring at the ground, awe and wonder keeping her in place.
"Yes, this is her. Misao, bow to Lady Aiya, now."
The thought brought a smile to her face, which only seemed to put a smile on the girl's face. She realized her parents had left her in the presence of the girl. They must have been working on the paperwork or whatever. That was fine; she was left with a new role model.She was given a new purpose now, and her family didn't really need her anymore. They had her sister to keep them company, and then the opportunity to have another child. That was all fine with her."We're gonna have a lot of fun, Misao; the two of us are."
By the time she was sixteen, and it was her turn to take on the role of high priestess. Aiya had gotten to be withdrawn and brooding the times that drew closer into this event, like there was something behind the changing of guard that no one really saw. Of course, Misao just thought it was an adult thing, since Aiya was well into her twenties at this point. Or, it was just that Aiya was sad to leave behind all the memories we had. Either way, she had been acting much unlike herself.
The night of the ceremony arrived, just after Misao turned sixteen.Aiya looked at a loss for a moment. The priests were calling her for the ceremony. It was only one last look they shared before she was off. The ceremony took three hours. There was a lot of water, and was there blood? The metallic sting of blood was still present on the blood, even if she didn't see any red splotches. She figured it was just the odd solvent they used."Misao, you can't go through with this."This was her moment to shine. Aiya's time was up, to be honest. Misao had been trained for this for ten years. As much as she loved Aiya, she also liked the attention this would bring her.
"Why? Why are you trying to stop me?"
She didn't get a chance to go look for Aiya, swept away into the numerous celebrations. She was out the latest she could have ever been allowed, and the rush of accomplishments obscured the many questions she had for the older female. She must have guessed she would get to ask them all later."Never mind; just be safe, okay?"They found Aiya's body two days later, in a well.‟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀɪᴘᴇ ᴘɪɢ „
Misao never really worried herself with Aiya's death, mostly because no one told her. It was probably one of the better kept temple secrets, and Misao knew most of them like the back of her hand. She should have guessed something was wrong with their flimsy lies. It must have been the high of her recent graduation that obscured the truth. Whatever it was, it didn't last very long.
The night of the Christmas Eve party, before her last day alive, she found out. It was a whole year since Aiya's "mysterious disappearance," so the guilt of a conscience was pressing strong. She didn't know the person to approach the to be the killer, not until she put the pieces together. Not until it was already far too late for her to turn back.Her blood ran colder with each letter and document she read. Being at the temple kept her isolated from the outside world, but this new flow of information was quickly filling the gap. Every bit of news in the world, along with information that Aiya had gotten a hold of within the temple, was making her warnings very clear. For all it was worth, though, it didn't save her.The elder sniffed and muttered something under his breath. Misao assumed it had something to with the party, as she caught him looking around the room like he was looking for something. She watched him withdraw a large Manila folder from his billowing kimono sleeves. He handed it to her and off."We only wish that Aiya could be here to see."The elder beamed with pride before his face clouded over with darkness. The sudden shift in expression was tossed up to sadness at Aiya's absence. Misao felt the same way most days. Ready to turn to her friend with a joke she'd heard, only to find an empty seat. There were many empty places that no longer felt the same.
"Yes; I wanted her to be able to see all that I've done."
Hours passed, and finally the party ended. The Manila folder had been pressed below her bottom through the duration of the event. She'd refused to move, keeping it concealed until she could read it herself. As people drifted into their rooms, she made her way to her own with her hidden contraband.Opening the folder in her room, she realized what the sickly sweet smell was that hung over it; memories and baked goods. Aiya always smelled like sticky buns, a confection that had been noted as her favorite. The same smell, mixed with the tang of remorse and achingly complicated nostalgia, filled the room as she pulled out each leaf of paper."I'm sorry that I'm not there to tell you this myself."
Misao had barely been paying attention to the time, and the day of her prepared sacrifice was upon her. Maybe everything she'd read was a lie, and it had just been planted there as a test. Maybe it was simply a test of faith. She'd several of them in her early years at the temple, when she was still liable to run away. This explanation was riddled with faults, she'd realized. Someone would have had to have Aiya write the letter and print the false newspaper articles, and then make Aiya disappear without a trace.
But that still left the photographs of Aiya's mangled body. There was no real explanation, aside for some very excellent photoshop work, but nothing else aside from that. She didn't have much time to dwell on it, because she could hear the birds chirping, the signal of morning approaching. The elders entered her room just after she had set out the facade of sleep, and it was time.They preformed the three fold ceremony. A three fold death as an offering to appease the spirits. Force to the head, strangling, and cutting the throat for good measure. She'd studied the ceremony in her first year, and had always thought that it was just an old method of ceremony that would never be done again. Clearly, she was wrong, very wrong."We raise this offering to bring peace."She trembled there on the alter, bound with waterlogged ropes. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she stared up at a blank sky. This was what they'd really been preparing her for. They must have expected that the supernatural wouldn't take to the testing. No one would have, if they had to endure what they had.
She heard a cracked, and a pulsating pain rocked through her skull. A warm liquid trailed down her neck, but she hadn't lost consciousness. She stayed awake as they circled her throat with more rope, pulling down until she saw spots in her vision. She was still awake when she saw the glint of the blade. When it slid over her skin, cutting open an angry red gash in its wake. She was choked on her own blood in seconds, but she was still awake. Painfully aware of her situation and what was happening to her.
She guessed they realized that she was still hanging on to life, because they lifted her from the alter with expressions of anger. Angry? Why were they angry? She was the only being murdered. With each rock of their steps, the jolts of pain faded. She was slipping, but she fought against that bright light. She could soon hear the rush of water, faded and dull. They were bringing her to the falls, and then there was the rush of wind.
⇣ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ⇣
Devon
She's probably his main model.
Sakura, you have the name of the photographer for your FC. The actual model is Devon Jade.
I'm not sure what the moderators would say, but I would say that it would fall under demons. If the description for it has the word "demon" then it would be safe to assume that it's a type of demon.
If the sunken hollow of her eyes wasn't enough of a tip, she was hungry. The rumble of her stomach was making enough noise to echo in her ears, and she wasn't too sure if it would be louder. Two, three days was it? She'd lost count. As much as she'd rather die at the hands of her enemies, at least she wasn't being offed by her mother. She knew that would be the least pleasant way to go.
The crunch of gravel beneath her feet was enough to distract her, but the crunch of another set of footsteps stopped her in her tracks. The low breeze pushed her hair back, and possibly just carried her scent in whatever direction it was going to whoever else was on the streets. Cursing herself mentally, she stood in place and surveyed the area.
Is there a possibility of a non-moderator member making a leader of one of the groups?
[ ghosting ]Gonna see how far I get into Misao's profile before I hit the hay ^-^
⇡ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ⇡➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
If anyone knew any better, they would probably noticed how shit he really was at this whole Vampire business.✖ ▌▸ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ, sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ, ғᴏᴄᴜs
✔ ▌▸ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ, sᴘᴇᴇᴅ, ᴇɴʜᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ sᴇɴsᴇs
⇥ ᴅᴜғғʟᴇ ʙᴀɢ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs
█ ) R ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s
✘ ▌ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Missing ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 42 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤
↪ Eʀɪᴄ Lᴇɢᴀᴛᴜs
✘ ▌ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Missing ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 43 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤
↪ Lᴀɴᴀ Lᴇɢᴀᴛᴜs
✘ ▌ Sɪʀᴇ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 165 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤
↪ Pɪᴄᴀssᴏ
✘ ▌ Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ - 〈 ♥ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
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YOU JOINED
HI~
It's with the Robotics team to Houston, and most of my teammates are fun to be around, so yeah.Yeah, she's resting up at home with me ^-^ She's doing well so far, despite everything.
I think that'd be awesome~Meh, it's been okay. I'm on spring break, I have a school trip to Houston like right after my break ends, and my mom has to go into surgery tomorrow because she cut off part of her finger yesterday. :/
