sucre'd fiend’s Comments (group member since Mar 23, 2014)

sucre'd fiend’s comments from the Ⅱ▼Ðaґкиёss Ḟallş▼Ⅱ Advanced Rp Ⅱ group.

⇡ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ⇡

➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
(view spoiler)[ Tʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜɪᴄ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇss. Tᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. I ᴀᴅᴠɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴏss ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ. Tʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs, ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Tʜᴇ ғʟᴏʀᴀʟ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs ᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ. Gɪғs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏs, ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs, ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ. (hide spoiler)]
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)[Iɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ Paro, Andi, Jenaynay, and Baa (hide spoiler)]

him to believe in a concept thrown at him. He has to totally understand and see that there is a possibility for being real. God? Prove it. Conspiracies? Uhm, not unless there's solid evidence.

As stated before, Andre is a little shit. He can be pretty rude at times, cutting people off because he feels what he has to say is far more important. He'll likely tell people that he's more important, and at that, he'll challenge people to tell him otherwise. This tends to get him into far too many confrontations, but he's a big boy. He can handle it, maybe. He doesn't show much empathy for those around him, which is another matter all together, and states how little cares about others' feelings unless they involve him. Yeah, everyone else sucks.

‟ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏsᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴇᴇɴ „

His parents were really only together for the looks.

They were the people that married politically, because they got more power that way. It was the strategic move of the century, putting them in the position to have a whole lot of money. So when they had their first child for public display, they spoiled him rotten. It was the kind of spoiling that made him think he was the best damn thing ever made since sliced bread.

Andre always had to show this. He boasted with a constancy that made everything else seem like it didn't matter unless it had to do with him. He was that kid that tried, and always succeeded, to one up everyone's stories. Not many people were actually his friends, and at six years old, he wasn't letting anyone tell him nothing.

"No joke, dudes. I'm being dead serious right."
"Yeah? Well, you're stupid. That's not true."

Why weren't they listening to him? He was right, just like every other time. They were only taking about how to beat a game, so why were they being so uppity? He was right, since he'd played this level so many times already.

He watched the first of his supposed friends excuse himself to go call his mother to pick him up. The kid already had a studded jewel in his left ear, and a chain dangling around his neck. What, did he think he was cool with all that jewelry? Hell no, that shit was so old fashioned.

Andre sucked on his teeth and turned his attention back to convincing his other friends. He received a cold shoulder from each of them. He dismissed it as a small fight, and just continued to play. Silence kept each of the six year olds in the room with some time to think. Before he could say anything else, the kid that had left returned. What was his name - Reginald? Mark? It didn't matter, because he'd announced that he was leaving, and suddenly everyone else was getting up.

Andre kept his mouth shut, stewing silently as he listened to them all leave. He didn't need them. His games would keep him busy, and the private zoo would console him with its many sounds.

The incident with friends made him more cautious and everyone had to then work for a place at his court. His parents were suddenly just pawns in a game of Dungeons and Dragons, and he was King of the Realm. He let people into his circle for more years like that, until the year he was twelve, when he realized that he might be interested in those within his own gender, in the sexual way.

He'd already had "the birds and the bees" speech, but never one on liking asscracks and ballsacks. No, he was very sure that that had never come up in any of his talks with his parents or teachers. He wasn't even sure if it was true, either. It wasn't like he could test it out; that wouldn't be cool in the slightest. That, and how the fuck was he supposed to test out liking another guy's junk?

"Dude! The hell are you doing!?"
"Excuse me. I thought you were feeling it."

Andre wasn't quite sure how any of this started. It might have been a game, but then again, it could have been the beer they'd been guzzling all night.

The two stared at each other, one in mock horror and the other just past drunk. The room filled to the brim with silent giggles and teasing, followed by the occasional hiccup and reenactment of the kiss. His friend seemed to find it all in good fun after a bit, until Andre leaned in again. Not only did it totally fuck up the facade of a relationship, it let his entire inner circle crumble into nothing. Fuck them, fuck him, fuck everything.

It was suffice to say that Andre went as a lone wolf from then on, just like Zalaphenakis, or however his name is spelled. Andre adjusted to a solitary life, surrounded by people paid to make him happy.

‟ ʀᴜɴ, ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ, ʀᴜɴ; ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss, ʙɪᴛᴄʜ „

When the war started, his parents gathered a small army.

They hired the best mercenaries to protect them and their son at three separate locations. One for his mother, one for his father, one for him. Andre was elated, having another group of people to boss around. It only made him feel that much better knowing how much older they all were. Not that that would have stopped him anyways.

Andre was teetering the line with them at all times, as if they'd been his property long before the war even started. He still didn't believe that anything that the war was about was even real, and thought that those participating in it were just delusional freaks. Which then meant that the entire world was filled with people who may have been dumber than he was. Which have then made him a genius.

His underlings, or protectors, didn't quite see it with such a hopeful light. When things got really bad, they turned on him.

"Put me down! You have to do what I say!"
"Not anymore, flower-boy. We're done here."

How long had they been carting him around for? He'd only just woken up, a headache pounding at the back of his head. They must have not spared him with drugging him. Wow, they must have hated him.

Lips pursed, he listened to them go on and on about how full of himself he was. The only reason he was listening, he realized, was because it was about him. He probably would have tuned them out if they hadn't kept calling him names and such. He wanted to protest against the name calling, yes, but they'd gagged him after the first five minutes of him shouting out them to let him go.

Apparently his parents had bailed. Or died, or something like that. Without the cash money, there was no need for the mercenaries to stick around. They'd find better clients to deal with than him, and ones that could pay. They'd said something about just dropping him off in the middle of the road, but the most humane of the bunch objected to that and suggested taking him to some kind of shelter. Besides, they could find clients there. He was no longer relevant, so they all agreed.

After that, Andre was bounced around through dwindling groups like he was in a human pingball machine. No one kept him for long, and if he was brought back into a group, it was because he'd gotten his hands on something they wanted. He was being used, and he didn't really care. He was the center of attention whenever he found anything useful, so tried to keep it that way.

Andre did plenty of very idiotic things if it meant that he would have something that people needed. If he kept what was needed in constant supply, they worshiped him like a god. Well, they thanked him and kindly went on their way to gossip about just how...much of a little shit he was.

Well, all of that stupidity caught up with him.

"This joke totally sucks balls; quit it."
"Who said anything about this being a joke?"

The fangs in her mouth were totally those fake plastic ones that came as a dollar in the corner stores. They couldn't be real. Vampires didn't exist. None of those creatures existed. They contradicted science, and then that would make science in the years he was at school totally useless. Balls.

They held him down while she got to him. He'd only meant to be out here for two hours at most, and be back before the sun rose. He couldn't see in the dark, duh, but he'd couldn't' stuck out here with a wrong turn. Now this chick was threatening to turn him. Turn him into what?

Her goons chuckled as he continued to struggled, all while whining about it. If it were possible to be any more annoying in the face of danger, Andre probably would have found it already. She just kept coming closer, and then he saw that they weren't fake. They actual parts of her mouth. She was actually going to bite him. That was the point where he started pissing himself, because who wouldn't. It managed to delay her from enjoying the buffet his cocked head provided, but not for long.

Painful doesn't even begin to describe what the fuck was going at that moment. He was in a whole world of pain, like a buck and some change of it.

Andre was screwed, plain and simple. He'd been turned by a creature he hadn't thought really existed until that day. His sire, as he came to find out the term was called, only kept him around because she thought he was hilariously dense. While he was hurt by this, he didn't dwell on it for long. He had an elevated place of power in the renegade coven of Vampires, and he was damn well going to milk it.

He did pretty much whatever he wanted, ate what he wanted, hunted when he wanted to. He, once again, couldn't be told nothing. No one tried to tell him either, all too entertained with how slowly he was getting into the swing of things, and how he something cringed at the thought of eating.

‟ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ, ʙɪᴛᴄʜᴇs! „

But, that was before, way before. Three years to be exact. People feared him now, and he was pretty much an apex predator. He was used to this life, and people could run for all they could, but they weren't going to get away from him. No one could get away from him.

⇣ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ⇣

➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
(view spoiler)[ Tʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜɪᴄ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇss. Tᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. I ᴀᴅᴠɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴏss ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ. Tʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs, ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Tʜᴇ ғʟᴏʀᴀʟ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs ᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ. Gɪғs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏs, ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs, ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ. (hide spoiler)]
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)[Iɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ Paro, Andi, Jenaynay, and Baa (hide spoiler)]

‟ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴄʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ɪ ᴀᴍ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? „

‹ ＡＮＤＲＥ ＭＡＲＣＵＳ ＬＥＧＡＴＵＳ ›

☱ Andre as a boy's name (also used as girl's name Andre), is pronounced AHN-dray. It is of French origin. André is a variant of Andrew. The form Andrey is popular in Russia. Andrei is a Slavic form. Aundres (AWN-dray) is an American phonetic variant. Pianist André Watts; actor André Gregory; composer/conductor André Previn; tennis player Andre Agassi.
☲ Marcus as a boy's name is pronounced MAR-kus. It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Marcus is "dedicated to Mars". The root of names such as Mark and Marcel. Mythology: Mars, the Roman god of fertility, for whom the spring calendar month March was named, became identified with the Greek Ares, god of war. The name was possibly influenced by a hit TV series "Marcus Welby, M.D." and civil rights activist Marcus Garvey. Markos and Markus are Dutch, German, and Hungarian forms. Marcas is Irish and Scottish. See also Marcellus and Marquis. Retailer Stanley Marcus; hockey player Markus Naslund.
☴ A legatus (anglicised as legate) was a general in the Roman army, equivalent to a modern general officer. Being of senatorial rank, his immediate superior was the dux, and he outranked all military tribunes. In order to command an army independently of the dux or provincial governor, legates were required to be of praetorian rank or higher; a legate could be invested with propraetorian imperium (legatus pro praetore) in his own right. Legates received large shares of the army's booty at the end of a successful campaign, which made the position a lucrative one, so it could often attract even distinguished consuls (e.g., the consul Lucius Julius Caesar volunteered late in the Gallic Wars as a legate under his first cousin once removed, Gaius Julius Caesar).

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Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| Rome, Italy
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| March Eighth
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ sɪɢɴ|| ♓ Pisces(view spoiler)[

Mysterious and alluring individuals, most Pisces are extremely talented, but even though they are gifted in many ways, they still manage to spend most of their lives battling "confusing" conditions. Pisces is the sign symbolised by the image of two fish. Their symbol depicts one fish heading upward, the other pulling downward. This mirrors how Pisceans are frequently torn between two pathways in life, or actually do live two very different existences at the same time.

The number 2, is a very powerful number for them. This zodiac sign is acknowledged as being the Saint and the Sinner rolled into one; the trendsetter of fashion or art, the lost soul, the philosopher and the psychotic and the visionary. As a credit to them, considering their many vulnerable characteristics; Pisceans are incredibly adaptable and resilient. They are to be found leading the field in many diverse areas of life and many Pisces can be found represented amongst top business millionaires. On the other side of the coin, prisons, reform schools and all kinds of institutions statistically hold a high number of Pisceans too.

The Piscean's inner quest to explore their "ivory tower" syndrome can lead them into some most unusual and unlikely living conditions. Of all the signs of the zodiac, Pisces are the ones who end up in the most muddles over the years of their lives. They fantasize about situations, people and particularly romance - and because they spend so much time in their own form of 'fantasy land' this can catch them short in other more worldly areas. Because of this inner world of fantasy, Pisces people seldom perceive whatever is going on around them in its true light. They see life instead as they want to see it, coloring their view of the world in hues and tones far removed from its true reflection. No wonder this is the sign of both miracles and disillusionment. If you are a Pisces, be warned your emotions are a weak spot.

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Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ|| Homosexual :: romantic attraction, sexual attraction or sexual behavior between members of the same sex or gender
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs|| Single :: Closed to Requests

Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Wᴇʙʙɪɴɢ

⇥Vampire
(view spoiler)[Vampires are the oldest living supernatural beings. They have a need for blood. None of them feed on animals because the ones that are still alive have been fed an herb, cyper, that is deadly to vampires. These vampires have the ability to cure others with their own blood. The only way to make another vampire is to inject humans with their venom by either a bite or injection. There are only three ways to kill a vampire: Cyper, decapitation, and a stake to the heart. Fire is not deadly but it can stun then long enough for someone to get away. Vampires can walk in the daylight but it burns like hell so most of them stay in the shadows or wait until dark. Vampires have super strength, speed, hearing, and they are always incredibly good looking. (hide spoiler)]

( ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ :: Dave Franco )

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▪ You know the stereotype that states that all Vampires are outrageously attractive? Yeah, it's hella right. Andre, before his turning, had never really much believed in that sort of thing. Then again, Vampires hadn't been totally real until a few years ago. Now, he guesses there was a reason he'd been born so terribly irresistible.

▪ At five foot nine, Andre is just above the average height for the human male, or well, any male. He's not a total giant, but he does think that it makes him a little more frightening. Weighing a hundred and sixty pounds, he's somewhat heavy, but that doesn't mean he's not light on his feet. He isn't covered in muscles, either, and looks to be a bit more scrawny. His visage is square in shape, all sharp angles and expressive features.

▪ His hair is an almost sandy sort of bronze color, or sometimes in darker lights, a brackish brown. While he'd displeased with the latter coloring option, he has a habit of gelling it a certain way to keep in place. He tends to forget that he has gel in his hair, and runs his hands through the strands. The habit is now dying out because of that. His complexion is that of a light tan, like bordering onto a pale coloring. This only makes his hair stand off as an identifier, along with his pale pink lips. His eyes are a deep and fluctuating brown, flecked with minuscule amounts of gold.

▪ Andre usually sounds like he's mumbling, even if he isn't. His sentences start off strong and coherent, and then they just start to fade. His voice is low and gravelly, and somewhat hoarse. It's the kind of voice that puts babies to sleep, but keeps the adults on their toes.

☛ Stands at five foot nine
☛ Weighs roughly a hundred and sixty pounds
☛ Hair is an almost sandy sort of bronze color, or sometimes in darker lights, a brackish brown
☛ Skin has a light tan, like bordering onto a pale coloring
☛ Eyes are a deep and fluctuating brown, flecked with minuscule amounts of gold
☛ Vocally is low and gravelly, and somewhat hoarse; usually sounds like he's mumbling
☛ An added mark is his recently matured fangs

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▪ In terms of style, Andre's is pretty killer. He likes to work with leather, and sometimes a bit of old fashioned prep school swag. He doesn't ever dress like there's something serious going on, this newly found war of survival. In fact, he still dresses like he's going to a party.

‟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs, ɪ'ᴍ ғʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ „

✦ █ ᴠᴀɪɴ | ᴇɢᴏᴛɪsᴛɪᴄᴀʟ | ᴘᴇʀᴘᴇᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ | sᴋᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴀʟ | ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ
✧ ░ Andre has been quite accurately described as a little shit. He hasn't bothered to let that simmer down, because he's still aware of people who think of him that way. No, he doesn't care in the slightest, not unless they're talking about him physically, which they can't say much negative things about. Yeah, let's see you try.

His appearance is probably the only thing that really matters to him. Andre prides himself in looking good, and is usually out there judging other people. He believes it's the only thing that could matter to anyone, as well. No one is bound to go after something unappealing to the eyes, he thinks. It's a simple fact that people need something good to look at before they kick the bucket, or so he says when he goes out to hunt. But, it's really just as excuse to stand in front of the mirror to stare at himself for extended periods of time.

No one else really counts in his book, except for himself. He comes first, and yes, the universe revolves around his marvelously crafted face. But, no, seriously; that's how everything works. On a chain of hierarchy, no matter who may actually be above him, Andre is the highest point. He is the perfection that everyone seeks in their life, so his being around is the solution. That's why people keep him around, or so he thinks. His voice is meant to be heard, so he's gonna keep talking, and not taking any complaints about it. This whole thing is his show.

Andre is unfortunately one of those people that is confused by the simplest of things. No, he's not dumb, just confused. Always. There will never be something totally simple to him, aside from looking grade A smokin'. But, in all seriousness, many things confuse him, and some explanations just don't make sense to him. So, one has to be extremely clear when speaking to him, or he just won;t get it.

Ever a non-believer, is what Andre is. He doesn't believe in a lot of things, besides his own ability. No, he has to see things happening in real time for it to be the slightest bit real to him. It takes an extra something for

⇣ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ⇣

I shall take this character request~

Go do your homework
Ikr?!?
How has life been fo' yah?

I'm good, just listening to Frank Ocean whose voice and songs are fucking beautiful as I finish up a character.

NEYNEY

Jenaynay: NO I MISSED YOU DAMMIT

Sakurao: Uhm, hmmm, I can't really think of a good FC

Els: Otay

I don't know if any of the mods are on right now.

Uhm, describe~

Els: Otay
If you put it in the character request thread, I should be able to add Ash to my list of FCs

Sakura: No pro'lem

➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
(view spoiler)[ Tʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜɪᴄ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇss. Tᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. I ᴀᴅᴠɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴏss ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ. Tʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs, ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Tʜᴇ ғʟᴏʀᴀʟ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs ᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ sᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ. Gɪғs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏs, ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀs, ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ. (hide spoiler)]
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)[Iɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ Paro, Andi, Jenaynay, and Baa (hide spoiler)]

‟ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ; ᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪs „

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☱ Misao is pronounced as MIY-Saa-ow- †. Misao's origin, as well as its use, is in the Japanese language. The meaning of the name is fidelity.
☴ Means "autumn mountain" from Japanese aki "autumn" and yama "mountain, hill"

‹ ɢʜᴏsᴛ :: ʙᴀɴsʜᴇᴇ | ☪ | ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ | ☪ | 17 :: 23 ›

Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| Osaka, Japan
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| December Twenty-Fifth ( 12/15 )
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ sɪɢɴ|| ♑ Capricorn (view spoiler)[

The sign of the high roller, Capricorn is regarded as the zodiac’s top, but also quiet, life and business achievers. But, there are two very different types of Capricorns.

The first is represented by the mountain goat, always climbing higher and higher; never content until reaching the top. The second is the garden goat, with little adventurous spirit or ambition-happy to remain within a small domain, refusing to budge unless it is pushed. Either type of Capricorn, however, is patient and persevering. They reach their goals because they know the longest journey commences with a single step and that the first step is always the most difficult.

The one thing a Capricorn must always try to do is balance work with play; otherwise they can become too one-sided and work can replace true personal emotional fulfilment. Continually climbing the eternal mountain of success, Capricornians rise to the occasion when faced with a new task or deadline. Even if something comes to a grinding halt, their ambition to reach the ultimate keeps them moving forever onwards and upwards (prompted by the strict influence of ruling planet Saturn). Although conservative and cautious, Goats are willing to try unusual approaches on their road to success in business or in love. Romantically, they desire a permanent relationship with someone who'll give them the affection they crave (and often neglect to give themselves!)

The rulership of Saturn - the planet representing responsibility, structure and hard work - ensures that Capricorns in their truest of expression, are ambitious, practical and superb organizers. Although many Capricorns are borderline workaholics, this doesn't necessarily make them dull or gloomy! They have an offbeat sense of humour, which seems to erupt at the most unexpected moments. Their motivating force in life is success, money, status, authority and - although many might not admit it - love. By nature Capricorns are cautious when entering a new love relationship, but once they feel 'safe' with their partner, the cool exterior melts away to reveal a sensitive and loyal heart beneath. As a friend, Capricorns can be relied upon to provide the strongest and most sympathetic pair of shoulders in the zodiac.

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Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ|| Heterosexual 〈 romantic and sexual interest in those of the opposite gender 〉
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs|| Single 〈 closed to requests 〉

Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Wᴇʙʙɪɴɢ

〈 Ghost 〉
(view spoiler)[There are two types of ghosts. There are banshee's and immortal spirits. Immortal spirits are ghosts that are tied to the earth by a single object. If this object is taken then the ghost goes with it. Immortal spirits can be seen and they look like actual humans except you can't touch them. Though there is a way for you to touch them. You have to give up something precious to you which could be a picture or a trinket depending on it's importance to you is how much time you are allowed to touch them. Banshee's are evil spirits who like to cause chaos and death. Though it is very rare come banshees actually care for others and warn them when death or pain is coming. You can touch banshees, but only if they allow it. Banshees have the ability to make themselves visible and invisible. They also have a glowing light around them that . Most of the time the color is either blue, black, grey, or white. Nothing else. (hide spoiler)]

( ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ :: Kiko Mizuhara )

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▪ Misao is dead, and it shows. She's still soaking wet, her throat and wrists have burn marks from the ropes, and the rope still swings from her neck. Everything about her is sort of angry, from the way she moves to the way she talks. Commenting on it won't save you from her, not by a long shot. It's simply a warning that she's not Casper the friendly Ghost. Not at all. She has a tendency to flicker in and out of view, and most times she's in a different spot. Her being casts a deep black glow around herself, or what she lets be visible. It only makes her that much more eerie, and defines every single wound she got during her death.

▪ At five foot three, Misao used to believe that she could continue growing. Now, not so much. This doesn't add up with her weight, which she can easily manipulate. She weighs nothing, and then that of a drowned corpse if she so please. She slender in build, although when she repeats the cycle of her death for shits and giggles she becomes bloated ever so slightly. Her face is a nice ovoid figure, sitting nicely atop her shoulders on a neck that has both rope marks and slits from the knives used on her.

▪ Black strands of hair curve down to her chin, a bob for the modern days. There's an incline in the cut of her hair, becoming shorter as it goes further towards the back of her head. Or, at least the large crater that's at the back of her head. Her hair most often is wet and clinging to her cheeks, her complexion pale and clammy. She has the appearance of an exceptionally fevered person, skin sallow and sweaty. Her eyes, once glistening honey brown, are a darker and void expanse of brown. So dark, it's closer to black than brown. Her eyes are sunken in, furthering the cause of them being black against her nearly transparent skin. On a good, and if she's feeling human, the life returns to her with something fierce. But, don't count on it happening often.

▪ If Misao ever talks, it resembles the sound of a bubbling spring. Her voice is loud and high, but her words are usually drowned out her choking on her own blood. Her words are heavily accented, and she struggles with her English.

☛ Stands at five foot three
☛ Weighs roughly nothing
☛ Hair is black strands of hair curve down to her chin; incline in the cut of her hair, becoming shorter as it goes further towards the back of her head
☛ Skin has the appearance of an exceptionally fevered person, skin sallow and sweaty; complexion pale and clammy
☛ Eyes are closer to black than brown; once glistening honey brown, are a darker and void expanse of brown
☛ Vocally is loud and high, but her words are usually drowned out her choking on her own blood; resembles the sound of a bubbling spring; heavily accented, and she struggles with her English
☛ An added mark is rope burns on her neck and wrists; a scar along her neck, usually still letting blood loose; a crater at the back of her head
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▪ There are only two things that Misao shows up in: her kimono and the outfit she wore the night before. Funny how she'd never dreamed those would be the last things she was seen in by her family. The kimono is white with a red lace lining. Well, it supposed to be mostly white. Now, it's mostly red. The ensemble she'd put together for a party- her birthday party -was a red collared shirt, a plain green sweater that was a size larger for effect, a frilled green kilt, and silver flats that went with the earrings that dangling from her ears and the bangles on her wrist.

‟ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴀɪɴ; ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ „

✦ █ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs | ᴀɴɢʀʏ | ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ | ʙʀᴏᴏᴅɪɴɢ | ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ
✧ ░ Misao was once happy, you know. She had so much potential. She'd been turning seventeen when she died, and her whole life was ahead of her. But, something happened and now she's stuck in a state between life and death. No, it's not something that anyone should have to feel, and maybe that's why she changed. Not for the better, but for the worse. She's lost, lost in the existence based on betrayal.

Misao will unfailingly find some way to hurt you, even if she can't touch you for any reason whatsoever. She has a need to, well, destroy any form of life around her, and that tends to lead to her being incredibly evil. But, there are always ways around this. She takes delight in watching people run away in fear, or in totally screwing with people. She's actually driven someone to kill themselves, and enjoyed the whole show. She's been corrupted, and this is the result of it.

Angry, always angry. There's rarely a time when she isn't angry at something or someone for the littlest of things. She believes she doesn't need a reason to be angry, a reason to be hateful. She was used as a sacrifice in hopes of saving people; why shouldn't she be angry? She'd been lied to; she'd been had. Forgive her if her feelings of this show in her afterlife.

One of Misao's favorite past times these days is pissing people off. If she's making someone feel angry, it's usually around the climax of their anger that she shows herself to them. She isn't afraid to pick at other ghosts and supernatural creatures, actually. Any fight is a good fight, even if she isn't participating in it. She likes watching the bloodshed, particularly those between humans and supernaturals. Hey, she died in vain to protect them. She might as well enjoy the show.

⇣ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ⇣

Sakura: I'll be there to catch you~

Els: What species is Mikael?

Els: Your demon would have been human at some point, but died. What's let is the soul after being in Hell for so long. So, yes, your demon would have had parents at some point. ^-^
Sure, I'll make Mikael. What's the FC?

Weird doesn't count as an insult, love.
It just means you're one of the more different and intriguing people in a certain setting.

Okie doke~

I think this group will work for you, then.

Paige: She's a Banshee

Sakura: HAI HOW ARE YOU?

For Els: Well, demons are created from souls that have been in Hell for an extended period of time. So, yah. That's how demons are made.

Paige: I was giving you my ghost ^-^ and thanks for letting me know about the name change.

Again, Els: I FOUND A WAY TO DO ANOTHER COLLAB WITH YOU. MY GHOST COULD HAUNT YOUR WITCH XD

Ahm, aside from him meeting Israel and getting taken, no. Free game every other place in his history ^-^

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