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message 1: by panda (new)

panda | 15229 comments Mod
Teachers please apply!

message 2: by Oliver Jullian (new)

Oliver Jullian Gibb | 5 comments Name: Severus Tobias Snape

Position applying for: Potions Master

Experience: I worked at a wizarding school for many many years. I major in potions, but can also do Defense.

Why Applying: There needs to be a strict figure around to teach these students how to make potions that could be handy in dangerous situations.

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David (davidthescottishwerewolf) | 56 comments Mod
Name: David Mackenzie(also known as Mather, and Sammael)

Age: 21


Position applying for: Blood magic teacher, Shadow Magic Teacher, and Necromancy teacher

blond hair and blue eyes, tall roughly six feet tall, scrawny

Type: werewolf/ demon hybrid

Power: Blood magic, Nicromancy, shadow magic, shapeshifting into demon form, wolf form& demon/wolf form, illusion magic and destructive magic

antisocial, polite, tends to avoid people because he gets mad easily

He doesn’t really talk about his history but he is the son of Lucifer, and was given to Scelero because Lucifer loved her but could not be her mate so he gave his son to her in his stead.


Other: the demon Mather is the demonic part of David’s concience. David is also the vessel of the angel Sammael.

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sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 19 comments Mod
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❝Know that you are beneath me, and know that I will watch your death with glee. You believe you will not scream, but the sweet music will fill my ears as the flames devour your body.❞

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Scelero Dontass Serville Gromag Divine-Comedia
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Skel-lair-ro | | Dawn-tase | | Serve-vile | | Grow-mag | | Dee-vine Com-ee-dee-ah
• Scelero was an odd name for an Angel. Many others thought so, but she was content. It has the meaning that isn't right for an Angel: evil. Terms derived from it are Scelerophibia, which is the phila for the obsessive love of evil. It was created by an early European scholar who had a chance encounter with Scelero that turned into a masochistic relationship. When he left the scholar, he was so devastated that he created the term just before his death.
• Dontass has no real meaning, but closely resembles the Latin term for gift, dona. This, however, is not how she was seen by the other Angels, including her own parents. Her "deformity" prevented the love that he should have felt and been given. Serville is just as nefarious in meaning as her first name. The two words that compose this name are "serve" and "vile". In essence, her name would then mean to serve the vile, which is exactly what she does. This name was something that her parents had used to curse him for being the way she was. Gromag is not a real term, more so slang. It is used to describe "troubled" Angels in their early years of life. This was first used for Lucifer, long before his fall. The Angels had noticed his troubling nature long before he had fallen. In turn, the slang word was given to Scelero.
• Divine-Comedia had been an unusual name for any Angel, but her parents wouldn't allow for their mutated child to have their own surname. Had she been either male of female, his name would have been very much so different. They kept the surname of Odyssey, which was the Greek word for "journey".
{Intended Name} The intended name for Scelero had been fairly different. The amount of emotional abuse this put her through, knowing her parents hadn't wanted her to begin with, lied solely in her name. Had she been a female, her name would have been Aiyana, which is Cherokee. The meaning is "eternal blossom". Had she been male, he would have received the name Christian, meaning "follower of Christ".

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❝Forsake thy name, and accept thy fate; you will perish. Your cessation is present❞

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|| ♛ || Scelero is slender, and tall. She stands at a height of brushing past six feet tall, and a weight of a hundred twenty pounds. Most of this weight is attributed to muscle, although she isn't overly muscular. She has a refined, sort of figure that widens out her hips. Her shoulders slope down to a narrow range, adding to the slender effect. She's full breasted, but often covers it up with heavy clothing as it little more than distracting.

Her hair is a silvery blonde. This hue is similar to her complexion, a fair tan bordering on the usual darker ethnic complexion. She was exceptionally lighter skinned than her brothers. Her eyes are a bloody red with little drips of violet, somewhat crimson hue. When hit by the light a certain way, they appear to be a pale cloudy honey color.

Her voice is soft, light and airy. It's close to high pitched, but not there.

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❝Fear not the coming of the end. Embrace the depth found in the abyss of death❞

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Species: Archei Demon
As an Angel, she had exhibited a favor for thing not so Angel like. In consequence, her fall had been inevitable. Of the ten Archei demon, she is second in power. She doesn't much care for this rank, and would sooner be at the bottom. She is, however, second to Lucifer in command of the delightfully fiery pits of Hell. She loves her place there.

Gender: Hermaphroditic
As a Hermaphrodite, one would have both fully functioning reproductive organs. They are also both fertile, giving Scelero both means of producing offspring. But, as he is of both genders, he possess breasts, and can not be singularly be identified as either gender.

Blood Type: A Negative
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Currently writhing in a pit of loneliness
Age: Twenty-and-seven {27}
Scelero only appears to be twenty-seven, but his real age is unknown. He was born before the real mark of time, as well as the creation of the Earth and universe. He cannot be definitively sure of when his birth was, and therefore has no date of birth or zodiac symbol.

⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Has none. Explained above
⊱ Born in Heaven, but was cast out.
⊱ Ethnical background includes Celestial means, as well as Demonic placings.

• Hair Colour: A silvery white, but is in actuality blonde. It's a slightly sandy hue, but so much averted from the normal conception of the color in certain lightings.
• Eye Colour: Blood red, with drops of blue and violet. These hues are accented by both moods and lighting, but are more so primarily affected by light.
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Wings
Scelero's wings are no more. They would have been a color similar to his eyes, but were ripped from her back before her fall. As she was still in the early stages of life when it happened, he was able to grow them back. Only, they were no longer the way they should be. They are skeletal, with only a few feathers. She plucked said feathers an keeps them in a necklace, a reminder of what was and can no longer be.

• Eyes
Her eyes had always been unusual. They shifted color often in her angelic days of youth, but they now remain a swirl of oddity. The outermost ring of his irises are electric blue, while the rest is a blood red. There are faint drops of violet in them as well, but the light must hit them a certain way for the hues to be revealed.

• Horns and Tail
Scelero is quite notably the only demon to possess horns and a tail, aside from Lucifer when he wants to look more so intimidating. His horns curl in a fashion similar to a ram's, but without the double ringing. A brown hue, more so coffee colored than anything, they stand out against the silvery white of her hair. The tail is a color to match her hair, a sallow white. It starts out thick at the base before tapering as it goes further along to the barbed, almost heart shaped end. It's about as long as she is tall, and razor sharp.

• Elongated Canines
During her life in Heaven, her teeth were just another sign of things to come. They often broke easily from the force used to know them in, but grew back as quickly as they came out. Her canines were longer than normal, giving off a nefarious feeling to her. He often presses his lips together to hide them.

• Height: Six foot seven inches
• Weight: One hundred twenty pounds

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❝Beginnings must start from an end. And every end must start with a beginning❞

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• Torture
Torture is something that can be done emotionally, mentally, and physically. Scelero prefers to use the first two means, as they are more so destroying than the last. Wounds heal, but mental lacerations last forever.

• Corruption
Corruption is something that comes easily for her kind. He finds innovative a ways to coerce people into the depths of self destruction. Simple phrases are usually a method, but complex persuasion is his main means of crime. "We have sweets" is for the little children.

• Mental Strength
Scelero has a genius level of intelligence, though he doesn't often voice anything to show it. Some would attribute this to his lack of common sense, which can be further explained by his lack of parenting and love. Mental strength can also be translated to withstanding torture, which is exactly what Scelero can do. Seeing as he had to withstand it all as a child, such a thing is no big deal for her now.

• Physical Strength
Like most demons, Scelero is strong. Her appearance would present this to be otherwise, but he is capable of killing a person with just the slightest movement of a hand. This strength is only enhanced by his Angelic origins, which many would believe is part of his reason for being so high up in the chain of demons.

• Pure Evil
This is pretty self-explanatory-- or is it? You would assume that a demon, one of her level to say the least, would be riddled to the core with a darkness meant to cast fear into the hearts of every living thing. He has it on the surface, but does it really exist?

In all, one would say that Scelero is the epitome of evil. This is something he will not object to, but doesn't favor. It's note something he particularly chose to be, but the fault was also his own. He can not say otherwise to the accusation of being perverse, either.

• Desperation for Love
This desperation contributes to her hunger. When one grows up the way she did, being loved by no one, there is a hole that is left. A void that needs to be filled, no matter the cost. This hole leaves her desperate for the love she can never have, the love from her own parents. No child should be robbed of this, as she so easily had been at her birth.

• Angels
As a former Angel, this would be slightly odd, but it isn't. She wasn't seen as an Angel, not with the mutation he had. It wasn't that he was capable of having some good, it was that he was never expected better than a demon-like life.

• Fear of self
As he was taught to hate and fear his own creation for much of his life, it only translated into the period of time he has spent as a demon.

• Self Depreciation
Same as above, however unfortunate it is. When someone is told that they are inferior or a creature that shouldn't be, they would only happen to continue it into their lives for as long as they lived. Some would have it be a factor to break, others to make them. Scelero uses it to break.

These weakness can all be attributed to his sullen life in Heaven. Angels weren't what they were meant to be, not in his eyes. Scelero saw them as an evil, something out to get him. It would seem that way if you were in the same position. Hell was a welcome new home for him.

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❝Love me to death; hate me to life❞

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message 5: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 19 comments Mod


Trait 1: Hungry
Trait 2: Vicious
Trait 3: Vulgar
Trait 4: Calculating
Trait 5: Patient
Trait 6: Desperate
Trait 7: Needy

Shut your lying whore mouth
Scelero was often dismissed as child. He never was able to exhibit any real sort of personality. Now, she has ample time to display such a thing. Beforehand, she was of a more mild temperament, one that was replaced with the freedom of expression given with her fall.

Feed me, you fucking bitch
She's hungry, always hungry.

The simple Deadly Sin of Gluttony is one of her biggest personality traits. It's most commonly a hunger for the love she never received, but it is also a physical sort of hunger. If left to her own devices, she'd eat every demon out of house, leaving nothing for them to devour. She'd go as far as to eat the crumbs. On a mental level, she has a hunger for knowledge. She pursues it greatly, and wishes to fill the void which can never be filled with material things.

I look forward to your fucking end
The anger, oh the mounting anger.

Wrath is another of the Deadly Sins that is clearly shown in Scelero. It manifests as a vicious state, as though a wounded animal were retaliating. At first chance, he wouldn't hesitate to lash out when feeling the need to at anyone he crosses. This aspect of his personality is similar to how his parts would take any chance they could to demean him. So, how better to vent then to take your frustration out on unsuspecting victims.

Forgive my fucking French, goddammit
That foul mouth of his, just deplorable.

Scelero curses worse than a sailor on a bad day. His way of speaking was so often restricted to silence, that he never took to it until the first expletives tumbled off his lips. They were the forbidden fruits, and he was Eve in both the glories of "punani" and "john-john". If he was given the chance, his entire vocabulary would have been comprised of sexual terms and derogatory slang. Of curse, he was denied this, but it has only made him want to do so more often now.

You'll be dead before the day is done
They say that calculating minds are some of the deadliest.

And with that assumption in mind, Scelero has a deadly one. He likes to observe a situation before he steps in. In his own little way, he will contribute to things that don't involve him, but an indirect way that keeps things in the order they should have been. He holds on to information that he take sin for later usage, and bides his time with it.

Patience is a virtue
This is one thing that he has held on to from his Angelic years.

Aside from being an Angelic quality, this is lightly more so dangerous in his hands. His patience means that he could wait for the longest time before he does anything to someone. They would be mentally attacked with the thought of him biding his time to get them, and this would be seen as a mental torture. The waiting is one thing, the knowing is another.

Save me from drowning in myself
The desperation is just a contributing factor to her hunger.

She's desperate for love, knowledge-- anything there is to be desperate for. When you are robbed of such simple things because of a difference in your biological make-up, it's like killing someone repeatedly. She holds dearly to others when they manage to break down her barriers, to see past the ancient sorrow that fills her. There had only been one person who could have done so, but he has long since passed.

Love me, but don't leave me
Need is a treacherousness thing.

Being needy is the cons of having to be forced from the attention of others. Doing so creates a need to be seen, and to have many other things included in the need to be seen. This ties into her desperation, in which she holds on so tightly she might as well be suffocating them. When you have lost so much, there is a point when you can't lose anymore.

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❝I've loved and I've lost❞

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❛ Likes ☇ ♛
Braiding: During his time on Earth that he spent away from Hell, he discovered the art of braiding. It was a simple gesture, in hind sight, but it was enough to have him so attached to the activity. Further explained in history
Horses: These are among the only creatures that he truly has any care for. They are majestic, and in a sense, they return to him the wings he has lost.Further explained in history.
Dragons: The creatures were ever so fascinating to him, and he was drawn to them as they were to him. The destruct was a thing of beauty, and the smell of burning flesh was too enticing to resist.Further explained in history
Fire: A thing of beauty, fire is. It is a means of survival and a means of murder. The dragons often gave him this fire, this weapon and artwork. He loved every moment of the blaze smothering out a light of life with flames and smoke.
Blood: It's a lovely color, isn't it? The bright red of compliments his eyes. It looks best when streaming into water, diluting the pure substance in a slow fashion. The viscosity is substantially lower in water than anything else, and watching the small display of color is fascinating.
Children: They observe the world in a fashion that Scelero finds most interesting. They're open, and loving without needing a cause to be. They're precious souls to be valued, yet can be so cruel to break a soul. It's odd, and intriguing.

❛ Dislikes ☇ ♛
Angels: How could he not dislike such creatures? They threw him from his home after years of discrimination and cruelty, marking him as a thing rather than a person like the rest of them. They're the one thing he shows any real dislike towards, as they affected him most in his life. They have left a permanent mark that cannot be removed.
Ignorance: When people are blatantly ignorant to something and don't seem to care. It irks her, and makes her want to do nothing more than murder.
Flight: This is more so a fear than a dislike. Would you not be terrified to fly after being thrown from unimaginable heights at speeds just as impossible? Certainly, flying is out of the question, though he will resort to it should he need to.

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A history is hard to explain.
There is tragedy, and there is pain.
There is love, and loves lost.
Histories have a way of speaking to us. A way we can choose to ignore, or look to with eagerness to better understand.
The power of a life is like the power of a knife.
We can use our own to blot out another. We can cut down a light in hopes of obtaining the unobtainable.
We can build someone up just to watch them fall.

This power is undeniable, but the price is far too high for us.

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❝Birth of the Unrighteous Little Angel❞

Who is it that you are jealous of?
The beautiful creature lusted after by all?
Or Me.
The desolate soul loved by none.

The birth of Scelero Dontass Serville Gromag had been anticipated for many days. The event of having two Angels conceive a child was only to be explored with the birth of this child. The dependency on the correct turn out was immense, and when the first strokes of labor arrived, Angels were gathered as a festival. What they hadn't expected was the absolute failure, or what they saw as one.

Around the same time of Scelero's birth, the Angels had seven pairs of female Angels become impregnated by a male partner. This little experiment had been solely conducted by the Angels, The Almighty playing no part in the decision, as he wished for them to learn to do certain things on their own. Of all the Angel pairings, Scelero was the only one of fault. Seeing that this wouldn't affect their results to heavily, they carried out this way of conceiving new Angel children.

The screaming mongrel that was Scelero was first dubbed male, before they happened upon the female genitalia. Such an event was unheard of for the Angels, a child born of two genders. Her mother in turn cursed her, more so figuratively rather than literally, calling her an abomination. She refused to see the newborn throughout her stay in the maternal ward set up for the project. Without the child present, the naming began, and his fate was sealed.

Scelero's father attempted to love the creature that had left his love's womb. Such a thing should have been expected, but others felt quite the opposite. The oddity wasn't welcome in their home, nor would it be near the created and born Angels. Before Scelero could walk, she was discriminated against. It was the one evil that the Angels had showed, or even admit to showing, in all of their history. Such a thing was kept hidden from all others who came after Scelero's birth. They spoke not of the silent law that deemed him unfit for love, patience, attention, or even hatred.

But, the hatred came all the same.

There were countless meetings among the Angels regarding his birth. They wanted to get rid of him in some way. Killing him was out of the question, as to do so would be to break one of God's twelve absolute laws. However, it didn't stop them from thinking it. The Angels debated the course of action for two years after Scelero's birth, keeping him locked away from sight of the other Angels. One of the Elders on the council decided that they would let the general public decide, no matter how ignorant they were to the situation.

At first, the reaction was simple. They were confused, appalled, and fascinated all in one bundle. They'd never heard of such an event, a child of both genders. They treated him as an inferior creature, which he had then believed to be normal. Then, they began the torture.

When Scelero had just turned ten years of age, a group of young Angels crowded around the placid area that had been designated for him, to keep from "contaminating" the cleaner Angels of his age group. They wasted no time in stripping him of his robes, and doing all sorts of things to him. The boys went as far as stomping on his crotch.

He couldn't walk for days, nor would he eat.

This constant abuse continued on into his teenage years, until he decided that hiding would be the best option.

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How does this make me feel? You ask as if you truly clueless. My own mother couldn't bear the sight of me. Father, he tried--he really did-- but he couldn't. It wasn't easy to love me, for no one did. I accepted such a thing, and still do. I am of no desirable substance, a tainted purity that can no longer be touched.

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❝The Foulest of Years❞

The some of the worst years of Scelero's life were those first years into adulthood. He had already become an outcast in the system of Angels, watching as they orbited a force that excluded him. This didn't faze him much anymore, having gone through years of this. His school was limited to what his father and mother could stand to teach him, always under the assumption that he was stupid, or would never learn. Without the essential schooling, Scelero was more than a little ignorant.

He was behind, and no one let him forget that.

When Lucifer announced his defiance, Scelero saw it as a cause to join. Why should she be excluded from being part of something bigger? This simple thought was deadly enough to have him cast out.
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sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 19 comments Mod
Part III
It was the final act that broke him, even if he hadn't realized it. His defiance was what gave his mother the chance to destroy him, the creature that left her womb only to humiliate and torture her, as she saw it. She was the one who so gladly ripped his wings from his back. She was the one who relished in his screams as he plunged thousands of feet to the ground, all the while gasping apologies and pleads of being forgiven.

When you wish to get rid of something, you do it the best way you can-- when you get the opportunity to do so.

The impact left him scarred and burned for many years. Seeing as he had been one of the first to jump in line to be apart of the resistance against God, Lucifer regarded him with an intrigue that could have been mistaken for a powerful lust. Scelero saw it as so, but had no way to translate any of those emotions back, but to accept the position given to him as the right-hand of the Devil king.

Those first couple years weren't as he had anticipated. The demons that sprouted from Lilith were unruly, and hard to keep in check. Scelero felt as though he were failing his job, the simplest of ones given to him.

So, he took a break from it all on Earth.

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I appreciated being involved in something bigger than me. It made me feel equal, though I knew there were those who had their qualms with me still, and would not see my arrival as welcome news.

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❝The Savage Queen❞

When Scelero first arrived on the surface of the Earth, she was unsure of her location. The land was covered in desert, nearly barren save the few trees and brushes of grass. The first few minutes of peace, that she was beginning to enjoy, were cut short by the thundering of hooves. It was a sound unfamiliar to her, as she had never been part of the many trips down to Earth. The people that rode the four legged beasts, that she later learned to be horses, were exotic and unlike any she'd ever seen before.

Had she not been there any longer, or had one of the horses keeled over and died, she'd never have had the chance to meet him.

It was a small seed that was planted, a small seed of hope. Her horns and tail had not grown in yet, but her teeth and eyes were the oddities that she hid at the time. It must have been those that had intrigued him, or else he would have tried to kill him. It did not matter what was the cause of these fascinating people taking her in. They treated her like a queen, skipping past the level of a slave.

This is were she experienced any sort of intimate interaction for the first time, through the arts of braiding. The men of the tribe did not cut their midnight colored locks, instead braiding them after their first victory as a sign of manhood. To have it cut was to be disgraced, and to never enter the Night Realm, which was what they referred to the afterlife as. Scelero took a liking to this art, and adopted it quickly.

It must have been his doing, the man she later came to love. He filled the void in Scelero's heart, and she had a love for him that she'd never felt before. This small step into hope was something that wouldn't last very long, but the love left behind was enough to keep him moving.

With this man, whose name he keeps guarded at all times, for fear that other demons would find some way to conjure him up and show how much of a disappointment he would be, Scelero learned of exactly how fertile the female organs were. The birth of this child was what both had looked to, before tragedy struck.

Learning the language was his first taste of knowledge, a taste he grew attached to quickly. There were often civilized peoples who'd attempted to make allies with the savage tribe of horse men, and brought with them gifts. The two that she often cherished were books, and dragon eggs.

The came, one by one, as the illusion of precious stones. They were said to be perfectly preserved, but incapable of hatching. Scelero thought otherwise.

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There were no words to express the love I felt for him, or the love he felt for me. It was the price I paid to love, and I'd do it repeatedly to get him by my side again.

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❝A Life will suffice as the price for another life❞

The Angels had found out that the abomination that they had damned had become pregnant, and Scelero became top priority. They devised a plan to indirectly prevent the birth of the child from being born, and from more to be produced. Killing was out of the question for a direct approach, but something indirect could be just as harmful. The savage tribe, known as the Canaanites later, had plans to move north in search of better lands to stay for a while. They had already been a nomadic tribe that ripped through every village they saw, but with the oncoming birth of the chief's child the need for long term placement was at hand.

The village they happened upon within several hours of the Angels' careful planning was wiped out. The men raped the women left from the destruction, and when Scelero saw this, he lashed out. In return for his preventative attitude to save the women from such a thing--the kindness that remained after so many years of hate-- warriors turned. Her husband, married several months into her stay with them, openly listened and agreed with her words. A man of the tribe spat out words of defiance, and small brawl ensued. The man died but her husband received minimal damage. Fear of infection propelled her to ask one of the women she had saved to clean the wounds.

A mistake that he regrets deeply.

A few weeks after said woman had cleaned the wounds, he fell. The great man she'd loved succumbed to infection, dying slowly. She again turned to the same woman for help, who'd voiced her connection to witchcraft. The price for his life was that of another's. They decided on his beloved horse, for the tribe believed them to be connected. In the excitement of the situation, Scelero went into labor. There was only one solution to the issue, and the one woman who could help was communing with the spirits to save her love. They carried her in, forgetting the woman's warning in their haste.

Instead of losing one person dear to her, she lost two.

The woman paid greatly, burned at the stake with all of Scelero's wrath. In that moment, the said dormant eggs hatched, and sprouted out three dragons of beautiful coloring.

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I lost one love, and a son, but gained three children in return. I was unsure of whether to rejoice, or to mourn.

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❝Mother of Dragons, and the Faker of Deaths❞

The hatching of these dragons was a great victory to Scelero. He took care of the precious creatures, and they in turn showed him the love and affection he had missed. There was nothing that could be done to take them away from him.

Except his agelessness.

The people grew restless, seeing how Scelero never aged. She never sprouted the signs of growing old, always looking so much younger than those around her. Such a device was what turned them suspicious, but they continued to love her still. It presented a problem that needed a solution, and the solution was not so clear until it brought itself in the form of an attack.

A group of more civilized men had grown fed up with the thought of a woman leading a mass of dangerous men around the continent. It was unheard of in those days, but she was to be taken down. They struck at night, during the festivities of a birth in the tribe. They slaughtered those around, including two of her dragons. The third was too small to notice slinking under the corpses for cover.

In the early stages of the raid, Scelero had been impaled by a spear. It was enough to present the illusion of death, but she would live through it. When the raid was done, and the man had left, only the demon and the dragon remained. Both vengeful spirits were left to roam the lands in search of those who have robbed them of their family. In their travels, rumors of a strange beast that hid from the eye carried over to Scelero.

Curious as to what the creature was, she found a litter of Hell Hounds, and a dying mother. She pitied the small pups, but the one most pitied was the runt of the litter. She took him in, as did her dragon, and spent the days traveling.

Stories of the school reached her ears, and her hunger for knowledge-- mostly to confirm the stories-- drove her to find it. She resides their now, holding her demonic position to this day.

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❝I will take what is mine with fire and blood. I will kill to have what is stolen back in my arms. Don't ever forget that, and don't expect to let you forget it. I have traversed the snowy lands, to tell my story and watch it spread. Do so, and be saved.❞

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{Part One}

【 And 】 Enoch walked with God:
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and he was not; for God took him

Metatron Philomena Apostlia
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Me(h)-tuh-trahn | Ph(i)-lome-na |A(h)-posl-ee-a(h) | 

• Metatron (Hebrew מטטרון) or Mattatron (a differentiation of Metatron) is an archangel in Judaism. According to Jewish medieval apocrypha, he is Enoch, ancestor of Noah, transformed into an angel. There are no references to Metatron as an angel in the Jewish Tanakh or Christian scriptures (New and Old Testament); however, Genesis 5:24 is often cited as evidence of Enoch's bodily ascension into heaven —"And Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him." Although he is mentioned in a few brief passages in the Talmud, Metatron appears primarily in medieval Jewish mystical texts and other post-scriptural esoteric and occult sources, such as the Books of Enoch—1 Enoch, 2 Enoch, and 3 Enoch. In Rabbinic tradition, he is the highest of the angels and serves as the celestial scribe.
• Philomena is of Greek origin, and the meaning of Philomena is "powerful love". Name of a popularly-worshipped saint who is supposedly a virgin martyr. Her cult was based on a set of bones discovered in Rome in 1802, but in 1961, archaeologists disproved the claim, and her veneration was forbidden by Rome.
• Apostlia is a slight variant from the word "Apostle". The word "apostle" comes from the Greek word ἀπόστολος (apóstólos). By breaking it down into its constituents it gives us a literal translation of "from the fleet". By deriving ἀπό (apó) meaning from and στολος (stólos) meaning fleet. The more general meaning of the word as one who is sent on a mission is translated into Latin as missio, and from this word we get missionary.

Species: Well, this is difficult to discern nowadays. The basic appearance would prove to be human, but a deeper examination gives you the holy light of a lost Arch Angel. However, s/he doesn't consider it that way. The Angel Metatron more so believes the current status to just be the Secretary of God.
Age: That's a strike. Never ask a woman her age. If you must know, I'm the oldest Arch Angel :: Thirty-Six {Thirty-and-Six, 36}
Blood Type: Interesting question, but the answer may never be known. {A Positive, loves}
Gender: "Well, speaking physically, I guess this vessel is female, but I'm male. I'm still adjusting to this...situation"
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⊱ Born in Heaven :: Sparta, Greece
⊱ Nationalitie(s) are Ethereal :: Greek
⊱ Ethnical background includes; Celestial :: Spartan, Greek, Mesopotamian
Sexuality: Uh....this is strange, but I'm Pansexual. I accept all of God's creations.
Relationship Status: Might be open, might not be.
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: Rabbit➠
Occupying the 4th position in the Chinese Zodiac, the Rabbit symbolizes such character traits as creativity, compassion, and sensitivity. Rabbits are friendly, outgoing and prefer the company of others. They also prefer to avoid conflict. In confrontational situations, Rabbits approach calmly and with consideration for the other party. Rabbits believe strongly in friends and family and lacking such bonds can lead to emotional issues. Their serene nature keeps Rabbits from becoming visibly upset. Because they’re serene animals, Rabbits are easily taken advantage of. Their sensitive nature makes them shy away from aggressive or competitive situations. They’re overall conservative and not interested in taking risks. Classy, sophisticated, expressive, well-mannered and stylish, those born under the Sign of the Rabbit enjoy leaning about cultural issues and learning about people from other countries. Rabbits are most comfortable being home, and their homes are always neat and organized. Home is also where Rabbits prefer to entertain. Rabbits are conservative in their decorating tastes.
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: No exact date of birth➠ no zodiac sign➠ sorry, loves

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Physique (view spoiler)
Clothing Style: Straight lace, with very little variant from the common ware of the century. The primary color used, however, is white. There may sometimes be black slapped into the ensemble Metatron puts together, but it's rare to see.
Marking(s):Apart from the marking left behind by his, er, her wings, there isn't much to take note of.

|| ♛ || There are a number of ways to describe the creature before you, or rather the current vessel it resides in, but there is not a positive way to tell which features are truly singular. The melding of this certain Arch Angel to a human is permanent, and reversible only by death-- of the Angel, of course. And, because of this, Metatron's own celestial features have seeped through the seems of the vessel. So, the best way to go about describing this creature is to take the features of both into account, the way they are to be permanently. Permanence cannot be stressed enough in this very special case.

Standing at a peculiar height, though still greatly attractive, Metatron tips the height range at six foot six. God always did like perfect numbers, and so did Metatron. It was partly the reason of why he chose this vessel. Weighing close to a hundred seventy-five pounds, most of the weight can be accounted for as muscle mass, bone density, and Metatron's wings. The wings alone are the thirty extra pounds that wouldn't be there before Metatron had taken this vessel. Philomena, the vessel, was built as a slender creature of Godly creation. Legs give her most of her height, and stunning limbs they are. Should they be understand the variation in height that would occur. Metatron is rather fond of being so high up and would prefer that he stay that way. Philomena has femininely broad shoulders, to which a rectangular shaped head sits upon. Of course there is a neck to connect the two, mind you. Slender hipped, Metatron struts about with the litheness of a beautiful woman indeed. She isn't, however, greatly endowed in the chest region, and for that Metatron is grateful. It would have been thoroughly awkward for him to learn how to maneuver a large chested woman and seem mildly human.

The tresses of hair that cascade down this vessel's shoulders are raven black, or a deep midnight color of perfection. It would seem that this quality is a reflection of the Arch Angel's appearance, considering the vessel's original hair coloring was a lighter brown that shone a radiant crimson hue in certain bright lightings. The face is also the turning point of where Metatron and Philomena's features mixed to create a new image in favor of the Angel's perpetual presence. Lips that seem to be more so disapproving than they would be gracing someone with a smile, the pigmentation of them is softer shade of pink. Not the luscious kind seen in the younger females that Metatron could have chosen, but the tame color that leaves a bit of mysterious allure. With a complexion closer to a creamy tan, this makes his lips stand out just that much more than they would on a normal occasion. The eyes are ethereal orbs of forever changes hues. There is no definite color to pin to them, but the lighting and mood of the moment they're closely observed in could be of assistance. The vessel's original coloring of her irises was a tumultuous gray that reflected the dullness of her fading light. With Metatron at the wheel of the vessel, her eyes find a more balanced gray. In a darker perspective of light, they would appear to be brown or dark blue, depending primarily on how badly you're being scolded by Metatron. In the lighter perspectives, his eyes take on a paler blue or gray, and reflect the knowledge of the many centuries of his existence, and of the many more to come.

Now, the tricky part: his voice.

Metatron has a voice far too large, even for a woman of Philomena's stature. To contain it in a vessel would be disastrous for both parties. The only humans able to withstand the sounds are prophets, saints, and some of the most devoted disciples. That's a very small number, a key fact to keep in mind. To them, he has the voice of a dozen angels packed into one. It's much like a heavenly choice of hosts, which is noted throughout the bible and confused for numerous angels rather than the one Arch Angel. It's a small price for being both the voice and scribe for God, aside from his younger brother Gabriel, whom he has kept a careful watch of. Seeing as his voice is already a multitude of octaves rolled into one, he then has to take into account the voice of Philomena. It was a mighty sound, her voice, and held an alto octave even in her early years of childhood. Metatron found the chime like quality to the way she spoke to be something so very beautiful. He didn't much appreciate how his own voice tainted it, and regrets not being able to keep her voice. What you get instead of his or her voice, is a mixture of the two. So, in essence, you return to the multitude of voices that speak all at once. But, there's a fun bit to it that most don't get to experience.

Metatron can change his voice. Yes, it's a stunning feat that is special to him alone of the angels. He uses this gift of his most commonly when he speaks with children, as he often tells them stories with numerous characters that they enjoy.

Hair Color: The tresses of hair that cascade down this vessel's shoulders are raven black, or a deep midnight color of perfection. It would seem that this quality is a reflection of the Arch Angel's appearance, considering the vessel's original hair coloring was a lighter brown that shone a radiant crimson hue in certain bright lightings.
Eye Color: The eyes are ethereal orbs of forever changes hues. There is no definite color to pin to them, but the lighting and mood of the moment they're closely observed in could be of assistance. The vessel's original coloring of her irises was a tumultuous gray that reflected the dullness of her fading light. With Metatron at the wheel of the vessel, her eyes find a more balanced gray. In a darker perspective of light, they would appear to be brown or dark blue, depending primarily on how badly you're being scolded by Metatron. In the lighter perspectives, his eyes take on a paler blue or gray, and reflect the knowledge of the many centuries of his existence, and of the many more to come.
Height: Standing at a peculiar height, though still greatly attractive, Metatron tips the height range at six foot six. God always did like perfect numbers, and so did Metatron.
Weight: Weighing close to a hundred seventy-five pounds, most of the weight can be accounted for as muscle mass, bone density, and Metatron's wings. The wings alone are the thirty extra pounds that wouldn't be there before Metatron had taken this vessel.

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❝What was spoken through the prophets, was first written by me ❞

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To account for the entire history of the Celestial Scribe is the same as taking in the history of the world in one sitting.

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{Part Two}

It's a breath-taking thought, having a being who knows all besides God and is chief in recording what humans have done. Maybe it is best explained from the mouth of the very creature.
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A delightful little introduction, but not all that true. I don't know everything, but I want to. God named a purring beast a cat and I wouldn't have been able to call it the same. I would've called it a dog. I'd actually prefer my story to be told from someone else.

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The creation of Metatron is a debatable subject that has been argued for centuries. Most would say that he was Enoch, a prophet in the bible, and others would say that he was the scribe of God. Those few people are correct. God created him to take down the events of the world that he had created, and to send messages down to them if need should arise. The history of this vessel is another matter all it's own. It shouldn't be addressed--not separately-- because she asked to be forgotten once she was taken by Metatron. So, he erased her from history, and she can no longer be remembered. Her consciousness, however, is still there. It lays dormant and in the bliss of ethereal grace.

So, we should start with dear Philomena Apostlia.

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Philomena is a sweet girl. Her acceptance of me was what I needed, and it was greatly needed on her part.

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Philomena Apostlia, before Metatron claimed her as his vessel, lived in Greece. She was already married, having been so for more than a few years. She was not the young girl that she had used to be, but still had all the energy to be young.She loved this man, her husband, and they were fortunate enough to own land of their own. He was a high ranking officer in the militant forces, and she his eager and wise wife. They were respected, and envied. But, what they could not have was what made them so easily scorned.
Philomena could not bear children.

She was barren, but not to much of her knowledge. No, they didn't call it that in those days. They would make references to such a tragedy in a number of ways. Her husband tried his best to comfort her, paying for expensive treatments in hopes of them having children. And there was no use. So, she began to lose her light and fade into a abyss of depression. The love between her husband and her died as quickly as the hope of children running through the house did. And with that fading love came a cruelty that Philo wasn't all that ready for.

With the spread of Christianity came her hope. Christians and Hellenized Jews traversed Sparta, proclaiming the gospel as if it were a drunken song meant to be sung by all. At first, she was more than reluctant to accept such a culture so different from her own. It made no sense how she could defy the many gods she'd known all her life for this one that she had only just heard of. But she did it.

And she was rewarded with Metatron.

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Metatron left his celestial home when the great divide that created Hell occurred. There was no use in his siblings fighting one another, and he had many qualms with the war. So, he took two precious tablets when he left, in hopes of securing the end of the war. What he instead started was a treasure hunt that both participating parties aren't much aware of.
The two tablets, you wonder. They are the keys to locking both Heaven and Hell.

Metatron had been given detailed orders when they were written, and only two prophets are able to read their respective tablets. Who those prophets are is something hidden deep inside of him, and he has no need to search for them. The tablets were hidden with the intent of only ever being used to lock both gates at once. By doing so, the great War would be ended, and Judgement Day would be upon the world.

So, you can see why he had to go.

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◜。 ░ Memory
Metatron has a spectacular memory, and can't be rivaled. A good thing, seeing as he is chief angel of history. Should someone think themselves to be little historians with a better owkring memory, they might have to meet him.
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It is indeed one of the ten commandments not to tell a lie. Metatron would know, seeing as he wrote them down. However, this kind of fabrication or more like illusion making. You see things that aren't really there, or it could be juts a story he's decided to tell you.
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Metatron is one of the more patient angels. He isn't quick to shoot off a damning light for little things, and his temper is always controlled. It's very rare to see him get angry, but when he does: beware
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Metatron does love to fly, but has been cutting back on the adrenalin rush as of late. He was one of the fastest angels when he was still in the Arch Angel Garrison, but that's a story for an entirely different time.

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Metatron has to take just about everything there is into account, and it's difficult to zero in on one thing when there is so much more to look at around him.
◜。 ░ Passiveness
Metatron is a lover, not a fighter. He doesn't care much for getting physical, and even if he is confronted in such a way, he prefers to use his words rather than lay hands on a being of his father's creation.
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With Metatron's curiosity comes his prying. He can't help but want to know all there is to someone, and doesn't usually stop at a conversation when he wants that information.
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Well, it's the only true way to kill him. The chanting is a special one that has been hidden for centuries by yours truly, and the only remaining knowledgeable people of it are God, himself, and the other Arch Angels. God knows why they haven't used it already, seeing as he has the key to both the gates of Heaven and Hell.

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Trait 1: Sagacious and Wise
Trait 2: Curious
Trait 3: Passive- Aggressive and Sarcastic
Trait 4: Perceptive and Observant
Trait 5: Closed-Off
Trait 6: Motherly

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❝Sit, sweet child, and let me tell you a good story. It is the story of an Angel who had to leave home. Why? Because there was trouble, and the Father was gone.❞

With age comes a certain understanding of the world that most angels would miss out on. They are usually far too concerned with their somewhat absent All-Father to notice the wisdom they have been gifted with. It was far to essential to them to arrange themselves in an order out of Metatron's control. So, he has left his gracious wisdom out of the picture. When they are to come for help, he plays the fool. With that, they don't see that he has the solution to their every problem memorized and engraved in his mind like he'd just read them moments ago. His ethereal experiences had lead him to make the decisions that have changed the course of history for the Celestial, Nefarious, and Earthly. His wisdom is seldom seen by the Angels, save the other Arch Angels. He holds this sagacious sass off just for them, in hopes that they would change the current situation at home. What he receives in response is a mixture of disrespect and confusion that he doesn't quite tolerate. And, to that point, he begins to create new problems by leading them slightly off the course that they really need to go.

Among many things, Metatron is curious. And he has every right to be, as what is curious of is within his father's creation. His curiosity usually leads him into places that aren't very fitting for a celestial being, but he doesn't much mind. It's his job to take into account all that there is in the world, should they be good or bad. He sees things differently from other angels, and with that fresh new light, he gets his job done faster than you would expect. The phrase involving curiosity and a cat doesn't in any way apply to him, as he's a pretty difficult opponent to beat. The other angels weren't all so happy with his little adventures that his curiosity took him on, as he often neglected his other celestial duties. Instead, he found it best to have this curiosity of his be the guiding factor of his work. It's also the only reason that he even assists his brethren with the trouble left with the rather tumultuous leaving of his father. He was, after all, left with the task of keeping watch over them as his father went on a more spiritual journey than most-- a deep hibernation, if you will.

Metatron is rather passive-aggressive when he wants to be, but for the most part he lets his sarcasm do the work. He actually uses it most of the time that he interacts with the young angels that come to him for help, often using the wrong answer to get them on the right track. Of course, not all of them notice this, and to that he responds with still more sarcasm and passive-aggression. The angels that have caught on to this lovely ruse of his aren't always happy with him. He takes this in stride and passes it of as being the older brother that is properly doing his job, with much allusion to the other Arch Angels in the current life situations. Metatron is, yes, a dear older brother with the perfect sort of attitude to be one.

It's part of Metatron's job, you know, to be perceptive and observant. He could tell you every detail of what's making you unhappy if he's gotten to know you, and the characteristics of wherever you are without having to look. It's annoying most of the time, to the other angels anyway. They find it to be an advantage that shouldn't have been gifted to him, because they believe him to be neglecting his duties. When, actually he's doing just about everything in his job description right. His skills of observation are also what makes him someone good to speak with in times of trouble. Why? Because you could be given the best opportunity to improve both you life and self in a few short sentences, or maybe in a parable that you'll have to decipher. Either way you look at it, these traits are the in the best part of him.

Here comes the part that no one likes. Metatron can be rather closed off to those around him. Yes, he will engage in conversation as eagerly as the next curious angel, but he holds off information about himself like it were the very thing keeping him alive. No one knows why he would do such a thing, and he doesn't know much either. All he really understands that when someone asks about his life, he shuts down. It's like entering a black hole of nothing that is very hard for him to shake out of. Metatron knows the only person with the answer is God, but he has always been too...afraid to ask him the reason behind this trait of his.

This has to be the one trait that is actually Philomena's. The reason behind it still existing is unknown, and again known by one being. Metatron was too fascinated to let someone spoil the fun of figuring why this occurs to ask, and has been trying to figure out the explanation At any rate, Philomena was quite the mothering figure before she gave herself up to be a vessel. She viewed most of those around her as a child in need of love, even the children that most would scorn to be hopeless creatures. Metatron has taken this trait as well with the occupation of the vessel, and is very delighted by it. His love for children has grown greatly, and he can feel Philomena enjoying her ability to be a mother of sorts at this time.

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{Part Three}

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❝ Words are more than they seem ❞

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◜ █ ♔ Literature; not all of them are biblical, mind you
◜█♔ History
◜ █ ♔ Deer
◜ █ ♔ Humans; interesting little beasts
◜ █ ♔ Demons; funny story behind that
◜ █ ♔ Angels
◜ █ ♔ Tea
◜ █ ♔ Chocolate; better melted over cookies, mmm
◜ █ ♔ Myths
◜ █ ♔ Much of the world
◜ █ ♔ Learning
◜█♔ A good hero(ine)
◜ █ ♔ A good villain
◜ █ ♔ Children; most of all
◜ █ ♔ Words; especially making new ones

◜。 ░ ♔ ━━ ANTAGONISTS ˟ ˟」

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◜ █ ♔ Alcohol; nasty stuff
◜ █ ♔ Altering of histories
◜ █ ♔ Coffee
◜ █ ♔ Hunters; sadly enough, there's a reason for this
◜ █ ♔ Ugliness; not in the physical form that you're thinking
◜ █ ♔ War
◜ █ ♔ Destruction
◜ █ ♔ Burning Objects; other than wood
◜ █ ♔ Having to get physical with people

❝ HOBBIES ♔ !  ♥²

↯ ▍Story-telling
↯ ▍Writing
↯ ▍Reading
↯ ▍Teaching

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Position: Celestial, Nefarious, and Earthly Histories

message 10: by David (new)

David (davidthescottishwerewolf) | 56 comments Mod
Nice characters, I Like the new and improved scelero and metatron is cool

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【 Am 】I a freak for getting down?
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Hey, brother, can you save my soul from the devil?

Spectra Electra Serena Lafayette Wilkes
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Species:  Poltergeist
Poltergeist are ghosts or spectors that have a taste for being rowdy and loud. They tend to be tied to a specific area that's close to where they'd died. They often have died very violent deaths, and reflect that in their past life
Age: 150 {Hundred and Fifty} Appears 19
[Date of Birth] September 8th
[Date of Death] June 6th
Position: Music
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Derived from the chromosome 
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⊱ Ethnical background includes;
Sexuality:  Homosexual
Relationship Status:  Single
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❝ Is it peculiar that she twerks in the mirror?
I say no and just get down.❞

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❝ Categorize me; I defy every label❞

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❝ They say that is like a play without rehearsals
I wonder will it be my final act tonight ❞

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◜。 ░ ♔ ━━ INDULGENCES ˟ ˟」

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◜ █ ♔ Dancing
◜ █ ♔ Singing
◜ █ ♔ Partying
◜ █ ♔ Drinking

◜。 ░ ♔ ━━ ANTAGONISTS ˟ ˟」

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❝ HOBBIES ♔ !  ♥²

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↯ ▍Throwing Parties

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message 12: by David (new)

David (davidthescottishwerewolf) | 56 comments Mod

message 13: by Eric (new)

Eric Savage | 1 comments ₴єaTнёFїёпd puǝıɟ wrote: "Part III
It was the final act that broke him, even if he hadn't realized it. His defiance was what gave his mother the chance to destroy him, the creature that left her womb only to humiliate and t..."

₴єaTнёFїёпd puǝıɟ wrote: "Personality:

Trait 1: Hungry
Trait 2: Vicious
Trait 3: Vulgar
Trait 4: Calculating
Trait 5: Patient
Trait 6: Desperate
Trait 7: Needy

Shut your lying whore mouth
Scelero was often dismissed as c..."

Great post

message 14: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 19 comments Mod

message 15: by David (new)

David (davidthescottishwerewolf) | 56 comments Mod
Hey sea can we rp sometime

message 16: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 19 comments Mod
Sure, where?

message 17: by David (new)

David (davidthescottishwerewolf) | 56 comments Mod
at david and sceleros mansion

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