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Jolly Roger KoorbName: "Jolly" Roger Koorb
Myth: Red Skeleton
Age: 14 (By his people standards. In regular time he is actually 324)
DOB: December 6, 1687
Ethnicity: 1/3 French, 1/3 Spanish, 1/3 British
Relatives: "A lot"
Style: He wears outfits that compliment his heritage but more often than not he'll wear bland-colored business suits, a red necktie, and black-rimmed glasses (even though technically he has no eyes), combed hair, and a fedora with a ticket on it say "Press".
Social Pool: He is technically in all Social Pools as a member of the Press.
G.P.A: 4.5 (or so he claims)
Elective/Club: School Newspaper/ Journalism
Notes: He is both liked and despised by the entire school for the stories he prints.
In addition to the "Truth" he is most well known for his hilarious/outrageous "Truths" stories
One of the most outrageous stories/things he is known for is frequently accusing those on the student council/ASB for secretly working for Captain Nazi.
Another thing he is known for is h
Jane LawsonName: Jane Cherish Lawson
-Myth: The Five Horsemen of the Apocalypse
D. O. B: April 15 (Aries)
Ethnicity: English, Greek, Roman, Japanese (on her mother's side)
Relatives: John "Bill" Lawson (Father)
Tomoe Ame-Lawson (Mother)
Social Pool: None (closest being outcast)
G.P.A: 5.0 Normal and Honors (what do you expect?)
Notes: Jane is the daughter of the lesser known fifth Horseman of Apocalypse: Bureaucracy. (So it's no surprised she is picked on by them and the Sins.)
As such there are very few things known about her or her father. Not that anyone wants to know.
Jane although capable of speaking (and writing) all languages, communicates mostly through "Sign Language" where she holds up signs with what she wants to say written on it. Jane uses "Sign Language" due to the fact that prolonged exposure to her voice is quite capable of boring someone to d
The Savage BeastThe Savage Beast
Caged in emptiness, Screaming in silence
Suffocating on air, Seeing peace in violence
Head torn to shreds, Unwoven threads
Unbeaten heart, Never too smart
Blood pounding, impatience mounding
Cant do it now, But I have to somehow
Dying in my mind, Slowly going blind
Open to killing, Hoping it would fill me
Still insane and in a rage, Wishing I could open this cage
Locked and bound, shot to the ground
And yet when I turn around
I see me, the worlds end
Blood still pounding,
Impatience still mounding.
Cant do it now but I have to somehow
But I have to somehow
Something I always knew
No matter what I was going through
I know its true
My hatred still burns.
Burning inside with violent anger.
The Savage Beast awaits to unleash its unending fury
Reader x Suoh Mikoto: Fortunate Meeting
I have always known that my life won’t be easy, but I have never imagined that I would run away like a criminal. And I’m only the little sister of one.
My big brother is well-known in the criminal-scene. He killed many people and is in big contact with the Yakuza. That’s why Scepter 4 is looking for him and they think I know where he is. But I haven’t seen him for about two years. The only contact we have is the money he sends me every month.
A few days ago people from Scepter 4 stood in front of my apartment and wanted information. Then two days ago and today they wanted to bring me to their headquarter. When they said that I got in panic and ran away.
And now I’m here running like an idiot and panting heavily.
I know that they have special abilities and I’m really glad that they haven’t used them on me, but I’m just scared as hell of Scepter 4.
Turning around a corner I look for a place to hide. The only thing I see is a bar. Not
Lone Flowers (Jorrian) [RP in desc]I don't know why I'm here. Everyone here is plain mental. They're crazy and screwed up in the head. I don't know if I am. Maybe. Just maybe.
I've familiarized myself with the white walls and marble floor. There were no windows. Only a door that could be opened from the outside that led to the hall, or if you had a key. But that was the only way out. And only the Doc and visitors had access to it.
The doctor was a sick, twisted being. He put people in straitjackets and tied them to beds. He never gave the required amount of medicine. Sometimes he would pull people out of their rooms for "treatment" and they came back even more screwed up.
Acquaintances of mine inhabited many of the rooms here. They all had lost their mind...most of it, at least. A few had managed to keep themselves together. But I'm certain that won't last for too long.
One of my friends—my closest one, my only one—shared a room with me after her roommate lost it. She's so sweet and gentle and in
What G-Modding IsWhat Godmodding Is:
- If your character can come back as anything they want.
- If your character has powers akin to another species despite being an entirely different species.
- If your character claims to have an unique immune system.
- If your character tries to control other players character via means other than brainwashing/hypnosis/possession.
- If your character can survive practical anything.
- If your character has more than one set of lives.
- If your character can destroy almost anything with a touch of their hand.
- If your character literally is descended from a god but yet can handle heavy weaponry perfectly despite the fact that they DON'T need to use weaponry because they're descended from a mother-loving GOD.
- If said god character only loses one tenth of his/her powers.
- If said character immediately tries to kill your character without giving him/her a fair chance to fight back.
- If said character just won't die no matter how many times you try and defeat them.
Clarity An SPN Song Parody (Destiel)"Clarity" An SPN Diestel Parody Song
High dive into rising flames
Where the dead comes back to life.
Fight fear for my selfish pain
Was it worth it every time?
Hold still, the Impala crashed
And we all know how this ends.
The clock ticks before the demons fall
And they drown in ash again.
This takes a piece of me
Watch me fight, and watch them bleed.
I still fight, and I don't know why.
If this life is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If this life's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Walk through the pools of red
You refuse to make amends.
You cut through with the demon knife
And you have no common sense.
Don't pray while I'm away
Because I know just what you'll say.
I saved your life, brought you back from Hell.
Now I can't even look at you.
You take a piece of me
I watch them die, and I watch you bleed.
You still fight, and I don't know why.
If this life is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If this life's insanity,
Saccharin Species Bio V2The Saccharin is a strange species - not exactly as biological as one would think, they’re more like slimes. As such, they have no internal organs. They also are very pliable and elastic, which comes into play as they eat. Being an amorphous organism has its perks. Saccharins can regenerate or reattach severed limbs, morph their bodies into the shape of new body parts, and stretch their currently existing body.
A saccharin runs on two things: sugar and water. Everything else is unnecessary. While the water serves mainly as a lubricant, the sugar is the essential part. A saccharin is made almost entirely of sugar-based compounds, and can squeeze through very tight spots due to its lack of a skeleton. While the water is essential, too much of it can cause a saccharin to lose its composition and become much more slime-like.
When a saccharin eats, the food doesn’t go to a stomach, because it simply doesn’t have one. Being like a slime, the food is stored inside the saccha
Imagine Singing Karaoke To The WinchestersA Collection of SPN reader fics
(If you don't know the song I mention in this, I recommend looking it up. It reminds me so much of Sam and Dean, I just had to do it!)
~Imagine singing karaoke with the boys after a hunt (Female Reader) SPN Collection #1~
Another successful hunt; a nest of nasty vamps in a small town in Pennsylvania. You all though you'd be stuck in Pennsylvania for at least a week just to locate the nest. But you managed to find it under a day. The boys were throughly impressed with your ever improving hunter skills; even Cas was taken back that you beat him to the punch, even with his angel mojo.
Once you found the spot, which happened to be an abandoned warehouse, Dean and Sam scouted the place out. They told you to stay put, which you complied- for about five minutes.
You walked inside, guns blazing the bitch. The guns only stunned the vamps. and this you knew. Left and right, they came at you; you quickly whipped out your machete, decapitating the bastards. You then
Revenge 2:Serpentine Ch.23 (for real this time)Now snapping out of it, Herobrine looked up at his sons. Lewis and Sky both sighed with relief. He was back, and they hoped never to see entrances like that by Dan again.
Extreme anger displayed in his eyes, Herobrine narrowed his eyes and cursed the Serpent King, what happened to him still fresh in his mind.
Veiling his anger ever so slightly, he spoke."Even with all the experience I had with the Snake...he still managed to catch me off guard." he growled.
Evenly, the brothers sighed with a bit of disappointment and relief.
Right there with his father's anger, Lewis spoke up. "I'm guessing Dan snuck up on you. That sneaky bastard..."
"Giving up is not an option, however." Sky put in. "Even though Jordan has his Nether powers now..."
Observing their grimaces, Herobrine decided to ask his sons about their experiences in the realms.
Not wanting to burden him with his horrid time spent in the End, Lewis let Sky go first. He went on about how he ran into Sean and now his family, and he tal
Querido Diario 10Ha salido el sol y comienza a brillar en la alcoba de Marie, con el Sol en sus ojos comenzó a hacer parpados y comenzó lentamente a abrir los ojos. Se estiro, se levanto y camino hacia el tocador para darse una ducha calida para su cuerpo que seguía tremendamente frio por lo que paso, algo inesperado le ocurrió.
Encontró a Thomas con una toalla en vuelta en sus caderas, el se estaba cepillando los dientes, al escuchar el chirrido de la puerta volteo la mirada, Marie estaba tan sonrojada que hizo un portazo con la puerta que parece que se daño un poco.
Marie: Lo siento ..¡¡ Lo siento Thomy..¡¡ *Sonrojada*
Se escuchaban las pisadas de Thomas que se dirigían hacia la puerta, se escucho que se estaba abriendo la cerradura del mismo tocador, Marie halo de esa cerradura para que no viera cual sonrojada estaba, pero no funciono, el tenia mucha fuerza y logro abrir la puerta con una simple mano. Ahora ella puso sus manos
Scoot's Story14th of July, 2038, Third Year of the Great Equestrian War
Scoots sat alone in a corner of the armoury, polishing her artificial wings. Dark oil stained her fur for she had skipped showering five days in a row. She had been way too busy supervising the work efforts in the upcoming war, what would later be known as the Battle of Sugar Tree Hill. All the Changeling Optics had been checked, all the armour polished, all the mechanics in working order. She was the Leader of Weapons and Defence Design, but had passed all the duties for the next few hours to her second in command, Uuser Greyhorn.
She tightened the wings securely to her body and stood up. She looked around the armoury. Stallions and mares trotted past, not realising she was there, on what were probably important errands. Scoots trotted off though the massive cave system, where the armouries and weapons were being held. She passed through the many doors, guarded by large stallions and even a few by large mares. Sh
Hunter Lucky LeviName: Hunter Lucky Levi
Myth: Urban Legend (Alligator/Crocodile living in the sewer)
Skin Color: Green
Eye Color: Orange
Relatives: Alfonse Levi (father)
Style: Urban Hockey Jock (has Lime Green Hair)
Social Pool: Has none really but is usually considered to be a Jock.
G.P.A: 3.49 (exactly)
Notes: A professional businessman/scalper (there's one in every school)
The most unique/oddest thing about Hunter is that he lives/lurks in a toilet.
He has his own bathrooms located through out the campus. He also has a toilet in virtually every room in the school allowing him to travel quickly.
Despite living in a toilet Hunter is very clean and hygienic (plus he never smells).
Hunter is a go to guy whenever you need something anonymously or otherwise.
Ex: tickets to concerts, answers to tests, cigarettes, etc.
However everything comes at a price. One of his own choosing; usually money but he also trades. Failure to pay has very dire conse
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