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7 yrs ago
Current Replies will be no more for the rest of 2017! My life has just gotten too busy to manage. Sorry.
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7 yrs ago
Received the role of Orcus in "She Kills Monsters"! Replies will continue to come slowly because of rehearsal schedule!
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7 yrs ago
Replies are going to be slow - school started!
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7 yrs ago
I'm so proud of Kesha after listening to her new album.
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7 yrs ago
Wtf even IS time?
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I should mention that I have been on this site longer that it actually says. My original account has a name I'd rather not say, and so it changed. And then, I forgot my password and the email that went along with the last one @Teddiplier. So in total, I have actually been on this site for about two years.

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5:30 AM



Mikill's eyes slowly opened, waking up and absorbing in his surroundings again. He could feel the blankets on him and the pillow beneath his head, and he didn't want to move out of bed. But a well-managed body did not stay that way by simply staying around in bed. Mikill pulled the blankets off of him and sat up, giving a stretch of his arms in the air. He stood up, walking over to his dresser. He pulled out his morning workout clothes, putting them on and looking at himself in the mirror. He grabbed a hair-tie from where it lay and put up his hair in a ponytail. After staring at himself for a moment he walked out of his room and out the front door, careful not to wake any of his roommates.
As he arrived outside, he began to jog throughout New Celestia. He did this for about a mile, before stopping where he was and doing twenty-five burpees (complete with push-up). Most who saw him, at this hour, ignored him, as they saw him each morning. After doing this he stood up and now began to run. After two miles of this, he stopped and did fifty-five burpees. He continued this routine through the morning, running in a full circle back to his house.

It was now about seven in the morning, and so he hit the shower. After stepping out, he dressed in his usual clothes; jeans and some t-shirt (today it was a band shirt, The Police), along with his usual leather jacket that his dad had given him for his fourteenth birthday. He stood in front of the mirror on his dresser now, brushing out his long hair, before finally putting on the pendant that his father had also given him. He stepped into the kitchen now, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. As he grabbed for the milk, he heard another one of his room mates enter. It was the girl of Zeus, and Mikill gave her a nod and a "good morning". She asked him how his workout went, and he said like usual. He finished up his cereal, washed the bowl, and headed out to the Temple of the Gods. This was his usual routine. He liked to talk to his father through his shrine, even if the man never responded. This morning, Mikill told his old man of the ten dragur he'd defeated on his own. Of course, there was no reply.
Sighing to himself, he now headed the Grand Market to just browse.

As Cienna revealed her wrist, Julie looked at it curiously. As usual with her Soulmates, Erin's name was shadowing underneath her own. When mentioned that Cienna had spoken to "her", she widened her eyes. The names must have switched.
"M-My story?" Julie asked, confused. Something switched within her. "About how that bitch was sent from the gods to curse me, for something I don't even remember that I did?! D-Did she tell you what I did to deserve her?" she asked now, turning from anger to frantic. "P-Please. Cienna. I-If you know, t-tell me." Julie's hand that was connected to Cienna's was now shaking.
Am I alive? I've asked myself that for years now.

Julie watched as Cienna lifted herself up and sat in one of the chairs beside her bed. She watched for a moment as her fairy struggled with her emotions, stumbling over her own words.
When asked if she wanted to stay with her, Julie blinked a few times.
"I-I mean, my apartment is gonna be f-fine. I-I mean, they'll probably need to r-repair it, so.... Y-Yeah," she got out, still confused as to why the fairy had been on the floor and was so emotional. She moved one of her hands out from under the covers, reaching out for Cienna's. She couldn't reach it, being in the bed. She winced with pain as she finally (barely) touched their fingertips.
"W-why are you c-crying?" she asked now.
@GoodLuckTuck

Here's my CS!



Sorry I didn't see this before! I asked for CS to be sent via PM, but other than that I've been busy and all over the place.

As for acceptance, please check the rules. :)

Erin gave a small smile to Cienna, now having the ability to understand Fae after struggling with the few words. "The origins of your alignment or who you are, don't have to define you," she replied this part in Fae. When asked if they wanted to come and live with Cienna, Erin replied, in English, "You might want to ask that to Julie yourself. She is the host of my body." Erin's image began to fade, and she gave toothy grin. "Stay safe, Tin-Dark Fairy," she quickly corrected herself as the rest of her faded away.



Julie slowly opened her eyes, blinking at the white light of the hospital room. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, before turning her head to the window and looking outside at the city. She then turned her head to her arm, where an IV was connected. She knew there was no need for it, but did not remove it anyway. Lastly, she looked to the figure on the floor. After struggling for a moment, she realized it was Cienna.
"Ci-" she began, before coughing. He throat was parched, having been asleep for a while. She wanted to speak though. She looked to the nightstand and grabbed the glass of water that was beside its pitcher. She drank for a moment, cleared her throat, and began again.
"W-What are you doing here?" she asked first and then, upon seeing her on the floor, said, "Are you okay?"







"Is it physical or mental?"
Morgan Sydnous


The River



Full Name

Morgan Sydnous
Nicknames/Aliases

Morg, "M", Soon
Age

19
Gender

Male, but dresses in an androgynous manner
Rune/Location

Laguz, located on his chest (right over his heart)
Rune Powers

-Healing the sick
-Closing wounds and healing injured
-Feeling another's emotions
Description

Morgan stands short and underweight for a boy, at 5'7" and 130 pounds. He is skinny, and a few of his ribs can be seen if you really look. He has dark brown hair, which fades into blonde. The reason for this type of natural hair is unknown. He has sea foam coloured eyes, and a strangely shaped face. When he speaks, his voice is in between feminine and masculine.
Personality

Morgan speaks only when he deems it necessary, choosing to rather stay out of problems if he can. Of course, that all changed when the Rune appeared on his chest. When he does though, he can be sassy and is straight to the point. He rarely jokes and appears to be a rather morbid individual. Surprisingly, he is easy to make friends/get along with.
Skills

+Cooking
+Martial arts
+Daggers
+Gymnastics
+Fair memory
Weaknesses

-Cares too much for others well-being, more so than his own
-He has many medical problems, including anorexia, insomnia, depression, OCD, and anxiety
-A seemingly "scared" person in general
Brief Backstory

Morgan did not have the most fortunate of lives. He was born and raised in San Fransisco. When he was five years old, his parents split. He was given custody to his mother. He spent most of his time with his mother who was also quiet like him, yet loving. But he also spent time with his father. Both loved him unconditionally, so Morgan always wondered why they had split up. His parents remained in contact and good friends, but just not married. He developed a strong connection with the both of them. Five years later, his father was been diagnosed with stage-four brain cancer.

He spent as much time as possible with his father after that, adventuring the world with him for two years. Doctors had told them that he had five years left. He did not. A few days after returning home from their world tour, Morgan's father was admitted to the ER. He passed away at age forty-seven. His mother slipped into a very deep depression. Morgan lost both of his parents that day.

It only got worse for Morgan. Throughout his teen years, he had to manage a very busy lifestyle. He went to school, ran track there, worked two jobs, took gymnastics and martial arts, and took care of his mother. He barely got time for himself. When he did though, he learned some things. He learned that he liked to wear dresses and skirts, and he didn't care what anyone else thought. He learned that he didn't care the gender of others. He learned guitar and to sing.

He rarely took care of himself but through multiple doctor's visits, he was diagnosed with insomnia, anorexia, depression, OCD, and anxiety disorder. He wouldn't let it get him down though; he just focused on helping others. Even though he didn't have much time, he dedicated some to volunteering at children's hospitals and other such places.
Misc

-He does not care the gender of those he dates
-He is a vegetarian
-He is lactose intolerant
-He likes to wear skirts and dress (and other "feminine" clothing)
-He got the name "Soon" because he'd always put off on things in school and at work
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