sakurasan

Starkissed

@Mae In my character's background, am I allowed to refer to another God? Just to explain if someone did someone to said god. Example: Aphrodite or Athena.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Hey guys. Sorry about this but I think I'm going to have to drop this RP. Due to some things, this RP has begun to put me off a bit and I've lost my interest. It's still a great RP with an awesome GM though so I hope you guys have it last a long time!

Starkissed

@LancerOfBlue Hmmmm...I am not sure just yet. Might make it a dark god. So yeah. But maybe not. The punisher isn't really a bad person per se. More like- Meh. You'll see~

_{Pft that literally told you nothing, huh}

@Framing A Moose Gahahhaha yeah. Took me a bit.

Starkissed

Yeah so my god is definitely going to be the God of punishment and torture~

Clusterfuck

LOCATION: Hashinton household ->
INTERACTION:
TIME:

---

---

The day had started off as a dull and uneventful one as always. No school meant no papers to grade and no students to look forward to seeing day after day. Dreams filling most of their eyes to the brim. Though that didn't mean he wasn't already preparing for the start of the school year which was creeping up on the town as fast as the summer auction was. And even with the fact that there was no school, Reiden had been up since 4 am, laying on his 800 count bedsheets with his sea deep eyes staring up at the ceiling. Was that auction today? It was, wasn't it. The auction was well known around Lakewood Summit and though it was supposed to be such a joyful event, Reiden never actually expected much from it. Though he did make sure to spend the money since it was going to the school.

Reiden was humming along to the classical music that resounded practically the whole entire house but not too loud as to receive any complaints. He couldn't help but shut his eyes and sway with the sound of the piano before his eyes opened abruptly to the sudden pain of his foot which grew by the second. "Yee-OWCH!" Reiden flinched before he looked down to see that he had jammed his right foot straight into the corner of the shelf which held his records. With that, he turned down the sound of his vintage record player and returned the records to their orderly fashion. He shook his head and felt as if he had something to do on that specific morning.

Aftershave? Done. Shave? Done. Clothes? He looked down at his casual white collared shirt that was made of good material nonetheless and the black suit pants, lifting the peak of his hazel dress shoes for a quick second. Done. Breakfast? And at that moment his stomach growled before he had the chance to give it a thought. Oh Saturdays, so relaxing yet so nerve wrecking for one that tended to think about Mondays before they needed to. He gave a yawn and checked his mail, taking out the invitation which he already knew to be for the auction. They mentioned it 1 month in advance before actually sending out the invitations.

The invitation was set on his counter before his eyes wandered over the gift basket that was now next to the invitation. A sensation came over him as he looked at the basket, his eyes half opened and a feeling fatigue still pulling his mental state down. For what reason was that basket sitting there with two unopened bottles of Chateau Lafite 1865, lemon scented candles, a box of milk chocolates, roses sticking out of the basket with the sole wish of being the center of attention, and a mug with the word 'WELCOME' in bolded letters. It took Reiden about 15 seconds before realization suddenly hit him. “Oh yes! The housewarming gift. How could I forget?” He sighed and looked over at the clock. 7:30 am. Was that too early? Not early enough? How would I greet them? What if they did not want to be bothered with strangers?

In the end, Reiden was to bring the gift over right after he had his breakfast on this unreasonably scorching day just as the day before today had been...and the day before that. "Oh summer, so wonderfully dazzling but far too hot for my tastes." Wishing for Winter in July, that was a given.

Today's breakfast was just a plate of eggs and delicious grits, taking him about 30 minutes to make and devour. "Mmm." The man murmered, licking his lips and placing the plate in his sink, washing his hands and giving a slight tug to the bottom of his shirt for no particular reason. That was all, wasn't it? My morning ritual was done. He took the basket with one hand and his keys in the other, shoving it inside of his pocket before walking out of the house and obliviously forgetting to lock the doors, not that burglars were known to lurk the corners of Lakewood Summit even though they would get their fair share of riches if they caught Reiden walking out of his house, a smile on his face and not even a small inkling that he could get robbed.

"Where is it? Where does she live? He? She?" Reiden hadn't even heard the Lakewood Summit gossipy gigglers speaking about the new resident that had just moved in the other day. Or perhaps week. Then again, they were more interested in the sex lives of those around them, _{propably because their husbands weren't fulfilling their wishes in bed. Or some of their boyfriends for that matter.}

His head turned left and right as he walked in the wrong direction for 15 minutes before finally realizing that someone had said that it wasn't near the golf course. But after a while of trial and error, he finally reached the house. Oh, he didn't know the person's name, did he? "Good morning!" He rehearsed before giving the door 5 precise knocks and taking a step back.

It's still 7 am, isn't it. Just the time that many awake. Hopefully their the latter and I'm not interrupting anyone's beauty sleep. How would this new resident be? Another arrogant prick? Well, egotistic is a better word for those types of people. Perhaps a sweet and kind lad or lassie that he could get along with? Either way, it didn't matter. In places like Lakewood Summit, you got along with anyone unless you wanted the unnecessary drama that could end in an exasperating mess. Though you might just end up paying someone to clean it up.

Clusterfuck

Time: 8 AM - 3 PM

---

“Ugh. My head. Owwwiee.”

Her ears rang for the first few seconds, causing Raven to wince as her eyes slowly blinked before they opened wide and gazed up at the unrecognizable ceiling. Is this a kidnapping? Is that what this is? Oh god, like, they could totally get money from my parents and all. Like, I’m a really good target! Idiotic accusations swirled around her head before she finally looked to her right, seeing a stranger that didn’t feel like a stranger. Staring at her for a few seconds before her eyes trailed down to her laced bra all the way down to the bright pink underwear she had on. Oh god. Did I? I didn’t. But alas, lifting the covers and taking a glimpse of the beauties underwear said otherwise.

I did. Raven groaned, her hands covering her face. I try to stay in the closet but what’s the point if I keep poking my head out of it?

Raven sprung out of the bed before a reporter could ask the question “Are you gay?”. She’d done this before. The whole “one night stand” thing and it never turned out well. Sometimes the chick wanted her money in exchange for staying quiet about the whole thing. Other times the guy was just stalker-level creepy as hell. But this girl actually looked pretty normal. Hopefully, she didn’t know that she was the Raven Yuline. The Raven Yuline that could get her hands on a million bucks whenever she needed to and was on the list of “Top 10 actress that any guy would bang”. No matter how offensive some feminists might think that list was, it was a complete honor to be on it. The part where it says “any guy” was the main focus. Raven’s been trying to keep that status as a normal, straight actress. And as any person could tell, she was doing great.

She fished for her clothes through the pretty nice apartment the woman lived in and finally found her last clothing item under a bed sheet that had fallen off of the bed. Don’t I have work today? I did this the day before I had work? How stupid could I be! She was going through the file in her mind that held information about her jobs and right on cue, a text from Rose came. The chime could be heard faintly from the inside of her black bag and she seized it as fast as she could.

From: Needs to get laid/Rosey
You do know that you have a job today right?
A job you should have been here for 10 minutes ago?
A job that could open up some great opportunities for you?
Not to mention that you being late is always on my ass.
Get here now.

Rose was tough as hell. A rough exterior and an interior that probably wasn’t that mushy either. But in all truth, she was 50x ruder in texts rather than her awkward and fast paced self in real life. But she was almost always right and that meant right now.

”God, I have a modeling gig for the Angela Rinoe and I’m going to be late?!”

Raven gritted her teeth in frustration while she hopped on her left foot and put on her heels. For a second she looked back over at the girl with her chocolate brown hair falling over her face as she slept adorably. If she went out of the closet, she could wake up to her own girlfriend sleeping beside her. She could go on dates and all that! Honestly, she called herself bisexual but she's only fell for 2 guys in her life and those relationships ended horrendously. Quickly, Raven snapped out of it and turned her head, walking over to the exit. She actually considered leaving a note but it didn’t matter, they would never see each other again. The door shut silently and so began the walk of shame.

All the way to the shoot she was feeling sick. No idea what the reason was but that aching feeling wouldn't go away. Of course, as a professional, she was able to look like the had her full 8 hours of sleep and feeling great. The shoot went off rocky at first, though, what everyone looking at her with a bit of annoyance. But the end results of the shoot were so great they didn't even remember it. And Angela Rinoe still seemed impressed. Rose? Rose still held onto her grudge and pestered Raven about how important time was and that maintaining her schedule wasn't only her job and so on so forth.

But the pain didn't go away even when she was back at home. Soon, she realized it was just hunger. "If only I had like a pizza right now." Raven got out some cereal and downed that in less than 5 seconds, afterwards searching the house for more food. Some fruit were laid out on the counter, neatly inside of a cute basket. She attempted to take a big juicy bite out of the pear before realizing it was a fake.

"Who decided fake fruit was a food idea." She said before shoving it aside and throwing away the hollow pear. Raven was too hungry to have even realized that it was as light as a feather. After she went on a freny, eating whatever she could find, the refrigerator looked empty with only some cheese and a few other foods that she didn't even know why she had. And the pain was still lingering.

"Why the hell am I this hungry?!"

---

---

Time: 3 PM

---

The tapping of her 4-inch heels probably made the table next to her want to pull their hair out but Aline wasn't stopping. She checked her Instagram feed, making sure that her most recent posts had at least 4,000 likes and probably more. The brunette model looked out of place with her bright red lipstick, perfect eyeliner, and an outfit that looked no less than a hundred dollars. After all, it was up to Aline to make sure that she had a specific role in the fashion industry. To set a statement everyday. Her mother, a well-respected lawyer and her father an actor. Father. Aline still hated that name and wondered everyday why they decided to change her last name. Aline Yuline. It sounded like a joke! A terrible joke you make fun of. But well, with the way Aline was, you didn't make fun of her. And don't even get her started on the idiotic blonde she had as a sister. A girl she had yet to watch the demise of.

Since work was finally over, Aline was sitting at her usual booth at La Varelle, waiting for her dear and probably her only friend she had. Well, unless you counted him. Aline was honestly a loner at her high school. By choice but at the same time not by choice. Walking near her already made most feel intimidated with the way she did a full up and down check of whoever dared to pass by her so close that she could feel the cold air blowing against her legs. The reason for this was terrible social skills and a pretty rotten personality. Aline's been known to...well...ruin model's careers. She's called the venomous cobra behind her back. Though it's not much of a secret.

"Where the hell is she?"

Aline looked around the diner. At the retro booths and the people that occupied them. Humans always gave off that sense of being more of a plaything than the actual competition in the contest to see who could gain the most popularity and make the most money. They betrayed you for no reason, used you, and some had egos so large it could inflate a balloon. After a while, she just learned to get used to it. To be 10 steps ahead of them so she could be the one obliterating them. That was until she met Elizabeth and a few others with personalities that contrasted hers so much it seemed as if it was fate. Aline always put on an innocent smile for Elizabeth, showing her other side and making sure she didn't get too close to her. After all, if Liz knew what type of person she really was, getting hated was a given. And that wasn't happening.

La Varelle was a place that she frequented solely for the fries she barely touched. Some people called her anorexic but she always just says she's on a diet. Gaining 2 pounds in this industry was looked at as if you were binge-watching Netflix all night and ended up eating 3 tubs of ice cream. So yes, Aline is actually anorexic. But no one knows about that. Then again, what super model isn't anorexic? Maybe she was delusional but food was pretty overrated.

Clusterfuck

Raven / Xara / The Executor

⍚ Raven ⥥ 18 ⥥ Female ⥥ Demisexual ⍚

"When you think of beauty, visualize a rose. It withers."

𝔐y 𝔐ortal ℭ𝔬𝔦𝔩

[ ⍚ ] A _{P P E A R A N C E}

Raven is a woman of undeniable beauty. From the thin and yet muscular legs to the beauty mark right beside her left eye. Her mother was a woman that looks like an angel. The sweet expression on her face and the high cheekbones which more enhanced her smile. Her father, however, was a man that looked as if he’d kill you on the spot if you angered him enough. He has eyebrows that make it look like he is almost always angry but he is most definitely handsome. Like her father, Raven has naturally gray hair with red streaks running through her hair. Though not too much. Just enough to enhance her icy blue eyes that make it seem as if you’re staring into the ocean itself. An endless abyss.

Her frame is slim and yet somehow sinewy. Even with the little visible muscle, Raven still looks delicate. A dark rose. Someone that you see and simply admire for its mystery and beauty. Her hair flown back but what stands out is what sticks out is her elvish ears. Pointed and slanted downwards. A trait passed on by her mother. As well as her small and light pink lips.

The mark on her back is a rather gruesome one. Its length is about half of an arm and it looks like a wound that

[ ⍚ ] P _{E R S O N A L I T Y}

Raven doesn’t have many friends. There are 2 reasons for this. One, her family. Obviously, she has been encouraged to stay away from close relationships that would put the family business in jeopardy. Two, Raven isn’t the sweetest girl around. She has never been. Raven can be insensitive and at times even cruel. Though almost all of her insults will accompany an expression that makes it look as though she is bored. Quick to say what’s on her mind and is honestly uninterested in most people.

Because of her family, Raven never even bothered making friends. Her brothers told her stories of men burning witches and hanging them to the stake for no reason. And Raven, a naive girl, didn't think about the fact that her family wouldn't have been killed for no reason at all. They are murderers, after all. No matter if they attempt to justify it with the amount of money they make and how they often buy things for their acquaintances.

She has always been a curious girl. That's how she found out abut the family, after all. Following her brother in the shadows when he went out to go hunting one late night wasn't the best choice that she could have made. Though she is a curious girl, people with a dying urge to know about everything like her bother Raven. Even making a few friends would be okay as long as they aren't too... involved with everything. She would much rather be friends with a lone wolf than someone that is part of a large tribe and has a curious nature.

But beneath her harsh exterior is just a girl that wants to prove to her family that she can be a true part of the business. And a girl that mourns deep down. She is full of sorrow, whether it's guilt for not doing anything to stop her parents or the feeling that her parents love her brothers more. She isn't a bad person. If you get to know her enough, you'll realize that she cannot leave anyone in pain alone. Maybe it's just to practice but maybe she actually wants to help them. Raven can be a kindhearted girl when and if she wants to.

[ ⍚ ] B _{I O G R A P H Y}

Raven was born to a mother that was part of the Rumasra and a father that grew as a lone wolf, banished from his witch tribe called the Altose. Her mother is a practicer of witchcraft and could be called a witch herself. And so, Raven ended up a witch as well. They aren't really a part of a tribe. Though they do interact with the Rumasra tribe enough but no one actually knows this particular family. Raven is the third of 4 children and the only female out of them. Often attempting to prove herself to her older brothers and the one youngest that was only younger than her by 2 weeks.

Her parents were quite well off. They tended to a family garden that sold its strawberries and vegetables well. Raven's father and mother had also started an herbal store full of magic and healing medicine. It has quite the reputation for curing practically any sickness within the week. But it's also known for having an eerie atmosphere to it even with the workers there smiling kindly and offering them great service.

After a while, Raven also began to become suspicious of certain things. Glancing around and viewing her surroundings. The lavish jewels around him and the furniture covered with the fur of an animal she had never encountered before. They were well off but perhaps too well off with the income that should have been just enough to take care of them, not nearly enough to buy extra luxuries. And so, at the age of 14, Raven was introduced to the actual family business.

Her older brother by 2 years was a hunter. A well-known one as well. But he was not just a hunter of wild animals. He was a hunter of men as well. Her family was full of beasts that killed innocent beings and drained their blood for profit. When she confronted her mother about it, all she was told was that it was a part of a spell that many yearned for. Anything for a profit.

In their case, the blood was used for healing spells and even aging spells. Though blood magic came with a price that her parents didn't have to pay. The men and women that used these specific potions were to die at the age of 67. On their 67th birthday, they fall into a deep sleep and their body rots within 5 minutes. Cause of death? No one knows. Except for Raven's family. This family business was one that Raven yearned to be a part of. However, she was subjected to simply being the one that learned how to make potions and heal others. That was her entire purpose.

Memories Retained: Ignore for now

𝔐y ℑmmortal 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔩

⍚ Xara ⥥ God of Punishment and torture; The Executor ⥥ Male ⥥ Panxual ⍚
_{DARK GOD[remove if not]}

Many will say you are evil.
The emblem of misery.
The way you hold the weapon above your head.
Your icy cold eyes that speak to no one.

However, you should know one thing;
The sun shines for anyone.
The rain pours down for no reason.
And you are not at fault for the tears of those that yearn for forgiveness.

Don’t give it to them.
They don’t deserve your nonexistent mercy.
Just do what you were born to do,
For anything else is a waste of your time.

And don’t forget.
No matter what they tell you,
You are an angel.

Unknown

[ ⍚ ] G_{O D L Y A P P E A R A N C E}

Xara looks by no means full of youth. Though there are no wrinkles that taint his skin, he looks dull and worn out. Like a soldier that has just returned from battle. Xara is still a handsome and attractive God. Though his elegance is of a man that you watch and do not dare to interact with. Someone that could give you a look of death without actually changing his expression. His skin is as pale as the snow but appears a bit sickly with the sides of his cheeks having marks that run in streaks and appear as dark as the night sky. Though it is easy to ignore with those slanted eyes and pupils red. Crimson red; blood red.

He stands at 7'0" most definitely looking down on you in a sense. Even with this, it is able to pay him no mind. And you know to turn the other way when he steps with his black cloak dragging behind him. The white hair falling onto his cloak. Not pure white, however. Soiled hair that has darker streaks within it and appears to never be clean. Nonetheless, it flows gently and is as silky as silk itself. The hair more often than not falling over his eyes as he appears to look straight forward but is likely to be staring at the ground.

His hands are always covered with long black gloves. As if not to dirty his hands. As if it'll keep him from tainting himself when he kills. Though that's a joke. Xara carries a withered flower petal with him always. The reason unknown but it is there. One day in would be in his pocket and the next it could be hiding inside of his left glove.​

[ ⍚ ] K _{N O W N F O R}

• Obeying orders
• Punishing
• Killing with a stoic expression
• Never wearing a smile
• A lover of none
• Being mysterious. A ghost.

[ ⍚ ] F _{O R M A T I V E M O M E N T S I N H I S T O R Y}

A God of punishment and torture. What would you expect of such a God? Would you imagine a God that bowed his head to no one, that was as sinful as any other? Perhaps a God that knew no right from wrong. That did only what he desired. That found joy in bringing pain to others. But a mortal or immortal being that suspected such things couldn't be farther from the dull truth.

Though a God, Xara wasn't born with choices of what he wanted to do with his abilities. No. Xara comes from a long line of executors. A family full of servers rather than rulers. And he was to follow in their blood-stained footsteps. Though a killer, Xara never actually minded executing those that had upset the gods. Some may call him cold-blooded for being able to sigh while the deceased head rolled onto the ground. Their life force was gone and everyone in the vicinity knew of such a thing.

His older brother, however, was different. He was a man that had dreams. He aspired to be the first to step out of the family's fate and become a ruler of his own. A proper God that others bowed down to. And with that, came trouble. Xara found his brother's advances to be tiring and unavailing. And his parents, of course, were not happy either. Their mother's voiced filled with anger day by day as his brother rebelled, lashing out at the God's and quite frankly, disrespecting them.

Then the day came when such a thing was taken too far. His brother was angry and so he stole one of Arian's most prized possessions. Arien happened to be the daughter of the God of mad rage and frenzy. A woman that was often called the most unforgiving of all the God's. The jewel's power leaking out as he attempted to use it. Only to find that the owner was the only being that could use the beautiful item. His brother, Marlus could only be vexed for a split second of his time. For now, The God's were truly furious.

His brother was to be executed.

And by who, you may ask? But of course by his younger brother Xara. What better way to prove your bravery, loyalty, and mental strength than to be the cause of your brother's soul roaming free with nowhere to go and a lifeless body. Xara agreed - not that he had a choice of his own - to the situation. And so the execution was set to motion and with shears were raised. Xara's expression was one of disappoint and nullity. His brother doubtlessly saw his brother no longer as he silenced his begs and closed his eyes. For to him, before him was a monster.

After that unfortunate event, the executions started up now more than ever. Perhaps the Gods had received the impression that Xara would execute whoever they desired as long as they told them to. Even petty reasons were thought to be reason enough to bet a lesser being killed. And they were not wrong. Xara continued on with his life and for the first time, deep down inside, he felt something strange. Something that could be called guilt but he had never named it.

It was around this time when he was introduced to his starkissed. She wore a gentle smile on her lips almost always. An appearance of an angel and the personality of a demon. That was her. A beauty that God's lined up to see yet no one actually conversed with her. They were intimidated by the way she spoke, acted, and carried herself. The Goddess wasn't one that could be called the most powerful by any means but if you did not know of her, you would suspect such a thing.

At first, she paid him no mind, walking past him without even acknowledging him. And he did the exact same. Perhaps that was what caused her to actually look his way with an expression of curiosity. She began to speak to him, her gentle and seductive voice attempting to lure him into a web. Though for Xara, it proved to be bothersome. Intimate relations with an executor was prohibited and looked down upon. However, the meeting did not stop. She would be kind to him from time to time and her cold facade was slowly fading as she got to know him. Of course, this was all in bad taste.

At first she paid him no mind, walking past him without even acknowledging him. And he did the exact same. Perhaps that was what caused her to actually look his way with an expression of curiosity. She began to speak to him, her gentle and seductive voice attempting to lure him into a web. Though for Xara, it proved to be bothersome. Intimate relations with an executor was prohibited and looked down upon. However, the meeting did not stop. She would be kind to him from time to time and her cold facade was slowly fading as she got to know him. Of course, this was all in bad taste.

The God's were furious at Xara. Getting familiar with one of the most beautiful Goddess's and the most hated nonetheless. Shameful jealousy was within them as they stared at him with distaste. Xara hadn't fallen for the beauty in his eyes. He viewed her as a liability. Having her around was not unpleasant but he could survive without her. Though he didn't know the lengths of his love.

On a peaceful day, full of celebrations and joy, someone was to vanish from the world. Xara was called upon and told to kill Frea. Having apparently stolen a golden shawl from one of the almighty Gods. Xara agreed to the terms. Though he was opposed to it very much. His shears were lifted and he shut his eyes. But before he could choose to kill or not kill the woman, she vanished. Simply vanished. And before him was a God that caused the entire vicinity to bow down before him, including Xara of course. The specific God punished Xara for apparently attempting to kill an innocent woman for he was the God of honesty and faith. Which meant he knew that Xara was telling the truth when he uttered that he had been ordered to do so and was going to stop.

But the man smiled quite cruelly for he had been in love with that specific Goddess long before he had. Standing on the sidelines and watching them in their fantasy. And so, the curse was put upon him and his mortal life began.

𝔐y 𝔊ifts 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫

[ ⍚ ] S _{K I L L S E T}
Three General skills to start and up to two combat abilities. Due to the setting you may also have 1 Survival ability.

• Expression - At times, she can appear to be dead on the inside. Any evident expression on her face is gone but its not a look of sorrow. It's a look of nothing. As if nothing is inside of her and she's just an empty shell.
• A vivid reader - Of course, if you're reading books on magic and witchcraft, you'll have to know the ways of reading.
• Potions and curses - As the daughter of a witch, Raven has her way with potions. In fact, she's known to make even better healing potions than her own mother. Though her curses are still in practice, so far she can kill any type of wild beast within a 5-mile radius if she knows what it looks like and has a piece of its hair. As well as other curses she'd rather not have to use.

• Endurance - Raven was born with the inability to feel pain. Though most would find this lucky, Raven really just wants to feel something.
• Knives - She is quite the wielder of knives. Raven can use a knife or simply a stake to hurt just about anyone and hunt anything. With her excellent aim and immense strength.
• Speed - If Raven ever feels that she needs to run and hide, she has the speed to do so and is quiet when she runs as well.

[ ⍚ ] A _{B I L I T I E S}
These will unlock as we continue.

Life Force: 0/0 (ignore for now)

Ability 1: Weakest Ability
Description

Potency 1
Potentcy 2
Potentcy 3

Ability 2: Moderate Ability
Description

Potency 1
Potentcy 2
Potentcy 3

Ability 3: Strongest Ability
Description

Potency 1
Potentcy 2
Potentcy 3: This is your most powerful ability in it's most powerful form. Using this ability at this strength will kill your character shortly afterwards.

[ ⍚ ] I _{N V E N T O R Y}
What is on your person

[ ⍚ ] O _{T H E R}
691919

[ ⍚ ] R _{E L A T I O N S H I P S}

Will you participate in the Relationship Assignment?: REQUIRED
This section will be replaced with a Relation Sheet.

Clusterfuck

Starkissed

@Framing A Moose Oh! Well that's alright! You can go ahead and do that...BEsides...Just got a new one. I think i'm going to be doing the God of punishment and torture. ^^ ANd I'm pretty sure about it!

Starkissed

@Framing A MooseHuh? Why? I'll figure it out later~ Those are just some of my ideas.