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6 yrs ago
Current Life is more fun when there's a schedule you're supposed to be following but aren't
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8 yrs ago
My one priority in life right now is to become the best Pokemon trainer
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8 yrs ago
What a time to be alive
9 yrs ago
I'm definitely one of those people who never changes their avatar or signature and I'm 100% ok with that.
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Bio

I'm not sure what I did to lure you here but I do apologize and I also would like to welcome you to my page. Now with the pleasantries aside, a bit about me.

I have been role playing for about 3 maybe 4 years now, I love writing and I spend a lot of free time doing just that. I also spend a lot of time that is meant to be for work writing but that's another story. I live in the American midwest (think great lakes region) so that should give you an idea of my timezone. That being said I am often up at many hours of the night, or morning depending on your point of view.

I am indeed a girl and she/her whatever works.

Most Recent Posts

This is a WIP, almost finished though. "I was just having a little fun, I didn't mean to over hear your conversation." Full Name: Jasper Rosati Nickname(s): none Gender: Male Age: 18 Birthday: Feb 14 Astrological Sign: Aquarius Color: "Bright Mahogany, that's a color right?" (its pink) Species: "I think my Dad's mom was a witch but he doesn't talk about it much." (he has no special powers basically) Nationality: Australia Aura Color: A darkish pink Soul Appearance: "Well its a bright mahogany ball of awesome, it's tough looking and cool." (Ugh what would he know about it anyway, its often mistaken for a girl's soul.) Class: Meister Meister Abilities: "Well I'm not very good at meister things but I can fight!" (Liar! He's actually good at soul perception but he wasn't lying about the fighting skills.) Partner: Small Biography: "I was born wild in the out back of Australia...." (Yeah, no. His prattling continues for hours. His father was a Maestro and his mother was a star violinist. Cute little love story right? They weren't as normal as they seemed though, his dad used to be a meister until a mysterious accident when he quit and his mother was a weapon, she only went through a year of training before quitting because the life style wasn't for her. Luckily, or unfortunately, Jasper seemes to not have inherited his mothers ability, as far as we know. This little bastard likes to keep his aces up his sleeve though. He had a very musical childhood and seems to have come out a better person because of it. His parents taught him the importance of rhythm and discipline for with out it there is no music, just chaos. As a kid he manipulated his class mates and was pretty much a bad guy until one of his dear friends ended up getting hurt. He realized that just because he can make people do what he wanted didn't mean that he should. He struggled for a long time with the fact his soul was pink, it was kind of a fluke because he's not super feminine but he still had to prove himself to mostly himself that he wasn't girly. The answer was obviously martial arts which he became surprisingly good at and then it was marksmanship, which he wasn't great at. Then it was any type of fighting style he could pick up. Still has a thirst to prove he is strong, not that girls are weak. He has to make up for a very non-intimidating aura and soul color. It would be the same thing if it was baby blue, he's just trying to not look like a wimp.) Personality: "I'm the kind of guy who stays cool in the face of danger, never late, always ready. Eyes closed, head first, can't loose! (Actually pretty accurate, he seems to take nothing seriously but in the blink on an eye he can go from annoying kid to lethal killer, usually pretty needy though and overconfident. Total flirt, the scary part is it worked for a while, I'm fairly certain he got bored of getting what he wanted. He may be smarter and more dangerous than we give him credit for. He's the type of guy who always has a plan, though you won't know much about it until its too late. Some how he's always a couple steps ahead, and usually knows more than anyone else. I guess people let things slip when they don't take you seriously, what a great actor. Jasper also is oddly willing to risk it all for the limited number of people he actually cares about) Weakness(es)/Fears: "Someone as flawless as me isn't afraid of anything, well except loosing control." (Hit the nail on the head there buddy, he can't stand loosing control of a situation, especially those he created. Quite terrified of loosing control of himself, not sure why though.) Themesong: April Fool~Manchester Orchestra Other: "Completely straight, well there was the one time...Heh, nevermind." (I don't really want to know. He has a tattoo over his heart, its a treble clef and bass clef making a heart. He gives me an uneasy feeling, I think he's hiding something.)
Maybe she will, she has a town to massacre first.
Ugh, that took forever. Mary is here! Any wayyyyyy, I should formally introduce myself; I'm Sapphire, I was part of the original RP and Mary is based off a character I had in that RP. This Mary, however, is new and improved! She has an endgame. But wait! There's more! She's just going to get stronger and stronger the more she kills so sending low level ncps to deal with her is a bad idea. I made her thinking things won't get out of hand but they probably will. She's not on any particular side at the moment and that's about it. Its nice to meet you all, I hope I don't end up killing you. :)
Mary blinked a few times, she was having trouble remembering anything from before. Wait, what was she trying to remember and why? She was in an abandoned shack and without a clue about anything from before those first couple of blinks. She staggered to her feet, leaning against a wall. There was a lot of trash around the room, beer bottles, cigarettes, a weird glass tu---nevermind she knew what that was. Obviously someone had been using the shack for nefarious purposes. Little did she know they were back, well she didn't know until it was too late. A group of snickering teens burst through the door and stopped in their tracks when they saw her, six packs of beer in hand. The tallest and most stupid looking stepped forward, "Miss, you are trespassing on private property. You don't look like you're from around here, you could get in quite a bit of trouble, you know." "And so could you, you look a little young to be drinking." She spat back at them, "So if you don't say anything, I won't either." The big one chuckled and his friends followed suit. "Sorry Miss, I don't trust strangers. But I know how to make them stay quiet, especially when they're as fine as you." His grin made Mary feel sick and he stepped forward and grabbed her right arm. She tried to pull away but his smile only grew, "I wouldn't make such a fuss, you wouldn't want to get hurt, would you?" Mary was petrified, he tried to pull her closer to him. She had only one option, she grabbed the knife from its hilt and plunged it into his heart. She removed it and left him to bleed out, his friends were all too dumb to run away. She killed them to, seven in all. Covered in blood she headed towards town, feeling shaken and torn. Her eyes looked kind of empty and she seemed to have mentally checked out, a mistake that could end up costing her.
Ok, I had major formatting errors so this may change several times before I get it right. Any way, She's back~~! [Hey look! Mary!](http://www.zerochan.net/1464691) Name: her true name is lost, she answers to Mary Age 20ish? Skills/powers: Mary can not die, like a video game she respawns. The more she kills the stronger she becomes and the less human. Her strength has a cap but she has never reached it, at that point she looses all humanity and becomes a demon. As she kills more and more she gains powers, suited to help her kill. She always has a dagger, with inscriptions that read; C̡̢̡͎̰̤̮̣͍͋̿̉̽̋̍̈ͤͯͬ̿ͨ̾ͥ̀̚͞ã̵̢̬̦͍̤̲̺̺̠̟͉̬̎ͩ̃̾͗̋ͤ͛ͯ̀͂͌͋͂͜͢r̵̢̝̻̝͍̯̼̺̥̹͔̃͑̄̌͑ͬͮ̍͐̔̒̍͡͠d̵̡̻͇̰͍͑̎̆̒̐̏̑̒̔̔̓̍͞͠i͋̒͒͋҉͏̞͍̠̮͇͓̱̙͎̭͔̯̺ͅͅn̷̛͍͔̻̂̊ͧ̆̿̿̎̇͋͋͒͗ͥ̚͝ͅͅå͍̞̦̦̼̼̪͚͓̞̻̹̳̼̻̤̱̔́̽́͟ͅļ̧̺̦̥̫̯̟̼͎̪̫̬̄̇͋̊͋̓ͬͤͥͩ̀͐̚̕͜ ̶̨̧̳̗̻̳͖̪̟͉̜̪̹̭̘̽̃̿̐ͦ͂̌̌̊ͭ͐̆̋̄̆̒ͬ͞Ş̶̅̑ͣ͑̀̓ͤ̍̎̚͝͏̼̲̤̙̖̹̣̦͍i̓̽ͨ̏̑͊̅ͨ̽҉̨̦͔̼̼͔̮͈͉̩͟ņͨ͋ͪ̓ͯ͆̈́ͦ͘҉̹͇̹̳̟̯͍̥͎͉̞̥͟ ̡̞͔̖̤̰͕̭͍̫̜̫͍͙͓̖̤͓͈ͣͮͧͧͭ͗͋̆ͫ̈́̂ͥͭ̈́ͯ͆͘͞W̽͛͒̆̆̒͢͟҉̜͍͙͙͇͇͇̗͔̮͍̞̖͠͝rͭ̓̿ͧͥ͗̑ͭ͛̐ͧ̂̀ͥ̆̆͗͡͏̘̪̞͉͉̯͈̗͓͓ͅa̶̡̭̳̗̯̝̠̭̠̔̐͋͗́ṱ̜͎̲̤̣̟̪̟͔͚̹͖͈͍̜ͯͨ̄͛͌ͦ̆ͬ̂̌̀̍ͧ̀̚͜͞ͅh̛̖͈͕͚̦͍̠̳͌ͦͬ̒̎͢ͅ.͕̮̳̲̜̟̙̻͒͗ͪ̽̓͘͢.͕̝̖͙̘͚̮̥̣̂͆̀̅ͩͤ̊͒͋ͯͨ̋͋̽̆̆̑̑́̚͠͝.̝̥̼̠͈̮̘̣̙ͬ̀̏̆̕͜.̈̽̇̂ͪ͑͑͏̢̮̮̜͓̹̙͎̗͉͕̠͝ͅ.̵͚̟̖͎͉̼̤͔̹̬̝͙̺͙ͪ̽̓́̐̄̇̽̑̍̊͛́͐͆̑̎̚ͅ.̀̅ͤ̍͏̵̨̳͇͔̙̣̖̭̮͜.̴̧̨͉͍͓͉̬̙͑͂̌ͩ͒̾ͫͤ̋̓͑͢͡.̧̛͍͕͍̰̩̲͖̘̠̫͚̝͌͗͊ͭͮ̾ͪ͑͟͝͠.̷̵̙̯̯̱̻̗̳̰̪͖͚͍̝̘̲͎̫̏̎̄ͭ̔̇͂͛̀͘͢.͖̪͉̭͙̻̬̪͖̳̩͔͖̝̦̗̟̣̋̔̒ͥ̃̿ͥ̋ͫ́ͅ.̵̴̫̮̹͇͍̙̽͋̒͂̇̅͒̏̊̄̆̐ͬ͌̿̀͜͢.̧̡̛̺͕̗̳̊͛͆ͮ̌̋̌̾.̶̡̲̟̠̗̘͔̥̼̜̹͚̰̜͇͇͕̯̈́̎́ͦ̍̓ͤ̿̐̉̏̑̄́̕̕ͅ.̍̀̓̊͏̨̫̞̱̝̦͙͍̕.̸̨̡̠̙̜̫̹̖̪͇̣̫̟̔ͥͯͤ̌ͪ͆͡.͖̙͍̟̗̥͙̜̬̏̋̏ͤͧ̓̃̆̕͢͜͠.̶͒̆̄͒ͩͨ͂҉̱̩̮̠͚̕͡ͅ.̨̙͓̗̹̉ͣ͒̃̒̿͋ͤ̔͌ͭ͢͡.́̂͂ͨͯ̔ͥ̎ͯ̔̐ͥ͗͑ͤͩ͏̢҉̶̪͖͓̤̩̳̤̝̜̟̤̯̮̩̗̺̣ͅͅ.͗ͬͫ̎ͥͦ͑̾ͨͫ̀ͩͮ̐̓̆͗ͮ҉̛͉͇̯͓̞̜͚͕̺̗̺͙͓͚͔̀́.͑͆̃́ͧ͆̃̑̏͆ͤ̓̚͜͡͏̜̺̩͓̹͓̪̝̫̤̙̤̦͉̗̥̪̠.͗͒ͥ̄̏̐͗ͣ̾̓̈́͏̦̣̦̘̘͈̳̬͙͇.̢̛͖̱͎̪̦͙̭̬̻̣̫͐̂̐ͪ̊̿̎̍̈̐ͮͨ͊̐̀̈́.̸̱̦͈̪͙͙̗̦ͣ̐̒ͬͥ̾͊̔̉̍ͬ͘͢͡͠.̢̎̈́͊͌͑ͩ͆͛̾̉͒͆͛̓̈̅҉̝̥͖̹͕͇̮̞͎̲̭̬̻͎̟̟͇͇ͅ.̷̡̗̲̰̹̬͍̹̳̹̦̪̥̏̀͌̉̄̌ͨ͋͆̆̾͒͐͑̚͠.̡̨͉̞͓̟͕͕̳̞̭̣̐ͭ̓̐͒͢.̵̸͓̭̙̬̜̳̲̖ͣ͊̎̐̾̓̊̀͂̆̌̒ͫ̓̔͌̓̚.̴̟̙̬̣̝̭̤̥͇̳͎̬̺͇̫̙͊́̑͗̎ͦͨ͋̚͢͢͝ͅ.̮̱͕̣̖͈̙̠̖̯̟̪͍̖͕̊̅ͫ̇̈́ͥ͂̀̈̉̂͛̉̌̏ͮ͜͞͞͞.̵͛ͧ̆̃̿̐̃̏͑̆̍҉̗̗̝͓̙͡͝ͅ.̶̴̧̢̨͉͈̲̟̥̘ͬͣ͗̓͊̓̔́̊̊̀̿̓̀.̧̲͇͔͇̬̞̹̮̖̦̝̣̟̗̼̱̝̓̀̃ͦͧ͒ͦ͒̇̈̾̆̍̓ͫ̓̈̏͘͢͡.̊ͥ̿̋ͥͨ̿̐̽̌̇͂̂̎͆͏̷̴̧͍͍̪͍̺̣͈̤͙͕̰͜.ͯ͛̄͒̆̓ͦ͊̄̇͋͋͏̧̛͉̦͇̗̯͉̩͇́͜ͅ.̧̼̖̦͎̩̪͎̥͖͖̼̱̘̮̘͕̟̜͐ͦ̑̆̆ͣ̀̕̕͡.̶̢̍ͫͥ̓ͦͤͪ̓͗͂̇ͮ̚҉̵̹̞̤̫͚̩̫̘̹͕̗̯͇̳̞͚͟.̡̼͈̤̰̆ͫ̐̈̐̃̎̓̏ͤ̄̋́͞.̶͕͎͔̳̈́̾̓̒͂̄̃͆ͧ̄̀͜ͅ.̧̪͓̟͈͌̐̀̐̈ͮ̉̑̓͂̀͘͟͝.̵̸̜̪̟̪͎̖͖͕̖̟ͣ̑̈͐̈̈́͐ͣ̇ͮ͛ͨͩ̓̄ͯ͑ͥ̾͡͝ͅ.̧̞͕̩͎̦ͬ̎͒̓̒͛͒̊̕.ͪ̽ͣ̚͏̶̧̝̩̰̺̥͚̲̮͙̺̘̗̥͎̤.̴̷̢̺̺̘̉̐̏͂̓͡.̼̲̗̮̟̩̖̺͇̜͇͂̓̄̋̎͑̿͒ͤ̂̌̃ͦ̏̔͛͘͞.͂̄́͑ͣ̍̈̀̃̽̌͗̂͟҉̝̯̹͙̦ͅ.̴͐ͬ̈̃҉̡̼̙̦̹̮̙̹̠̻̫͖̺͎̟̞͚͚̭͠.̏ͩ͑̾̓ͯ̈́̓̓̅̾̏͗͆̎̀͑ͯ͑҉̷̴̜͓̫͖͙͕̖̪̣̝͘̕.̴̶̷̝̩̦̳̟͍̺̻̻͓̙̲̣̅̆͑͒͘͠.̢͑ͭ͑͢͏͍̳͔͎̞͈̱̼͠.̶̥̬̥͓̫̞̙̗͉͉͇̟̘̊ͬ͗̔ͣ̐̎ͥ͋ͩ̿͗̚̚ͅͅ.̴̧ͧ͌ͣ̏ͪ͑͋̐ͭ̂̆̆͊ͫͪ̆ͥ̚̚͏̸̡͉̭̰̜̖ ̍̍ͨ̽̇ͨ̈́͂͏̸̵̦̟͔̠̹̝̝̼͎͍̠̪͈̠̖̜̬̗͠ͅM̶̨̛̗͙̖̤̪̱̻̖̗͙͚͙̥̣̼͂̽͐͒ͣ̆ą̸̜̱̻͈̦̐ͨ̏̄̉̆̃̔ͪ̚͜͢͝ỷ̶̠͕̻͇̟̲̙͕̪̞̫͓͉̭̱̌̓ͥ̌̈̔̆ͧ̒̔ͩ̀̅ͦ̇͐͜͢͠ ̸̴̸̞̠̹͕̼̝̟̯̭̊̍̒͊̔͋ͧͭ̓̌̅͆ͤ̏͗͗͆̎ṭ̸͔̠͚͈̰̣͉̦͇͕̞̘̻̗͍͂̅̌̂͛ͫͫ̔ͨ̀͜ḥ̵̶̛͙̰̣̥̦̣ͥ̎͐̆̄͌́̐ͫͩ̈͐ͥ͛͠e̢̬͔͇̠͍͍̳̺ͫͧ̆̆̀͝ ̴̹̠̼̭̺̥̱̣̼̳͖͊̈ͪ͋̔̋͗ͧͩ̃͂̕͝͞S̴̸̭͍̜͈̖͚̓͂ͤ̏̀̒ͨ͋ͦ̂̔̂ͦ̾ͦͫ͘͘ͅe̴̵̢̛̘̰̥̥͖̟̠̻͚̻͊͋̆ͪͥ̅͋ͣ͒ͨ́̃͆͋͟ͅṽͨ̒̑҉̵̡͍̯̭͇̙̱͢e̢̛͙̘̯̯̺̹͍̖͎̘̪͈̼̥̲̗͓̼̿̾̿̏̇̌̇͛̑ͭ͑̓͋̾̇̏̃ͦ̌͜n̨̗̜̪̩͓̠̰͓̤͙̝̯̺̈́̈́ͣ̓̀ẗ̴̢̛̈͐ͩ̄̊̀ͯ͋̀̈́͋͆͆ͬ͆ͤ͞҉͓̼̩h̸̡̲͕̬̱̮͍̰͈̤̯̪̹̥̩̩͎̟͊͛ͬͧ̽̿ͭ̏ͫ ̩̲̫̮͉̝͍͓͑́̏͋ͯ̿͌̈́̑̄̆͆̀C͖̼̦͇̠̪̖̼̱̯̮̝͔̯̍̄͒͗̀͢͢i̊̄ͪ͊̂ͫ̈́̽͊̉̿̂́̕͢͝҉̯̭͕̘̙̜͎̲̺̩͓̪͔͚ͅr̶̓̍̂̓̐̄ͦ͗̓ͦ́͒͑̿͘͟͏͔̦͇̥̖͇̪̣ͅc͒̅ͪ͒ͤ́̃̄̓ͯͫ̈ͧͨ̆̐́̚͝҉̮̙̣̝̣̝̗̼̗͕̳̻̪͚̞ͅl̸̼̮͙̳̣̻̭̬͍͈̯̓́̓ͮͣ̈́͒̚͝ͅè̋͒ͩ̓̈̄̈́͊̐͛ͤ̓͆͏̠̖̞̞͎̩̼͕̩͙͉̠̞͈͡ ̵̱͉̗̝̫̯̩͒͐͂̇̑̈́ͫͬ̅̏̏̑̿̓͡͝iͭ͗̃ͩ͊͒ͭ̍̐̎ͫ͛̏ͯͭ͒ͥ̇̀̚̕҉̵̤̜͉͔̟̤͚̠͖͜ͅn̵̨̪͉̹͓̤̲̲̹͌̄͊̓͛̈̆̓́̈̌̑ͨͪ͌͌̐͟͝c̸͉̯̙̭ͦ́̃̇̆ͩ̅ͣ͗͑̒ͥͩ͆̓͟a̭̩͇͖̣̠̦̦̯̦̐̆ͣ̒̎̋̔ͣ̆ͯ̏̒ͩ̓͂͑̚͞rͪ̾͑͏̴̲̗̫̟͈́̕͝n̸̸ͨͦ̉́̊̅̊̌̊̏͗͆͏̙̗̫̩̠̦̝͈a̴̋̿ͮ̀̌ͨ̎̍̔̓̉͋͠͏̰̝̱̠̬͍̝͔͟͞t̮͇̣͖̺̞̦̳̳͔͎͇̤͚͌̈́͐̄ͯ́͝͝͞ͅe̢ͩͫ̔ͣ̅ͨ̒͗ͪ͒́̎͗̊͏̯̯̙̦̳̗̺͙͔̳̳̺̭̲̠͔̦̜͚ ̹̬̖̟̘͕̼͎̜̫͕ͪ̐̍ͫ͡͝ȑͪ̈̾ͩ̒̾̊̒̀͏̖̻̹̠͝į̸̟̪̹̗͓̩̆̀͊͛̏ͩ̂́ͩͨͭ̍̍͐͋̀͜͝s̵̢̛̩̪̖̬̰̜͇͎̻̬̺̜̤ͨͦͨ͛̂͆̂̐͛ͦ̂̈́̌̽̐ͬ̐͒̕͝é̵̴͔̤̯̻̙͚͉̯̣̦̱̥̬̖͍̭͓ͫ̓̑͌ͣ͜͞ͅ,̵̛͇̠̝̠̥̣̝͉̣͈̬̝̬̈͋͛͊͊͡͞͝ͅͅͅ ̏̆̆ͩ̂̀̚҉̵͠҉͉̙̗̫͎̼̝h̪͖̹̘̫̫̹̣̣̰̥̞ͣͣͤ̌̿͊͂̀̕ȩ̵̘͔̹̘̖̬͈͉̥͈̹͉̰̏̂̀̊ͥͤͨ͗̍̏ͮͪ͆̍ͦ̀͟r̶̡̧̛̲͉̫͉̩̰̙̳͎͎͈ͮ̊̃ͤ͌̅̅͊ ̇̓ͫͭ͗̑͋̀̀̾҉̧̪̖͔͍̞k̴̢͇͚̺̺̟̤̻̐̐̈́̈̓̒͋ͬͮ̿́͢i̡̳̼̜̦̟̳͗ͪ̂̂̿̆̆͐͋ͬ̎͐͒ͤ͂͋͊͆͝n̷̡͐̆̽ͦͩͯͪͣ̕͜͏͔̤̻̲̗ ̸̢̻̹̭͎͙̪̞̠̠̦͕̰̝̲̞͕̓̎ͪ͛ͯͤͮ̀̔ͯ̍ͥ͌̐͒ͥͩ́̚̕͘ͅw̨̩̠̠̲̲̭̫̗͓̱̽͋̍ͬͨ͢͠į̶̷̧̹̻̺͇͎̟͖͇͇̻̓͒̏̎̉̈̍͌ͦl̶̨̡̩͙̘̪̳͖̭̞̤̮̞̻̯̹̳͖̑̈́ͪ̾̍ͥ̃ͤ͒͛ͧ͑͗͑l̸͕̦̩̝̦̫͑ͤ̾͊̒ͮ͊ͮ͟ͅ ̢̭̬̙͇͆͂ͦ̊̐ͥ͘̕͜f̳̤͔̩ͬ͂̈̒͛͠͠ơ̼̫̮̟͔̙͖̯͇̤͓̼̼̜͚ͫͨ̆͐̅̽̕͟͜͢l͎͙̮̯͚ͤ͋̏͑ͮ̐͗ͯ̅͌̊̈͑ͩ̾̇ͯ̀̚̚͢͜͠͠ļ̧̱̯̗̬ͣ̅̎͐ͦ͢ơ̱̦̪̞͌͒̂́͗̕͝͠w̷͇̭̖͙̖̞̙̝͍͕̲̥̟̼͕͚̐̊͐̚͡.̧̧͐ͣ̃̌͆ͦͨͨ͑̌̓̏͟͏̸̱͉̮̪̤̰̘̭͕̰̲͓ ̴̫̣͙̥̦̭̯̲̜̭͚̤ͦͧ̇̒̔ͯͣ͘͟͟͝ ̢͍͍̻̻͙̻̜̦̤̝̻̩̪͎͕̰̈́ͦ͆̿ͮ̄̓ͭ̄ͦ̊ͨ̑͋͌͋ͨ͐̀̀͝S̐̅ͮ̿̈ͨ̔̈́ͧ͊̃͗ͦ͐̿͑ͧͨ҉͉̖͈̖̯̯̀h͆ͩ̽͑͂̈ͤͮ̚͏̛̲̩̜ọ̧͕̠̙̗͕̬͙̦̥̩̯̟̻̳͔̙͐̃̾̉ͮͨͮ́̎͊ͤ̂ͫ̎̽ͤ̽ͯ͝ư̧̘̪̩̦̯̰̞͖̲̞̠̦̯̤̯͕͉̘̇̃ͤͫͯ̐̋ͪ̆̆̎͛ͬͦ̓̆́̚͝ͅl̸̢͎͖̩̝̮͙̱̱̠̫͈̭̤̗̖̩͉͙̖ͩ̄ͮ̉ͯ̂̌͋̔̆͆̈̾̊ͬ̀́͡d̴̨̓ͥ̑̈́̕҉͉͔̰̙̮͉̮͇̣͕̩̗ ̸̬̦̺̺͑ͥ̾̾͛ͭ̔̿̅͋ͮͣ͘̕͜͜ā̶̙̺͉͙̤̲͇̒̌͆ͬ̒̅͛̾͑ͪ́͜ľ̸̡͙̪͚̪̙̠̼̲͂͌̓̎̎̓̓̑̒̍͘l̶̫̪̥̩̞ͭ̉̄ͣ̾̓͑͋͌̋̈́ͧ͋͊̅͝ ͤ̓̒̔҉̗͎̩͍̰͖̘̯̰̜̠͓̻̰s̃ͬ̊̆̋͐ͪ͋̔ͮͧ͋̐ͮ̏ͩͨ̚̕͢͏͎̼͇͖̤͖͎̲̝̻̥ͅe̶̵̹̯̱̙̫̖̰̾ͯ̐̽̊̉̄̊̓ͫ͂̂ͫ̔̐̓́͠ͅv̷̧̗͍̬̮̲̼̺͗̎ͣ̾̓ͥ̊͆̽ͨ͒̎ͣ͒ͯ̔͋͢ȩ̛̭̻̣̰̻̘ͭ̿ͤ̈́́͜͞n̥͚̮͍̯̝̣̭̬̫͉̠̗̜̗̣̞͂ͤ̊ͬͫ̂ͯ͂̀̚͡͞ ̷̩̭̭̲̝̤̙̼̬̼͕̮̫͚̞̝̟̯ͬ́̿̅̓̀̽͐ͨ̎ͩͯͩ͜͝l̢̢̺̮̠̪̫̙͌̉ͧͥͪ̆̋̓̍̾̎ͧ͛̚̚͟͠i̛̞̫̩̞̘̠̳͔̝͋ͫ̄̿̍͋͆̓ͮ̌̕v̊ͫͫͮ̈̃ͮ͛ͦ̒̓̐͛̏́͟҉̸̝̭͎͙̩͓͕͉̝̭̦̙̱͡ě̵͉̲̰̩̖͉͉͔͖̠͍̬̻̫̲̂̌ͮ͡ ̪͇͙̬̺͙̬̟̺͈̆̈́͋͐̽ͬ̆ͧ̉ͤͫ́͞ͅa̧̤͙̫̱̫̹̦͇͎̻̘̻͕͚͎͎̞͇ͨ̎͐̀͌̆ͪͫͧ͗̉ͦ͆̀͛͂g͉̯͍̮̪̦̪̙͍͓̬̱̱͐̉̍͊̓̑ͩ͑ͨ͆̽ͨ̚̚͟ă̓̾͂́ͯͫͭͤͥ̉̒͋҉̮̲͎͇̤̩͚͈̙̦̠̹̮͇̫͝͡i̛̤̤̞̻͍͑ͦ͛͋̃̈́́́̍ͪn̶̡͚͕̤̤ͪͧ̓ͧ͛̉͛ͦ̇̈ͪͥ̅ͨͧ͛̉̀ͅͅ,͖̥̞̥̩͓͉̙̣̘̮̜̘͙̺̦͍̱ͭ̋ͥ̾̓̿̊ͦ̆̃̋̐͛ͧ́́͜ ̷̷̯̰̼͎̺͎͇̻̠̱̰͆͋ͪͣ̒͗̃ͮ̓͜͠Sͦ͒ͧ̃͊͐͗̂͜͏̸͕̥̟̜̼̭̳̝̜͈̥͓̣̱̱̪̬̜͜͜a̵̸̪̘͖͚̳̜̱̥̳̬̻̳͔̩̱̱̺̣ͯ̆̋̏͗̃ͨͯ̌͊́̕t̿͋̇̑ͣ̍̓̍̑̊͐͆ͧ̂̓͞͏̫̙͔̣̥̫ȧ̛̰͕͙͚͔̠̙̞̠͚̲͚͈̖̳͕̑ͣ̋̄̎̀́͡͠ͅn̶̴̢̨̪̲͇̫̠̯͖ͫ̓̎͗ͮ̅̿̅̊̓̕ͅ ̸̢̳͎̗̰͎̭̱̤̤̒̓͂̎̃̋̐͂̏͌͛̀́̚͡ṡ̨̡̼͇̭̭̲͍̬̯̖̹̙̑̿̀̓̌h̥̮̗͍̥̫̬̥̞̠̱̤͋̋̏̀ͦ̒ͫͤͩ͂͑̾͋ͤ̋̍̾̽̚͘͟͡a̺͔̝̦̫̘̽͊̈̾͒̊̊̎̇̃̊̓̆ͣ́̚ͅl̵̪͍̲̳̦͇̘̘̅̇ͩͫ̑̍͆ͯ͛̈̐̚͘ͅl̷̨ͫ̊́̽̀̎͌̋̊̍́̊͠҉̲̣̮̼ ̸̧̡̅̍̏̾͐ͨ̃͏͖̤̤͉̥ͅa̴̵̛̼͓̯̟͈͆̆ͤ͆͒̎̋͂͆͂͒͆s̢̟̩̼̥̦̼̊͋ͬ̀̅͊̀ͪ̄ͫ͐ͥ͂͂̑̀̚͞͠ͅͅ ̶̟̙̰̣͍͖̺͉̤̑̊ͧ̂̅ͤ̕ͅw̓̄̏̿̽̿̃̾͋͐̊͐͗ͩͥ̚̚҉̢͍̫̭͓͘͠e̟͖̫̯͖̮̘̻̬͓͖̗̜̠̘̤͌ͭ͛͗͑̑̆ͤ̋͂ͦͬ̃̋̂́̕͜l̸̶̡͇͇̜͓̫̦͕̝͇̙̻̳ͩ̉̂̇ͧ͢ͅl͕̭̞̲̖̜͉͚̳̰̹̠̬͔̾ͮ͛͛̈́̏̿̒͌̉͜͢͞ͅ.̬̤͇̊͑́̀̚͜ Biography: Mary has no history. She has simply existed and there is no evidence of time she did not exist. She has no memories because every time she is killed she gets a clean slate. It is simply accepted that she must be killed, normal humans feel a natural inclination to fear and hate her, in many cases they hurt her out of fear. What is left of their instincts warn them, rightly so. The history she can not remember is covered in blood and death of her own and many others. She is usually exterminated by humanity or other pastas by her 30th kill. She has never made it past 40 but she is pretty hard to kill at that point, at that rate by the time she reaches her cap 100 she would be at least an upper four if not a low or mid five. Personalitly: Things start off pretty normal, basically like any other human. But from the first drop of blood she spills things begin to go down hill. After her first kill she acquires a hunger for more, she can hold it off but normal people began to get worse and worse around her causing her to retaliate at some point. After the tenth she can't stop herself any more but still retains a human conscious and morals, which she usually distresses over as she kills people. Around number 25 is when most humans don't stand a chance to her and she begins to embrace killing. 100 is full demon, there's not much personality, just rage and an insatiable thirst for killing. Theme song: Long Way Down- Robert Delong [Here!](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-ZDBddRXFA) Other: Zalgo, He comes. By all means kill Mary, don't let her reach the cap. Please kill her, I kind of hate her.
I think I'm going to make a male meister whose soul color is bright maroon. (pink but he'll never admit it) It's going to be very fun ^.^
> Dang if only Blake was a miestar we would have had team B L A H ( Blake, Lilac, Azura, and Hae) the dream is dead lol. Some thing tells me that would end horribly, Azura is a perfectionist and doesn't seem to be into the team thing, Lilac only likes people who prove themselves worthy of respect, Blake is basically a bomb waiting to go off, and Hae well I don't know about her. That doesn't seem like a team that would work. I kind of want to make a Meister now...
Oh wow, this rebooted AND worked out that's awesome. I'd ask to bring back Mary but she was a bitch, the way she worked meant that when she killed something she got stronger, that was pretty OP. I think at some point I was going to connect her to Bloody Mary but still, what a complete asshole. Still, I can see my self tweaking her and using her anyway. *sigh* Any way, is the crazy ship full or is there room for one more? (the really awkward part is I'm not sure if you remember me -.-)
Ha! Finally posted despite the multiple losses of what I was working on! Take that computer! Any way, Emilia is in the game with a quadruple homicide. Your move.
Emilia smiled as the smoke trailed up from her gun, four perfect shots. Wait make that three, the third was half a centimeter to the left, she would just have to try harder next time, she was only using one eye. 4 out of 5 people dead, the fifth would spread the word, Spit Fire wasn't someone they could tame or use to their advantage. That wouldn't stop the next gang from trying, or the next. They all thought that if they could use something against her she would cooperate. Yet again and again they failed to find anything that would get her yield. Her phone buzzed, she was just catching wind of an important device headed for earth. Though she wanted nothing more than to take him to the rebel bases and earn support and revere but she was smarter than that. If she could use him as a bargaining chip she could figure out the real reason behind her discharge. Whether L5 lost or won didn't matter to her, she had one purpose and she would do whatever it took to complete it. She had to move fast, the target was literally about to leave. Luckily it only took her two minuets to get to the station, steal an attendant's uniform and approach the target. Kain, the target in question, looked rather harmless but Emilia wasn't letting her guard down. She was all smile and courtesy, just like the attendant she was impersonating. "Excuse me sir, there was a slight identification error. I need you to come with me, it won't take long."
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