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Marshal 'The Talk' of Wayrest

01/14/2023 02:06 PM 

House Volendrung

House Volendrung "Until Death We Fight!" Founded in 1E 800 by Marshal  MARSHAL VOLENDRUNGHOUSE HEAD OF HOUSE VOLENDRUNGDYNASTY HEAD OF THE VOLENDRUNG DYNASTYLEVEL OF SPLENDOR: WELL-KNOWNLIVING MEMBERS: 1HOUSES: 1Legacy: Nobility, Long life Expectancy, Resilience to Disease, Prowess, Beauty.Would you like to join House Volendrung and change the course of history? Leave a comment below.

Marshal 'The Talk' of Wayrest

01/14/2023 01:50 PM 

I am going to be making changes to my characters and stories.

Until further notice everything may change.

Marshal 'The Talk' of Wayrest

01/14/2023 01:48 PM 

Welcome to my Profile.

Yaah; basically what the title says.P.S. The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood.Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.

Rikimaru/Asylum

01/14/2023 12:54 PM 

Asylum

Name - Real name - ClassifiedNicknames - AsylumGender - Male Age - 20sSpecies - Human Occupation - Assassin, bomb maker, gun smith, killerOrientation - Straight; like a job orientation?Relationship Status - Crazy complicatedLover - Of guns and bombs! :DStarted dating - Morton, one and only true loverFamily -[Mother] (Deceased)[Father]   (Deceased)Appearance -Skin Color - Soft pale colorHair Color - BlueHairstyle/length - Usually short or in a mowhawkEye Color - YellowHeight - 6' Weight - I lie on my drivers license Piercings/Tattoos - come play to find out ;]Drink/Smoke/Drugs - On occasion/ No / No Dressing style - Gasmask always! Tank top, combat pants and boots. Changes clothes to fit weather or style.Other - Mostly muscle, strong, well trained. Crazy as f***. Personality -Asylum's personality is questionable at best. *Kind of like this blog* Okay.... well, he saves people when it benefits him. He is nutty and crazy. Loves his firearms and other weaponry and isn't afraid to show it. Usually talks to a voice in his head. Weapons -- Hand to hand combat - learned while at The Facility - Can use most firearms and is self taught on how to maintain them and work some of the bigger crew served weapons.- Bladed weaponry.-Bombs, always throws Happy meals  which are just M67 Fragmentation grenades with a painted smiley face on them.- Has a rough yellow painted tank he dubbed Tiny Tank.Abilities -- Was taught minor magic; shield to with stand most firearms- Healing abilities from being experimented on- Is agile and flexible than most humans- Able to turn off his own signature, to be like a regular human. (In case of danger or secretive) - Morton usually aids in his combat giving him almost a second nature to what is happening around him. Special - - Can speak German and English. -  There's nothing special here, keep scrolling.- No seriously keep scrolling.- Why are you still reading? Got something better to do? No? Well... Here's a joke. Knock knock.- Have I said that I talk to Morton? No, well he's a voice that lives in my head and talks to me. Pretty neat, huh?- There is no rest of the joke, stop looking for it. --EXTRA-- Asylum is an assassin for hire. So please hire me. I need money. Like... real money. I'm broke. I'm joking. No seriously. Money. Please. Bio -- You came all this way might as well read more about me.Asylum was abducted by a secret organization at a young age. He was an orphaned child and the organization kidnapped most of the children from the orphanage to experiment on. Asylum dubbed the place he stayed at The Facility, due to it's mysterious nature and not even having a name.The doctors pumped him with daily doses of LSD and made him watch graphic and random clips all while injecting him with experimental syrum. This caused him to develope healing powers which heal at an insane rate. Do we have to tell this part? His mind at a young age seemed to snap causing him to have a crazy personality and an "imaginary friend" named Morton. That's me, FOOL!The group that survived for almost three years from experimentation decided to rebel and find an escape. Asylum stayed behind. This was the only life he knew and the only way he could gain answers to why they were doing this to people. Also, he enjoyed killing now. He was later sold another corporation and used as an assassin for hire. 

Pearl

01/13/2023 07:47 PM 

Woomy!
Current mood:  cheerful

"Today we announce: Pearlie Blogs!"

Pearl, Splatoon, inkling

Pearl

01/13/2023 07:47 PM 

Woomy!
Current mood:  cheerful

"Today we announce: Pearlie Blogs!"

Pearl, Splatoon, inkling

Pearl

01/13/2023 04:13 PM 

Hello Inkopolis!
Current mood:  accomplished

"Welcome to my sweet little palace of mayhem!"

Pearl, Splatoon, Inkling

━ of old Namek

01/13/2023 09:12 PM 

Part II

II - Echos of a farmer - II* * * * * * *  The attempt to find inner peace through self-reflection, training, and meditation is universal. A myriad of religions, cultures, and species across countless planets perform variants of these same principles to achieve some sort of enlightenment or peace. One particular species has grasped at this particular way of life and never let it go, even in the face of so much death and devastation. The peaceful people of Namek. These green humanoids choose to go about their days farming, meditating, reading, and living peace-filled lives. They focus on self-reflection, meditation, and propagation of their kind after a great calamity befell the world centuries prior. They've suffered immensely, but this didn't stop them from trying to live worthy lives. The seven small Nameks sat in a semi-circle around the much larger Namek adult, the visitor from the night before; Lord Sax, or so the children call him.All the Nameks mimicked the others, sitting with legs crossed sitting on the ground, their backs erect, and hands clasped together in their own unique ways. Some form individual hand-seals or their fingers were interwoven. All eyes closed and all were in silence as they performed their meditations. The big one, however, levitated above the young ones. Below them all the very ground they sat levitated too. The elder Namek was subconsciously lifting tons of stone several feet into the air, just above the crater of the platform's creation. His knuckles connected as his form remained as still as a mountain aside from his chest, as deep breaths filled his lungs, though he was silent to the average listener. He always relived his past during meditations, a past filled with sin, for a rather kind individual.Memories crept from the deep crevices of his mind like an animal clawing its way out of a hole, clambering for the light. Purple liquid splattering and painting the landscapes of azure grasslands, and mounds of carcasses creating a grotesque portrait of what he believed at the time was love. A love that's so twisted for his people that he deluded himself into believing a cleansing of those who were considered 'weak' would offer the Namek a stronger populace. A populace strong enough and prepared for things worse than this, a people though regularly peaceful, at the drop of a stone would have a war readiness that could make any galactic-spanning empire green with envy.Even with Sax's darker aspects severed from him, formed into a completely separate consciousness and sealed away gave him a false belief that this will help make him good - was all a fruitless naive lie. The fusion of the two halves once known as Rimashidae - the mad winnower of old Namek, was a Super Namek born with a darker nature compared to his kind and gentle dragon-caste farmer father who showed him only love, understanding and compassion. Sax met those paternal qualities with a hole placed in his father's head and countless Namekians with low battle powers lost to his zealous desire to better his brethren.His breathing elevated slightly at the end of the memory, reliving his past always made his shoulders and neck, the region where the purple tattoo wrapped, burn and ache. Though, even in such a deep meditation, he could hear the sounds of the rushing clear fresh waters, the soft whistle of the crisp breeze that gave all of the Namekians' clothing a nice bit of motion. The Nameks' eyes opened and drank in the present. The seven small members of his species imitate the best parts of their mentor and progressing well in their foundational instruction. A bit of pride filled him that, an oily black ooze of a voice rippled through his mind, his eyes hallucinating a near mirror image of himself standing just behind the seven younglings. Though the doppelganger appeared spindly, and emaciated, with long claws and antennae.The two halves peered deeply at each other, an endless pool of disdain and shame from the antagonistic mirror. Sax's gaze drank in the visage of his other half, the image of what he looked like in his youth. He felt the sensation to vomit, but it quickly vanished. "This is how you choose to live your days? Training weaklings and children instead of wiping the slate clean and restarting anew? This is our chance to make something out of our species you naive fool." The inky darkness silhouette scoffed and spat vehemently before continuing; "Your insolence is insufferable, Rimashidae." "Your nothing more than a sad aspect of me that I allow to live. To show the old me that I can follow fathers loving teachings." Sax retorted, then spat in response soon after;"Its Sax. Stop calling me that name." The oily mirror scoffed at the correction, a wide grin forming on the visage soon after followed by a low chorttle;"Our goal remains the same, though your methods are... slower." The mirror retorted."My methods propogate life. Yours destroys." He riposte."You must destroy before you can create." The mirror countered. A silence fell over Sax, this wasn't some revealation, it was a commonality of the universe, but he didn't have to force this on this newer generation of Namekians. He desired better than what the old him would have done. A grimace formed on his face, his eyebrows narrowing in agitation. He continued; "It's over. Those sin stain my soul, I strive to be better. You exist because I allow it. Once I learn of a way to severe this life-link... I'll be free of you."

━ of old Namek

01/13/2023 09:10 PM 

Part I Winnower to Gardener

Echos of a farmer* * * * * * *  The quest for a harmonious state has plagued the gentle people of Namek for quite some time. That green planetary body has experienced so much death and destruction on the path of a restful and placid existence. A darkness seems to loom around this particular world, due in large part to the wish-granting orbs known colloquially as Dragon Balls. These seven nearly boulder-sized orange orbs have brought great pain and prosperity to the denizens of both old Namek and new Namek. In Namekian society, they are not just wish-granting spheres of power, but keys that bring them closer to their origins. This is why the Namekians treat them with such monastic fervor, they are the closest things to their original realm than their very bodies.In that same quest for a peace-filled and full existence, the Nameks take to farming. An agrarian society that wants nothing of the physical, of flesh, or taste, but the spiritual enlightenment and progression and propagation of their kind in the most meaningful of ways, This world was teeming with Namekian life long before the arrival of Freiza and his ilk, K.R.O.N.O.S and the eldritch machines it brought, Moro and likely many more to come. The original aggressors were their own, a group of Namekians who lost their way when their mental ascent caused a shift in their personalities. The likes of Slug and others like him ravaged the world they called home. The Super Nameks wanted more than this serene life. They wanted war, death, and destruction. They wanted control. These Super Nameks numbered in the tens, but only a few dozen were required to force Namek to its knees. Among them, one of the vilest; is a large Namek named Hachu'u, dubbed the mad winnower for his whirlwind-like slaughter of his brethren, even his father.This is a history that shouldn’t be forgotten. History needs never be repeated again. ‘Oho, so sure it won’t?’ The tome of ancient knowledge, memories, and experience one as old as he holds for a brain can occasionally be disturbed. Normally from within. A voice clad in oily shadow, yet familiar brought the massive Namek back from momentarily running on automatic. Two sizeable hands lifted to his gaze, emerald-hued four-digit hands caked in the earthy texture of muddy, soil and mulch positioned lazily in view. In the blink of an eye, the soil turned to viscera in his hands. He lowered his hands to see not green skies and lush azure fields of ajisa but mangled and emaciated remnants of what could have been his brethren. Echos of the mad winnower in plan view; “You won’t remain in control much longer. Your options are waning. We will be one again, or I'll destroy you. It matters not to me.” Blink. Namek returned to view. Not the desolate, corpse-covered memory, but the physical, real Namek. The Namek shifted his torso to the left, hands outstretching to cup a sapling to be planted. His massive frame shifted up so as to sit on his feet in his kneeling position. A face staring blankly, these occurrences had been happening much more frequently as of late. This concerned him, the voice was right, and he had minimal options, but he will make the right choice. He knew it. He had to.His hands dug the base of the sapling into the soil, pulling them out and brushing the soil over the base with a few soft cup-filled hands to cover the plant so it may absorb the world's nutrients and grow into ajisa. The Nameks' eyes shifted up once again to see yet another memory, standing over the mountain of corpses was an image. A mirror image. He stared into his own crazed eyes as they stared back. He didn’t falter or shudder at its gaze. He knew what he’d done and repents every moment for it, but doesn't ask for forgiveness, the being once known as Hachu’u - the mad winnower, now known as Lord Sax - the Didact was given another chance by the descendants of the previous grand elder; Guru. To return home and be among his kind, this echo, this soul-linked split part of himself won’t scare him. He knows himself and his limitations, but that is the crux isn’t it? So does the mad winnower, his darker half he split from himself and sealed away centuries ago. Due to a soul link, the two can continue communications privately, and mentally.“You won’t win. We’ll never be the mad winnower again. I am a farmer now. I prep the soil and prepare to propagate and help grow a generation of Nameks who will continue to achieve peace.” Lowering his head back down to continue doing just what he mentally retorted as a metaphor in the more literal now. “Namek has suffered enough of beings like the old me. They deserve better. I. Will. Be. Better.” ‘For so long. Eventually, we will separate the chaff again. Slugs gone. We have an opportunity to rule’ “Not interested. Maybe one day we will be whole again. But it will be through cooperation. Not forced control.” ‘Foolishness’ The oily voice trailed off into the crevasses of his mind. A light sweat broke him as he toiled at the ground. He believed every word, but there was a bit of doubt. To maintain the seal on the asteroid Sax sealed his darker half all those centuries ago requires him to be stronger than the other. As it stands, he is. However, that could change. This change concerns him, but with determination in his very being, he won’t allow that half to gain such control.The sounds of soil being shifted around and plants being placed continued in his solitude. Just an old Namek, planting in among many Namekian children, laughing and planting themselves. He smiled with a content heart, though his eyes said otherwise. A few light taps of the soil around the base of a growing ajisa tree, forcing the soil to form into place caused a gentle sigh to leave his nostrils. “Be better.” A small Namekian child overheard Sax muttering his mantra and broke the line of sight with the other kids to look at their mentor, with concern on his face. Sax noticed and turned to the small child, giving a reassuring smile and nod, all was well. The child returned to his tasks and so did he.

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓡𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓰

01/12/2023 08:42 PM 

Pet Application.

For those interested, outside of the guidelines set in my rules I promised further elaboration and here it is. Currently, I only have four pets and they shall remain unnamed for personal reasons. There is always room for more, I like to think of myself as a good owner, if nothing else very attentive to her pets needs. Could that be you? Copy and paste this form with your answers then, private messages only, let's see which collar would fit, hm.Honest answers only please;Name;Age;Gender;Abilities;Style of role play;Kinks;Red flags;Something unique about you;How about I go first as an example.. Name; MakimaAge; 25 Gender; Female Abilities; An exceptionally well sense of smell.Style of role play; I tend to match others, or whatever feels right.Kinks; Your obedience without question.Red flags; Impatient brats.Something unique about you; I have a high tolerance for most things that would not sit well with others. 

  

01/12/2023 02:12 PM 

dossier.

      ε§«ι‡Ž (himeno, princess)portrayal by rev.headcanons. this representation of himeno is heavily divergent from the original character. in this story, they did not sacrifice themself on a rooftop in an attempt to save aki and denji.current roles, status, and contracts will remain the same if writing within chainsaw verse. however, my focus (as always) will be writing them closer to what you would expect from a crime OC. if you're familiar with me or any of my characters at all, this should be no surprise. no idea who I am? no worries; you've come to the right place if you like yakuza sh*t. i might be a one-trick pony, but i'm damn good at my trick.-rev._Himeno is a vice detective working for the tokyo metropolitan police department  (警視庁, Keishichō), currently assigned to the shinjuku squad within the Public Security Bureau. He has worked cases involving organized crime, prostitution, gambling, firearms, human trafficking, and narcotics.    typical loadout :      new nambu M60 double action      sony M-570v      switchblade      pack of seven stars medium      820MHz UHF wireless bug      smelling salts      handcuffs      rohypnol      disposable plastic gloves      lockpicking kit      wallet (missing)      hair ties      police I.D. (subjective)      fake I.D.s      iphone, yellow        (because vice crimes are typically street-level crimes, their existence and operations are often hard to track down and prosecute. as such, vice investigators must often perform undercover* investigations, some of which may take months or even years to complete).*He goes by the alias Ishida Haru (written: ηŸ³η”°,ζ˜₯ lit. "stone ricefield, spring") when working undercover. He has been known to use several fake names, but Haru is his favorite (and most connected**). **This name was given by a very good friend of his that happens to own a certain onsen called OMO, Shinjuku, Tokyo-Idai-Dori (ζ±δΊ¬εŒ»ε€§ι€šγ‚Š). It's unclear how close he is with the yakuza, but he is close enough to have lieutenants as drinking buddies.Born and raised in downtown Tokyo, he's streetwise through and through. Currently, he is renting a one bedroom on the 4th floor of a building just off of Hanamichi-dori street in Kabukichō.It's not exactly clear how old he is, and he never shares his birthday.Himeno has ties with the Golden Koi, an old chinese restaurant run by a triad family* from hong kong. The rear parlor is used for everything from business discussions to pulling teeth.*Hao Ming is the middle brother of this family, and has been one of Haru's closest contacts for years. Himeno sets time aside every year to go to his little sister's dance recitals.While he enjoys his coffee black, he loves that cheap powdered creamer you find in break rooms.His favorite izakaya is Ikesu MOMON, and he can be found (sometimes doing paperwork if he's behind) at the bar on most weeknights. In fact, he would consider himself somewhat of an "izakaya enthusiast"; self-appointed. After a hard day's work, some good food and cold beer* are the only way to celebrate getting to watch another sunset. To Himeno, this ritual is non-negotiable.*If he had to pick a favorite food, it would probably be Yangnyeom chicken (Korean: μ–‘λ…μΉ˜ν‚¨), and his favorite thing to pair it with is pickled radish and kimchi. As for beer, it's pretty hard to beat Asahi on draft.His knuckles are tattooed, and read CHAR MING.CURRENT CASES"Glass Castle" / MIA OfficerMain Contact - N/AOfficer(s) assigned - Tanaka Chiharu, Hashimoto HiroshiHe is currently looking into the dissapperance of Akio Yuuichi, a former vice detective gone private. Credit card statement shows paper trail leading to Osaka. Currently interviewing possible witnesses.Note: Yuu was working alongside the department, and Tanaka looked up to him as his senpai and co-worker. Possible re-assignment."Ikebana"Main contact - Ishida TakeshiOfficer(s) assigned - Yorinobu KeiichiHis informant at OMO has been reporting disturbances for his guests at night. Further investigation revealed a murder of one Yamashiro Goro, age 47. He was cut in half in front of two witnessess who claim "a spectral katana formed and cursed his name before killing him". There was no weapon on scene. All stories and video evidence support this claim. Currently questioning suspects.At his desk in HQ, there is a paper held to a corkboard with a thumbtack that reads,“There was once a tiger that ran alongside a river trying to catch his reflection.”    ηŸ₯らせNOTICEinformation subject to changethis list will update as stories progressthank you for your cooperation β†Ό PROFILE                                                                              HOME ⇀   @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Baskervville&display=swap'); body { background:fff; background-size:cover; background-attachment: fixed; } h1 { text-align:right; padding:15px; } div,p { font-family:Baskervville; } .basics { width: 400px; text-align:justify; font-weight:bold; font-size:10px; text-transform: none; color:#614d68; letter-spacing:1px; line-height:12px;padding:20px; }::selection { background: #614d68; color:#fff; } ::-moz-selection { background: #614d68; color:#fff;}

γ€Žπ”π³πšπ€π’γ€

01/12/2023 10:28 PM 

γ€ŽAΜ³RΜ³ SΜ³UΜ³MΜ³MΜ³AΜ³RΜ³IΜ³ZΜ³EΜ³D̳』

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓡𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓰

01/12/2023 05:28 PM 

Basic Abilities

<li><b>Immense Strength:</b>  Makima possesses a great deal of physical strength allowing her to fight effectively in hand-to-hand combat without relying on any of her subordinates. Her strength was great enough to shatter chainsaws with her strikes.  <li><b>Enhanced Smell:</b> Makima primarily differentiates others through smell. However, she cannot differentiate between humans through sight, similar to how we cannot differentiate between dogs by their faces.</li>  <li><b>Hand-to-Hand Combat:  </b> Makima is a very proficient combatant, despite not usually being seen fighting. She was capable of defeating even skilled fighters by herself and only using her fighting skills and raw strength.</li>  <li><b>Enhanced Smell:</b> Makima primarily differentiates others through smell. However, she cannot differentiate between humans through sight, similar to how we cannot differentiate between dogs by their faces. </li>   <li><b>High Intelligence: </b>Makima has shown to be a highly intelligent individual. Makima knows what exactly to say, move and how to react in order to make people her pawns. Just like she helps them feel love and happiness, she also attacks and makes her move to destroy their personal relationships in order to make him feel desperate and guilty over the losses they suffer.</li>

Brethil

01/12/2023 04:54 PM 

Brethil's family
Current mood:  awake

Syrena Kuran is Brethil Kuran's mother. Kaname Kuran is Brethil Kuran's father.

πŸ‹ ・⛧ π‚πŽπ”π“π‡ ⛧・

01/11/2023 12:39 PM 

β›§πŸ˜ˆ π‘°π‘΅π‘­π‘¬π‘Ήπ‘΅π‘ΆπŸ˜ˆβ›§

                                      β›§πŸ˜ˆ π‘°π‘΅π‘­π‘¬π‘Ήπ‘΅π‘ΆπŸ˜ˆβ›§   ❝ Hey you! 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’…π’†π’—π’Šπ’ ? ❞ — π—‘π—”π— π—˜: MUST NOT BE UTTEREDγ€€γ€€π—”π—Ÿπ—œπ—”π—¦: KAIγ€€γ€€γ€€π—”π—šπ—˜: OLD AS F***, BUT APPEARS 26γ€€γ€€γ€€γ€€π—›π—˜π—œπ—šπ—›π—§: 5'8-5’10 ( fluctuates )γ€€γ€€γ€€π—ͺπ—˜π—œπ—šπ—›π—§: 165lbs / Athleticγ€€γ€€π—šπ—˜π—‘π——π—˜π—₯: NONBINARYπ—¦π—˜π—«π—¨π—”π—Ÿπ—œπ—§π—¬: THE STREETS☠️ π—’π—–π—–π—¨π—£π—”π—§π—œπ—’π—‘: Dextera Domini (Dei) Familiar | Bounty Hunter/Ghoul Hunter | Otherγ€€πŸ˜ˆ π—£π—˜π—₯π—¦π—’π—‘π—”π—Ÿπ—œπ—§π—¬• Kai is very Chaotic Neutral energy and does what benefits him.• Tends to be very impulsive and hot-headed.• He is usually yelling about something or picking fights in an immature way, even in a formal setting that requires couth.• He simply doesn't understand and doesn't care to understand appropriate social cues (human and paranormal alike).• He is highly protective of those who are beneficial to him (cares about?).• He is extremely out of sync with his own emotions or self awareness (possibly he is actually very misunderstood and sweet on the inside(?). It is something he loathes.)• Big Aries Energy• Big Yandere-Tsundere energy.γ€€ε‡Έ (β‹‹β€Ώβ‹Œ )α•— π—”π—£π—£π—˜π—”π—₯π—”π—‘π—–π—˜ ↝𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 π…πŽπ‘πŒ: (WIP)π‚π‹πŽπ“π‡πˆππ†: High Fashion Fem/Masc/Street Casual/Alt, Business Casual (Rarely), High Fashion Fem/Mascπ‡π€πˆπ‘π’π“π˜π‹π„: Long and Messy, Usually in a ponytail. Sometimes short.π‡π€πˆπ‘ π‚πŽπ‹πŽπ‘: Blackπ„π˜π„π’: Red (Elliptica/Slit Pupils )π’πŠπˆπ: Tone Caramel BrownππŽπƒπ˜: Athletic/Fitπ“π€π“π“πŽπŽ/ππˆπ‘π“π‡πŒπ€π‘πŠ: Summoning Curse Mark(s)π€πƒπƒπˆπ“πˆπŽππ€π‹: Black Hornsπ‰π„π–π„π‹π‘π˜/ππˆπ„π‘π‚πˆππ†π’: 30mm plugs/gauges, 3 bridge piercings, septum, snake bites, and medusaγ€€πŸ’‰ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇Memory β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜†Sight β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†Mental: β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜†Sleep Patterns: β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜†β˜†Health: β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†Energy (on a daily basis?): β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†Senses: β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜…β˜†β˜†β˜†Allergies: Holy WaterAddictions: Adrenalineγ€€πŸ”ͺ🩸 π—žπ—œπ—‘π—žπ—¦: tinyurl.com/kaiskinklistγ€€γ€€β†ͺ⛧ Switch⛧ Multi Para - Novella⛧ Surprise Meγ€€βŒ π—˜π—«π—§π—₯𝗔⛧ Kai is intersex⛧ Kai shapeshifts a lot but He/They/It is his standard pronouns⛧ Demon (hybrid)⛧ Dextera Domini (Dei) Familiar | Bounty Hunter/Ghoul Hunter | Other⛧ Kai is classified with imps, which explains his shortness for a demon⛧ Kai was summoned as a familiar⛧ He loves spending his free time Street Racing⛧ He also spends most of his drinking and eating til his sick to his stomach.⛧ He loves chilling on roofs tops to stare at the sky when the sun goes down over the city.⛧ Gris named him Agnikaius, he hated it so he shortened it to Kai⛧ Kai doesn’t know where he originated from.🩸 𝗣𝗒π—ͺπ—˜π—₯𝗦 ↝UNDER CONSTRUCTION   #k1 { width: 600px; height: auto; padding: 100px; border: 1px solid #191919; background-color: #1a1a1a; } #k2 { width: 500px; height: auto; background: #0d0d0d; } #k3 { width: auto; height: auto; padding: 50px; font-family: Abril Fatface; font-size: 50px; color: #d41b2b; text-align: center; line-height: 35px; } #k4 { width: auto; height: auto; font-family: Tajawal; font-size: 12px; color: #fff; } #k5 { width: auto; height: auto; padding: 30px; } #k6 { width: 400px; height: auto; border: 1px solid #1a1a1a; padding: 10px; } #k7 { width: auto; height: auto; background: #1a1a1a; font-size: 13px; color: #fff; font-family: Arial; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; scroll-behavior: auto; } #k7 i { color: #d41b2b; } #k7 span { color: #90121d; } #k8 { width: 500px; height: 376px; background: url(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/922265137916809256/1062593657674416158/templatee_3.png); background-position: btop=; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: cover; clip-path: polygon(100% 3%, 100% 100%, 0 100%, 0 50%); } a.hoversito { color: #4d4d4d; font-family: Arial; text-decoration: none; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 2px; width: auto; position: relative; overflow: hidden; text-transform: uppercase; transition: color .3s cubic-bezier(0.11, 0.7, 0, 1); } a.hoversito:hover { color: #90121d; transition: 0.2s } .link1:after { position: absolute; display: block; width: 0%; height: 2px; background-color: #df1233; content: ""; }



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