//watch the stars falling on a moonlit night--- Corrupted's Characters--

//watch the stars falling on a moonlit night
---character >>thread<<

+the skellie

_i'm calling y-o-u-r n u m b e r--- Your name
_so what's y-o-u-r p r e f e r e n c e--- Your Race
_so what's y-o-u-r d e a l--- A Post/Introduction/Something To Understand The Character

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_so what's y-o-u-r [color=limegreen]p r e f e r e n c e[/color]--- Your Race
_so what's y-o-u-r [color=limegreen]d e a l[/color]--- A Post/Introduction/Something To Understand The Character[/size]

//watch the stars falling on a moonlit night--- Corrupted's Characters-- Untitled

_i'm calling y-o-u-r n u m b e r--- Isaiah
_so what's y-o-u-r p r e f e r e n c e--- Human Air Bender
_so what's y-o-u-r d e a l---

Flash Back~

Fear. It was something all beings felt, whether it was triggered from another creature or from the lack of knowledge; it gripped all, no matter how strong they felt. They had all succumb to the feel of it.

This emotion had at times troubled her, she would be held with a tight restrain over her form that seemed to not fit with her character. No sort of thing plagued those around her, their eyes shining with the strength that she felt she lacked. Dazed she would struggle with the bonds that ensnared her hold on life, feeling any control slip through her hands like grains of sand; she felt this today as well. Normality was something that she clung to. Watching the laid back ways of the people here in the temple, they smiled, laughed and played- no strings attached. They where lucky, she felt- they had their families and the others around them that cared. Indeed she did as well, an elder monk whom came by to visit her everyday. He was a kind sole whom she respected, even with his completely lazy attitude that suggested that he hadn't done a thing in his life, but bend. His cheeks always a nice shade of red as he laughed at her, watching as she tried her best at things that she shouldn't even been emulating. 'That's what little boys did'- he would tell her with a hearty chuckle.

How was he able to be so lighthearted? She wondered, rubbing her hands against her face as she took in the faded scent of her brother. The bandages now laid limp against her neck, a bit like a scarf that she neglected to tie tight. Her fingers weaved into it longingly as she stared out at the sky above. It was still light outside, yet soon it would be dark. Time to sleep then time to rise. It all seemed the same nowadays to her, well it had been until the monk had come around and spoke to her earlier this week.

She could remember stuttering in a rather foolish manner. He smiled at her, his expression showing great pride for being with her for so long. He had been there when her brother had left. "You are to accompany the Avatar and teach him Air Bending, Isaiah..." he told her bring down a hand to her shaky shoulder to steady her. For a moment she had paused, thinking this was some kind of joke, but his face told her everything- he wasn't kidding. Even with the symbol of a master air bender plastered over her body she had never thought in a million years that she would have to teach Air Bending to anyone, let alone the avatar. The two talked it out after, in the end she had agreed, but showed a lack of stability to it- would she run and evade this opportunity? She felt like hiding from it like a child from a monster in her closet. That was her feelings, she didn't easily warm up to such attention grabbing events.

Shaking herself a bit, she gazed up. All she felt like doing was finding her brother. It had been years and their had been no sign from him. She had excepted that he would return the night he left, but he hadn't. Disappearing from her life as if forever, she bit her lip at the thought of never seeing him again- her grip around the bandages tightening. I'll find him! a determined look flashing on her face momentarily as she leaned back, hearing the words of a few elders nearby. They where talking about bending it seemed as they laughed in between. Grinning she slowly stood, making her way around the others in sight until she was behind the group. Quickly she pulled out a few miniature cakes she had been saving for the right time, placing them down-one atop the other. She slowly started to weave the wind around her, energy circling her body as she swung her arms with grace. With a fan securely in her right hand she pushed the cakes off one at a time, watching as the wind flew that straight onto the men, each falling atop there heads. Turning with a roaring laughter, a few waved to her- she was the main prankster here; anything that was committed was likely her doing.

It had been a nicely won title for her- the prankster of the temple. She enjoyed every moment that she used her bending skills to pull pranks on others. Cakes among other assortments of sweets where known to pop up in the most bizarre places; hats, boots, beds, anything that was accessible had been used in cooperation with some sort of treat for a prank. It lightened up most people's moods and indeed helped her cope with her separation from her brother. Those fleeting moments and smiles that where enough to melt her heart away. She giggled childishly before grinning widely triumphant. "Another prank done without flaws~" she mused to herself. Fan slipping back into her back pocket as she made for a bed, laying down on it.

Time passed rather quickly after that, night falling as if it had been ready to leap into the sky at any moment. Waiting to pounce until it had indeed conquered the sky. Pulling the covers over her head she sighed, she would be off on her 'journey' tomorrow to meet up with the Avatar whom would be in Ba Sing Se. She wondered how long the water bender--- as she was told--- would be there. It would make it easier for her to track him down, then going over the world to find one man. Though admittedly, it would be nice to sight-see a bit. She had never left the security of the temple, liking the kind and humorous atmosphere that settled within. At times it comforted her to be in a place where nothing was held too seriously. So the adventure would indeed help her grow and learn.

Shifting a bit she felt darkness take over her as she slowly slipped into a mindless state. Falling asleep with her head nestled in the pillow that it laid upon, she could only hear the sound of the air around her. The still yet melodious silence that rocked her too sleep every night. Her grip failed upon the sheets as she slipped further, slowly becoming still. Would she really go with the Avatar? She was unsure as her dreams took her over, plunging her into an assortment of wild fantasies and one dream that felt so real she couldn't help, but moan at its content.

Within Her Dreams~

The long thin fingers that wrapped her body where too familiar that she couldn't help, but gasp at the feelings that seemed to open from her damed up heart. The ghostly pale wisps of white that fell to her sides along with her own made her eyes swell. Was it him? Slowly she looked up to be greeted by the tight bandages that bond the man's eyes, his face holding a weak smile of sorts that he had given her many times before. She could feel his heart beating against the her back and felt that he too could feel the rapid pulse of her organ. Is it real? His fingers slowly traced a heart over her chest as he breathed against the top of her head softly. Isaac?! she felt like screaming with joy as he drew her closer, his touch warm and strong like he always had been.

Isaiah had opened her mouth to talk when his fingers traced over them slowly. "Hush" his voice was like a soft whisper, just like always. He was so real that she simply wanted to hold him forever, even though he was holding her. "Sister, we will meet again." his words made her heart beat faster, to the point that she felt that it might break her ribcage as it tried to escape to show her strengthened emotions. She was in heaven, she wasn't even sure how she had gotten here as she gazed at his face. Why had he come back now? The thought crossed her mind, but was quickly pushed aside by the joy that she contained. Her lips then snapped open- why not meet now? "Why not now?" she asked him as his grip loosened on her form. It devastated her as she felt his form leave her, disappearing slowly into the darkness around her- "Help the Avatar" was all that he said.

Couldn't he have said more for her sake?

Morning~

Feeling the touch of hands on her cheek, her body gave a lurch- moaning slightly as her eyes opened. She saw the face of her elder above her, a look of concern in his eyes. "Are you okay, Isaiah? You where moaning?" he spoke as she registered her surroundings. She nodded, not speaking further about it. He did the same, watching as the female stretched with a large yawn- arms going towards the sky as she rubbed her eyes. It had felt so real to her, why hadn't he simply told her when, why, anything more then that. Recalling the events from her dream, she snapped her attention to the elder monk that was still at her side. She flashed him a wide smile, "I'm off to find the Avatar!" she spoke with a new tone added to her voice. The monk took notice and slapped her on the back playfully, "Good!" he laughed heartily handing her a ticket. She took it a bit confused then realized what it was for, it was for boarding an Air Ship. She hadn't gotten a ride on them before and the thought of not Air Bending the whole way, settled any doubts in her mind. Swiftly she drew her arms around the old monk, making the man chuckle with delight. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou" she babbled- it had been something she wanted to do. Now she could, she then unlatched herself from the other; but not without slipping a piece of cake down the man's back. He squired and writhed for a moment before sticking his hand back there, he took a taste then laughed. Same old prankster, he thought, grinning- watching as the girl before him ran off to get ready.

Present~

The Air Ship had already taken off, the passengers nearby her restless as they looked over others around aside from talking about things they would do when they landed in the Earth Kingdom. They held no side when it came to the fighting, being neutral like the Water Kingdoms had. Yet war had an effect like that, it tended to tear peace apart at the seams until their was nothing left pouring out by the lives of the innocent. The thought of embracing death made a shiver run down her spine, she now sat- observing the outside as they glided past the clouds around. The take off had scared her, she hated fire and seeing the fire benders as they held their flares come before using it to stoke the hot steam frightened her. Anything pertaining to fire freaked her out, to the point that if it got close enough it was possible that she would start screaming her head off. She wasn't proud of it, but it was the truth. It was a good thing she wasn't an Air Bender.

Pressing against the window to look outside, she smiled- the cloud below resembled a few things as they passed. A few trees, among other things that made her mind drift. How long had it been since she had seen her brother? She wasn't even sure at this point, she had been young compared to her age at the present time. Maybe it had been five years or so? She didn't know, shaking in her day dreaming state as she slide her fingers in between her lap. At least she had some sort of lead, even if it was as fleeting as her thoughts. A dream to go on, a dream to fulfill.

Soon they landed, her feet pulling her up as she got up. She had no clue where to find him,only being told that he would appear in Ba Sing Se. She started through the crowd, getting a few looks from the markings of a master over her body, despite how well her large light blue turtleneck sweater hid it. How her long pants covered her legs, showing very little near her ankles. Her feet where fitted into sandals which clicked with each step, being made of what seemed like a soft yet durable material- a bag slung around her shoulder to hold her belongings. Moving through the crowd she overhead several things as she went, the loud bustling sounds making her freeze occasionally from the volume that drummed relentlessly on her eardrums. She had never learned how to block out anything to loud for her, so in turn she would be paralyzed for minutes after when the sound reverberated inside. It pained her to some degree as she tried to steal herself. Overhearing that the avatar had gone to the Northern Air Temple. That meant more travel.

Sighing she pulled out her fan, it was a fairly decent size- a bit bigger then a pocket sized fan- not something that could support weight, but something strong enough to blow out a few harsh gusts of wind. She smirked, moving away from the crowd as she looked up. She'd have to get there somehow, so why now by wind or by sail. Running she ran to different merchants, buying odds ands ends until she started to put them together. Slowly she created a small 'flying device' much like the gliders that they had back home. She tapped it against the ground once to see its stability then smirked, putting her fan away as she ran towards where she had left the Air Ship she had gotten here on.

Dodging a few guards she made it to the top- within seconds she was air borne, several eyes staring in her direction as she rode the air currents. She didn't want to spend money on the ticket, so she'd be riding it out this way. Taking to the wind she grinned, sometimes she felt like she was a bit smarter then she should have been. Then again she had fashioned this out of a few awkward things she had bought from a few merchants cheap. She'd see how long the 'glider' would last her over the water and sands as she was blown North. With no knowledge of where the avatar was exactly, she'd try to brave this 'little' journey herself. Map in her sack and spirits high.

//watch the stars falling on a moonlit night--- Corrupted's Characters-- Untitled-13

_i'm calling y-o-u-r n u m b e r--- Alex Sivi
_so what's y-o-u-r p r e f e r e n c e--- Weak Minded Human
_so what's y-o-u-r d e a l---

One could say that he wasn't even sure why he had come here. Well actually they could. His 'friends' had dared him to find a warehouse on the port's side and go in it; stay there for the night and tell them about it tomorrow. Alex had gone in, that was easily seen as he pressed his small body in between a few crates that laid scattered on the floor. His clothing being caught more than once by the metal that scrapped at his sides forcibly. With a slight 'pop' he was on the other side of the two big containers, looking around at a wide area freed of anything that could smash the thin framed boy if he tried to squeeze in between again. At least that was the first comforting thing about the place as he moved over with swaying hips to the center of the vacant area he had stumbled upon. Stopping straight at the middle, he proceeded to swing his arms out- body twirling in a majestic circle as he went. A thin smile on his lips as his mind seemed to reel exactly like his body until he felt his face hard against the floor.

Blinking slightly, he pushed his right foot against the ground- righting himself so that he was straight straight up at the roof. The place smelled of who the hell knew what, but that didn't seem to bother him; that nor the fact that he had seen a few rats running around in search of food. The first time he had seen them, he screamed- tripping over his two feet as he skidded into the nearest crate. Flipping head over heels, with his chest plastered against the ground and a cut running down his hand like a knife had been dug through it. Now he seemed to be drifting, moving to and fro in his mind as he absentmindedly picked at the blood on his hand. The cut had healed minimally and the bruise along with the need for a bandage would come into plain sight soon enough.

Luckily the sight of blood, didn't bring him mind to think about needles. Something he shivered at the simple mention of like a leaf in the wind. With a kick of his foot, he rolled again, gripping at the damp wood under him. Something about the place was off and eerie. The silence drumming in his ears in an unsettling manner as he piped up finally. "Anyone here?" that was quite a stupid question, but that thought didn't even cross his mind. What would any person in their right mind being doing in an abandon warehouse, but murderers and thieves. Nothing else made sense, yet still he didn't move from within the metal shack; wanting to prove his friends wrong. He wasn't afraid of the place one bit! That wasn't his knees that gave that weak rattling sound like his teeth as they shook in slightly fear of what actually might be inside with him. He had to prove them wrong! Always the guinea-pig when it came to the most gruesome and childish dares. That had been one reason to why he had shaved his head countless times before- well that had been the first time. The other times had been simply for recognition from the others, he had seen their smiling faces as they talked to him. So why not invite that again upon himself?

He rubbed his nose warily, the scent tingling him within that swiftly forced him to let it out. "Ah... ah... ah-chooo~" he staid it loud enough for any to hear as the sound reverberated through the full area around him. His head slamming into the floor harshly from the push. His hands went to the slight bump that swiftly appeared at his side, that had been quite cruel- though there was no one to blame, but himself for being in that position at the time. He mumbled slightly, shifting slowly into a sitting position as he sat Indian style. So he was here for the night. That was great. He muttered more before rocking his body back and forth in place; humming despite the pain. "It'll be morning before I know it..." he assured himself as he stared out the dark warehouse. Light leaked in either from holes in the roof or the small windows that the place had been given when constructed. Either way it casted a dark illusion to the place that kept many out from its closed in areas. Admittedly the place was rather large- Alex sitting in one of the center areas that actually had room at this point. Oh dear- what was he to do until morning? Sleep was an option, but he wouldn't be caught dead asleep with those rats around.

//watch the stars falling on a moonlit night--- Corrupted's Characters-- Kawaii2

_i'm calling y-o-u-r n u m b e r--- Yune
_so what's y-o-u-r p r e f e r e n c e--- Neko
_so what's y-o-u-r d e a l---

I Can Remember Those Days... his own words reverberated in his mind from years ago. He had been much younger, wiry and much more defiant. Yet it had come to an end when that faithful day had happened. "Mother never loved you" they had been the words of his older brother, a male who stood at least a head's height taller than him at the time. His darker features illuminated by the flames in the back that his memory exaggerated by putting in. Making the scene much more graphic and disturbing to his unwinding mind. "Why would she even love you--- you creature" his brother had been harsh to him, degrading him for what he was. A cat- simply put he was a boy with cat ears and a tail; something not too many people would see on the street tipping trash cans for food. His birth had shamed his brother along with his mother, they had high hopes that they would have had a child unlike their father whom housed the genes for what he had become. Had it really been his fault that he had been a neko at birth? No, but they refused to see that. The night had played out much like any other night, his mother throwing a dangerous rage while tossing him flat on his face outside. Though this time- it didn't end quite the same. All the other times when she had tossed him, he had thought she was protecting; on the contrary, she wished he was dead.

With the information tucked into his mind, he swiftly was put at a stand still. Stay here or Go somewhere else, he took the later finding himself several days later at the footsteps of the Oiran, Kozu Benten- whom had taken him in with the acceptance of the head of the place, Anotsu. It was unsure what the two had seen in him when they found the battered child shivering at their doorstep with defiant eyes that shone like the moon on a cold crisp winter night. Eclipsing to a more vibrant light blue, as time went on his personality showed before the two rather heavily. He wasn't easily pushed around, not your typical cat in anyway as he tried to run a few things his own way; simply to be flattened by Anotsu's anger. It was clear that Yune feared the male, never talking back when he was present- though it was seen he didn't particularly like the man, the vampire.

Would it have been different? he mused, eyes staring up at the darkening sky above. Neglecting his duties simply because he saw that even if he did them- they would need to be done again, again and again. So why do it now while the others ran about as chickens- heads chopped off by the maddened farmer. His body grew lay under the large sakura tree that he was seen frequenting, body turned into a pile of flesh that simply melted under the wafting scent of the flower. The tree itself was a rare beauty in his mind, something he would have wished to have if he ever had a home of his own- though that seemed rather far off at this point for him. He was only fifteen years old, so any thought of marriage at this point was out of the question for the male; it was simply something he muled over when time was abundant. Not that it ever was in this place. Things had to be orderly and done at the exact moment they needed to be executed, the head of the place was a stickler for that. Everyone under him knew it well.

Shifting slightly, his eyes gazed up at the tree above him. The branches hovering over his form as if trying to shelter him from some unknown fiend- wanting to protect the one whom frequently visited it for company. His ears twitched as his tail's tip slowly went over the bark of the tree, mind simply wandering as he lost track of time. Yune wasn't much for time, let alone sleeping- a boy seen frequently in the main courtyard where the sakura tree blossomed. Something that should have been reserved to the others of higher status. Yet he refused to stop coming, enjoying the tranquil atmosphere around him.

Nothing more skimmed the bulk of the neko's mind as he was fixated on the tree, unaware of the preparations and developments within. He seemed to have fallen into his own world, a place where nothing harmed him, where he was safe from all of creation. That was until someone would shake him to his core- breaking every thread that kept him tethered there to be plummeted back into reality. The cruel reality that was his life.

//watch the stars falling on a moonlit night--- Corrupted's Characters-- Angel_XV_by_bionic7

_i'm calling y-o-u-r n u m b e r--- James Krys 'King' Croft
_so what's y-o-u-r p r e f e r e n c e--- Sadistic Addicted Human
_so what's y-o-u-r d e a l---

Mother Don't Cry. I'll Be A Good Boy. Remember. I'm Always There For You.

He could remember the day he told her that, it had been so many years ago. His small promise to his mother to stay untainted by the darkness around him that pulled at his strings relentlessly. It was over only a few months after that solemn promise that he had been introduced on his own accord to the most destructive things he had. His mind, body and desires. They seized him like a fish out of water gasping for air, pulling him along in a twisted way to give him his fix without taking him back to where he came from. Admittedly, it was wonderful. Not being the 'perfect' boy that his mother had wanted all these years- and she still believed that he was a good boy too. Even after the tattoo that brought her into tears for months on end. Now she seemed fine with it, hugging him longingly before letting him slip off into the chaos that was his life.

He could remember every instant where he had made his mother cry. Even the day he had betrayed her fully, right before her and yet she still loved him. That was how a mother was- he supposed, loving her for not stopping himg and hating her for her tears. With that he would visit his sister, talking over most of his own pain to hear her side of it. She was wise beyond her years, even with the destroyed marriage that they had been born from, she was able to understand him. Even with the separation, she retained her opinion on him- looking out for him at a lower scale then he did her. He wouldn't leave her alone and if she had not been his sister he imagined he would have possibly married her- or at least had his way with her. James had decided long ago that he wouldn't mess with Emilia like he did with every other girl. She was different then the women that came to him in droves hoping to sedate his hunger.

Shifting from his position, his eyes rested on the black painted walls of his room. He hadn't moved much today, preferring to simply take a nap from night to noon. Eyes barely rolling in his head as the sun from his open window baked his room hot and dry. No, it took more to wake him when he didn't want to get up. Hell's fires wouldn't even budge him. He was sure of it, arms nestled under his head, eyes partially open as he surveyed his own room. It was much more dreary then most children his age, a few pictures of bloody crime scenes plaster on the walls, some police tape running around the top as if this place was a crime scene itself. A suitcase could be seen in the corner holding an assortment of ghastly looking items in it, some blood stained, others where completely clean and free of ware. Showing what he liked to use exactly. Some baseball bats- whether broken or not sat around the room as well. This just seemed like the beginning to what he held in his room, fingers pulling the cover straight over his form.

With red and black skull boxers and nothing else on, he had been slumbering the full day away simply waiting for the night time to arrive. One couldn't really blame him, he saw school as a complete waste and that sort of personality drove him into skipping it on days he simply didn't want to move. He continued with this mood before spotting the red neon lights that hung nearby from his clock, seeing them through the thin black sheet that he pulled over his form. It was time. He could feel it. Wrestling the sheets off his form he slipped to the floor, slicking back his hair with his hands before moving to his dresser.

Changing from his simple attire he sported a set of black boots, long gothic like pants, and a long black jacket. The one he wore every time with the small nick-nack dangling from his neck. He even slept with the necklace, not letting it leave his sight- digits playfully handling the silver that it grasped. Within seconds he was out the door, ready for another high that only he could experience in his deranged state. It was time for those sugar coated delights that he indulged upon and offered to so many. They loved it, being fed by him in so many ways that would make hair curl and lips twist. He was a master at what he did in Candyland and he wouldn't give it up to any other man. Of course there where others there, but they hadn't taken his interest quite yet, his quirks a bit hard to hit on the mark. Indeed he was a twisted one.

Storming down the stairs he came face to face with his mother. The black haired American smiled weakly up at her taller son before wrapping her arms briefly around him. "I Love You" escaped her lips in a soft whisper, face sinking into his chest for the moment. Then she pulled back, looking up at him. He had pained her so, making her want to weep time and time again- yet she refused, wanting to show some amount of approval and love for her only son. She had tried to give children with her new spouse, but it seemed that they only failed having stillborn after stillborn. It frightened her and made her cling tighter to her son, not wanting to loose him either.

James looked down at her, seeing the sorrow that she tired to hide. Sighing he gave her a kiss to the cheek before removing himself fully from her. "I'll be back later mother" he stayed, never telling her where he was going. It wasn't her business to know, he thought. Besides she could always call him on his cell phone if she wanted; then again he never answered it. Having more then just a few missed calls all the time, he preferred texting and had taken the biggest plan they had. That was how he ticked.

Making his exit, he slipped outside, grabbing the nearest vehicle he could. In this case- his motorcycle, which he had been 'given' from someone in the underground so graciously. Licking his lips furiously- he kicked the engine on and rode off, no helmet. It wasn't like he was so reckless as to get himself killed on this thing. He was just a bit too hot headed to believe he needed one, weaving in and out of the rush hour traffic to make his way to Candyland. What a wondrous place it was. Where he could do as he pleased, especially in the back where he had been given at least a room to lounge in. The Kings and Queens deserved time off when they wanted it, but this area seemed to rarely be used- hence why he was always in it, having his way with someone. Ah how lovely it was! The rush he felt each time he was able to let it flow. Lips locked in a furious pursuit to satisfy his own urges.

Pulling the vehicle forward, he raced further quickly appearing at where he craved to be. Parking the ride in a hidden area, he buckled it down to whatever he could find before pocketing the keys and making for the bomb shelter before him. They knew him here, they knew his appetite and they knew his anger at this point. A few people being tossed out on their rears from his rage. Most horrifying- some people would say, if they saw how the candy and his anger mixed into a monstrous outcome. Moving straight up to the door, the light blared against his eyes. Squinting in a rather irritable way, he heard Butch from the other side of the door ask like he always did. "What's the pass, my lover?" the male purred, having been in bed with the king of Jolly Ranchers more then once. Promoting that he was indeed a rather lucky man to get second tastes of this king. It was any easy thing for James, besides the other begged him periodically when he was bored to tears. How could he refuse a man who seemed as hungry as he at times?

With the words passing through his mind, he grinned- looking up at the small slot of metal that exposed the eyes of the other. "Only few really taste these sweets" he purred right back at the other, swearing that he heard the guard inside almost faint at how James spoke this time. He was generally angry about something and spoke in a sour tone, but this time it was so sweet that he could hear the other's pants get tighter. Figures. He thought watching the door swing open and the other quickly get a hold of him. It was fine, he was used to this as he came in, Butch on his arm like some sort of date.

The door was locked within seconds as the guard, stared straight at James. James gave a dark wink, "Find me a little later if you want some.." he grinned, walking off with the famished guard in his wake. The next person to that door was liable to get eaten for all he knew. He loved torturing the poor guard and anyone else who he could get in his grasp. Slipping towards the assortments of candy he pocketed a large amount of Jolly Ranchers, grinning from ear to ear as he took one and started to delight in it. Tongue wrapping around the morsel before he moved into a nearby plush chair.

He wasn't going to start out this night with a dance, just a few candies and see where it went from there. Butch eyed Claudia the Queen of M & M's from afar, it had been a while since she had appeared in the joint. Grinning he swayed his way to James, draping a hand over the other's shoulder as he leaned in. "You see her? he said, speaking in his ear with soft tones as if he was trying to seduce the King of Jolly Ranchers. "The Queen on the dance floor with the royal barrings..." he spoke with a slight mock- as much as he liked her, he didn't. But it was his job to be bouncer not throw his opinions around. James quirked any eyebrow, getting the other's hint as he slowly rose. A dark growl erupted from his throat, he was hungry as per usual. Butch grinned watching as the King of Jolly Ranchers went into revolving hips on the dance floor. Body quickly being attacked by possibly hunger ridden women and men, who took their pelvis to his in a provoking way. Making him return the favor tenfold.

Just letting it revolve- body and all.

//watch the stars falling on a moonlit night--- Corrupted's Characters-- Shalo

_i'm calling y-o-u-r n u m b e r--- Kin & Kai
_so what's y-o-u-r p r e f e r e n c e--- Demon [Possessed Human] & Blessed Child
_so what's y-o-u-r d e a l---

It wasn't like he didn't hear about the news. It was everywhere. No matter where you where, it leaked through heavily from how the King sent for it. He was one of those who came- probably driven by the thought of fame or by the paranoia of being set aflame by the destruction that was ensuing. Nothing was really sure about the male, his body dragging slightly from the young boy that clung for dear life to his leg. The small boy wouldn't let go of the man, eyes clamped tightly as if in fear. They looked like a rather unluckily couple to be seen, even together. The tall limber man and the small fragile boy.

Pressing on, the man slowly pulled the boy delicately from his leg, cradling him in his arms; much like a mother would to an infant. The child slowly opened his eyes, staring up at the man- cold ghostly gray eyes peered at the world, shaking every so often from the harsh light that entered them. The being itself shook, clinging to the man's chest just like his leg, his shortly cut black wisps of hair dancing loosely in the wind. With skin as pale as an apparition's- he could have been easily mistaken for the dead. That was simply a lie. The child held a heart beat, much like any other. Though unlike the man that held him, he actually had a heart for the living. Caring for others when the time came, unlike the man he could feel. Slowly staring up at the man sheltering him- one could see lifeless yet angry eyes in the man's sockets. Shining a disturbing blood red as if already taken by the blood lust that many feared to contract.

Very similar- yet not the same.

The man had contracted a spirit of sorts. One that harbored large amounts of hatred towards the world for the wrongs it had done to it. At least that was how it saw the case. Now inhabiting the man, he could be seen at times- talking to nothing. Simply having a one side conversation, getting upset ab out it then slowly blowing it off; trying to regain control from the monster that revenged his insides. None quite understood the pain he went through but the boy in his arms. The two having once been step siblings, now the only two left of their lineage. Indeed time had been harsh on the two, the bizzare effects of the enchantments casted on the child kept him youthful, while the beast inside the man made him age. Bringing him to middle age man years before its time.

A long haggard look came to display his appearance which was rather unsettling, long silverly white hair danced down his features delicately. Holding its waves as it went. A slight tint of black to his also snow white skin, elongated nails which stood at the tips of his fingers dangerously. With that he wore a simply set of pants and a shirt. Not really caring how he looked, just as long as no one could see the runes of old scrolled up his back. The markings kept the beast in him, keeping it from afflicting others by body jumping; confined to him- there were only a few perks that the creature gave him. All in battle.

Walking towards his destination, the man could be heard hissing at times. Eyes closing as he spoke in what seemed to be a mimic to that of a serpent's voice. His lips moving with wiry expression as he went, a slightly strained tone within. This voice was something he wasn't quite accustomed to- something he had simply picked up by accident as he went. Having recently transversed an area crawling with the cold blooded animals, they had tried to seize the man and child; swiftly being pushed back by the words of the demon within him. The creature had become maddened at the thought of the reptiles trying to claim the vessel he stalked within. Not wanting anything to mare the character that he controlled.

Approaching the gates to the city, he took a slower pace. Taking his time despite the biting pain in his mind. The demon was rattling off again within, hoping to take control of the creation it had created. The man, in itself was now more of a sick threat to others. The changes he had undergone would seem much like sorcery, but upon closer examination one would realize that it was nothing a mere human could replicate; only something that the demons could inflict upon a man. Coming down with a heavy thud, he sat against the support beam of the gate, back against the strong side that housed the mechanism that assisted with opening and closing the large doors. He sighed, staring down at the boy as he slowly unglued the male's hands from his neck. The boy whimpered, looking up at the angry eyes- shivering. Before receiving a few strokes to the head, the man's fingers running through the choppy bangs of the boy; the two where indeed a pair.

The boy stared up at the man, still ever shivering before opening this mouth slowly "Kin... why are we here again?" he asked in a small timid voice. He was no warrior despite what the other thought in his mind. Always bringing the child wherever he walked, keeping a close eye on the boy whom was the only thing he cherished. Kin stared down at the boy, fingers continuing his motion. "We're here to help humanity..." he said simply- that and possibly be saved from the hell that was carved out for him. The darkness he had brought upon the world from merging with the demon inside was unmistakable. Yet here he was, trying to be a good guy. It was like a cold blooded murderer was trying to become a policeman; in hopes of righting himself. Nothing is ever that easy.

"Are you sure?" the boy asked, looking up at the man as he slowly let his hand travel to the small boy's neck. Nails gliding menacingly over the soft skin. "Yes Kai... I am" he stated after a slight pause. The others that where called would be here soon, seeing this man here with a mere child. What would they think when a murderer joined the group?

//watch the stars falling on a moonlit night--- Corrupted's Characters-- Untitled-32

_i'm calling y-o-u-r n u m b e r--- Dusk
_so what's y-o-u-r p r e f e r e n c e--- Dusknior Hybrid: Pokemon
_so what's y-o-u-r d e a l---

The night was his time, the shadows resting gently upon his form as he moved about. He was like the others, newly freed by their leader- Missingno. Yet he seemed to be a rather troubled individual, not one to sleep when the enemy of their existence lurked so near. Time passed at a steady rate, even though it all felt like eons to his floating form. Rarely was he seen doing more than that, eyes closed so that he simply moved among the trees- at times through them. The cell he had occupied in the past had taken a toll on him, the will to move freely something that seemed to allude the ghost pokemon human hybrid as he drifted on. Hands sinking to his side as they took in the texture of his body. Nothing could really compare to what he felt, so he neither spoke of it or brought it up as a topic- why would he need to? Any friends he had where deftly afraid of him. His eye always searching for what seemed the end of all ends; something he could blame on the antenna on his head. Signals of the sort where sent through it, sending his mind in a rotting position within as he fought to keep his sanity; he felt that all these years he was fighting a loosing battle. Symptoms of horrid mental diseases already about him.

Insomnia rode in his body heavily, making the male unable to sleep even at the times when he felt so weighted down. There was no place he could escape, simply enduring the darkness that had become his form. His head hung as he rode a nearby current of air, short follicles of hair licking at the tip of his forehead gently- sort of a calming effect for the crazed individual; making him produce a long withheld sight. Not too many things even effected him in that manner as he stopped beside a tree, eye scanning the area. His other socket had been stitched up, the lack of the working organ proved to simply be a nuisance for him; his dept perception something that he would need to work on. The lack of this element to his sight bothered him, cropping up thoughts that he tried to swat away- anxious for them to leave him alone. He already had enough on his place.

With a slight swing of his hips, his mouth which was only slightly opened on his stomach shut- the yellow lines that captured its lips locking together. The face that was displayed on his form was the first thing anyone would notice about him in the dark, his sown eye, antenna head and billowy form only coming after the initial shock of the glowing radiance that the face gave off. The eyes seemingly staring deep into one's soul as if to test them. This one only one of the more startling things about him and his awkwardly portioned body, his hands being to big for what his frame suggested.

He muttered after a moment to himself, hearing the subtle voices within his mind. Many where simply the drones of death that beckoned him to take others to him; others where the tricks that his mind had played on him. The words that influenced his motions and motives from this 'outside' force that never leaved him. Its words frightened him at times, making his body freeze as he listened to the deep seated hatred that strung forth from within- 'kill' had been one of the more popular words that his mind spoke outright to him. Yet he refused, the will was indeed within this reaper, but he was more geared to taking others to their final resting places. At least that was how he saw it, muttering again a bit louder with closed eye now. "Time draws near.... Leave me alone." he uttered, the closed mouth, cracking open to letting the words slip weakly from within. His voice traveling only from within his gullet, his mouth that hung above now seemed to simply rest as a reminder of what he had once been. A human, well a full human. Now he was this. Something which he would have never wished for.

Shaking his head slightly, his hands went to his skull with his motions; the dialogue inside ate at him. Something that made him twitch at a constant. Inside he yelled, beckoning for silence in a realm of sounds. It drained him to do such a thing every time, trying to quiet the voices that commanded him. Slowly he drew them away from his consciousness, his subconscious fighting with the chaos that was released upon it.

The madness was enough to draw someone from their sanity and plunge them into a world of cracked mirrors that resembled life. Something he remembered being tossed into periodically while locked away in his icy prison cell. Shifting and letting his hands rests at his side again, he glanced upward- watching as a storm cloud gathered low to the ground. He started after it in curiosity to come upon a electric type, the other seemed troubled like him, but in a different manner. His eye took in everything about the other as he slowly walked off, plucking a berry to eat to his hearts content. At that he drew up beside the other, not intensionally wanting scare the electric type, if that may have been the luxray's response to the sudden presence before him. "Hello" he spoke it softly in a whisper of sorts to the other male; watching his every movement in hopes of speaking to someone other then the demons in his head. He needed time away from what plagued him so.

There was no ulterior motive towards the other, they where under the same conditions that had been laid down to those freed. He took the advantage of this new world minimally, still surrounded by the past that pleaded with him. It was something that raked his brain to the point he could have easily broke down, he would have never showed that though. A neutral expression on his face as he eyed the other through his sign beaming eye.

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