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Varins BioName: Varin
Alliance: Irken hunters
Basic personality: Cruel,cold hearted,arrogant,selfish,loyal to close friends
Likes: Torturing,blood,knives,being evil,freaking people out,to be sarcastic at the worst times.
dislikes: whiners,cheaters,people who hate him,backstabbers,idiots.
other: he is very talkitive when captured by anyone trying to bore them to death.
Eye colour: Green
Skin colour: Light green
Scars: 1 on left eye just a scratch caused by a knife nothing serious
Relationship status: Single
Straight,gay,bi: Bi but he doesn't want to admit it
other stuff/Background: Varin is a irken hunter also he likes to torture people,he has a sick fascination for torture,he loves seeing irkens and other aliens squirm and plea,it's like music to his ears if he had any that is.
Varin wasn't always cold hearted,but that all changed when he witnessed something horrible it scarred his mind,but somehow it also twisted it too,the
The truth and the Pain Chapter 6: Enemy RevealedDisclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM
Chapter 6: Enemy Revealed
=No ones Pov=
The irken with purple eyes slowly stepped into the light to reveal... Tak.
Tak plotted against Zim again after being hurled into space she came back after she had managed to make herself another ship with parts she found.
she had lost an arm during the crash landed having to have to replace it with a robotic arm instead,she didn't really mind though. but she wanted her revenge and to do that she'd have to take down that wreck of an irken once and for all.
I laughed at the display in front of me,watching zim get told his mission was a fake and a Lie made me smile an evil smile to myself the tallest couldn't have put it better to let that pest get it through his thick head.
'I wonder what the pathetic defect is up to anyway' I thought absent mindedly.
I wondered when exactly the power would turn back on of course being an irken I could see in the
(sorry for the not so accurate ref but whatever I don't care it just gives you an idea)
Real name: Cristal (don't know what I'm thinking well I tried)
Age: 44 (436 in human years) (note: she looks to be in her twenties or thirties)
height: 5ft,5 (she's short okay )
Alliance: none really
Eye colour: Gold
Skin colour: Light green
Relationship status: Single used to have an EX boyfriend named Zap but it was kind of a one sided thing never ended well
Straight,gay,bi: Bi but refuses to say it
Likes: Explosives,fire,matches,cans,rubber duckies,confetti,being mischievous,causing trouble,fireworks.
dislikes: the irken empire,assholes,Zink,stuck up jerks,arrogant fools,strike,people who think their better than anyone else.
basic personality and other stuff:
Crystal has a one track mind half the time she doesn't even know what she's thinking she sometimes has a blonde moment which is b
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breath into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
Hold the HeartI.
Your heart is like the old wall,
at the end of the street,
filled with random scribbles,
of names and dates.
Though yours smells of wine and scented candles,
cluttered with faulty promises rather than garbage.
I watched you toss it so many times,
like a useless rag ball, but this time hurt didn't it?
She couldn't bear to see her name,
topping the list of a million others,
nor the lipstick print you forgot to wipe,
mixed with the scent of another's perfume.
She added a new smudge to your wall,
a line of black carefully drawn
across the memories and faces,
and firmly stated:
"No more littering allowed at all".
Then she took a hammer and ripped a hole,
wincing in disgust at the decaying flesh hiding below.
Hold your heart in your hands,
the patches can no longer sustain,
there are too many pieces now,
I think you're even harming it more,
with every sting of the needle,
while you desperately try to sew it whole.
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