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Rya Bio Name: Rya
Human Birthday: November 23rd
Eye Colour: Dark Forest Green
Horn Colour: White
Skin Colour: Light Redish Pink
Work outfit: White button up blouse.blue jacket and trousers.
Normal outfit: Black shirt ans white jeans.
Other: she also wears a silver heart necklace given to her by a secret admirer,she thinks she knows who it is.
Love interest: Dar, because of his kind personality and he always makes her smile.
Mothers name: Ria
Human Birthday: December 4th
Eye colour: Dark Blue
Skin Colour: Dark Redish Pink Unlike Rya who's lighter in shade.
Horn Colour: Grey
Date of Death: November 1st
Age of Death: 44 (10 years after rya was born)
Fathers Name: Ryuk
Human Birthday: November 22nd
Eye Colour: Dark Forest Green
Skin Colour: Grey
Horn Colour: White
Date of Death: November 12th
Age of Death: 46
Family: One older Brother w
Dar's Let you go. Rya.. Dar was sitting alone on the roof of an abandoned building thinking back to the vortian how her green eyes stood out against her red soft skin. "rya.." he mumbled to himself before he started singing.
"Day after day
Time passed away
And I just can't get you off my mind
Nobody knows, I hide it inside
I keep on searching but I can't find"
Staring up at the sky he continued on.
"The courage to show to letting you know
I've never felt so much love before"
putting a hand on his chest as he continued
"And once again I'm thinking about
Taking the easy way out"
"But if I let you go I will never know
What my life would be holding you close to me
Will I ever see you smiling back at me? (oh yeah)
How will I know
(if I let you go)
"Night after night I hear myself say
Why can't this feeling just fade away
There's no one like you (no one like you)
You speak to my heart (speak to my heart)
Real name: Yanikia but prefers to be called Yan
Age: 24 (238 in human years)
Human birthday: May 14th
Relationship status: Married to my fc Raz or his full name razikiali
Basic personality: Kind,Stubborn,,mischievous,is loyal to his friends,Serious at times when it really counts, can get distracted sometimes but not all the time.
Likes: Reading,Tinkering with gadgets,the colour Turqiouse,Cherry flavoured irken soda,Irken strawberries and Lolipops,
Dislikes: Strike,People who are full of themselves eg: Jerks,Assholes Ect,Idoits,people who judge others.
fears: a slow painful death,loosing his friends,padded rooms or small spaces,Water and Thunder.
Other Information: He has a thing for Drawing but doesn't want anyone to know XD.
Yan is a fairly kind person though he can be serious at times,the reason he's a defect is because like many defects he does have em
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
specter boys have always looked best sinkinghe says,
i want to count all 206 &
feel the notches of your ribs -
i want you, weary boy, to
phase yourself down while
you are burning inside out.
i will seethe inside your skull
like thoughts, like cigarette filters;
you will thank me as i molder in your marrow.
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
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