Deri bioReal name: Derik Derinian.
Name: Deri D.
Birthday: February 20th
Gender: Transgendered (male with female parts,(though still has male parts inside of him somewhere.)
Relationship status: taken by Atto (who belongs to samwolf3974 )
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Weight: Average/scrawny skinny ish
Body type: feminine,with some muscle
likes/interests: flowers of any kind,chocolate,long walks,reading,pasta,cooking,wearing skirts frills and bows,cross dressing. the colours green,red,blue,and purple.
Dislikes/hates:jerks,people who disrespect anyone and everyone in general,loud noises,thunder,bad weather,nightmares,wearing make up.
hobbies: reading,cooking mostly reading.
allergies: potato starch,watermelons,kiwi fruit,pickles,lemons,carrots,broccoli,and some types of cheese.
siblings: Dolli (younger sister whom is currently missing)
Mate/spouse: Atto (Engaged)
Backstory: To be added.
Zevin bioReal full name: Zevinionisinate Ashley Marian Alinstar
Name: Zevin alinstar
Birthday: April 20th
Relationship status: Taken by Tenn (who belongs to samwolf3974)
Sexual orientation: Bisexual.
Weight: skinny,toned but not overly muscled
Likes: Reading,Drawing,Listening to music,Singing,dancing,roses,tulips,orchids.
Dislikes: Bullies/people who make fun of him/others,disrespectful people. (will add more later)
Allergic to: Limes,kiwi,cheese,cherries,coconuts,sun flowers.
Parents: Marian (mother) Avin (father) (current whereabouts unknown)
Siblings: Ashley (sister) Maria (sister) (current whereabouts unknown)
Backstory: TBA XD.
Headcannons I don't share much..Irken antennae scent
basically I think (in my opinion) Irkens find mates by humming there antennae and emitting a unique scent and the mate will do the same emitting a unique scent to compliment the other.
irkens antennae hum/twitch when excited/pleasured in a small way,the scent is kind of like a mating scent and only they're true love/mate can smell the scent,which in turn will activate there own unique scent to complement the others
Cherries and coconuts. weird? yes but somehow they still compliment each other in some way
all scents are different.
as for vortians well I had a little theory while rping it's dumb but meh
Vortain horns vibrate and emit a unique sound or tone or tune. mainly instruments.
I think some vortains can play musical instrument ..like flutes for instance (but that's already a thing so it's not really a head cannon it's just another thing that most people do anyway so it's not like I'm even copying XD IT'S A FLUTE .. a holographic flute :'D not
Maurice Bio Real name: Maurice Alinstar (doesn't remember all of his last name just that it starts with an A )
Adopted Name: Maurice Maraschino-Snow (adopted son of Artie and Hade (who belongs to samwolf3974 )
Birthday: April 26th (subject to change)
Sexual orientation: Bisexual (is neutral about it)
Relationship status: Taken by ember
Love interests: ember
Height: 5ft 8.
Scars: various whip scars and other scars from fights along with a old nickname Demon child which was carved into his back when he was ten don't ask about the scars as he really doesn't like telling anyone he only really tells people who he can feel he can trust.
Tattoos: wheel and a spiral tattoo on left arm along with the midnight moon symbol,Purple butterfly tattoos surrounded by blue moons on lower left side of his chest.
Birthmark: Butterfly birthmark on left side of his chest.
Eye colour: Blueish Purple
Skin colour: a Light green
Small information: He carries a Knife around that was g
Arcane BioReal Name: Arcane Mariana Snow
Nickname: Patchy,Peachy (prefers peachy over patchy)
Birthday: January 4th
Species: Irken/Dead spirit
Relationship status: Kinda Taken by Mozi ( Mozi belongs to samwolf3974 ) still weird to explain how it happened. ;-;
Sexual orientation: Bi but keeps it to himself
Body type: Toned but not overly muscled and bulky,quite lean.
Tattoo's: One of a pair of Cards a Ace of spaces with an Ace of clubs behind it. One on his lower back of a Pair of cherries with 'Love you Mozi,even though you hate me' in small writing.
Scars: one on his shoulder from having a knife thrown into it
Currently: Has various bite and claw marks on different places of his body courtesy of Mozi.
Likes/Interests: Reading,Drawing sometimes,blood/violence,knives/guns,leather,hanging by his oak tree,Pain,being bit/clawed,Drinking.
Dislikes/Hates: being called patchy,t
Sweet lucky cherry"Sweet lucky cherry on the city blocks
has her heart covered in different locks
no keys have been able to fit into her heart
each one of them tore her apart"
"many tried to pick her apart
but none have gotten to her heart
one key one lock that's all that remains"
"do you have the key to her heart
can you break the chains that hold her
do you have the love to set her free
are you the key for sweet lucky cherry"
"sweet lucky cherry running out of luck
can you help her get herself unstuck
do you think you have what it takes
to make her heart want to race"
"sweet lucky cherry let one man in
one that's gone away with sins
now she's all on her own again"
"sweet lucky cherry on her last legs once more
do you want her to walk out the door?
do you want her to leave or stay
just say the words and she'll go away"
"sweet lucky cherry has heard it all before
the stays and the goes the one little words
the laughter and the tears and the joy
but she needs no boy she needs a man
so won't you offer her
A Sky Full of WordsA million different worlds
In black print
For my mind to sprint
A million escape doors
For me to
Perhaps I'll fall down a rabbit hole,
Or glide through Gion;
Smoke some metaphors,
Or wonder where She has gone.
I might ride on a dragon,
Or explore the thoughts of a dying man;
Maybe I'll meet Mr Darcy,
Or fly with Peter Pan.
I could have a chat with Morrie,
Or wander through Mansfield Park;
I could fight vampires,
Or make a revolution spark.
I might rock out with Lestat
Or philosophise with Louis;
Or maybe I'll go green,
Or hang out with Harry.
Sometimes I feel lost,
And that's okay;
Stories of a million lives
Remind me that
I will be just a story
.i trusted you with my porcelain collarbones
and you laid the shards you shattered
across the freezing floor,
in an attempt to put me back together.
but you know, you know,
that masking the once-beautiful parts of me
with rushed and careless taping
won't make me any less broken.
Taste meTaste me
Lick the poison of my skin
Don't try to compensate
I won't let you win
Drown in me
I taste like the ocean
I'll corrupt you with waves
I'll set you into motion
Don't you love me?
Don't you need me?
I know I don't
Don't you want me?
You're stupid if so
Wreckage of my life
Perfect set for yours to start
I taste like wine
Rich and old
and so goddamn fine
I'll penetrate your veins
and shatter your mind
No reason why
I'd give myself to you
But then again, why would I?
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
How To Not Be Hated By Society: A Foolproof Guide1. Don't be anything but white.
When you're black, people will hate you,
because you look ghetto, and uneducated.
But when you're white, people will hate you,
because you look racist, and stuck up, and unapproachable.
And when you're anything in between, people will hate you,
because you're different, but not different enough, and there's no one to stand up for you.
So actually, don't have skin.
2. Let other people decide who you spend the rest of your life with.
When you're gay, people will hate you,
because it's unnatural. You should have control over your mindset, and so should total strangers.
When you're transgender, people will hate you,
because you challenge their religion and deities don't make mistakes, so obviously you did.
Do I even have to explain this? It obviously shouldn't be your own decision who you fall in love with.
Your emotional compatibility and well being doesn't matter at all.
You'd clearly ge
ENGIE: My girl Annie
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
It Was Never You...It really wasn't...
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it all fall to pieces.
So please, you don't have to feel sorry for me,
I am a bastard and I've got a very special place in hell waiting for me...
- Word of Chen, Darkest Hour, 16th February 2015
A Letter To The Girl Who Hates Her BodyA letter to the girl who hates her body.
A letter to that girl
Who scrolls through tumblr.
Admiring all of those models.
With thigh gaps that look cute with skirts.
And a waist that you can barely see.
A letter to the girl
Who looks at models,
For their curves.
The way their hips go outwards
And their size D cup breasts.
Please don't look in the mirror,
And hate the girl you see.
That girl is you
And she should be loved unconditionally.
Because you deserve love.
And how much love is not determined on your waist size,
Whether you're chubby or skinny
You're still so very pretty.
You're so perfect.
So for every time you look in that mirror.
And tell yourself you aren't worth it.
That you're arms are too big,
Your hips aren't big enough.
I am a woman.
I am strong.
I have a body like a castle.
A kingdom made just for me.
And I will not destroy that castle,
By trying to starve myself.
By taking brick by brick and dismantling it
Soldier BoyOne day he came home,
A man given freedom.
He looked in the mirror,
And liked what he saw...
The days wore on,
And he lived his life.
Morning PT was a distant memory,
So too were the shouts of a Sergeant.
Training came thrice at first,
Then twice, then once,
The days wore on...
And life became harder,
Sacrifices were made.
He looked in the mirror one day,
And didn't like what he saw.
Not the pot-bellied man working for a few scraps.
Nor the slovenly fellow who'd forgotten how to clean his kit.
He earned his freedom, but he had lost what he respected...
And the days wore on...
And so he went out running, one fateful day,
His lungs burning with every breath.
Yet despite the pain inside his chest,
He resolved the soldier, would return to his best.
"You've been gone a long time Corporal Chen, what say we go once more around
-Word of Chen, One-shot, 24 February