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I have had a hard time with this character but I finally found a good pick! Its kilo, a hardcore somewhat emotionless katana wielding half insane .....I went a bit too far there....
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2 | 0 Comments | by Cylie | Nov 19th 2015 09:38


This next picture is James, a teen who hates to do what must be done....
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0 | 5 Comments | by Cylie | Nov 19th 2015 09:34


After Dorian's return from the mountains, she indeed prepared him a special dinner and made sure the children were super perfect for their father's return, and they indeed were. They all missed Dorian in the days he was away and were worried sick for him, mostly after they also heard of the shocking news about Christoph and the "attack" of his brothers at Khai and Xiu. She sure feared they could come there as well and accuse her to be involved in that or something, so she kept herself pretty "hidden", staying home all the time.
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1 | 70 Comments | by The_Master_ | Nov 18th 2015 15:37

What's the truth of what happened to Christoph.

The official version spread among the filo-North faction of Eastern young fighters and Riddle family, is that Christoph was captured in a night attack from an enemy faction while he was resting in his camp with the soldiers.
What the soldiers found the next morning, was just some drops of blood on the ground, not far from where the medic was resting, and to that, the guys could only see two possibilities: either he was captured to be tortured for information or he was killed and his corpse had vanished already. They credited the first option because of the very small amount of blood. they guessed there would be quite some more if he had been killed there.

What happened that night.

Christoph was indeed resting after a rather hard day. They were attacked in their previous camp some hours before and he got a rather ugly wound caused by a sword cutting him. Nothing serious nor deadly though, his only worry was that it could get infected, given the fact they had barely any medical supply beside what he brought with him, which was enough for barely 1 day in there.
It was just the third day he was there and it was pretty clear to him that he would not be going back home. He was close to be killed that day and the enemy seem to target him for first in their attacks. But he didn't complain nor he spoke with the others.
He wasn't sent to the main "army", just a secondary group and most of the guys there did not even speak common language close to enough to be understood. Which -he didn't know- was at the base of the very fact he was there, bad communication skills.

Anyhow, after tending to his wound as he could, he tried to have some rest that night. No easy task, knowing that probably some attack will occur before dawn.
Just as he was about to fall asleep though, he hears something totally unbelievable considering the place. The crying of a little girl, begging for help. It got him up immediately and started to look around in the camp, noticing that all of the others were in deep sleep, except from the patrol guy who was nowhere to be seen.
Curious and worried, he went out of the camp, towards the place where the voice came from, pretty dumbly indeed. As a matter of fact, as soon as he went close enough from the camp, a man fully clothed in black and with covered face jumped on him, immobilizing him in no time and breaking his arm. He tried to struggle, but everything happened so fast he found himself unable to react effectively.

Before he could even think, the other teleported them to another area, completely different from where they were, more isolated and close to a river. Despite it was late night, the sky so starry and shiny gave pretty much enough light to see. Without a word, the man who kept holding his arms behind his back, started to push him towards the abandoned, half burned house in the place and once inside, he forced him to walk downstairs, to a totally dark room which smelt like no good.

Guessing -wrongly- what his abductor's intentions were, despite the broken arm, as soon as he was pushed away, he rushed at the mysterious figure and aimed to steal his sword, unsuccessfully. He was harmed and definitely no match for someone of the experience of the other. To that, the man hit him hard in the chest and grabbed him by hair and -broken- arm to keep him stiff. «Don't force me to harm you any further. Please?» To that, he slowly let him go and uncovered his face.
Christoph almost froze to hear that voice, recognizing it immediately even before Sao uncovered his face and he literally looked at him with shock, confused beyond measure. He never knew much of him, other that he is the uncle of Xiu and that he lives with them in Edward's mansion, so a thousands thoughts started to run in his mind, thinking he was a traitor and a threat for their family and the entire North. But before Christoph could say anything, Sao approached a desk and turned a few candles on, lighting the place a little. Clearly, a place used for nothing good. Dried blood everywhere, chains, knives, nothing reassuring.

«You are a man of science, someone rational, I know it. But you also were tortured so your fear doesn't make you lucid now.» Sao said calmly to him while sitting on a chair by the desk.

Christoph gasped and recoiled till reaching the wall, where he held his broken arm with his hand. He didn't know what to reply to his words, so he just waited for him to proceed, after all, he doesn't have much choice at the moment. The place is of course protected from magic thus he can't teleport. Sao is not a fool.

«I know this is not the most reassuring place. If you could trust me, you would realize that this is the safest place you could be, though. No one will come here. Nothing should go wrong and with your luck, I really can't risk.» Sao said with a low and slightly thoughtful tone while taking off his gloves and throwing them on the desk. Afterwards, he stood up and started to walk towards him, raising a hand as to reassure him.
«I know that as a man who was tortured, your mind is not letting you be lucid but I will try tp explain the situation. Your freedom to believe or not.
There is a civil war going on here and this is what you know already. A few opposite factions are fighting each other to steal the throne. What we are keeping secret is that one of these faction is being secretly backed from the North, indirectly, because we want this faction to be in charge. We want Choi Li-Huang on the throne, because we know he will make things change and set the bases for a durable peace and cooperation between our Realms.
I am a spy, using my contacts with nobles and generals to provide important information to the North and to make sure our faction will win this war, while thinking I am their enemy. It is deadly essential that my reputation here stays unchanged, and you know what my reputation is, so you can agree with me I can not just let you run back to your camp or home, after I volunteered to come getting you. Not before the right precautions will be taken in the other side.
You weren't meant to be here, no one of the previous medics was, either. We were unaware of it, even, because the people who asked for medical support was meant to ask for medical supplies. Who sent that message wasn't good eough at speaking common language, we can't blame them though, they are ignorant young sons of farmers, fishers.
It would be the dumbest thing to ask for, honestly. No wonder your predecessors were killed so fast. A single northern among eastern, will always be the first target even without knowing it's a medic.
When I heard you were sent here for this, Khai investigated and I came to the man who "hired" me, General Khan, in order to get my hands on you before them. I told him I would take care of the new medic and I came for you. They are by now sure you are dead. And it's what they must keep believing. I'll refer them some fake information I "obtained" from you.
What is really essential is that no one here will hear otherwise. For this, I can't let you back to the North until we shut every possible rumor and press up. You really best never set a foot back here until the war is over, when Choi Li-Huang will be Emperor.
So, for about two days you will have to stay here, your family will have to think you are still captive of who knows who, then Khai will come here, take you back and pretend he rescued you from somewhere. I'd much prefer if you didn't mention the truth to your family either. Edward knows already and that's enough. They can survive two days of worries.» He spoke calmly and clearly. He found it of utter importance that no unnecessary person heard of this, because his role in the East was still of extreme importance and he could not let everything get ruined because of this.
«I am aware you probably don't trust me yet. But I warn you, if you try to run away or make some mess, I will be forced to harm you and chain you. So, be quiet and calm, try to relax and think that in two days you'll be back home. Also, don't ever try to touch the sword of a Master of Shadows again, it could really be the last thing you do in your life.» He approached a chair to him in case he wanted to sit, but Christoph instead, sat on the dirty floor. He was confused and not trusting him much yet. Too many words.
Sao just sat on the chair himself, close to the other. «I wonder...have you ever raped a woman?»

Christoph gave him an almost shocked look at his question. «Of course no!»

«Tortured an innocent? Harmed kids? Offended the Gods?» Sao kept asking, but Christoph's answer was always a rather bothered "no!" as of course he never did anything like that.
«Then it's not the Gods to be causing all this to you. I have to admit that your bad luck have caught my attention, as it has little of natural in it...» He pondered, suspecting always more that he could be under a curse of some sort. Though, he already asked both Lydia and Bart if they cursed him or paid someone to do so, and both honestly said to never have done such thing. He gave Christoph a glance, noticing his black shirt was getting "wet" on a part, on the side of his belly. «Are you wounded?» He asked seriously, while standing up and kneeling beside him. Without waiting for his answer, he tore off his shirt to uncover the part, noticing the nasty cut he had. The wound was clearly infected. Sao swore in his language at the sight of it, as it seemed pretty serious. «You can't help yourself with that...and neither can I.» He stood up again and gave him a last glance. «I am sorry for this, I must call him. I can't let you die.» Referring to Edward. Said that, he left, teleporting away, locking him inside, for his own good, for real. (To be continued).
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1 | 1 Comment | by Sao | Nov 18th 2015 15:34


The day after the concert, few hours after being summoned by Rujha, he rushes to Timm as he must warn hum about this and what is going to happen for the next 3 months.

He is noticeably shaken and dreaded by this, he has a deep feeling he won't be coming back.

Reached Timm's mansion, he knocks on the door, waiting for someone to open.
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1 | 11 Comments | by Sao | Nov 17th 2015 12:36


This next pic is how I imagine soul, a preteen doctor in training to look
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0 | 1 Comment | by Cylie | Nov 17th 2015 12:19

A game

(I'm done with the whole morbid thing,)
I'm going to play a game, I have a forum called survival, I will find picture that I think fit the characters in my forum...the first is my oc, clarissa
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1 | 1 Comment | by Cylie | Nov 17th 2015 09:46


Mordecai James Einheart

Age: 22

Height: 6'

Weight: 151

Orientation: Straight

Personality: Morty can be a little harsh, but is usually kind to people especially if they are girls. He Loves all of Nature. He loves animals and houses all sorts of them inside his house. However, Morty is a great hunter for animals that are in high population and always thanks them for there bounty. He is a skilled shot with a sniper rifle, pistol and bow. He also a firm believer in luck.
His pets
People disrespecting women

Bio: Mordecai is originally from Artemis, and at the age of 17, Mordecai won an interplanetary sharpshooting competition with a revolver. He became a wealthy gun manufacture at the age of 20 and has built up his empire from scratch

Mordecai's fighting style is that of a sharpshooter. He is well suited for ranged combat, being able to have improved accuracy and dealing the most damage with well placed head shots. He has a preference of sniper rifles and pistols. His melee weapon is a sword, which can also be a tool of great harm.
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18 | 0 Comments | by Spawn317 | Nov 16th 2015 23:06

Aron Lewis

Birth name: Aron Lewis
Gender: Male

Ocupation: Mage/ Necromancer
Species: Imortal
D.O.B.: July 17 1850
Age: 21 forever



Personality: Aron is very pissed at the world for reasons unannounced to the world, He is very hard to get along with and is very bitter with anyone. However, once you get passed the hard outer shell inside is someone who loves to serve and be helpful, someone who would give the world to make one person happy. He is a silver-tongued devil and has an incomprehensible way with words. He is also very flirty and loves to be around people even though he isn't quite that friendly.

Bio: Aron Lewis was born 10 years before the Civil war started. In dealing with that part of his life, it began to tear his family apart as his brother was totally opposed to the idea of slavery while his father supported the idea of slavery. 7 years into the war, Aron enlisted to fight for the south and actually became quite the warrior. He however came to the horrible battle of fighting his brother and he was defeated. He wasn't killed by his brother yet when the medics came in they just assumed he was dead and left him behind. He became bitter with the world and swore his revenge one day. He fond himself crawling to an old shaman's house where he learned the art of magic. Sadly though his mind began to warp and twist as he killed his master for the secrets of Necromancy. He helped usher in the war and helpped the north win as he wanted to devastate the south. After the war was over, he needed a new porous in life and a place to refine his powers. He then decided that he would venture to the Bermuda Triangle where he met a wise old Necromancer named Zyboran Cromax. There he was able to gain full head of his powers and was killed by his master and reborn as a lich. Through his years of conquest and destruction, his name eventually faded from the lips of mortals and was all but erased from the world. Aron seeks new purpose in life now looking for something better to do after his regretfull quest for revenge ended in failure.

Personal Details

Favorite Drink: Whiskey all the way
FAvorite Dish: Lobster

Phobia: Death



Climbing Trees

Abilities: Elemental Manipulation. []Necromancy[/url]

Plays well with others
Can fight an army alone
Amazing senses

Can be Unfriendly
Unesicarily kills things
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22 | 3 Comments | by Spawn317 | Nov 16th 2015 23:02

Pheonix Of Auleahah

Name: Pheonix Of Auleahau (Ah-leh-ha)
Nickname: Pheo
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Character Traits: Compassionate, Loving, Hardworking, Brave
Birthplace: Rome, Itally
Bio: Pheo was one of the greatest warriors of his family and ended up being drafted as one of the high elites in the Roman Legion. With this he was honoured the gift of being able to marry his commanding officer's daughter. However, something happened that sent him forward in time and now he is just getting used to the modern day culture. He is still appropriating and has a heart of a warrior but deep down, he is lonely and looking for someone to fill the void in his life.
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15 | 0 Comments | by Spawn317 | Nov 16th 2015 22:57

Free drama. xD

What Sao showed Benjamin in that evening at the club? The whole scene in Edward's mansion, from when they arrived to when they left.

Christoph ran all the way there, following his son and brother, in panic.
As soon as they arrived, Edward led Bart to the basement where he chained him. Christoph followed down and kept begging Edward to not do it, without purpose. So, Christoph asked to have a few words in private first and that was granted to him.
He tried one more time to beg Edward to spare his son from it, that he would make his son understand and regret his mistakes, but to that, the brother simply turned around to head back down. He stopped only at Christoph's next words, begging him to take him instead of Bart, saying he claimed his punishment on himself.
At first, it was clear that Edward was not pleased. He shut his eyes for a couple of seconds and tried to discourage the younger brother from doing it. But it was pointless, it was clear that Christoph could not bear the idea of his son being tortured. It would hurt and affect him more to know his son being tortured than to be tortured himself, which is the main reason why Edward was forced to accept. It was Bart the one meant to suffer not Christoph.
Edward finally slightly nodded and walked downstairs again, followed by Christoph. There, he went to prepare his tools while the father stood in front of his chained son, starting to undress himself (just top of course). To that, Bart started to guess something and to panic for real. He had accepted his punishment, he knew he deserved it and it would be a sort of relief to him. But this was not what he wanted.
Bart started to shout to Edward to let his father go,  that this was unacceptable, he started to struggle to try to free himself but everything was vane. The magic chains nullified his powers and drained his strength, he had no way to free himself. To that, his father even tried to tell Edward to not force Bart to witness, but of course it was ridiculous.
Once finished to undress himself, Christoph spread his arms, thinking Edward would chain him to, but he did not, of course. Christoph was here by his free will, if he wanted it to stop, if he wanted to leave he had the right to.
Before starting, Edward gave some last words to the brother "Beg me once and I will stop, with you." clearly letting guess he'd move to Bart then.
Christoph nodded and shut his eyes for some moments. His fear was clearly evident, he was trembling uncontrollably but was determined to keep his son unharmed.
Edward started with his usual injection, of a specific substance of his creation having the effect to sensitise the body extremely, acting on the nerves so that everything hurts hundreds of times more than normal. With that in circle, even a slight touch is felt as painful. And he injected the black liquid straight through Christoph's heart, which alone was rather grim to feel, even though totally painless. But after that, the hell started.
For a few minutes he tried to restrain himself from screaming and showing any sign of suffering. Then in the following hours he screamed to the point that even that was too painful. When he had no longer the breath to scream, he started to cry. He felt humiliated beyond measure by this. But he never begged to stop.
At some point he was so broken he could no longer stand by himself anymore and started to feel that he would faint. He warned Edward that his pressure was dropping, he even gave him some confused advices on what to do to prevent him from fainting, but Edward did nothing. When Christoph felt and did not manage to stand up, he simply helped him and supported him, while continuing to torture him. Meanwhile, Sao forced Bart to watch and told him cruel words on how that was all his fault, he caused his innocent father to suffer so much etc.

After 5 endless hours which felt like a whole eternity, Edward glared at Sao so that he would come to support Christoph and left the brother. It seemed to be over, but there was the final part, the care of the wounds, which with Edward doing, was just another cruel torture.
After thinking it was over, when Edward approached him with a vial containing a very familiar disinfectant, the strongest one, used only on anesthetized patients, as it literally burns like acid on the wounds. At the sight of it, Christoph almost let out a desperate "nooh" but restrained himself, fearing it would lead to Bart living through the same.
He kept crying till the end and only a couple of minutes after everything was over for good, Christoph finally passed out. Which gave Sao some serious and worrying doubts that his terribly bad luck might not be natural. After all, it passed about 1 hour and a half from when Christoph reported the risk to faint soon, before he actually fainted, which did not grant him to be spared from even just the mending of the wounds. And no, Edward was not behind it, Sao did not even need to ask. It was clear he wanted to let him faint, as he did not take any action to prevent it from happening, which increased Sao's suspects even more.
Anyhow, in the end, Bart was freed and told to dress his father up while Sao kept supporting the fainted man. Afterwards, they both were led back to Christoph' s home where Bart took care of his father.

As in Edward style, Christoph's wound were taken care of so that no scar will be left with the exception of one, he leaves on purpose as a true signature. A scar of the shape of two short lines one above the other, like a = a few inches under his chest, on the right side of his body. Which is pretty noticeable (when not wearing top clothes, that is)   
It took Christoph just a day to recover completely, physically. He may never fully recover the trauma, but that will only involve him having some scared reaction to: Edward; syringes; Yiyvt disinfectant. And given the subjects he teaches and his duties of assistance to doctors, they can lead to some slight troubles, but nothing major.
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2 | 1 Comment | by Sao | Nov 16th 2015 12:57


Slit the throat of reason and reality, cut yourself and scream for heir insanity. Wake up to this nightmare that will never end, the main attraction of this twisted master plan, trust nothing but pain to get you through this daze, sleep with one eye open not to be their prey, fist up to your face they bring you to your knees, the pressures crushing down so hard you can't break free. When you can feel your skin crawl when your about to crack the hunger for revenge will give you the strength to stand, you will be their deadman with nothing but this blood on your hands, stuck in their wonderland, we are all stuck in our own wonderland.
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1 | 0 Comments | by Cylie | Nov 16th 2015 11:52

Noah (Fair Tail OC)

Name: Noah (classfied last name)
Guild: Fairy tail
Magic: Celstial keys ((is mysterious for having a secondary power which is revealed later on))
Eye color: Yellow
Height: 6'2
Weight: Classfied
Current keys: Aquarius, Sagittarius,Crux, and Caelum.

I am Noah, my family left me at a young age...i was all on my own with only Caelum... i trained hard and soon found my first gold key, Sagittarius...i soon joined fairy tail and have been growing stronger ever only dream is to become the best wizard i can be to protect the ones i love, along wtih my brother Charles, who uses ring and paint magic, along wtih card magic
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2 | 0 Comments | by alakazamlover4 | Nov 15th 2015 02:49

Who is?: Kesh the Seeker

Name: Kesh Sigmund
Aliases: Kesh The Seeker
Age: 25
Hometown: Unknown
Species: Anthropomorphic Fox
Sex: Male
Sexual Preference: Straight
Fur Color: Pale yellow, white. Brown hair.
Personality: Intelligent, cunning, sadistic, ruthless
Jobs: None
Skills: Inhuman supernatural magic , knows most fighting styles, acrobatic, incredibly fast.

Apparently, wherever Vast the Wanderer came from, Kesh the Seeker followed him. Whatever mindset Kesh had before, the lust for knowledge and power twisted him into what he is today. If ancient knowledge can be found, Kesh can be found there, annihilating anyone in his way. Somehow on his travels, he gained powerful magics to help him on his quest, leveling towns with a snap of his fingers. If you meet as fast as you can...
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0 | 0 Comments | by VastTheWanderer | Nov 13th 2015 04:51

later on

what a cute little girl, so innocent and so young. well she may not be innocent on the next few moments, she will most likely kill and or torture any living being she sees, now picture that adorable little face starring up at you sweetly, only covered in blood and wielding a dagger. her smile full of fangs and her eyes the darkest midnight black, her beautiful hair drenched in blood, her clothes slightly torn and rag like. she leans in close to you even though you are much taller then her, she whispers with an amused smile, "i wont hurt you." such gentle words but then you look around you and see all the mangled bodies of her victims, including yourself...
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1 | 0 Comments | by Cylie | Nov 12th 2015 18:05