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[color=turquoise]As cliche as it sounds, one of us has to be smart enough to start writing this fucking shit down. Stuff is about to get crazy around here, some of us have been tasked to take out the Deamis kings. Been having crazy dreams about killing the last Deamis king and the end times rapture the fuck out of the planet. Shit honestly scares the crap out of me, but what am I supposed to do? Like, how can I change a destiny chosen for me by some God who couldn’t even fucking rapture the world properly themselves? Honestly, I am scared out of my mind, but what’s a girl going to do?[/color]

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[color=turquoise]So I guess we’ll start off with the obvious stuff. Who am I? Well I just wrote that down right above this paragraph. I’m twenty-one, and I guess I am a woman. I mean that just about covers it right? Supposed I could mention the sick tats, guess I feel weird about describing myself. Shit hold on.[/color]

[color=lightblue]Nyx: If she didn't have breast, she's pass off a youthful boy. Taller than me too.[/color]
[color=pink]^What the fuck Nyx? My face doesn't look that androgynous does it? Short hair is more practical. I don't look like a adolescent boy, do I?[/color]

[color=DC143C]Agria: I-It's nice to have another female to hang around with. You definitely look pretty and your tattoos are insanely nice to look at. That probably took tons of work to get all those tattoos perfect.[/color]
[color=pink]^At least someone knows how to compliment a girl. Are all the boys around so blue balled they cannot treat their sisters right?[/color]

[color=00aeef]Victoria: She hardly ever puts on clothes. Those tattoos of hers are not enough to keep her modest. Come on, she leaves nothing up to the imagination. How am I supposed to compete with that?[/color]
[color=pink]^Oh come on!? You're supposed to be on my side. You try to summon a demon from your skin with clothes on. I'll tell you it will try to eat your fucking face off if you do.[/color]

[color=53EB1B]Clayton: Well, her girl bits are nice to look at. Pretty sure going around naked for a fight is a dumb idea, though. I mean, I could do it easy, 'cause of my powers, but... oh, the tats are pretty cool, too.[/color]
[color=pink]^Pretty sure getting eaten by a demon twice our fucking size is a dumb idea too. But hey ya know what lemme lock you up in a small room with an 8ft demon face and see how well you do. If you haven't caught the fucking metaphor, room = clothes, demon face = the one on my fucking back. And what's with the men degrading me to ass and tits, just cause I am naked doesn't mean it's fucking for you. Pisshead.[/color]

[color=#F05A2E]Haef: Ino you are much... you are as much of a piece of art as the tattoos across your body, a peerless and dark beauty, though, I wish you would smile a bit more, like Agria.  Your's is a form others appreciate, I would say, I am envious to a point.[/color]
[color=pink]Not sure how I feel being compared to Agria who has fucking purple hair and literally twinkles at the fingertips. Wonder if her piss is fluorescent as well and if too smiles oh so fucking gracefully. But thanks about the compliments about the tats, appreciate it. At least some people know good art.[/color]

[color=orange]Simon: Don't worry 'bout it I find you beautiful in your completely average way. So what if you can't turn into a frozen chick with titsicles? Or naturally have purple hair, stuck with that muddy brown of yours. You are beautiful no matter what the freaks say.[/color]
[color=pink]^-reaches over and starts choking Simon[/color]
[color=orange]*cough*He..he....lp...she's*cough*.....trying to kill meeee....*cough*[/color]
[color=pink]^Fucking deserved it, shit face[/color]

Personality:

[color=pink]Moving on. Don’t listen to those shitcakes. I’ll do this part myself.[/color]

[color=pink]I have a fiery personality.[/color] 

[color=turquoise]Self critical inner voice; you mean to say that you can abrasive to the point that you push others away. Oh come on, even I can’t catch a break from myself. Self critical inner voice; you mean that you’re a perfectionist and all that confidence of yourself is a show because the truth is you’re scared and not sure if you’re doing the right thing.[/color]
[color=pink]Fuck I know me better than I thought.[/color] 

[color=pink]Well, I can’t criticize this, I am creative and artistic. I did my first set of tattoos by myself, and I spit mad rhymes.[/color]
[color=turquoise]Self critical voice; but that makes you look like a loony no one can hear the music in your head so you just dance around naked or half naked.[/color]
[color=pink]Just because I am a liberated woman doesn’t mean you get to sour on the fact I actually enjoy my body.[/color]

[color=turquoise]Self critical inner voice: Truth is you have a tendency towards promiscuous behavior, but since we’re surrounded by family you can’t act upon it so you have dreamt up some fantasy life for yourself, with some cute boyfriend, living on some stage. You don’t even fucking know what a stage looks like beside that creaky, rusty bed you call a stage.[/color]
[color=pink]You know what self critical inner voice you’re being kind of a fucking killjoy right now. I have one thing you can’t criticize. The fact that I overthink everything and am critical of my actions. Ha. Shut you down.[/color]
[color=turquoise]Self critical inner voice: Mood af.[/color]

[color=pink]Since none of the others are reading this, truth is I wish sometimes I had some of their strength. I keep going back to this thought of being this scared little girl, and even though I’m all grown up, or I at least feel taller than when I was a little girl looking at the skies, with these powers the external powers don’t reflect my inner power. I feel brittle made of glass. I feel like I am going to break and I worry about messing up or failing. 

I don’t even know if what we’re doing is the right thing or the wrong thing. I am supposed to serve a fucking God that I don’t even think really cares about me. I don’t think any of the gods care about us, I think they just see us as a means to an end and I don’t want to be a means to an end. Is it wrong I want some kind of meaning in my life? Some meaning behind a weapon with a beating heart. Is it wrong I want to be more than just a killer?

Do you think my parents miss us? Do you think this is ever what they wanted for us? 

Listen to me getting all philosophical and emotional. Just ignore this part, I am just being stupid. Me a Killer? The Deamis brought the end times and we’re supposed to stick something between their eyes, something sharp and pointy. But then there is the horrible dreams of the rapture, the end time, everyone dying and that makes me scared. Am I on a suicide mission? 

Oh come the fuck off it. Our Gods wouldn’t actually let us die, would they?[/color]