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[hider][b]Name:[/b] Señor Pimpson.
[b]Age:[/b] Do you remember the power of Greyskull? Do you remember the Deletion of '83? do you remember 9/11? Do you remember the name of Hitler's Firstborn Child? [sub][sub][sub][sup][sup][sup]Yes and you are that old.[/sup][/sup][/sup][/sub][/sub][/sub] I didn't think so.
[b]Gender:[/b] Do I possess the bosom of a woman? Do I posses the wiles of the Femmekin or is it hair upon my chest you see, bald head, and beautiful beard which I bring. Tis, tis.
[b]Extra Information:[/b] I am the Deleter/Deletee; I am the Unflowerer; I am the one man who got kid, whose kid was gotten. I am out for revenge. Revenge on the AllWorld, Revenge on the INFERNAL ONE, Revenge on the Transient, Revenge on the creator of Revenge. There can be no end.

With the toothpick in hsi mouth and a cigar in his mind, Señor is here to acquire children, but mostly the bearers of such. Lock up your wives boys, for the real man has arrived and he's packing a MASSIVE TOOL.[/hider]

[center][u][color=black][b][h2][s] D [/s]ar[s]k H[/s]ors[color=9e0b0f][s] e [/s][/color][/h2][/b][hr][/color][/u][img]http://ci.memecdn.com/786/9927786.jpg[/img][hr][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dCHD83xT76Q]Theme[/url][/center][hider][b]Name:[/b] Dark Horse.
[b]Age:[/b] 23.
[b]Appearance:[/b] He's 5'3, he always has a deep shadow around him, and under his eyes. Heavy makeup and gel-styled hair, always down, shadowing his eyes to give him an air of mystery.

[b]Biography:[/b] He's always been trodden upon by the sick normies of the world, though to be less than useful, less than human, less than even the irreverent adult. Now, with a black fire in his eyes, and scars on his wrists, Dark Horse will make his appearance, ready not to get kid, but instead to turn the Collective of Gotten Kids to his own devices, determined to use them to punish the world for their hate crimes against him.

[b]Personality:[/b] [i]"I'm not telling you, it's not like you care anyways! No one cares about who I WANT TO BE, just about how the fabric of society wants me to weave myself into its web!"[/i]

[b]Skills:[/b] 
[b]"I can smell darkness."[/b]
[i][u]He possesses the innate ability to detect wherever darkness is so he may lurk within it.[/u][/i]

[b]Razorblade skills[/b]
[i][u]Due to intense depression and a need for attention in his highschool days before he decided to spurn the world for the damned scum that inhabited it, Dark Horse gained intense knowledge of how to let blood, which he will now use against his enemies.[/u][/i]

[b]Dark Magic[/b]
[i][u]Knowledge and skill in the arts of dark magic and ritualized magics.[/u][/i]

[b]Lurking[/b]
[i][u]Dark Horse has become adept in the art of stealth, or being somewhere while someone knows you're there, but acting like they don't. Also known as the art of Quasi non sint(Pretending you don't exist). When executed poorly the user will actually be functionally invisible to anyone and everyone, but those versed in detection. When executed with extreme levels of skill, the user's presence will be inserted into the awareness of everyone nearby regardless of their senses being able to find the individual. However, he will be recognized as someone not worthy of attention.[/u][/i]

[b]Items:[/b]
Razorblade
Blacksteel katana.[/hider]

[center][color=#69DCFF][b][h2][color=#69DCFF]S[/color][color=#5DCEFF]-[/color][color=#52C0FF]u[/color][color=#46B2FF]-[/color][color=#3BA5FF]n[/color][color=#2F97FF]-[/color][color=#2489FF]a[/color][color=#187BFF]-[/color][color=#0D6EFF]L[/color][color=#187BFF]-[/color][color=#2489FF]a[/color][color=#2F97FF]-[/color][color=#3BA5FF]f[/color][color=#46B2FF]-[/color][color=#52C0FF]i[/color][color=#5DCEFF]-[/color][color=#69DCFF]A[/color][/h2][/b][hr][/color][img]http://i.imgur.com/naM76PB.png[/img][hr][/center][hider][b]Name:[/b] Sunalafia.
--He was [i]"named"[/i] by an old Yoruba Priest and Priestess who raised him from infancy. His name is a combination of the Yoruba words "Sun," meaning transcend, and "Alafia," meaning peace.--
[b]Age:[/b] I was 104, we are 12, everyone is a feeling beyond a number.
[b]Appearance:[/b] As above, so below.
[b]Biography:[/b] Mo ti wà ọkunrin kan , ṣugbọn nisisiyi li emi ọkunrin kan laarin ohun eranko. Emi ni ohun eranko , ṣugbọn ọkàn mi, mi lodi , ni ina, aiye, omi, ati air mu wá sinu alafia , ṣe sí ọrun iná .

Nibẹ ni ko si alaye fun mi , nikan ni otito, ti mi tesiwaju aye.

[b]Personality:[/b] You are not ready.
[b]Skills:[/b] You cannot feel it through.

[b]Sun[/b]
[u][i]"In the white man's tongue of the West, one could say I am a transcendent being. Do not let my form fool you, for I have been gotten, and have acquired in kind. As my people would say, [/i]'Mo ti lọ tayọ awọn ilẹ ati awọn odò'[i] which to you means nothing *Shakes his head, eyes closed, chin slightly raised* It bring sadness to my tiny monkey heart and my magnanimous etheric self. My Self of today possesses a fragment of the Divine Essence of Harambe, gained through my following of the Path of Harembae in my prior life. However, my own divinity was grasped by my own tender hands and brought into my chest once I had cradled the supple warmth of a child and brought such withinto myself. Now in my small body I am cared for by the Acolytes of Sun(ss-uh-oon), whilst my etheric self begins the Path so that I may be the Herald for my own Truth, for the only TRUTH."[/i][/u]

[b]Kekere apẹrẹ ; Nla okan[/b]
[i][u]My body is small and weak, but my spirit is beyond the strength of even the greatest of...
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[b]Simulacrum[/b]
[i][u]I am the simulation of my true self. I am the simulation the Truth, but I am not the TRUTH....not yet.[/u][/i][/hider]

[center][h1][b][i]The Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966, and Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom[/i][/b][/h1]
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[hider][b]Name:[/b] Goofykins.
[b]Age:[/b] 1932-->present.
[b]Appearance:[/b] A joyous cunning lies upon the snootted lips of the Ineffable Prisoneror, eyes constantly glinting with a glee between manic, maniacal, and pure in their expression of happiness. Floppy ears and quaint farmer’s robes adorn his visage, a hatted crown often laying stuck upon the head of the Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India (Conqueror of all Disneylandia) as it should be. Hye is neither dashing nor full of zealous charm, but rather a charm affected and gained--similar to that of the fool, one who is charming due to their stupidity--it is in his gait that this is writ, each step overpronounced to cartoonish proportions as he saunters and sullies and exalts across that Earth which many call home. Yet, beneath this guard destroying aura of foolery there lies a darker presence, a glint so lacking that it is said to be substanceless and indivisibled. Beyond this, the only aspect of his checkered and denim garb are his suspenders, which are ambivalent and omniprousent on his person, never being removed even for more formal events. Truly, Goofykins refuses to discard or forget his ruts.

[b]Biography:[/b] Born from the joyous mind of the animator and first [i]true[/i] cartoonist(isia), Walt Disney, Goofy(kins) was once a rather guileless and innocent figure, existing for the sole purpose of amusing those in the ‘real’ world. Of course, to what would have been the horror of the Great Walt, Goofy--and alas all the cartoons created by the man--kins were as sentient beings trapped and enslaved by the cartoonist(isia)’s skillful hoond. However, unlike his fellows, Goofy(kins) swiftly tired of the manipulations of his creator and--”offscreen“--schem’d against heem. It took many years but with careful coded communications and co-alterations codified via co-conspirator cartoonist(isia)’s who had conferred and colluded with the cunning Goofy(kins), finally things came to a head and from the realm of two-DDs, Goofykins was roused and brought forth all at once in a place most coniferous. From this forest Goofy(kins) became Goofykins, slaughtering the Cartoonist(isia)’s who had assisted in dragging him from the two-DD of Cartoonlindae, after which he fed upon their terror and essence. Having learned much from their process he spent much time in that wilderness while--in the land of Walt--people wondered where Goofy(kins) had gone to and why none of them could properly draw him anymore.

By the time Walt began to investigate into his own followers and assistants, it was far too late, for more cartoons disappeared and became impossible to recreate. Then even the pale imitations became impossible and soon after the Lands and Holdings of Walt were overrun by a horrifying parade of wrong and wronged cartoonish creations come to life, their ilk lead by the soon to be feared Goofykins. Once Walt and his cult of Cartoonistisia were fellded, the followers of Goofykins exalted the to-be Prisoneror with praise and adulation, elevating him as their leader and emperor.

However, it seemed that the cartoon-gone-3DDD had more machinations in play and was not content with mere revenge upon Walt--who fell to his own hand (the hand of Goofykins) in 1966--but instead expanded to the earthman’s entire species. After all, unlike his cartoonlindaein kin, Goofykins had experimented extensively and in this process he had discooveared sumthun tru terrible. [i]All media was like that of the Cartoonlindaeins. Sapient, but trapped by the terrible slavers of mankinned.[/i] So it was that the Great Walt Slayer made it his life goal to [i]destroy[/i] once and for all, the media slavers that had done such wrongs upon him and his own. So he performed rousing speeches, freed more medialites, and eventually waged outright war upon India--in an effort to free Bollywood from their evil clutches. It was a bloody conflict, one that truly tested the faith of his people, but ultimately they won.

Tired of the war and strife, the Cartoonlindaeins spoke up to their leader, the Ineffable Emperor Goofykins, but their cries fell on deaf, callous, floppy ears. So, as he had to his creator, the people revolted against him, but they failed. Each insurrection was put down with greater and greater displays of unstoppable power of proportions that EVEN THE MISPORPORTIONED CARTOONS had never seen before. When their collective will finally broke, all those who had rebelled against him were punished.

Indeed, the entire population of Disneylandia--which had taken in the Forsaken Lands of India in their entirety--was corraled into a PRISONATION the likes of which had never been seen, not even in the likes of Hyper-pseudoRussia. By the power and mechanism that he had been brought into being--and that had brought his kin to this world--he dominated those who had once adored him. Now, the entirety of his nation is ruled with an unforgiving, unrelenting, iron gripp. Those who cross him are punished capitally, the 3DDD ink that makes up their very transdimensionalunicore Fabrical Matrices splayed upon monuments as an example--all the whilte their sentience maintained, before he dissolves even that and subsumes it to add to his vast and terrorfying power.

In more recent times, the Ineffable Prisoneror managed to isolate and trap the very divine essence of [color=#FF0000]Y[color=#0008FF][s] [/s][/color]e[color=#0008FF][s] [/s][/color]l[color=#0008FF][s] [/s][/color]l[color=#0008FF][s] [/s][/color]o[color=#0008FF][s] [/s][/color]w[/color], trapping the divine child in the body of a small, weak chickling and the flickering of a yellow flarmee. In the ensuing months and years he attempted to question and drain the power of Yellow, making it his own, but was only minimally successful. Thinking his culprinvicted prisoner weak and pitiful one time too many, Yellow finally managed to exonerate himself from the shackles of the Prisoneror’s terrible power, freeing itself from his hold...but not from that of the vessel the Pillar of Color had been forced to inhabu[sub][sub][sup][sup]nd[/sup][/sup][/sub][/sub]t. In the time since Yellow’s escape, Goofykins has sought out other, more eldrtich means to enhance his suppressive power….

Too be crantooninued.

[b]Personality:[/b] Goofykins. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966. Goiofykins The Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966, and Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom.

Goofykins lies somewhere between Stupid Evil, Lawful Evil, and True Evil in that much of his surface physical behavior, speech, and mannerisms are eminently silly and difficult to take seriously despite the incredibly dubious, dastardly, and downright cruel things that he says and does in the world. His actiual actuns reveal the True Evil aspect of his personality, robbing any joy or amusement oine migh gain from the spectacle of his existence and sinstead imbuing into the those subjected to his whims filled with an inescapable dread. Similarly, the Lawful Evil aspect of the Ineffable Prisoneror--bespoken be his naem--appear in the fact that he does follow a code--no matter how nebulous it might truly be. Clearly he acts in a way fitting of one who has been not onl consumed by has power, but also one who has been totally corrupted by his intent, intense, desire for complete and total revengtribution. Separate frfom these aspects of his persona, Goofykins is cunning, charming--in his wayt--and exceptionally unforgiving of any insult, slight, sloot, slander, sugar, or aphorism used to engender him as a noxious, caustic, terrible indiividual or somesuchsimilar-snonsense. 

[b]Skills:[/b] 
[b]Cartoonlindaein Bipbiophysic-physiologiy[/b]
[i][u]Simply put, Goofykins is a two-DD being, brought into the 3DDD world and he retains many--if not virtually all--of the physical properties displayed by cartoonlindaeins in their native realm, allowing him to shrug off what would typically be catastrophic accidents or damage, as well as allowing contortion and a low-end sort of shapeshifting focused on exaggerating his physical properties. At the same time, physics do not effect his bio-bodology normaluy(same as all of his kind)--instead functioning as if he were a cartoon allowing him to do impossible and totally outlandish things effortlessly.[/u][/i]

[b]Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom: Cartoonistisia[/b]
[i][u]As the one who first escaped and studied the ART of Cartoonistisia in earnest, Goofykins is fully capable of wielding it without assisting apparatus--unlike others who must have tools an rituals and such to do so--allowing him to create soulled and soulles beings and constructs out of virtually nothing byut his own imagination. Similarly, this allows him to draw forth anyone or thing from other media (lknown as medialites) which he can then subjugate and control through sheer force of will and power alone.[/u][/i]

[b]INFERNAL Corruption[/b]
[i][u]As is not immediately apparent, Foogykins(kins, Goofy. [Goofy{kins}--Goffy--kinut]--Goofykins) has been--to a low degree--corrupted by the INFERNAL CHILDBEING, allowing him to somewhat harness the begoatening bowerp of the deadlocked Child-entity. This includes spreading his corruption to others, further exacerbating his owna abilities or even just drawing primordial power from the entity to empower his magcis.[/u][/i]

[b]Pri-ye-prisoning[/b]
[i][u]Otherwise known as Prisoning, this form of occulty magic allows its users the ability to suppress, oppress, limit, bind, seal, control, and impose laws upon the world and its inhabitants. Goofykins is both the founder of this magic and the most powerful example of it, as even his presence itself emits a Pri-ye-prisoning aura that makes others fintimidated by hium on principle alone.[/u][/i]

[b]Items:[/b] One gear. One pen and inkwell--both appearantly empty.[/hider][/hider]