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Orphanage for Supernatural

@DriveEMOut Jack glared at the 'commentator' and gave his own comment. Hey, no offense pal but you probably shouldn't use the word "Freak" so loosely around here, even if you are just joking, I'm not mad but some people here have probably been called that more times than you or me can count. He politely warned Scott, some people have driven from their homes by words like that, he didn't want anything bad to happen, he just wanted things to stay calm.

The Demon Lord

A young man walked through the doors, his expression showing nothing. Damon glided his way through the building until he reached the theatre previously mentioned, he kept his bag with him as he'd handle it himself. Damon glanced around the area, the first two he saw were a girl and some other guy, nodding to them he kept going before reaching the nearest seat. Damon dropped his black duffle bag on the ground next to his leg before leaning back with a hood pulled low over his eyes.

Damon gave out a tired sigh, hoping everything would be alright this year. "It's going to be okay." Was what he wanted to think, yet it was the furthest thing from his mind. "You don't know that." Chased away the thought every time. Damon reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone with a black-indigo case with earplugs and kept his position in the seat with a slow, calming song in his ears. We'll see I guess, we'll see... He said quietly to himself before going silent, seeming to be asleep.

The Demon Lord

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Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

I can do some math

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Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

How about everyone else, anyone doing any cool crafting stuffs?

@BrokenPromise

Well I've drawn stuff and re wrote something :T

Nightmare Fuels and Phobias

Name: Damon Wright

Nickname(s): N/A

Gender/Pronoun(s): Male - He/Him

Age: 15

Trait: Arachnephobia : The Fear of Spiders

Appearance: Damon's skin is a commonly pale shade you would see often around his area. Damon's eyes are a dark shade of Blue-green that stand out under his muddy brown hair, which falls just an inch over his ears. Damon stands at five feet and six inches tall, standing just above some people. Underneath Damon's left eye is a faded scar that runs from his eye to the side of his nose, easy to see if you focus.

Bio: Damon's life isn't what you'd call perfect, but certainly not a bad one either. He grew up with an open-minded grandfather who realized and understood that not everyone was the same, this influenced Damon mentally since he was about 5 years old in a morally good way. He and his grandfather, Michael, lived in a quiet town together after his parents were killed in a car accident. Michael was the closest and first person to be found in Damon's family, and he was more than happy to raise his grandson, so the responsibility fell to him. Damon grew up for the next decade with a passion for reading, drawing and the occasional outdoor visit. One day, Michael received a letter addressed to his grandson, stating he was to be sent to an island called "Efiapag", as strange as it seemed, Damon and Michael both managed to make sense of it, soon after the two had headed for the coastline. Michael said goodbye to the grandson he seemed proud of as Damon left for god knows where.

Extra Info: You show him respect and Damon will regard you with just as much respect. He does not judge a person on who they are but rather what they do.

Orphanage for Supernatural

@Oliver Np, if he needs someone to befriend, my character can prolly try

Orphanage for Supernatural

@Oliver I'm reading your cs and noticed "Cryokinesis" and I jus kept reading, this kid has my attention now :3

No Man's Darkness

No Man's Darkness

How do you describe that which doesn't exist? Some might tell you "You don't." or "Just make it up". Or, if they're a sarcastic type they might say "Well a werewolf doesn't exist either but I can describe one perfectly for you.", and the funny thing is that they are wrong, there isn't a completely accurate way to describe nonexistence. How do I know this? It's quite simple honestly: I don't exist. I don't and nor should I, and the fact that you are here means you don't either, this place...this hell...It's a place unlike anything else, this place is a nightmare for people like you and I, the only sounds here are silence, and the only sight is darkness, this darkness is not simply a wasteland for us to wander, it is a prison, this place 'knows' us, it understands who we are, what we've done and why we've done it. Everyone and everything here lives is only here because of some unspeakable act they have committed in their life, worse than the most sinful murder, more ambitious than the grandest of larceny, it doesn't matter, if it is so horrible an act that you wouldn't wish it upon your mortal enemy, if it is so horrifying you wouldn't hear the bravest soldier speak of it without fear, these miserable souls have done it, and they now pay the price. This place may not seem like it but once you get used to the abysmal darkness, or the deathly silence, you'll know that your judgement has called. In a place like this, there is no salvation, no redemption, no hallowed ground, only unending darkness, and only grasping silence, and I can't feel sorry for you. Knowing the purpose of your being here, it's not easy feeling sorry for someone.

That is what they would have me tell you, that is what I'm supposed to say, they...the watchers. They own this place, it's their fault we're here, I have been here for so long that the one who told me the same thing has become but a distant memory, it's now fallen to me to shatter people's dreams, to crush their hope when some of them were simply accused wrongly, almost every soul here has passed me and has been told the very same thing: There is no escape from this dark and silent hell. But the truth is, that is a lie I have grown accustomed to, I know there is an exit, I know the truth and yet I lie, I lie and put these poor people down, but the problem is that I have no choice, you see, I was forced into this position by the watchers because I'm the only one who knew the truth, when I told people they laughed, they laughed in my face like a priest to a heretic, after all, what place do I have to get their hopes up when it was the very same soul who tore that hope into ribbons? But when I told the watchers of this, they grew angry. And I will explain this.

A long time ago, I came to this dark world, there was a soul there who told me I could not leave this nightmare, I refused to believe him, but gradually, my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the white noise grew distant and I believed him. I wandered the darkness for ages, time became irrelevant to me when I came across a ruined city, buildings had crumbled, roads were barricaded, homes were ransacked, it seemed as if a storm rolled through. Although the silence was no different, or the darkness for that matter, I enjoyed the solitude away from everyone else. It was after wandering around for a while when I found a cathedral that was blocked off in a seemingly desperate manner, worse than the roads around me, the usual barricades were up but there were stone walls guarding the entrance, rubble from the surrounding buildings were sitting in front, and ropes and wires were strewn about like a spider's web to keep apparently everything out. Curiosity got the best of me and so I climbed for who knows how long to get over the many shields, I stepped through the doors of the towering building and saw a ruined statue about 30 feet high, at it's base was a platform of bricks it was standing on, one of the bricks seemed to be loose and glowing, when I removed the brick I saw it, a small grey sphere with cracks wrapping all around it in an ethereal white light. It was only until I saw it that I remembered what "Light" was.

The light showed me an image of a world that seemed all but alien to me, my mind had filled with memories so old. I could have reached in and left on my own, the thought seemed to be all that mattered in the world, I wanted to go home, I wanted nothing more, but then the thought expanded, I thought of the watchers who kept me imprisoned, I thought of the people who didn't deserve this imprisonment, I thought about how the watchers had us all on their leashes. Ever since the day I told them about this thing, I was forced to greet the new souls and tear their dreams apart. And it angered me, all these people trapped here, I would not stand for it. I likely have no place doing this but it did not seem right to me to leave all of these people behind, I owe it to them, they have just as much hate for the watchers as I do. I have pulled the wool over their eyes for far to long, I am done being the one to shatter the dreams of thousands, the world we live in will go empty, I swear it, I did not want to be the one to break hearts, the one to shoot down dream, to shatter hope. I did not want to damn hundreds of people, but I did anyway, I owe it to these people whether they accept it or not.

Now I sit here at home, writing all of this down in the most obvious yet overlooked place, no one would expect to find me here, but my time is short, soon they will come. To anyone who finds this, if at all, know that you have my most deepest apologies, it was not in my best interests to shatter your hope, I did not have any choice, I can hear them outside, they are trying to get past the barricades. My time is running out, the way out can be found at a desolate city far from here, you'll know it by the crumbling spires and war torn streets, look for the heavily blocked cathedral, under the ruined statue is a loose stone, remove it and you will find this place's salvation. Whether you save yourself and yourself alone or you get word to everyone else is up to you, they have found their way in, they're coming for me now. To any who find this, my name is '̀͝ ]҉̶̴̧̡ \͘͡͞]-̴̶̕͘͠ '",͘͜҉ , good luck, and goodbye.

Nightmare Fuels and Phobias

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