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The Demon Lord

Solid burn by Megan.

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Nightmare Fuels and Phobias

Damon stood at the edge of where everyone was to meet, leaning up against a tree with the shade wrapped around him. He had no care for the outside world at the moment as the only thing on his mind was "Why in the world was I sent here?". He assumed more people were to come here so he stayed where he was, waiting for them. It probably meant nothing but he was still perplexed about why he was dragged off and why a potential consequence seemed like the government having permission to kick the door down. I'm not guilty of any crime, that I know of...It's not like I murdered the damn U.S. President or anything. Damon managed to get the thought out of his head and slumped down onto the ground. He pulled a phone out of his pocket as well as a pair of earplugs. Plugging the earplugs into his phone and his ears he played a song in hope to pass the time. Hopefully someone is here that can explain what the hell is what around here. A letter with a threat involving the government? Should anyone give a damn? Apparently so if I'm here. On an island in the middle of the whatever-one-it-is ocean waiting for Mr. or Mrs. Whoever. Oh to hell with it.

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