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the demon nation (nura clan based)

"La da da da da... I'm gonna bury you in the ground... Lada da da da~ I'm gonna bury with my sound."

Erai walked the path, by no means in any sort of hurry. She sang, perhaps not in the most beautiful of voices, but the throat from which it came was indeed pale and elegant. Not much could be said about the strange woman with a kimono looking to fall from her body at any moment. It would be like looking at a specter, some sort of mirage only spurred by the deepest of human men's desires. This assumption would not be far off. With hips that could give birth to many children and breasts large and supple enough to care for them, it wasn't hard to understand the method of the woman's trade. Some might assume her a prostitute. Some have called her as such, abhorred her existence merely for the sake of possessing curves to make an artisans vase jealous. Not that she cared. Besides, she even had to admit that she did act like one; but that was merely to aid her steps in devouring the men whose blood went south upon her arrival.

"I'm gonna... drink the red from your... pretty pink face... I'm gonna...~" This time the voice did not escalate from the maidens throat, but came at a higher pitch, and was displaced beside the cloth she wore. Erai chuckled, enjoying her companions aided voice to her repertoire. It didn't matter neither, or rather, none, of her or her companions of the robe sang well with the exception of the man in her staff, it simply was something fun to pass the time. Now she could see the gates in all their grandeur. She smiled, raising her head up slowly. She had taken her time coming here and despite the mutterings of Aitchi, the old monk in her kimono, she had made it with time to spare.

"Suzaku, let's put our voices to rest for now. It would seem we're here." She said, putting a hand on her hip. In the slight breeze, her long hair drifted behind her and the scent of others spiraled. Tantalizing her nose with the information its brought. "Mmmmmm.... A Kyonshi hm? My...my... I haven't been able to try my hand at that one..." She slowly grinned. She felt her mouth begin to water at the idea of tasting 'aged flesh.'

iMAGiNARiUM: A voice acted adventuristic mystery-horror rp

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Accepted

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No. Clearly you're not going through all the rules. There is a password.

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Staff of Lovecraft Asylum:

Name: Dr. Dimitrius
Age: ??
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 7 ft
Weight: ??
Personality: Eccentric, Honest, Demure
Bio: Not much is known about Dr. Dimitrius, other than he is an expert in the field of Imaginative Disorders and Derivatives.
Voice

Name: "Nurse"
Age: ??
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 6'0
Weight:??
Personality: Silent, Loyal, Ruthless
Bio: Not much is known about Lovecraft Asylums "Nurse," Other than she never speaks and comes to Dr. Dimitrius' every beck and call. It's important to note that she evidently prefers dressing in maid uniforms or nurse ones and carries with her a large chainsaw at all times.

iMAGiNARiUM - A Prison of the Mind

Very nice, but you have not read the rules. Please read them and edit your CS.

the demon nation (nura clan based)

okay, there .3. everything else check out?

the demon nation (nura clan based)

Hi Windel ^.^ good to see ya. fixed my cs

iMAGiNARiUM - A Prison of the Mind

Name: Anita Crimson
PEANUT PEANUT PEANUT
Age: 13

Gender: Female

Appearance:
Truly appears as:


In her Imagination:


Height: 4'7 ft

Weight: 90 lbs

Personality: Bubbly, Bright, Loyal, Protective, Adventuring

Bio: Growing up in the woods far away from the cities with her aunt, Anita has lived a life of seclusion. She knows nothing of her parents, other than the possibility that they live somewhere far away or that they're dead, but her aunt has confirmed neither. She's spent her days in the orchard of their home, picking fruits and selling them, and the baked goods they make with the fresh grind their windmill helps them produce, in the local village. Crimson's Fruits is their shop name. Run, stocked, and owned by Anitas aunt and herself. It's hard work, but she enjoys it. Afterall, it gives Anita plenty of time to run around the forest, exploring, playing. She lived for her Aunts faerietales, the ones of knights in shining armor and ladies of the lagoon.
When she was ten, however, whilst exploring she stumbled upon a wolfs den. The solitary wolf had been collecting bodies of other forest friends... and one human. Upon seeing the corpse's fresh entrails spilling forth from its gut, Anita ran away blindly. She was so scared, that even when she came home and boarded up the cottage door, she could see the wolf. He had chased her, and was ramming itself against the cottage door. She swore up and down, screaming, that it was going to get her...

Until a few hours later, when her Aunt finally dumped water onto her head. Her and the town doctor were there, holding her down. From the looks of things it'd been quite a struggle. The Doctor checked her out, saying that nothing was wrong with her.

She was taken to Lovecraft Asylum, where the doctors there diagnosed her with OID. She doesn't remember much of the visit, nor if her aunt was even there, but she was told to be careful and be on her way.

Now she frequently wanders the woods, blade in hand, ready to find the wolf to confront him herself.

OID: Anita believes she is a warrior, a protector of her village. She goes against the cur that is the Wolf haunting her and her village. She spends her time often training in the yard with her blade (which is actually a pointy stick) and knives, waiting for the day she may see the Wolf once more.

Monster:

The Wolf.
The truth is... it isn't a wolf. It was a man she saw that day, devouring human flesh. Her young mind could not comprehend what she saw though, and to this day sees only a wolf. She fears him, and what he symbolizes. A darker world outside of her village, the side of horror that is her true faerietales.

Key: Killing the wolf... or becoming one herself.

~Preferences~
Loves: Fruit, Swordfighting, faerietales
Likes: Cooking, wandering the woods
Dislikes: The dark, cold
Hates: The Wolf, The truth behind human nature

Voice Audition:
Anita wandered the woods, brandishing her silver blade as her scarlet hood twisted in the ominous wind. As she walked, swaying her blade, she began to sing.

iMAGiNARiUM - A Prison of the Mind

Absolutely love it. Just a note, I notice that you said she actually went to Lovecraft Asylum. I have to say that is absolutely delicious.

Especially considering the Lovecraft Asylum is the one consistent place everyone with OID visits... that doesn't exist.

Accepted. Waaaaaayyyy Accepted.