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Hello!

((It would be okay because sometimes I do too. They are precious and must be protected. Especially from their owners. xD ))

Ty!!

*has entirely forgotten everything written*


YO THAT'S ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD
Am so proud of myself ùwú

Storm (Lucien v4)
Inspiration: All the Magic [Karliene]

Basically the reason behind his exile. I had a lot of fun writing this one!

(view spoiler)[Lucien ignored the stares as he made his way through the town. He was on a mission, and no one could stop him! Ah, the sweet face of the young lady next door was etched into his mind, and after many months, he needed to make his feelings clear. Her lovely voice echoed in his mind as he spotted the flowers, and was drawn to the roses. The serpentine man almost danced, carefully picking only the very finest. He chose a combination of red, white and pink, and brought them to the florist. "This will be all." He paid more than necessary, but that didn't matter. All that he needed was to see that angelic woman, and hear those three beautiful words...
It wasn't long before he found himself on her doorstep. Taking in a deep breath for courage, he knocked on the door. This is it!
"Yes?"
Ah! And there she was, her beautiful amber eyes sparkling in the sunlight! "My fair lady, I have come today to admit to something," a bright smile displayed itself upon his lips. He lifted the delicate bouquet, but she made no move to take them. "Please, accept my affections, my darling."
Her eyes widened, utterly shocked by her quiet neighbour's boldness. "I..." Her eyes softened as she saw the hope in his gaze. "I... I'm so sorry..."
Lucien's heart stopped. Why was she apologising? "What do you mean?" He felt a pit of dread in his stomach.
"I mean that...I do not return your feelings..." She stared at the ground between them, flinching when the bouquet was dropped.
All the serpent could hear was a distant shatter. It was happening again... His world was crumbling again... He couldn't even hold back the tears this time. The aching in his heart was agonizing... It was a pain he had never felt before. It was unbearable. However, the heartbreak quickly turned into anger as he chuckled to himself. "So this is how you pay me back for everything that I've done for you..." He whispered, not bothering to listen to the woman's request for him to speak up. "You WRETCH!" Dark power quickly built up around his body, "I performed protection spells for you! I've defended you from harm! I stopped my research for you! I put myself out into the open for you! I gave my heart to you! I give you everything without question or cost! This is the thanks I get?" His voice rose with every word until his voice was drowned out by the fearful shrieks from the villagers that were caught in his storm. The clouds darkened, and thunder roared as he chanted spells he had only read in his mother's old tomes. Today he would put everything he knew to the test. He would raise hell upon this wretched village. They would pay for everything. I won't let anyone hurt me ever again. I swear, I will dedicate the rest of my life to my magic and research. He caught someone trying to sneak up on him in an attempt to kill him, but he only laughed. He lifted a hand and seized control of the poor fool's mind, ordering it to destroy everything it could. "I won't stop until everyone is punished." He crouched down and put a palm on the ground. "Rise, my ancestors, it's time to make them pay for our centuries of suffering!" Necromancy. It was taboo, but he didn't care anymore. No forbidden art was off his table now. "There will be people who one day seek me out. Not to kill me, but to request my services. They will pay me with what they hold dear to their heart!"

"Bastard!" One villager cried from the crowd. "Kill him! He's a danger to our society!"
Lucien narrowed his eyes. He had exhausted himself during his rampage. He had certainly destroyed the entire village, and now he was being sentenced for death by hanging. "You brought all of this upon yourselves!" The serpent felt emotion try to take hold of him. No. Not anymore. I won't let them have the chance to hurt me again! He shook his head and released his power yet again. However, he couldn't inflict any more damage. His strength was far past spent. All he could do now was escape. They'll beg me to return when they realize the miracles I can preform. He gritted his teeth as he struggled to remove the rope that bound his hands together. No time! He looked up when the sound of people coming to capture him again. All he could do now was run. I'll go to the old house in the woods. It's far from here, nice and quiet, without any sunlight. It's perfect. It'll be safe there. And so that became his destination. There, he would continue his research and obtain more power. He would open up to customers searching for his sorcery to help solve their problems, just as he had promised yesterday. He would observe the results from afar, and wait for the day the world finally paid for all the pain it put him through. Who knows... Perhaps playing with their weak minds might end up becoming a fun little activity? (hide spoiler)]

I need to unleash my bby lucien at some point
Ive had thoughts of his childhood
Had a great childhood, was taught by mom, mom was also not entirely all that right head (runs in the family?)
Course he gave up all his memories to preserve his sanity
I feel like his next step in his research is to achieve immortality

Ever just go through unfinished characters to find that one template and suddenly you realize the character you found is the real most tormented character you own

(Meet Damon, the very hurt cambion child that went under my radar)
❝Mama, why does the world hate me?❞
❝Mom…am I really a monster?❞
❝I’m so tired…❞
❝Hello? You’re a bounty hunter, it’s your job to kill me. So just do it already, you damn coward.❞
❝Dad, I miss you…❞
❝God… If you really exist… Why was I born?❞
❝Humans don’t want me, demons don’t acknowledge me, angels ignore me… Am I really that worthless?❞
❝Please don’t make me go back!❞
❝You guys might think ill of this place, but to me it’s like heaven. No one here wants to kill me on sight.❞

This boy is only seventeen. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO HIM? I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN TO HIS BACKSTORY YET, THIS IS JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG OF EMOTIONAL SUFFERING HE HAS GONE THROUGH

Y ES
I have so many variations of my favorite characters
Lucien (7, and all of them have their own unique personalities!), Asura, Diego (Maria), Ita, Birdsong (Mitsuki/Ren), Vespasiano... And a ton of ancient Warrior Cats OCs I'm forgetting.

S a m e
I sometimes throw myself down a rabbit hole of scenarios of "what would this mad man do if...?"
It's more fun than it should be

Ye!!

I love this group for helping me spawn my very first legitimate villain character. *pats lucien* I love this sick and twisted snakeman so much. So many things about him are downright awful. Please put this guy in prison. This man has absolutely zero morals. I am 98% sure he is wanted either dead or alive by authorities. But good god, this boy is my son, and I shall love him nonetheless.

((They click so well. Absolutely my best collabs!))

Oh man do I ever resonate with that
Too many good memories throughout these last ten years to give up, tho. I like looking back on my beginnings as a writer...no matter how cringy it was. úwù

• persimmon wrote: "yes! (reply feature doesn’t work on my phone so i hope u see this..)"

Ty! (I have some threads on no notifs, so that's usually why I take so long to respond. I forget what I should be looking at. So many groups, so little memory retention. ;u; )

Damian's eyes widened at the sight before him. "Oh, it's beautiful!" He breathed, carefully taking in his surroundings. He set his sword and other belongings on the ground. Even in an unfamiliar place, I still feel safe... He turned around to face Valerius and smiled. "I love it here!" From a bag he carried, he pulled out his beloved harp and sat down beside his new partner. He paused, thought. Damian felt nervous. Why, though? I've been doing this since I was a little boy. How could I feel nervous now? With a shaky breath, he closed his eyes and gently plucked the strings into a graceful melody. This is nice... Peaceful. Just me and Valerius. No hunter can capture me now, not here.

Could I do fire manipulation for a dragon? (Taylor Reiher is associated with fire, so I went with the first fire-based species I could think of.)

"I don't mind," Damian smiled and tilted his head to one side. "I love the sound of your voice. And I think it's great that your homeland remains a place of safety. It's very difficult to remain on guard for a majority of your life. It's a luxury I hope to understand one day," his voice dropped down to a shy mumble. "After all, I've always felt safe whenever you're around." He drew his eyes to the cobbled ground beneath him, and his sandy brown tail twitched nervously. He admitted it moments prior that intimacy was not his forte. In that light, was this too soon to say? Were there boundaries of displaying true emotions? He had opened up about his truth behind his surname and the problems that came with it, but was that the same as his feelings? He hadn't a clue, so he awaited a response.

Damian’s eyes glittered with excitement. "I would love to!" A happy purr rumbled in his throat. "I must admit, I love the sea. I often camp out for the night near the water. It's so soothing, the sound of the ocean at night. And with the moon and stars as my only audience, it makes practicing with the harp feel like heaven," he closed his eyes and brought the image of the sea back to his mind. "That probably sounds odd, coming from a land-dweller, huh?" He chuckled softly and flattened his ears out of embarrassment.

Birdsong231ԑ̮̑ঙ (pls no more group invs) wrote: "Full Name: Taylor Arend Reiher"

- socially awkward, ofc. Sticks to himself, hardly speaking unless the situation demands him to
- unlike his feminine counterpart, he actually has memory.
- orphan, shut off his feelings for survival, difficult to befriend for how distant he is. A loner.
- s e l e c t i v e h e a r i n g
- his main problem is that he doesn’t want to acknowledge the emptiness is loneliness.
- Taylor has shoved his fears into a box in the back of his mind. Unless it's spiders, fuck that ENTIRELY.
- random useless facts that will serve no purpose whatsoever in his lifetime.
- He only sees the negativity in every situation presented to him
- passive-aggressive around people he doesn't like

Full Name: Taylor Arend Reiher
Name Meanings:
Taylor - English - Tailor
Arend - German - Variant of Arnold
Reiher - German - Heron
Nicknames: N/A

Identification:
Sex - Male
Gender - Male
Pronouns - He/Him/His
Orientations - Abrosexual/Demiromantic
Birth:
Age - 23
Date - June 19
Place - Dragon Kingdom

Romantic Ties: N/A
Familial Ties: Unknown
Platonic Ties: N/A

Personality:
Triggers:
Likes/Strengths/Goals:
[L] Warm temperatures
Dislikes/Weaknesses/Fears:
[F] Spiders
Secrets/Habits:
[H] Fidgets when his anxiety starts increasing
[H] Closes himself off from the world when he's feeling down

Appearance:
Facial Claim: Ayn (For All Time) (view spoiler)[
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Voice: Masculine, dull. Seemingly emotionless.
Misc: Taylor has some dragonoid features that have stuck with him to adulthood, such as black, leathery wings, two horns and a long, scaly tail. (Ref img -> (view spoiler)[Artist unknown.
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Occupation:
Species and Powers: Dragon w/ Fire Manipulation
Talents:
Misc:
Mental Stats - (view spoiler)[
Dependability: /10
Honesty: /10
Intelligence: /10
Memory: 8/10
Power Control: 6/10
Stability: /10 (hide spoiler)]
Physical Stats - (view spoiler)[
Accuracy/Aim: /10
Attack: /10
Defense: /10
Marksmanship: /10
Reflexes: /10
Speed: /10
Stamina: /10
Strength: /10
Swordsmanship: /10 (hide spoiler)]

Health:
Physical - As far as he's concerned, he's fine. He hasn't looked for any medical attention before, though, so he's not entirely sure.
Mental - Outwardly, he appears fine, but it's much different on the inside. He fears exposure if he seeks help for his odd behaviour.
Other -
Languages: English
Backstory:

Credits: Template and character made by Birdsong231. Name logo made with Cooltext. Aesthetic made with Canva and Pinterest.
Misc:
Playlist:
01 I am a Stone [Demon Hunter]
02 Heart of Fire [Black Veil Brides]
03 Ready Aim Fire [Blue Stahli]
04 Black Sky [Arrows to Athens]
05 City of Angels [Arrows to Athens]

Man, public schools are really strict aren't they? I've never had site blocked before. Granted, I only ever used Google and YouTube...and it was an alternative school, but still.