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Chapter 7, Creatures lie here.

When Martin’s eyes slid open, he was greeted with the morning sun. He hissed in annoyance, but started coughing again, a tiny bit of the poison trickling out of him mouth.
“Gross” Martin mumbled, wiping away the black goop with his fore arm. Studying his surroundings, Martin saw he was laying on his side, a puddle of the poison sitting dangerously close to his head. Martin sat up quickly, his head swirling with the sudden movement. Sakura was nowhere to be seen, but there was a note taped to Martin’s chest. He rolled his eyes and plucked it off the black fireball t shirt.
“Sorry, Had to go” Read the quickly scribbled handwriting. “Feel better Martin, and uh… Mind the poison when you wake up. Signed, Sakura!” Martin rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. Little to late, Sakura. He stuffed the note in his pants pocket, and started to hunt for his backpack. It wasn’t to far away, but it seemed… Heavier. Opening up the pack, Martin found tons of foodstuffs and a cherry blossom branch.
“Must be Sakura’s doing” He mused, shutting the green bag and slinging it back over his shoulder, “Now where to next?” Glancing around Martin walked in a random direction, humming tunelessly.



Martin trekked past some peculiar and crumbling ruins. He gave it an unsure look, before moving to continue on… Or at least he would have, if a blood curdling scream didn’t cause him to freeze. Turning his head back towards the ruins, another scream assaulted his eardrums.
                 “This is really stupid…” Martin hissed, before running into the ruins. The yellow walls went underground, it getting slightly darker. Martin turned corner after corner, looking for the source of the screams. Turning one final corner, Martin hit a dead end, soaked scarlet. Three bodies sat on the ground, ripped open, and clawed to pieces. The strong smell of copper assaulted Martin’s nose, causing him to turn his head. What ever did this… Might still be nearby… Martin backed away from the shredded bodies a bit, before turning around. Something sharp came in contact with the left side of his face, the force of the blow knocked him over, him hitting the wall with a soft Thud!” Red quickly engulfed half his vision, but he still saw the monster that stood in front of him. It was humanoid, from the waist up, but it had long, blood soaked claws, as well as eight slender spider like legs. It was thin, so thin, it’s ribs jolted out visibly under it’s torn and pale flesh. It’s face, for a lack of a better word, was hollow, and thin, half of it’s skull missing, revealing a grey, blood soaked brain. It’s eyes were black, soulless pits, that bore into Martin’s green orbs with such an intense hatred. The most terrifying thing, was the fact that it’s face was twisted into a permanent scream, blood oozing out. Martin’s breath hitched in his throat when the creature raised a clawed hand, scuttling closer to the spellcaster. The monster brought it’s claw down, and Martin rolled out of the way, quickly getting up to his feet and running. Where the hell was the exit!? This place was a maze!
                 “W h e r e  d o  y o u  t h i n k  y o u ’ r e  g o i n g…?” A guttural voice hissed, sending a shiver down Martin’s spine. His lungs burned, and his eyes were watering… Or, at least the one that didn’t have the scratch over it. He turned a few corners and hid, back pressed against the cool, crumbling yellow stone, holding his breath.
                 “I  K N O W  Y O U  A R E  T H E R E  B O Y . . .” The voice hissed again, sending another shiver down Martin’s spine. Fire started forming at his fingertips, swirling into a small flaming ball, growing in size slowly. The monster turns the corner, it’s hollow eyes igniting with rage when it sees Martin. The fire shot from Martin’s fingers, catching the monster on fire. It let out a strangled and distorted scream, swinging at Martin, it’s burnt corpse dropping to the ground. Martin stared at the corpse, half expecting it to stand back up, but it remained still.
                  “That… Happened…” He muttered, bringing a hand up to his eye. Dark blood coated his fingertips when he moved his hand away. He made a face at the sight, and did one quick look over himself. It seems it missed him when it swung. Sighing, Martin looked around at his surroundings. Blood soaked the walls, and human skeletons lay scattered across the ground.
                 “That’s creepy…” He muttered, shaking his head and turning around. His face was mere inches from another monster. A panicked yelp escaped from Martin, him jumping back slightly. Before Martin could move again, the creature dug it’s claws into Martin’s stomach, lifting him off the ground, his blood dripping to the ground. Martin whimpered, a noise almost unnoticeable, him grasping at the claws, trying to pull them out of him. Blood trickled lazily out of the corner of his mouth and down the side of his face. The monster’s eyes seem to light up with the sick amusement of watching Martin suffer. It curled it’s claws, them digging into his back. Martin’s efforts to drag the claws out of his stomach slowly grind to a halt, his arms going limp. His green eyes turned dull, his vision filling with splotches and blurring in and out. The monster seemed to smirk, lifting Martin’s face up with a claw. Tears and blood trekked down his dirty and deathly pale face, his mouth twitching, trying to form words. Letting Martin’s face drop, The monster shoved it’s claws into his chest, seeming to laugh when he screamed out in agony, it soon being cut of. The monster made sure to twist it’s claws in his chest, before ripping them out, and tossing the limp spellcaster to the ground, his blood pooling on the floor.
                 
Martin the spellcaster, Chapter 7 REVAMP [Tw Gore]
[Can I say, this chapter was the funnest to rewrite~? Because It was~! ]
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  Chapter 6, Drifting in the dark.


                Martin was alone, as far as he could tell. The world around him was an empty void, and it felt like he sat in the center of it all. The calm before the storm, the peace of the eye of the hurricane. He was curled into a loose ball, hands clasped over his heart. Is this what it’s like to be dead? His mind questioned. Is this where your fate is decided? Whether you go to heaven or hell? Or is he simply unconscious? He had no clue… Could this be a dream? Some sick twisted nightmare his subconscious conjured up to punish him? That shadow creature popped in his head. It had took Lulu’s shape, and may have killed him. Tears well up in his eyes, but he quickly dashes them out. God he missed home… A bright flash suddenly caught Martin’s attention, making him cover his eyes, to hide from the sudden light, still used to the darkness that had once surrounded him. Uncovering his eyes, Martin saw a bright light in the distance, causing him to frown. So he was dead… Martin stared at the void around him, the cold suffocating dark, then turned back to the light. It seemed… Warmer than the void, but it still had that suffocating feel to it. Martin could feel his lungs start to burn with lack of oxygen, and in a panic, he ran towards the light. It gradually grew brighter and harder to breath. The light faded into a night sky, and air invaded Martin’s lungs again, causing him to sit up, sputtering and coughing, this strange black liquid dripping from his mouth. A hand patted his back awkwardly, a female mumbling a quiet you’re okay… every once and again. When Martin finally calmed down, he looked at the person helping him. A teen with short curly blonde hair was crouched next to him, her head tilted, her blue eyes scanning Martin’s green ones.
                “What?” She asks, her brows furrowing in a look of confusion, “Is there something on my face?” Martin quickly looked away, sputtering an apology around the weird black goop that had dispersed itself from his lungs. What even was this stuff…?

                “If you’re wondering…” The girl starts, catching Martin’s attention again, “That black stuff is residue of NightBorrow's poison, and boy did it spread quickly through your body!” She sits fully on the ground, head tilting again. “I’m Sakura!”
                “Martin…” He coughs, riding his lungs of more of the poison. Sakura pat’s his back again, a sympathetic smile on her face.
                “Yeah, I know it sucks” Sakura sighs, “But just let your body dispose of the remaining poison. My magic can only do so much.” Magic? She doesn’t have a spellcaster mark… Martin’s mind told him not to worry about it, and that he should be worrying about getting the poison out of him. Once again coughing up more of the poison, Martin clutched his chest, suddenly aware of the pain.
                “Sorry…” Sakura smiles sheepishly, “Like I said, My magic is weak… But you’re doing fine, the pain is only natural. I mean, you did have poison pumpin’ through ya for about 20 Minutes. But you’re doin’ fine…” If he was doing fine, why did he feel so exhausted? Ridding his body of more of the poison, his consciousness slipped again, leaving him in a dreamless sleep.
               
Martin the spellcaster, Chapter 6 REVAMP!
[we're getting closer to the chapter I'm excited about posting :3 ]
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Chapter 5 Horrible Landings

                  Martin flew until the sun shone brightly on the horizon, and this crackling feeling at his wings returned. Going down for a landing, he tripped, getting a facefull of dirt. He sat up, spitting the dirt out of his mouth, wiping his tongue off with the back of his hand. His wings retract without him asking, disappearing in a plume of silky white feathers. Great. His wings have a mind of their own… Looks like he’s walking from here. Hopefully a town, with no crazy angry Zombies, was nearby. Shoving his hands into his pastel green jean pockets, Martin started to wander. Spellcasters are supposed to wander alone, it seems, not many people taking too kindly to the species. Martin doesn’t mind, but it sure does get lonely. He really just wants to go home but… If his nightmare at the inn was true, there may be no home to return to. Martin shuddered at the thought.



                  Martin continued to wander, boredly igniting fire on his fingers and snuffing it out. His stomach made a hideous growling noise, causing him to groan aloud. He had already eat all of the food Lori had given him, and as far as he could see, there was no town or anything.
                  “What a mess I’ve gotten myself into…” He mumbles, suddenly bombarded with his exhaustion. Climbing up a near by tree, he settled on a low branch, his back against the rough tree trunk. Seems like a good place to sleep, and the sun had just started to set. Staring at the dimming sky, Martin drifted into an uneasy and restless sleep.



                  BAM! Martin jolted awake when something crashed into the tree he was in, causing him to fall off the branch. Clinging to the branch by one hand, Martin cursed under his breath.
                  “Can’t I get just one peaceful night of sleep!?” He asked the air. Martin let go of the branch, dropping to the ground. Nothing appears to be around, but Martin keeps his guard up. Martin’s view was really limited, as a fairly thick fog had rolled in while he was asleep. Out of the darkness scampered out a white wolf like dog, a neon green collar around it’s neck. This caught Martin off guard.
                  “B-Bandit?” Martin stammers out, “H-Have you been following me?” The dog barks happily, ran over to Martin, basically tackling him. Martin made an oof noise, when the dog’s skull made contact with his stomach, knocking the air out of him. His dog sat oblivious on his stomach, licking his face happily.
                  “Y-Yeah I missed you too buddy,” Martin coughs, patting the dog’s head.
                  “Martin?” A familiar voice rang through the fog, causing Bandit to bark loudly and run into the fog. Martin knew that voice.
                  “Lulu!?” Martin called, scrambling to stand up, stumbling into the fog. Was the fog getting thicker? Martin couldn’t tell, his mind frantically trying to locate his Adoptive mom. Standing at the edge of the fog stood the person Martin was searching for, her arms opening wide when she spotted Martin. He bite back the tears bubbling up in his eyes and ran into Lulu’s open arms.
                  “I-I missed you” He hiccuped, wrapping his arms around the skinny frame of his mother.
                           “And I missed you too…” She cooed, a grin stretching across her face, though Martin didn’t see. He suddenly feels something dig into his shoulders where Lulu held him.
                  “W-what?” Martin exclaimed, confused, “M-mum?” The form of his mother melted, being replaced with a form of pure shadows.
                  “You do know I love you, Right Martin?” The shadow asked in a dark and distorted version of his mom’s voice. Martin let out a yelp, and tried to tug free from the creature’s grasp. When he finally rips free, his cloak and skin tear as well. Despite the pain, he started running, getting lost in the fog. He felt drowsy, off balanced, and his lungs burned more than usual. He kept tripping over nothing, until finally he tripped and couldn’t get back up. His mind was growing hazy. What ever that… Thing was, must have done something to him. Martin’s consciousness is slipping into the dark rather fast. As his mind shut down, he heard a scream of agony somewhere near him. Where did It come from? Martin wasn’t sure… But it Might have been himself screaming. His numbed senses fade out fully, just as a form sprints into few.
                 
Chapter 4 wake up Mr. Angel!

                “Is Mr Angel alright?” A youngish and High pitched voice asks through the darkness, dragging Martin closer to it’s edge.
                “I told you Sarah,” a familiar sounding gruff voice responds, sounding irritated, “He isn’t an angel, he’s a spellcaster. And he’s fine. A few broken bones, and his wings are burnt, but that heals with time.” Martin slowly let his eyes open, squinting at the bright light. He was in an unfamiliar room, laying on the bed in the center, his wings taking up  the rest of the area. Bandages were wrapped around them. Oh right. His wings caught on fire… The weight of the warm green blankets was oddly comforting, wanting to draw Martin back into sleep, but he feels he’s sleep enough. He shifted slightly in the soft fabric, attempting to sit up, only to be seized with a tremendous pain in his ribs, making it hard for him to breath. He flops back down, sucking in gulp after gulp of sweet air as the pain releases it’s icy grip on him. His ribs are broken.
                “Well crap” Martin hisses, resting a hand gently on his chest.
                “Itchin’ to get movin’ eh?” The familiar voice asks with a chuckle, “Classic spellcaster, not wanting to stay in one place too long. So tell me, Fireball, What’s your goal? Your target?”
                “First of” Martin mumbles, turning his head, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice “My name’s Martin. Not ‘Fireball.’ And second… My goal? Don’t really have one I guess.” Definitely a lie. Martin had a goal, but he didn’t trust the stranger fully. Finding the voice’s source, Martin sees a Man, maybe Mid-thirties sitting on a chair near by. He had messy brown hair, and his face was unshaven. His blue eyes scanned over Martin, as if seeing the deceit.
                “Interesting…” The man utters after a while, before picking up volume, “Well, Martin the spellcaster, My name is Josh, and the girl who’s eavesdropping is my daughter, Sarah. Come here Sarah, I know you’re there!” A door opens, and a small girl, maybe like seven years old steps cautiously into the room, her blue eyes landing on Martin. A smile cracks itself across her face.
                “Hey!” She exclaims, scampering over to Martin, her brown hair bouncing. “You’re the boy from the park! I can tell by your eyes!” His… Eyes…? Okay? “Well I hope you feel better soon, Mr. Martin” She chirps, a innocent smile on her face.
                “Don’t worry Sarah” Josh says, standing, “He’s a spellcaster, Spellcasters heal quick. Now come on Sarah, let’s give him some peace of mind.” Josh swiped up his Daughter, causing her to giggle uncontrollably, and let the room, shutting the door behind him. Martin sighed, turning his attention to ceiling. He hated being like this, even if it was temporary. After a while, he found himself tracing patterns in the ceiling. Wow he was easily bored. He turned his attention to the clock, squinting at it in the light… Or maybe he was just REALLY blind. Maybe Lulu was right, Maybe he did need glasses. He chuckled to himself, shifting in the bed again, the rustle of the blankets the only other sound it the otherwise quiet room. Well that, and the clock ticking in a lulling pattern. Martin once again found it hard to keep his eyes open. Wow, his magic must have drained quite a lot for him to be this tired… Finally giving in, he closed his eyes again, falling into a light sleep.


                The sound of the clock chiming caused Martin to jolt awake, wincing slightly at the remainder of pain that remained in his almost fully healed ribs.
                “That hurt” Martin hissed breathlessly, once again placing a hand on his chest. Talk about deja vu... Sitting up fully, Martin swung his legs over the side of the bed, barefeet connecting with the cold wooden floors. He could see the clock clearly this time. It was a little after midnight. So that explains the chime. Sighing, Martin stood, shuddering at the cold. Where on Creativa was his cloak? After hunting around the room, Martin found said object, as well as his backpack hanging up on the back of the open door. Martin put on his back pack and cloak, slipping out of the room and down the stairs. The door was in his sights. Reaching for the shiney silver doorknob, the soft sound of someone clearing their throat caused him to freeze. He turned slowly away from the door to see a woman with long blondish hair standing at the base of the stairs. Her green eyes scanned over Martin carefully, before holding out a small colourful sack.
                “I figured you’d want to leave as soon as possible” The woman explained, setting the sack in Martin’s hand when he walked over, “So I packed some food for you… I’m Lori, Sarah’s Mom…”
                “I’m… uh Martin…” He mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact. “Thanks…”
                “Not a problem Martin” The woman smiled, walking over to the door and opening it. “Be safe, and come visit Sarah soon. She’s grown quite attached.” Martin walked out the door, stealing one last glance at the woman, before turning back around and letting his newly healed wings unfolding, accidentally causing his backpack to jolt and hit his spine hard. What did he have in this thing!? Rocks!? Actually… There could be rocks in his backpack… Umm… Okay. Jumping up, his wing beat unevenly, them being somewhat numb, as if he slept on them wrong. He barely got off the ground, before giving up and walking. Once feeling returned to his wings, however, he jumped into the sky, hoping to fly as far away as possible. They were such a nice family, and Martin had been there too long already. Were he there any longer, something bad would happen…
               
Chapter 3, Magical escape


            A low groaning noise, startled Martin awake from a light sleep. Looking around, he can see he’s at the park wall still, and nothing is around. Settling back down, he closes his eyes, despite the fact that no sleep came. He could barely move, barely speak, barely think, his energy still drained. It’s just his luck when something shambles out of the darkness, it’s glowing but hollow and dead eyes locked on him. Another joined it, then another, till Martin was surrounded. They looked like burned corpses, coming in all shapes and sizes. Using the wall for support, Martin gets up, using all the energy he could muster. He tried to take a step, only to collapse back against the wall. This was no good. He was in serious trouble. The creatures continued to shamble forward, a look of, disdain, anger, and... fear? in their hollow eyes. Martin stood there. glancing around at the corpses, a strange crackling feeling compounding at his back. He was probably about to get killed, but yet, he felt so calm. He wasn’t scared. Why wasn’t he scared…? Here he is, faced with death, yet not a single bit of fear surfaced. The monsters were so close now, he could smell the rotten flesh hanging off their malnourished bodies. The crackling feeling suddenly bursts, causing Martin to nearly fall over from the force. Trembling slightly, he stood again, a new weight appearing on his spine.
            “What hit me…” He mumbled, suddenly disinterested with the monsters. Something white drifting from the sky caught his attention. “What…? Is that snow?” Turning his attention to the white thing, he discovered it wasn’t snow, but a feather, and a whole bunch of them, each faintly glowing. Martin slowly turned his attention to the weight on his back to see two, white feathery wings growing from his shoulder blades. Huh… New spell maybe? A loud growl caused him to whip around, only to be face to face with one of the monsters. A small yelp escaped from Martin, fear finally finding it’s way back to him, and he did the first thing he could think of. He jumped up. His new uh… Wings beat awkwardly, but they lifted him up none the same. After getting the hang of rising up, he hovered in place, glancing down at the creatures that stared up at him angrily. He shuddered involuntarily and took off as fast as he could, hoping to get as far away from that damned town as possible with the little energy he had. God, was he tired… He fell a bit, temporarily falling asleep, but instantly woke up when greeted with the feeling of falling and flew back up. This was sapping up the last of his energy… The strange crackling feeling greeted him again, this time hurting him. Hissing in agony, he turned his attention to the wings once again, only to see them… Aw hell. They’re on fire. He’d love to say he was used to parts of him catching on fire for no reason, but these wings are new, the flesh and feathers weren’t used to this. He quickly tried to put the fire out, tears budding in his eyes. Nothing he tried could put the wings out, and the pain was at the point where he dug his teeth into his lip to keep from screaming. Scrambling to think of a way to make it stop, was slowing getting harder, with pain clouding his mind. He was wasting more energy then he should, he had to stop something. Screaming in Anguish, he angled himself towards the grown, and tucked his wings in a bit, falling at high speeds. The wind quickly put out the fire, but he was too tired to draw his wings back out. Well crap. Struggling to remain conscious, Martin rolled over onto his back, hoping it would soften the blow. His head collided with the ground, and all went black.
            Martin had dreamed he had found the ruins of an old castle, with some girl he didn’t recognize, yet they seemed to be close. After exploring a bit, a woman with long auburn hair appears before them, claiming to be Martin’s mother. Martin ran over to hug the woman, but before he could, things quickly turned bad. The light atmosphere faded away into a dreary metallic setting. He was in a dark room, his wrists chained to the wall, and his hands glowing very dimly. He… He was in a lot of pain… And he couldn’t pinpoint why. Something also felt very wrong inside him, like… He was hollow. A sound caught echo to his ears. A door was opened and light shown on his face, causing him to look down. Foot steps echoed weirdly around in the empty and otherwise quiet room. A pale hand grabs Martin’s thin face, and forces him to look up. The hand was connected to a shadow. The light made it hard for Martin to see who it was. The shadow scoffed, a psychopathic grin shining menacingly in the darkness.
            “This is almost too easy, spellcaster” It hissed, drawing a sword, “Way too easy.” Laughing maniacally, the shadow plunged the sword into Martin’s stomach, quickly dragging his mind back into the dark before anything else can happen. Two voices drifted into his subconscious, a grown woman and man… Maybe?
            “What happened…?”
            “He fell out of the sky like a fireball, that’s what”
            “Oh no! Look at his wings! They’re all burned!”
            “Come one Lori, help me move him.” Martin half wondered who the two were talking about, But he guessed it didn’t really matter… His mind dragged him into another dream, the voices becoming a distant memory.
           
Martin the spellcaster, Chapter 3 REVAMP!
[What!? Two chapters? In one day? OMG ]
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About the admin:
Name: Sakura
Age: Around 17
Sexuality: Asexual Hetroromantic, not really looking for a relationship right now
God tier: Mage of Time
that's 'bout it.

Welcome to The SHOW!
Child! Sakura:
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You're name is Sakura Alexis Shalie But you prefer to be Sakura Or Saki . You are currently a Child You have Long, Hunny blonde hair that covers your Bi-coloured eyes. Your eyes are both Blue and Green. You love Bumble bees and all things Candy. You love Faygo and tend to be super Hyper.

Relation ships:
Friends: oh my goodness there are a lot of you.

Morail: (rollplay)

Matespirit: hehe, what's that?

Family: (rollplay)

Kismasiss: (rollplay)

Asupistice: (rollplay)

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Mudkip! Sakura:
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You're name is Sakura Alexis Shalie But you prefer to be Sakura Or Saki . You are currently a Mudkip You have Long, Hunny blonde hair that covers one of your Bi-coloured eyes. Your eyes are both Blue and Green. You love to Swim and Play Games. You dislike pollution and Squids. You are a member of the Sky Army

Relation ships:
Friends: oh my goodness there are a lot of you.

Morail: (rollplay)

Matespirit: you refuse to have one

Family: (rollplay)

Kismasiss: (rollplay)

Asupistice: (rollplay)


Sakura:
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You're name is Sakura Alexis Shalie But you prefer to be Sakura Or Saki . You are currently lost. You don't remember your parents... You have Short, platinum blonde hair that curls around your face Your eyes are both Blue and Green. You don't like them, but your Matespirit, Martin Magnus Says they are beautiful. You love to Write and Draw but you claim to not be very good at it.

Relation ships:
Friends: oh my goodness there are a lot of you.

Morail: (rollplay)

Matespirit: Martin <3

Family: (rollplay)

Kismasiss: (rollplay)

Asupistice: (rollplay)


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Doll! Sakura:
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You're name is Sakura Alexis Shalie But you prefer to be Sakura Or Saki . You are currently a doll You have Long, Hunny blonde hair that covers your Bi-coloured eyes. Your eyes are both Blue and Green. You are a Doll because of your Father... You don't blame him, or anyone...
Relation ships:
Friends: oh my goodness there are a lot of you.

Morail: (rollplay)

Matespirit: no one...

Family: (rollplay)

Kismasiss: (rollplay)

Asupistice: (rollplay)


Ghost/Dead/Zombie! Sakura:
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You're name is Sakura Alexis Shalie But you prefer to be Sakura Or Saki . You are Dead. You have Short platinum blonde hair that curls around your face. Your eyes Are Pure white. Your death was witnessed by your old Matespirit Martin Magnus But he'sMoved on now... You Miss Him, But it Doesn't Matter to you anymore...

Relation ships:
Friends: oh my goodness there are a lot of you.

Morail: (rollplay)

Matespirit: mm...

Family: (rollplay)

Kismasiss: (rollplay)

Asupistice: (rollplay)


Mermaid! Sakura:
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You're name is Sakura Alexis Shalie But you prefer to be Sakura Or Saki . You are currently a Mermaid. You're not sure how that happened... You have Long, Electric blue hair That covers one of your bi-coloured. Your eyes are both Blue and Green. You have a Lime green Tail And Purple skin. You live close to the beach So you can Watch over your friends. You aren't going to let them know that this happened to you...

Relation ships:
Friends: oh my goodness there are a lot of you.

Morail: (rollplay)

Matespirit:

Family: (rollplay)

Kismasiss: (rollplay)

Asupistice: (rollplay)

Glitch! Sakura:

Your name is S.A.K.I.S.H.A.L.I.E. and you don't belong here... You have Bright yellow short hair that curls around your face. Your once Bi-coloured eyes Are now Code green You are a programmed to obey HIM but when you Failed your code was erased from the data base, only to be Brought back By an exelent "Hacker." Well... Not fully. You are now Corrupted and Glitched. You hide yourself from your friends in order to Keep them safe Glitched code... Is dangerous code...

Glitch! Martin:

Your name is Martin Magnus And you are a glitch in the system. WORK IN PROGRESS!
Hetalia! What Country Are You?
Hetalia! What Country Are You?
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What Legendary Pokemon Are You?
What Legendary Pokemon Are You?
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Which Okamiden Partner Are You?
Which Okamiden Partner Are You?
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What Is Your Anime Hair Color?
What Is Your Anime Hair Color?
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Click Me!



Click Me!



Click Me!



Click Me!


Attack On Titan Ability Evaluation
Attack On Titan Ability Evaluation
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What Vocaloid Are You?
What Vocaloid Are You?
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Which Zelda Character Are You?
Which Zelda Character Are You?
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What Color Link Are You?
What Color Link Are You?
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What Role Do You Play In An Anime?
What Role Do You Play In An Anime?
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Which Geass Do You Have?
Which Geass Do You Have?
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Makes sense as a time player...

Which Attack On Titan Character Are You?
Which Attack On Titan Character Are You?
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Jade Harley
Jade Harley
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Normal girls want to marry Princes, we want to marry Killers.
Normal girls play Dress up, we Cosplay.
Normal girls eat Ice cream when depressed, we eat Cheesecake.
Normal girls wouldn't ever Go into the woods at night, we go searching for Slender man.
Normal girls freak out over a broken nail, we freak out over a broken knife.
Normal girls wear Bows, we wear hood's/beanie's/fedoras
Normal girls say weird, we say awsome
Normal girls ask why did you do that?, we say you shouldn't have done that.
Normal girls say go to hell, we say GO.TO.SLEEP.
Normal girls say Link, we say BEN Drowned.
Normal girls think Jeff is ugly, we think he is Beautiful.
Normal girls say Cannibal, we say Eyeless Jack.
Normal girls say go die in a hole, we say you've met with terrible fate.
Normal girls fan girl over band boys, we fan girl Psycho Killers.
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Interests
[ here [x] It's on my tumblr as well as a description :p ]
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  • Reading: Day
  • Watching: We
  • Playing: Mine
  • Eating: Away

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Sci-FiGeek84 Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fave darlin'!
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Hello
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Apparently i was alread one of ur watchers  
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Hello. Thank-you for the watch. :)
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Thx for the faves ;P
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