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Sketchy pasta(Alex) infosheetBasics
Known as: The guy that steals light/ surrounded by shadows
D.O.B: July 16
Currently living: No where
No none family(presume dead)
Tattoo(s): possible ones under his coat(have to get his coat off to see )
Scar(s): small scars of unknown source on his forearms
Other noticeable mark(s): None
Physical strength(s): Agile, fast, high endurance, good eye sight
Physical weakness(es): slightly weakened hearing, occasional ticks, can't be in the sun
Personality: quiet, slightly sadistic, observant
Like: walking at night
Dislikes: bright lights, anything to do with day, the Blade movies(Blade = daywalker)
Back story: In his main story
How he kills: What ever way he has available, i.e. using their knives
Saying: "Beware the dark" with a sadistic smile, "F*cking sun" whenever the sun is inv
Sketchy pastaUnder the veal of night, with naught the moon to break through the guise of shadows, a lonely figure haunts the quiet streets. Gun shots occasionally pierce the night from time to time. It hadn't been long ago that the nights were quiet and the gangs had been silenced, but as of late the stupid people had began pointlessly aligning themselves, against each other no less. Crossing near a street light, with no lost to the shadows that surrounded him, a car could be heard barreling down the road. Head lights blasting over the hill, and veering sharply off as the car draws near. It was a common sight, as everyone knew to avoid the void of light, that permeated a malice that even the gang leaders cringed from. The car narrowly manages to get away as he keeps walking aimlessly through the night.
Walking along through the dark wind swept streets, he walks alone. winding his way through the city streets, he reaches a familiar path.Its not often that he rewalks a path, as his course is ev
First StrikeClouds grew in the sky, turning into an ominous black. Fearing the worst, I hasten my steps. My pack, growing heavier, was filled with only stuff for mild weather. Then it started. "Crack!" the first sign of the storm to come. I was startled to a halt as a tree a few yards down the path was sheared down the middle. "Shit, shit, shit," I mutter as I quickly start walking again. Frantically looking around, I make my way down the trail. Stopping for a moment by the tree, I pulled out my camera and take a few pictures. I leave the singed tree and the glass, that was just moments ago sandy soil, behind. The hill I was on afforded one a wondrous view, but not much protection. It was especially lacking in protection from the millions of volts that occasionally split the sky here and there. I quickened my step as another crack rang out behind me. "Need to get out of here!" I exclaim softly as I, quite quickly now, make my way down the hill. Nearing the bottom, I felt the first drops fall onto
A dark descendsShadows dancing all around
to neigh a beat nor a sound
Darkness filling your mind
Leaving you left in binds
Shallow hearts fall
All to bow before the call
None shall flee
Not when you can't see
Lush music to fade out
Leaving only the desperate shouts
Don't stand in the roadA night so dark and dreary,
In the sky old yet unwary,
Stretches time and trench
Of space and inch
An ant wonders low
As infinite stars show
Sending light so far
Nope just the head lights of that car.
ItS RaInInG Up iN HeRe mOtHeR FuCkErSLET THE RAIN POUR DOWN AND SOOTHE YOU
pouring down and rinsing through and through
LIGHTNING STRIKES DOWN
saying that time has gone around
A STORM PASSING OVER HEAD
high over you in bed
THROWING BOLTS HERE AND THERE
lightning up even the air
A NIGHT PASSING BY IN DRIZZLE
a wicked elixir left to fizzle
MY own Kuroshitsuji OCDamien Shinikuro
Hair: Gray/Silver(few shades darker than Undertaker's)
Eyes: Green(few shades darker than Shinigami's)
Skin tone: WHITE!
Song: Diabolic Waltz
Appearance: A slim-bodied, young male of unknown origin, claiming to be Undertaker's Nephew(reassured to be true bu Undertaker). Mostly seen wearing an ankle length open front coat with knee high black boots adorned with numerous buckles, and otherwise all black clothes. Look is shown though his little interactions, but it he seems vaguely lonely and looking for a friend capable of making him feel living.
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ParadiseHis heart matched the beat of a magic song,
his chest was my pillow, and nothing was wrong.
The dark green of his eyes hypnotized me,
I felt it all the way to my soul, finally free.
His skin was smooth, my fingertips felt at home,
stroking his cheek, his arm, letting my hands roam.
Paradise isn't a dream, or a place faraway,
it's being wrapped in his arms, knowing I'm okay.
FadeToo ashamed to keep you alive
But too attached to let you die
You want to humiliate me? Fine,
I banish you to nothing at all
But I’ll remake you, change my mind
Again, you’ll be a part of my life
I’ll try to make it all alright
I’ll stay this way, sit and stall
But I’ll know you shouldn’t stay
Can’t fix the broken heart I made
In the end I’ll let you fade
I’ll be too tired to carry on
Keeper of the CryptBones stacked upon hallowed bones
Hearts packed tight with stones
Our feelings forgot the weight they carry
In the black beneath the holy Earth
Wander ancient ghosts without joy or mirth
Bright sparks of light by darkness stripped
For wicked grins belong to empty skulls
And jagged knives can only be so dull
Before a painless cut becomes a tearing rip
Each can choose to leave memories alone
As dusted bones upon dusted bones
Lonely Keepers of their own Crypts
Rich KidsRich kids like to drive in fancy cars.
They like to roll down their windows
And let that pure AC fill the streets
Of what they consider “scum”.
They play their music loud,
So you can see and hear them.
With an arm hanging, they
Show off that fake smile.
“Sucks to be you.” They
Pool parties every night.
Yeah, they have it,
But we do we have?
You’re mad aren’t you,
When you see them show off?
They “cruise” down the street,
They might even come down your block.
You want to hurt them,
Tell them to leave,
And you’re envious that their lives,
Are so fucking easy.
But hey, what do you have,
That they really don’t?
You know what life really is,
That’s not a damn joke.
A rich kid doesn’t know,
How it feels to miss dinner,
And before you know it,
You’ve lost weight and you’re thinner.
A rich kid doesn’t know,
How to crawl to the top,
How to face fucking hardships,
GarbageUnknown way ahead
Full of mist
It’s almost midnight
The sun sleeps
Waiting for me
She loses dreams.
I leave her alone.
I won her love
That burned down
In an empty room.
Bits of String and TwineI hold my heart together with
Some bits of string and twine
I've gathered from the littered scraps
My life has left behind.
But twine it cannot hope to hold
This fractured heart of mine
And fill the hollow hole that you
Have cruelly left behind.
FrioEn un rincón oscuro de la habitación,
aquel frente al frío algo más resguardado,
se encoge como una sombra, agazapado,
el triste dueño de un quebrado corazón.
No fueron esta vez los fuegos de los amores
los que a esta alma la tristeza llevaron.
No fueron esta vez sentimientos desertores
los que tras marchar al alma el dolor dejaron.
No, fueron los fríos constantes los que la quebraron.
Se abre en el muro de tosca mampostería
que al débil alma aislaba y protegía
una grieta echa por los sucesivos hielos
que resquebrajaron la piedra, y día a día,
se filtran por ella las penas y desconsuelos.
Esta triste alma se encuentra aislada
a la deriva en un mar de oscuridad
y de forma lenta y constante es torturada
por la fría carga de una gran soledad.
pretty woman.pretty woman,
wear a wig
with blackened curls
and a pig
beside your side;
in my car,
i beg you, please,
don’t stray far!
far from the seats
is a truth
that’s too unkind
the root is there,
the sprout snug,
the dirt is flat
with one bug.
i kiss your smile,
across your lips
like I said.
your muddy eyes,
your soft lust,
your secret pain
that is just.
i hold you close,
yes, it’s true.
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