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Coding Corner / Re: ⋆ — ❝ M I S T A K E. ✧˖ ˚「 STORAGE. 」
« on: November 26, 2018, 09:43:50 AM »
that's a fucking mood tbfh
im going to sit here and track this because your writing is good and your graphics are good and you are good therefore this is good
// lurks

Coding Corner / Re: ⋆ — ❝ M I S T A K E. ✧˖ ˚「 STORAGE. 」
« on: November 26, 2018, 09:41:44 AM »
// lirim voice
h-hewwo ?

Biographies / Re: nonchalant [ lirim ]
« on: November 24, 2018, 10:30:09 PM »
rules of interaction
— ( I - romance ) Lirim is generally extremely oblivious to acts of true romance. Flirting and such, though always returned, usually flies over their heads and they don't put much thought into it. Therefore, they will almost never take the initiative in starting a relationship. However, Lirim also doesn't close ties easily. to start a relationship with them as a romantic interest, they would have to be informed preferably privately not in an open and intimidating situation, and spontaneity is frowned upon in most cases. They are not actively seeking any relationships at any time due to their asexual nature, and because they have just come out of a two-year-long marriage they are even more averse to engaging in anything romantic any time soon. 

— ( II - friendship ) It is particularly hard to find a friend in lirim due to their inability to form close or meaningful ties. They aren't a sentimental creature or one that thrives on social interaction, therefore are able to survive with only themselves as company for a long while. They are nonchalant to a fault and will often scare potential friendships away by simply existing due to their noncommital nature and inability to make and uphold plans with those who will, in their eyes, die eventually nevertheless. Just because it is difficult to befriend Lirim doesn't mean it is impossible, however, as they are still delightfully morbid and a good source of sarcastic banter. Their friends simply need tough skin and even tougher patience, but once Lirim's trust is earned you won't find a more loyal friend.

— ( III - family) Much like with friendship, it is very hard to get lirim to see anyone as family, even harder than getting them to see anyone as a companion. although they are technically family to the entire break family, they are a neglectful parent and do not see blood as something that truly makes a family. They see family as, first and foremost, a friendship, and a trust that cannot be broken by anything. To get here you must pass many tribunals and troubles, but it is even more worthwhile than having lirim consider you a family. Currently, only one individual carries the honor of lirim's full, unbreakable trust.

— ( IV - enemies ) It is almost comedically easy to have Lirim as an enemy compared to just how difficult it is to get on any good standing with them, but likewise being called an enemy is almost overplaying how Lirim truly feels about most of the people they piss off. Everyone not worthy of their good side is almost automatically pushed to the bad side, and Lirim treats most on this side as a nuisance at best. It takes someone especially cruel or high and mighty to get Lirim to actively hate them, but regardless of that most wouldn't consider them a friend and therefore are an enemy.

— ( V - battle ) Lirim almost never engages in battle, knowing very well that the powers under their disposal could be devestating. They can single handedly tip the direction of a battle and do not wish to do so, knowing life should run it's own course without their omniscient intereference. As a result they will often either completely sit out during raids or battles, or, when attacked, simply take the beating in order to not cause entire worlds to implode. As a result their former bodies used to be extremely scarred and war-torn, although now they have a body that does not showcase these as much unless they wish. During battle they are impossible mentally and difficult physically, and should be tagged @LIRIM or interacted with in black.

Biographies / Re: nonchalant [ lirim ]
« on: November 24, 2018, 09:56:09 PM »
note on lirim's senses despite it never being addressed, lirim doesn't see the world like other creatures do. they have a completely different set of senses, which will be described in detail below.
— lirim is almost fully colorblind. they see most of the world in black and white, but see other creature's eyes in intense colors. even through the use of clairvoyance they still are only able to determine a creature's soul due to the color of its eyes. if a creature has no soul or spirit for lirim to view, they are just as grayscale as everything else.
— lirim sees many different planes and dimensions at once, but they are able to focus on the dimension they exist in if they need to. they have selective sight, and so if they wish to see something that is not happening to the creatures actually in that plane, they can do it.
— lirim is unable to hear anything but can pick up on the subtle vibrations that come from other creatures and can simulate a voice as a result. they prefer deeper/bass based sounds and voices to higher pitched ones.
— in human aus, lirim had to wear special color/particle negating glasses in order for their human body to be able to handle all the dimensions they can see. as a result, their eyesight is quite poor unless in full, unstable void form, but outside of human aus their eyesight is actually extremely sharp and clear.
- one of the reasons that Lirim has a dislike towards gods apart from the more important reasons is because of the aura they radiate. The aura is a clear and obvious almost halo-like color that surrounds them, and it irritates lirim's eyes to the point of migraines .

The Typhoon / Re: ALL CORRUPT EVERYTHING [ body change ]
« on: November 24, 2018, 04:25:30 PM »
The tilt of their head sends their body mass into a fury, head shaping and reshaping, unable to settle on a form it pleases until it eventually decides to have no head at all, flesh melting and burning away to reveal a skull that attempts to resemble a canid. It comes close, but there is still something uncanny about it, ignoring the fact that their entire existence is a spectacle in and of itself. But they feel free, empty, full all at once and cannot bring themselves to care much for the opinions of others. They do not understand power. They do not understand existence like they understood it. They had not died and redied a thousand times over to become who they were, did not understand that self was a matter of perception and was ever shifting with each passing second. One body wasn't enough. One mind wasn't enough. Not when you were everything ḛ̸̪vḙ̠r͉̥̜̘̠͇ͅyo̜̫̗ṇ͓̻̖͍̝͔́ę͚̹͎͓̟ everywhere.

They stay silent, watching, waiting, their body ever-shifting; not uncertain but cautious nevertheless. They did not care about dying, they would come back one way or another in perpetuity until everything ceased to exist and they did too. But they did not care much about interfering with mortal affairs, or stumbling across kin that they knew but didn't at the same time. They knew Luciferus, not by name nor by face but by existence, the same way they were certain he knew them. It was a bond that couldn't be explained easily, not one that Lirim would bother to try. It didn't need explanation, only understanding, and they assumed it was a mutual one between two creatures that, in all reality, had no right to remain in this world when they belonged to the void itself. If they fought, like Lirim had fought many, there would be nothing stopping this world and countless dimensions tethered to it from imploding with them. Lirim did not care for mortals, but they did not care for their death either. Everything was to run its course with as little interference as possible, and although they could promise they would uphold those values they did not know what their counterpart expected.

It must have been an awe-inspiring sight for anyone looking upon the two massive, dark creatures as if a part of the sky decided to drop upon the earth itself. It seemed they were more unstable than Luciferus was, either by free will or simply because the other didn't have the means of change as broad as they had, but it didn't phase them much. There was a reason they were fluid. Their vessel was a lie. A shapeshifting creature. A lesson in fluidity. They were both father, son, mother and daughter. Both the founder of the void and its offspring. They belonged to no one and yet to everyone at once, and if Luciferus crossed them...

Worlds would explode.

And yet there was peace in that knowledge. Luciferus was not one of their kind, not exactly. He was part of the void, although which part exactly they could not tell. It was as vast and shifting as eternity, holding each piece of reality together in ways that were hard to comprehend, and it was hard to tell when one part started and another ended unless you were that part yourself. But there was still something that bound them together, if only the realization that everything was more finite than most could comprehend.

How strange that they both pretended that they were normal. The son of the void and a part of the void itself, conversing like the universe could not implode by their mere existence and one misstep. Like countless lives hadn't been taken by them, their predecessors, ancestors and kin. It was a normal conversation, and introduction that meant so much more than msot would acredit to it. And Lirim played along, face twisting into rows upon rows of sharp teeth, bared but not quite smiling, only to reshape and morph back into an inky mass, skull hidden, rows of eyes peering at Luciferus and the world at the same time.

"I͓̝̰̳̥͜ ͕̜̞͉̰̺k͙̟̗n̘̦ͅo̺̮̩ẃ̖͓͍̫͇̬.҉͓̝̹̠̼͍̩" their murmur was as distorted as their physical form, a thousand voices seemingly pressed onto each other, each battling for victory, to be the one voice that they decided to go with. None one, and before all of them even had time to fade into an echo, they spoke again. Luciferus would understand. They were sure of it. "A̱͍̬͍̯͔ͅn̥͉̩̮d̴̝͓͕͓ ͔Ì ̼̗k̨̙̦no̦͍̠̺̗͘w͓͕̣ ̤̻t̛͇̦̩͓ͅh̪̤a̵͓̩t̸̹̻̦̳̮͇ ̷̰̞̣̻̫͍y̬͓̩͡o͙̭͞ṵ̶̼͓ ͔̻͚̥͚͞a̜̱̜̤͓l͎̮͖̳̩͟ṟ̣̺̗̀é̤̦̺̞̮a̦͓͝d̷y̧ ̸̘̙k̹͉̗̻̰͝n̯o͏͕͖̱̼̦w̯ ̶̠̠̻̩͓m̜̹̼̞̗͕̺e̻̩̮̠̩̘ͅ.̙ ̠̺̘̱̳͙͓" Not by name, but by virtue. By shape. By nature. They knew each other already, and would always know each other. Introductions were null when such a deeper bond than names could say far more than words did. But they played along, a deep, rumble of a chuckle that sent vibrations through their skull-like appendage and distorted their body once more echoing through the area before fading out into words. "Ḻ̵͕̞͔͎̮͎i͓̰r̫̲̕i̤͚̗͘m͍̝͓͈̲͔͎.͕̣̭͚͚̞̟̕" and they left it at that. Lirim. Freedom. The void. So many names but none of them ever meant a thing.

Biographies / Re: nonchalant [ lirim ]
« on: November 24, 2018, 04:07:46 PM »
will reside everywhere; no set clan, doesn't bother with joining rituals and just appears sometimes. Will probably still keep them mainly in the Typhoon simply because it's my favorite but !! yeah !! Likewise I might go ahead with my plan to record the entirety of BOB history through lirim, but that depends on the time I have. It would definitely give a sense of realism to them, though, if they knew everything that happens/is happening/will happen.

The Typhoon / Open ALL CORRUPT EVERYTHING [ body change ]
« on: November 24, 2018, 02:16:42 PM »
It had been a while since they had achieved true intangibility, so distanced from their home that it had become nothing more than a vague concept. They had cared about how they looked like if only to keep the mortals and those unaware of their true form privy of the fear it often brought. No one spared one glance at a wolf that looked just as normal as the next one. A few golden accents didn't make the void stand out, but that had been their goal for a while now. Don't stand out. Don't act strangely. Be as normal as those around you needed you to be.

They were tired of it.

Keeping a form that resembled something was too much work, the effort put into it taking up a lot of the time Lirim could have been doing something vastly more interesting and important. They were the void. They should have had the freedom to travel in between every world, dimension, creature, soul they wanted to, not be bound by mortal physics and bodies. They were vast. Endless. powerful.

They were tired.

The thought to change back to their true nature hadn't been a one-time event. It had crossed their mind many times already, a deep part of their core urging them to shed this foolish outer layer and give in to who they were supposed to be. An endless mass; dark, devoid of everything but the atoms that formed everything, shifting and changing in an endless dance with the universe itself. Freedom. Their name was freedom and yet they had none when bound to rules that should have never applied to them, to begin with.

And so they changed. There was nothing left holding them back, the last person they cared to present even decently as no longer affecting them as he had before. Bubs would love them regardless of what they were, who they looked like. He was family, and if their family didn't care... there was nothing else stopping the void from it's freedom. It started with a vibration, starting seemingly from everywhere and nowhere at once, faint enough to be ignored as a distance earthquake or impact. Still dangerous, though, still searching, especially when the quake only seemed to get closer with each passing second until there was nothing else left but the all-consuming shake that seemed only present in the subconsious. The outside world was fine; the trees were as they should have been, and the ground had not yet split open, but it was the minds that could have not taken the transformation.

Not that Lirim cared much. Whoever was too weak to take it was not their concern.

And then, just as it seemed the entire world was to implode, the whole thing stopped. The vibrations, the low rumble, the pulsating throb of the universe itself ceased, leaving in it's wake the dark mass who Lirim was always meant to be.

A low, deep, shaking rumble resonated around the creature once more, although this time it was far tamer and obviously based in reality, sending their body into another frenzy as it morphed in tandem to the vibrations in what could be described as their throat but wasn't quite. Not anymore, at least. Their throat was gone the moment the growl had left them, replaced and reformed somewhere completely different. Shapeless. Shifting. Free.

[ yeah so I wanted to go back to Lirim's original design, and so they're sorta just a dark vaguely-shaped mass that can shift it's appearance at will. For now this is the closest I can describe their current appearance, but note that it changes on a whim.

Storage Sector / Re: STORAGE 2.0
« on: November 23, 2018, 11:41:02 PM »
Lirim be everywhere, an omniscient being who just appears on occassion in each clan whenever I see a thread im particularly interested in. Doesn't care for alliances or politics just exists.

- probably decaying/constantly shifting. Will make all powers black colored to imitate how the void would look like. Probably has bone-like structures sticking out everywhere and a bunch of eyes/skulls because Im a slut for eyes and skulls. Keeps Bubs all pretty in his decay but at the price of them being just disgusting im a monster fucker tho so I think they're hot.

The Typhoon / Re: mannequins + TERRITORY IN FLAMES
« on: November 09, 2018, 09:20:57 PM »
They had almost forgotten about the petty rivalries that existed between the different groups that dotted his earth. It was the same in every world, every dimension... even in death, the ghosts all tore at each other's immortal throats, like dogs till the end of time. It was what had caused them to leave, the anger and destruction tiring already ancient bones, and had it not been for Sol they wouldn't have cared much to come back.

They also wouldn't have cared much to try and do anything to put these fires out. Life ran its course, and people would fight and destroy and kill each other until they died themselves. This was no different, and they rarely saw a reason to help or even hinder opposing forces just because their supposed 'alliances' told them to. Their alliances were to people, not to clans, and in all honesty they had never once mentioned that they joined. They had only asked to shelter Sol here.

And now his shelter was going up in flames.

They were uncharacteristically perturbed by the spectacle, something they had seen time and time again and approached with naught but a calm disposition now causing them some semblance of panic. It was all because of the little boy they had sworn to protect, who had no powers of his own, and who would surely burn to a crisp if nothing was done and fast. Their golden gaze flickered, briefly flashing, only to turn the darkest shade of black as the fear finally took a grip on them.

They were fast to approach, all but running towards Lucifer and Masie, frantically peering around them and trying to find the tiger cub. One glance showed that he wasn't with them, or anywhere else close by... and so the only thing a panicked creature could conclude was that the chances that the child was burning up inside of the fire was highly probable. "Has anyone seen Sol?" they inquired, the panic seeping into their usually controlled voice even as they used their powers to start tugging at the fire itself to try and urge it to calm down and simultaneously reaching out for the nearest water source to douse the flames as fast as possible.

The Typhoon / Re: hymn for the weekend [ dual joining ]
« on: November 09, 2018, 02:24:22 PM »
// he's,, taking a long nap

Lirim themselves was exhausted; physically it didn't show, their eternally youthful features elegant and hauntingly sublime, but mentally they carried a burden that spanned six long years full of ache. There were good parts, of course, their entire life wasn't horrid... but there was a reason the void took such long breaks from mortality, returning to their true form only on occasion when important things caught their attention. For now, that was Sol, but how long they would remain in the living world was anyone's guess. Sometimes they were just too tired by the affairs of creatures that Lirim simply couldn't empathize with, unable to understand the petty conflicts that occasionally erupted. Their life was long and tedious, and it put a lot into perspective. Most didn't have that yet.

Sol surely didn't. His entire disposition was that expected of the youth, mostly carefree with a typical benevolence. It had rubbed off on him from his father, who (despite his harsher life) had done all he could to make it work. Sol was just as tenacious as Desperado... just younger, and much less tired than most of them were. Even Pip, only around a month older than Sol himself, was emotionally exhausted with what life had left them all.

Lirim knew they couldn't keep Sol happy for long, but they could try. His very name represented that which they all one day hoped for: peace. It was a beautiful name, Lirim had to praise their son for his choice, but it was so ironic given just how hard such peace was possible to achieve. But maybe Sol would be the one thing this world needed. He was an adventurous, altruistic soul, someone Lirim would follow if they could. He was too still too young to command respect, or to even expect it… perhaps he never even would. Perhaps he would grow up to be even more like Desperado, who didn’t demand anything but decency where it was due.

Lirim didn’t say anything when the child inquired innocently about his father. They were unaware that Sol already knew what death was, and as such found it difficult to explain where Desperado was. Even if they were, they wouldn’t have told the truth. No child should know that their parents were dead. No child should have to see their father’s dead body, broken and bloody and battered beyond recognition.

Des had died doing what he loved. He had fought for those who couldn’t fight for themselves till his dying breath. The regrets had only seemed to pile up the closer the duo got to the border of the Typhoon, until they were unable to feel anything else but the guilt clawing up their throat. They should have done better, or at least something. They used to be apathetic to a fault, and now they were paying for it.

It was the chime of the bell that ripped Lirim out of their thoughts and a grunt from out of their throat, pale gaze settling on Sol, who had successfully managed to get himself up on the rock and ring it. A few seconds passed, the sound fading away into nothing more than a memory, and then with a content rumble they moved forward to pick the child up and gently place him on the floor.

”I said to be careful,” they huffed, but the words lacked any bite to them, instead filled with affectionate amusement. They pressed one lick to his head before the sound of paws on the sand caught their attention. Their entire demeanor seemed to change in an instant. It was a mix of both habit and the fact that they held a life in their paws yet again that sent tension through their entire body, shoulders ceasing up and a deep warning growl reverberating through their chest. Their gaze was quick to shift and morph from the liquid gold it had just been into a black darker than the night, staring down at Cleo the moment she arrived. The look in their eyes was obvious - hurt one hair on his body, and you’re dead.

She didn’t seem as aggressive as others Lirim had met, but they knew that looks meant little in reality. She could have been just as dangerous as a dragon, and if they weren’t careful then the small bundle of fur that was moving around near their paws would suffer more than they would. They could come back and continue existing like nothing happened. If Sol came back… they couldn’t promise he’d be the same. Lirim didn’t want to chance that.

”Lirim Break. This-“ they lifted a paw and waved it at the child ”- is Sol. I wish to keep him here for the time being. This was… the last place we’ve seen his father, Desperado,” the warning came back, this time even sharper than last time. The message was just as clear, however. If she knew anything about the canine’s death, it would be better for her if she kept it to herself.

They were calmer when Peppino arrived, however, as more arrived and seemed just as young  as Sol. They still didn’t trust him, not completely, and the dark warning in their gaze didn’t fade just because he arrived. Children could be just as vile, but the chances were far lower, and this one in particular seemed kind enough for Lirim to not fear their influence. They watched as he set down two kits in front of them, dipping their head down in thanks before licking Sol once more and finally leaning back up in one smooth motion. ”Thank you. Soba - what do we say to be polite?” They glanced firmly at the child under their guard, urging him to follow in their footsteps. They wanted him to grow up good. It’s what their son would have wanted, and he was already too kind for such benevolence to go to waste as a result of negligence on the part of those who could help nurture it.

The Typhoon / Open hymn for the weekend [ dual joining ]
« on: November 09, 2018, 07:59:28 AM »
There weren't a lot of groups that Lirim liked. There were problems with all of them one way or another, whether personal or general, and it was one of the very reasons that had inevitably forced the void to simply return to their origins. Staying somewhere they didn't care much for was obsolete... until you had to come back for something greater.

The news of Des' death wasn't surprising to them. The man flirted with it on the daily with how many cigarettes he smoked, drinks he drank, and people he angered. He had already died once, but they had attempted to give him a second chance in life... only to have him make a child and then die again. Their entire life would have, in hindsight, been easier if they had just left their son alone the first time he chose to stop existing... and now they had to deal with this.

A small child, running ahead of them on the train tracks that led to the home of his father.

"Soba," their voice was strict, urging the cub to a halt before he went and completely threw himself off of the railroads and into the sea. It would be little more than an inconvenience, something that Lirim had their arsenal of powers to thank for... but they didn't want the child to get hurt even if they could ease the pain quickly thereafter. Maybe it would be better to let him learn life lessons and consequences... but they had a parental streak a mile long with this one, if only because they felt like it was their once chance to apologize to his original father. Lirim had failed Des... and now that the man was dead, leaving behind nothing but this tiny bundle of fur... they had to do something.

But their words did little to deter the small cub, as he continued to prance around the railroad tracks, clambering all over the sticks and stones and metal, coming close to slipping multiple times already and falling into the waters around them. A nervous, warning growl left the lion's throat when the white ball of fur almost tumbled headfirst into the liquid, a strong paw flicking out to steady him, and the grin and tiny 'thank you' send their way nearly caused their heart to melt. Lirim didn't claim to be a great parent; they had flaws that were often greater than those of others, and problems a mile long... but shit, if they weren't going to try and do something with their life until little Soba grew up to be someone good. Their usual murderous and apathetic tendencies were being pushed to the background.

"Be careful. The water is cold and you'll get sick," the feline huffed out, before letting go of Sol as he attempted to wriggle away from their grip, watching him nearly fall forward onto his face only to catch himself last minute. An exasperated sigh left their jaws, but it was undertoned with affection. They had forgotten what it was like to have children; they hadn't had someone to take care of in so long.

Biographies / Re: nonchalant [ lirim ]
« on: November 07, 2018, 10:10:15 PM »

natal chart

— ( leo sun ) Leos are the royal leaders of the Zodiac. The 5th in the line of Zodiac, Leos, much like their name, are strong, fierce, bold, courageous and regal in their lifestyles, ways and expression. Amazingly creative in almost all spheres of their lives, Leo individuals are independent and dominant. Known to be the most authoritative amongst all the Signs of Zodiac, Leos or Lions are often brave-hearts, and their confidence, ambition and positive thinking are exemplary and unparalleled. The word ‘doubt’ or, for that matter, ‘self doubt’ is not a part of a Leo’s dictionary. Driven and determined, often to the degree of excess, most Leo individuals precisely know what they want from a situation, in particular, and the life, in general. Or, as a learned man once said, “At least, they feel and believe they (Leos) know it all!”. In all the realms of life, Lions tend to be strong-willed, enthusiastic and energetic. Their ruler Sun bestows them with sparkle and zest – and also with glowing warmth and generosity. Coupled with their self-confidence, this kindness makes most Leos the joy and life of parties, gatherings and group activities. Most Leo-born natives are also outspoken and brazen – a quality that sometimes goes against them – much like their domineering streak. That said, in relationships and matters of love and sex – Lions are loving, amorous, chivalrous and a joy to behold – until to cross their path (against their wishes). Nonetheless, the never say die attitude of Leos helps them take their failures and setbacks in a positive stride. The exuberance and vitality of Leo is what makes their partners relish all the things the Leo personifies.

— ( capricorn moon ) Let’s get down to business. People born with a Capricorn moon sign in their natal chart are well-known for their reputation as the CEO of the zodiac. A Capricorn moon sign is highly ambitious, and tend toward leadership-oriented roles. They can often take on a lot of responsibility, assuming the guise of a parental/provider type, much like those born with their Sun in Capricorn. If your moon is in Capricorn, chances are you’re programmed to achieve success and accolades with ambition like no other. But sometimes, a Capricorn moon sign can forget that they have their own wants and desires that need to be fulfilled. While they’re “like a rock” in most times of hardship, a Capricorn moon sign can sometimes feel resentful, angry or frustrated from putting their obligatory duties before their own heart’s desires. Another challenge for a Capricorn moon sign is that they have a big challenge facing them: the task of openly facing their feelings and asking for what they really want. Ruled by Saturn, the zodiac’s teacher, a Capricorn moon sign can learn how to dig deep into their minds and hearts for the answers and take responsibility for their problems, rather than playing the victim. As a grounded earth sign symbolized by the sturdy Mountain Goat, a Capricorn moon sign can sometimes appear a bit rough around the edges, but they’re sense of stability and structure is what takes them far in life. It’s important for a Capricorn moon sign to work with a therapist or life coach, or be able to confide in close friends in order to help sort their complex emotions. In the realm of romantic relationships, a Capricorn moon sign needs to be able to mutually share and express their desires, as they’re also incredibly reliable and trustworthy. Stubborn by nature, it can sometimes be a challenge to see eye-to-eye with a Capricorn moon. And sometimes, they might hesitate to enter or leave a relationship due to the heavy weight of obligation they’ve imposed on themselves. Patience, more than anything else, is crucial when relating to those born with a Capricorn moon.

— ( scorpio rising ) Scorpio Ascendant people have a lot of presence. There is something about them that tells the world that they are not to be pushed around. Their manner commands respect, and in some cases, fear. Scorpio rising people can be quiet or loud, but they always seem powerful and determined. You either love or hate Scorpio rising people they are rarely people who go through life unnoticed. In fact, some of them are confused when faced with the fact that they get such strong reactions from others. They seem to look right through people, seeing through superficiality. This can be quite intimidating to some, and intriguing to others. Scorpio rising people, in their dealings with others, look for answers by reading between the lines. Surface details are discarded when they are getting a feel for people and situations around them. Scorpio rising people value their privacy so much, it can border on paranoia. They have a strong need to control their environment and are experts at strategy. Rarely people who will blow their chances with impatience, they plan out their moves carefully and deliberately, relying on their awesome ability to feel out others and situations. Scorpio rising natives are drawn to down-to-earth, natural partners. Reliability in their partner is very important. They generally look for complete commitment and have little patience with flighty partners.

Biographies / Re: nonchalant [ lirim ]
« on: November 07, 2018, 10:08:11 PM »

FULL NAME: lirim break
NAME ORIGIN: freedom
PHYSICAL AGE: 75 months [ GEN 1 ]
ACTUAL AGE: ageless / immortal
BIRTHDAY: 8th of august, 2012
GENDER: agender
PRONOUNS: they/them
SEXUALITY: asexual, aromantic

clans none. wanders to all groups.
friends ( difficult ) death. none on bob as of 11/7/18.
enemies ( easy ) all gods. many unnamed. none on bob as of 11/7/18.
family ( difficult ) founder of the break family. bubs. sol.
ambiguous allegiance Lirim’s allegiances are often so unclear as to be a prominent subject of debate among groups. No one is ever really sure who they are loyal to or if they even have loyalty to anyone. They don't tie themselves to one group, and can often be found in multiple areas at once, simply watching from behind the scenes without actively contributing or participating in group events. They do not engage in politics, or if they do they rarely have definite answers towards their decisions. Despite that, Lirim has a very strong sense of loyalty towards individuals they deem as worthy of their respect and trust. They assign trust based on merit, not based on the groups an individual has chosen to remain in.

PHYSICAL ADJECTIVES: intangeable. shifting. sublime. ethereal. monstrous.
main reference / voice reference
faceclaims no set faceclaims.
basics black shifting mass with no set body.
gait holds self proudly, walks like a royal. has an hauntingly ethereal way of moving.
behavior tends to offer a lot of nondistinct hums as an answer.

POSITIVE TRAITS: calm. courteous. dignified. disciplined. intelligent. intuitive. formal.
NEGATIVE TRAITS: authoritarian. proud. reserved. stubborn. apathetic. blunt. venomous.
intj Often intellectual, INTJs enjoy logical reasoning and complex problem-solving. They approach life by analyzing the theory behind what they see, and are typically focused inward, on their own thoughtful study of the world around them. INTJs are drawn to logical systems and are much less comfortable with the unpredictable nature of other people and their emotions. They are typically independent and selective about their relationships, preferring to associate with people who they find intellectually stimulating.
chaotic neutral A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy. To do so, he would have to be motivated either by good (and a desire to liberate others) or evil (and a desire to make those different from himself suffer). A chaotic neutral character may be unpredictable, but his behavior is not totally random. He is not as likely to jump off a bridge as to cross it.
water element Water types are articulate, clever and introspective, self-contained and self-sufficient. They are penetrating, critical and scrutinising, seeking knowledge and understanding. They like to remain hidden, enigmatic and anonymous.
the visionary Leave it to others to live by the status quo. The Visionary is interested in new ways of seeing, solutions not yet imagined, products not yet built.
the royal When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work.
the intellectual The Intellectual is the ultimate dinner-party guest. Engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.
black personality In color psychology, black means power and control, hanging on to information and things rather than giving out to others. Black is intimidating, unfriendly and unapproachable because of the power it exudes. It can prevent two-way communication because of its intimidation. The salesman wearing all black will make a lot of sales, but no friends! It radiates authority, but creates fear in the process. Black implies self-control and discipline, independence and a strong will, and giving an impression of authority and power. People who like black may be conventional, conservative and serious, or they may think of themselves as being sophisticated or very dignified. The color black is often seen as a color of sophistication. Black is the end, but the end always implies a new beginning. When the light appears, black becomes white, the color of new beginnings.

purchased : aesthetic elemental. air elemental. earth elemental. electricity elemental. enhanced senses. fire elemental. hybridization. intangibility. invisibility. large mythical or extinct creature. mental bond. mental manipulation and communication. shapeshifting. small mythical or extinct creature. telekineses. teleportation. water elemental.
planned : clairvoyance. conjuration. health transfer. possession. wall-walker. xray vision.

— the unbearable lightness of being. ancient souls. all black. classics. pinpointing a constellation. knowing five languages. sitting on wet grass. caught in the eye of the storm. cheekbones that could cut through glass. existential crisis. eternal exhaustion. disassociation. chiaroscuro. the sound of ocean waves, harp melodies, lyre, the soft voices of men and women singing in unison.walking as if you are light and weightless floating aloft, with the assurance of your wide-stretching wings at each side. raspy but commanding voices. the deep loneliness that comes from watching a beautiful sunset end.

— the physical embodiment of a section of the void.
powers that be usually referred to as the unseen, unnamed forces that pull the strings, Lirim is the embodiment of such powers brought to a more physical form. Being a part of the void, they are inherently in control of all life, death, and perpetuity that exists in all dimensions conceivable, although their mortal form often creates a different illusion due to the limitations it presents upon them. In their omniscient form, however, they represent the powers that be in full effect, but then cease to truly exist and be bound to only the bob world.
no biological sex Lirim has no secondary sex characteristics or reproductive organs when in their main body, and identify as agender. This is due to the fact that they do not have a true physical body to begin with, the mortal vessel they embody simply being a temporary body that allows them to traverse the dimension among others.
pure magic being Lirim, being a pure magic being, is basically magic incarnate. They have extraordinarily strong magical powers, approaching and able to surpass godlike levels when not bound by physical form. For Lirim, this magical energy that fuels them (the void) is indistinguishable to them from life energy, so running out of this magic is extremely dangerous and can mean fading out of the existence of the dimension.
complete immortality Lirim is both ageless and are, in all sense, unkillable as the void. Although their physical vessel can age and can die from fatal wounds, they are their own afterlife, returning to the void to become anew, therefore able to resurrect endlessly each time they are killed if they so wish.

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