it shouldn't be...
but I'll probably have overtime...
Meaning I'll probably be at work until 2 or 3 am
=.=
"It's in the stars.
It's been written in the scars on our hearts.
Your head is running wild again, my dear. We still have everythin'. We're not broken, just bent. I'll fix it for us.
Our love's enough. "
~ Hello, I am Sadrain, a ghost Caracal, but you can call me Rainy.
Nice to meet you. =^-^= ~
~Questing: Yearlies, RIGs, Lot of MIs, RUNES (always), Aurum Shop: Selling MOST EIs | NOT updated buying thread ~
|~ Status:
Questing so much things I don't know where to start ~|
Username:Belial
Mules: None actually, I probably should make one
Race: Half human/Half Isto (but he doesn't know this yet)
Character Name: Belial
Story:
Belial was the only name he had ever known, what his former was, only his parents knew and who they were was a mystery as well When he was a child he grew up in an orphanage, every year hoping that this time it would be HIM that was adopted out. Each year he grew older and older, watching his playmates disappear and go off into the sunset holding two sets of hands.
He genuinely tried to be happy for them but after a while it became forced, meaningless. He stopped socializing and lost himself in his books. The shame of being so selfish felt like a weight on his resigned shoulders. The seeds of bitterness and being hollow grew inside of him just like the sunflowers outside. He was tired of always being the one left behind, unwanted, an inconvenience.
Finally, with only a few months before the orphanage had to let him go, he ran. Noone would want a kid who was practically a man anyway. Just like a pet store, the younger puppies always the first to go. Years since he had ran from that place and he still had the same bad dreams. Some warped place of chess, fire, machinery, and talking creatures which would cause him to sit up in a sweat. Why was it so frightening and yet so unbelievably familiar?
A few months of being homeless caused Belial, to meet the only blessing in his life as he was breaking into houses for food.The man had been gruff, hated children, and was nearly ready to call the police but under all that bravado he was a miracle. He took Belial in and taught the boy to cook, how to read, write, and to hunt, though ending a creatures life put a bad taste in his mouth. Then he learned that not everything was as it seemed, In the dead of night things happened. Things that up until then had only been in his books but the man had taught him well.
Truth really was stranger than fiction and what it was made him question the order of things as well as his own sanity. He had other concerns that were more pressing but sometimes when you go digging, you unearth skeletons that should have remained buried. The descent had only just begun but his thirst was so severe, be it courage or outright stupidity, He would keep digging into this "other world" just to find out who exactly he was. Come hell or high water he would find out why he was so callously abandoned at an orphanage. However just maybe hell really would come first as Belial continues his journey for answers.
Down the rabbit hole you go, Belial, the first step is a doozy!
Too many things to work on! Must finish poem before starting on trispheee writings. Alas! One more hour to go on the poem before I pooch the deadline. Eep!
sadrain; I'll be fine
Thanks~
Work was… work but could've been better
-Lucid; I was as it always is [dreadful]
Belial; Make sure you don't want to make any changes. Once it is accepted You will not be able to change anything.
Funkduder; I'm not sure when it ends x.x;;;
I'll ask Fen when the contests close.
Nightmare; Cool~ Glad your joining.
Chasm can enter but would only get Tokens? o.o
"It's in the stars.
It's been written in the scars on our hearts.
Your head is running wild again, my dear. We still have everythin'. We're not broken, just bent. I'll fix it for us.
Our love's enough. "