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░▒▓ e x i s t a n c e ▓▒░ WARNING: Contains disturbing content such as murder and profanity. Fanfiction is not completed Key ★ -- Basic Information ░▒▓ Character Roster ▓▒░ Available Characters: 7/10 Form Name: Gender: Age: [optional] Likes:
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Personality: Backstory: [optional] Appearance: [PREFERABLY ON MICEPIX.] Characters Beth Name: "Beth" full name is a secret Gender: Female Age: 15 (in mouse years) Likes:
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Personality: Beth is a creative yet sly mouse. She is loyal to her friends until the bitter end or when circumstances are too harsh. Even though she hates dragging her lazy ass butt along to save everyone that is theoretically stronger than her, she will even go at lengths to sacrifice herself for the betterment of mousekind. On the other hand, Beth is the type of person who would rather stay at home and play video games (hint: think hyperdimension neptunia--). She is known for her childish attitude under normal circumstances or temper when things don't really go her way. However, she is a caring person when it comes to her friends. She is also stubborn due to the fact that she would probably say that everything about her is alright even though they aren't really alright. Backstory: She does not have any memories of her past. All she knows is that she was born into a wealthy family that is now currently nowhere to be seen. (This story will be revealed in the fanfiction.) Appearance: yes I gave beth a new appearance for this story Trevan Name: Trevan Hemurokku Gender: male Age: 16 Likes:
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Personality: Quieter than one would think, he tends to listen more than anything. Smart and quick, from having to escape some rude people in the past, as well as sneaking into the library in his hometown, as well as the other towns he was at. Backstory: From Moalesa, Trevan was always the odd man out. So, he left. Since he never knew his parents, bouncing from home to foster home, he had no qualms about leaving a place where he felt like he was always watched. When he was young, he always went into the woods around them, preferring to be there than in the town. Appearance: Atari Name: Ataraxis (preferably called Atari) Gender: Female Age: 17 Likes:
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Personality: Quiet, shy, hardly laughs, introvert, reflective, selects a few people in her life, keeps herself in a dark, quiet room, really nice when you know her, deep-thinker, claustrophobic, unfriendly when you hurt her or other people she likes Backstory: She was adopted when she was young, and never got to see her parents. The one who adopted her wasn't that wealthy, but she had enough for food and clothes, but not for a big house or schools. She taught herself to read, write, talk, etc. When she was 11, 2 adults went up to her to tell her that her parents died, and so did her adopter. She didn't feel that sad or mad about her parents, but she was mostly hurt about her adopter. She strived to avenge her, and she trains herself for anything each day.
░▒▓ Story Information ▓▒░ Backstory In each chapter is a clue. Solve the puzzle and you might win a happy ending in the fanfiction. ░▒▓About Trona▓▒░ ░▒▓ Episode 0: Null ▓▒░ The small figure was lounging against a chair, a phone to her ear. She was nodding along, somewhat, even though her thoughts were clouded due to the time of night. She had chosen to stay after working hours again at the Sena Shaman Force building. "Mm-hmm," she murmured sleepily as she kept listening to the voice over the phone. The chief of the Moalesa department, paranoid as always, chirped through the device with worry. He kept mentioning something about a case from about a decade ago. Her vision was hazy as she tried to concentrate on the document she was working on while dealing with the overreactive chief. He let out a frustrated sigh soon after he was done talking. "You're not even listening to me, are you?" She shook her head in an attempt to arouse herself. "Nope, although you kept mentioning about murder," she replied, shrugging. "Maybe it's because Java 'murdered' your cheese again, if you know what I mean." "I-- wha-- no!" he sputtered. "At least, I hope not... but that's not the point." A moment of hesitation passed before he continued. "Let's just say... the fancy schmancy house in our little town of Riodette has struck again." "Psht… big deal," the teenage mouse stated almost unbelievingly. "That case was as real as my hopes and dreams." "Which are quite real according to your chief." She lowered her head, silently cursing her chief. "Anyways, the demonic force terrorizing that house has murdered a family again. Only a couple, but that's serious, even for our department," the chief continued. "Two mice murdered by a..." The mouse put a tentative paw on her keyboard. "Chief Hyames, you're too tired. It's one in the morning. You're bound to say stuff like 'demonic force' and all that crap." Another sigh issued from the other end. "We can NOT let this case go unsolved, even if this one is not related to the other case some time ago." The chief paused. "I asked your chief about it earlier today, and he agreed to send out a task force with you towards Moalesa. You will investigate that house." Another pause. "I hear you have quite the knack for solving mysteries." "Err, not really..." She blushed, leaning closer to the computer. "When can I go out?" "Before nightfall tomorrow, okay?" The chief chuckled in relief. "Talk to y--" The sentence was cut by static. What the... The static ended. The mouse wasn't sure on what to say. "Hello there." She flinched, surprised that the voice had changed. Deeper. More demonic and feminine. Terrorizing. "I can not wait to see you." Her breath came in gasps now as her heartrate increased. "And soon, you and your allies will fall under my grasp, mortal." The line went dead. The mouse had to stand in position for several long minutes, calming her heart rate. Once she was done, she believed that something bad was going on that had to deal with the house. "Shit," she whispered, looking down. She then looked up, deciding on something. "I better put on 'help wanted' posters like everyone else does or something..." The mouse slumped in her chair at this thought. "But I don't wanna..." She kept staring at the ceiling, bored. The hazy vision that she had had was gone and she was now wide awake even though it was one in the morning. "I'll do the posters on here now and post them tomorrow..." She put her paws on the keyboard again. "Then we'll see who actually shows up." She logged back in as the user "BETH" and started to work. The answer is within ourselves ░▒▓ Credits & Acknowledgements ▓▒░ Create a mouse for forms here: Transformice Dressroom SPECIAL THANKS TO: ░▒▓ Previous Fanfictions ▓▒░ This only includes the important fanfictions uwu Dernière modification le 1550257620000 |
Bethdacat « Consul » 1548048300000
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Bastlase « Sénateur » 1549025760000
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Wow, Shakra and Rashneil are gods now Name: Trevan Hemurokku Gender: male Age: 16 Likes:
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Personality: Quieter than one would think, he tends to listen more than anything. Smart and quick, from having to escape some rude people in the past, as well as sneaking into the library in his hometown, as well as the other towns he was at. Backstory: From Moalesa, Trevan was always the odd man out. So, he left. Since he never knew his parents, bouncing from home to foster home, he had no qualms about leaving a place where he felt like he was always watched. When he was young, he always went into the woods around them, preferring to be there than in the town. Appearance: Dernière modification le 1549029660000 |
Bethdacat « Consul » 1549306800000
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Bastlase a dit : Not exactly, the mortal mice think of them as gods but the Gemstone mice don't consider themselves gods Otherwise Shakra and Rashneil are very smol gods-- Also, accepted |
Leeeeeeeeeevi « Consul » 1549750260000
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this is long Name: Ataraxis (preferably called Atari) Gender: Female Age: 17 Likes:
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Personality: Quiet, shy, hardly laughs, introvert, reflective, selects a few people in her life, keeps herself in a dark, quiet room, really nice when you know her, deep-thinker, claustrophobic, unfriendly when you hurt her or other people she likes Backstory: She was adopted when she was young, and never got to see her parents. The one who adopted her wasn't that wealthy, but she had enough for food and clothes, but not for a big house or schools. She taught herself to read, write, talk, etc. When she was 11, 2 adults went up to her to tell her that her parents died, and so did her adopter. She didn't feel that sad or mad about her parents, but she was mostly hurt about her adopter. She strived to avenge her, and she trains herself for anything each day.
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Bethdacat « Consul » 1550154180000
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Leeeeeeeeeevi a dit : Accepted,and I better update the OP soon-- |
Bastlase « Sénateur » 1550169840000
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and please get another chappie ^_^ |