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Full Name: Eechio Bloodmane
Nickname: None
Age: Unkown
Sex: Male
D.O.B: N/A
Race: Demon
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Children: None
Close Relatives: One Brother
Siblings: Romeo Bloodmane
Place of Birth: "Hell"
Current Residence: Unknown
Religion: Atheist
Zodiac: N/a
Occupation: Demon of Insanity
Speech/Native Tongue: Unlanguage
Other Known Languages: All known languages
Physical Characteristics
Height: 6'6''
Significant Body Marks/Modifications: Three pairs of elongated canines.
Eye Color: Dark Purple
Hair Color/Style: Dark Purple, ear length, fringe constantly covering one eye.
Glasses or contact lenses?: none
Skin color: Tan
Type of dress? Tight, white jumpsuit.
Health Conditions: Healthy
Right or Left Handed: Right
Pictures: None
Personal Details
Friends: None left alive.
Habits: Devouring Eyeballs.
Hobbies: Anything, is easily distracted
Favorite Sayings: "You're gaze looks delicious."
Favorite Color: Blue
Diet: Eats almost anything, is addicting to eating eyeballs.
Preferred Music: Orchestral Metal
Disabilities: None
Fears: The Asylum
Greatest flaw: Susceptibility to women
Best quality: Extremely protective
Talent/Skills: Sword fighting and pranking
Educational Background: None
Intelligence Level: Multi linguistic.
Learning Experiences: Being taught by his father to fight.
Any Mental Illnesses: Many
Regrets: The death of his keeper
What makes one happy?: Eyes
How does one believe they are perceived by others?: A man to be avoided
How self-confident are they?: Extremely
Is one ruled by emotion or logic or some combination thereof?: Emotion
What would most embarrass them?: Not finishing his food.
Combat Details
Preferred Weapons: Twin sickles
Fighting Style: Death by one thousands cuts
Weakness: Tactics
Resistances: Mortal weaponry
Abilities: Can devour insanity of others, making himself stronger. Can utilise demonic energy and nightmare auras.
Full Name: Eechio Bloodmane
Nickname: None
Age: Unkown
Sex: Male
D.O.B: N/A
Race: Demon
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Children: None
Close Relatives: One Brother
Siblings: Romeo Bloodmane
Place of Birth: "Hell"
Current Residence: Unknown
Religion: Atheist
Zodiac: N/a
Occupation: Demon of Insanity
Speech/Native Tongue: Unlanguage
Other Known Languages: All known languages
Physical Characteristics
Height: 6'6''
Significant Body Marks/Modifications: Three pairs of elongated canines.
Eye Color: Dark Purple
Hair Color/Style: Dark Purple, ear length, fringe constantly covering one eye.
Glasses or contact lenses?: none
Skin color: Tan
Type of dress? Tight, white jumpsuit.
Health Conditions: Healthy
Right or Left Handed: Right
Pictures: None
Personal Details
Friends: None left alive.
Habits: Devouring Eyeballs.
Hobbies: Anything, is easily distracted
Favorite Sayings: "You're gaze looks delicious."
Favorite Color: Blue
Diet: Eats almost anything, is addicting to eating eyeballs.
Preferred Music: Orchestral Metal
Disabilities: None
Fears: The Asylum
Greatest flaw: Susceptibility to women
Best quality: Extremely protective
Talent/Skills: Sword fighting and pranking
Educational Background: None
Intelligence Level: Multi linguistic.
Learning Experiences: Being taught by his father to fight.
Any Mental Illnesses: Many
Regrets: The death of his keeper
What makes one happy?: Eyes
How does one believe they are perceived by others?: A man to be avoided
How self-confident are they?: Extremely
Is one ruled by emotion or logic or some combination thereof?: Emotion
What would most embarrass them?: Not finishing his food.
Combat Details
Preferred Weapons: Twin sickles
Fighting Style: Death by one thousands cuts
Weakness: Tactics
Resistances: Mortal weaponry
Abilities: Can devour insanity of others, making himself stronger. Can utilise demonic energy and nightmare auras.
Literature
the dead and the dying
the funny thing about
humans is that
we think we are
invincible and immortal
gods.
no—
we're all
roadkill,
living in
a tainted world
where cars drive
too damn fast.
and me,
well,
i just try to
get by without
being hit
more than once.
Literature
Desperation
I wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only
Literature
confessions of a misguided poet
certain things in my mind
would be better left unsaid,
such as:
i. how I stared at a bottle of pills
for an hour as if they would slide down
my throat on their own.
ii. when I stepped out of the shower
with bloody knees and didn't bother
to put a band aid over them.
iii. why I can't keep a smile long
enough for someone to take
my picture.
iv. who I wanted to be when I was
a little girl and who I am
right here and now.
v. where I tried to jump off a
bridge and landed in water
deep enough for me to swim in.
vi. what I wanted to scream at
you that day but I just stayed
silent and hoped you would forget.
no more pretty words and
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