Tic
Time passes quickly, the hazey figures from the past fade like sand. Your born, toi grow and learn. Then toi die.
Toc
Donny laid his bed, letting the minutes pass on by. His dark brown hair scrabbled across his face, looking at the ceiling. He hated it. Life. What he had done with himself.
Sure, he had a job, a house, a pet and an adopted kid. But he hated almost everything else. Sometimes he wished he could go back, restart the clock, and remake himself. But he couldn't. Life was stupid. Life was unfair. Granted, if he wasn't so shy he might have had fun in high school. Maybe if he wasn't shy, they wouldn't call him a freak, a nobody, gay.
He covered his eyes with his hands. Gay. That hurt the most. He never got a girl. And he sure didn't get a guy.
Diomedes was a an younger than him. He was 19, tall, black-and-red haired.
Donny wished he could lie like him. Fake emotions like that fool. Fake a smile when everything hurt like a stab from a knife.
He took it back almost instantly. He understood Dio's problems, he really did. He was bullied as a kid and spent most of middle school in the hospital due to an accident.
Dio tried to act tough, but Donny could tell it was a lie most of the time. Dio tried hard not to need help others. Ah, that stubborn cousin.
Donny gave him credit though. He knew something about Dio, so personal he dared never to speak of it. Ever.
Kitty claws soon covered his stomach. Letting out a 'meow' the tiny kitten made its way to his face, covering him in kitty kisses. A sign he'd come to know as "Hey, feed me,".
Flinging the cat across the room he stands and dresses himself. He had an heure for work, and still had to take the kid to school.
Storming into the room across the hall, he leaned over the bed. "Hey, Con. You're gonna be late for school again." He whispered into the large, rabbit ears.
Conner's ear twitched at the sudden sound of Donny. He groaned at the thought of another jour of school. He went yesterday, and the jour before, why did he have to suffer another jour of jail?
The older male stood, his tall, rather slim, self up. "I'll make breakfast. Brush your teeth and hair... And put on some decent clothes." He told him, looking at his bare body
Conner's mind stuttered for a moment, and looked down. Bright red, he threw a oreiller at Donny, letting a "get out" yell.
oreiller thrown in his face, he ran down stairs before the livres came next.
. . .
The smell of crêpes filled the house within minutes. Conner hopped on the rail of the stairs, letting himself fall, swirling around the rail and down, soon making his way to the kitchen.
Grabbing a pancake from the stack and plopping it into his mouth, he packed some for lunch for later. Sometimes it surprised Donny that this boy was once an orphan, how he had to defend himself on the streets if need be.
Donny remembered stubbling across Conner's room in the hospital. Conner had been beaten in the streets and stuck in a coma for some time.
Tossing the backpack to the rabbit, Donny grabbed the keys to the car.
. . .
Time passes quickly, the hazey figures from the past fade like sand. Your born, toi grow and learn. Then toi die.
Toc
Donny laid his bed, letting the minutes pass on by. His dark brown hair scrabbled across his face, looking at the ceiling. He hated it. Life. What he had done with himself.
Sure, he had a job, a house, a pet and an adopted kid. But he hated almost everything else. Sometimes he wished he could go back, restart the clock, and remake himself. But he couldn't. Life was stupid. Life was unfair. Granted, if he wasn't so shy he might have had fun in high school. Maybe if he wasn't shy, they wouldn't call him a freak, a nobody, gay.
He covered his eyes with his hands. Gay. That hurt the most. He never got a girl. And he sure didn't get a guy.
Diomedes was a an younger than him. He was 19, tall, black-and-red haired.
Donny wished he could lie like him. Fake emotions like that fool. Fake a smile when everything hurt like a stab from a knife.
He took it back almost instantly. He understood Dio's problems, he really did. He was bullied as a kid and spent most of middle school in the hospital due to an accident.
Dio tried to act tough, but Donny could tell it was a lie most of the time. Dio tried hard not to need help others. Ah, that stubborn cousin.
Donny gave him credit though. He knew something about Dio, so personal he dared never to speak of it. Ever.
Kitty claws soon covered his stomach. Letting out a 'meow' the tiny kitten made its way to his face, covering him in kitty kisses. A sign he'd come to know as "Hey, feed me,".
Flinging the cat across the room he stands and dresses himself. He had an heure for work, and still had to take the kid to school.
Storming into the room across the hall, he leaned over the bed. "Hey, Con. You're gonna be late for school again." He whispered into the large, rabbit ears.
Conner's ear twitched at the sudden sound of Donny. He groaned at the thought of another jour of school. He went yesterday, and the jour before, why did he have to suffer another jour of jail?
The older male stood, his tall, rather slim, self up. "I'll make breakfast. Brush your teeth and hair... And put on some decent clothes." He told him, looking at his bare body
Conner's mind stuttered for a moment, and looked down. Bright red, he threw a oreiller at Donny, letting a "get out" yell.
oreiller thrown in his face, he ran down stairs before the livres came next.
. . .
The smell of crêpes filled the house within minutes. Conner hopped on the rail of the stairs, letting himself fall, swirling around the rail and down, soon making his way to the kitchen.
Grabbing a pancake from the stack and plopping it into his mouth, he packed some for lunch for later. Sometimes it surprised Donny that this boy was once an orphan, how he had to defend himself on the streets if need be.
Donny remembered stubbling across Conner's room in the hospital. Conner had been beaten in the streets and stuck in a coma for some time.
Tossing the backpack to the rabbit, Donny grabbed the keys to the car.
. . .
Darkfyre: Biohazard, are we recording?
Biohazard: How did toi miss the red light?
Darkfyre: ... So that's a yes?
Titanium: No, that red light means the battery's low!
Darkfyre: Sheesh, don't get all cranky, Ms. Mouthless.
Biohazard: Just explain it, already!
Darkfyre: Fine, fine! It all started when I witnessed the epic battle between Hyper Metal Sonic and Sonic.
Oh, how amazing it was to see that fight. That scene of Sonic hitting his balls par landing on the pointy thing on the front of Robotnik's hovercraft... *chuckles* It's still funny just thinking about it!
Anyways, I had known about Metal Sonic during its development. I had watched Robotnik build it himself.
Chaos Digifyre is still in development; I, too, need life data from Wyldfyre in order for Digifyre to fully function. Just toi wait, Wyldfyre. When I complete Digifyre, the only things keeping toi alive will be a wish and a prayer.
Biohazard: How did toi miss the red light?
Darkfyre: ... So that's a yes?
Titanium: No, that red light means the battery's low!
Darkfyre: Sheesh, don't get all cranky, Ms. Mouthless.
Biohazard: Just explain it, already!
Darkfyre: Fine, fine! It all started when I witnessed the epic battle between Hyper Metal Sonic and Sonic.
Oh, how amazing it was to see that fight. That scene of Sonic hitting his balls par landing on the pointy thing on the front of Robotnik's hovercraft... *chuckles* It's still funny just thinking about it!
Anyways, I had known about Metal Sonic during its development. I had watched Robotnik build it himself.
Chaos Digifyre is still in development; I, too, need life data from Wyldfyre in order for Digifyre to fully function. Just toi wait, Wyldfyre. When I complete Digifyre, the only things keeping toi alive will be a wish and a prayer.
Name: Snow Identity
Age: 20
Species: (Three-mood) Identity
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Light Blue with dark red eye lashes
Main color: White
Secondary color (stripes): she has dark red stripes on her arms and legs but they’re covered par her clothing.
Hair color: None
Clothing
A long black cloak, with white fourrure collars at the neck, arms, and a white fourrure end on the cloak-dress
Personality: Snow is friendly, though can be a bit aggressive. She doesn’t attack normally, and prefers to find réponses through talking over fighting. She is sensitive to people, and tries not to bother anyone if she can.
Abilities: Snow has morphing and originally had chaos energy powers until she swapped them for Magic-energy so that she could no longer be controlled par other identities.
Age: 20
Species: (Three-mood) Identity
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Light Blue with dark red eye lashes
Main color: White
Secondary color (stripes): she has dark red stripes on her arms and legs but they’re covered par her clothing.
Hair color: None
Clothing
A long black cloak, with white fourrure collars at the neck, arms, and a white fourrure end on the cloak-dress
Personality: Snow is friendly, though can be a bit aggressive. She doesn’t attack normally, and prefers to find réponses through talking over fighting. She is sensitive to people, and tries not to bother anyone if she can.
Abilities: Snow has morphing and originally had chaos energy powers until she swapped them for Magic-energy so that she could no longer be controlled par other identities.
So I just started yet another species, this time called "Ifedines"
toi may notice the similarities to Identities, but I assure toi that they are different.
First of all they don't morph and they don't have chaos energy powers.
Secondly they don't have the same origin, and aren't even mobians really (But they are sonic fan characters).
However if toi want to know what their origin is, and find out plus info, you’ll have to wait till there’s plus involvement in “Mobius Academy: Evolution” (link) as this is where they first appear.
After that I will make an official guide to them, but not until we get plus people on the forum.
So till then,
Happy Roleplaying and fan on.
EAT PIE AND PROSPER
toi may notice the similarities to Identities, but I assure toi that they are different.
First of all they don't morph and they don't have chaos energy powers.
Secondly they don't have the same origin, and aren't even mobians really (But they are sonic fan characters).
However if toi want to know what their origin is, and find out plus info, you’ll have to wait till there’s plus involvement in “Mobius Academy: Evolution” (link) as this is where they first appear.
After that I will make an official guide to them, but not until we get plus people on the forum.
So till then,
Happy Roleplaying and fan on.
EAT PIE AND PROSPER
Name: Sydni Flare
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Species: Cat
Born: October 2, 1995
Origin Born in: Flarecosta Town
fourrure Color: Royal Purple
Parents: Suzanna Flare (Father Unown)
Personality: Artistic, Smart, Sweet, Cute
Likes: Waffles, Pie, Watermelon, Japanese, Games, Purple, Cute Boys, Friends, and just being Lazy sometimes.
musique Genre: Pop, Japanese, Electro. (Anything in those catagories)
Dislikes: People who like to tick her off, Sassy Chicks, Work, and School.
Powers/Weapons: feu powers and Phychic powers.
Relationships: Married to Stephen the Cat, Dated Jeremy the Hedgehog in High School, Had Dated Silver the Hedgehog in Middle School.
Chaos Emeralds: Sydni Orginally owns the Purple Chaos émeraude from birth, donné to her in which she had purple fourrure and matching powers.
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Species: Cat
Born: October 2, 1995
Origin Born in: Flarecosta Town
fourrure Color: Royal Purple
Parents: Suzanna Flare (Father Unown)
Personality: Artistic, Smart, Sweet, Cute
Likes: Waffles, Pie, Watermelon, Japanese, Games, Purple, Cute Boys, Friends, and just being Lazy sometimes.
musique Genre: Pop, Japanese, Electro. (Anything in those catagories)
Dislikes: People who like to tick her off, Sassy Chicks, Work, and School.
Powers/Weapons: feu powers and Phychic powers.
Relationships: Married to Stephen the Cat, Dated Jeremy the Hedgehog in High School, Had Dated Silver the Hedgehog in Middle School.
Chaos Emeralds: Sydni Orginally owns the Purple Chaos émeraude from birth, donné to her in which she had purple fourrure and matching powers.