November 11, 1765
Diary,
I wrote the note for Matthew this morning and took it to the park and hid it in our hollow. Surely he should find it easily after finding you, Diary, whenever "my time comes," as Mama says. Seeing as our tree is the only one in the entirety of the park that has a hollow larger than that of a tea kettle engraved on the side of it, he should be able to find it even if he is a fifty-year-old man and senile! Forgive me, Diary, for laughing, but it lightens my heart so to think of little Matthew as an old man! It is strange. . . This is the first time I have laughed like this. . . since I can remember. It reminds me o
November 10, 1765
Diary,
I haven't been feeling very well since Papa's most recent. . . fit. I have been having the most terrible migraines all day, and Mama suspects that they are the result of hitting my head on the corner of the table Papa had made long before he picked up the bottle. I have a rather large scab on my right temple as well as a rather large bruise intruding into my scalp and upper cheek. My eye is very bloodshot and a bit black, so Mama said she might pop in at the apothecary down the street. She made the impetuous mistake of mentioning the apothecary in the presence of Papa (he had just risen from a deep slumber and wa
November 9, 1765
Diary,
Today was. . . better. . . I suppose. Papa didn't give us another beating today, I should say. He came home only but an hour ago, and it is now a quarter after ten. He must have found some alley to sleep in or went to one of his drunkard chum's to have more spirits. Wherever he was, I'm glad he wasn't here. He's been at that bottle of ale upon the mantle for quite some time now, and even more frequently of the late. Diary, Papa's been trying to. . . No. I should not say. I have already said much too much.
I indeed took Matthew to Primrose Hill today. We pleaded for Mama to come with us, but she claimed she had c
November 7, 1765
Diary,
I'm so glad that it is not possible for you to know Fear. Things are worse. Things have become so horrible that I can hardly bear it. I cry into my pillow every night, never resting. Who could sleep peacefully through the screams and tremors, I do not know. At the moment, you, Diary, are my only refuge. I only wish Matthew was as lucky as I to have a friend such as you.
But that is all for tonight, Diary. The wick grows short, and Matthew is stirring beside me-- from the noise enveloping us or myself writing to you, I know not.
Good Night,
M.C.
Because Death has been around since the beginning of life, he has realized that the people of the world today is becoming more and more broken, unsatisfied, angry, resenting, and full of hate. He is curiously drawn to these people and one realized that the origination of their feelings came from, most often, a single even that offset it and spiraled out of control. Death found these facts intriguing and as he dug deeper into each of these human's souls, he found these people's memories, and the dreadful emotions attached to them extremely satifying. The complication of it all. The way the people reacted to what had happened to them and their
The Land of Between by DemisesBreathOCT, literature
Literature
The Land of Between
The Atmosphere's effects.
First of all, the Land of Between is just what it sounds like: It's a land between two others. These two other "lands" are the lands of the Living and the land of the Dead. The Land of Between is just a middle world that has different rules than either of the other worlds. It is typically uninhabited by any but Death himself. All others who enter this world are neither alive, nor dead. Here is a list of "Rules" for the Land of Between.
1. Your character cannot die in the Land of Between. Upon signing "Death's Contract," your soul belongs to him, and you cannot and will not die unless/until you lose and Death takes
"Death's Contract" is a worn sheet of parchment that is a faded gray and has several little tears fraying from its curling edges. The top and the bottom of the page curls as if it has been scrolled for many years. The print is a long, scrawling font that appears to be of several centuries past. This print ranges from small to large, and leaves massive spaces in between sections of the foot and a half long page, and it read as follows:
The Reaper's Reference Sheet by DemisesBreathOCT, literature
Literature
The Reaper's Reference Sheet
The Reaper's Reference Sheet
Name: Limos (Death)
Age: Since the beginning of life.
Gender: Most often referred to as a "he;" he really is not applicable.
Place of Origin: Unkown
Appearance: Looks a bit like a dementor (a.k.a. creatures from Harry Potter), with the exception that the edges of his cloak slightly dissipates into black smoke. This is especially obvious when looking towards the bottom of the cloak, where, at no immediate location, the material is only black smoke so that Limos appears to glide across the floor. His entire being is transparent when looked at directly; he only appears solid when looked at indirectly, such as th
November 11, 1765
Diary,
I wrote the note for Matthew this morning and took it to the park and hid it in our hollow. Surely he should find it easily after finding you, Diary, whenever "my time comes," as Mama says. Seeing as our tree is the only one in the entirety of the park that has a hollow larger than that of a tea kettle engraved on the side of it, he should be able to find it even if he is a fifty-year-old man and senile! Forgive me, Diary, for laughing, but it lightens my heart so to think of little Matthew as an old man! It is strange. . . This is the first time I have laughed like this. . . since I can remember. It reminds me o
November 10, 1765
Diary,
I haven't been feeling very well since Papa's most recent. . . fit. I have been having the most terrible migraines all day, and Mama suspects that they are the result of hitting my head on the corner of the table Papa had made long before he picked up the bottle. I have a rather large scab on my right temple as well as a rather large bruise intruding into my scalp and upper cheek. My eye is very bloodshot and a bit black, so Mama said she might pop in at the apothecary down the street. She made the impetuous mistake of mentioning the apothecary in the presence of Papa (he had just risen from a deep slumber and wa
November 9, 1765
Diary,
Today was. . . better. . . I suppose. Papa didn't give us another beating today, I should say. He came home only but an hour ago, and it is now a quarter after ten. He must have found some alley to sleep in or went to one of his drunkard chum's to have more spirits. Wherever he was, I'm glad he wasn't here. He's been at that bottle of ale upon the mantle for quite some time now, and even more frequently of the late. Diary, Papa's been trying to. . . No. I should not say. I have already said much too much.
I indeed took Matthew to Primrose Hill today. We pleaded for Mama to come with us, but she claimed she had c
November 7, 1765
Diary,
I'm so glad that it is not possible for you to know Fear. Things are worse. Things have become so horrible that I can hardly bear it. I cry into my pillow every night, never resting. Who could sleep peacefully through the screams and tremors, I do not know. At the moment, you, Diary, are my only refuge. I only wish Matthew was as lucky as I to have a friend such as you.
But that is all for tonight, Diary. The wick grows short, and Matthew is stirring beside me-- from the noise enveloping us or myself writing to you, I know not.
Good Night,
M.C.
Because Death has been around since the beginning of life, he has realized that the people of the world today is becoming more and more broken, unsatisfied, angry, resenting, and full of hate. He is curiously drawn to these people and one realized that the origination of their feelings came from, most often, a single even that offset it and spiraled out of control. Death found these facts intriguing and as he dug deeper into each of these human's souls, he found these people's memories, and the dreadful emotions attached to them extremely satifying. The complication of it all. The way the people reacted to what had happened to them and their
The Land of Between by DemisesBreathOCT, literature
Literature
The Land of Between
The Atmosphere's effects.
First of all, the Land of Between is just what it sounds like: It's a land between two others. These two other "lands" are the lands of the Living and the land of the Dead. The Land of Between is just a middle world that has different rules than either of the other worlds. It is typically uninhabited by any but Death himself. All others who enter this world are neither alive, nor dead. Here is a list of "Rules" for the Land of Between.
1. Your character cannot die in the Land of Between. Upon signing "Death's Contract," your soul belongs to him, and you cannot and will not die unless/until you lose and Death takes
"Death's Contract" is a worn sheet of parchment that is a faded gray and has several little tears fraying from its curling edges. The top and the bottom of the page curls as if it has been scrolled for many years. The print is a long, scrawling font that appears to be of several centuries past. This print ranges from small to large, and leaves massive spaces in between sections of the foot and a half long page, and it read as follows:
The Reaper's Reference Sheet by DemisesBreathOCT, literature
Literature
The Reaper's Reference Sheet
The Reaper's Reference Sheet
Name: Limos (Death)
Age: Since the beginning of life.
Gender: Most often referred to as a "he;" he really is not applicable.
Place of Origin: Unkown
Appearance: Looks a bit like a dementor (a.k.a. creatures from Harry Potter), with the exception that the edges of his cloak slightly dissipates into black smoke. This is especially obvious when looking towards the bottom of the cloak, where, at no immediate location, the material is only black smoke so that Limos appears to glide across the floor. His entire being is transparent when looked at directly; he only appears solid when looked at indirectly, such as th
OCT Audition: Colorless_Part 2 by BlueZaoldyeck22, literature
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OCT Audition: Colorless_Part 2
"Differences is a gift, Sunou... It's a gift that God had given to you..."
I remembered what my parent's said to me before they died; They said just because I'm 'different' doesn't mean I have to be ashamed. They said no matter what I look like, no matter people called us what, no matter how bad those folks treat us like, they will still take care of me, because I'm their precious son.
But in the end they died because protecting me...
For western folks in this time, albino is not something that easily accepted among them. Many of them think it as a result of the angry God for satanic cult.
The angry folks who think my parents as a satanic
my life and yukiko's lifes jnl by heavenlypelt, literature
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my life and yukiko's lifes jnl
What's this why was my soul embedded into this body why am I here? Is there a reason for everything that goes on in my life or is it just a test from god? A test to see how strong I am a test to see the outcome of everything a test that'll someday give me a reason to live...a test that tells me the answer to everything? What is this why does this happen to me?
Why do they think they can do these things to me ? Why do they think I'm weak because I try to walk away why do they think I'm weak because I try to ignore everything why do they think I'm weak because I want out of a room the
Yukiko's Reference Sheet by heavenlypelt, literature
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Yukiko's Reference Sheet
Yukiko's Reference Sheet
Name: Yukiko (Meaning = Rare Child) Ghoti (fish, although i like how it sounds pernounced the japanese way)
AGE: 16
Sex: Female
Birth Date: February 18th
Blood Type: B+
Race: Half Japanese, Half American
Home Town: Yashima (A Ghost Town)
He
Ophelia's Reference Sheet by SashanaMarie, literature
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Ophelia's Reference Sheet
Basics
Name: Ophelia Rodal
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Hometown: Ashton, Illinois
School: Franklin HS
Appearance
Height: 5'6
Weight: She's deathly skinny, weighing only 87 pounds.
Hair: It's an orangish color, with roughly cut bangs. She always wears a headband in it, but places it carefully so that her hair still covers her face.
Eyes: They're a dark brown, black if the light is dim.
Skin: Her skin gives her the appearance of always being sick, a pale white with a small tinge of green.
Other: Her health is not in good condition, mostly because she is anorexic/bulimic.
Personality
Ophelia has a low self-esteem, as you might su
May 12, 2011
Howdy, everyone! Read this journal on my main account!!!! It is very important!!: http://p-word.deviantart.com/journal/
~P-word =D
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February 14, 2011
I sincerely apologize for not getting back to everyone on reasons yet. If you read the "Rounds" journal, then you can see that I have been swamped in homework and will get back to you all ASAP. :forgiveme:
Also, I would like to thank all who have donated to the "donation pool" on the main page of my profile. The more you donate: the more "tickets" you turn in to have a better chance of winni
:new: Ok, peoples. P-word (https://www.deviantart.com/p-word) has been swamped with real life problems after another. She's been sick, almost killed with homework and extracuricular activities. That is why no new clues have been posted. She asks for everyone's forgiveness. :forgiveme:
Starting now, this tournement is on hiatus until further notice. I am sorry for the delay, but it can't be helped. She is getting sick as she is stressing out about everything, and she was told to elminate her stresses. So the tournment is on hiatus. Don't quote me, but she wants to try to start the tournement back up within a couple of weeks. Comment on my page ~thatfryguy (https://www.deviantart.com/thatfryguy) or note
Hey, uh, this has been a rather long hiatus. If the tournament is dead, just tell us it's dead. You told us it was starting up soon in May, it's July now.
How much longer until the action starts again?! XD jk. BTW...i was wondering if it would be okay to start a Fanclub for this group so everyone involved could keep submitting stuff of their characters and side stories even if they lose. Kinda as a way to keep this OCT group together, cause we all know this is pretty epic! Anyone can tell me what they think ^_^