Bio : Kyoji WinterBio : Kyoji Winter by KyojiWinter
Kyoji Nightingale Winter
Explanation/Meaning of Title:
It's the code name that was given to him by Zero when he was first initiated as an assassin and he still uses it occasionally when he's being an 'official' informant to Zero's underground criminal empire, the Tsuki-ko Tao.
He's technically in his early 20's but because of an attempted suicide that screwed up the bio-machanics of the 'Nightingale System' that Zero had incorporated into his body, he's forever stuck at around 16 (aka he'll always be jailbait) because his body no longer ages.
Incubus Hybrid; He's half human (on his mother's side) and half Bakeneko - an oriental monster cat, in this case, one that feeds via leeching lust from humans - on his father's side. His father's heritage is Korean. His mother was born and raised in New Jersey, USA.
Homosexual - he dislikes females, even in a non-sexual way. He's g
Alter update (if he hasn't already)Updated the update:Alter update (if he hasn't already) by Child-of-Horus
Also, his memories of the orphanage turned out to be an entire other headspace!
Being that Willard *is* an alter himself, I suppose that would make more sense.
The big deal is this- The whole time I've known him he's told me he grew up in Greece
in an orphanage where they whipped him, and kept him scared while he was growing up;
and then shipped to America and lived with foster parents who abused him.
But this didn't happen outside of the head, there are pictures with proof. So we were both
SO VERY CONFUSED once we saw the pictures and heard stories from his mom.
NOW WE KNOW! XD
So my lover :iconTheWijo:, Willard, has had some major integrations over the last few months!
This is a good thing for him, because none of his "good" alters feel they are dying, just becoming
part of a whole person. They understand that Willard, himself, needs to be integrated and whole
in order to be healthy and content.
This also means I will have to create an entirely new alter-ma
Fire with FireThings with Sharon, body's grandmother, have been going nowhere but down hill as of late. Long story short we come home & see by chore list she expects a lot more from us. Here's where the juciy part comes in. We admitt we don't do much around the house, but it's all about 'acting like Brittany' well now that she expects us to do what we'd usually do if not hiding, we shall hide no more. It'll be difficult, with proes & cons, but as the title says.....wish us luck, we'll update you.Fire with Fire by WebberErikPhan
To Be An AlterTo Be An Alter by AlayaRaye
What is it too be an alter? Nobody thinks about what we have to go threw. They call us monsters, parasites, fake, bad, evil, killers, crazy, fucked up, a disease.
When do people get to see us for what we really are? We are just trying to help. To fit into a world that doesn't want us in it. We are real people. We have feelings. We have souls. We go threw pain. Maybe more then you. But nobody sees that. They see the host. And their forbidden pain.
We take it away. We are the protectors. The pain you feel is ours now. We feel your depression, your sadness, your pain. But if we try to relive the pain we take from you, only because we love you, only because that's what family does for each other, you push us away. People call us evil or bad. They want to get rid of us, horrible creatures, parasites we are. How dare we cut the body.
Why not? Its our body too. We live in it. Its as much of your as it is ours. Yes, we may live in your headspace, but does that mean that we are not allowed to e
A Cold and Windy GreyIt started on a cold and windy, grey day.A Cold and Windy Grey by fallenxxangel12
What they all thought would pass by,
But instead stayed, grew and festered,
Eating away at the very soul it dwelled in.
She sat alone on the grass,
Wind whipping her hair around her face and shoulders,
Hands clenching fist-fulls of the soft lush green.
Eyes watching the many shades of grey,
As the clouds sped by overhead.
She had always been a lonesome child,
Never more than one friend at a time.
And yet somehow this was different for her.
She enjoyed being by herself, but this feeling,
This loneliness felt like a weight in her stomach.
The leaves changed colors and fell to the ground,
But the girl took no notice, still, she sat.
Her mind occupied by the dull empty weight,
Gnawing away at her mind, her body,
Constantly there, never gone, never sleeping.
It was in the cold and desolate winter
That the girl finally found a friend.
Her friend taught her how to overcome the weight.
How to feel something other than emptiness.
Vegas' MemeVegas' Meme by WebberErikPhan
Full Name: Erik
Nick Names: Vegas
Human Age: 53
Hair: Light brown slicked back wig
Eyes: Blue, left eye a lighter blue than the other.
Glasses or contacts:
Skin tone: Pale/white
Height: 6’ 4”
Body Structure: Look at the photo
Origin: France, 1828
Supernatural Powers & Abilities: My voice
Languages Spoken: English, French, Persian, etc
Sexual Origination: Bisexual
Siblings: A brother & sister, both one year my senior.
Parents: The only memories I have of them are pain
Friends: Too dangerous a word, I prefer acquaintances; anyone I talk to who accepts me for who I am .
Elders/ Guardians: Webber , Kay, & Buell I suppose
Enemies: Anyone who cannot accept me
Occupation: Keeping my wif
Buell Phantom's MemeBuell Phantom's Meme by WebberErikPhan
Full Name: The Phantom of the Opera
Nick Names: O.G., The Phantom of the Opera, Angel of Music, Buell
Human Age: 35
Hair: Thin, grey, balding. The wig I wear is brown & comes to A couple inches above my collar.
Eyes: Green/blue with light brown around the pupil.
Glasses or contacts: Only when in control of the body, which wears glasses.
Skin tone: Pale
Height: I don't know, at least six feet.
Weight: Don't know that either.
Body Structure: Thin but powerful.
Mental/Physical Disabilities: When I am out I'm affected with the body's non verbal learning disability. It's not enjoyable in the least.
Species: Human, though I really don't include myself in the species.
Supernatural Powers & Abilities: Hypnotizing people with my voice.
Languages Spoken: French & English. I could know more but for the time being I don't remember.
Sexual Origination: I am bisexual with a strong female lean.
White's MemeWhite's Meme by WebberErikPhan
Full Name: Erik Carriere
Nick Names: White
Human Age: 26
Hair: Brown, goes to barley to my neck
Glasses or contacts: only when out
Skin tone: pale
Height: 6' 4"
Body Structure: Normal build?
Scars: From self injury; also my hands, because they were burned.
Supernatural Powers & Abilities:
Languages Spoken: French and English
Sexual Origination: Bisexual
Parents: Belladova and Gerard Carriere
Friends: All the systems I know, Deanna, Kristen
Elders/ Guardians: Kay
Enemies: Everyone who's mean to me
Talented At: Singing, pretending to be a ghost, running an opera house.
Untalented At: Functioning in society.
Temperament: It takes a lot to piss me off but if you do...either I'll yell your ears off, or you'll be dead
Personal Quote: My mother bore me in the southern wild. I live i
He, The Puppet"A string through your body...from your feet up to your head...holding you up...keeping your head held high..."He, The Puppet by andishXD
Her words echoed in his mind. His arms held out away from him and his head up, he looked similar to the crucified image of christ. His hair was shaggy and tangled, and tears were dried on his face. He tilted his head back slightly and looked upward. "If only I had known..." he whispered. "If only I had been smarter...not blinded by love..."
"Silence!" The word rang throughout the large room. He winced and his eyes began to tear up once again. "Yes, mistress..." he whimpered. Shivers ran through his body as her laughter flowed from above.
His left arm jerked upward and he winced the familiar tugging pain in his palm. He glanced at his hand and saw the nearly invisible string going upwards. The connecting wound had begun to bleed again. His
DifferentDifferent by AingealArEagla
I guess that's one
way to describe me.
Floating between personalities
Drifting from reality to
or as I prefer to call them
Once the sun goes down,
that's when they become
Whatever you want to call them,
they are a constant nuisance.
Memories attacking my subconscious
until they find a weak point.
Tearing their way into my conscious mind
Sinking their wicked teeth
into any form of happiness they happen upon.
Swallowing it whole,
No MoreNo warmth, just cold.No More by TheWijo
No smiles, just frowns.
No laughs, just scowls.
No happiness, just sadness.
No love, just hate.
No peace, just conflict.
No appreciation, just strife.
No satisfaction, just disappointment.
No life, just death.
My wife left me of our accordI just want her to be happyMy wife left me of our accord by WebberErikPhan
Deal with itWe have D.I.D.Deal with it by GuardiansofCalcaria
We are not fake or made up.
We are not a set or a cyborg.
We are a family.
We just happen to share a head.
Yes, that means we don't have a clear past.
Yes, that means life isn't all flowers and rainbows.
Life isn't always nice.
We aren't mad.
Dissociative Identity Disorder is how our brain chose to deal with our past.
So you deal with it too.
I Am Not His CureI am not strong enough to be his cure.I Am Not His Cure by HouseOfGimp
But I am strong enough to be what eases his pain,
And gives HIM the strength to get better.
SwitchingUp and at 'em, time to wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast and off you go.Switching by reddev1n
People arguing at the stop while waiting for the bus. You try to get through,
they get mad but you ignore them, you got to get to
work is over. You're getting ready to go home, slightly confused as you look for how the day went by so fast, remembering slightly that you made cards that day on the computer and brush it away as getting lost in the moment of creativity and your poor memory.
Walking home till you get to the door and get on the computer around 6 pm, having fun with a friend, till somebody comes in, and yells at you for something you didn't do.
Its getting late you're sorry you didn't mean it, its late and you're sorry
you didn't mean it.
Its late, almost nine and you really need to get offline because
its time for lunch.
You choke on a hamburger, tomato and letus in it, you hate tomatoes in your hamburgers. Friend asks if you had fun on the outing wedn
DissociativeI wake and stare into the blackness of myselfDissociative by Rosary0fSighs
hands searching in the darkness
staring into the space where my face must be.
Every breath is an echo of myself from far away
and the fear seeps into the back of my head,
a mindless panic.
My body is alien.
A living thing without a heartbeat or a soul.
And the touch of my skin frightens me -
it's cold and strange in the dark.
I can feel my flesh disappearing into itself;
a soft, slow collapse, like quicksand
and it makes me violently sick.
Ragged breaths sink into my veins, to sleep.
and I feel so peaceful, so ready for death.
Tears no longer fall under the hollow of the moon,
I sit still.
Restless words move under my skull
and fall into decay.
real life?real life?real life? by mysteriousfantasy
I touch my shattered face,
The touch broke it more.
I examined closely at the pieces,
My face an abstract portrait.
I begin to cry.
Tears stream down my face in rigid motions.
I attempt to swipe away my tears,
My arm distorted and broken.
My whole world has become irregular,
The world outside is normal.
How is it things are different,
When I'm outside of me?
DIDPeople like to say we need to see a therapist. We need to go. They would force use into a therapy session where there were more people with our "sickness". But, then Kayla would take over and storm out.DID by Zomozombiequeen
Then, they would send us to white hell house. Where we would sit and be asked questions and try to get "molded". Then Sue would through a tantrum and we would leave. But, no one really knew we were different people. That's what I don't get. If we were "molded together" we would still be the same.
Its not like we're causing any trouble. We're just there.
We always get asked if were okay. What its like to have different personalities. We just walk away.
Then, there's always that one group who likes to fake like they have a mental illness. And that's when I get mad. That's what I don't get.
And then we go back to therapy where we once were 8 and now 6. But we didn't want to conform we wanted to stay separate. Its like someone we loved died with nothing we could do. And now we feel empty.
Stockholm SyndromeWhen the Earth collides with the Heavens, how will we know?Stockholm Syndrome by Dariask899
Will the ground tremble below us?
Will the skies open wide?
Will the dead be resurrected?
Will you be by my side?
I thought of you often today.
Never a day goes by that I dont.
Please dont leave me here.
Im shackled to your hip,
Cant tell the difference between you and me
My smile, my anger, my every quip.
I should fight for the key,
But I will bite my lip,
Until your death sets me free.
Dependent on you for air
You need me to care
You said it was a sin,
To write my name in dust.
You told me not to tell,
Give no one my trust.
Because you are my savior, my god, my lord,
And I am your servant, your pawn, your whore.
But the beauty of being connected, interlocked, intertwined,
Is that if I take a step, jump, or fall down?
Your lies, youll find
Will rob you blind
And your crown?
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