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LincolnName: LincolnLincoln by Desnay
Hair: Blonde; very short
Eyes: Dark blue nearly black; bags under eyes
Skin: Lightly tanned; has a burn scar on his back
Outfit: A black tank top under a green plaid flannel shirt, dark blue pants tucked into black boots, white gloves, a bow and quiver of arrows on his back, and a small dagger hidden in his left boot.
Personality: Lincoln is a very quiet young man who rarely talks, and mostly communicates through noises. The only person he will actually talk to is Niki. Lincoln can be seen as the rock holding Niki down to the little cabin they share in the woods while Niki is the only light in Lincoln's world and the one thing he treasures. While Lincoln does most of the work, he doesn't mind it. He does love to debate and often wins 'arguments' with Niki. Lincoln is the person who makes Niki wake up in the morning.
Family: Mother, Older sister, and Fiancee
Theme Song: Beautiful by Jim Brickman
NikitaName: Nikita 'Niki'Nikita by Desnay
Hair: Brown; short and slightly messy
Eyes: Forest green; bags under her eyes
Skin: Fair; has a beauty mark under left eye
Outfit: A white elbow length shirt under a green plaid flannel shirt that's unbuttoned and slightly too big for her, tan cargo capris, brown boots with black rubber soles, and an emerald sword strapped to her back.
Personality: Lazy and rather rude, it can take a lot for someone to try and make friends with Niki. However, once someone has managed to get pass her thorny exterior personality, they will see that Niki is just a lovable and loyal girl who can't handle new people. She is addicted to caffeine and needs it all the time to keep going. She would prefer to sleep all day than work, but she is one heck of a farmer, after having grown up in a heavily farming based village before leaving. She absolutely loathes Endermen and loves dogs. She hates the thought of being a damsel in distress.
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Rythien sighed with annoyance. "I've told you countless times not to do so much as cross paths with Lalna, nor the other Scientists. Why would you put your life at such a risk like that?"
"..." Die doesn't respond, only stare down at her paw-like gloves. The many burns and cuts had-once again-opened, and something red and slick was dripping onto the floor below. Along with her gloved hands, Die's face was dotted with little specs and streaked with lines of the same substance. "..."
Rythian chuckled, seeming to some behind his mask. "Look at you. You're bleeding everywhere. Not so smart, now were you?"
"Oh, shut up..." She then cursed under her breath. "...I'm sorry, Master Rythian...it won't happen again."
"Good. Now, about the Scientist..." He began.
"Which? I only know of-...two..." Die reached for her tail, but soon let go of it with hand prints of blood trailing along the fur-and causing her cuts to sting like Hell. "I only know
AWNT Chapter Thirteen~ Fall's ChoiceChapter Thirteen~ Fall's ChoiceAWNT Chapter Thirteen~ Fall's Choice by FEAGroup-Amandie007
After trapping Die in the force field, Duncan had led Fall to Sips_ Co. However, only Sjin was present. 'Probably so nothing gets out...' Fall thought. He was itching to get away from Duncan an Sjin, so he go see if Die was alright. Either that, or tell Lewis about Duncan immediately.
But Duncan and Sjin had other plans.
Minutes seems to drag on for hours as the two Scientists bickered inside the compound. Once an actual hour had passed, Duncan and Sjin pulled Fall into into the Interviewing Chambers. Duncan withdrew from behind the desk some cups of beer of which he handed out to them three.
"Celebrate, Fall! You've done as you were told!" Duncan's words seemed to slur together.
"Is that Druncan, I hear?" Sjin chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink.
"..." Fall stared down into his beer, looking at his reflection. Dark circles were under his deep brown eyes, showing he hadn't slept much since working on the force field. His brown hair-normally spiked up
I am Lividcoffee (WIP Lalna/Livid story snippet)I am Lividcoffee (WIP Lalna/Livid story snippet) by SigmaSkylord
"SJIN!" Lalna roared, chasing a flying meanace around the room. "GIVE ME MY FLYING RING!"
Sjin hovered overhead, letting the ring dip closer and closer to the scientist, as he frantically jumped and clawed at the little band. "Why should I?" Sjin purred, as he rolled onto his back midair, lazily.
Lalna could feel a part of him urge him to take out his bow and arrows and just shoot the architect down. "Sjin, give it back."
"No, you big baby," Sjin replied petulantly. Livid fumed. Here Sjin was, trespassing, stealing, taunting, and just being an annoyance.
The scientist pulled out his bow and strung an arrow. Sjin's smug smile slipped slightly off of his face. A satisfying twang made Livid smile as the arrow flew through the air to catch the bearded man right on the finger Lalna's flying ring was on. With a cry, Sjin fell a story to the ground, hitting his head on the stone bricks.
Livid walked slowly towards
The Dream (WIP Lalna/Lividcoffee story snippet)Lalna struggled to his feet in a dark, thick fog.The Dream (WIP Lalna/Lividcoffee story snippet) by SigmaSkylord
"Hello?" he called, "Is anyone here?" The scientist was worried; he didn't know where he was, and he wasn't sure how he'd got there.
A chuckle from behind made Lalna jump, and he quickly turned to face his adversary. He immediately wished he hadn't.
A pale faced man with blood red eyes stared at him: Israphel.
After a minute or two of speechless terror, Lalna managed to stutter out, "I-I-I-I th-thought you w-were d-dead." Israphel smiled slightly, as if he had remebered a vaugely ammusing joke.
"Oh, I was," the evil man stated calmly, "Those two idiots who were called 'Heros' did. But they couldn't really destroy me completely." Crimson eyes looked at the blond scientist menacingly. Lalna took a scared step back. "I need new and loyal followers."
Lalna turned tail and ran through the fog, with Israphel's laughter echoing behind him.